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Seokjin leaned against the bar and scanned the dance floor.
The night was slowly winding down. The club was less packed than it had been when they arrived a few hours ago, but people were still enjoying themselves just as much. Some of them more than the others, judging by their drunken state. Seokjin had swapped drinks for water two rounds ago, because even though he knew how to handle alcohol, he didn't want to risk waking up the next morning with a hangover. There were better ways to spend a Saturday morning than hanging over the toilet, moaning from a throbbing headache.
Most of his friends had already bid their goodbyes and gone their separate ways. Namjoon and Hoseok had dragged a giggling, rosy-cheeked Jungkook out an hour ago, when the poor bunny was trying to hump both of his alphas at their table. Seokjin was pretty sure his omega friend would end up sore and satisfied tomorrow. Namjoon and Hoseok would never turn down fucking with their sweet omega mate.
Yoongi and Jimin said goodbye even earlier. They both had fun, drank many colorful non-alcoholic drinks, and danced their hearts out, but they had two sweet 3-year-old pups waiting for them home with Yoongi's sister. Of course, Yoonji didn't mind taking care of them even all night, but the couple would never allow that. It was still a miracle they were convinced to go to a club with the rest of them.
And then there was one more person from their friend group who still stayed at the club.
Taehyung swayed on the dance floor, squished between a man standing and rocking his hips sideways behind him and a woman brushing against his front. Both of them were bold and obvious in their actions, and Taehyung was having fun teasing them with his dance. Seokjin watched the entire situation from a safe distance, curious to see what would happen next. Surprisingly, the moment his and Taehyung's eyes locked in, the alpha excused himself and left the dance floor immediately.
“Hyung,” Taehyung was a bit out of breath and definitely aroused, though his scent was still muffled by the scent blocker he’d put on before leaving. But after spending almost the entire night dancing, drinking, and meeting new people, the blocker was slowly wearing off, and Seokjin was able to catch the sweet scent of honey and oranges. “I thought you left with that beta.”
“Well, I'm still here, as you can see,” Seokjin replied with a shrug. He coyly cocked his head to the side and looked at Taehyung. His make up was a little bit smudged, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned and his hair was matted from dancing. But even like this, he was the most beautiful person in that club. “What about you?”
Taehyung glanced back at the couple swaying to the music playing in the club. The DJ seamlessly transitioned from upbeat music to a slower, more sensual one, allowing them to breathe and snuggle up. “They want me as their third tonight.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Seokjin snickered and took another sip of his water.
“Why didn't you leave?” Taehyung asked and looked at Seokjin.
“I didn't feel like it. The guy was nice, bought me a few drinks, knew how to kiss, but I wasn't in the mood.”
“You seem to have been out of the game for a while.”
Well, Taehyung wasn't wrong. It's been a while since Seokjin's last hookup. If he wanted to, he could probably find someone to warm his bed in a matter of minutes, but it didn't seem as appealing as it once was.
“Does it bother you?”
Taehyung's tiger ears, hidden in his storm of black curls, twitched at the question. Usually, hybrids had no problem hiding their animal features. His own wolf ears didn't make an appearance for the entire night, after years of presenting he mastered hiding them. But it was harder to do it the closer someone was to their cycle, and Taehyung's rut was only a week away.
“No. You can fuck whoever and whenever you want, hyung. It's none of my business.”
Seokjin hummed and brought the glass to his lips again, draining its contents. He didn't miss the way Taehyung studied his moistened lips, and how he gulped and straightened when he was caught staring. Seokjin's plump lips stretched into a smirk.
“So? Are you going to join them?” Seokjin said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “They seemed really interested in having you tonight.”
“I… No, I don't think so,” Taehyung replied, a sigh leaving his lips. “They were fun, but uhm, I guess I don't want to confuse my alpha so close to the rut.”
“They will be very disappointed.”
“And would you be?”
Seokjin's heart pounded in his chest.
It was a tricky question. It was part of their little dangerous game that they played sometimes. Mostly in settings like this, when both of them were tipsy, hearts were more sincere, but their scents were hiding their true intentions. None of them crossed the line, but they were so close . Seokjin could tell by the way Taehyung's intense gaze was screwing him up inside, he expected this answer as if his whole life depended on it.
“Of course I would. Who wouldn't be, missing out on a chance to spend the night with you, Tae-yah?”
Taehyung looked at him with a blank expression for a moment before huffing with a chuckle. “You're such a flirt.”
“And you like it,” Seokjin teased, the alcohol still flowing through his veins making him bolder than usual. “Do you want to stay a little bit longer?”
“No,” Taehyung denied without a moment's hesitation. “Let's go home.”
Seokjin set his empty glass on the bar and nodded to the bartender in thanks. Immediately after, he extended his hand to Taehyung, who took it, intertwining their fingers. Without looking at the dance floor, they both headed out of the club and exhaled as the air outside hit them. The night was a little chilly, but not unpleasant. Taehyung took his phone out to call them a taxi.
“He'll be here in 7 minutes,” Taehyung stated and took a step closer towards him. He put his head on Seokjin's shoulder, and for a longer moment, none of them spoke, but eventually, Taehyung broke the silence first. “Hyung?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
Seokjin knew he didn't mean it like that , but the wolf inside him almost howled. His feelings towards Taehyung had been twisted and complicated, but he was too tired to think about them right now. Pretending they didn't exist was much easier than completely giving in and accepting them.
“Of course. Do you need cuddles, kitten?”
Taehyung giggled. The nickname never bothered him, and it made Seokjin happy that he liked it. It seemed silly to call a tiger hybrid a kitty, but Taehyung often resembled a cute kitten more than the dangerous predator.
“You love my cuddles, Seokjin-ah.”
