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That morning, Jimin played the role of the perfect, traditional omega so well that he was nearly in tears from laughing so hard when he realized what was happening, abandoning the container where he’d been so artfully arranging a to-go breakfast in for his boyfriend.
“What’s so funny, love?” Yoongi asked, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist as the omega tried to calm himself down, wiping away the tears that were lingering on his lashes. The alpha pressed his face into Jimin’s long blonde hair, breathing in his scent.
“It’s so stupid, hyung.” Jimin laughed again, spinning around in Yoongi’s hold, wrapping his arms around his hyung’s neck. “I just woke up feeling like my mother’s son.”
Yoongi faked gagged, before leaning in to press a kiss to Jimin’s scent gland, then leveling him with a serious look. “You don’t need to do anything special. I love you exactly the way you always are.”
Jimin knew that to be the truth because after five years, Yoongi never expected him to act like the omega his mother had always expected him to be, up early, dressed in an apron, cooking breakfast and packing food for his alpha to take with him to work.
“And that is one of the many things I love about you, hyung.” Jimin grinned, kissing the tip of Yoongi’s nose.
“What’s something else you love about me?” Yoongi said, fishing for compliments.
“Your massive kno—“ Yoongi swatted as his ass before Jimin could finish the words, unwrapping himself from his boyfriend and walking away with a sigh. Their sweet moment ruined. Jimin did his best not to laugh out loud as he called after him, “Hey! I was going to say your massive… knowledge. I love your big brain, hyung!”
After all these years together, Yoongi knew how much Jimin loved his knot. Whenever he thought about it too much, he could practically hear his omega mother telling him that the only reason his heats had been so infrequent when he was young was because he didn’t have an alpha to take care of him, that the only reason omegas were put on the earth was to take care of their alphas and provide for their alphas.
And how lucky Jimin was to have an alpha now that helped regulate his heats, not that she would know that from anything other than stalking him online because he hadn’t spoken to her in years and he would never subject Yoongi to meeting her.
Jimin hated that she was right though, at least about how having an alpha helped him regulate.
As soon as he presented, Jimin’s heats were inconsistent, and so painful that he was even bedridden during his pre-heats. A healthy omega was supposed to have a heat quarterly but Jimin was having them in rapid succession for a year and a half after he presented. He was out of school so much that he was terrified he’d have a repeat a year of high school.
His mother had taken this as a sign that her omega son was meant to mate early. At seventeen years old, he had been dragged to blind date after blind date while his mother tried to secure a mating for him with men far older than him. Those were the worst months of his life.
Behind the back of his mother, Jimin tried dozens of meds, went on different nutritional plans, and tried every home remedy that he could find on the internet. He always ignored his mother when she told him, point blank, that all he needed was to take a knot and get mated. Then all of his problems would magically disappear.
And then his heats stopped for eight months. Jimin didn’t think too hard about it, just grateful that he could graduate school on time and work towards his goal of getting the fuck out of his parents’ house.
As soon as he was out of their house, he was back to having heats, inconsistent and hard to track and just as painful as they were when he was a teen but at the very least, he wasn’t being dragged to meet alphas as soon as he was lucid anymore.
Doctors didn’t really have any helpful theories or advice. He wasn’t the only omega to experience such a range of symptoms. It was much more common than he realized. Omegas just didn’t talk about it that often but from the forums Jimin had found online, they all agreed on one thing — consistent and regular knotting did help. It might not always help with the pain but it would keep them regular and easier to track.
Seeing it come from someone other than his traditionalist mother made it more bearable to admit that his mother had been right. He had been scared for a long time that maybe she had been right about a lot of things, if she had been right about that. But really, it was a case of the worst person in the world saying something correct for once.
Meeting Yoongi had been a blessing for more reasons to count. The added bonus of being able to actually track his heats was one of them. For the first time in his life, he was able to count on one finger how many early or late heats he’s had since being with Yoongi.
So, his knot was technically something Jimin loved about Yoongi.
“I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon.” Yoongi reminded, as he bends down to adjust his dress shoes in the entryway of their apartment. His overnight bag was packed beside him, including the food that Jimin had made that morning. From his squatting position on the floor, he looked up at Jimin and continued, “I’ve got lunch and—“
“You’ve got lunch and dinner meetings with the managers of the Busan location.” Jimin recounts. “Then you’re free if I wanna spend the whole night on the phone. Hyung, you know I’ll be okay for a day without you right? I’m not a baby.”
“You’re my baby.” Yoongi said, very seriously, as he stands up. The look on his face is very before he broke into a gummy smile.
“Of course, I am.” Jimin replied, stepping closer, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck, pressing kisses to everywhere but his scent gland.
“You know it’s not because I think you can’t be without me, right?” Yoongi muttered, pressing his lips to Jimin’s forehead. “It’s because I don’t want to go a night without you.”
“Sap,” Jimin said, finally pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s neck in just the right spot, scenting him so that Yoongi was covered in Jimin’s jasmine scent and in return, Jimin in Yoongi’s warm cedarwood.
“I love you.” Yoongi brought a hand up to caress Jimin’s cheek, pressing kisses to the other side. Jimin smiled as his boyfriend sweetly pressed kisses to every centimeter of his face.
“Love you too,” Jimin hummed, moving so he could catch his boyfriend’s mouth with his own, sighing into it and letting Yoongi have the sweet kiss he was so clearly after, before stepping forward and pressing his whole body against his boyfriend, changing the angle, ever so slightly so he could snag Yoongi’s bottom lip between his teeth.
“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi groaned, sounding annoyed but not enough to walk away from his boyfriend. “Do not give me a busted lip. I need to look presentable for these hotel managers today.”
Jimin stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. “Fine, hyung.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, kissing Jimin’s pout twice before putting more distance between them, knowing if they messed around too much by the door that Jimin would be dragging him back into the bedroom and Yoongi would miss his train.
“I’ve gotta go,” Yoongi said, picking up his overnight bag and lingering by the door. “I’ll text you when I get to Busan.”
“Go, go,” Jimin shooed him closer to the door.
“Love you!” Yoongi called over his shoulder, finally stepping out of the apartment.
“Love you too,” Jimin said, blowing Yoongi a kiss as the door closed.
Jimin’s gaze dropped to the calendar that was hanging from the back of the door from a magnet of Zoro’s Wanted Poster from One Piece. The calendar was a simple cat of the day one that Yoongi couldn’t resist buying. They used it for important things like appointments, holidays, birthdays and their cycles.
On the upcoming Monday, Jimin had written Pre-Heat in shiny silver marker. 6 days away, and his normal 3 days until his actual heat hit, written in the same shiny marker on Thursday. Yoongi’s rut was coming up too, just not quite lining up with Jimin’s heat.
Jimin frowned at the calendar. Their cycles hadn’t synced up since the first year they were together. It had been too early in their relationship to commit to mating but now that they were ready, their wolves just ignored what was happening right in front of them.
