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~ April ~  

“What do you mean?”  Namjoon asks quietly, kicking a rock in front of him and watching it tumble a few feet away. 

“Do you, you know, maybe want to go on a date?  With me?”  Yoongi asks again, four times as nervous as he was the first time.  They’ve been walking for fifteen minutes with another ten minutes to go until Namjoon’s house and Yoongi has been on the verge of throwing up the entire time, anxious about this stupid question. 

“Like to a movie?  We go to movies all the time.” 

“If you want.  I could take you to dinner first and then we can go see any movie you want.” 

“So, do we go on dates all the time?”  Namjoon looks over at him, eyes glittering in the sunlight.  God, he’s really the most gorgeous thing Yoongi has ever seen. 

“This would be different.”  Yoongi stops walking and covers his face with his hands.  “I want you to be my boyfriend, Joonie.  I want to hold your hand and kiss you and snuggle with you while we lay in bed, reading.  I want to tell my parents that we’re dating and we can tell yours too if you want.” 

“Hyung, you want to kiss me?”  Namjoon whispers, eyes wide. 

“I really do,” Yoongi sighs, removing his hands from his face.  He expected Namjoon to be a few steps away, but instead, his best friend is only inches from him. 

“I want to kiss you too,” Namjoon replies quietly.  “I have for a long time.” 

“Really?”  Yoongi’s entire demeanor immediately perks up. 

“I kissed your cheek last week, remember?  I was going to kiss your lips, but I chickened out.” 

“Joonie, we were at dinner with my family.” 

“So?  Your mom keeps asking me if I like boys because you like boys.  I think she’s rooting for us,” Namjoon says with a giggle. 

“Oh my god, she’s so embarrassing.” 

“Take me on a date tonight, hyung.  Please?” 

“Anything for you, Joonie.”  They start walking again, this time Yoongi confidently intertwined their fingers.  He looks over and sees Namjoon’s dusty pink cheeks and smiles. 

He’s happy.

~ June ~  

“Wait, you and hyung are dating?” 

“Yeah!  He’s my boyfriend now!”  Namjoon exclaims excitedly.  “We hold hands every day on the walk to and from school.  He always kisses me cheek when we get to my house after school and tells me I’m the pretty boy he’s ever seen.” 

“Sounds disgusting,” Hoseok says loudly while making fake gagging noises.  “Isn’t he like, almost eighteen?  I didn’t know that you were gay, Joon.” 

“He’s sixteen, stupid.  He’s only a year and a half older than us; and I’ve never liked anyone besides hyung.  I don’t know if I’m gay.  Maybe I just like hyung and only hyung.” 

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Hoseok responds as he rolls his eyes.  “You either like boys or you don’t.” 

“I don’t think that’s how that works.  What about our cousin, Wonwoo?  He likes girls  and  boys.” 

“Mom says he’s just confused.  That it’s a phase.  Maybe you liking hyung is a phase.” 

“Why are you being so mean, Hobi?”  Namjoon asks, tears forming in his eyes.  Hoseok is his twin brother, his best friend besides Yoongi.  How could he not be supportive of Namjoon’s first relationship?  He loves Yoongi, he’s said it so many times. 

“I’m not being mean, Joon.  Mom says that boys liking boys is unnatural.  That God won’t allow them into heaven.  I want to be in Heaven with you, Joon.”  Namjoon stands up, tears rolling down his cheeks and anger deep inside his chest. 

“I’d never want to be stuck in Heaven with someone like you who can’t love me unconditionally, Hoseok!”  He runs from his brother’s room and out of the house.  Before he realizes it, he’s two blocks away and standing in front of Yoongi’s front door.  Yoongi’s mother wraps him in a hug the moment the door opens and tugs him inside. 

“He’s in his room, Joonie.  Just make you sure knock.  Are you going to be okay?” 

“I’ll be okay soon.  Thank you, Mrs. Min.” 

“Of course, baby.”  The omega pats Namjoon’s shoulder a few times before walking back into the kitchen, no doubt in the middle of making dinner.  Namjoon rushes upstairs and into Yoongi’s room. 

Yoongi lets out a surprised yelp and rushes to shut his laptop.  Namjoon pays it no mind as he crawls into bed with Yoongi, who immediately wraps his arms around him. 

“What’s wrong, Joonie?” 

“I told Hoseok about us and he said that we’re just a phase,” Namjoon mumbles through the tears. 

“Oh baby, it’s okay.  A lot of people don’t support LGBTQ people, especially people as young as us.” 

“But why?” 

“What if we’re both alphas?  Very rarely do two alphas mate, right?  Their instincts just can’t handle it.  Plus, alphas can’t carry children.  So, if two boys get together and then they’re both alphas or both omegas, society sees it as a relationship that can’t help with that society’s growth.  Never mind that people are still so unaccepting towards gays and bisexuals anyway, add our second gender on top of that and it’s just a shit storm of expectations.” 

“I don’t care about that.  I’d be with you even if we were both alphas or omegas and betas!  Or nothing!  Id’ be with you even if we were both Normals!” 

“I know you would, baby.  I’d be with you too, I would.  But a lot of people don’t share that mindset.  They think that omegas belong with alphas and that men belong with women.” 

“What if you’re an alpha and I’m a beta?” 

“You can’t carry my children, so society will always give us a hard time.” 

“That’s really mean.” 

“I know, baby.  I know.”  Yoongi presses a gentle kiss to Namjoon’s cheek and pulls him as tight as he can against his body.  “I told my mom about us,” he whispers after Namjoon’s sobs have died down.  “She said she’s happy for us.  That she can’t wait to see us get married.” 

“We can’t even get married for at least four years, hyung,” Namjoon chuckles. 

“Will you marry me?  In four years?” 

“We’ve only been dating for two months, hyung.” 

“It’s okay Joonie, you can say no.  I’m okay with waiting.” 

“I didn’t say no,” Namjoon whispers, turning his body to face Yoongi.  “I’d marry you right now if I could.  I love you, hyung.” 

“You do?” 

“How could I not?” 

“I love you too, Joonie.” 

“Hyung?” 

“Yes baby?” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Please do,” Yoongi whispers.  A moment later, Namjoon’s soft, plush lips are against his. 

It’s heavenly.

~ October ~  

“It’s our six-month anniversary!  What am I going to get him?” 

“Calm down, Min Yoongi!  You’re stressing out the babies!” 

“Sorry Mom,” Yoongi sighs, plopping down on the couch. 

“It’s okay, sweetie.  I remember how nervous your father was when our first big anniversary came up.  He was so nervous he didn’t eat for three days and passed out on my porch!” 

“Oh god,” Yoongi groans.  His mother laughs before carefully sitting down next to him.  Being five months pregnant with twins was really starting to make everyday tasks much harder than they needed to be. 

“Are you two...you know.” 

“What?” 

“Are you two sexually active?” 

“MOM!” 

“I’m just asking,” Momo giggles.  “You haven’t asked for any condoms yet and I know his parents won’t be giving him any.  Your father already bought a box and it’s been in our room for months.” 

“Oh my god,” Yoongi groans loudly. 

“Min Yoongi, you need to be thinking about this.  I understand that you don’t have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy right now, but you still need to be safe.” 

“We’re both virgins, Mom.  I don’t have to worry about -” 

“I did not raise you to be so careless!”  Momo shouts, slapping Yoongi on the back of the head.  “His health is just as important as yours.  You haven’t been tested yet and neither has he.  What if you’re carriers?  You can’t be tested until you’re eighteen so it’s more important now to wear a condom than it will be then.” 

“Okay Mom, I’m sorry.  We just - Namjoon is so gentle about everything.  It took two months for us to have our first kiss, I don’t think we’ll be sexually active for a while.”  Momo gives him a bright and fond smile. 

“I’m proud of you for not trying to pressure him.” 

“Pressure him?”  Yoongi practically shouts, looking horrified.  “I’d be okay if Namjoon never wanted to have sex!  If he’s ace, I’d still love him.  I’d still marry him.” 

“Ace?”  Momo looks at him, confused. 

“Asexual.  It’s the term for someone who doesn’t have an interest in sex.” 

“Really?  That’s called something now?  Interesting,” Yoongi’s mother hums.  “And you’d still love him as much as you do now?” 

“Of course!” 

“And what if he wanted to have sex with you tomorrow?” 

“I - I’d still - I’d say yes,” Yoongi stutters, covering his face with his hands.  “Why can’t Dad talk about this with me?” 

“Because he’s an alpha, honey.  He has no idea how sex works except that omega bodies do it all on their own.  You know, he didn’t have sex until after he presented.  That’s how things were done when we were younger.  People still thought omegas could get pregnant before they presented and most people didn’t want to take the risk.  Of course, we know better now but most of my friends growing up didn’t lose their virginities until after they presented.” 

“Wow.  That’s definitely changed now,” Yoongi laughs awkwardly. 