Seokjin squeezed his hand tighter. “I do. You're always warm and soft, so what's not to love?”
A sweet and pleased note of honey and oranges hit him. It was barely noticeable, but Seokjin could catch it, and bathe in it. He loved Taehyung's scent, and how well it matched with Seokjin's mix of sandalwood and vanilla.
Their taxi arrived as scheduled, and they pulled apart to get into the car. Seokjin felt a yearning for Taehyung's closeness and almost whined at the loss. But luckily for him, Taehyung must have felt the same way, because as soon as they took their seats in the backseat, he reached out for Seokjin's hand again, and he didn't let go until they arrived.
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Seokjin removed his glasses and rubbed his face with his hand. It wasn't even 9 o'clock, and he already felt the weariness slowly sinking into his body. The Monday morning greeted him with documents related to another difficult case.
On Friday, he spent over an hour in his office talking to a tearful female beta who was ready to beg for help divorcing her abusive husband. Cases like these always took up the most energy, but that was also why he decided to become a family lawyer—to help people like his new client. The documents she provided him made his blood boil—photos of her bruised body, screenshots of conversations, statements from their joint account. There was so much evidence of the alpha's abuse that Seokjin's head was spinning.
In moments like these, he wasn't surprised by the sheer number of stereotypes circulating about other members of his subgender. For centuries, Alphas had been portrayed as strong leaders, occupying top positions in their workplaces and being the head of the family in their homes. But so many of them failed in this role, and the very fact of being an alpha was so offensive to them that they repeatedly abused their power against other family members, especially their partners.
When Seokjin was presented as an alpha at the tender age of 14, he promised himself he wouldn't be like everyone else. His family took care of that, raising him to defy all harmful stereotypes. There were still things he needed to work on, stemming from the nature of being not only an alpha but also a wolf hybrid. Despite this, he persevered and was proud of who he was. He grew into a decent man, and he hoped that one day this would bring him happiness not only in his profession and with friends, but also in love.
A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.
“Come in.”
The familiar scent of honey and orange wafted through the air. Seokjin's head snapped, and the papers in front of him lost their importance as Taehyung entered the room. He looked exhausted from his night shift at the hospital, yet his lips stretched into a soft smile at the sight of Seokjin.
“Good morning,” Taehyung greeted, placing a paper bag with the logo of a nearby cafe on his desk. “Want to eat breakfast with me?”
“Good morning, Tae.” Seokjin stood up from his desk and walked over to greet him with a hug. Taehyung wrapped his arms around his waist and clinged to his body. “Are you okay?”
“'M just tired,” he mumbled against Seokjin's neck, and nuzzled his nose against wolf's scent gland. Seokjin stroked his hair, massaging his scalp with gentle motions, which earned him a low purr from Taehyung. “Thank you, hyung.”
“Why are you here? You should have been resting. You were at work all night! And your pre-rut starts soon!”
“I know, but you mentioned that you had another difficult case, and you always forget about eating when you're busy. So I wanted to surprise you.”
As if on cue, Seokjin's stomach grumbled with hunger. He wanted to get to the office as soon as possible, so he had a cup of coffee for breakfast, which he also forgot about after just two sips.
“Oh.”
Taehyung pulled back a bit to look at him. “Can we eat now? Or are you going to keep complaining?”
“We can eat,” Seokjin said and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for being so sweet and taking care of me. What would I do without you?”
“You probably would have died a sad and tragic death in your first year of law school,” Taehyung joked, but Seokjin didn’t miss how his face turned pink after getting that small peck from him.
“Hmm, you're probably right.”
They sat down on the sofa in the corner of Seokjin's office and laid out everything Taehyung had bought. And there was plenty of it: sandwiches, a few different kinds of pastries, and hotteok with both sweet and savory fillings. Seokjin's eyes widened at the sight, not expecting Taehyung to have bought half the cafe's selection for their breakfast.
But then he took a glance at Taehyung and his sheepish face, and he melted on the spot. Of course, the closer he got to his rut, the hungrier he became. Especially after working so hard all night during his shift at the hospital.
“Come on, eat,” Seokjin encouraged him and reached for one of the sandwiches, unwrapping it in a second and beginning to devour it. Only after the first bite did he realize how hungry he was and how foolish it was to leave the house without eating anything.
Taehyung picked up another sandwich, clearly encouraged by Seokjin's enthusiastic response. The first bite was hesitant, but within a minute, a purr of satisfaction escaped his lips. Taehyung moaned around another bite, his ears perking up, and the scent became sweeter than before. Seokjin tried not to be affected by his sounds and pheromones by focusing on his food.
“God, this is so good,” Taehyung said happily, before taking the last bite of his sandwich. Then he reached out for hotteok, not even having to wait for anyone to encourage him. He must have felt Seokjin's eyes on him, because right after the hotteok disappeared from his hands, he looked at him with the biggest pout Seokjin had ever seen. “What?”
“Nothing,” Seokjin replied, endeared and amused by Taehyung's behavior. His gaze involuntarily moved to his friend's pink lips, and he noticed the chocolate in the corner. Without thinking, he wiped it off with his thumb, laughing as he did so. “Ah, you're so messy, pup.”
“You don't like it messy, hyung?” Taehyung asked. The question was innocent, but coming from his lips, it sounded like a provocation. It was hard to ignore the ambiguity in it. And it was even harder not to notice how close they were. All Seokjin had to do was lean a little bit closer, and he could…
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Seokjin immediately straightened up to gain some distance from Taehyung. He called out, "Come in," and a moment later, Yeonjun, his devoted secretary, entered the room. The young man bowed to them both in greeting and adjusted his glasses before approaching them.