They didn’t have to wait until their cycles synced but Yoongi was a bit traditional in that regard. He didn’t want Jimin to have a bite without him and vice versa. He wanted them to be mated, bonded in the same moments, rather than the new trend of omegas wearing their alpha’s mark without their own in return.
Soon. Yoongi had promised during Jimin’s last heat, a particularly bad one that left Jimin begging to be mated, begging Yoongi’s wolf to see that Jimin was the perfect omega for them. Yoongi had done his best to hold his resolve, watching his omega breaking down in the nest he had built for them.
Jimin hadn’t been able to shake the instinctual need to prove himself worthwhile to Yoongi since that heat. For years, Jimin had shoved his omega’s desires out of the way. He didn’t have any autonomy after he presented, thanks to his mother but he’d be damned if he listened to his omega over something silly like waking up before his alpha to cook him breakfast when he knew damn well that Yoongi was a better cook than him and didn’t even want breakfast bright and early.
The only time he couldn’t ignore it was when he was in pre-heat. The days leading up to his omega fogging up his mind were full of homemade meals, scented laundry and nest making. Jimin let himself fall into that headspace because it made him feel physically better.
But since that night where he broke down on Yoongi, his omega had been restless, begging, creeping into control when Jimin had his guard down.
It wasn’t limited to Yoongi, either. Despite knowing that his omega had chosen Yoongi, through and through, Jimin also found himself going out of his way to take care of the others in his life. He was physically affectionate with his omega friends, spending weekend afternoons pressed into Namjoon and Taehyung for comfort.
For the alphas, he was dividing up all the food he was making in his free time into enough containers to feed them too.
“Jimin-ah, are you courting us?” Seokjin had asked, opening the container to see what Jimin had given him. He leaned closer to Namjoon to show him the penne pasta that Jimin had made far too much of the night before.
Jimin’s eyes widened, looking to the omega sitting next to the alpha, the one who wore his mating mark, realizing the implications of what he’d been doing of the last few weeks.
“I-I, that’s, t-that’s —“ Jimin sputtered, trying to figure out what the fuck he was supposed to say in that situation.
“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon chuckled, reaching across the table to hold the other omega’s hand. “We love you too.”
And that was the end of it. Well… Seokjin still teased him but Jimin was happy to take the teasing, considering that he could’ve ruined his friendship with Namjoon if the other omega was more territorial.
Hoseok didn’t think too much of it because Jimin had been taking care of him alongside his mate, Taehyung for years. It was just their dynamic. Taehyung had never asked Jimin to back off and Hoseok had never read into Jimin’s actions in any way other than genuine friendship.
The worst of all was Jeongguk. Unmated. Unattached. Unbelievably charming Jeongguk. Jimin’s longest friendship. He was just as bad as Seokjin with teasing, but he was also so, so earnest. His big eyes hold so much love and admiration for Jimin that it scared him sometimes.
Despite it all, Jimin could stop himself from wanting to care him the younger alpha.
“You love him.” Yoongi reminded, interrupting Jimin from a long winded rant about how irritating his omega was being, about how every single time he saw Jeongguk, his omega was telling him to fix his hair, straighten his collar, feed him, etc.
He was so scared to talk about it with Yoongi at first but then he reminded himself that it was Yoongi of all people. The last person who would ever judge him for anything.
“Yes, I love him but,” Jimin said, finally getting the courage to ask what he’d been wanting to ask his boyfriend. “Doesn’t that make you jealous? Aren’t you supposed to be like… I don’t know, challenging him for my heart?”
Yoongi laughed, his shoulders shaking a bit. “Jimin-ah, I’m not going to beat my chest and make you pick between me and Jeongguk. If I genuinely felt that way, you would only resent me for it.”
“You’re right.”
“And I don’t feel that way. I also love Jeongguk. It makes me happy to see him cared for.”
Jimin’s mouth formed a small O, as Yoongi shifted closer, pulling Jimin into his lap. The alpha pressed a kiss to Jimin’s scent gland, nosing it gently and making the omega’s skin break out in gooseflesh.
“And I love that it’s my omega who takes such good care of the people he loves.”
Jimin tried not to dwell too much on his actions after the reassurance from his friends that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was important to him, to his omega, that his people weren’t upset with him.
It was pretty typical that Jimin would spend the late morning and afternoon alone so as soon as Yoongi was out of the apartment, the rest of the omega’s morning was pretty standard.
A quick breakfast of overnight oats that Yoongi had prepped for him the night before, because Jimin was rarely awake early enough to make his own breakfast. Obviously, that wasn’t the case that day. It was much more normal for Yoongi to press a quick kiss to his omega’s forehead before he headed out for the day, having to ignore the omega’s whines for more or else he’d be pulled back to bed and both of their days would be derailed completely. Jimin usually slept for another half hour before pulling himself out of bed to find whatever breakfast his boyfriend had left him.
The next step in his routine was showering, doing his skincare and makeup and getting ready for the day as if he was going to leave his house. Which he was definitely not going to do, at least not until mid-afternoon. Jimin worked from home, so it was imperative that he got up every morning and got ready for the day, as if he was going to leave his apartment and be seen. Even if he didn’t put on makeup for the day, he had to put on jeans to stop himself from crawling back into bed and texting Yoongi all day to come home as soon as he had a break in his schedule.
That day, the work day lasted exactly an hour and 36 minutes before he gave up. As an author, Jimin had control over his work days, which was a blessing and a curse. He could do as much or as little as he wanted to do. Thankfully for him, and for his editor, he was a workaholic most days, which meant that logging off early didn’t completely fuck up his schedule.
Jimin expected his omega to be comfortably settled after he spent the morning taking care of Yoongi, but he could feel it pacing, spiking his anxiety. He could barely focus by the time he shut off his computer for the day, sending a voice memo to his editor, letting them know he was off for the day, that unless it was an emergency, he was, for all intents and purposes, out of the office.
His routine was pretty predictable when he was anxious or stressed. The aircon was turned down to a chilly 18 degrees, the large ottoman in their living room that was typically decorated with a drink tray and a vase of flowers was stripped of its decor and shoved back against the couch, turning their sectional into the perfect, deep couch of Jimin’s dreams.
The bane of his existence, aka his jeans, were thrown across the living room, close to the trashcan where they belonged, in Jimin’s opinion, before he rushed back to the bedroom to find whatever shirt Yoongi had slept in the night before. Dressed in his alpha’s shirt, he carried out every single piece of bedding readily available — the duvet, the throw blankets that Yoongi liked to snuggle under when it was too cold, and every single one of the pillows that Yoongi’s scent clung to.
He didn’t even arrange the bedding into anything nice before throwing himself on top of it and breathing in deeply, smelling the mix of scents, focusing less on the jasmine scent that came from Jimin and more on the cedarwood that was heavy in Yoongi’s scent.