“I’ll give you that box of condoms, just in case.” 

“Mom, I love you but this didn’t help me figure out when I’m going to get him for our anniversary.” 

“Oh baby, just give him a blowjob.  I bet he’ll love that,” she chuckles, standing up from the couch.  “But don’t pressure my future son-in-law!”  Yoongi lets out another loud groan as his mother leaves the room, no doubt going upstairs to get the box of condoms. 

“I’m fucked.” 

~ October | One Week Later ~  

“Where are your parents?  And your sisters?” 

“They went to my aunts for the weekend.” 

“Wait, we have the house to ourselves?”  Yoongi’s face blushes pink as he steps out of his shoes. 

“Yeah.  My mom said it’d be a nice thing to do for us since it’s our anniversary.” 

“I love her,” Namjoon sighs before plopping down on the couch.  “So, we can stay up as late as we want?” 

“Just like we did for your fifteenth birthday last month,” Yoongi laughs, throwing himself against Namjoon.  They take a few moments to reposition themselves and soon, Yoongi finds himself curled against Namjoon’s chest. 

They fall asleep a few hours later. 

The next day, Yoongi makes Namjoon breakfast.  They spend the day watching anime and taking Yoongi’s dog for way too many walks. 

By Sunday, they’ve finished two anime series' and Holly looks afraid when Yoongi grabs the leash, so they decide to watch a few movies instead. 

It’s almost six pm when Yoongi realizes that he hardly has any time left to give Namjoon his special present. 

“Joonie, I have something special for you.”: 

“You do?” 

“Yeah.  It’s my anniversary gift to you, but if you don’t want it then you can say no at any time.” 

“That’s weird,” Namjoon giggles. 

“It’s in my room,” Yoongi replies softly with a smile.  Hand in hand, they make their way upstairs.  Once his bedroom door is shut (it’s too awkward with it open), he turns to Namjoon.  “Remember, you can say no at any time.  I won’t be mad or disappointed or anything, okay?  I want to do something special for you.  I want to make you feel good.” 

“Oh - okay.”  Namjoon stutters nervously.  Yoongi gently pushes him back a few steps until Namjoon falls backward onto his bed.  Yoongi crawls over him and pulls him so Yoongi is straddling his legs.  He leans forward, capturing Namjoon’s lips in a soft kiss.  “I love you, Joonie.  I’ll love you forever.” 

“I l-love you too.”  They stay like that for a few minutes and Yoongi slowly deepens the kiss.  They’ve done this before.  He knows that it won’t take long for Namjoon to start feeling  more . 

Once he feels Namjoon erection pressing into his ass, he crawls off his boyfriend's lap. 

“Remember.  You can say no.  You can tell me to stop.”  Namjoon just nods.  Yoongi takes a deep breath before he hooks his fingers under Namjoon’s sweatpants and slowly pulls them down his legs and off his body.  He does the same thing with Namjoon’s boxers until Namjoon’s lower half is completely naked. 

That night, Yoongi spends three hours exploring Namjoon’s body.  He pleases him three times with his mouth and three times with his hand, each time finding that the noises Namjoon makes when he’s driven insane with pleasure to be the most beautiful noises he’s ever heard.  He finishes in his boxers twice and Namjoon doesn’t touch him a single time.  He takes pleasure just from watching Namjoon whimper and shake. 

By the end of the night, Namjoon is exhausted.  He’s lying in Yoongi’s bed, covered in spunk and sweat and hickeys that will stay on his body for days, maybe even a whole week.  They’ve never given each other hickeys before, so they’re not sure. 

“We should shower,” Yoongi chuckles as he watches Namjoon make grabby hands at him. 

“Shower tomorrow.  Come lay with me.” 

“The bed is gross, baby.  If we shower, I can change the sheets.”  Namjoon just stares at him, his lips jutted in the cutest pout Yoongi has ever seen. 

“I don’t want to move.” 

“It’s going to be hard to clean this all off if you wait until morning,” Yoongi chuckles, walking up next to the bed.  Namjoon’s hands make contact with his thigh and the tired man sighs. 

“Fine.  We can shower, but I want to say something first.” 

“What’s that, baby?” 

“I love you.  Thank you for tonight.  I’ve been really nervous about all this stuff and you were so good to me.  You’re my soulmate, Min Yoongi.  I want to marry you.” 

“I love you too, Joonie.  We can get married on your eighteenth birthday.” 

“You promise?” 

“Of course, I do.  I’d never lie to you.”

~ February ~  

“Yoongi!  Come downstairs this instant!”  Yoongi sighs, shutting his laptop and reluctantly heads downstairs. 

“This better be important, Mom.  I was writing a song about Joonie and - Joonie?”  Yoongi turns into the kitchen and sees Namjoon wrapped in Yoongi’s mother’s arms.  He hurries to his side, encasing him in a hug.  “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m l-leaving,” Namjoon sniffles. 

“Where are you going?” 

“America!” 

“That could be fun.  When are you coming back?” 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon sobs, tearing himself away from Momo’s shoulder and slamming himself into Yoongi.  “I don’t know.” 

“It’s okay, baby.  I’ll be right here when you come back, you know that.  You’ve always wanted to go to America and -” 

“YOU DON’T GET IT!”  Namjoon screams, backing away from Yoongi, his eyes wild and his face full of anger and sadness.  “I’M LEAVING!  I’M NEVER COMING BACK!”  Namjoon falls to the floor of the kitchen, sobs shuttering through his body. 

“W-what?”  Yoongi whispers. 

“D-dad got a n-new job and - and - and now we’re mov-moving!” 

“It’s okay,” Yoongi forces himself to say.  “I’ve already got a little bit in savings from my new job.  I’ll come visit you.  No, I’ll move there.  I’ll move to America once I have enough money saved up.  Don’t cry, baby.”  Yoongi shuffles closer to Namjoon until he’s standing next to him.  He gets on his knees and gently grabs Namjoon’s face, pressing their foreheads together.  “Hey.  Joonie, baby.  Don’t cry.  It’ll be okay.” 

“I’ll never see - see you ag-again.” 

“That’s not true and we both know it.  We’re soulmates, remember?  I’ll just have to live with my parents for longer than I thought so I can save up money, right?  It’s not that bad.  They’re pretty cool.”  That gets a small chuckle from Namjoon.  “It’s going to suck for a little while, right?  But we’re going to make it.” 

“We have to g-get married on - on my eighteenth birthday.”  Yoongi hums in agreement, pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s snotty lips. 

“Damn right we do.” 

A few days later, Yoongi finds out that Namjoon’s parents have already sold the house.  They knew about the new job for a month and didn’t tell Namjoon.  He’s furious, but he does his best not to show it.  His time with Namjoon is so much more precious now and he won’t let Namjoon’s shitty parents ruin it. 

Then, nine days after Namjoon told him that he’s leaving, he shows up unexpectedly at his house. 

“Tomorrow.  We’re leaving tomorrow.”  Yoongi’s family gives him hugs and kisses, telling him how much they’re going to miss him.  Yoongi's parents let him stay the night and once they’re finally alone in Yoongi’s bedroom, they cry together. 

Namjoon only asks one thing of Yoongi and Yoongi is happy to give it to him. 

He’d give Namjoon the world if he could. 

He finally unwraps a condom from the box his parents gave him and they use it that night.  It’s slow and intimate with too many kisses and so many whispered ‘I love you’s’ that the words start to sound strange when they say them.  Once they’re finished, Yoongi cleans them up.  They fall asleep quickly, limbs tangled together and tears stained on their cheeks. 

The next morning, the don’t try to control their sobbing as Namjoon’s parents show up to take him away. 

With one final hug and kiss, Yoongi and Namjoon say goodbye. 

After Namjoon is gone, Yoongi and his parents do the calculations.  Moving to America is going to be expensive and take a long time to save up for, but Yoongi will do it. 

He’d do anything for Namjoon. 

~ September ~  

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”  Hoseok shouts as he leaps through Namjoon’s bedroom door and practically body slams him onto the bed. 

“Hobi,” Namjoon groans.  “It’s three in the morning.”: 

“And it’s your fucking birthday, you brat.” 

“It’s yours too,” Namjoon laughs. 

“Damn!  It is?  Happy Birthday to us!  We’re officially adults now.”  Hoseok falls off Namjoon’s bed in a fit of laughter before popping back up.  “Any big plans for today?” 

“No,” Namjoon replies with a sigh. 

“Are you going to call him?” 

“We haven’t spoken in a year and a half, Hobi.  Why would I call him?”  Hoseok frowns as he crawls back onto the bed and snuggles against Namjoon, wrapping his brother in his arms. 

“You don’t think he’ll call?” 

“Why would he?  He has no reason to.” 

“He fucking should,” Hoseok growls. 

“We were young.  It meant the world to us then but now?  Now we’re not even friends.” 

