Chapter Text
Friday night.
The sun has long set, the stars he imagined were probably already shining up in the sky.
He imagined - because he couldn't actually see the stars from where he was sitting.
Inside the changing room with so many people around him, making it hard for him to breathe with all those scents mixed.
And yet, loneliness still creeped up to him, he still felt like that.
The last time he felt something was two months ago, when he slipped through the firm hold of his manager and he went to have a drink in the nearest bar.
He had been safe, wearing a disguise.
He had fun too.
Heat crept on the back of his neck just by thinking about it.
He was minding his own business when a pretty omega asked what he wanted for a drink.
At first he thought a fan recognized him, but then he realized that this alluring omega had no idea who he was.
He liked it.
He liked it so much, he danced with the blonde omega, despite not being a dancer.
And that was when he decided to be reckless. Because the moment the sweet blonde started to grind his hips, to press his very delectable butt to Yoongi's groin, that was when he knew he had to have him, in any capacity that the omega would allow him to.
He took him home, where his manager thought he was anyway.
He peeled the omega's otherwise revealing clothes, and he lapped at the unmarked chest as soon as the omega’s back hit his bed.
Gosh.
His sweet whimpers, his rose peach scent, his tasty slick.
All of it, all of it was worth Yoongi’s recklessness.
He took his time first, revealing the wonders of the body of the man under him.
Slowly pushing his member in the wanting hole of the omega.
Slowly, lazily moving his hips.
“I know you're big,” the omega purred, “but you can go faster, I can take it,” he said, looking like a sin with those siren eyes and plump lips.
“Can you take it, omega?” Yoongi asked.
“I need-,” the omega breathed out, “I need you to wreck me.”
“Wreck you?” Yoongi used more strength, making the omega a moaning mess, “I can do that.”
He increased his pace, hitting all the right spots, making the omega truly a wreck.
He was always good at that.
He kept hitting that spot, enamored of the moans of the other.
But that rose peach in the air really invaded his senses.
He was truly so lost in that scent, in how it bloomed all over the room, that it made him pop his knot.
He'd never knotted outside of his ruts, he had always been careful.
But he didn't want to stop. His alpha didn't want to stop giving what the omega was pleading.
So he locked them in, spilling his hot seed inside the sweetly whimpering omega.
It was a feeling like no other.
He wasn't aware that the knotting can feel this intense.
So much so, that his rut hit not two days after.
That omega was really something.
“You're up,” one of the staff said, bringing him to reality.
Right.
He had a concert to perform at.
He can daydream another time.
He got out on the stage.
His first songs were very powerful ones, so he had to be locked in.
He gave his best performance, shaking the stage, making the crowd roar.
His heartbeat increased, the adrenaline making him feel euphoric.
That was what he was made to do, and that was what he did best.
As he started performing some of his ballads, as his heart rate was hitting his ears, his nose picked up a familiar scent in the air.
Rose Peach. A great combination of roses and peaches.
His hand wavered, making the strings of the guitar break forcing him to stop playing.
He laughed it out, waited for the staff to bring him a spare guitar.
But as he waited, he felt that scent again.
Which was strange. Concerts were filled with different scents, it was impossible to lock in on only one.
But somehow he did. The scent was almost identical to that of that omega. Just slightly different. Something was different about it, and he didn't know what.
He felt as if he should know what, but his mind was too overwhelmed.
He tried to scan the crowd, but the staff already brought him the spare guitar and he had to continue performing.
Soon the concert neared its end, and he was finally performing the “fan song” that he always keeps as the last song.
The camera started catching different fans and putting them on the big screen.
So many fans, so many signs with warm messages for him. He liked this part.
He sat down on the ground, on the stage itself and looked at the screen as he performed, looking at all the different kinds of fans he had.
He was so grateful.
And then it happened. The camera showed a row of people, and in the middle of it all stood that omega.
It seemed like he was the only one dressed in white in that row, or maybe Yoongi’s eyes deceived him, as the omega looked so eternal that it seemed like he was shining.
He was indeed very beautiful.
But what shocked Yoongi the most, was that the omega pulled a sign. Not any sign.
A sign that said:
I'M PREGNANT LOL
Yoongi was grateful that this was the final song, but also that he had just finished it, because the moment he read those words, it was the moment his heart skipped a beat and his mind malfunctioned.
Yoongi dropped the microphone on the ground, making the crowd roar, they really liked when he would do it.
Although, this time it wasn't on purpose.
This time his hand really gave way.
He started moving on autopilot, going backstage. Sitting idly as his makeup was getting removed, people celebrated the good concert in the background.
But all he could think was that omega and that sign.
Was he really pregnant?
“Can you believe it?” His manager came all excited, “that fan saying they are pregnant at your concert. That's a first for a fan to announce a pregnancy like that?”
“That's true,” someone from the staff said.
“Fans feel close to Yoongi to share such moments,” the manager sneakered, “I'll pay an article for this. This is good PR.”
Yoongi felt dizzy.
“Can I see him?” Yoongi finally found the strength to speak.
“What?” His manager asked.
“The pregnant fan,” Yoongi's forehead prickled with new sweat.
“Why?” The old man asked.
“I want to congratulate them personally,” Yoongi answered.
“Oh that's good, that's all good PR!” The manager jumped out of joy. Not always did Yoongi do anything with good PR. “Of course. Being a pregnant male omega isn't easy!”
“It's just as hard for female ones,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. His manager was really something.
“Okay, I'll get you your pregnant omega, if he is still here!” The manager started to move out of the vast room, making Yoongi's heart skip a beat with his words.
“My what?” His throat was dry.