On top of the uncomfortable pile of bedding, Jimin closed his eyes, counting as he focused on his breathing, in for five beats, out for five.
When he opened his eyes, his omega had calmed significantly, allowing Jimin to crawl up to couch to arrange everything the way he liked, building walls with pillows and cushioning the gap between the couch and the ottoman with one of Yoongi’s favorite throw blanket.
He was in the middle of an internal debate between checking out the newest season of Love is Blind or watching a movie that had been on his list for months when his doorbell rang.
Maybe it was a package. Maybe it was one of the missionaries that sometimes crept into their apartment complex when the building manager wasn’t paying attention. Jimin just prayed that they wouldn’t ring his bell again and he could go back to his uneventful afternoon.
The familiar buzz of his phone began, from layers under the blanket. Jimin had to move around what was a perfectly good set up, to find his phone stuck between two couch cushions, at least three blankets deep into his makeshift bed.
“Finally!” Jimin cheered.
Incoming Call: Jeonggukie
Jimin accepted the call quickly, worried his dongsaeng would hang up since Jimin didn’t answer it on the first three rings. “Hello?”
“I’m outside. Can I come in?” Jeongguk asked.
Jimin rolled his eyes, humming a yes into the phone before hanging up and leaving his phone on the arm of the couch. He made no move to get up and greet his friend. The alpha had the passcode to their apartment. He could let himself in but he’d been scarred by walking in on Jimin and Yoongi too many times, and Hoseok and Taehyung once too, to just come in freely anymore.
“Jimin hyuuuung,” Jeongguk called from the doorway, dropping the bag of snacks from the convenience store onto the entry table so he could untie his boots.
“Jeongguk-ahhhh,” Jimin called back from somewhere inside the apartment, not appearing in the doorway like he usually did when Jeongguk showed up, unannounced.
Jeongguk’s curiosity was piqued as he stepped into the apartment, expecting to see his hyung busy in the kitchen or in the middle of working. Instead, he found Jimin on the couch-turned bed, with blankets pulled up to his chin, looking grumpy.
“What’s wrong?” Jeongguk asked.
“Thought you were a delivery person. I almost got up from here to open the door for you!” Jimin complained. “You could just let yourself in!”
“The last time I did that, I saw parts of Hoseok that I never thought I’d see!”
“Well, no one is here today, just me.” Jimin murmured, pouting.
“I know.” Jeongguk said, dropping the back of snacks and drinks onto Jimin’s covered lap, before crawling over him and dropping back onto the cushions, making himself comfortable. He was wearing sweats and a baggy t-shirt, perfect for a day of snuggling on his hyung’s couch. “I planned on coming over and convincing you to stop working and hang out with me but you already beat me to it, I see.”
“Didn’t wanna work,” Jimin mumbled, pulling his arms out from under the cocoon of blankets to dig into the bag of snacks.
With anyone else, Jeongguk would’ve seen himself out due to how pouty and whiny Jimin was being but it was Jimin. He knew the older man well enough to know that he didn’t want to be alone in that moment.
And he knew he won when the omega beamed next to him, pulling out his favorite jellies from the bag.
“You can stay.” Jimin said, ripping the packaging open and throwing the sour gecko jelly into his mouth. “But you have to decide what we’re watching.”
Jeongguk just grinned and tucked himself under the blankets next to his hyung, taking the remote from Jimin to find something to watch.
Jeongguk was laughing at what was happening on screen in the comedy movie he picked for him and Jimin to spend the afternoon watching when he felt Jimin’s fingers trailing along the inseam of his sweats, creeping closer and closer to his cock.
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin whined when Jeongguk whipped his head in the direction of his hyung. Jimin had snuggled up to Jeongguk in the first 20 minutes of the movie, after eating all of his jellies, but that wasn’t unusual for Jimin. He had always been physically affectionate, with all of their friends.
What he’d never done was drag his fingers along the length of their cocks in the middle of a movie.
Jeongguk froze, eyes wide, as Jimin’s lips formed a pout. “Is it hot in here?”
“W-what are you doing?” Jeongguk asked, grabbing Jimin’s hand under the blanket, pushing him away.
Jimin whined again, something animalistic in the back of his throat.
Jeongguk inhaled sharply, breathing in his hyung’s scent. He could smell it — the pure scent of heat hanging off of Jimin, something that wasn’t anywhere near him an hour ago. He was ripe, sweet, mouthwatering. “H-hyung, stay where you are.”
Jeongguk scrambled out from under the blankets, throwing up a hand as if that could keep Jimin exactly where he was. His hyung hadn’t listened to him. Jimin was throwing blankets off of his flushed body, crawling on his hands and knees across the couch, trying to follow after Jeongguk.
“Stay,” Jeongguk said, trying to sound even the tiniest bit commanding. Jimin obeyed, sitting back on his legs, in the middle of the ottoman, watching Jeongguk closely, like a predator might watch its prey.
Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek, realizing that Jimin was in nothing but a baggy t-shirt and his brief. Fuck.
“Stay there,” Jeongguk said again, stepping a little closer to grab his phone from where he had tossed it on to the end table, keeping as much distance between him and the omega as he possibly could. “I’m calling Yoongi hyung.”
The sound of his partner’s name had Jimin mewling, stretching across the couch like a cat, ass in the air, cheek nuzzling the blanket in front of him. The scent of sweet slick hit the air, as Jeongguk pressed the call button, pushing himself against the wall, taking small steps to get closer to the door, doing his best to ignore how Jimin was tracking his movements.
“-ello? Yoongi’s voice crackled over the line.
“Hyung, thank god,” Jeongguk sighed, watching as Jimin slipped his hands into the front of his briefs, before averting his eyes. He kept his gaze on the wall beyond the couch, where he was able to see Jimin in his peripheral but not clearly. “Jimin hyung, he —“
“What happened?” Yoongi asked, voice infinitely more alert than it had been when he answered.
“I-I think he’s in heat.” Jeongguk rushed. I think. He rolled his eyes. There was no way in hell that Jimin would be acting the way he was if he wasn’t in heat. Jeongguk dropped his gaze back down to check on how Jimin was doing.
The omega’s eyes were scrunched closed, lips parted, breathing heavily as he humped against the hand in his pants.
Jeongguk looked away, keeping his eyes trained on the door so he could make a quick exit. He knew that Yoongi kept extra slides near the door. They were about the same shoe size. Jeongguk could slip those on and leave quickly. His backpack would have to wait until Yoongi got home. He shouldn’t risk getting too close to Jimin.
“Excuse me,” Yoongi said to someone near him. “Can you let him know I’ll be late? It’s a family emergency.” Jeongguk could hear Yoongi humming, listening to whoever he was speaking to before saying a quick thank you.