“I’m sorry, Joon.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“No, I mean I’m really sorry.  I’m sorry I didn’t support you back then.  We were young and it’s not an excuse, but I just believed everything Mom said.  I could see that you two really loved each other, but I was always there to tease you and put you down.” 

“And now you’re bisexual as fuck.” 

“You were on to something when you said you liked Yoongi,” Hoseok laughs.  “Men are pretty sexy.” 

“They are, aren’t they?”  The two brothers fall into another fit of giggles.  Hoseok falls asleep quickly, but Namjoon stays up a little while longer. 

He hopes Yoongi calls. 

~ September ~  

“Yoongi,” his mother says sternly through the phone. 

“I don’t want to hear it right now, Momma.” 

“Don’t be such a stubborn asshole.  You’re just like your father, you know that?” 

“I’m not being stubborn, Momma.  It’s just not a good idea.” 

“Excuse me?  I think it’s a great - Sakura!  Put your brother down right this instant! - idea.  Maybe this is exactly what you need to rebuild that bridge, don’t you think?  You guys had big plans for today, right?  Maybe -” 

“I don’t think he wants to hear from me, Momma,” Yoongi sighs, pushing Taemin off his cock and getting off his bed. 

“I think that’s exactly what he wants, Min Yoongi.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.  I’ve gotta go.” 

“Be a good boy, Yoongi.” 

“Bye Momma.”  Yoongi tosses his phone down onto his bed and lets loose a loud and frustrating yell. 

“Was she being a bitch?”  Taemin asks as he crawls over to Yoongi, his hands sliding up his thighs. 

“She’s just pestering me about calling someone who doesn’t want to hear from me.” 

“Their loss,” Taemin replies, his voice smooth.  He swallows Yoongi's cock again, Yoongi’s pubic hair tickling his nose when Taemin pushes himself to open his throat back up.  Yoongi’s hand wraps tightly in Taemin’s hair as he starts to fuck into the man’s mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he groans as one of Taemin’s hand’s cups Yoongi’s ass, and the other starts to play with his balls.  “God, you’re so fucking good at this.”  He doesn’t say anything else until, nine minutes later, he’s filling Taemin’s mouth with his come.  Taemin swallows it all down obediently, making sure not to waste a single drop. 

“You always taste so good,” he croaks a few minutes later as he finds his boxers on the floor of Yoongi’s bedroom and pulls them up over his long legs. 

“See you in class tomorrow,” Yoongi grunts as he lays back down on his bed and pulls up Instagram. 

It’s something he does more often than he’d like to admit. 

He doesn’t hear the door close when Taemin leaves, too busy reading Hoseok’s message to his brother for their eighteenth birthday. 

It brings back memories he’s been trying to forget. 

Today was going to be a special day.  It was going to be the day he married his first love. 

But instead, things fizzled over time. 

His love never fizzled and, he thinks, neither did Namjoon’s.  But the time difference and Yoongi’s busy schedule sure didn’t help things much. 

He was halfway to his savings goal when his Dad lost his job.  They lost the house soon after and Yoongi had to move out into a small studio apartment.  He rented the cheapest one he could find, but it made saving so much harder.  Namjoon had tried emailing him, but Yoongi was so busy and had ignored them. 

Then, out of the blue, he woke up to a long text from Namjoon. 

A breakup text. 

He tried to text back but it always gave him errors. 

Namjoon had blocked him. 

All his social media pages were the same.  There was no sign of Namjoon anywhere.  Hoseok had done the same, probably in solidarity with Namjoon. 

Except Instagram. 

He thinks Hoseok did it on purpose, left him this one way to see Namjoon. 

If only he’d responded to Namjoon's damn email. 

If he wasn’t such a wimp, he’d call him today. 

His eighteenth birthday. 

He’d tell him that he misses him, that he still loves him.  That he’s never going to move on or find someone who makes him feel the same way. 

That he thinks he’s going to present as an omega and if Namjoon’s an alpha, he’d be more than happy to carry his children. 

That no matter what their second genders are, that he still wants to marry Namjoon. 

But Min Yoongi is a chicken. 

He exits the app and tosses his phone onto the floor with a sigh. 

If only he was braver. 

~ July ~  

“Me?” 

“Of course you,” Kibum chuckles, his arm looping around Yoongi’s waist. 

“Aren’t you dating Minghao?” 

“We broke up last week,” Kibum hums as his lips press gentle kisses into Yoongi’s neck.  He doesn’t want to admit it, but it feels  really nice  to be touched like this.  It’s been a few months since his last hookup and Kibum?  Well, Kibum is the most popular alpha in school.  He’s never looked at Yoongi before, but he can’t take his eyes off him now. 

“I’ve never been with an alpha before,” Yoongi mumbles as Kibum’s other hand gently presses him down against Kibum’s bed.  He’s supposed to be here studying.  Kibum is supposed to be tutoring him on advanced music theory and the theory of diatonic and chromatic approach notes, not snaking his hand up Yoongi’s shirt. 

“I won’t knot you,” Kibum assures him as he pinches Yoongi’s nipple.  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” 

“T-thank you,” Yoongi stutters as Kibum’s teeth pull at his earlobe.  They stay like that for a few minutes, Kibum kissing and biting at Yoongi’s neck and ear while one of his hand's pinches at Yoongi’s nipples.  Yoongi can feel himself getting hard and it’s getting more and more difficult to hold back his whimpers and moans, but he’s still debating if this is a good idea.  Kibum and Minghao had been on and off for a long time.  Yoongi’s most definitely a rebound, but is it worth it? 

He’s still deciding when Kibum gets off the bed and crouches down between Yoongi’s legs.  “Sit up, pretty boy.”  Yoongi does as he’s told and watches as Kibum expertly unzips Yoongi’s jeans and pulls his half-hard cock out of his pants.  “Even your cock is pretty,” he says before he wraps his lips around the tip of Yoongi’s cock.  It feels fucking magical.  Kibum slowly takes Yoongi’s cock entirely into his mouth and Yoongi can feel it when he hits the back of Kibum’s throat.  Kibum hallows out his cheeks and, like a champion, starts to give Yoongi the best blowjob he’s ever received.  It’s only been a few seconds before Yoongi can’t hold back his moans any longer, his bottom lip nearly bleeding between his teeth.  “You like this, baby?  Have you ever had your cock sucked before?”  Yoongi can only nod as one of Kibum’s hand’s cups his balls.  “I bet I’m better than them, aren’t I?”  Again, he nods.  “I’d suck your pretty little cock every day if you asked me too,” Kibum tells him as if it’s obvious.  “Do you want that baby?  Want Daddy to suck your pretty little cock?”  Yoongi can only nod again, his cock twitching at the use of the word ‘Daddy.’ 

Usually, it takes longer for Yoongi to get so worked up, so close to the edge of his orgasm.  Taemin used to complain that his jaw would get tired because Yoongi never finished before the ten-minute mark.  But when Kibum called himself Daddy, Yoongi’s entire body went from three to ten instantly. 

“Please Daddy,” Yoongi whispers, his eyes glued to Kibum’s lips.  Kibum groans, slipping a hand down his own pants and starts to quickly pump himself.  “You’re so good to me, Daddy.  Please.”  The hand on Yoongi’s balls leaves, but only to trail itself to Yoongi’s tight hole.  He circles around it awkwardly, pressed hard between the bed and Yoongi’s body.  Yoongi’s not sure if Kibum is waiting for permission, but he knows the moment Kibum breaches his asshole, he’s done for.  He lets Kibum stay like that for a while; Yoongi’s cock in his mouth and a wet spot forming in Kibum’s jeans from where his cock is leaking precum. 

Then, finally, Yoongi gives in. 

“I need more, Daddy.  I’m so close.” 

As he predicted, the moment Kibum’s finger pushes inside him, his orgasm rocks through his body.  Kibum finger fucks him through it, his mouth still on Yoongi’s cock as he swallows down Yoongi’s seed.  His finger never stops as Yoongi falls back onto the bed, tired and completely wrecked.  He’s whining at the overstimulation, but he doesn’t want Kibum to stop. 

“Don’t stop, Daddy.  Use me.” 

Kibum growls and stands up.  Yoongi whines at the loss of feeling in his ass but a moment later, Kibum climbs over him.  His pants and boxers are gone and his huge cock is hanging between his legs.  Yoongi’s eyes go wide at the sight.  It’s definitely the biggest cock he’s ever seen. 

“You want me to use you, baby?  Want Daddy to wreck you?” 

“Yes,” Yoongi whines.  He hardly reacts when Kibum flips him over and slaps his ass, a small moan escaping his lips. 

“I’ll fucking wreck you, baby.  You’ll never want another cock again.” 