“I'm sorry I'm interrupting, but I just wanted to remind you about your next meeting. I know you tend to be forgetful when you're working on a difficult case, so I thought I would come and give you a heads up,” Yeonjun explained with a smile.
“Ah, right. It's in an hour, right?”
“Two, actually. You asked me to reschedule it, remember?”
“Oh. Right, of course,” Seokjin murmured, a little embarrassed by his own forgetfulness. “Thank you, Yeonjun-ah. As always, you are invaluable.”
“I’m just doing his job, which is taking care of you and your interests, hyung.” Yeonjun winked at him, to which Seokjin chuckled. This, in turn, didn't sit well with Taehyung, who suddenly hissed at Seokjin's assistant, which left both of them baffled. “Uhm, is everything alright, Taehyung-ssi?”
“He's fine, just tired and hungry,” Seokjin excused him, trying to turn the whole situation into a joke. Yeonjun seemed to relax, but Taehyung's scent soured, filling the entire room.
“I'm gonna get back to work then.”
“Thank you again, Yeonjun-ah. I will see you later.”
The assistant nodded and hurried away. Once the door closed behind him, Seokjin immediately turned his full attention to Taehyung, who was munching on another sandwich. His scent went back to his neutral state, but the bitter aroma still lingered in the air.
“What was that, Tae?” Seokjin asked, his voice a little bit too harsh for his liking, but he had never seen this acting this way before.
“He was flirting with you,” Taehyung replied, and sighed heavily. It was so easy to notice when he realized how rude he had been to Yeonjun. “It seemed unprofessional, but I had no right to treat him this way. I'm sorry.”
“I'm not the one you should apologize to.”
“Of course. You're right. I will talk to Yeonjun before leaving. I really don't know what came over me.”
Seokjin wanted to pry and ask what Taehyung really thought that made him act this way. Yeonjun was just being nice to him; even though he was his boss, they had a relaxed and friendly relationship. Seokjin knew him and his fiancé, Soobin, well.
Taehyung had no reason to worry, but Seokjin would be lying if he said his jealousy didn't make his heart beat faster. He knew it was likely his alpha instincts driving him, which were even more heightened with the approaching rut. Because of their close friendship, Taehyung saw Seokjin as his own, so any advances towards him were perceived as a potential threat and a desire to take him away.
It was the only logical explanation. Seokjin didn't want to get his hopes up that Taehyung hissing at other people could mean anything more. He just felt territorial over his best friend, that's all.
“Are you sure you're okay, kitten?” Seokjin said and reached out his hand to grab Taehyung's. “You know you can tell me anything, and I will always listen.”
“I think I just need to go home and get some sleep,” Taehyung sighed and looked at the food they had left. “Do you want me to leave you something for later?”
“No, it's fine. We can pack the rest and you can eat whenever you're hungry. You're off for the rest of the week, right?”
Taehyung nodded. “Yeah, my next shift is next Tuesday. Plenty of time to get through my rut and rest after that.”
Seokjin helped him clean up and pack the remaining food. When they finished, Taehyung stood by the door, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Seokjin approached him and dropped a quick kiss on his forehead.
“Go home, Tae-yah. And call me if anything happens, okay? I'll do some shopping after work and cook us something delicious for dinner.”
“Don't overwork yourself, hyung.”
“I'll try. Don't worry about me.”
Taehyung smiled softly, and Seokjin had to fight his urge to kiss him. Instead he opened his arms, and Taehyung embraced him without hesitation. God, he wished he could spend the whole day holding Taehyung close to him and not have to let him go. But his sweet tiger friend was in a vulnerable state, and he needed to rest immediately.
“See you at home,” Taehyung whispered and pecked Seokjin's cheek before he left.
Seokjin watched the door close behind him and ignored the itching in his hands that begged to pull Taehyung back. He sighed, and with great reluctance, sat back down at his desk to prepare for the upcoming meeting with another client.
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Seokjin met Taehyung when he was in his senior year of his undergrad.
He was in desperate need of getting a new roommate, and Taehyung was even more desperate to have a place to live. Late bloomers were not allowed to live in the dorms - a strict rule, but reasonable one. You needed to have a medical confirmation of having your subgender present for at least 6 months, so you could live in the university dorms. And since Taehyung presented only 3 months before leaving his family home to attend the university in Seoul, he had no other choice but to find a place to live off campus.
“So I have this childhood friend,” Yoongi said to him over drinks. The bastard was leaving him to live with his boyfriend, and although Seokjin loved Jimin, he couldn't help but feel a little bit sad that he had to let Yoongi go. “He's a total sweetheart. He wouldn't even hurt a fly. You have a lot in common and I think you'd get along.
“Where is the catch, Yoongi-yah?” Seokjin asked, sitting on the floor of their living room and drinking his drink while his (ex) roommate was busy packing and pouring him more gin and tonic into Seokjin's glass.
“I'm offended that you even accuse me of something like that...”
Seokjin snorted, downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, and set the glass down on the table (which he would soon lose as well, as Yoongi decided to take it with him).
“Where. Is. The. Catch?”
Yoongi sighed, then stopped throwing things into a box to sit next to Seokjin on the floor. They sat in silence for a long moment—Seokjin waited as his (still, but perhaps not for long) best friend clearly struggled with what he had to say—until finally Yoongi sighed and said, “He presented 3 months ago as an alpha.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Absolutely not! I won't be a nanny to some baby alpha! We don't even know how he'll react to living under the same roof with another alpha! I'm sure there are other late bloomer freshmen he can rent an off-campus apartment with."
“Hyung, please. He's a good kid. We've been friends for a long time, he literally lived next door and was the favorite of all the ahjummas in the neighborhood. He won't cause you any trouble, I promise.”