“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered into the phone. There was the sound of a few doors closing before Yoongi spoke again to Jeongguk. “Fuck, he has hasn’t been off schedule in years.”
Jeongguk was well aware of all the heat issues Jimin had, having a front row seat to how often the omega was out of school when they were neighbors in Busan. He also knew that it hadn’t been a big issue since Yoongi and Jimin started dating.
Jimin’s heavy breathing was beginning to turn in breathy moans, lewd ones that Jeongguk would have to bleach from his memory if he wanted to look at his hyung normally ever again.
“Hyung, I’ve gotta get out of here. Is there anything you want me to do before I leave?” Jeongguk asked, catching movement from the couch out off the corner of his eye. He looked back over, seeing that Jimin had discarded his shirt and was laying on his back, hand still tucked into the front of his briefs, tugging at his cock. The flush of heat had crawled down the length of his body. The charm that was hanging from his belly button jewelry was shining against the pink skin.
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin moaned, locking eyes with him, “D-don’t go. S-stay with hyung.”
Jeongguk’s face heated instantly. He was so glad Yoongi wasn’t on video call with him. He did not need one of his most beloved and respected hyungs to know that his omega was having such an effect on Jeongguk.
He needed to stay in control, for Yoongi, for Jimin and for himself.
There were some lines that Jeongguk swore to himself that he would never cross and his feelings about Jimin were one of them.
When they were growing up together, Jeongguk never thought anything about his feelings for Jimin. Not even when the older started dating. Jeongguk never thought any of those boys would stick around. There was never a threat. For years, he never unpacked why that was comforting for him.
He’d also kept it close to his chest that Jimin was the reason that he, himself, had presented two full years earlier than what was normal. He’d snuck over to his best friend’s house to drop off snacks during Jimin’s first heat and the scent of Jimin had sent him spiraling into his own presentation.
His alpha mother had just laughed after he came out of the week long rut, talking about how her eldest son was an overachiever, always competing with his friends. No one thought too hard about why Jeongguk had gotten his first rut so early. His blood work came back normal. Nothing to worry about as long as he wasn’t experiencing an excessive amount of ruts or any abnormal pain, basically everything Jimin ended up suffering from.
He later confided in his doctor who told him it was very normal for an early presentation if there was long term exposure to an omega in heat. There was even evidence from early civilizations that used it as a technique to make alphas present early. But none of that explained why Jeongguk had presented after less than 10 minutes of exposure to Jimin’s pheromones.
Jeongguk spent years of scrolling through medical forums about people who experienced the same thing as him and about omegas who suffered the same way Jimin did. He considered going into medicine for a while after spending so much time learning about their bodies to figure out what the hell had happened to him and what was happening to Jimin.
He knew that one of the fastest remedies to what Jimin suffered from was being knotted. So when Jimin stopped complaining about how awful his heats were when he moved to Seoul for uni, Jeongguk knew that there was another alpha in his life.
His alpha fucking hated it. He had to fight the urge to take the train to Seoul to fight someone he didn’t even really know existed. He had no name, no face, nothing, and yet his alpha had woken him up several nights, howling as if his mate had been stolen away from him.
Logically, Jeongguk knew that there was nothing tying Jimin to Jeongguk, other than their lifelong friendship. Jeongguk had no claim to Jimin. He was his own person and could be knotted by whoever he wanted. Just because Jimin triggered Jeongguk’s alpha doesn’t mean that Jimin owed him anything.
So, Jeongguk stayed in Busan for uni, away from Jimin. No matter how often the omega begged him to change his mind and move to the city, he had to stay firm in his decision.
The only time he’d nearly cracked was when Jimin called him crying over it. Jimin admitted that he was scared of never seeing Jeongguk again. They both knew that Jimin would never step foot in Busan again, not while his omega mother was still alive. He’d escaped that household and he wasn’t going to risk the peace he’d found in Seoul just to see Jeongguk and Jeongguk would never ask him to.
But Jeongguk still needed time to figure out what was going on inside of him. Was he actually in love with Jimin or was his alpha obsessed with Jimin’s omega because it triggered his presentation? Was it real love built on years of friendship or was it infatuation from close proximity?
It took years for Jeongguk and his therapist to suss out that what Jeongguk felt for Jimin was real love. They’d ultimately worked out that it was love but Jeongguk was a person not bound by desire or the nature of his alpha. If he wanted to pursue his omega hyung, he would make that decision, logically with his head, not with his knot.
By the time he finally moved to Seoul, he was too late.
Jeongguk met Yoongi at a housewarming party for Hoseok and Taehyung, right before they got mated. The soon-to-be-mates had been so nice to Jeongguk, letting Jimin bring him into the group so seamlessly, inviting him to everything they went to and every little party they held. It was a shock to everyone that it had taken Jeongguk that long to actually meet Yoongi, months after moving to the city.
He wanted to hate Yoongi. He expected to hate Yoongi because that’s what he was supposed to do, right. It was logical to hate the person who was taking away the love of your life, that was blocking you from spending the rest of your life with them.
Except he didn’t.
What Jeongguk felt when he met Yoongi was mostly shock.
He could still remember exactly how Yoongi looked, so much different from how he carried himself now, with shocking white blonde hair that hung in his eyes, a black hoodie and skinny jeans with rips at the knees. The earrings that swung from his ears were dangly, not unlike the ones that Jimin liked to wear. If Jeongguk hadn’t known better, he may have mistaken the man for an omega.
The other alpha was short, standing eye to eye with Jimin. Jeongguk was already centimeters taller than his hyung at that point. He was wider than Jimin, with broader shoulders and bigger hands. His voice was gravely and quiet. The one thing that gave him away was the way he smelled. A deep cedarwood scent that complimented Jimin’s jasmine so well.
Jeongguk had all but given up on whatever feelings he had for Jimin. After spending time with the couple, he knew that Yoongi was it for Jimin. He could tell by the way the omega looked at him and by the way the alpha cared for his hyung.
So, he couldn’t stay in that apartment. Not with his hyung coming apart at the seams.
“Jeonggukie,” Jeongguk’s alpha preened at the way Jimin whimpered his name. His hyung reached for him from the couch, free hand stretched in his direction while the other was moving further down his briefs than before
Jeongguk was rooted to the ground, trying his hardest to not watched as his hyung shifted so he could comfortably slip a finger into his leaking hole. Jeongguk couldn’t see anything from his position against the wall but he could smell it.
He’d helped a few omegas through their heats in the past but he’d never seen anyone slip into it so quickly. Jimin was laughing and talking less than an hour ago with no symptoms and now, he was asking an alpha that wasn’t his boyfriend to stay with him.
“Jeongguk-ah, put me on speaker.” Yoongi’s voice was rough on the other side of the phone, knocking Jeongguk out of his deer in headlights behavior. Jeongguk nodded, even though Yoongi couldn’t see him, clicking the speaker button, just in time for Yoongi to hear another whimper from Jimin.
