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Yoongi has known for a while this was going to happen. He still had hoped it wouldn’t. He thought maybe his body would have gotten used to the way the drugs made his body act. Maybe his body wouldn’t go into heat, considering he hadn’t had one in over two years. He started taking suppressants at the end of high school, and continued into the start of college. Paired with scent blockers, Yoongi has been able to pass as a beta.
His plan had never been to hide his subgender. He’d simply wanted to avoid the harassment of alphas and any prejudice his classmates or professors might have against omegas. Even though there’s far more equity in education now than there was before, Yoongi had had a few too many unpleasant experiences after he presented to be so naive as to think the bias against omegas had completely vanished. When people Yoongi met assumed he was a beta, he wasn’t about to correct them. It was easier to blend in like this. Easier to be taken seriously. Easier to go to parties with his friends and feel free to hang out, without worrying about a knothead alpha smelling him and trying to…
Anyway...it’s easier like this. Better like this. Or it was. Until his mom called him two months ago.
“What do you mean they’re going to take me off your insurance?”
“I’m sorry, dumpling. I really tried everything. They changed the requirements and since you no longer live with me, you don’t qualify.”
“But mom,” Yoongi switches his phone from one hand to the other. “How am I going to pay for my suppressants? I can get scent blockers anywhere, but…”
“I know, I’m sorry. I wish I could buy them for you myself but they're too expensive.”
“You’re telling me,” Yoongi laughs humorlessly. “I can’t have my heat. I really don't want to."
“It will be okay. It’s part of your body’s natural cycle. It might be healthier to start having them again.”
“But what about my roommate?”
“Jungkook? He’s a beta, right? He won’t hurt you. Just tell him to go to a friend’s until your heat is over.”
“It’s not that simple, mom….”
“Dumpling, I have to get back to work. I will fight with them more but I don’t think there’s anything I can do. You’ll get the prescription for this month, but not next month. Take care of yourself, okay? Love you.”
“Okay…” Yoongi rubs a hand over his face. “Bye.”
Which is where Yoongi is at now.
He’s currently hunched over the dining table, gripping a hot mug of tea in his hands. The heat feels nice, grounding. A different kind of heat than the flames tickling his insides and making his toes curl in his slippers. He’s in preheat. The sensation isn’t unfamiliar, but after so long without it it feels three times more intense. In his last meeting with his doctor she assured him that his heat wouldn’t be any more severe than before the suppressants, but Yoongi never remembers having a heat that wasn’t intense. It’s just how they are.
Consuming his entire body. Lust driving his every action. An instinctual desire to be mated and knotted. Yoongi had never done it with someone before. He’s had...well. Non-pentatrative sex before. It’s always been with people who think he’s a beta, and Yoongi was scared that if they went too far he’d start leaking slick and his subgender would be exposed.
Yoongi hadn’t known when his heat would come. He just woke this morning with a fire in his stomach that couldn't be put out with food or a cold shower. Yoongi's pretty sure his scent blockers aren’t working any more either. The apartment must stink of tangerines and cloves. He can smell it faintly on his hoodie, but it’s more difficult to smell yourself than anyone else.
He sips at the tea and squeezes his thighs together, eyes shut tight. Yoongi is just trying to fight off this wave so he can get some school work done and...come up with an excuse to make his roommate not come home after work. And not come home for the next couple days. It’s embarrassing to be going through this, and it would be even more embarrassing to ask his roommate flat-out, Don’t come home, I need to fuck myself on a dildo for a few days . Yoongi, unfortunately, doesn’t even own any dildos. It’s gonna be him and his fingers and—
He sighs loudly. Shit. The fire stirs in his gut, licking at his ribs and sending shocks through his body. Is he just gonna skip preheat and go straight into it? Maybe it would be better to just get it over with…
Click. Click.
Yoongi sits straight up in his chair, head whipping towards the hallway. No, that can’t be Jungkook home already. He’s supposed to work for another two hours. He’s supposed to be gone long enough that Yoongi can air out the house and pack Jungkook a bag and have it ready for him so he can stay somewhere else until….
“Hyung, I’m home!”
That’s Jungkook alright. Yoongi’s lips part, throat tightening. Any second Jungkook is going to notice something is off. He hears the sound of boots being untied and dropped to the ground, the jingle of keychains hooked on Jungkook’s backpack, his roommate humming slightly under his breath.
“What’s the smell?” Jungkook questions innocently, rhetorically. And then he comes around the corner, eyes locking with Yoongi’s. “Jesus, why didn’t you say anything?”
Jungkook laughs, surprised at Yoongi’s presence but continues towards the kitchen sink to wash his hands.
Yoongi swallows, “You’re home early.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jungkook pumps soap into his palm and turns on the faucet. “I have a shit ton of homework due this week and I need to get started on it. Taehyung wants extra hours anyway so he picked up the rest of my shift.”
Jungkook dries his hands on the towel that hangs on the oven handle, and then opens the fridge to reach for a bottle of mango Chilsung. Yoongi watches him silently, holding his mug so tight he wouldn't be surprised if the ceramic shatters and cuts his palms. He tries to take a few steadying breaths, bracing himself for the conversation he’s going to have to have with Jungkook. The thing is that despite living together for two years, Jungkook doesn’t know Yoongi is an omega.
Yoongi hadn’t meant to keep it from him for so long. It was just easier to let a person he’d just met for the first time, a stranger, believe he was a beta than to divulge the truth of his status. Yoongi had expected his assigned freshmen roommate in the dorms to be nothing more than an acquaintance. And then suddenly, Jungkook was his best friend. They were each other’s best friend. They ate every meal together, went to campus events together, helped dye each other’s hair and stayed up late lying on the small rug between their beds listening to music and snacking on honey twists. It was so easy to be Jungkook’s friend.
Then at some point, Yoongi felt too awkward and too ashamed to tell Jungkook the truth. He kept his subgender a secret even longer because he felt so much time had passed, that it would simply be weird to bring it up at all. Yoongi deluded himself into thinking it wasn’t important. Afterall, Yoongi had never said I’m a beta , he’d just never corrected Jungkook who had naturally assumed it and had introduced Yoongi that way to someone else.
But Yoongi’s mom is right. Jungkook is a beta. He of all people should be able to have an unbiased view on it. Jungkook has always been so kind and understanding, surely...surely he’ll understand why Yoongi never told him. Yoongi probably feels more guilt for the secret than Jungkook will feel anger for having been lied to.
Jungkook comes around the table and pulls out the seat opposite Yoongi. He sits down with his knees spread, one hand holding the bottle cap in a fist as he gulps down the cider. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smiles at Yoongi, setting the Chilsung on the table and twirling the cap between his fingers.
“How’s your morning been?”
“Um…”
Jungkook inhales deeply, nose scrunching. “What is that smell? Did you eat a bunch of oranges? Or...was someone over?”
“Um…”
Jungkook sniffs again, blushing as his pupils double in size. “It smells like...like someone in heat. Don’t you smell that?”
“Um...kind of,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck. “Jungkook. That smell is…it’s…”
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses. He plants his elbows on the table and his head drops between them, hands tangling in his own hair. “It’s making me feel weird. Did you say you—” a sharp intake of breath— “know what it is?”
“It’s me?” Yoongi curls in on himself slightly.
“Huh?” Jungkook leans back in the chair again, making it squeak. He lifts the bottom of his shirt slightly and starts shaking it, allowing air to travel up it and cool him off.
“The smell… it’s me. It’s my scent.”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook’s tone is somewhat distressed, impatient even. “You don’t have a scent.”
“I take scent blockers. And...I used to take suppressants too. Now I can’t, so...I’m having my—” he can’t bring himself to say the word heat. He grips his knees to keep himself steady, having a hard time making eye contact. He chooses instead to stare at Jungkook’s half-empty bottle of Chilsung on the table, willing the wave of heat in his body to rest.
“Fuck,” Jungkook throws his head back. He runs a hand through his hair to get it off his face, sweat visibly shining on his exposed skin. Yoongi stares at him. Why is Jungkook reacting so viscerally? As a beta, he should be perfectly capable of keeping a clear head and being unaffected by the pheromones alphas and omegas emit as part of their ruts and heats. Jungkook shouldn’t look like he’s in pain.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“What?” Jungkook looks at him with huge eyes, teeth gritted. He looks animalistic.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks with more conviction. He’s gotten a hold of himself, focused on making sure his best friend isn’t hurt or…
“It feels like something is crawling under my skin. And—and—I really need a cold shower.”
“Jungkook, look at me,” Yoongi leans forward lightly. Jungkook meets his gaze. “Take a few deep breaths. I need to tell you something really important, okay?”
Jungkook nods. He takes deep breaths like Yoongi instructed, and now his fingers are digging into the meat of his thighs.
“The scent is mine because I’m an omega. I always have been. And I’m sorry I never told you, but I’m about to go into heat and I need you to leave.”
“What—what the fuck, hyung?”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I should have told you so long ago, but I figured it didn’t matter because you’re a beta and—”
“Hyung, fuck,” Jungkook digs his nails deeper into his jeans. “I’m not a beta. I...I never presented. I don’t have a subgender that I know of. I always assumed beta, but the doctor’s said I just haven't presented yet,” his voice gets quiet, “I think your scent is triggering it.”
“What? My scent is—?”
“Making me present,” Jungkook states firmly. “Oh my god .”
Jungkook leans over, forehead on the edge of the table and his arms coming up to clench in fists by his long hair that spread out in dark, curly locks on the wood.
Yoongi is at a loss for words. Another thrum of heat cuts through him. This time he feels arousal in his gut, flames tickling up and down his entire body and burning with desire to be touched, to be taken . He feels eyes on him, and is alarmed to see Jungkook with a heavy-lidded gaze and his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
They get up from the table at the same time, and in their haste to escape the kitchen they bump into each other. Yoongi can feel the heat from Jungkook, and he smells something too. Jungkook’s scent is making itself known, unfurling like invisible smoke around him and mixing with the smell of oranges. Jungkook smells like rain. Like a summer storm. They gasp when their shoulders and arms collide, the moment seemingly lasting an eternity. And then Yoongi tears himself away to shut himself off in his bedroom.
The door between himself and Jungkook doesn’t help much. He flies towards his bed and cracks the window open beside it. The cool air is a relief on his skin, and Yoongi gulps it down to try and cool his body from the inside out. He distantly hears the bathroom door shut, which is good, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jungkook is still here and is fucking presenting because of Yoongi’s scent. Of everything Yoongi had expected as a reaction, Jungkook going into heat—or rut?—was not one of them. It had never crossed his mind that Jungkook wasn’t presented. Of course it hadn’t. Jungkook has very much lied and said he was a beta from the beginning.
Yoongi shakes his body out, rolling his neck. He feels restless, anxious. Hungry .
Ring! Ring!
His phone is ringing. It’s lit up on his bedsheets with the name Jungkook displayed clearly. Fuck. Okay. They still have to talk and figure out a game plan. At least there’s some walls between them now.
“Yeah?” Yoongi puts his roommate on speakerphone.
“I feel terrible, hyung. Do I need to go to the hospital? I don’t know what you’re supposed to do when you present.” Jungkook sounds panicked, scared. If Yoongi weren’t going into heat he’d want to comfort Jungkook with food and sweet drinks and movies. This isn’t the time for that.
“No, no. You don’t need to go to the hospital. You just gotta wait it out. It will probably last a couple days. Do—do you know what you’re presenting as?”
Jungkook makes a deep noise, almost like a growl. It makes Yoongi react impulsively, a whine slipping out between his lips as heat wracks his body.
“I don’t know, hyung. My body is aching. I can still smell you. I want...fuck. My body wants you, hyung. Just hearing your voice makes me…” Jungkook trails off. Seconds later Yoongi smells petrichor. Petrichor that’s rich, strong, and territorial. Yoongi has to assume that Jungkook is…
“Does, uh,” Yoongi feels his face warm. At this point he really shouldn’t be embarrassed but he still is. “Does your dick hurt?”
“Um,” Jungkook laughs nervously, “yeah, it does.”
“I think you’re an alpha, Jungkook.”
“What does that mean?”
Yoongi opens his window wider and then strips off his hoodie. He’s far too warm in it.
“It means you’re going to have your rut right now.”
“Fuck. Hyung. What do I do? You’re—you’re in heat and I don’t know where I could go. A hotel? I seriously...I don’t think I can leave, hyung. It hurts too much.”
Yoongi braces himself on the bed as another wave of heat makes his body shake. He can feel slick collecting, threatening to drip from his ass at any moment. Ugh. It’s such a mess. This entire day is a mess. He doesn’t know how to answer Jungkook. He doesn’t even know what he should do for himself. No matter what it’s going to be painful and unpleasant. There is one way—oh. It’s not a good idea. An image of himself bent over and Jungkook behind him flashes through his mind. Fuck . His body wants it. So badly that slick starts to wet his thighs.
“Hyung, what do I do? I’m scared...but I really don’t want to scare you. I can leave. I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to control this, but for you I can try.”
“Jungkook…” Yoongi climbs onto his bed, curling up on his side around his phone. He can’t bear to stand anymore. “Please don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I have...a suggestion but...you can say no.”
“Anything, hyung.” There’s the sound of a muffled thump in the apartment then from the phone. “Shit.”
“We can...we could…” Yoongi takes a deep breath. “We can deal with it together.”
“Huh?” Jungkook’s breathing is heavy. “I can’t think straight, hyung. Can you just say it simply?”
“Let’s spend our cycles together, okay? I can help you with your rut and you can help with my heat,” the words spill out fast. Yoongi’s heart is hammering in his chest. Did he seriously just say that?