Seokjin pouted. “You called me hyung. You never do that unless you really want something you care about.”
“I'd feel at ease knowing that he's living with something I know and trust. He's been through shit already because of being a late bloomer. So can you think about it at least?”
Seokjin eventually gave in.
And Taehyung turned out to be exactly as Yoongi described him and even more than that. He quickly attached himself to Seokjin, and he barely left his side during their group outings. Everyone was teasing Seokjin that he got himself a cute baby alpha. He thought that Taehyung would be bothered by it, but quite the opposite.
“I like being your baby alpha,” he admitted once after they came back from the bar. Taehyung was a little bit tipsy, his cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe I just like being yours, hyung.”
Seokjin cooed at him then because Taehyung was adorable. He was looking up to Seokjin and was learning from him how to be a good alpha. Not just from him, but from Yoongi and Hoseok as well, but not to the same extent. As time passed, Taehyung became more confident with himself and his alpha side. And this, in turn, opened a whole new chapter in their friendship.
Before Seokjin knew it, they had become each other's best wingman. At some point, it became an unspoken competition between them—who could bring someone to their apartment on a given night, how many people each of them would fuck in a month, who would be the first to get hit on at a bar. It was a bit immature of them, Seokjin knew it now, but at the time, they both wanted to make the most of this period of being young, hot, and desirable alphas before they were completely swept up in adulthood.
So they spent years hearing each other through walls. The sound of skin slapping against skin, Taehyung's moans, Seokjin's grunts, the whimpers of the people that they were fucking in their respective bedrooms. All of it was ingrained in Seokjin's brain. They have never seen each other fully naked, they have never seen what the other looks like when they reach orgasm, they have never crossed that one line in their friendship.
But Seokjin was always curious how it would be to fuck Taehyung or be fucked by him. Sometimes he was so close to offering himself to spend one of their ruts together. Both of them were single for years, none of their relationships lasted, and everyone knew why. But neither of them dared to say it out loud, no matter how many times their friends teased them about their friendship.
“You both have stable jobs, and you don't need to rent a place together anymore to share expenses,” Jimin pointed out one time when Seokjin was visiting him, Yoongi, and their pups. “You're at the age where people usually settle down, and you're still living like two guys who are glued together and can't live without each other.”
“Why are you telling me this now, Jimin-ah?” Seokjin didn't mean to sound defensive, but the conversation entered the ground that he had been avoiding for a long time. He didn't want to address the elephant in the room. Or rather, the tiger in the room.
“You know why, hyung. You're just afraid of admitting it. But I promise you, your life would be so much easier and things would be less painful if you did,” Jimin said and smiled reassuringly at him. “I love you both so much, I just can't look at you dancing around each other until you're old and gray.”
The worst thing was that Jimin was right. Seokjin was a coward. A coward with painful ruts that he hasn't spent with anyone since his last omega boyfriend, which he had when he was still in law school. The guy was married now, had 3 pups and a beach house in the United States. Meanwhile, Seokjin was still pining over his roommate and friend of over 10 years. And every single time they went out, and he saw Taehyung flirting with anyone, his inner alpha was getting angry at him for standing and looking, instead of doing anything to prevent Taehyung from going home with another stranger.
And what was even worse, Taehyung also hasn't had anyone in a long time. He tried dating a few times, but each attempt ended miserably. And he never looked heartbroken or sad about it. Seokjin always had the feeling that he was weirdly relieved that it didn't work out. He wanted to ask about it so many times, but he feared the answer and the eventual consequences.
“Dancing around each other until we're old doesn't sound so bad, if it means we're still gonna have each other in our lives, don't you think?” Seokjin replied and Jimin sighed heavily.
“You're both hopeless. It's literally like you were made for each other. Funny, isn't it?”
But Seokjin didn't respond, having been rescued by a cry from the nursery. Jimin's arms slumped and he ran as fast as he could to his precious pups. And when he came back with Yunseo in his arms, the conversation about Taehyung was long forgotten.
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Seokjin was slumped on the couch in his office and contemplated all of his life choices. This week has been kicking his butt, and it was only Wednesday afternoon. He loved his job, and he was fucking good at it. Seokjin worked his ass off to be where he was now. But it still didn't mean that he wasn't tired of it sometimes.
Maybe he would be less annoyed if he didn't have to pack his things and sleep over at Hoseok, Namjoon and Jungkook's apartment for the next few days. It was a rule he and Taehyung had made a long time ago: whenever one of them had a rut, the other one was supposed to find himself another place to stay. Taehyung's pre-rut was supposed to happen today, and it never lasted for more than a day, and tomorrow his rut will fully hit.
Seokjin was worried about him. Taehyung hasn't been acting like himself ever since he ended his night shift on Monday morning. Hissing at Yeonjun in Seokjin's office was one thing. But he was clingier and needier than usual. When Seokjin told him yesterday that he packed his things and he's going to stay with their friends, Taehyung looked like he was on the verge of tears. But he ignored Seokjin's questions, and asked for extra cuddles while watching a movie instead.
And now he was supposed to live Taehyungless life at least until Sunday. Which was totally fine. Seokjin loved spending time with Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook. Their friend group has been tight and close for many years, and they resembled a big family - something many people were jealous of. So on any other day, he would be excited to stay with his friends.
But fuck, he hated leaving Taehyung alone, especially in such a tough and vulnerable time as rut.
The clock on the wall read a few minutes before 5 PM. Seokjin could have left the office and not had to show up until tomorrow, but he was putting off the inevitable. He should have gathered his things and gone home, been by Taehyung's side and not had to overthink whether he was okay. But, well, reality was completely different, and he had to accept it instead of acting like a rebellious teenager.