Jeongguk cleared his throat awkwardly, afraid to speak after Jimin asked him to stay, but doing it anyway. “Go ahead, hyung.”
“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi’s voice spoke over the sound of fingers pressing into slick that was coming from the couch. The omega paused, a loud whine ripped out of the his throat.
“Hyung,” Jimin called, pulling his slick covered hand from his pants, rolling onto his stomach and crawling toward the phone.
“Hyung, stay where you are.” Jeongguk’s voice cracked, ruining any attempt at sounding commanding.
Jimin didn’t listen. He crawled from the couch, toward Jeongguk and the phone. “H-hyung,”
“Jimin-ah, hyung will be home in a few hours. I’m coming straight home.” Yoongi spoke quickly. “Can you wait for me?”
Jimin sat on his knees so close to Jeongguk’s front that the tops of his knees were pressing against the younger alpha’s toes. He looked like a dream. Jeongguk had avoided looking at him too closely but now that he was still so obediently at his feet, listening to his alpha, Jeongguk felt himself stiffening up in his pants as he took in the sight.
He’d been chubbing up from the start, a reaction from the omega’s scent but he’d been willing his erection down with the power of shame alone. Now, it was impossible to ignore.
Jimin’s face flushed, pupils blown wide, nipples hard. His long blonde hair was damp from sweat, clinging to his bare shoulders. Even with all the self control in the world, Jeongguk wouldn’t be able to stop himself reaction to his hyung like this.
“N-no,” Jimin cried. Jeongguk couldn’t take his eyes off of the omega as Jimin slipped his hand down the back of his briefs, biting his lip as he used his own fingers to fill up his slick hole. He was looking directly at Jeongguk, but speaking to Yoongi. “Hyung, I-I’m so empty. It h-hurts.”
“What do you need right now, baby?” Yoongi asked through the phone.
“K-knot.” Jimin whimpered.
“I’m not there, baby. It’ll be a few hours but I promise to be home tonight. I’ll check out of my hotel as soon as my meeting is done.”
Jimin nodded, slowing the pace of his fingers that were pumping in and out of him. He was finally looking more lucid than he had in a while. That was a good sign. Jeongguk would be able to set his hyung up with a few toys, some snacks, and water before slipping out of his apartment. Jeongguk would have to spend the next 30 years trying to scrub the memory of Jimin’s sweet sounds and scent from his mind, along with the imagine of him sitting so prettily at his feet. He would most certainly have to ignore the hard cock in his sweats. He needed to head straight into a freezing shower and he would not get off to the image of his hyung later. He wouldn’t.
Jeongguk breathed slowly through his mouth, trying not to inhale any more of the slick scented air that was heavy in the apartment. He adjusted the grip on his phone before speaking again. “Okay, hyung, I’ll —“
“Jeonggukie’s here.” Jimin said, eyes dragging along the length of Jeongguk’s form right in front of him.
“I know he is, baby.” Yoongi responded. “He’s the one who called me.”
“Jeonggukie’s an alpha, hyung.” Jimin said, pulling his hand from his pants, scooting forward so his knees were sitting on top of Jeongguk’s sock covered feet. The look in his hyung’s eyes was so heady and seductive that Jeongguk’s cock jumped in his pants.
Jimin wrapped his small hands around Jeongguk’s calves, raising himself up to press himself against Jeongguk.
Jeongguk’s eyes were wide, afraid to take them off of his hyung, in case the older reached up and tugged his sweats down. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, couldn’t believe what his hyung was insinuating to his boyfriend of nearly five years.
“Hm,” Yoongi hummed. “You would have to ask. Jimin-ah, it’s not polite to assume people want to fuck you.”
“Hyung, you’re not here.” Jimin giggled, bringing his face just centimeters from where Jeongguk was tenting his sweats. “You would assume it was okay if you could see Jeonggukie right now.”
Jimin inhaled, deeply, before following up with, “Or if you could smell him.”
“H-hyung, I’m not —“ Jeongguk panicked. He couldn’t back away from Jimin. He was pressed into the wall. Jimin’s hands were trailing up his legs, excruciatingly slow. For someone who was in such a different headspace just moments ago, he was most certainly taking advantage of how coherent he was in that moment, torturing Jeongguk. “I w-wouldn’t ever. Yoongi hyung, you have to b-believe me. I c-couldn’t—“
“You could.” Yoongi interrupted.
Jeongguk squeezed his eyes close so tightly he was seeing colors bursting in the dark. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, what was happening around him. He was going to lose it if they didn’t stop teasing him. He would never be able to look Jimin or Yoongi in the eye ever again if he didn’t get his alpha under control. He was shocked he’d lasted this long but his alpha was raging against his rational thought. There was a willing and pliant omega sitting on his feet, creeping closer and closer to nuzzling his clothed cock and he was trying to run.
Shameful. Pathetic.
“W-what?” Jeongguk asked, needing clarification.
“You could knot him.” Yoongi explained. “He’d like it if you did.”
“B-but hyung, what about you?” Jeongguk asked, trying to press himself against the wall even further. He opened his eyes, vision a bit blurry from how hard he’d squeezed them seconds ago.
Yoongi chuckled, low in the way that made Jeongguk’s cock twitch in front of Jimin’s waiting face, causing the omega to giggle. “What about me? I’m not there.”
“Hyung gets to knot me all the time.” Jimin said, dragging his fingers towards Jeongguk’s waistband. “Now, it’s your turn. Don’t you want to?”
“Fuck,” Jeongguk groaned, dropping his head back into the wall as Jimin’s fingers slipped between the elastic and his waist, tugging gently but not enough to pull them down. “N-no, I can’t. We’re friends.”
“What are friends for, if not to help each other out?” Yoongi’s voice graveling made the phone vibrate as he posed the question.
“Yoongi hyung,” Jeongguk whined.
Jimin’s hands froze. The alpha looked down, seeing the omega eyeing him curiously.
“Oh,” The omega grinned and Jeongguk knew he was in trouble.
“You can fuck him, Jeongguk-ah.” Yoongi assured. “Knot him real nice and keep him plugged up until I get home”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“O-okay,” Jeongguk breathed out. “I’ll do it.”
“Good boy,” Yoongi’s grin through the phone was audible and it was like a gunshot at the beginning of a race, Jimin rushed to tug his sweats and underwear down in one swift movement, nuzzling the warm, hard cock with his nose and cheek before wrapping his lips around it, swirling his tongue.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk groaned, earning a chuckle from Yoongi through the phone.
Jimin pulled back, licking the tip. “Tastes so good, Jeonggukie.”
“Jimin-ah, you’ll be good for Jeongguk-ah, right?” Yoongi asked. The omega couldn’t give a proper response with Jeongguk’s cock in his mouth but the slurping and Jeongguk’s haggard breathing was response enough.