“You—you mean it? You want us to have, um, sex?” Yoongi can practically see Jungkook’s blush and big eyes in front of him. Bunny teeth biting at his bottom lip until it’s bruised.
“I just think...I think it would be good for both of us. So we don’t have to go through it alone. And I trust you,” Yoongi adds, knowing that it's true with all of his heart. Does Yoongi want to have sex with Jungkook? Right now his answer is yes. But is it only yes because his body is throbbing with need? He isn’t sure.
“But...if I’m an alpha...can’t I hurt you? What if I tried to mate you?” Jungkook’s uncertainty is clear. Fuck, maybe Yoongi shouldn’t have said anything.
“I trust you, Jungkook. Okay? I won’t let anything like that happen, and I know you won’t either. Listen...just. Take a shower, alright? And when you’re done let me know what you think.”
“Okay, but—hyung. You want to? You really want us to do it together?”
“You’re my best friend,” Yoongi says with as much surety as he can muster. “I’m comfortable with you. I want us too. But only if you’re okay with it.”
“I’ll shower,” Jungkook agrees. “You think about it too. I want you to be sure.”
“Okay.”
They hang up, Yoongi hears the shower turn on, and takes that time to stick his hand down his pajama pants and palm as his swollen dick. It’s incredibly sensitive. It takes only a few tugs for Yoongi to cum in his underwear and on his palm. His heat really has come on without a proper preheat period, and Jungkook was launched into a rut without any warning. Would it be a mistake for them to sleep together? After all, they’re roommates. They’re friends. They’re an alpha and omega. Yoongi doesn’t have feelings for Jungkook, or anyone else for that matter. Can’t they just help each other as friends?
Yoongi feels better after the first orgasm, and gets up to prepare things for himself and, possibly, Jungkook. He strips off the extra blankets from his bed. He turns on some music to help drown any...noise he might make. Yoongi even rushes into the kitchen to fill some water bottles, immediately overwhelmed by the scent of rain that’s taken over the rest of the apartment. He breathes in through his mouth and then returns to his bedroom. Hidden in his dresser drawers is some lube and condoms, which is getting kinda presumptive but he takes them out anyway and sets them on his nightstand.
He changes out of his clothes and into shorts and a big t-shirt. He feels a bit better now. More prepared to deal with whatever is to come. If Jungkook decides against them spending their cycles together, what would likely happen is Jungkook stays in his room and Yoongi stays in his and they endure them alone—while hearing each other’s sounds through the single, thin wall between their bedrooms.
Yoongi is so lost in his head he doesn’t hear the shower shut off, and is jolted up when his phone rings again.
“Yeah?” He holds it up to his ear, holding his breath.
“Okay, hyung. If you’re sure. Let’s do it.”
“Yeah, yeah alright,” Yoongi nods even though the alpha can’t hear him. “Come in when you’re ready.”
“Should I bring anything? I have, um...some toys.”
“Uh,” Yoongi swallows. “Only if you want? Bring water and um, some clothes I guess.”
“Okay. Be there in a minute.”
The minute passes by far too quickly and not quickly enough. When Jungkook knocks softly on Yoongi’s door and Yoongi tells him to come in, he instantly knows he made the right choice. Seeing Jungkook’s sweet face nervously smiling at him gives him instant relief. To be honest, Yoongi has been scared of going through his heat. Not being alone to deal with it makes him feel so much better. Jungkook is in sweats and a black t-shirt, holding water and an armful of extra clothes. He looks flushed, hair still wet and slicked back off his forehead. The bedroom fills with the smell of rain.
It makes Yoongi’s muscles relax. The pheromones form the alpha are exactly what he needs to calm down and satiate his heat. Jungkook sets his clothes in the dresser and then his water in the nightstand, visibly pinkening at the sight of the condoms set out.
“You put on music,” Jungkook comments, not making eye contact.
“Yeah. I thought it might help.”
Jungkook hums, gaze flickering around Yoongi’s room like he isn’t sure what to do.
“You can come up here,” Yoongi scoots over and leaves half the full-size bed free for Jungkook.
Jungkook nods and carefully comes up. With his body moving in closer, more petrichor washes over Yoongi, the slight undertones of fruity shampoo is there too. The alpha settles on the pillows, sitting up and fiddling with his fingers.
“Are you alright?” Yoongi asks gently.
“Yeah. The shower helped.”
“What are you okay with?” Yoongi begins. “Like, is there anything you don’t want us to do?”
“No...no. Is there anything you don’t want to do? Are you sure you’re okay with me maybe, um, knotting you?” Jungkook whispers, the words unfamiliar on his tongue.
“I promise I’m okay with it. I actually...really want it. For me, that’s one of the most relieving things during a heat.”
“Ah, okay,” Jungkook still hasn’t looked at Yoongi. It doesn’t feel cold, more so like it’s awkward for him to be on Yoongi’s bed in a sexual context. That’s fine. Yoongi gets it. But...his omega is craving touch. It’s craving an alpha.
“Are you okay with scenting?” Yoongi checks. “And kissing?”
“I guess so. I’ve never scented someone before because I didn’t have a scent before...I don't know how but we can do it. When I came in here I felt your scent calm me down.”
“Yours is helping me too,” Yoongi agrees. He props himself up on his elbow so he can see Jungkook’s face more clearly. “Can we try something now?”
Jungkook finally looks at him, eyes huge. “Already?”
“Just something easy. Can we just...kiss? Maybe scent each other? I feel okay right now, but I think that would make us more comfortable with this.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook sucks in a breath and nods. “We can do that.”
Neither of them move. The radio is playing an ad in the background, they can hear university students talking loudly as they pass by on the sidewalk three stories down. They’re both fully dressed and haven’t even touched each other yet and still, Yoongi feels exposed. His omega is slightly on edge, vibrating with energy it desperately wants to release on the alpha beside him.
“Um, do you want to lay down? Or…”
“Oh, shit. Sorry. Uh…” Jungkook scoots down on the pillows so he’s laying on his side.
Now he and Yoongi are eye level, heads resting on the cushions. Jungkook is biting at his lip still, and Yoongi feels a rush of desire course through him. He wants to kiss Jungkook really badly. Mainly because of his heat, because he knows it will feel good. And only slightly because he’s always been curious about how Jungkook kisses. The other man is an avid chapstick user, his lips must be soft.
“Let’s just...do it?” Yoongi asks, staring at the alpha’s mouth.
“Uh huh.”
They learn forward tentatively. The first kiss is incredibly chaste. Like a middle school kiss on the playground. The second is the same, but lasts a little longer. Petrichor grows thicker in the room, and Yoongi feels his body begin to take over. He cups Jungkook’s face and deepens their kiss, and the alpha sets one warm hand on Yoongi’s hip. His fingers touch a sliver of Yoongi’s bare skin, making him heat up again. Things get heavier. Tongues push into mouths and teeth nip and they have to part to catch their breath, foreheads pressed together. Their bodies come. Loser together on the bed—legs tangling and arms wrapping and touching. Jungkook trails his lips down to suck at Yoongi’s jaw.
“Can we scent now?” Yoongi gasps, eager.
“Yeah, yeah.”
The omega swings his leg over Jungkook’s hip and straddles him. He nestles his head in the crook of Jungkook’s shoulder and neck and then brings his wrist up to the opposite side and presses it against Jungkook’s scent gland directly. Jungkook’s chest rumbles deep, like thunder, and he secures a hold on Yoongi’s waist with one arm and brings his other wrist up to Yoongi’s neck and rubs it against him. For someone who’s never scented, he’s good at it. The smell of rain is heavenly, invading all of Yoongi’s senses until all he can think about is Jungkook, alpha, Jungkook. When he sits up and stares down at his best friend, there’s Yoongi, omega, Yoongi , reflected in Jungkook’s dark eyes.
Heat boils in Yoongi’s stomach, arousal growing stronger. Now that he’s more comfortable, he feels braver too. Yoongi scoots back slightly, letting his ass sit on Jungkook’s crotch. Then he begins moving his hips back and forth, grinding until Jungkook gasps and Yoongi smells lust in the air. The hardness under him grows, and Jungkook grabs Yoongi by the waist to hold him still and rock up into him. Slick is gathering again, and Yoongi knows the second it leaks out Jungkook will be affected. Yoongi will be affected too. He already is. He wants Jungkook so badly and they’ve only just begun.
Yoongi decides he’s not ready to strip down and get fucked quite yet, and so he lowers himself more and makes it so their hard-ons will rub together through their clothes instead. The bulge in Jungkook’s sweatpants is impossible to miss, and it makes Yoongi’s chest swell with pride knowing he can turn an alpha on like that. They grind together for a while, moving faster and harder until Yoongi is sucking at Jungkook's collarbone and Jungkook is squeezing his ass and they’re cumming in their underwear against each other.
Yoongi lays flat on top of Jungkook as he catches his breath, feeling the rise and fall of Jungkook’s body and comforted by it. He’s sweaty now, his shorts are sticky, but it feels so good. He can already tell he’ll be hard again in minutes, but for the moment he soaks it in. The alpha smells pleased. Content. One hand stroking Yoongi’s hair.
After he’s cooled down, Yoongi rolls off of Jungkook and grabs them each a water bottle. They sit cross-legged on the bed together, gulping down water and breathing heavily. Yoongi watches Jungkook carefully, glad to see he doesn’t appear bothered or in pain. When he began to present earlier it seemed pretty intense. Yoongi remembers presenting and how horrible it had been. You feel out of control and your body acts of it’s own will. It’s scary. But with each heat or rut it becomes more familiar. Not like an old friend, but at least more manageable.
“Are you good?” Jungkook asks, tone scratchy.
“Yeah. Are you? We didn’t really...discuss what we just did,” Yoongi flushes and looks at the bedsheets.
“Yeah, no, that was fine. Um. It was good. I feel better now. And your scent, hyung…”
“What?”
“You smell so good,” Jungkook sounds so genuine it makes Yoongi’s heart thud with fondness.
“So do you.”
“I wish I had gotten to smell it before. I wish I had known you were an omega,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I feel stupid for not noticing. I’m sorry I just assumed you were a beta, hyung.”
“What? Don’t be sorry. I hid it from you on purpose. It’s okay, Jungkook. Really. Please don’t feel bad,” he reaches out and rests a palm over Jungkook’s knee. “I feel bad for lying to you. And for making you present.”
“Honestly,” Jungkook smiles with his bunny teeth. “I’m so glad I’m finally presenting. I’ve always thought something was wrong with me. I’m...kind of grateful.”
“Oh,” Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, not sure how to respond. “Yeah. Okay.”
“What do you want to do next?” Jungkook sets a warm hand on top of Yoongi’s and squeezes. “I’m not sure where to go from here.”
“Jungkook—” a thought suddenly occurs to Yoongi. One he didn’t consider before. “Are you a virgin?”
They’ve lived together two years but Yoongi doesn’t know the answer. Jungkook went on some dates last year, but nothing ended up lasting. This year he hasn’t dated at all, and Yoongi doesn’t know much about Jungkook’s high school life.
“Um,” Jungkook's face is red. “No. But. I’m not, uh, experienced or anything. My first time was my only time and it wasn’t exactly...great.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Are you?” Jungkook speaks softly. “You’ve mentioned um, some sexual stuff before but have you gone like, all the way?”
“No,” Yoongi confesses. “I’ve wanted to but I just didn’t trust the people I was with enough for that.”
“But you trust me?” Jungkook seems incredulous.
“Yeah, I do,” Yoongi confirms and tries to comfort him with a smile. He doesn’t want awkwardness to come between them so he continues. “Can we keep kissing and maybe use our hands next time? I don’t think, uh, grinding is gonna be enough.”
“I don’t think it would be either,” Jungkook agrees.
This time Yoongi lays down on his back and Jungkook leans his upper body over him so they can kiss. They just make out for a while. Their hands roam over shirts and pants. At some point Jungkook starts to suck hickies on Yoongi’s neck, and his territorial alpha pheromones take over. They turn Yoongi’s omega on like a switch, and he instantly gets hard again. Thankfully, slick has yet to start leaking from his ass and it still doesn't. He’s been able to control himself well enough to hold it back. Yoongi does give in to the next wave of heat though.
He lets his own hand fall beneath his waistband and takes his dick into his hand. He starts to pump himself, exhaling loudly and bucking his hips. Jungkook must look down and see what he’s doing because a growl rolls out of him, making him bite at Yoongi’s shoulder and set one knee down on the bed across Yoongi, so that he’s holding himself above the omega and staring straight down into his eyes. All Yoongi sees in the alpha is desire. He smells petrichor. Feels heat. There’s the rustling sound of sweatpants and then Yoongi glances down to see Jungkook stuffing his own hand into his underwear and immediately beginning to fuck into his fist.
Holy shit . Yoongi can’t even see his cock but he can hear the sounds, feel Jungkook’s hot breath on his face, all while he’s jerking himself off. Their gazes meet again and this time they don’t falter.
“Jung— mm !” Yoongi moans at the pressure of the kiss. He continues to thrust up into his fingers and Jungkook does the same as they messily kiss and before long they’re cumming again, almost simultaneously. They touched less this time than before but it was somehow so much hotter. So much better.
They don’t take a break. Jungkook sits up and strips his shirt off to reveal toned muscles and pecs Yoongi wants to bury his face into. His beautiful tattoos ripple across his biceps and forearms, two glorious sleeves now completely on display. Yoongi reaches up and, without thinking, tweaks one of Jungkook’s nipples which makes the alpha growl again. He reaches for the hem of Yoongi’s shirt, waits for a nod, and then takes it off once he’s gotten permission.