He was about to stand up and gather his things when his phone rang. Seokjin reached into his pants pocket, suspecting that Jungkook had called to ask what time he would be there. His sweet omega friend was always extra attentive every time Seokjin stayed at their place. Jungkook knew that he was anxious during Taehyung's cycle and always tried to make him feel better. Namjoon and Hoseok always joked about it and teased Jungkook that maybe he'd like to mate another alpha.
Seokjin looked at his phone and saw with almost horror that it wasn't Jungkook's name that was displayed on the screen, but Taehyung's.
“Hello?” Seokjin tried to calm his nerves, hoping Taehyung only called because he was bored alone in the apartment and wanted to know how his day was.
“Hyung,” Taehyung said and sniffed. “I'm sorry to call, but I just… I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Is everything alright?”
“N-no.”
Taehyung's voice was quiet and muffled by his sobs. Seokjin could say he was trying to mask the fact that he was crying, not wanting to worry him, but it backfired. Because now Seokjin was alerted, and his office was reeking with a bitter scent.
"What's wrong, kitten? You can tell your hyung anything, you know that, right?"
“I don't want you to hate me,” Taehyung mumbled through sobs. “Promise me that you won't be angry.”
“I could never be mad at you. It's against my nature, sweetheart,” Seokjin dropped out, and the pet name slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. “Please, tell me what's wrong?”
“It hurts, hyung. It hurts so bad, and I… I don't want to be alone again.” Taehyung was crying now, which made Seokjin's heart break into pieces.
“Is this about your rut?”
“Yes. I… I want to spend it with you.”
Seokjin almost dropped the phone. “What?”
“My alpha needs you. I need you. Please come home. Come to me, hyung, please,” Taehyung begged, his sobs louder and distraught.
Taehyung needed him. His desperation drove him to call Seokjin for help. And he would be stupid to reject him. Even if, after his rut ended, it turned out to be nothing more to him, Seokjin wasn't about to leave him like this. He would rather die than tell Taehyung "no" when he was literally crying for Seokjin to come to him.
“Alright, Taehyung-ah, I will be there soon. I just need to take care of a few things here, so I can fully focus on you later,” Seokjin said and got up from the couch. “Wait for me, okay?”
“Mhm. Please, hurry.”
The line went dead after that.
Seokjin moved on autopilot. He grabbed his bag from under his desk, turned off his laptop, and put his work phone on the do not disturb button. He glanced around the office twice to make sure he didn't need anything else with him, then left the room. He found Yeonjun packing at his own desk, and the younger man gave him a smile, but something in Seokjin's expression must have indicated he'd stopped what he was doing.
“Is something wrong, hyung?” Yeonjun asked, not hiding his concern.
“Taehyung needs me,” Seokjin replied bluntly and without beating around the bush. “Can you reschedule all of my appointments tomorrow and Friday? I have to take care of him, so I won't be available until the end of the week.”
“Of course, I will do it right away.” Yeonjun sat back down at his desk, and Seokjin watched him for a brief moment. “What are you still doing here, hyung?”
“I just feel bad, maybe I could…”
“No. Just go and focus on Taehyung-ssi, okay? I will take care of everything, and let others know that you will be out of office until Monday.”
“Thank you, Yeonjun-ah. You're the best.”
Seokjin didn't wait a second longer. He briskly walked towards the elevator, which, to his annoyance, seemed to be taking longer than usual. When the doors finally slid open, the alpha pulled out his phone and sent a message to Taehyung.
I'm on my way home.
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Their whole place was reeking with the bitter scent of honey and oranges. Seokjin's entire body tensed in distress. Were Taehyung's routines always this bad? He always seemed chill about them, and Seokjin couldn't recall if he ever complained about them. Hell, the wolf was ridiculously jealous that his own ruts were never like that. Was it possible that Taehyung was lying all this time? Or was it just this one time?
Seokjin left his shoes, jacket, and bag at the by the door and immediately headed for Taehyung's room. However, the moment he entered, he didn't find him there. His bed was a mess, his scent stronger and sour, and clothes were scattered across the floor. His inner wolf was wailing, worry sunk into hm in a split second. Seokjin left the room and headed toward his own bedroom. instead
And there he found Taehyung, lying in the middle of his bed, naked and sweaty, hugging one of Seokjin's pillows and rutting desperately against the mattress.
“Hyung,” Taehyung said, his voice low and quiet, but echoing in Seokjin's head. He sounded so upset and heartbroken, and Seokjin couldn't bear it. “Hyung, you're here.”
Seokjin sat down on the edge the bed and reached his hand into Taehyung's hair, and started stroking and massaging his scalp alternately.
“How are you feeling?” Seokjin asked, and Taehyung gave him a weak smile.
“Better now that you're here,” Taehyung mumbled in response. “Will you stay with me?”
“Only if you want me to.”
Taehyung closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of tears.
“And you don't want that?”
Seokjin felt like someone punched him in his gut.
“That's… that's not what I meant, Taehyung-ah.”
But the damage was already done.
“You don't want me. Of course you don't. Because I'm… I'm alpha and I can't… I will never be the right partner for you, right? I will never give you pups, and people will always judge us whenever we show up somewhere as a couple. And I'm not pretty and soft like omegas or even betas. So I get it. I do. But I still hoped… I thought…”
A sudden wave of anger overcame Seokjin, and before he could even consider what he was doing, he flipped Taehyung onto his back, straddled his lap, and pinned his wrists to the bed.
“Don’t you ever dare talk about yourself like that, do you understand me?” Seokjin growled at him. “Do you really not see how crazy I am about you?”