In his head, Yoongi knows he should tell Kibum to put on a condom.  It’s the smart thing to do.  But his mind is so riddled with arousal, his cock already starting to harden again, that he ignores it.  He lets Kibum use him, let’s him pull his hips up as he shoves two fingers inside him.  He can only moan and whine as Kibum opens him up quickly, too quickly.  It’s only when Kibum’s entire fist is inside Yoongi that he realizes just how big  Kibum is. 

“You ready, baby boy?  Ready for Daddy?” 

“Fuck me, Daddy.  Please.  I’ve been such a good boy.” 

“Yes, you have, baby.  So good for me.”  Kibum starts to slowly push himself inside Yoongi, whose jaw drops in a silent scream.  “Still so fucking tight for me.  You used to be such a little slut, didn’t you?  Can’t believe you’re this tight.”  Yoongi can only nod his head as Kibum works himself inside, bottoming out after what seems like an hour.  He doesn’t move as he waits for Yoongi to adjust, something Yoongi hadn’t been expecting. 

Once he feels like he can take it, he croaks out “Daddy, please wreck me.” 

And wreck him, Kibum does.  He starts slow but it doesn’t take long before the only thing holding Yoongi up is Kibum’s tight grip on his hips.  The sounds in the room are extremely lewd; their bodies slapping together every time Kibum’s hips snap against Yoongi’s ass, Yoongi’s tiny whimpers, moans, and eventually, sobs.  And Kibum?  Kibum is growling and moaning, the alpha in him absolutely begging to claim this beautiful man beneath him.  He’s never felt like this before, ever.  It was primal the way he wanted Yoongi, the way he wanted to tie the pretty pale boy to his bedpost and use him three times a day for the rest of his life. 

This boy was his. 

He can feel his orgasm building as Yoongi’s sobs get louder.  “You sound so fucking pretty for me, baby.  So g-good.  You like the way Daddy is fucking you?  Hmm?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“You want Daddy to fuck you like this every day?  Would my perfect baby boy like that?” 

“Y-yes please, Daddy.  Need your cock.  Please.  Alpha.” 

Without warning, Kibum slams into Yoongi, filling him with load after load of sticky cum.  He doesn’t stop slamming into the gorgeous man, even after he knows he’s finished. 

“You’re mine,” he growls as he lets go of Yoongi, who falls against his bed.  “My baby.  My omega.” 

“Yours, Daddy.  Yours.”  Kibum grabs Yoongi’s hair and pulls him up off the bed a few inches, biting into his shoulder.  Yoongi screams, his second orgasm rocking through him.  Kibum slows down his thrusts and pulls his teeth from Yoongi’s neck.  He licks the blood from the wound and gently lays Yoongi back against the bed. 

“Mine,” he growls before coming to a stop.  He pulls out from Yoongi’s red, abused ass and watches as his seed leaks out.  Something inside him is angry that Yoongi can’t possibly get pregnant, but time will tell. 

Yoongi will carry his pups, his alpha tells him. 

Kibum is gentle with Yoongi as he cleans him up with the wet wipes he always keeps next to his bed.  He sticks a plug inside Yoongi’s ass to keep as much of his seed inside as possible, even though he knows it doesn’t matter.  Yoongi is only twenty and therefore, has not presented yet. 

“Can’t wait to knot you when you present as an omega,” Kibum whispers into his ear as he lays down next to Yoongi in bed.  “I’ll be the best alpha for you,” he tells him, rubbing Yoongi’s back. 

Yoongi can only hum in response, too exhausted and fucked out to care. 

When he wakes up a few hours later, he looks at himself in the mirror of Kibum’s bathroom.  Kibum walks in and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist. 

“You look good with my bite,” he tells him, nuzzling his face into Yoongi’s neck.  A small smile finds its way to Yoongi’s lips. 

“I do, don’t I?” 

“Sorry I didn’t ask first,” Kibum whispers into his ear.  Yoongi can feel Kibum getting hard behind him and it stirs something inside him. 

“I said I was yours,” Yoongi replies softly, pushing his ass back against Kibum. 

“You did, didn’t you?”  Kibum’s hand finds its way to Yoongi’s soft cock and starts to gently tug on it. 

“What about Minghao?  You guys never break up for long,” Yoongi asks, laying his head back against Kibum’s shoulder. 

“Who cares about Minghao?  I have you now, baby.  I’m never letting you go.”  Yoongi giggles as Kibum pushes him against the bathroom counter and presses his cock against Yoongi’s gaping hole. 

“You don’t even know my last name,” Yoongi replies softly.  Kibum pushes into Yoongi’s hole, causing Yoongi to moan loudly. 

“I know that you’re a really good fuck.  I know that my alpha wants you like he’s never wanted Minghao.  I know that the bite mark on your neck will fade, but I’ll be here to replenish it so that everyone knows your mine.” 

“I’m yours,” Yoongi moans as Kibum pushes his body down, his face pressed against the faucet of the sink. 

“Who do you belong to?” 

“You,” Yoongi moans, the pleasure of Kibum’s cock hitting his prostate overwhelming the pain of the metal faucet smashed against his face.  “I belong to Daddy.” 

“That’s right, baby.” 

~ December ~  

When Namjoon met Mingyu seven months ago, he was just glad to meet another Korean.  Mingyu, like Namjoon, had grown up in Korea but moved when he was a teen because of his parents. 

Mingyu had been a huge blessing. 

They’d been friends since day one and Namjoon couldn’t remember being this happy since they moved.  It was a little strange when he found out that Mingyu was a model, something Mingyu hadn’t told him.  He’d been going through one of his mother’s magazines while on the toilet and came across a four-page ad and low and behold, there was Mingyu. 

And holy fucking shit was he hot. 

Not that Namjoon hadn’t found him extremely attractive before, but in a suit with his bare chest showing? 

Namjoon definitely stole that magazine from his mother and had a few shame-filled nights with it. 

When he finally told Mingyu that he knew, Mingyu was embarrassed. 

“I just wanted to make friends with someone who wasn’t using me for my job, you know?” 

Namjoon understood, or at least he tried to. 

If anything, it only made their friendship stronger.  Mingyu started sending him preview shots from jobs he was working and Namjoon started to develop a crush.  Well, at least he finally admitted it to Hoseok. 

“I could tell on day one,” Hoseok teased.  Hoseok and Namjoon were quickly absorbed into Mingyu’s friend group, something that Hoseok probably enjoyed more than Namjoon. 

“Did you see Seungwan earlier?  That tank top he was wearing?  Jesus Christ, I want to throw myself at his feet and suck his cock,” Hoseok sighs one day as they enter their small apartment. 

“You’re disgusting,” Namjoon laughs.  “We were all sweaty and gross.” 

“Excuse you?  You were practically drooling while staring at Mingyu earlier.  We all saw it.” 

“Shut up,” Namjoon groans, throwing his shoe at his brother’s face.  They change into their sweatpants and Hoseok makes lunch while Namjoon puts on their newest anime obsession. 

“I think Mingyu likes you too,” Hoseok tells him once they’re finished eating.  “Maybe it’s time to finally put yourself out there.” 

“I’m just -” 

“I know, Joon,” Hoseok says, putting their bowls in the sink and trotting back to the couch.  “I just want to see you happy.  You deserve that.”  A few seconds later, their phones chime. 

“Stop smiling so much, Joonie.” 

“I just - he didn’t talk much today so I wasn’t sure if he still wanted to come over.” 

“Of course he does.  That boy adores you.  You’re just too blind to see it.  Now get your ass in the shower.  Do you really want to stink like you’ve been working out for two hours when he gets here?”  Namjoon hurries up from the couch, simultaneously tripping over Hoseok’s feet and falls onto the floor.  Hoseok is too busy laughing to notice Namjoon’s middle finger.  He’s still laughing by the time Namjoon gets into the bathroom. 

The night, Mingyu takes Namjoon on a short hike up a hill overlooking the city. 

There, he asks Namjoon on a date. 

Namjoon, face warm from blushing, says yes. 

They share their first kiss that night.  It’s sweet, soft, full of something new. 

Full of hope and promise. 

Namjoon goes home that night and feels on top of cloud nine. 

When Joshua’s birthday comes around just a few weeks later, Mingyu strips down to a small black thong and shakes his ass in Joshua’s lap.  Everyone’s laughing and having fun, but Namjoon’s eyes won’t move from Mingyu’s perky ass. 

After everyone’s gone and it’s just the two of them cuddling on one of Mingyu’s three oversized chairs, Namjoon’s hand snakes it way down and wraps around Mingyu’s cock. 

“You looked so good out there,” he whispers in Mingyu’s ear. 

“Wanted to look good for you.” 

“Looked so good.  So gorgeous.” 

Twenty minutes later, Namjoon is bouncing on Mingyu’s thick cock for the first time.  He’s loud and Mingyu only spurs him on. 

“Let the neighbors hear how good I fuck you, Doll.  I want everyone to know.” 