Their bare chests press together and Jungkook runs his strong hands up and down Yoongi’s torso enthusiastically. He sucks on one of Yoongi’s hard, pink nipples and then kisses Yoongi’s lips again. Yoongi’s hands trace down the alpha’s body, hovering at the edge of his sweatpants.
“Can I…?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
So Yoongi does. His long fingers find Jungkook’s hardening dick and he begins to jerk him off with sweat and old cum as lube. It would be gross if Jungkook wasn’t now doing the same thing to him. They cum so much faster under each other’s touch. After that, it feels like nothing is enough.
They take off the rest of their clothes and shove it all off the bed, and then they feel each other up and press heated kisses into all the skin they can reach. Yoongi ends up back in Jungkook’s lap and now their cocks are pressed together, fucking into the tight channel of Yoongi’s hands as they huff into each other’s mouths and whine for more. Jungkook has his hands on Yoongi’s asscheeks to draw him closer and closer, and when they cum onto each other’s chests it’s probably the best orgasm they’ve had so far.
Yoongi’s sensitivity is off the charts and he no longer feels as in control as before. At any moment, it might slip away from him completely and he’ll be begging Jungkook to fuck him. He kinda wants to already, even though he’s still got half a mind to make them take a water break. They chug down the rest of their first bottles, now naked and sticky and high off of residual bliss.
“Jungkook, um,” Yoongi hugs his stomach and sits back on his thighs.
“Yeah?”
“Can you maybe...or I can too, I guess. But I think...we should start prepping me.”
“Prepping you…?” Jungkook blinks innocently, confused, and then realization passes over his features and makes his mouth form an O.
“Yeah. Before we get too...you know.”
Jungkook nods. “How about...you start? I’m afraid to hurt you.”
“I trust you,” Yoongi reminds him.
“I know,” Jungkook sounds like he really does know, but he still wants to be careful. Oh. Why is Jungkook so good to him?
“Alright. I’ll start. Um. I don’t know what you should do while—”
“I could suck you off?” Jungkook suggests and Yoongi immediately flushes even deeper.
“Okay,” he chokes out in agreement.
Yoongi grabs the lube from the nightstand and then lays back on the bed. With his head and torso comfortably situated on pillows, he mentally prepares himself to start opening his hole up with someone watching.
But Jungkook doesn’t really watch. He comes between Yoongi’s legs and helps his knees up so Yoongi can easily access himself, and then he begins pressing kisses on Yoongi’s neck and shoulders. Cool lube touches Yoongi’s rim and it makes him grimace, but the soft hands stroking his thighs and the warm lips on his chest make it much more bearable. Yoongi works the first finger in, head thrown back on the pillows, and then prepares to enter a second. He’s fingered himself plenty in the past, but no matter how nicely Jungkook is kissing his body the added pressure of another person makes it harder to relax.
Until Jungkook’s breath is on Yoongi’s dick.
He actually has to stop what he’s doing and simply stare down at the alpha between his legs, wishing he had a better view of Jungkook wrapping a few fingers around the base of his soft dick and beginning to pump it. Kisses are scattered on Yoongi’s hip bones, and when Jungkook notices Yoongi isn't moving anymore he looks up. He’s like a deer in headlights, surprised to see the omega already gazing down at him.
“Hyung, are you okay? Is this still okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi rotates his hips slightly, enjoying the drag of Jungkook’s palm. “It’s really good.”
“Okay.”
And then Jungkook is wrapping his lips around Yoongi’s dick and sucking. Yoongi isn’t even fully hard yet but it feels incredible, and he instinctively jerks up into it. Jungkook laughs quietly, and then begins to lick around the head of Yoongi’s cock and stroking him to full hardness. Yoongi focuses back on fingering himself, inserting a second finger very slowly. If he can get turned on enough, then slick will start to be produced and it will help his muscles loosen and body relax.
Yoongi had two fingers in as deep as he can reach from his position, it doesn’t feel good but he’s not in any pain. Jungkook’s hands come to Yoongi’s hips and press him down into the bed, and suddenly his mouth is taking in more and more of Yoongi until—
“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi squirms, toes curling slightly. His dick is nudging the back of Jungkook’s throat and the wet heat around him is incredible. The alpha stops him from thrusting up, but he doesn’t really need to once Jungkook starts bobbing his head up and down. Yoongi moans, unable to help himself, and then feels slick leak out past his fingers onto the bed. Yes, this is so much better.
“Hyung, want me to?” Jungkook asks, already adjusting himself to easily access Yoongi’s wet hole.
“Please,” Yoongi extracts his hand and grabs onto the bed sheets instead. Jungkook slowly presses in one finger, quickly followed by another, and then smothers Yoongi’s mouth with a kiss.
Yoongi smells rain, feels heat, absolutely overwhelmed by the hand pumping his dick and the fingers that can reach in him deeper than he’s ever been able to. He hardly noticed Jungkook adding a third finger, wonderfully distracted by their kiss. He didn’t know sex could feel this good, and he’s pretty sure it’s not just because he’s in heat.
He cums on Jungkook’s fingers and his own stomach, prompting the alpha to jerk himself off until he cums on Yoongi’s tummy. Jungkook moves off him and snuggles into Yoongi’s side.
“Jungkook…” Yoongi squeezes his legs together at the feeling of slick continuously leaking. “I’m...I’m ready to go all the way when you, uh, want to.”
“Are you prepped enough?”
Yoongi nods silently, turning his head to bury his nose in Jungkook’s soft hair. He smells so good. Yoongi feels so safe here. So wanted.
“Yoongi…”
The omega leans into Jungkook more, not bothering to mention the lack of honorific, “Yeah?”
“Is it weird that I’m an alpha? Like...does that really suit me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think I act like an alpha is supposed to.”
“I…” Yoongi frowns, not sure how to reassure him. He can smell Jungkook’s distress in the air, and he already wants to comfort him as a friend but his omega now also wants to. “You are yourself, and you happen to be an alpha, so you act exactly like you’re supposed to. Your status doesn't determine how you behave. Now that you’ve presented some things might be different, though. You’ll have to get used to your scent showing your emotions to others, and dealing with ruts. It’s just another part of you, but it ain’t all of you.”
Jungkook smells like sweet summer rain again. He tilts his head back so their eyes meet. “Thanks, hyung.”
Yoongi wants to say more, but a fire consumes him. He groans loudly, cock hardening and his nipples sensitive to even the air. Jungkook audibly growls, and Yoongi needs him . He gets up on his knees and sits on Jungkook’s thighs, hardly processing anything more than the way the alpha is pumping his cock. Yoongi really looks at it for the first time, deeply pleased by Jungkook’s size compared to himself. Jungkook is hung like an alpha, and Yoongi can’t wait to have his knot in him.
He fumbles with the foil of a condom wrapper, and Jungkook takes it from him to put it on himself. When it’s on, Yoongi steadies himself with his hands on Jungkook’s waist and lowers his ass. Jungkook helps to guide his dick in, gasping when the head rubs against Yoongi’s slick hole. Yoongi takes him in gradually, sweating. It’s an incredible feeling. Yoongi’s never had something in him like this before. So hot and full and wet. Fuck .
Yoongi is fully seated on Jungkook’s cock now, and the alpha is clearly struggling to keep a hold of himself. His chest is flushed and glossy, his muscles tense. Jungkook’s lips are parted and his eyes are squeezed shut. He’s so fucking beautiful. God.
The omega starts to move, and Jungkook’s hands fly to Yoongi’s thighs and grip hard. The touch is enough encouragement for Yoongi to lift up and then sink back down, then again. Each time he lets more of Jungkook’s dick slide out, and rolls his hips back down harder. He reaches deep in Yoongi, but the movement isn’t enough to stimulate much pleasure for the omega.
“Jungkook, can you—?”
The alpha’s eyelids fly open, “You want me to?”
“Yeah.”
Jungkook bites his bottom lip, raises his knees so his feet are planted firmly on the bed, and then thrusts up into Yoongi. The omega’s entire body is jostled, but the power behind it feels amazing and Jungkook’s angle is better. The thrusts come faster, then he slows and begins to grind up into Yoongi which makes the omega bend forward and collapse on the alpha’s torso as he moans with ecstasy. His prostate is getting continuously rubbed against, making him quiver and rut his wet dick against Jungkook’s stomach. Jungkook wraps his arms around Yoongi’s back to hold him more securely in place and begins to fuck into him with more force, breathing heavily.
“You gonna cum?” Jungkook’s voice is hoarse, deep. It’s the first time one of them has said something so... explicitly this entire time. “Fuck, I wanna cum.”
“Yeah, yeah, I am,” Yoongi slips a hand between their flush bodies and jerks himself off messily. It takes only a second before he’s cumming again, harder than before, and then Jungkook fucks until he simply grinds himself to orgasm—probably too exhausted to do much more.
For Yoongi, feeling Jungkook’s orgasm ripple through his body almost brings on another for himself. Yoongi kind of plans to simply roll off, maybe finally get some sleep, but—Jungkook’s cock is still hard, it didn’t go down this time. It didn’t form a knot either…
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, loud. “God, it hurts.”
“What?” Yoongi pushes himself on his elbows and looks over his friend. Jungkook’s face is strained. “Are you okay?”
“I think it’s...I think it’s because I’m still presenting. I didn’t knot you. I don’t know…all of me just hurts.”
“What do you think would help?” Yoongi cups the side of Jungkook’s face and leans in so close they’re nearly kissing, the touch feels too intimate but it’s satisfying his omega which desperately wants to protect and care for...well. For someone who feels like his alpha.
“Fuck,” Jungkook turns his head to the side, like he’s embarrassed. “I just...I really want to fuck you.”
Yoongi’s face warms, but not from his heat. “You already are. And...I want you to fuck me too. But I don’t want to be on top anymore, I’m tired.”
Jungkook laughs, and Yoongi laughs too. It breaks the tension and allows them to comfortably resituate themselves. They switch the condom out for a new one, leaving extras laying on the bed just in case. When Jungkook moves between Yoongi’s legs and feels up his thighs, slick leaks from between Yoongi’s asscheeks and he arches into Jungkook’s every touch. There’s less hesitation this time, and Jungkook slides into Yoongi with ease.
The alpha fucks hard and fast and kisses Yoongi deeply. He jerks Yoongi off, and when the omega cums it’s dry and almost painful. But a good kind of pain. The kind of pain that makes him put a new condom on Jungkook himself, kiss the alpha’s hip bones, and then draw him in again with his legs crossed behind Jungkook’s back. This time Jungkook sucks at his neck and let’s their scents meld together. His thrusts are firm and deep and Yoongi cries out each time his prostate is hit. Jungkook’s knot still won’t form. But by a third orgasm Jungkook is exhausted, even if his cock is still red and hard.
Yoongi makes them stop then. The omega’s heat seems to have gone as quickly as it came, and now he’s left with only embers burning in his stomach. He feeds them rice and leftover grilled beef, makes them drink water, and tells Jungkook he needs to take care of himself while Yoongi showers. Jungkook whines loudly, eyes glossy. He clearly needs release, but Yoongi needs to breathe and feel clean for at least fifteen minutes.
“Yoongi, Yoongi, come back quickly?” Jungkook is pouting now, laid sideways on the bed, completely nude.
“Yes, I’ll hurry.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook goes on, one hand reaching toward Yoongi. “Scent me?”
Yoongi nods, and Jungkook scoots closer. The omega noses at Jungkook’s neck and allows himself to relax. Tangerine spreads through the room, and Jungkook hums contentedly. When Yoongi starts to pull back, Jungkook sneaks in a kiss to his lips and for some reason, it makes Yoongi grin and fireworks explode in his chest.
Suddenly, he can’t seem to shower fast enough.
When he returns to his bedroom dry, and smelling of soap and shampoo, Jungkook is flat on his stomach and rutting into a pillow.
“Oh, hell,” Yoongi immediately feels slick drip down his thighs.
Jungkook looks up, hair crazed around his pink face. Yoongi gets on the bed and allows himself to be manhandled. He’s on his stomach like Jungkook was, and now there’s a heavy body pressing in from all sides. Jungkook slips a finger into Yoongi first, then another, and when he’s satisfied that Yoongi is still plenty loose (and now, really fucking wet), he lines himself up and literally begins fucking Yoongi into the mattress. The omega whimpers and moans and Jungkook growls and grunts into his ear.
It all happens so fast and feels so good. When Jungkook stops, who knows how much later, he simply wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist and moves them so they’re laying on their sides, spooning. Yoongi smiles to himself, enjoying the kisses being pressed into his shoulders and neck. Jungkook still hasn’t knotted, but the way they’re laying is almost like he’s stuck in Yoongi.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi reaches back and pats Jungkook’s bare thigh.
“Oh, shit. Sorry. I’ll pull out.”
“Just take the condom off and get back in me.”
“Huh?”
“Just take the condom off.” Jungkook does, and then Yoongi clarifies, “Put your dick back in me. It’s okay without a condom.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, come on,” Yoongi wiggles his ass back until he feels Jungkook’s boner press against it. “Put it in.”
Slowly, Jungkook does. And then he throws one arm over Yoongi and holds him tight against him. Yoongi takes a deep breath, inhaling the healing scent of petrichor.
“Can we sleep? And you can stay in me like this as long as you need.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook’s breath is warm against Yoongi’s hair. “This feels nice.”
“And, Jungkook…” Yoongi clicks his tongue, not quite sure how to say this.