“You are?” Taehyung’s uncertainty seeped into his voice and the tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. “Then why…”
“For the same reason you never told me how you felt about me. I was scared. So fucking scared of what people will think, of not being enough, of losing you. But deep down I always knew you're the one for me. No omega or beta, but you. It's always been you, Taehyung-ah.”
The confession left Seokjin breathless. He ripped his heart open and made Taehyung look right into it. There were no longer any secrets that could divide them. Taehyung was lying underneath him, staring at him with big, brown eyes, and his gaze was so soft and tender that Seokjin didn't know how to handle it. How to deal with this vulnerability, with loving him so much that his alpha was dying every single time he saw Taehyung kissing or taking home someone other than him.
“Baby,” Taehyung whispered with so much tenderness in his voice, that Seokjin melted on the spot. “We don't have to be scared anymore, do we? Your heart and mine are the same.”
Seokjin loosened his hold on Taehyung's wrists to move his hand higher, and their fingers intertwined gently, but surely. He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against Taehyung's, teasing him and reveling in how his scent turned into the sweetest aroma Seokjin had ever encountered. His own scent spiked when he realized he had his precious tiger lying completely naked beneath him, his private parts covered only by the blanket.
“You're everything I want, sweetheart,” Seokjin murmured and kissed the corner of Taehyung's mouth. "Can you feel it? Can you feel how much I want you?"
"Y-yes…Hyung…Please. Kiss me?"
“With pleasure.”
The first touch of their lips was delicate, but both of them were hungry for more. A kiss that started with a feather-like brush turned into a desperate need of devouring each other. Seokjin slipped his tongue into his mouth with ease, and he couldn't help but move his hips against Taehyung's hardness. The moan he let out was delicious and obscene, and Seokjin repeated the motion to hear it again.
“I dreamed about this so many times. I wanted you in my bed, writhing in pleasure, moaning for me and coming every time I knot you,” Seokjin breathed, and bit Taehyung's lower lip. "I heard you with other people through the wall, and I was imagining myself in their place. You're a big boy now, so I'm sure you know what to do with it, hm? Have you ever fucked another alpha?"
“N-no. Never. You're the only alpha I ever wanted,” Taehyung confessed, and pathetically tried to rut his cock against Seokjin's but to no avail. “Don't be mean.”
“I just like to tease you.”
“Then stop and just fuck me already.”
Seokjin nuzzled his cheek in a playful move, and then brushed his lips against Taehyung's nose. “Is that what my baby alpha wants? I thought you'd prefer to do the fucking.”
“We're going to have three whole days for that,” Taehyung argued. “Have you ever been with an alpha?”
“Yeah, once.”
Taehyung's body went rigid so fast that Seokjin didn't even have time to blink. “With who?”
“Relax, you brat. I fooled around with Hoseok one time,” Seokjin chuckled and kissed the pout that was forming on Taehyung's lips. “It was years ago. I didn't even know you back then.”
“But none of you ever mentioned it,” Taehyung said, clearly upset by the revelation.
“Because we were horny and it was convenient. And maybe we were a little bit curious.” Seokjin dropped another kiss on his forehead this time. After that, he lowered his gaze and looked Taehyung straight in the eye, so he could see and understand the feelings he had for him. “But with you it's different. Let me show you?”
Taehyung gulped and nodded. He was nervous, and Seokjin's hands were trembling as well, but he had to take care of Taehyung and prove to him how much he meant his words. Seokjin got up from the bed and stripped himself, adding the clothes to the pile that was already on the floor.
“What were you doing with all of those clothes, Taehyung-ah?” Seokjin asked, not trying to hide his curiosity.
“It's stupid,” Taehyung mumbled and covered his face with a pillow, but Seokjin grabbed it quickly. “Okay, okay! Jimin told me once that whenever he was in pre-heat, and Yoongi was busy, he would use his clothes for comfort. I know that alphas don't need nests, but I just… I missed you, so I pulled out every piece of clothing I'd ever owned from you from my closet. But most of them no longer had your scent, so I came to your bedroom. And obviously, your scent here was even stronger, and it made me miss you even more, so- oh !”
Seokjin returned to the bed (almost tripping over his own pants) and pressed a kiss to Taehyung's lips to stop his rambling. God, he was gone for that man. He would define the biology, so they could have pups together. And if he fails, then they will adopt them, and then they will get a dog or even two, and then he will buy them a beach house in some stupidly fancy neighborhood on another side of the world. Or maybe they will get a pretty, and a little bit vintage apartment in the center of Paris, so Taehyung could spend every morning on the balcony and looking at the Eiffel Tower.
But that was the future, and Seokjin wanted to focus on their present for now.
“Let me grab a lube, so I can open you up.”
“Mhm, okay.”
Seokjin pulled the bottle from the nightstand drawer and returned to the bed. He glared at the blanket that was still covering his precious tiger. Luckily,Taehyung get a hint and grabbed the fabric by himself, and throw it away, revealing himself in all his glory. Seokjin eyed his body shamelessly, unable to resist. Even the vivid embarrasment painted on Taehyung's face couldn't stop him.
“Gorgeous,” Seokjin murmured, then moved closer so he could kiss Taehyung properly. Every touch of their kiss was intoxicating, and he cursed every day he wanted to do it and didn't, afraid of how it might affect their friendship. “On your hands and knees, sweetheart. And tell me, have you ever played with yourself?”
"Sometimes. I have toys that I like to use. But fingers always felt weird and left me unsatisfied," Taehyung explained, and then positioned himself according to Seokjin's instructions. He looked back over his shoulder, watching as he uncupied the bottle and squeezed some of the lotion of his hand. Seokjin warmed up his fingers for a few seconds before he pressed one of them against Taehyung's hole. “Oh god, hyung, it feels... Uhm.”