Namjoon has had sex before, of course.  This thing with Mingyu?  It’s different.  It’s almost like - it’s almost perfect. 

Namjoon finishes in Mingyu’s hand and Mingyu finishes soon after.  They wipe each other off with their t-shirts and fall asleep in the chair, arms wrapped around each other and dark bruises on their necks and chests. 

Namjoon is happy.

 ~ March ~  

Yoongi feels hot. 

He rips his t-shirt off and throws it on the floor, not caring to look where it lands.  He grabs the biggest glass he can find and fills it with filtered water from the refrigerator, gulping it down quickly. 

What the fuck is wrong with me, he thinks to himself just as his phone chimes.  He pulls it from his pocket and quickly reads the message. 

Later? 

It takes Yoongi a moment to remember. 

Tonight. 

Right. 

His birthday party. 

He growls in frustration, already irritated that he has to deal with whatever is happening to him and a birthday party.  He doesn’t feel like being around a large group of people, even if they are close friends. 

He opens the message and reads it in its entirety and freezes. 

Presenting?  Is that - is this - he scrambles to close the app and call his doctor.  Once he waits on hold for fifteen anxiety-filled minutes, he finally gets a nurse. 

“How can I help you today?” 

“Hi.  It’s my twenty-first birthday today and I’m feeling really hot.  Like, too hot.  I’m burning up all over.  I drank some water but it’s not helping.” 

“Ahh,” the nurse chuckles.  “You’re presenting!” 

“Well obviously,” Yoongi snaps and rolls his eyes.  He immediately regrets the action, even though the nurse just laughs.  “I’m so sorry, I’m just - I’m so irritated?  I have no reason to be?  Are these signs or something?” 

“Do you have any other symptoms?” 

“Ummm…” 

“Let me put it a different way.  Over the last week, have there been any activities that you've just needing to do that are out of your normal routine?  Maybe cooking more or working out?  Maybe you put more blankets on your bed or removed all the blankets entirely.  Have you felt an increased or decreased libido?  Do you feel attracted -” 

“More blankets and my dick is practically raw from all the masturbating I’ve been doing.”  The nurse chuckles again. 

“Okay, Mister Min.  One final question.” 

“Okay?” 

“Are you leaking?” 

“Excuse me?”  Yoongi croaks as his brain puts together the puzzle pieces. 

“I know it sounds strange, but the last few nights have you wet the bed?  Or felt yourself leaking from your anus?”  Yoongi’s brain freezes as he processes her words. 

“I’m an omega,” he whispers into the phone. 

“Congratulations Mister Min!  I do have a few tips for you if you don’t mind.” 

“Sure,” Yoongi whispers, sliding to the floor. 

An omega? 

He’d kind of been hoping he’d be a beta, if he’s being honest.  He didn’t want the added pressure of childbirth and heats and fucking slick that comes with being an omega.  He wanted something easy.  Hell, even not presenting at all would have been nice. 

But an omega? 

“You’re going to go through your first heat in three days' time.  Right now, you’re going through pre-heat.  That’s the hotness you feel, engulfing your body.  I’ll text you a few pdfs that will explain ways to help you through your heat but you have a few large changes coming your way.  I’d recommend going out and getting birth control tomorrow if you’re sexually active.  After your first heat, you will be fertile.  That’s the biggest and most daunting part of being an omega.  You have to be very careful now otherwise you may end up with an unexpected pregnancy.  Also, you will see an increased sex drive when an alpha is around, especially if your omega has bonded with the alpha.  Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?” 

“Yes,” Yoongi replies meekly. 

“Are they an alpha?” 

“Yes.” 

“Odds are, your omega is already fond of them then.  If you’re comfortable with it, I recommend asking them to spend your first heat with you.  Your first heat will be unbearably hard without someone around to keep you company, sexually.  You will also produce slick.  It’s an omegas natural way of telling their partner that they’re ready for intercourse.” 

“But what if I’m not ready?  What if I don’t want it?” 

“Your body will know,” the nurse replies softly.  “You will not produce slick unless your body is giving one hundred percent consent.” 

“Okay.” 

“An omegas brain can become very muddled during their heat but your body will always know what you want and what you need.  It will never betray you,” the nurse tells him gently.  “One of the files I’ll send you covers this in great detail.” 

“Thank you,” Yoongi whispers. 

“You’ll be okay, Mister Min.  Always give us a call if you have any questions.” 

“Thank you,” Yoongi whispers to the kind nurse again before ending the call.  He stares at his phone for a few minutes, unsure of who to call.  He finally ends up calling Minho. 

“Hey Yoon.  I’ll be there in a few hours.  Do you want me -” 

“Min?  Can you get here earlier?”  Yoongi asks, voice quivering. 

“You okay Yoon?” 

“I’m okay.  Can you just - please?” 

“Of course.  Let me change and I’ll be right over.” 

“Thank you,” Yoongi mumbles before tossing his phone onto the floor in front of him. 

He used to think he wanted to be an omega, back when his life was different.  Back when the people in his life were different. 

But now? 

Now it only seems like a burden.

~ March | Six Hours Later ~  

“Joon, I think your phone is ringing,” a very sleepy Mingyu mumbles, gently shaking Namjoon.  Namjoon only groans, which puts a small smile on Mingyu’s lips.  “Doll, your phone is ringing.  It’s some weird number.” 

“What time is it?” 

“Four.” 

“Who the fuck is calling me this early?” 

“I don’t know, Doll, but maybe you should check?” 

“Ugh,” Namjoon groans as he rolls over.  He presses a quick kiss to Mingyu’s lips as he attempts to roll his body over the man’s, but Mingyu grabs his hips.  Namjoon jolts to a stop, perched atop Mingyu.  “I thought you wanted me to answer this call,” Namjoon teases, pressing his ass against Mingyu’s half-erect cock. 

“I want a lot of things,” Mingyu smirks as he brings his hand to Namjoon’s chest and pinches his nipple, causing Namjoon to moan and rock his hips. 

“Give me a minute,” he tells his boyfriend, leaning down and kissing his forehead.  He grabs his phone and after recognizing that it was an international call, hops out of bed and heads into the bathroom.  “Hello?”  He waits a few seconds for a response, hearing only music and voices in the background.  “Hello?”  He repeats.  Suddenly there’s a grunt on the other side of the line and the background noises quiet down, as if the person is walking away from the noise.  “Are you sure you have the right number?  It’s very early here and I -” 

“Joonie?” 

The voice that drifts through the phone lodges itself into Namjoon’s heart. 

“Is that you?  Really y-you?”  Yoongi is obviously drunk, something Namjoon can tell from the way his voice slurs and his gentle stuttering. 

“Happy Birthday,” Namjoon whispers, his eyes clouding with tears. 

“You re-remembered.” 

“How could I forget?” 

“I have something to - to tell you, Joonie.  I presented.  I’m an omega.” 

“You are?” 

“You s-s-sound surprised.”  Just as Namjoon opens his mouth to respond, there’s a commotion on Yoongi’s side.  “Go away, I’m on the phone,” he shouts to whoever was trying to bother him.  “Joonie, why are you surprised?”  Namjoon can hear someone shouting in the background but the voice is muffled.  “Give me five minutes, f-fuck!”  Yoongi screams, making Namjoon chuckle. 

“That’s why I’m surprised.  I thought you’d be an alpha.” 

“Did you?  I was hoping to be a beta,” Yoongi tells him quietly. 

“Why?” 

“I’m not sure I want to be an omega.” 

“You always talked about it when we were younger, about being an omega and defying stereotypes.” 

“I don’t want to be some barefoot omega, always pregnant and cooking dinner for his alpha.” 

“That’s not you,” Namjoon replies softly with a smile, tears slowly falling down his cheeks. 

“Right?  It’s fuck-fucking not!”  Yoongi takes a deep breath followed by a few hiccups before he starts again, this time much softer.  “How are you, Joon?  How’s America?” 

“I’m good.  It’s good.  Strange, but good.” 

“I miss you,” Yoongi whispers.  Namjoon almost misses it.   Almost. 

“I miss you too,” he replies just as quietly.  It’s like they’re admitting secrets they were supposed to take to the grave, not like they’re exes who haven’t spoken in a while.  “Where are you working now?” 

“I actually just got hired at -”  Yoongi suddenly cuts off, a loud commotion going on in the background.  Namjoon hears Yoongi shout at someone to put him down and can hear people in the background shouting but the words are unintelligible. 

He thinks about hanging up.  Yoongi is obviously busy, probably at his own damn birthday party.  But something tells him not to. 

After a few minutes of Yoongi shouting at people and people shouting back, Namjoon hears it. 

“...marry me?”  A male voice asks. 

“What?” 

“Will you marry me?” 

“Fuck,” he hears Yoongi say before the phone call suddenly ends.  Namjoon takes a few minutes to wipe the tears from his eyes and splash water on his face before he enters his room again. 