“What is it?” The alpha asks gently, his hand finding Yoongi’s and covering it. It's so soft. So warm. So loving.
“If...if you need to get off while I’m sleeping, you can just do it,” he hears Jungkook inhale, about to ask a question, so Yoongi continues. “I mean like. You don’t need to wake me up. It’s okay if you, like, just use me to help you.”
“Yoongi, fuck, if you say shit like that I’m gonna wanna fuck you again right now. You really mean that? Are you absolutely sure?”
“I’m keeping your cock warm, aren’t I? And it’s keeping me loose. I’m serious. I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me, your alpha wouldn’t let you, and you wouldn’t let you. So please, if you’re in pain just use me, okay? I want you to.”
Lips press against Yoongi’s back again. “Okay, hyung. You’re so good to me.”
Yoongi laughs softly, then closes his eyes and allows himself to relax in the arms of the alpha. His omega is purring, incredibly happy. Happy, probably, because it’s been set free after two years of being suppressed. Happy, possibly, because Yoongi has an alpha around him, inside of him , that’s keeping him safe and full. He falls asleep easily, breathing in the smell of rain and feeling a cool breeze from the dark window.
~
“Yoongi, Yoooongi… Fuck. Ah—”
There’s something wet, hard, and hot rubbing between Yoongi’s thighs. Someone is breathing heavily into his ear and grunting with each movement. The omega blinks his eyes open, the orange light of dawn shining on the rumpled and stained bedsheets.
Jungkook is pressed up behind him, hard body against Yoongi’s, and his hands are squeezing Yoongi’s legs together as Jungkook fucks between Yoongi’s thighs using slick as lube. It seems like Jungkook must have cum like this already, and is still going at it. His scent is overpowering, like a thunderstorm with raging winds and pouring rain. The alpha’s rut—his presentation— might finally be reaching a climax.
Yoongi reaches one hand down to thumb the head of Jungkook’s cock as it peeks out between Yoongi’s flushed and sticky legs.
“Oh!” Jungkook bites into Yoongi’s back. “Ah, hyung. Are you awake?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi takes a shaky breath, arousal stirring in his stomach. “Fuck, Jungkook. Why aren’t you in me?”
“I—” Jungkook continues to grind his hips, whining loudly when Yoongi clenches his thighs together even tighter. “I was scared of hurting you.”
“Jesus, Jungkook,” Yoongi throws his head back against the alpha’s shoulder. “Just fuck me, knot me if you can. I want you in me .”
Yoongi’s omega is crying out, and maybe it makes him sound desperate but he doesn’t fucking care. Jungkook listens immediately, lining himself up and hooking one leg around Yoongi’s hips so he can get nice and close, thrusting hard and fast. Their skin makes wet slapping sounds, and Yoongi starts to slowly jerk himself off. Not with intention to cum, but just to take the edge off. He’s still tired, and he’s been able to fall asleep in a large variety of situations before…
He wouldn’t be surprised if he does right now. Jungkook jostles him with each thrust, and the alpha’s hands gently run up and down Yoongi’s body. His breathing is rhythmic and warm, and Yoongi is pulled into a daze, hand dropping from his cock and curling into the sheets instead.
“You feel so good,” Jungkook huffs. “So good. I want you as my omega.”
Yoongi purrs loudly, eyes shut and body relaxed. Jungkook sucks at his neck and then cums, semen filling the omega. He forgot a condom, but Yoongi could seriously not care less.
Half-asleep as Jungkook grinds into him continuously, all Yoongi can think about are the words my omega. My omega. My omega. Yoongi’s never been anyone’s omega before. Has always thought relationships would come after college, not while he’s in it and so busy with everything else.
His dreams are full of his roommate. Jungkook’s grinning face after eating 6 six spicy ramens, memories of their late night walks along the Han River, the smell of rain and tangerines. Yoongi sees himself holding hands with Jungkook, scenting him. He sees them sitting in a booth with their friends, leaning into each other, so happy.
Yoongi wakes from being rocked forward roughly, and a growl in his ear that makes him curl his toes.
He looks back, heart skipping a beat when he sees Jungkook’s blissed out face right there above him as he cums again inside of Yoongi. The alpha opens his eyes slowly, but when he sees Yoongi staring up at him with parted lips he suddenly pulls out.
Yoongi whimpers, arms flailing in a useless attempt to pull Jungkook back in. He can feel cum spilling from his ass and dripping onto the damp bed. Jungkook makes the entire bed creak as crawls half over Yoongi, holding himself above the omega as Yoongi shifts to his back.
“I’m gonna kiss you,” Jungkook announces, and then does so without hesitation. He kisses Yoongi like he’s hungry, like he needs him more than anything, like—like Yoongi belongs to Jungkook. And part of Yoongi wants it to be true.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi pushes him away with palms on Jungkook’s pecs, trying not to blush at the feeling of their firmness or Jungkook’s hard nipples. “Have you knotted yet? How badly does it hurt?”
“I haven’t,” Jungkook pouts his bottom lip. “I don’t know why I can’t. I want to, hyung. I want to so badly. But it isn’t happening.”
“It's okay,” Yoongi brings one hand to his face and strokes Jungkook’s cheek. “It’s okay, Kook-ah. I’m here for you until it happens.”
“Is your heat over?” Jungkook whispers, eyes big and gooey.
“Basically, yeah,” Yoongi sighs. “I thought it would be worse, but I think having you here helped a lot.”
“I’m glad,” Jungkook kisses Yoongi’s forehead and the omega blushes, avoiding eye contact afterwards by looking out the window at the midday sun. “Are you okay? You fell back asleep and I just kept going and—”
“Jungkook, hush,” Yoongi shakes his head. “You felt good. I’m not hurt at all. My omega is really happy that I could help you like that. Okay?”
“Okay,” Jungkook bites his lip. “Are you up to try, um, a different position?”
Yoongi squirms slightly, a bit grossed out by the wetness on his back. “As long as I’m not lying in all this…”
“Oh!” Jungkook laughs awkwardly and gets off of Yoongi. “Sorry. Yeah. It got pretty messy.”
Yoongi sits up, caught off guard when he sees Jungkook getting out of the bed and grabbing one of the blankets that Yoongi pushed off yesterday. It’s just...Jungkook is glowing. The sunlight dances on his sweaty skin like gold, his hair is curly and messy and long. His tattoos seem especially defined, and he’s completely naked in Yoongi’s bedroom. Jungkook’s alpha cock is half-hard between his thick thighs and his ass looks so good and Yoongi just wonders how he never noticed any of this before. Of course, his roommate has always been easy to look at. But Yoongi had never given it much attention before—aside from a few drunken thoughts when Seokjin wouldn’t stop harassing him over his insanely hot roommate .
Now Yoongi understands why.
“Are you gonna get off?” Jungkook is standing there, waiting on Yoongi to get off the bed.
“Oh, sorry,” Yoongi looks down and scrambles to crawl off the bed.
The second his feet hit the floor, he knows he’s going to fall. And he does—straight into Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook holds him with one arm securely around Yoongi’s waist, one hand on the omega’s elbow. He dropped the blanket to catch Yoongi, and now he’s staring deep into the omega’s eyes. What can he see in there?
“Yoongi,” Jungkook’s gaze drifts down to his lips.
“Kiss me?”
And Jungkook does. He crushes their mouths together and Yoongi moans into it. He ends up leaning back against the bed with his legs hanging off, and Jungkook over him, suckling at Yoongi’s neck while pressing fingers into Yoongi’s mouth. They simply make out for a while, humping each other slightly but largely ignoring their dicks. Yoongi sucks on Jungkook’s tongue and bites at his plump lower lip and tugs on the alpha’s hair. It feels so good, and before long he’s leaking slick again.
When Jungkook smells the tangerines spike, he becomes almost feral. He devours Yoongi’s mouth a moment more, and then he takes the omega roughly by the hips and flips him over. Yoongi reaches above him and grabs the sheets, planting his feet firmly on the hardwood and presenting his bare ass back to Jungkook who eagerly gropes it. He rubs it with open palms, kisses up Yoongi’s back, and then tests Yoongi’s wet hole with two fingers. His cock ruts between Yoongi’s ass cheeks and he moans.
“Yoongi, Yoongi. Fuck, I think—I think I can feel it. I think I can knot you this time. Can I?”
“Christ, Jungkook,” Yoongi’s cheek is smashed against the mattress and he laughs somewhat manically. “Please . Please. Please knot me. Alpha, please knot me. Holy shit.”
“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook groans at the sight of slick sliding down Yoongi’s legs.
Yoongi feels fingers gather some of it up, hears it rubbed over Jungkook’s cock, and then feels the head pressing against his rim and entering steadily. Once Jungkook is balls-deep, he leans over the top of Yoongi and presses the omega’s torso flush against the bed. Yoongi sighs with weight on him, moaning when Jungkook gathers his wrists and holds them down. Yoongi can’t move, can’t do anything but simply relish the friction of his dick rubbing against the sheets and the way Jungkook is pounding into him. The bed frame creaks, thudding against the wall as the alpha plows into him mercilessly. He's growling deep in his throat, and it makes Yoongi’s head swim with fuzzy pleasure.
Jungkook never lets up. If anything, he thrusts faster and firmer and grips Yoongi’s wrists tighter. When Yoongi feels pressure at his rim, he almost cries with relief and desire.
“Your knot, ah , I feel it.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook’s teeth scrape along Yoongi’s back. “How does it feel?”
Yoongi cums right then, body shuddering from the force and Jungkook makes a rumbling noise and begins to grind hard, knot growing in size as it’s forced into Yoongi’s hole.
“Feels like it belongs in me,” Yoongi gasps out, tears streaming his face as he floats in an orgasmic headspace.
“Omega,” Jungkook growls in Yoongi’s ear, teeth nipping.
He fucks roughly into Yoongi a few more times, bed squeaking, knot growing. When Jungkook cums he continues to rock, moaning shamelessly into Yoongi’s shoulder and freeing Yoongi’s wrists to dig his fingers into his hips.
They end up in the sticky bed anyway, Jungkook wrapped around Yoongi and locked inside of him. The omega is full of cum, a knot, and absolutely ecstatic about it. His heart is warm and fluttering, the arousal settles in his stomach, and his omega is so happy that Yoongi is physically purring. Jungkook kisses Yoongi everywhere his lips can reach.
It’s sunset beyond the window. Orange streaking the sky and clouds pink. Two days together, bodies intertwined. Yoongi feels incredibly vulnerable laying here, but also happy.
~
When Yoongi wakes, he rolls over and no one is there. His heart immediately plummets.
And then—
Sweet rain. He can smell it. He opens his sleep-crusted eyes and there’s Jungkook holding a cup of steaming black coffee. Yoongi sits up, trying to hide his panic, and accepts the drink wordlessly.
“I made us food, hang on,” Jungkook says and then leaves the bedside.
Yoongi watches him go, heart loudly thumping in his chest. Is it the caffeine? The alpha is wearing flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt, and Yoongi realizes he’s in pretty much the same. He also isn’t laying in the cum-crusted sheets. They’ve been replaced with a clean one. He crawls to the bottom of the bed and reaches over to his dresser for his phone. He hits the power button, fully expecting it to be dead after playing music for days , except it turns right on. 100% displayed in the upper corner.
It’s early afternoon, and Yoongi feels fully rested. His muscles are aching, but he isn’t sleep deprived for once.
“How long have you been up?” Yoongi calls to his roommate who he can hear bustling around in the kitchen.
“A few hours. You’re a deep sleeper, hyung.”
“Clearly,” Yoongi mumbles under his breath. Then louder, “How did you change the sheets?”
“I moved you to my bed.”
“You—you carried me?” Yoongi blushes. How silly he must have looked. Dead weight, limbs dangling, and held in Jungkook’s arms. Actually...he kind of wishes he had been awake for that. To feel the press of Jungkook’s skin against his own for longer.
“Yeah. I don’t know, this morning I woke up and felt like I just needed to take care of you.”
Jungkook comes back into the bedroom with two bowls of fried rice. There’s a fried egg and kimchi on top, and Yoongi gladly accepts it. He balances his coffee carefully on the mattress and eats it all much faster than he’s used to. Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed, leaving a few feet of space between them. It’s not awkward, Yoongi refuses to let it be, but...they’re quieter than usual.
Yoongi didn’t let himself think about it when they were in the midst of it, but now that their cycles have passed the weight of what happened is settling in. They slept together. They scented. They kissed. They did everything they’d never done before all at once and Yoongi had never considered doing most of it with Jungkook.
Now here they are. In the morning after. And they need to deal with—
“I’m sorry you missed class,” Jungkook says. “I didn’t want to wake you up earlier. You were sleeping so well.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I emailed all my teachers before because I knew my, uh, heat was coming.”
“Oh, good. I don’t think I missed anything important. I just hope my professors will accept presenting as an excuse,” Jungkook laughs and then goes back to his food.
Yoongi looks over at him. Jungkook doesn’t appear any different, aside from a few red bruises Yoongi must have put on his neck. But Jungkook has a scent now, and Yoongi can smell his best friend's uncertainty.
“I have work soon,” Jungkook stands up from the bed abruptly. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
Yoongi opens his mouth to say something but...he doesn’t know what to say.
“We’ll finish watching One Punch Man, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll make us curry.”
“Thanks,” Jungkook smiles at Yoongi one last time before stepping out of his room and shutting the door.
“Okay,” Yoongi says to the empty room.