“I will be gentle,” Seokjin said and kissed Taehyung's left buttcheek. He nudged the finger deeper, and dragged it back and forth. “Fuck, you're so tight. I don't think it will fit.”
“It fucking will.”
Taehyung's dedication to take Seokjin's cock was truly admirable. “Are you sure about that?”
“Just, fuck, give me another finger. Come on, hyung, don't be a pussy,” Taehyung grunted between his teeth.
“Fucking brat,” Seokjin chuckled and surprised Taehyung by spanking his ass. He yelped, which made Seokjin laugh again. Then he grabbed the bottle of lube and pour a little bit more of it directly on Taehyung's hole, making him squirm.
“You asked me the other day if I like it messy. And I do - I like it messy and wet.” That said, Seokjin pressed two fingers inside of Taehyung. The whine that left his precious baby alpha lips was loud and broken, exactly like Seokjin wanted him to be. “Just like that, little one. You're doing so good."
Seokjin scissored his fingers, trying to make Taehyung's hole loosen up for him. Taehyung was begging for more, but Seokjin was deaf to his pleadings. He was waiting years to play with him, and that's exactly what Seokjin planned to do. Tear him apart, ruin him completely for anyone else, and fuck him so hard he will be sore days after his rut was over.
With three digits in, Seokjin managed to find Taehyung's prostate. He didn't even hesitate to use this knowledge for his own twisted pleasure. He could tell that Taehyung was barely holding on, already so close to reaching his orgasm, but was trying to show off his skills and not to come just yet. But Seokjin was older and more experienced, and he knew exactly what to do to make him lose his mind.
So when Taehyung least expected it, Seokjin leaned in and swiped his tongue against his hole while his slicked fingers were still inside and pressed against the prostate. The reaction was immediate, with Taehyung moaning Seokjin's name.
“What the… fuck, hyung, please.”
"Please what? You need to be a little bit more precise."
“Don't stop. Fuck, I'm so… so close. God, do it again.”
Seokjin smirked and buried his face between Taehyung's cheeks, devouring him as if he was the most exquisite meal he had ever had on his tongue. He used a lot of his saliva, splitting on Taehyung's hole and licking it off of him a second later. Seokjin was thrusting into his hole with fingers, biting and kissing his butt and thighs, leaving red and purple marks all over his skin. Taehyung was close, but he didn't let himself come until Seokjin decided to touch his neglected cock. Seokjin stroked him fast and rough, his tongue lapping at Taehyung's puckered hole.
“Hyung, I'm gonna-”
He whimpered in a failed attempted of warning Seokjin before he came, making his hand sticky with cum.
“Messy pup,” Seokjin said, and ran his tongue over his butthole one last time before pulling away. He wiped his hand on the sheets before slapping Taehyung's thigh. “Lower yourself a little for me. Oh, just like that. Good boy. You can grab one of the pillows and put it under your head. Mhm, exactly like this.”
Taehyung obeyed all his commands without any fuss. Seokjin took the lube, and spilled it on his own cock. He pumped himself for a good minute while looking at the perky butt he had right in front of him. Every inch of Taehyung's body was perfect, from long legs, plump ass, to his beautiful face. He loved every part of him, and Seokjin wanted to worship him, so Taehyung would have no doubts about his feelings.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, put it in me, please, ple-ahh.”
Seokjin pressed in slowly into Taehyung, letting him adjust to having his cock inside of him. Taehyung whined at the sensation, clutching around Seokjin's length. He eased himself gently, doing everything he could not to hurt him and making it as pleasurable as possible.
“You're doing so good for me, sweetheart,” Seokjin praised him while pushing his cock deeper. “Mhm, you're so warm and tight around me. Perfect little alpha, you will take your hyung's knot later, hm?”
“Y-yes, yes, fuck, I will take everything,” Taehyung assured him and gasped when Seokjin shoved into him a little bit harder than he intended. “God, you're so big. How is it possible?”
“You talk as if your cock wasn’t thicker than mine,” Seokjin said with amusement, and finally buried himself in to the hilt.
Taehyung uttered a lewd moan, and Seokjin was fighting for his life not to come on the spot. Their scents were smelling with the mix of arousal and sweetness, making both of them dizzy and intoxicated by it. An uncontrollable growl escaped his lips as Taehyung moved his hips slightly, acting like an impatient brat that he was. His chest pressed against the bed, the head resting sideways on a pillow, so Seokjin still had a clear view of his mouth opening to emit small, low whimpers. With his ass in the air, and Seokjin's cock pushed inside him, they were the most erotic sight possible.
“Baby,” Taehyung called and grunted, when Seokjin gripped his waist, digging his nails into Taehyung's caramel skin. “Fuck me, please.”
“Easy, tiger,” Seokjin said and spanked his ass, leaving a pink mark on his skin.
“I'm ready, I swear, just fuck me with your stupid, fat cock.”
Seokjin tsked and rolled his hips in a painfully slow move. Every plea that emanated from Taehyung was music to his ears. His thrusts were unhurried, letting both of them adjust. But once he found the right rhythm, nothing could stop him from pounding into Taehyung, deep and hard, making the bed squeak and bang against the wall. The same fucking wall that once separated them. Seokjin had to listen to Taehyung's partners moaning countless times, and now he was the one doing it.
“Just like that, fuck me there, there, hyung, please, ohh, baby,” Taehyung was mumbling, the pillow he was lying on was wet with tears and saliva.
“You like that, hm? You like having my cock deep inside you?” Seokjin asked, his own voice hoarse. “Fuck, I wish I could make you full of my pups.”
“Y-yes, yes, gimme them, breed me, fill me up with your pups,” Taehyung begged, his hole squeezing around Seokjin's cock. “I'd look so good pregnant with your babies. So... so fucking full. I bet you'd enjoy fucking me even after knocking me up, right?”