“Who was that, Doll?”  Mingyu asks him as Namjoon straddles his waist. 

“Someone I used to know in Korea,” Namjoon replies quietly, slowly grinding his ass about Mingyu’s now fully erect and naked dick. 

“Was it important?”  Mingyu asks, his hands wrapping around Namjoon’s hips as he starts to thrust up, grinding his cock against Namjoon’s ass.  Namjoon just smiles at him before awkwardly removing his boxers.  He resumes his position, allowing Mingyu’s leaking cock to rub between his cheeks.  They stay like that for a few minutes, Namjoon moaning and whining as Mingyu ignores his leaking cock and focuses instead on the sensation of fucking Namjoon’s ass cheeks. 

“You’re important,” Namjoon finally says just as he lifts himself up and sinks down on Mingyu’s cock.  Mingyu gives him a smirk before he starts to fuck up into Namjoon, holding him down as he tries to meet Mingyu’s rhythm. 

“You’re so good to me, Doll.  I love you so fucking much,” Mingyu groans as he sits up, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s waist and slamming his hips up into him.  Namjoon screams when Mingyu brushes his prostate, the new angle pushing Mingyu even deeper into Namjoon.  “Can’t wait for you to be mine, forever.  Going to fuck you every single day, Doll.  Going to make you mine,” Mingyu growls as he bites down on Namjoon’s shoulder.  Mingyu hasn’t presented yet, but he will next year and he’s been telling Namjoon since they met that he’s going to be an alpha.  When Mingyu empties himself into Namjoon twelve minutes later, he again bites down on Namjoon’s shoulder.  He wraps his hand around Namjoon’s cock and brings his boyfriend to an orgasm, whispering in his ear the entire time.  “The prettiest little doll for me, aren’t you?  Can’t wait to make you mine.  My perfect, precious Doll.” 

Once they’re cleaned up, Namjoon rolls over and two thoughts cross his mind. 

The first is that if Mingyu presents as an alpha and Namjoon as an omega, maybe Namjoon will end up being his omega. 

The second? 

The second thought had him wondering if he’ll ever see Yoongi again. 

He’s sure the newly presented, and apparently newly engaged, omega smells wonderful.  
 

 ~ June ~ 

When Namjoon got into the cab in front of the airport, it still didn’t feel real. 

I can’t believe I’m back here after so long, he says to himself for the seventh time in the last fifteen minutes.  He gives the cab driver the address to his grandparent’s house and sits back, watching as the city passes by.  Everything seems so different but so horribly the same.  The streets are busier than he had remembered and there seem to be more shops, more buildings in general, then what seems actually possible. 

It leaves Namjoon in awe. 

It’s an hour before he gets to his parent’s house, his grandmother throwing her arms around him and squeezing him tighter than he’d thought she was capable of. 

“Ahh oe-halmeoni, you’re so strong!” 

“You’re too tall,” his grandmother replies quickly, sighing at him.  “Too skinny.  Come in, dinner is almost ready.” 

He spends the rest of the night catching up with his grandparents.  They seem very interested in his college courses and his job, asking him tens of questions about architecture and how much money he was making. 

It was refreshing. 

His parents, while proud of him, thought he’d be a great doctor and were disappointed when he went to school for something different.  They didn’t care that he made a lot of money or that he was happy, they just wanted him to do something that would always be important.  In their eyes, architecture was a dying career. 

“Computers can do your job,” his father has told him at every family dinner since he started college.  His mother would always hum in agreement while Hoseok rolled his eyes and changed the subject.  If it wasn’t for Hoseok, Namjoon would have gone crazy at those long dinners. 

Two hours later, the doorbell rings again.  Namjoon knows who it is before he can see them and stands up to greet them. 

“You got so tall,” Hoseok hums into Namjoon’s chest as the brothers hug. 

“I can’t believe you’re taller than I am,” Taehyung chuckles, setting their bags down on the kitchen tile and stealing a quick hug from Namjoon and Hoseok’s grandparents.  The five of them sit around the kitchen table and catch up, eating their grandmother’s cookies while they share stories of love and laughter, of work and hardship. 

It’s so nice to be home, Namjoon thinks to himself. 

~ July ~  

“I can’t work tonight.  Kibum didn’t take the kids this week, something about having a work retreat, and I have no one to watch them.” 

“Can’t you ask that cute little friend of yours to babysit?”  Yoongi rolls his eyes. 

“You just want him to bring the kids by so you can stare at his ass.”  Seokjin chuckles for a moment before shouting at one of the cooks that the toast he just sent up is too dark and needs to be remade. 

“It’d be overtime,” Seokjin sings.  “And I’ll let you keep all your tips.” 

“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbles.  He could really use a shift of time-and-a-half and as much as he loves Moonbin, it’d be nice to not have to split his tips for once.  “Let me call Jungkook and see what he’s doing.” 

“Thanks Yoongi!”  The line ends before Yoongi can respond, as it typically does.  Seokjin isn’t one for small talk, mainly interested in keeping his business fully staffed.  Yoongi is usually his most reliable server but Kibum fucked up his entire week when he called ten minutes before he was supposed to be here this morning and asked, no, told Yoongi that he wouldn’t be able to take the kids.  Kibum had been a nightmare ever since they split, the kind and caring alpha that Yoongi had fallen in love with nowhere to be seen. 

That must be what happens when the doctor deems you infertile when your alpha husband drags you in to see why in the world you aren’t pregnant again yet. 

The last six months had been a struggle for Yoongi.  The divorce process was horrific, stressful, and tiring.  He’d lost his job at a secretary at a law firm for missing too many days; something that had been Kibum’s fault for “forgetting” about so many of their court hearings.  The judge had finally gotten sick of the alpha’s excuses and given Yoongi what he’d asked for; full custody, child support, and spousal support.  He’d let Kibum keep their three houses, their two cars, and everything in the middle.  He just wanted his kids and money to keep him afloat.  He’d spent the first check of support on a down payment for a new home; a small three-bedroom house with just enough space to raise two kids.  The support money paid for the mortgage and all of Yoongi’s bills, but he found that it hadn’t stretched as far as he’d hoped.  When Yeonjun had outgrown all his shirts, Yoongi found himself struggling to buy the boy something that fit. 

So he got a job and became quick friends with his boss, an alpha named Seokjin.  Seokjin had been his best (and only friend) for three months.  Until Jungkook moved in next door. 

Jungkook, a young omega, had married right out of high school to an alpha that had promised him the world.  Unfortunately for Jungkook, she had promised the world to other omegas as well.  He’d come home one day and caught her in bed with his best friend and had immediately moved out.  Their divorce had been quick and painless, with Jungkook obtaining a large sum of money that he had never known Solar to have. 

Apparently, the alpha came from a very wealthy family. 

So Jungkook, being a relatively smart man, decided to throw it all in savings.  He bought himself a small, modest home and found that his neighbor was a kind, older omega with two children. 

Jungkook loves kids. 

Jungkook had been a lifesaver for Yoongi.  Kibum only had the kids on the weekends, with a week-long visit every three months.  So when he decided not to take the kids one weekend, Yoongi had been thrown into full panic mode.  Lucky for him, Jungkook had offered to babysit while he was at work and since Yeonjun and Soobin love him, it worked out really well.  Now, Jungkook was his usual babysitter.  Yoongi made sure to pay him with homemade dinners and late movie nights. 

He’d brought the kids in to visit as a surprise last month and ever since then, Seokjin had been asking Yoongi about the pretty omega. 

He sighs as he pulls out his phone and calls his neighbor, only to hear a phone ring from his backyard.  Chuckling, he heads back there to see Jungkook with a watering can in hand, watering Yoongi’s small flowerbed.  Jungkook is gorgeous and Yoongi can’t deny that.  He’s tall, extremely muscular, and has the prettiest smile Yoongi has seen in a long time.  He’s shamelessly thought of Jungkook late at night before as he fucks down on his dildo, trying his best to muffle his moans so his kids don’t wake up.  However, Jungkook has stated before that he doesn't like omegas. 

It’s not his fault, of course.  When he was a teenager, he fell in love with his omega best friend. 

But his parents forced him to marry his alpha ex-wife and now his omega won’t allow him to bond with anyone who isn’t an alpha. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing back here?”  Yoongi asks him with a smile, leaning against the only tree in his backyard. 

“Figured I’d help my cute, elderly neighbor with his watering.”  Jungkook turns around and flashes Yoongi that gorgeous smile.  Yoongi tries his best to remove his smile, but there’s something about Jungkook that has him completely unable to. 

“You’re such a fucking brat,” Yoongi teases. 

“You look really good today, hyung.”  Jungkook muses, something in his eyes that Yoongi hasn’t seen before. 