“Jeongguk-ah, keep me updated.” Yoongi requested. “Pictures, videos, whatever you want to send.”
“A-ah,” Jeongguk couldn’t respond in a coherent way as he felt the tip of his cock kiss the back of Jimin’s throat.
Jimin grabbed the phone from the younger’s loose grip, pressing a few buttons while he slowly pulled the length of Jeongguk’s cock out of his mouth. Jeongguk watched as the screen changed, Yoongi appearing on the screen, a much smaller video of Jimin taking Jeongguk back down his throat was in the corner. Jeongguk had to will himself not to cum in his hyung’s mouth from the sight.
Yoongi was dressed in a suit, his short choppy hair was pushed off of his forehead and artfully arranged to look messy in an intentional way. He was wearing his new rimless glasses that Jeongguk had been caught staring at after he wore them for the first time. Jeongguk blushed for nearly 10 minutes after Seokjin asked him why he couldn’t take his eyes off of Yoongi. He lied and said that hyung had food in his teeth.
“I don’t have long, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi said, propping his phone up on the counter of a bathroom. He must have gotten back to his hotel room in the midst of all of this. Thankfully, he was working in his hotel during all of this. The sounds of Yoongi unbuckling his belt were loud in the apartment.
Jimin came off of Jeongguk’s cock with an obscene pop and a giggle, kissing the head before turning away from him. Jeongguk could tell by the look in his eyes that he was going back into that hazy headspace from before, but he was coherent enough to prop Jeongguk’s phone up against the leg of the closest end table, where Yoongi could get a full view of them, Jeongguk’s naked thighs and cock were visible just behind Jimin.
Jeongguk pulled his shirt up and over his head, watching closely as Jimin crawled toward the phone on his hands and knees, lowering his chest to the rug spread across the hardwood floor of their apartment, ass in the air.
Jeongguk was mesmerized, watching the omega pull his briefs down, revealing his perfect round ass and slick hole. He was dripping already, slick running down his thighs as soon as the fabric of his briefs wasn’t there to stop it. Jimin’s small cock hung between his legs, flushed and angry.
“Jeonggukie, fill me up.” Jimin whined, pressing his cheek against the floor and bringing his hands around to spread himself, as if Jeongguk’s attention hadn’t been drawn directly to his puckered hole the second it was visible.
“Hyung, do you have condoms?” Jeongguk asked.
“N-no,” Jimin said, glancing over his shoulder. A bead of slick dripped from his hole, running down his balls, Jeongguk followed it down the length to the floor deciding what the fuck he was supposed to do in that moment. “I want to feel you.”
Jeongguk knew, rationally, that he should not fuck Jimin raw, especially not when he was in heat. The last thing any of them wanted was for Jimin to get pregnant from the guy he was using as a stand in for his real alpha.
“Yoongi hyung, do you have condoms?” Jeongguk asked, praying that his hyung was thinking more rationally than the heat riddled omega in front of him.
“You don’t want to cum inside me?” Jimin whined.
“Jeongguk-ah, why do you want condoms?” Yoongi asked, unzipping his pants and pulling his hard cock free from his underwear.
“C-contraceptives are important and pulling o-out doesn’t always —“
“You’re not pulling out.” Jimin growled. “You promised hyung. You’re going to plug me up.”
Jeongguk’s alpha was ready to rip him apart for not immediately fucking into the omega as soon as he presented but his wolf was thrilled by the way their omega was talking, practically begging to be filled up and pupped.
Their omega.
A growl rolled out of Jeongguk’s throat. His alpha liked the idea of Jimin being bred and swollen with his pups.
Jeongguk just nodded to himself, doing his best to keep his cool as he finally kneeled behind his hyung that he adored and loved his whole life. What was about to happen was going to change everything, for the good or for the bad but he wasn’t the only one who wanted this. He needed to know what it was like to have Jimin this way, even if it was the only time it ever happened.
Jeongguk grabbed his length with one hand, using the other to gather the slick that had run down his hyung’s hands, causing Jimin’s to shudder.
“Jeonggukie,” He whined. “Fill me up.”
He glanced from his hyung’s welcoming hole to the screen where Yoongi was watching, stroking his own cock, biting his lip, looking as equally fucked out as the omega in front of him.
Jeongguk squeezed his cock gently before pressing the head against Jimin’s hot rim, pushing slowly, hoping that Jimin had prepped himself enough. He wasn’t sure that Jimin would let him prep him any more. As soon as the head passed through Jimin’s rim, colors erupted in Jeongguk’s vision again.
“Fuck,” Jimin whined, dropping his hands from his cheeks to push back against the floor, using the leverage to meet the alpha halfway, making him slip in faster. Jeongguk was seeing stars by the time he was fully seated in Jimin’s velvety ass. The omega was so tight, squeezing him from every angle.
If there was a heaven, Jeongguk had just found it inside of his hyung’s ass.
Jeongguk took a moment, gripping Jimin’s hips, watching as he slowly slid in and out of his hyung’s hole, watching the accumulation of slick at the base of his cock, in the trimmed hair he kept there, and the way Jimin’s ass jiggled with every little movement.
He could live there, inside his hyung, forever. How Yoongi ever got up and left this house or did anything without the omega hanging off of his knot, Jeongguk would never understand.
“How does it feel, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asked, tone teasing. “Is it everything you hoped it would be?”
“Y-yes,” Jimin whimpered, slobbery from where his cheek was pressed against the rug. Jeongguk would need to lift him soon so he didn’t get carpet burn there but not yet.
Jeongguk snapped his hips forward, appreciating the way Jimin yelped and Yoongi groaned in response.
“Let hyung hear you,” Yoongi ordered. “You too, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk nodded, running a hand down Jimin’s spine, before wrapping it up in his hair and tugging, lifting his hyung’s face off of the floor so the sounds weren’t muffled.
“Y-Yes,” Jimin breathed, moving with each thrust. His babbling was becoming more and more incoherent as Jeongguk fucked into him. A string of Fuck me’s came from Jimin’s mouth as Jeongguk kept pace.
“Good job, Jeongguk-ah, fucking him so good.” Yoongi praised. “Look how good he takes your cock.”
Jeongguk’s knot started filling in record time with each encouragement from his hyung over the phone. He shouldn’t have been close to knotting Jimin yet. They had just started but Jeongguk couldn’t stop it.
“Jeonggukie’s going to knot me, hyung.” Jimin gasped. “You did that to him.”
Jeongguk’s eyes widened as he looked at the phone. Yoongi had one hand bracing the counter, while he pumped his own cock, licking his lips as he watched his omega’s rim suck in another alpha’s filling knot. “Knot me, please!”
“Fill him with pups.” Yoongi commanded. His eyes dark through the screen. “Fuck him until it sticks. Give us a litter.”