~
Yoongi can’t be in the house anymore. He can’t. So he showers as quickly as he can, grimacing when he has to slow down and clean his ass, but relieved once the hot water and soap rushes over him. Part of him doesn’t want Jungkook’s scent to disappear, but he ignores that. Once he’s dry he takes a couple scent blocker pills, but he isn’t sure if they will kick in fast enough to really matter.
Besides, it feels like there’s no point in taking them anymore when Jungkook knows the truth. Yoongi has, for the most part, allowed everyone to believe he’s a beta. For casual interactions. Classmates, teachers, strangers in restaurants and bars. But Yoongi’s friends know the truth. He met them all last year, and they all thought he was a beta at first too. Yoongi told them the truth one night after they drank soju together and played games.
They’re Jungkook’s friends too. But Yoongi made them promise not to tell him. To not bring it up in front of Jungkook. They’ve all argued with Yoongi on countless occasions about the need to tell Jungkook the truth. Yoongi would say it doesn’t matter that I’m an omega, and they would say, if it doesn’t matter why haven’t you told him? And Yoongi’s explanation has always been—
I don’t want him to think of me differently. Or think that he needs to cater to me because I’m an omega and he’s a beta. And I don’t want him to be mad at me for lying to him. Sure, Jungkook is a beta but that doesn’t change anything.
Yoongi puts on ripped black jeans and the biggest hoodie he can find then grabs his keys and heads out.
It’s about a ten minute walk to where Seokjin works. It’s meant to be an authentic Italian place, but Seokjin says they take a few liberties and there’s some interesting Korean-Italian fusion options on the menu.
The sky is cloud covered, but it’s humid and warm. Yoongi forgot his headphones, so he’s left listening to the sound of passing cars and chatting college students. When Yoongi gets to the restaurant the host recognizes him and nods at him. Yoongi goes to his usual booth in the back and sits down. The scrapes of silverware on plates and sliding of pasta keeps him company until Seokjin comes out for his break.
“Yoongi, you’re here?” He slides into the booth across from him with his phone and a soda in hand. Jin smiles and then sniffs the air. His brows come together and then shoot upwards. “Oh my god! You had your heat? I can smell you for once.”
“Yeah, it finished sometime yesterday,” Yoongi confirms. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the cushions.
“Where did Jungkook go? I didn’t hear anything from him.”
“He…” Yoongi sighs. “He was with me.”
“With you?”
“Hyung...Jungkook found out.”
“Huh?!” Seokjin reacts loudly, physically, the way Yoongi would expect. “He found out about your status?!”
“Yeah…” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck. “Can we just be serious for a second?”
Seokjin’s mouth flattens from it’s O shape into a line and he leans forward. “Tell hyung what happened.”
“He came home early from work, and he smelled my scent right away. I thought I would be in preheat at least most of the day, but I was literally going straight into heat. When Jungkook smelled it he—he—”
“He left?”
“No,” Yoongi’s voice gets quieter. “No. He didn’t leave.”
“Did he—oh, shit. Did he help you through your heat?” Seokjin realizes. Yoongi nods and his hyung’s eyes get big and he runs a hand through his hair. “Wow. You wanted him to? You asked for his help?”
“Yeah.”
“Yoongi-yah, I never thought you’d be so brave! I’m proud of you! Are you guys together now?”
“Together?” Yoongi flushes. “No! Why—why would we be together? We’re just friends.”
“But...you slept together. You've never gone all the way before, right?”
“Hyung!” Yoongi hisses and shakes his head. “Be quiet.”
“Sorry,” Seokjin lowers his voice again. “But I just thought, you know. The reason you never told Jungkook you’re an omega was because you thought he wanted to be with another beta, and you thought you wouldn’t stand a chance with him if he knew you were an omega.”
Yoongi gapes, searching Seokjin’s face for any sign of joking. He can’t be serious. Can he? Has he thought this whole time—for months, for years —that Yoongi hid his status because… Because he harbors secret feelings for Jungkook?
“I...I don’t like Jungkook, hyung.”
“Yoongi, it’s okay,” Jin reaches to pat Yoongi’s hand on the table but the omega tears it away.
“No. I really don’t. I’ve never thought of him like that.”
“You spent your heat with him. You can’t tell me you’re not attracted to him.”
“Well—isn’t everyone?” Yoongi blushes. Jungkook is just...hot. Objectively. Ask anyone. He’s cute too. And so sweet. And gives the best hugs on the rare occasions he gives them. Jungkook is smart and funny, and Yoongi’s best friend. The omega trusts him and cares for him so, so much, but…
This morning though, when Jungkook left before they could talk about what happened, Yoongi felt crushed. It’s why he came here, to his hyung. Because he’s confused and doesn’t know what to do.
“What’s going on in your head?” Seokjin asks.
“What if I just think I like him because we had sex? And I was in my heat? Like just because my omega really likes him doesn’t mean—”
“I know I’m not an omega, but as an alpha I can tell you this much. My alpha loved Namjoon before I knew it myself, but what I’ve realized is that my alpha isn’t separate. It is me. Falling for Joon had already happened outside of my control. Your omega liking Jungkook is you liking Jungkook. I really thought you had always liked him, Yoongi. I thought you knew how you looked at him.”
“How do I look at him?” Yoongi wonders, alarmed.
“Like he’s yours.”
“Hyung…” Yoongi whines and presses his face into his hands. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it so seriously. Maybe my omega doesn’t even like him. Maybe it’s just excited because it helped please an alpha and—” he stops himself.
“Alpha?” Seokjin repeats. Of course he caught it. “What alpha?”
“Ah. Hyung.”
“Yoongi, what is it?”
“When Jungkook smelled my heat...he…he started presenting...as an alpha. His rut started. He’s never been a beta, he just hadn’t presented yet.”
Yoongi moves his hands to peek at Seokjin.
“He—that brat! That little faker! How dare he not tell me? His hyung! How dare he!” Seokjin slams his soda on the table and some of it spills out. He’s pouting like he’s not truly angry but more so disappointed. “You knew? Or did you not know? Oh my god, you didn’t either! You both were liars! Wooooow!”
Seokjin throws his hands up in astonishment, “I’m surrounded by idiots these days. Why are you guys my friends?”
“Hyung,” Yoongi glares at him. “Be serious. I made him present. Isn’t that—isn’t that messed up? And like...how did I even do that?”
Seokjin gives him a level look. “You know it’s possible. Your scent in heat can be powerful, especially if the other person—”
“No,” Yoongi backtracks quickly. “That’s just—that’s just not possible. It’s just a coincidence. And I guess my scent, maybe. But Jungkook doesn’t...want me like that.”
“Yoongi, look at me,” Seokjin isn’t one for eye contact anymore than Yoongi is, but when he reverts to hyung alpha mode it’s like all his fears disappear. It’s why Yoongi came to him. Despite Seokjin’s teases and loud outbursts, he’s the only one who can truly reassure Yoongi. “Maybe he does. You’re best friends. And I know changing your relationship with each other could be scary, but you’ll always be friends no matter what. You and Jungkook… C’mon, don’t you see it?”
Yoongi feels Seokjin kick him playfully under the table and scowls. “What?”
“Think about it. Really think about it. Don’t you like him? Don’t you want to kiss him again? Do you really think you can go back to what you were, after feeling what you could be?” Seokjin says earnestly. He picks up his phone and soda can and stands up. “I have to go back to work, it’s almost the dinner rush. Just think about it Yoongi. Okay? I’m here for you.”
Seokjin goes, and Yoongi puts his face back in his hands and breathes deeply. He sees Jungkook’s face behind his eyelids. His smiles and laughter and beautiful eyes. Yoongi can hear him laughing. Hears him say omega low and raspy.
Yoongi had called him alpha out of the heat of the moment, but even now...it feels right.
~
Click. Click.
“Hyung, I’m home!”
Yoongi takes a deep breath, preparing himself to face Jungkook after their day apart. The omega honestly isn’t sure if it felt like not long enough, or too long.
“Dinner’s ready when you want it,” Yoongi replies and looks back at his laptop screen. He’s working on readings and mini essay responses. It feels like a lot of busy work but it’s due as makeup for missing class.
“Thank you for cooking, again,” Jungkook says as he tosses his backpack into his room and then strides right into the kitchen. He serves himself up a bowl of rice with curry poured on top, and then sits down across from Yoongi while he eats.
Yoongi tries to ignore him, he really does, but he feels Jungkook’s big eyes watching him as he attempts to read through a 30 page pdf with writing that is far too dense for his professor to seriously expect anyone to get anything out of it.
“Just gonna stare at me?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his roommate.
Jungkook shrugs, “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You know what.”
Yoongi blushes and ducks his head, “You left quick after I woke up.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But I really did have to work.”
“I know. I just…”
“Hyung,” Jungkook tilts his head. “Your scent is gone again.”
“Is it? I guess my scent blockers started working,” Yoongi now inhaled deeply, curious about Jungkook’s scent. Sweet petrichor. Earthy. Clean. Fresh. “What did your coworkers say?”
“Oh god,” Jungkook groans. “They wouldn’t stop asking questions. I was really embarrassed to tell them I hadn’t presented before...they all thought I was a beta too and...yeah. My manager chewed me out for lying on my papers.”
“You lied when they hired you?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook gathers the remaining rice in his bowl all together with his chopsticks. “I don’t even know why they ask at all. What the hell does status matter when we work at a café?”
“They have to plan for rut days,” Yoongi suggests. But Jungkook’s right. It doesn’t make sense for any job to ask them their status. It shouldn’t be related to how well they work, and it definitely allows people to be biased against certain subgenders.
“They all said my scent is nice though. They kept sniffing me, it was weird,” Jungkook adds, but he’s smiling. “Taehyung took over for me at the end of my shift, you should have seen his face. He punched me so hard I’ll probably get a bruise. He’s pissed I never told him the truth.”
“I can imagine,” Yoongi then realizes what he said. “Um. Not that I can really…”
“Yeah, don’t be a hypocrite,” Jungkook teases and nudges Yoongi’s leg with his foot under the table. The omega can smell Jungkook’s scent getting murkier, heavier. Not angry, but hurt .
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Yoongi gently shuts his laptop. “I just didn’t want our friendship to be affected. And…”
Don’t you like him? Seokjin’s voice echoes in his head.
“It’s okay. I get it. I didn’t tell you the truth either, hyung. I was just embarrassed for not presenting, but for you it must be different. I don’t know what it’s like to be an omega and have people...you know. Look down on you? People always assumed I was a beta or alpha. Just...I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. I don’t want that. It’s your private information and your choice.”
Jungkook’s expression is so earnest that Yoongi’s heart swells. Jungkook smells sweet too. Wrapping around Yoongi and reassuring him. If his scent had a sound, it would be the gentle taps of raindrops on a window that keep Yoongi company late at night.
“Thank you, Jungkook. I wanted to tell you. I trusted you. I just...never knew how. I felt terrible about hiding it from you but…” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck. “I just felt lost. I felt ashamed about keeping a secret so long and thought you might hate me if—”
“Hyung,” Jungkook’s lips part. “No. I’d never hate you. You’re my best friend. I love you.”
Yoongi’s breath hitches and he feels a hum building up in his chest. Like a purr from his omega.
Don’t you want to kiss him again?
Yoongi has never been so grateful for his scent blockers. He doesn’t know what he’d smell like right now, but he’s sure it would give him away. But...give what away exactly?
“I won’t tell anyone, either. Obviously,” Jungkook goes on. “I know you want your status a secret so if anyone asks what I did for my rut I’ll just say I went to a hotel.”
Right. Because Jungkook doesn’t know that all of their friends know Yoongi’s an omega already.
“Oh, Jungkook…” he winces.
“Don’t worry. You ready to finish One Punch Man?” Jungkook gets up and serves himself more curry. He also gets another bowl for Yoongi.
Yoongi stays quiet and nods. He just sets up the TV and let’s it go.
He’ll tell Jungkook later. Later, for sure.
~
Later doesn’t come. Or maybe Yoongi doesn’t let it come. Either way, a week has gone by and Yoongi and Jungkook haven’t spoken at all about what happened between them, and Jungkook doesn’t mention or ask about Yoongi’s status.
Yoongi does overhear a phone call Jungkook has with his parents though. They sound relieved and excited that he’s finally presented.
“Your mother and I thought it might never happen.”
“Me too, honestly. I’m glad I did though.”
“What does Yoongi-ssi think about living with an alpha now?”
“Ah, I don’t think he minds. I think he likes knowing how I feel from my scent, though.”
That’s true enough. Then again, Jungkook has always worn his heart on his sleeve. Now it’s even more so. Jungkook is tired and spacey in the morning, excited whenever there’s food involved, happy to sit with Yoongi at night and play games or watch anime. He’s stressed when studying, and the other night Yoongi smelled rain that was crisp and cold. Like sadness.
It had made Yoongi’s omega uncomfortable. It made Yoongi squirm and wonder if he should go to Jungkook’s room and check on him. He didn’t. Because Jungkook didn’t mean for Yoongi to sense how he felt, he just couldn’t help it. Still. Yoongi slept badly that night. Wishing he could help him.
Midterms are over in two days though, and Yoongi and Jungkook have plans with their friends to go out and get drunk on soju at a noraebang place. When their group chat exploded with Seokjin and Taehyung announcing the plans Jungkook smelled so relieved. Like a fresh spring rain. Drops flaking on flower petals and green grass. It made Yoongi stop and simply stare at the alpha.