“Your fan? Yoongi are you okay?” The manager asked.
“Yes,” Yoongi strengthened up, getting up from the chair, waving away the staff that was removing his make up, “I'll be in my changing room.”
“You'll meet the omega in your changing room?” The old beta seemed scandalized.
“Scents might trigger pregnant omegas,” Yoongi tried to sound neutral.
“Oh you're right!” The beta clapped with his bony hands, as he finally turned around to leave.
Yoongi hoped the omega lingered and that they would be able to find him. He wanted to talk to him so badly.
Soon his manager found the omega.
Or the reason why Yoongi kept pleasuring himself most nights.
The beta brought him to his changing room.
The omega looked uncomfortable, which was no surprise as his manager kept taking photos of them two.
When they said hello, when they shook hands. When Yoongi told him congratulations. Photo of each moment.
Each moment that felt as if stolen.
His manager couldn't stop talking about how the article will be pretty with the pictures of them.
Article about the artist and the fan who saw him as a close friend.
Yoongi was nauseated, and he wasn't the one that was pregnant.
“Can he have a moment alone with his idol?” Yoongi suddenly asked.
“What?” His manager looked scandalized.
“He's pregnant, let's not make him uncomfortable,” Yoongi stated, gesturing towards the camera the manager was holding.
“Of course,” the manager stopped taking pictures, “I guess having a heartwarming talk with his idol would be good for his baby.”
The manager looked into Yoongi for the last time, and then he reluctantly left the room.
There was doubt in his eyes, but Yoongi couldn't care at that moment. He just wanted him gone.
The moment that the door was closed and only two of them remained, that rose peach scent invaded his nostrils.
And under all of it, under all that potency, lied the dull scent of milk.
He was really pregnant.
“Hi,” the omega waved his hand awkwardly.
“Hello,” Yoongi smiled, feeling the unnatural stretch of his skin because of it.
“I sent you emails when I finally found out who you were,” the omega said shyly.
“I haven't received them,” Yoongi said apologetically, “my team goes through them, they might have thought you were delusional.”
“They probably did, yeah,” the omega lowered his gaze, his voice thinning.
“What's your name,” Yoongi finally remembered to ask.
All this time he didn't have a name to put on that pretty face.
“Jimin,” the omega said sweetly, “my name is Jimin.”
“That's a lovely name,” Yoongi said, feeling awkward, “I'm Yoongi.”
“I know,” Jimin snorted.
How do you speak to someone that keeps you awake at night, whose scent is making you feel hot all over?
There was a pregnant silence, that for some reason didn't feel uncomfortable.
“It's yours,” Jimin then filled in the quiet.
“I would assume that it is,” Yoongi’s corners of his lips curled up.
There was a smile that fought to come out of him. A smile that his alpha was forcing.
He was going to be a father. His alpha was more than delighted, wiggling his tail and all.
Himself?
He was still confused and still processing all of it.
“I just wanted to tell you,” Jimin straightened himself up, “how much you want to be a part of it, it's up to you,” he nodded, “I will not force you to do anything, I can handle it.”
“I want…-” Yoongi started speaking, but his thoughts screamed at him.
He felt as if two choices were in front of him. When there should be only one.
He hated what Jimin said. He hated how awkward everything was.
Their bodies were one at one point months ago. Why were they acting like strangers?
Because they were.
“Your scent turned sour,” Jimin pointed out, “is that your answer?”
The rose peach scent then as if lost that rose note and only the peach part remained.
“No,” Yoongi’s voice was strong, “that's not it.”
“Then what is it?” Jimin's eyes rounded.
“I don't understand this,” Yoongi said quietly, gesturing hesitantly between them.
“Which part?” Jimin got closer naturally, so he can hear the alpha better.
“Why is it so strange between us?” Yoongi waved with his hands again.
“It's because we are strangers,” Jimin said simply.
“But it wasn't like this,” Yoongi spoke quietly, “maybe it was in my head,” he mumble.
“It wasn't,” Jimin was quick to say, coming even closer to the other.
“It wasn't?” Yoongi's eyes rounded.
"I felt it too,” Jimin was now right in front of Yoongi, his scent getting louder.
“Can I scent you?” Yoongi said despite himself, making both of them surprised.
There was a small pause, the omega hesitation, making the alpha nervous.
“Yes,” Jimin finally whispered, craning his neck, making room for the alpha.
Yoongi was immediately on the omega's neck, nosing it at first, and then getting bolder and licking all over the scene gland, making the omega mewl out.
The omega's peach rose scent invaded his nose, his delicate soft skin felt soft on his lips, his beautiful frame felt too precious in his hands.
He loved it.
To have his senses surrounded by the omega.
He wondered if the omega felt as content as he was feeling.
Unfortunately there was a knock on the door.
“We need to go Yoongi,” his manager's voice was heard from the other side of the door.
“In a moment,” Yoongi barely managed to tear himself from the omega's inviting neck.
Yoongi quickly glanced at Jimin who looked disheveled and as if he had been barely standing.
Then the alpha hurried to rummage through the desk that was on the side, pulling a piece of paper on which he started writing something.
“This is my number,” he gave the paper to Jimin, "please text me.”
“Okay,” Jimin took the paper and tucked it in his jeans.
“See you,” Yoongi kissed the other template, “promise me?”
“I promise,” Jimin answered, his eyebrows furrowed.
“I wouldn't go if I didn't have to,” Yoongi said, his voice apologetic.
“Of course,” Jimin waved him off, “go.”
Yoongi took a final look at the omega and left the room before his manager could question him.
And that might have been the most idiotic thing that Yoongi had done, as he would come to learn pretty quickly.