“A-anything for you, hyung.” Jeongguk moaned, unsure of which hyung he was talking to.
Jeongguk’s knot bloomed bigger and he couldn’t stand it any longer. Jimin needed to be stuck to him immediately. Jeongguk gave Jimin one last powerful thrust, pushing his knot passed the omega’s rim.
Jeongguk reached around Jimin’s front, letting the omega thrust into his hand, catching the omega’s cum, as he came inside his hyung.
His gums were starting to ache, wanting to bite someone so he stayed clear of Jimin’s neck, releasing his hyung’s hair gently, lowering him onto the floor where he was breathing heavily but contently.
Jeongguk pressed hot kisses against the moons tattooed on Jimin’s back.
His eyes wandered up to the screen of his phone where Yoongi was breathing just as heavily as them, cum covering his hand.
“Good luck at your meeting, hyung.” Jeongguk huffed a laugh, eyes closing as he rested his cheek against Jimin’s warm back. He was so glad he didn’t need to interact with anyone after that.
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way home.” Yoongi says between breathes. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jeongguk and Jimin spoke at the same time.
Jeongguk’s eyes snapped back open and he opened his mouth to explain but Yoongi beat him to it. “I love you, Jeongguk-ah.”
Then the screen went black.
Jimin whimpered out small moans as Jeongguk did his best to shift them around, so they could lay more comfortably on the rug.
Soft snores came from Jimin as he settled into a knot nap and Jeongguk was left alone with his thoughts.
He couldn’t believe that just happened. That he was currently connected at the cock with the man he’d been in love with for the entirety of his life, at the encouragement of the omega’s alpha. What the fuck.
The sun was coming golden through the window when Jeongguk finally rolled onto his back, his knot down enough that he could slip out of Jimin easily, causing his hyung to whine from being empty. His muscles were sore from being on the floor for so long and he knew his hyung had to be hurting from his heat, and from the uncomfortable spot they’d chosen to fuck an hour ago.
“Jeonggukie,” Jimin moaned, propping his ass back in the air where Jeongguk could see cum and slick dripping out of him. “Come back.”
“Soon, hyung.” Jeongguk murmured, reaching out to collect a bit of loose cum on his thumb, pressing it back in. His hyung’s hole accepting the finger easily. This earned him a content sigh from the omega.
“Thank you.” Jimin murmured.
“Are you in any pain?” Jeongguk asked, sitting up so he could assess his hyung’s condition. Thankfully, they had stuffed themselves full of snacks and drinks before Jimin slipped into his heat. Jimin should be okay to wait until Yoongi was back to eat.
“N-no,” Jimin said, eyes closed, cheek pressed to the rug so his lips looked like a beak. “I’m perfect.”
It was dark by the time Jimin fully woken up from his nap. He remembered being shifted around gently as Jeongguk lifted him off of the floor, pulling him onto what was so clearly a nest, but he hadn’t realized it until he started whining and fucking himself onto his fingers in front of his best friend.
Jeongguk was asleep beside him, completely naked, still covered in slick and cum. His petrichor scent gave away that he was happy, sated.
In the haze of his heat, Jimin remembered how stormy his dongsaeng’s scent had turned, wrestling with what was happening. That upset his omega deeply. Now, he and his omega were so pleased to wake up knowing that knotting him had made their alpha happy.
Jimin crawled over to the alpha, appreciating the muscles and tattoos that were so often hidden behind big baggy black clothes.
Jeongguk had always been pretty, even when they were young but there was something about the way the younger man had come into himself over the last few years that made Jimin’s heart swell with affection.
Jimin swung his leg over Jeongguk’s hips, leaning down to nose at the alpha’s scent gland, his senses erupted with the smell of fresh rain.
“H-hyung,” Jeongguk moaned, hands coming up to grab his waist. A bead of slick slipped out of Jimin’s buff rim as he felt the callouses on his naked skin.
“Yes, baby,” Jimin said, nosing his way up to Jeongguk’s jawline. Jimin paused where Jeongguk’s neck and jaw met, pressing an open mouth kiss there, continuing to the younger’s chin, pressing a kiss on the little mole underneath his lip before pulling away.
Jeongguk’s eyes were open, searching Jimin’s face for something. Jimin couldn’t be sure what, not without asking and Jimin was so scared to ask questions or to speak about anything other than knots and slick.
“Open,” Jimin commanded, bringing a thumb up to press on Jeongguk’s bottom lip. Jeongguk had always been obedient with Jimin, unless he was acting like a brat. In that moment, whatever was on his mind had allowed him to be pliant enough for Jimin to guide his mouth open enough for Jimin to gather the spit in his mouth and let it drop into his best friend’s mouth.
“Shit,” Jeongguk bringing his hands into Jimin’s hair and pulling him down, slamming their mouths together. Jimin moaned, letting the alpha guide their kiss, allowing Jeongguk to bite and suck and take the lead, kissing Jimin exactly the way he liked.
Jeongguk’s cock was hard behind Jimin’s ass, bouncing against his behind with every adjustment.
Jimin’s omega was excited, begging him to sit back down on the alpha’s cock to take another knot. If he kept getting knotted, then he could have a pup and in that moment, the only thing his omega wanted was a pup. The instinctual need to breed was heavy on his mind.
It was like Jeongguk was reading his mind because he slipped a hand out of Jimin’s long hair, grabbing his cock and leading it back to Jimin’s waiting hole.
“Ride me,” Jeongguk growled into Jimin’s mouth.
“Yes, alpha.” Jimin moaned, pressing back on the cock behind him, sinking onto it until he was fully seated. He lifted slowly, sinking down slowly before bouncing up and down faster, stuttering moans coming from his mouth.
“Say that again,” Jeongguk growled.
“What?” Jimin teased, head spinning a bit from the heat. “Alpha,”
Jeongguk fucked back up into him hard, grinding his hips into Jimin. The jewelry on his belly bottom bounced and jingled as Jeongguk dropped his hips back down, Jimin bouncing with him.
Above the alpha’s head, Jeongguk’s phone lit up. A message.
Yoongi hyung.
“Hyung texted,” Jimin said, grabbed the phone. “Tell him I’ve been a good omega, alpha. Tell him I’ve been perfect.”
Jeongguk bit his lip, opening his phone. Jimin knew he was opening the camera because that’s what Yoongi had requested and with the way Yoongi had commanded Jeongguk to pup him, only for his knot to immediately fill, Jimin knew Jeongguk would do anything the other alpha said.
Jimin rode Jeongguk hard, knowing that his alpha would see. He wanted to be good for Jeongguk and for Yoongi. His omega wanted to be good for both of them.
“Look at him, hyung.” Jeongguk said between moans with infinitely more confidence than he had spoken with early. “Look at him being a good boy for us.”
Jeongguk shifted just enough to hit Jimin’s prostate head on. “I-I’m coming!” Jimin whined.