There have been a few times where Jungkook’s scent took Yoongi by surprise. That was only one of them. Sometimes though, at night, when they’ve turned off the TV and are simply sitting together scrolling through their respective phones, Jungkook’s scent is… indecipherable. It’s not a bad scent. Not at all. It’s petrichor in its purest form. Like a warm hug from the clouds. Yoongi isn’t sure if Jungkook can even tell that he’s doing it. But when Yoongi goes to bed, he’ll smell the petrichor lingering on his clothes.
His omega loves it. Purrs when Yoongi buries his nose in his sweater and loves how safe it feels.
Do I like him?
Yoongi is currently laying on his stomach in the middle of his room on the carpet. His laptop is open in front of him but he’s staring at a blank document. There’s an essay due tomorrow at noon he needs to both start and finish, and then his exam on Friday should be easy enough. It’s open notes and multiple choice, and Yoongi has always been an avid note taker.
“Hyung?”
Yoongi jerks his head up and sees Jungkook standing in his open doorway. “Yeah?”
“I brought you something.”
“Hm?”
Jungkook pulls out an iced coffee from behind his back and then carefully steps into the room. He crouches down to set it in arms-reach of Yoongi and smiles.
“What are you working on?”
“You got me coffee? Oh my god, thank you,” Yoongi grabs it and sits up. He slurps down half of it through the straw without hesitation. “I need to seriously start on my essay but my brain hasn’t been working.”
“Oh no,” Jungkook frowns. “Can I help at all?”
“Wanna make dinner?”
Jungkook points at him and attempts a wink, “I’m one step ahead of you. I ordered pizza.”
“Dude,” Yoongi grins wide, letting his gums show. “Thank you so much.”
“Yeah, I figured we deserve it. Especially you,” Jungkook eyes are soft and warm. His scent is the deep, rich petrichor that wraps around Yoongi and makes him feel warm from the inside out.
“You’re being awfully nice today,” Yoongi teases. “Did you do something bad?”
“Do I ever do anything bad?” Jungkook flutters his lashes, knowing full-well he looks innocent as ever. Being an alpha could never change that.
Yoongi hums and sucks on his straw some more. “I guess not.”
“Exactly,” Jungkook clicks his tongue and stands up. “I’ll let you know when it’s here.”
After the coffee break Yoongi works much better. He gets through the outline and the first two body paragraphs and feels far more motivated to get it done than before. He can distantly hear Jungkook typing away in the kitchen as he works at the kitchen table on his own assignments, his determined strong scent spurring Yoongi on whenever he glances at his phone and is tempted to scroll aimlessly through Twitter. The pizza arrived a bit ago, but he decides to take a break only now.
He shuts his laptop and plugs it in. He stretches and walks into the kitchen, glancing over Jungkook’s shoulder as he vigorously types a question response. The pizza smells incredible, and the box is still warm to the touch when Yoongi opens it.
“You got it all basil and tomatoes? And salami? You hate basil,” Yoongi takes two pieces and uses a paper towel as a plate. He sits at the table across from Jungkook and digs in.
“I don’t hate basil. I’ll tolerate it. I guess. And besides, you like it,” Jungkook explains casually as he keeps typing.
“Uh huh.”
Jungkook’s scent shifts, becoming slightly irritated. Or maybe anxious? Yoongi puts red pepper flakes on his pizza and devours four pieces in total, and then returns to his room. He finishes his essay after a couple more hours, and then takes a well-deserved shower. When he comes out Jungkook has finished his homework and is gritting his teeth as he plays Mario Kart.
“Stupid Bowser,” he complains. His competitiveness makes Yoongi smile. Jungkook is so cute when he gets all quiet and focused on gaming. He tends to stick out his bottom lip, open his eyes even wider, and mashes the controller buttons hard. He also moves his body side to side, as if that will help his Kart go faster or make sharper turns on the race track.
Do you want to kiss him?
“Hyung, you wanna play?” Jungkook asks as he comes in second place.
“Sure, I finished my essay.”
“Want me to read it over?”
Yoongi pauses as he picks up the second controller, “You are being suspiciously nice.”
“I’m not!” Jungkook blushes. His scent almost retracts, like it’s as shy as Jungkook.
“You are,” Yoongi quirks his lips. “I don’t know why, but I’ll figure it out.”
“Don’t worry about it, hyung.”
“Hah!” Yoongi raises his hand in victory. “So you admit that there’s a reason!”
Jungkook simply shakes his head and selects Yoongi’s favorite Mario Kart map. They play until midnight, then Jungkook reads Yoongi’s essay and says it’s good to turn in. They go to their rooms after that, and Yoongi sleeps well.
When the omega wakes, Jungkook is already off at work. But on the table is a fresh bag of tangerines and a post-it note from Jungkook that simply has a smiley face on it. Yoongi laughs quietly, but eagerly accepts the gift. He loves tangerines more than anything, besides maybe Americanos.
Why is Jungkook being so nice?
Yoongi spends the day eating tangerines and studying for his exam tomorrow. When he finishes he cleans up the kitchen.
That night they forego anime and just study at the dining table together. Jungkook’s mouth is set in a perpetual frown and Yoongi is lost in his set of virtual flashcards. He’s always loved making music and listening to it, but sometimes learning the technical terms for classical compositions gets boring. Really boring. The omega is just relieved that the passion his teachers have for music always shines through even in the most dull lectures. It reminds him what he’s studying this for.
Because he loves it.
Yoongi clicks off from the flashcards and goes back to the study guide, absorbed completely in his work. It smells like rain. Sweet rain. Warm and rich and—
It’s Jungkook. Jungkook’s scent is clinging to Yoongi again, holding him tight. Not captive—just in an embrace. Yoongi peeks up and meets Jungkook’s weighty gaze.
“You’re singing.”
“Hm?” Yoongi takes out one earbud.
“You’re singing,” Jungkook smiles, eyes crinkling.
“Ah,” Yoongi ducks his head. “Don’t embarrass me.”
“Don’t stop. I like it. You sound good.”
“I can’t sing.”
“You could. You can. Don’t stop,” Jungkook reassures.
Yoongi feels his face heat up and puts his earbud back in. He’s gotten so immersed in his work that the music he’s listening to was hardly noticeable, and subconsciously hummed along to the melodies. Yoongi isn’t sure why he’s so flustered by Jungkook’s earnestness. It’s not like it’s new. It’s a dangerous combination of the alpha’s comforting scent and his gentle words that must be doing it. Yoongi’s omega is happy though. Purring. And wishing to be closer to Jungkook.
I want to kiss him again. But why?
~
“There you are!” Hoseok waves excitedly at Yoongi.
“Someone was making us late,” Yoongi elbows Jungkook slightly and the alpha pouts at him as they make their way over to their group of friends gathered together on the sidewalk.
Jimin, Seokjin, and Hoseok are all glammed up with nice jackets and shoes and styled hair. Like they’re gonna be clubbing, when really they’re all just gonna sit in a study room and get shit-faced and sing trot songs until their noraebang reservation is up. Taehyung has on slacks and sandals and a beret, which matches Namjoon's beanie and cardigan sweater. They should be going to a museum. Do they have night museums?
“Jungkook-ah!” Seokjin shouts over their chattering group.
“Yeah?”
“You’re an alpha now?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook bites his lip and glances at Yoongi anxiously.
“Wow,” Hoseok suddenly pushes past Yoongi to get close to Jungkook, leaning in and sniffing him. “You smell good!"
“You should see the way people gawk at him at work,” Taehyung complains. “It was always bad, but now with his alpha scent I swear every damn omega is lusting after him.”
Understandable, Yoongi thinks. But it does make him wonder—will Jungkook start dating again now that he knows his status and isn’t caught in limbo?
“The bus will be here in five minutes,” Jimin says and tucks his phone into his pocket.
“Jungkook, what did your parents say?” Namjoon asks. “They must be happy.”
The alpha shrugs in response, “Yeah. They’re just relieved I’m finally presented. They’re both beta’s so...they don’t really have advice for me.”
“You can always come to me,” Jimin grins devilishly. “I’ll teach you all about knotting and ruts and, oh! The best condoms for—”
Taehyung wraps himself around Jimin from behind and claps a hand over his mouth, “We don’t need to know.”
Jimin laughs and Tae nestles his head on his friend’s shoulder. Yoongi watches them, then tears his gaze away. They’re so comfortable with each other, so quick to touch and let their scents mingle. And they’re just friends . Yoongi wants all that, but he thinks he wants it with Jungkook. And not just as friends.
“So is it weird having an alpha and omega in your apartment?” Yoongi hears Seokjin asking Jungkook.
The omega’s stomach lurches. Wait. No. No.
“Huh?” Jungkook tilts his head.
“Oh yeah!” Hoseok chimes in. “Yoongi told you right? That’s great.”
Namjoon grins, “I can finally talk about how me and hyung deserve more respect as the only omegas of our friends.”
“More respect?” Jimin laughs. “You guys get enough praise from us already. Especially from Jungkook and Taehyung-ah.”
“Hey! If anyone needs more respect around here it’s me,” Seokjin says animatedly.
Yoongi can hardly hear them. Instead he’s watching Jungkook’s expression carefully. The alpha’s smile is strained, his scent stale. Their friends just exposed that Yoongi kept his omega status hidden from only Jungkook. Not everyone else. When Jungkook is his best friend. His roommate. But...he didn’t know. Yoongi kept him in the dark deliberately and now Jungkook knows.
His attention shifts to Yoongi and there’s betrayal in the alpha’s eyes. Not anger. More so disappointment. Which is much worse.
Just then the bus pulls up with a wheeze. The intercom beeps and announces the next stop as they all pile on and head towards the back seats. Yoongi keeps his hands off the gross handrails and plastic seats, and sits beside Namjoon who is talking about something with Hobi.
“Can we change seats, hyung?” Yoongi looks up when he hears Jungkook’s voice. The next thing he knows Jungkook is taking Namjoon’s spot and leaning in close to Yoongi.
The bus is loud simply from the rumbling of the engines and squeak of the breaks, but all their friends talking around them make it even louder.
“Hyung,” Jungkook says so just Yoongi can hear. “They all knew? They’ve known all along that you’re an omega?”
“Jungkook…” Yoongi can’t bring himself to make eye contact. He just stares at his hands in his lap.
“Why didn’t I know? Why did you lie to me? I thought you wanted it a secret from everyone but they all already know .”
“I know, I’m sorry. I just…” Yoongi doesn’t know. Jungkook is waiting. Waiting for an explanation. Yoongi knows Jungkook wants to respect Yoongi’s boundaries and all of that but this was all, undeniably, unfair to him.
“Just what?”
Yoongi shrugs. He might cry if he tries to say anything else.
“Hyung, what the fuck,” Jungkook’s scent spikes and the smell of a raging thunderstorm invades Yoongi’s senses. “I’m sure you had your reasons, but I’d really like to know them. Because right now I just feel so stupid. Was I seriously that ignorant? How did they all find out and not me? Did I do something to make you not trust me?”
“No,” Yoongi says softly. His omega is stirring inside him. It’s anxious and upset. It wants to comfort Jungkook, but Yoongi doesn’t know how. His scent is masked by the medicine he takes to neutralize it, so he can’t even offer that to settle Jungkook’s nerves.
“I thought....I thought we were best friends,” Jungkook sounds so sad. Yoongi can see him frowning out of the corner of his eye.
“We are.”
“Then why?” Jungkook asks again. “I know I’m a hypocrite. But I hid it from everyone, hyung. Not just you. But you—you singled me out. You kept it from me on purpose and even made them all pretend like you were a beta. That’s….I don’t get it."
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi says again. The bus lurches to a stop and they follow their friends off the bus. They’re giving the pair of roommates some strange looks, definitely sensing the tension between them.
Yoongi is just grateful only Seokjin knows that they slept together. Jungkook had told the whole group chat about his status and apologized about hiding it before, after he spoke with his parents. All their friends gave him a hard time, but in a friendly way. They had understood that he’d been embarrassed about not presenting yet even though he’s 22 years old. But if they knew the whole truth, about Yoongi’s heat kickstarting Jungkook’s rut and everything that unraveled from there… Well. He doesn’t even want to think about how chaotic that would be. The pressure would be a lot to deal with.
He still can’t wrap his head all the way around it.
Jungkook walks ahead of Yoongi, going to Taehyung’s side and slinging an arm over his shoulders. Tae complains about him being a stinky alpha now, and they laugh. They’re only a block away from the noraebang place now. The sky is dark, the air is cool. Yoongi is in his usual hoodie and jeans, because he refused to dress up special to impress...impress Jungkook. Yoongi had stared at his closet for far too long. His omega just won’t settle down about it. Especially not when Jungkook bought Yoongi coffee again this morning and smelled so nice and even touched Yoongi’s hand for a while to see whose was bigger. Truly, Yoongi’s feelings are getting ridiculous.
“Yoongi-chi.”
“Hm?” Yoongi glances at Seokjin who’s falling into step beside him.
“I messed up didn’t I.” It isn’t a question. “Jungkook though we didn’t know about…”
“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs. “He thought I kept it a secret from all of you.”
“I see. And now…?”
“Now he’s pissed. Which he should be. I should have been honest with him all at once but I just don't know how to explain why. I don’t even know why.”
“Ah,” Seokjin stops, and Yoongi does too. Their friends keep going, entering the noraebang place. “May I say something?”
Yoongi already suspects what it’s gonna be. “Okay.”
“You couldn’t tell him because he means so much to you. And you’re terrified of changing your relationship.”
The omega swallows, nodding.
“As your hyung, and as your friend, I’m gonna tell you something you probably already know.” Seokjin’s caramel scent, which is usually quite mild, grows stronger. Comforting and gentle. “Your relationship is already changing. This is your chance to make sure it changes how you want it to.”