“Holy shit.”
Taehyung giggled like a maniac at Seokjin's reaction. This vision was absolutely crazy. He could imagine Taehyung with a belly, sitting on Seokjin's lap and cockwarming him. Or with Seokjin playing with his nipples that would be red, swollen and leaking. Just imagining it made Seokjin's inner wolf howl.
A particular obscene whine made Seokjin to come back to reality.
“Are you close, sweetheart?”
Taehyung let out a moan, and climaxed right there and then, with Seokjin slamming into him like a madman. Seokjin slowed down his moves and pulled out of him, then helped Taehyung lie on his back. He spread his legs without hesitation, inviting Seokjin to continue.
“I want you to knot me,” Taehyung demanded, and gave him a weak, tender smile. "Come here, alpha. We're not done."
Seokjin's cock twitched. Taehyung called him alpha. Maybe it shouldn't be such a big deal, but it was for him. Seokjin positioned himself between his spread legs and slid back into him.
“I'm going to make you full of my cum,” Seokjin grunted and grabbed Taehyung's legs, making him fold into half. “You will take my knot again and again.”
“Yes, fuck, yes, Seokjin, I will, I will,” Taehyung chanted and let Seokjin do whatever he wanted to him. He was fucking him fast, deep and rough, and Taehyung squirmed in ecstasy, moaning and begging for more.
“Call me that again.” Seokjin was close, so fucking close. He was abusing Taehyung's sweet spot, the knot forming on his cock with each passing second. “Say it.”
“Alpha. Alpha, please, knot me. I was good for you, I deserve to be knotted, please.”
Seokjin's cock throbbed, and he painted Taehyung's insides white with his cum. His knot locked them together, just as they both wished for. Their bodies were sweaty and sticky, but that didn't stop Seokjin from leaning down and kissing Taehyung.
“My alpha,” Seokjin whispered against his lips with the biggest smile he was able to muster. “Mine, only mine.”
“Yours,” Taehyung said and made their lips clash in a brutal and hungry kiss. An inhumane growl rumbled inside of Seokjin's chest. “Posessive, are we?”
“Very.” Seokjin moved lower and left kisses along Taehyung's neck and bit him gently near his scent gland. “I want to mark you up.”
“Only if I can do the same.”
“Of course. I will show all of my marks at work later, so no one would dare to snatch me off from your hands. Especially Yeonjun.”
Taehyung made them switch positions in one swift move. He was straddling Seokjin's lap with his knot still buried inside, which made them whimper in unison. After a few seconds, Taehyung regained his senses and dug his nails into Seokjin's chest.
“I'm fucking tired of you constantly mentioning other people. You should be thinking about me and only me. Is that clear?”
Seokjin winked at him and squeezed his thighs. “Mhm, that's my baby alpha. Always so jealous and territorial.”
But instead of the usual smile, Taehyung's face crumbled. Shit.
“I've been in love with you since the moment I saw you, hyung,” Taehyung confessed through tears. “I wanted you to be mine from the first day when Yoongi brought me to our first apartment. I was so… so pathetically obsessed with you, I couldn't even look at anyone else for so long.”
“Sweetheart…” Seokjin's voice softened, but he didn't want to interrupt Taehyung now, when he clearly needed to let it all out.
"But I eventually gave up. Well, I tried at least. But years passed, you never committed to anyone long-term, and you still wanted us to live together. And every time I said yes, I rushed to you like... like the alpha baby I always was in your eyes.”
“You truly have no idea how madly in love with you I am, don't you?”
Taehyung shook his head in denial. “I was hopeful that maybe one day you would see me as something more. Every single day, I was close to begging you on my knees to stay, but I didn't. But today… I needed you here.”
“I'm so glad you called.” Seokjin cupped his cheek, and Taehyung leaned in and made their foreheads rest against each other. They stayed like that for a minute, soaking up the moment, Seokjin's pheromones engulfing them to calm Taehyung's down after his outburst. “I know it's not going to be easy, but I want this, Taehyung-ah. I want you. ”
This time, when their lips met, the kiss was sweet and tender. Seokjin caressed Taehyung's body, basking in its warmth and softness. Taehyung purred and pulled away slowly, so he could look at Seokjin.
“I love you, alpha.”
It was Seokjin's turn to cry now. “And I love you, my baby alpha.”
Taehyung giggled, and Seokjin repositioned them again so they could lie on their sides, face to face. They had many things to discuss, but for the next three days, all he cared about was the crazy amount of sex they were about to have and how many times he would be able to tell Taehyung how much he loved him. There would be time to worry about what people would think of the relationship between two alphas later.
Once his knot was gone, Seokjin slowly pulled out of him. Taehyung winced, sore after their rough fucking. He dropped a kiss on his lips, and Seokjin got out of bed and went to the bathroom just to get a wet towel to wipe himself and Taehyung from the cum and sweat. Right after that, Taehyung snuggled up to him, placing a hand on his alpha's chest. Seokjin embraced him and kissed the top of his head. Only then noticed then that Taehyung's long tail made an appearance: one of his hybrid traits that manifested more easily when they were about to slip into the rut.
“I think we should rest, sweetheart,” Seokjin suggested, and hold him tighter. “I think the first wave of your rut will hit you faster than usual.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Taehyung mumbled and wagged his tail before wrapping it around Seokjin's waist. “I can't wait to make you cry on my knock. I will fuck you stupid, hyung.”
“Oh, I don't doubt it, you little pervert.”
Seokjin slapped him lightly on the butt, which made Taehyung giggle.
A few minutes later, both of them fell asleep, cuddled together, tired, sated and the happiest they've ever been.