“Come for hyung. Let him see you come on my cock.”
“Yes, alpha, yes.”
Jimin’s vision went black as he came all over Jeongguk’s chest and stomach. He could hear the young alpha chuckle as Jimin slowed considerably, slumping down on Jeongguk’s chest, ignoring the cum that was stuck between them, eyes closing. He made no move to get off of Jeongguk’s still hard cock but he needed a second.
“Be home in 20 minutes.” Yoongi’s voice came through the speaker of the phone, a voice memo. Jimin’s eyes whipped open and he was sitting up again. “One more knot for Jeongguk-ah, Jiminie. I want you plugged up when I get there.”
Jimin lifted himself off of Jeongguk’s cock, dropping back onto it quickly. “Y-you heard him, alpha. One more knot.”
Jeongguk groaned, his scent flaring, as he fucked up to meet Jimin again. His knot was already swelling. Jimin grinned, knowing that it was the effect of their alpha that did that to Jeongguk.
The apartment was dark when Yoongi opened the door. The only thing illuminating the room was the glow of the TV screen, long abandoned, he was sure.
His nostrils flared as he took in the scent. Their apartment was usually the scent of home, a mix of Jimin’s jasmine and Yoongi’s cedarwood but that was overwhelmed by Jeongguk’s petrichor scent. It was like standing in a forest while rain fell, so thick that Yoongi could taste it.
The scent of Jimin’s slick and heat was heavier as he moved through the dark, closer to the couch where Yoongi knew the video he’d received on the train had come from. He had to get up and go to the bathroom stall before opening it, praying that his headphones wouldn’t disconnect in the time it took to watch his omega bouncing on their friend’s cock.
He had to adjust himself carefully before going back to his seat. Thankfully, the one beside him was empty. No one had to deal with the way his leg was bouncing a in rapid succession as the train dragged slowly into the station.
Yoongi practically sprinted out of the train and up the stairs, needing to be home as soon as possible.
He followed ripest smell of Jimin’s slick to the closed bathroom door. Lights shined from the crack under the door. He knocked gently before pushing the door open.
Jeongguk smiled up shyly from the two-person bathtub Yoongi had specially ordered for his omega, where he was laying under a passed out Jimin. The omega’s face was tucked tightly against Jeongguk’s necks as the younger did his best to rinse the product out of Jimin’s hair with a small pitcher that the omega kept in the bathroom since he grew his hair out.
“Hey, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi smiled, slowly walking closer. He wasn’t sure how Jeongguk’s alpha would react to another alpha being in the room. He didn’t want to risk stressing Jeongguk out or having him hurt Jimin in the process.
“Hyung,” Jeongguk whined, dropping the half full pitcher to the ground, water spilling everywhere. “I’m so sorry.”
Yoongi moved quicker as soon as he noticed the younger’s eyes welling with tears, guilt apparent on his face. Yoongi dropped to his knees next to the bathtub, the water seeping into the suit pants he had on.
He grabbed Jeongguk’s newly free hand, squeezing it. “Did you hurt Jimin?” Yoongi asked seriously.
The look on Jeongguk’s face was probably worse than if Yoongi had slapped him. He looked hurt. “O-of course not!”
“Then you have nothing to be sorry for, Jeongguk-ah.” Yoongi assured him. “Nothing.”
“B-but—“
“No buts.” Yoongi interrupted. “Did you want to do this?”
Jeongguk looked down at Jimin, before sighing and bringing his gaze back up to Yoongi’s face. “Yes,”
“Then you did nothing wrong.”
Jimin smacked his lips in his sleep, interrupting them.
“Here, I’ll finish rinsing his hair, just cover his face.” Yoongi said, picking up the pitcher from the floor. Jeongguk did his best to shield the omega’s face from water as Yoongi leaned over them to properly rinse his boyfriend’s hair.
Jimin sniffed the air softly, turning his face upwards in Yoongi’s direction, sighing happily.
“Hyung,” Jimin murmured with his eyes closed as Yoongi rinsed his hair one last time, confident that they had managed to get all of the product out. “Jeonggukie knotted me so good.”
“Did he now?” Yoongi asked, smirking at the way Jeongguk’s eyes widened. He was confident in the video but all of that vibrato was knocked out of him as he was centimeters from Yoongi.
“You can check,” Jimin said, smiled. “Still there, just like you asked him. Good puppy.”
Yoongi grinned in full, watching as Jeongguk swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing.
The older alpha scooted behind, trailing his fingers down his boyfriend’s spine, all the way down to where his rim was locked around his best friend’s knot.
Jeongguk gasped as Yoongi trailed his finger passed Jimin’s rim and onto the base of Jeongguk’s cock before coming back up to tease Jimin’s puffy hole. The omega was right. No matter how much Yoongi pressed. He wasn’t able to slip a finger in alongside Jeongguk’s knot.
He moved away from Jimin’s rim, down to Jeongguk’s balls, squeezing gently. Jeongguk’s whole body jerked as he moaned loudly, his feet pressing hard against the other porcelain of the bathtub, his calf muscles tight.
“O-oh,” Jimin’s eyes fluttered, gasping. “He’s coming again. It’s so good, hyung.”
With his hand still caressing Jeongguk’s balls, squeezing gently, Yoongi leaned over to kiss Jimin’s forehead, just centimeters from where Jeongguk’s lips were.
“H-hyung,” Jeongguk whispered, hot breath blowing against Yoongi’s hair.
“What, baby?” Yoongi asked, rising up a little. “You want a kiss, too?”
Jeongguk was still scared like a baby deer so Yoongi leaned forward slowly, allowing enough time for Jeongguk to turn his head, but when he didn’t, Yoongi closed the distance between them.
Kissing Jeongguk was different than kissing Jimin. With Jimin, there was almost always a fight, especially when it was sexual. Jimin loved it messy, with spit and blood and biting. He wanted to dominate Yoongi in many ways but Jeongguk was so soft with his kiss. He let Yoongi guide him, ever so shy with his tongue and his teeth.
“I can’t believe you guys are kissing without me.” Jimin whined, looking up from where he was laying beneath them, watching with a grin.
“I think you’ve had enough fun tonight.” Yoongi growled, backing up a bit to let Jimin move.
Jimin sat up slowly, stretching his muscles and popping his joints, still sitting pretty on Jeongguk’s knot. The alpha under him trying his best not to moan loudly in Yoongi’s face as Jimin shifted around, obviously clenching around him.
Yoongi pressed one more kiss to Jeongguk’s mouth before sitting back on his knees but Jimin didn’t let him get far.
The omega grabbed his collar, pulling him in close, barely a centimeter of space between their noses. Jeongguk stilled, as if he was about to watch the couple fight.
“Don’t you want to add another pup in me?” Jimin asked, a challenging glint in his eye. “Breed me so full that my litter is both of yours?”