“You were right,” I do like Jungkook. So much. Yoongi rubs the back of his neck. “Ugh. I hate when you’re right.”
“Aish, I know,” Seokjin rolls his eyes and jostles Yoongi’s shoulder. “Let’s go catch up with them, huh?”
They hurry after their friends, tell the front desk they’re with the Kim party, and are allowed back to the noraebang rooms.
Taehyung is already holding a mic and handing one to Hoseok. They have an old trot song set up, and as soon as the music starts they begin to hop around. Seokjin goes to sit beside Namjoon who kisses him on the cheek and allows Seokjin’s hand to rest on his thigh. This leaves Yoongi to sit next to Jimin, who thankfully separates him from Jungkook.
Jungkook is smiling again, though. He’s clapping and shouting “fan chants” at Hobi and Tae as they sing their hearts out.
“I need alcohol before I can participate in this,” Jimin announces as they finish the first song. He stands up and points at Namjoon and Seokjin. “You love birds both drinking?”
“Yep,” Seokjin gives him a thumbs up.
“And I know you two idiots aren’t,” Jimin laughs at Hoseok and Taehyung who are reading off the lists of songs, arguing what to do next. He doesn’t even bother asking Yoongi or Jungkook, knowing the answer with a single look at them.
“I’ll sing,” Jungkook gets up.
“Oh thank god,” Hoseok stands and stretches. “We’ll never agree on something. My lungs need a break.”
“We sang one song!” Tae complains, but Hobi is already on his way to slump against the cushioned booth beside Yoongi.
Jungkook goes up and presses the buttons on the system, not even consulting Taehyung.
“You guys always do this song!” Namjoon comments as the instrumental begins.
“And you know we sound good.”
“Little early to be this sure of yourself isn’t it?” Seokjin jokes. He frames his face with his thumb and pointer finger, “We all know who the real diamond is.”
“Shhhh!” Hoseok waves his hand and hushes them. “Let them sing.”
Jungkook and Taehyung’s usual is A Daily Song by Hwang Chi Yeul. Tae's baritone voice and Jungkook's tenor complement one another perfectly, and fills the room with beautiful harmonies. Yoongi knows, he’s a music major. They’ll probably sing it twice more throughout the night, and when Jungkook’s drunk he’ll still sound just as good even if a few lines get slurred when his lips move slower than his thoughts. Jimin comes back just as their song ends with five bottles of soju—one for each person who is drinking. He hands Yoongi pomegranate and Jungkook peach, grapefruit for Seokjin and blueberry for Namjoon. Jimin also goes for peach, which he cracks open immediately and takes a swig of.
Jimin and Jungkook sing an English song next, We Don’t Talk Anymore, and then after that Seokjin shouts that the couple needs to do a love song and drags Namjoon up in front of the room. Hoseok and Jimin are going on about a new restaurant with great mandu, and Jungkook is beside Yoongi sipping his soju.
Yoongi is hyper aware of the alpha’s presence. Jungkook is a long way off from drunk or even tipsy, but his scent is fresh and light and happy . It’s not the kind that seems to hug Yoongi when they’re at home alone together, it’s a kind that’s fluttery. Like spring showers that have a rainbow cutting through the clouds.
“Hyung,” Jungkook tilts his head closer to Yoongi.
“Yeah?” Yoongi tenses.
“Let’s just have fun tonight, okay? I don’t wanna be mad at you.”
“Okay.”
“Really,” Jungkook smiles and knocks Yoongi’s knee with his own. “I mean it.”
Yoongi laughs a little, “Okay.”
“Oh god, here we go,” Jungkook beams and turns his attention to Namjoon and Seokjin.
Jin is running in place, hyping himself up and waving his arms around. Namjoon is covering his mouth and laughing, a mic in one hand but it’s unlikely he’ll use it for much more than echoing Seokjin’s lines.
Loner by Outsider begins, and Jin takes off with it. Yoongi just about chokes on his soju, cackling and rolling in the booth. The eldest alpha of their friend group puts his whole soul into his performance. He gestures and turns around to face his captive audience, rapping aggressively in Jimin’s face as his boyfriend hops around behind him and bops his head to encourage Seokjin even more.
Hoseok keeps going, “YEAH! Yeah! Yeah!”
And Yoongi is laughing so hard he slips sideways, head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder. Yoongi only halfway through his soju—only now beginning to feel some warmth in his muscles—but for some reason he doesn’t get off Jungkook even when his laughter turns into a broad grin with his gums showing. He’s heaving slightly, out of breath. And Jungkook smells so good.
“Will you sing with me?” Jungkook asks. Seokjin is at the final verse, out of breath but wearing a poker face to maintain his performer aura.
“What should we sing?” Yoongi takes a few sips of soju in a row. Liquid courage is definitely needed if he’s gonna be put on the spot.
“8282?” Jungkook blinks at him with big eyes.
His pretty doe gaze is impossible to say no to.
“Yeah, alright.”
“Yes!” Jungkook raises his soju bottle in the air. “Cheers?”
“Cheers,” Yoongi smiles. Their bottles clink and then they gulp some down.
Hobi, Jimin, and Taehyung go up before they get a chance to claim the noraebang machine and when they put on Travel to Me by BUZZ everybody has to stand up and sing along to it. They crank the music up and dance messily, chaotically, as the trio’s voices belt through the speakers. During the instrumental break they all hold their soju bottles above their head or play air guitar and Yoongi lets himself be free. He wiggles his whole body ridiculously and Jimin cracks up watching him, and Jungkook begins to mimic him. And then all of a sudden they’re all leaning back and waving their arms—mimicking the iconic Yoongi Wiggle™️ as Seokjin proclaims it.
“Okay, okay,” Jungkook blocks everyone from the noraebang system when the song comes to an end. “Yoongi-hyung and I are going now.”
Jungkook's fingers wrap around Yoongi’s wrist and yank him up to the front. He gives Yoongi a mic and punches in the number for 8282 by the female duo Davichi. It’s a classic noraebang song, and one they randomly start singing on car drives or around the apartment. Yoongi feels a little looser now that he’s finished a bottle of soju. Quite a bit looser, honestly.
“Let’s get it!” Yoongi yells into the mic, making fun of Jungkook’s habit.
The song begins, and Yoongi and Jungkook trade off lines. When they reach the chorus, Jungkook slings an arm around Yoongi’s shoulder and Yoongi reciprocates with an arm around Jungkook’s waist.
“Gimme a call Baby Baby~ Call me right now
Gimme a call Baby Baby~ I wait for you every day~
That you love me, that you love me
At least send me a text
Don’t make me cry, no woah wow~”
The others are singing too, but Yoongi can only hear Jungkook. Feel him. Smell his rainy scent that’s heavy with tart soju and happiness.
“What is affection? It’s scarier than love~
It’s hard to erase…”
They get to the last verse, completely out of breath.
Yoongi can’t stop thinking about the day they met.
It had been the end of summer. The air is just starting to taste like autumn leaves, Chuseok just around the corner. Yoongi’s parents had helped move everything into the tiny dorm, slipped him some extra spending money, and then left. Yoongi’s roommate had yet to arrive, so the omega had taken his time unpacking the boxes and cramming the shelves above his small desk with belongings. He was just finishing hanging up the clothes in his tall, wooden wardrobe when someone knocked on the door.
Yoongi opened it, thrilled and terrified to meet another new student.
“Hey. I think you’re my roommate.”
That’s what Jungkook had said, and that’s what Yoongi thought. They didn’t know as they silently organized their belongings that in a few months time they’d become best friends.
“I’m a beta, by the way,” Jungkook had said later that night when they ate together in a dining hall. Neither of them knew anyone else yet, so they decided to figure it out together. “I’m glad they paired me with you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a lot like me. You seem chill, but like you’re super smart. I bet you could tell me all kinds of stuff I don’t know about. And you like music, so that’s awesome. And since you’re also a beta, we’ll be balanced too.”
Yoongi swallowed hard and looked back down at his thai noodles. His scent blockers and suppressants worked well. Should he tell his new roommate right now that he’s actually an omega? Would it bother him? Yoongi could always tell him later, when they knew each other more. Besides, they might not hang out much after this anyway. No need to bother Jungkook with the woes of an omega. And he certainly doesn’t want the beta thinking he needs to look after Yoongi or protect him from anything.
“I’m glad we’re roommates too,” Yoongi said.
Yoongi puts his heart into the final lines of 8282, him and Jungkook belting it out enthusiastically and surely damaging their eardrums from the loud speakers.
“I love you, I love you so much
I shout in your direction
I will wait for you~
Call me tell me hold me
Call me tell me hold me~”
Everyone cheers for them. Jungkook’s gaze shifts to meet Yoongi’s. His doe-eyes are so open and sweet Yoongi wants to fall into them. Like diving into molasses. He longs to bring Jungkook closer and kiss him. Scent him. Be with him again. His omega is wide awake, purring like crazy. If Yoongi had a scent right now he’s certain it would overwhelm everyone else’s.
Jungkook’s arm slips off Yoongi’s shoulder but his hand traces down to Yoongi’s wrist and holds it.
“Wanna get something more to drink with me?”
Yoongi nods.
They hand over the mics to Taehyung and Seokjin who are eager to go again, and duck out of the private room before they can start BangBangBang.
Yoongi exhales deeply once in the hallway, and Jungkook lets his wrist go. They’re not touching anymore, but they’re walking quietly side by side. Yoongi is so glad that they’ve been able to enjoy the night even though...even though he fucked up. He curses his past self for not being honest from the start, but he never knew Jungkook would come to mean so much to him.
They arrive in the bar area that’s dimly lit with neon beer signs and orange lamps on small wooden tables. There’s a group of people playing pool, others at the dartboard, and plenty of college-aged people drinking sojus at the tables with their friends. Everyone is celebrating the end of midterms.
“Hyung, I’ll get you your drink,” Jungkook offers as they approach the busy bar.
“Huh?”
“I’ll pay. Whatever you want to get.”
Yoongi squints at him, “What do you want?”
“Huh?” Jungkook blinks owlishly.
“Why do you want to be so nice?” Yoongi demands, and then his lips carry on speaking even though he means to stop. He’s only tipsy, but it’s enough to release a flow of words. “You’ve been so nice the past few days. I don’t know why. You keep giving me all these things and cleaning and your scent—”
“My scent?”
Yoongi gapes, “Nothing. It’s just new.”
“Does it bother you?”
“No,” Yoongi says with maybe too much conviction. He doesn’t want to admit that he longs to bury himself in Jungkook’s neck, but he also doesn’t want Jungkook to hide his scent. “It’s nice.”
“Okay… What do you want to drink?”
“Surprise me?”
Jungkook smiles, “Okay.”
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Yoongi says. “Be right back.”
He hurries to turn around and immediately reaches up to touch his burning cheeks. He wishes he could blame it on the alcohol, but anyone who knows him knows that’s not it. He’s embarrassed. Shy. He’s allowing his roommate and dongsaeng to pay for things and give him surprises, and he’s enjoying every moment of it. He should be helping Jungkook out since he’s the hyung, but…
It’s so nice to be appreciated and doted on. The small gifts of food and drinks from Jungkook truly have been making this week worth getting through. And knowing he and Jungkook will wind down at night by watching anime or playing games…
Yoongi couldn’t be happier. His best friend is amazing, and Yoongi…feels selfish for wanting more.
He washes his hands and face in the bathroom and examines his appearance. The pink on his cheeks has calmed down, but his dark hair is a mess. He runs his fingers through it and tries to part it nicely on his forehead. Yoongi, though still warm and bubbly from the alcohol, feels more refreshed now. He just needs to keep his mouth under control the rest of the night. Taehyung loves to say how cute and talkative Yoongi is when he’s drunk, but tonight Yoongi needs to hold himself back a bit. He and Jungkook have too many things to sort out for him to fuck anything else up with a few drunken words.
Or a drunken confession.
But I really like him. So much. He didn’t stay mad at me tonight even though I basically betrayed his trust. He’s still treating me the same as ever even though he’s an alpha. He is the most perfect person for me, because he makes sure I eat and helps me with school and gives me space or leans close when I need it. Jungkook is—
“Oof,” Yoongi grunts when he bumps smack into someone as he leaves the bathroom.
He smells cedar wood. A bit spicy, but rich. He glances up at the alpha in front of him, blushing when he realizes the tall man is holding Yoongi by the waist. Like he caught Yoongi before he could fall anywhere. He grins at Yoongi with sharp eyes, his hair is past his shoulders and dark, partially tied back in a bun. He’s wide and so tall and Yoongi feels his omega light up at the attention of such an alpha.
“Sorry, there. You okay?” The alpha asks and lets Yoongi go. But he stays close, peering down at Yoongi with a soft smile and crinkles by his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I didn’t see you.”
“It’s no problem,” the guy tilts his head. “I like your sweater. I love Epik High.”
Yoongi looks down at the logo on his own sweater, and sure enough it’s the one with the Map of the Human Soul album cover on it.
“Oh really? What’s your favorite song?” Yoongi asks, feeling a little more confident with a bottle of soju under his belt.
“I like Still Life and Mr. Doctor from their Remapping album, really I like that whole album.”
“It’s really good. I got to see them live a couple years ago. They’re what inspired me to make music.”
The guy’s face lights up. “No way? I started a band with a couple friends because of them. We mainly do rock music, but Tablo’s song writing definitely inspires me.”
“He’s really one of the best,” Yoongi laughs and sways forward slightly. The alpha tilts his head and the scent of cedar grows stronger. “What’s your band’s name?”
“Ah, you wouldn’t know us,” the guy shrugs. “We haven’t played at too many places.”
“Tell me!” Yoongi bumps the alpha’s arm with his fist in encouragement. “I’ll check you out!”
Yoongi sees the man’s attention flash over Yoongi’s body, and then make eye contact again. “Wanna come back to my place and I can show you our albums?”
Yoongi’s mouth opens in surprise, but just as it does he inhales the sharp scent of a thunderstorm. The kind with lightning striking at treetops and crackling across the sky. It’s so powerful he squeezes his eyes shut and his omega shudders. But rather than fear, Yoongi feels lust. Longing. He feels desire so powerful that—
Shit.
Slick leaks out of his hole, wetting his underwear and thighs. He’s grateful for his dark jeans, but now he’s frozen in place as he lets the thunderstorm consume him.
“Ah, damn,” Yoongi hears distantly, “you already got yourself an alpha.”
Yes. Yes. My alpha. Yoongi’s insides squirm. The scent of angry rain recedes slightly, and his lashes flutter open. Oh my god.
“Yoongi.”
Jungkook is standing right before him, smelling intensely of rain and wearing a dark expression. He’s clutching a glass of whiskey so tightly in his hand it looks like he might shatter it through sheer strength.
“Jungkook?” Yoongi feels drowsy with desire. And— shit, his ass is wet. This never happened when he was on suppressants, but now…
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi looks at Jungkook, at his alpha, my alpha, my love. And leans forward. Jungkook is close enough that Yoongi falls against his chest, head resting on his shoulder with his nose at Jungkook’s neck. He inhales like Jungkook scent is the only air he can breathe and feels slick leak again.
“I’m sorry,” the omega apologizes. “I’m sorry, Jungkook. I’m sorry about not telling you the truth. I’m sorry I told all our friends but not you. It’s just…” he squeezes his eyes shut. “You mean so much to me. I never want to lose you.”
“Then why were you flirting with that alpha?” Jungkook’s pheromones thicken again. He’s standing rock still, still holding Yoongi’s whiskey in one hand.
“I wasn’t flirting.”
“You were,” Jungkook hisses.
Possessive rain pours down around Yoongi, like it’s sticking to him. The petrichor smell spewing into his sweater and hair even though Jungkook hasn’t moved a muscle.
Yoongi pulls back and looks at the alpha straight-on, confused a little alarmed at how…
“Are you jealous?”
Jungkook pokes his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
“You’re jealous,” Yoongi realizes. He examines his best friend’s expression, seeing fury and passion and something else buried there.
“Hyung, I’ve been giving you courting gifts.”
The sound of other people around the bar gets louder. There’s clattering sounds from the kitchen, the thunk of pool balls, and the scrape of wooden chairs. The pop radio is bouncing with synths, the lyrics hardly audible over the rest of the noise.
Yoongi’s heart is beating loudest of all. Partially because of the alcohol, but mostly because of what Jungkook said.
The omega feels very sober right now.
I’ve been giving you courting gifts.
“The coffees, the oranges, breakfast, cleaning our apartment,” Jungkook lists off. And Yoongi remembers other things too. His favorite pizza, his preferred Mario Kart map, Jungkook reading over his essay and helping him study. “I know it wasn’t anything special, but I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you and want you in my life. I‘m—I’m courting you, hyung.”
Yoongi looks down at the ugly green carpet, eyes threatening to fill with tears. He clutched the ends of his sweater sleeves and can’t help but feel better when Jungkook’s scent envelopes him again in that one, particular smell. The one that’s like a hug.
“You want to be with me?” Yoongi mumbles, almost afraid that Jungkook will take it all back. That he’ll say he just wants them to have benefits during their cycles. That it’s not romantic, purely sexual.
“Hyung, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long my heart hurts,” Jungkook confesses, voice steady and certain. “But I’ve always felt like I have nothing to offer you, and I had been lying, and I believed that you wouldn’t want someone like me.”
“Like you?” Yoongi glances up then. “I don’t know what you’re implying with that Jungkook, but there is no one like you. No one who means as much to me as you do. I—I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. My omega…”
Yoongi’s throat closes up instinctively, he’s not used to openly mentioning his status.
“What?” Jungkook presses. He sets the whiskey down on the nearest empty table and comes closer to Yoongi. He tentatively takes Yoongi’s hands into his own, body relaxing slightly as Yoongi squeezes back.
“My omega wants you. And I—” Yoongi forces the next words out before he can get too scared— “I want you. I trust you. I look at you and I want to kiss you. Your scent smells like a hug, to me. It smells like…”
Jungkook reaches up with one hand to cup Yoongi’s cheek. The omega leans into it, eager to be warm and close.
“Like love,” Jungkook finishes. “Because I love you.”
“Jungkook!” Yoongi flushes. “You’re supposed to be courting me, not—!”
“Not what? Not telling you I love you? Why not?” Jungkook blinks, like he genuinely doesn’t understand why.
Yoongi never expected anything. Much less that Jungkook might already be in love with him. Jungkook loves Yoongi. And if what he’s said so far is true, he loved Yoongi long before he knew that Yoongi is an omega. He fell for Yoongi, the beta. He fell for Yoongi, the omega. Jungkook loves me.
“I...I can’t come up with a reason why not,” Yoongi takes Jungkook’s hand from his cheek and instead intertwines their fingers between them. “But this doesn’t mean you skip courting me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Jungkook sounds a little cheeky, his grin mischievous. “I have much more elaborate things planned now that I have your permission to court you.”
“Elaborate?” Yoongi opens his mouth to argue, but then he’s silenced by a chaste kiss. So warm. So sweet.
When Jungkook tries to pull away, Yoongi wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck and reels him back in.
~
Yoongi and Jungkook tried, and failed, to keep their courting a secret. It lasted only about as long as it took for them to walk back into their noraebang room—not even that, because as they approached Jimin was exiting, and seemed to instantly read Jungkook’s scent and the pair’s faces.
“Hah!” Jimin shouted and pointed at them gleefully. “I knew it!”
It probably didn’t help that their hands were clasped together, and Jungkook’s scent was all over Yoongi. They took public transport home that night, and Yoongi fell asleep on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook had woken Yoongi up to walk home from the stop, but teased that he was tempted to simply scoop Yoongi up and carry him home.
Yoongi had never drank that glass of whiskey, but they did feast on burgers and fries. When they got home he was only sleepy, not drunk. After they washed up, Yoongi fully expected Jungkook to come sleep in his bed. Why should they ever be apart now that they know how each other feels? Jungkook shook his head.
“I want to court you properly, hyung. I want to ask you to be mine officially,” Jungkook stepped towards his own bedroom.
Yoongi whined. Genuinely whined and pouted at the thought of his alpha being so close but yet so far. His omega clawed at his chest and cried out. He almost wished Jungkook could smell him right then, just so he’d feel the wave of panic and longing and be convinced to come closer. Thankfully, Jungkook didn’t need that to be convinced. He understood right away that Yoongi couldn’t bear having him far, even if they’re not officially a couple yet.
“I don’t care if it’s out of order,” Yoongi said. “We’re already doing it all out of order. We’re living together, we slept together, and then we confessed. Please Jungkook, cuddle me tonight?”
How could Jungkook say no?
“Okay,” the alpha agreed and swept Yoongi up in his arms, cackling as Yoongi’s legs flailed in the air. Jungkook carried Yoongi to his bed and plopped him down, smiling cutely at Yoongi. “We’re just sleeping though. I want to court you properly, like you deserve.”
“Yeah, alright.”
Yoongi still steals some kisses that night. He woke to breakfast and coffee in bed, with a little note from Jungkook who’d already left for work.
It’s been a week since then, and Yoongi anticipates everyday that Jungkook will corner him with jewelry, flowers, gifts, or something to officially request Yoongi’s companionship with.
Yoongi is sitting in his last lecture for the day, twirling his pen mindlessly and staring blankly at the slideshow presentation his professor has been reading off of word-for-word. Honestly, Yoongi doesn’t know why he comes when the slides are available online after class. He has seven minutes left of the droning, and then he can leave. He scribbles lyrics in the margins of his notes.
Five minutes.
He sighs and stretches his arms above his head. He shakes one foot, trying to wake it up from where it fell asleep in a cramped position.
Three minutes.
He shuts his notebook and puts his pen away. The students around him in the lecture hall are doing the same. The rustling sounds nearly overwhelm the professor’s voice, and he sternly reminds them it's not time to pack up yet. That doesn’t stop anyone, including Yoongi, instead they all just do it slower.
One minute.
Yoongi grabs the strap of his backpack and makes sure it’s all zipped up. He’s ready to stand and beat the foot traffic out of the building. He can see the beautiful spring sun peeking through the windows.
5:00 p.m.
Yoongi hurries up the steps of the hall and out the doors with the first wave of students.
It smells like cherry blossoms and fresh grass outside.
And rain. Spring showers, specifically.
Yoongi’s eyes widen. There’s Jungkook on the sidewalk, holding an iced Americano in hand and waving timidly at Yoongi.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” Yoongi asks, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Taehyung is covering for me,” Jungkook pushes the coffee into Yoongi’s hand. The omega automatically takes a sip from it, grateful for the caffeine after the lecture that nearly put him to sleep. “That’s my first courting gift for you tonight.”
Yoongi chokes slightly and wipes at his mouth, “Huh?”
“Will you go on a date with me, hyung?”
“...Yeah,” Yoongi purses his lips and looks down. He’s slightly embarrassed of having all his classmates passing by and overhearing.
“What’s that?” Jungkook’s tone is teasing. “Should I just ask someone else?”
“No!” Yoongi looks up and playfully punches Jungkook in the chest, blushing deeper when Jungkook catches his wrist and tugs him closer. He interlocks their fingers.
“Hyung, wanna get dinner with me?”
“Yes,” Yoongi says more clearly.
They go to Yoongi’s favorite lamb skewer place. It’s expensive, but only because the meat is of the highest quality. They’re marinated with rich, spicy sauce and grilled to perfection. The rice and banchan are incomparable to any other place, and their kimchi tastes like Yoongi’s family recipe. He and Jungkook talk about their days, about their friends, about Namjoon and Seokjin and how they'll probably mate soon since Seokjin is going to meet Namjoon’s parents.
Then Jungkook asks questions he never got the chance to before. And even though it’s hard for Yoongi to get the words out at first, eventually his fears and insecurities about being an omega come pouring out. He explains why he wanted suppressants, why he was taken off of them, and what his omega feels like inside him. Jungkook opens up about how he’s been coping with his alpha, and how it feels like another being is living inside of him. Yoongi assures him that one day they’ll feel like one-and-the-same person.
Jungkook secretly pays when he claims to be going to the bathroom, and Yoongi can’t even complain. Before they leave, Jungkook wipes a bit of extra sauce off Yoongi’s mouth with a delicate finger and Yoongi wants nothing more than to kiss him. So he does.
They leave hand-in-hand, and Yoongi is slightly disappointed that Jungkook hasn’t asked yet to be official. Will he not be asking tonight? Will it be a slow process?
“Where are we going?” Yoongi asks, interrupting Jungkook’s rant about a time he ordered steak and it was too fatty and tough to cut or eat. They’re not walking the direction of their apartment.
“Ah, there’s a part two for tonight,” Jungkook squeezes Yoongi’s fingers.
“Part two?” Yoongi questions, but Jungkook merely hums in response.
They arrive in a park. The sun is at the horizon line, and the sky is painted orange and magenta. The fine dust was pretty clear today, and the cool evening air is made even sweeter by Jungkook’s petrichor. There’s not many people out. A few joggers on the main path, older people walking their pets. Jungkook takes them off the sidewalk and through the grass to a viewpoint; one with trees framing a view of the sparkling Han River.
“Oh my god,” Yoongi gapes at the blanket and picnic basket already set up at the site. “Where did this come from?”
“Hobi and Seokjin-hyung,” Jungkook grins. He leads them to the blanket and they toe off their shoes before sitting down. “There’s tangerines, cheese, bread, and red wine.”
“Your move is always to woo me with food,” Yoongi mumbles, but he’s not at all complaining as he reaches for a slice of the baguette. It's fluffy and the crust is delicious to bite into.
“Is it working?” Jungkook semi-jokes as he pops open the bottle of wine. He pours them each some into little mugs and then raises his cup. “I’d like to say something before we drink.”
Yoongi freezes with the wine halfway to his mouth. He blushes, hoping the orange colored sky will cover it. He has a feeling what Jungkook might say. It’s what Yoongi’s been waiting for.
“Hyung, I’m in love with you,” Jungkook says simply. The corners of his mouth turn down and he lowers his mug. “I wish I could have been brave enough to tell you earlier. I wish I could have told you before I presented. But you’ve always been the brave one between us.”
“I don’t know about that,” Yoongi rubs at the back of his neck.
“I do,” Jungkook states it plainly, like a fact. “I don’t want us to rush into this, you know? That’s what I’ve been thinking for the past week. But then I realized...this has been two years in the making. We aren’t rushing into anything. Which is why I want to ask you…”
Yoongi holds his breath, lost in Jungkook’s rich chocolate eyes. Inhaling his best friend’s rainy scent.
“Can I be your boyfriend? Can I...be your alpha?”
“You better be,” Yoongi leans forward to kiss Jungkook. Their wine spills but they don’t care. “I really like you, Jungkook. I want to be with you for a long time.”
They drink the wine, kiss until they're not sure what made their lips more red. They feast on tangerines. When the sky turns deep violet and blue, Yoongi climbs into Jungkook's lap and kisses him deeper.
No one can see them but the stars.