“I’m pretty sure I have snot on my cheek and some of Soobin’s breakfast on my shirt.”  Yoongi looks down at his shirt and sees that, sure enough, he does have a bit of dried breast milk on his shirt.  He sighs as he does his best to wipe it off, but gives up quickly.  He’ll just have to change. 

“Let me try,” Jungkook says quietly, suddenly standing over Yoongi.  He brings a finger to his mouth and gets it wet before attempting to rub the milk from Yoongi’s shirt.  His fingers brush against Yoongi’s nipple and he has to bite back a moan.  “You’ll have to change your shirt, I think.”  Jungkook muses as he continues to rub his finger into Yoongi’s shirt. 

“I think you’re making it worse,” Yoongi replies quietly, struggling to get his words out.  What the fuck is happening right now?  Jungkook lets go of Yoongi’s shirt slowly, his eyes slowly crawling up Yoongi’s body. 

“Hyung,” he all but whispers. 

“Yes Jungkookie?” 

“I think my heat is coming on.”  His eyes snag on Yoongi’s lips.  Yoongi takes a deep breath, finally aware of what is happening.  His eyes go wide as he smells Jungkook’s arousal, something he’s only smelled a few times before.  It makes him groan as slick starts to leak from his hole. 

“Are you going to visit a hotel?” 

“No.  I usually just endure it at home.”  Jungkook’s hand comes up to Yoongi’s cheek but he hesitates for a moment before dropping it to his side.  “I think I should go,” he says suddenly, his eyes finally meeting Yoongi’s.  “I’m so sorry for this, hyung.”  Jungkook turns around to jump the fence, as he always does, but Yoongi stops him by grabbing his arm. 

“Jungkookie, do you need help?”  His eyes drift down Jungkook’s naked chest and down to Jungkook’s growing arousal in his pants.  They snap back up to Jungkook’s face just in time to see Jungkook nod. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea, hyung?”  He asks, stepping in closer to Yoongi and boxing him against the tree. 

“I’m just helping you through your heat, right Jungkookie?”  Jungkook nods furiously as he leans forward and brushes his nose against Yoongi’s scent gland.  This time, Yoongi doesn’t attempt to quiet the moan that erupts from his lips.  It’s been  so long  since he’s been touched like this, touched in a way that carries something besides “let me put a baby in you.” 

“I wish I could be more for you, hyung.  You’re so beautiful.”  Jungkook whispers into his neck, licking the skin. 

“It’s okay, Jungkookie.” 

“I want you, hyung.”  Jungkook presses himself against Yoongi, his hands coming up to grab Yoongi’s small breasts as his cock grinds against Yoongi’s abdomen. 

“Then have me, Jungkook.  Please,” Yoongi whines, flipping himself around.  One of Jungkook’s hands stays on his breast, gently squeezing it while his thumb flicks his erect nipple.  He hadn’t worn a bra today, had been too lazy.  Now he was thanking whatever gods may be real over the decision.  He reaches down and pulls his shirt up.  Jungkook takes the hint and his rough hands are on Yoongi’s naked breast a moment later, pinching his nipple.  Yoongi can feel the milk that drips out, his omega practically purring at Jungkook’s light moan.  Jungkook presses himself against Yoongi, his erect cock pressing into his now-wet shorts.  Jungkook’s free hand reaches down and pulls Yoongi’s shorts and panties down.  He gathers some of Yoongi’s slick onto his finger before slowly pressing a single finger into Yoongi’s tight hole.  Neither of them says much as Jungkook opens him up in the backyard for their neighbors to see.  The second finger has Yoongi moaning and pushing his ass back against Jungkook.  The third finger is almost too much for the older omega, his body not used to having something so hot inside in recently. 

“So pretty,” Jungkook groans as he flips Yoongi around and his mouth latches onto Yoongi’s free breast.  “Taste so good,” he moans around Yoongi’s nipple. 

“Holy fuck,” Yoongi groans, throwing his head back against the tree.  Jungkook stays like that for a few minutes, pumping his three fingers in and out of Yoongi’s ass while he sucks milk from the omegas tit.  “Jungkook, please,” Yoongi whines as his cock leaks precum onto the ground.  Jungkook just chuckles, releasing Yoongi’s breast from his mouth. 

“I wish I could be with you,” he whispers into Yoongi’s ear before trailing kisses down Yoongi’s neck and gently biting at Yoongi’s scent gland.  Yoongi moans loudly this time, his hips jerking forward.  “You’re so wonderful, hyung.”  Then, without warning, Jungkook picks Yoongi up and pushes him against the tree.  Yoongi’s legs automatically wrap around Jungkook’s waist and a moment later, Jungkook’s cock is prodding at Yoongi’s wet hole.  “I don’t have a condom, hyung.” 

“It’s okay, Kook.  I can’t get pregnant.”  Jungkook lets out a sad cry that Yoongi does his best to quiet with a kiss.  “Fuck me, Kook.  Please.” 

Jungkook just nods as he returns the kiss.  Yoongi can feel Jungkook’s cock start to push into him and for a moment, panics. 

Jungkook is in heat .  For now, he’s okay with fucking Yoongi but eventually, he’s going to need to be fucked.  Yoongi hasn’t topped in so long, he’s sure he’s forgotten all of it. 

Then Jungkook moans in his ear. 

“Yoongi-hyung, you feel so good.  So fucking tight.  Wish I could keep you forever.”  Yoongi hadn’t even realized that Jungkook was fully engulfed inside him, too busy panicking. 

“Then keep me for now, Jungkookie”  Yoongi tells him, their eyes meeting.  Jungkook gives him a fond smile before slowly thrusting up into him.  They get lost in each other for a few minutes, Yoongi doing his best to hold onto Jungkook who is thrusting up wildly into him.  They find a natural pace and soon, Yoongi can feel his orgasm building up. 

It’s too early. 

But what can he expect?  It’s been so long and Jungkook is looking at him like he’s everything . 

“Hyung, I’m close,” Jungkook whines as his thrusts start to become more erratic.” 

“It’s okay, baby.  I’m close too.  You’re so good, Jungkookie.  So good for me.”  Jungkook whines and a moment later, his hips stutter up into Yoongi.  Yoongi feels the hot, sticky liquid shoot inside him, making him warm and cozy.  God, he’s missed this.  Jungkook’s grunts start to die down as he empties himself inside Yoongi, his arms straining to keep Yoongi up. 

“You can put me down, baby.  You’re going to need more,” Yoongi tells him fondly.  Jungkook just nods as he sets Yoongi down on the ground.  Yoongi straights his shirt as he steps out of his shorts and panties, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and leading him into the living room.  Jungkook stumbles for a moment over his own jeans but eventually gets them kicked off.  They’re somewhere under the dining room table, but they’ll find them later.  Thank goodness the kids are down for a nap or he’d have to leave Jungkook hanging.  Yoongi pushes Jungkook down onto the couch and climbs over him, gathering some of his own slick onto his finger before he carefully pushes his finger into Jungkook. 

“I got off earlier today,” Jungkook admits when Yoongi’s first finger slides in without hesitation. 

“Such a good boy, aren’t you Jungkookie?”  Jungkook nods as Yoongi pushes another finger inside him.  The second finger barely meets any resistance as Yoongi starts to scissor him open. 

“Who did you think about earlier, hmm?  While you were fucking yourself on that pretty dildo?” 

“Seokjin-hyung,” Jungkook moans as Yoongi brushes against his prostate.  Yoongi lets out a surprised “oh” but his hand doesn't falter. 

“You think he’d be a good alpha for you, hmm?”  Jungkook’s entire body shudders, drawing a fond smile from Yoongi’s lips. 

“The best.” 

“Wish I was him?”  Jungkook’s eyes pop open and they make eye contact.  “Wish I was a big, strong alpha who could knot you?” 

Jungkook shakes his head.  “I like you too, hyung.  I like that it’s you.”  Yoongi leans in and gives him a gentle kiss on the lips.  He pulls back quickly and repositions himself, sitting on his knees and pulling Jungkook’s ass onto his lap.  They don’t say another word as Yoongi’s third finger is pushed inside him.  He’s not sure if it’s because Jungkook was already prepped from his dildo this morning or because of his scissoring, but the third finger barely meets any resistance.  Jungkook’s moans echo through the small home, whiny and full of lust.  He takes in how wrecked Jungkook already looks, the way he’s biting into Yoongi’s (probably dirty) couch cushion and his chest is flushed red.  He pulls out his hand, much to Jungkook’s frustration and lets out a quiet chuckle when the omega whines. 

He positions himself with haste and pushes in slowly, Jungkook swallowing him up hungrily.  Jungkook cries out, voice mostly muffled by the pillow, and does his best to push back onto Yoongi’s cock. 

Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle as he starts to thrust slowly, taking the time to memorize how beautiful Jungkook looks right now.  The mole under his lip is shining with sweat and Yoongi wants to nibble on it, something that doesn't seem weird at the moment.  He starts to pick up his pace when Jungkook whines at him and after a few minutes, he’s jackhammering into the beautiful omega.  His nails are digging into Jungkook’s hips as he holds him down, Jungkook’s ankles are digging into Yoongi’s ass, Jungkook’s plump cheeks are resting on Yoongi’s thighs and slick is practically pouring onto Yoongi’s legs.  His knees burn from the friction and sweat and slick, but everything is also so... wonderful. 

“‘M close, hyung,” Jungkook whines, his hands awkwardly grabbing at anything within reach.  Yoongi’s glad he positioned himself this way; he’s not sure he could handle Jungkook bringing him down for a kiss or whispering in his ear. 

“Whenever you want, baby.”  Yoongi, giving the omega a smirk, repositioning himself.  He slips out of Jungkook as he pulls his legs out from under him and, with a fear deep inside his chest, lays over Jungkook.  Jungkook wraps his legs back around Yoongi and Yoongi easily slides back inside his heat.  The new position allows Yoongi to fuck into Jungkook harder and faster than before.  Jungkook’s hand quickly reaches up to play with Yoongi’s nipples, causing Yoongi’s tits to leak onto Jungkook’s chest.  Jungkook moans heartily as he watches Yoongi’s milk land on his sweaty body. 

Jungkook is whining and moaning underneath him when Yoongi shifts himself just slightly, his knee pressing into a toy hidden under the couch cushion. 

He’s not prepared for the way Jungkook screams, luckily muffled as he slaps his hand to his mouth.  He’s not prepared for the feeling of Jungkook’s hot sticky cum to splash against his chest, the way he suddenly becomes almost unbearably tight. 

Yoongi, who just a moment ago hadn’t thought his orgasm was near, suddenly feels himself releasing into the omega underneath him. 

They both stop moving as their orgasms overtake them, their bodies still twitching and their chests heaving as the only sound in the living room is their heavy breathing.  “Wow hyung,” Jungkook mumbles as Yoongi falls on top of him.  “That was really fucking amazing.” 

“You’re a great partner, Jungkook.”  Jungkook chuckles and noses at Yoongi’s scent gland. 

“I’m sorry,” he starts to say but Yoongi picks himself up and quiets him with a quick kiss. 

“Don’t.  Omegas do this all the time, right?  You’re one of my best friends, Jungkook.  Don’t be sorry, okay?” 

“Okay,” Jungkook mumbles quietly. 

“It’s too bad your omega won’t let you mate another omega though,” Yoongi muses.  “You seem to really like breast milk.” 

“Oh my god hyung, shut up!”  Jungkook giggles as Yoongi slowly climbs off him. 

“I could pump some for you, for your morning coffee.” 

“So I can ruin my couch by covering it in slick?  No thank you.” 

“You won’t ruin your couch,” Yoongi replies with a laugh.  “Unless your slick is, like, filled with acid.  Which I hope to god it’s not, otherwise I’m going to lose my legs.” 

“Oh my god,” Jungkook whines.  “I’ll pay to clean your couch, I’m so sorry!”  He throws an arm over his face, looking embarrassed.  Yoongi just laughs as he grabs a few washcloths from the kitchen and gets them wet, bringing them back to Jungkook.  They clean themselves up quietly and find their clothes. 

“It’s absolutely insulting that you look like that and I look like this ,” Yoongi chuckles as he eyes Jungkook’s firm ass from behind. 

“You look perfect, hyung.”  Jungkook tells him, his voice full of sincerity.  “I wasn’t lying or lost in lust when I said I wish I could be with an omega.  You’re perfect.”  Jungkook grabs his pants and turns around, eyes gazing at Yoongi softly.  Yoongi can feel his cheeks getting hot, a blush slowly creeping across his face.  “You know how much it sucks to have a crush on your hot neighbor but your omega won’t let you do anything about it?”  Jungkook closes the space between them, hand gently caressing Yoongi’s face.  “I can’t wait for you to find someone, hyung.  Someone who treats you right and doesn’t care about what your body can’t do.  They’ll love you for you and love Yeonjun and Soobin as their own.” 

“When did you get so sappy?” 

‘It’s the heat,” Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead. 

Then they suddenly hear a cute giggle coming from upstairs. 

“Oh shit,” Yoongi snaps, running outside to grab his spoiled clothes.  He dresses quickly and rushes back inside.  He grabs the cushions from the couch and throws them in a bag in the garage.  When he comes back inside, he finds Soobin in Jungkook’s arms, the two of them laughing as Yeonjun makes funny faces at Soobin. 

Jungkook will make such a good parent.

 ~ August ~  

“Yoongi!  Finally!”  Seokjin wraps Yoongi in a tight hug immediately, squeezing him until he's uncomfortable. 

“You’re just lucky Jungkook could babysit,” Yoongi grumbles as he tosses his bag into his locker and readjusts his bralette.  Soobin hasn’t been breastfeeding for a month and Yoongi’s breasts are finally getting smaller.  He was able to throw out his bras and now tends to wear a silk bralette with absorbent pads, just in case.  His doctor said he’ll be back to normal soon, but the time frame is different for everyone. 

“How is Jungkook?” 

“Why don’t you just call him and ask?”  Yoongi snorts, rolling his eyes. 

“I don’t want to seem clingy,” Seokjin pouts as he leans against the locker next to Yoongi. 

“Because harassing me at work is a better option.” 

“I really like him, Yoongi.” 

“He likes you too, idiot.  You’ve been on four dates; I think it’s okay if you call him.” 

“You sure?” 

“Positive.” 

What Yoongi won’t tell Seokjin is that he and Jungkook had this exact same conversation last night.  Jungkook snuggled up with him on the couch after the kids were asleep.  They ate ice cream and discussed their love lives; Jungkook gushed about how kind Seokjin was and how amazing their date had been.  Seokjin had taken Jungkook on a hike where they watched the sunset.  Afterward, they’d gone to a frozen yogurt place where they talked and joked around for nearly two hours.  Yoongi was happy for his two best friends, he was. 

But when Jungkook had asked him how his date had gone, his story had a lot less cute moments and was instead just a giant shit show. 

“I showed up to the diner about five minutes early and ended up waiting for him.  He was half an hour late.  Then, when he gets there, he doesn’t match his photo at all.  I should have just got up and left after that, but I stuck around.  He tried to rub his foot on my dick twice during dinner and wouldn’t stop telling me how hot I was.  Then, while I was waiting for my cab?  He pushes me against the wall and asks me if I’ll blow him.  Right there!  I shoved him away and told him to fuck off.” 

“What an asshole,” Jungkook growls, instinctively snuggling in closer to Yoongi. 

“Ehh.  It’s whatever.  Tell me more about your time with Seokjin-hyung!” 

Those two idiots were made for each other. 

Yoongi gives himself one final look in the mirror in the staff room before he takes a deep breath.  “Is it busy?” 

“Nope.  There’s some festival or something downtown so we’ll probably be dead all night.” 

“Good.” 

The first ten hours of Yoongi’s shift fly by.  They see a small surge in customers half an hour after the festival ends, but as Seokjin predicted it stays pretty slow.  He has a few cranky customers but all it takes is a soft smile and some free drinks to soothe them over. 

He’s in the middle of his break when Seokjin comes bursting through the door. 

“I know you’re on break, but we just got this really big group.  I’ll split the tip with you, but can you help anyone else that comes in?” 

“Is there anyone else out there?” 

“No,” Seokjin replies quickly. 

“I’ll listen for the bell,” he tells Seokjin grumpily, rolling his eyes at Seokjin flashes him a gorgeous smile and leaves the room.  Not two minutes later, the stupid bell above the door chimes, signaling a customer has arrived.  He puts his book back in his locker and straightens his outfit before taking a deep breath and leaving the staff room.  He sees two men standing at the hostess stand and puts on his best customer service smile. 

“Just you two?”  He asks with a smile, grabbing two menus. 

“There will be five of us, actually.” 

“Wonderful.  Follow me.”  He takes the two men to a spot as far from the large party as he can, sitting them down at a booth wedged in the corner.  “Anything to get you started?” 

“Just waters for now.” 

“Sounds good.  I’ll be right back.”  Within two minutes, he’s on his way back to the table with a tray of five glasses of water.  He’d heard the bell chime just before, but he paid it no mind.  He comes around the corner leading to the dining room when someone slams into him, sending the waters straight into his face.  It seems like time stands still for a moment as Yoongi is drenched in ice-cold water, his eyes slitting into a glare as he hears a “holy fuck, I’m so sorry!” from in front of him. 

“Is it really that hard to watch where the fuck you’re going?  This area is for employees only and you sure as  fuck  aren’t an employee.”  Yoongi leans down to grab the tray and cups, only to headbutt the fucking moron who just ran into him. 

“I can help,” the man says. 

“You’ve helped enough, don’t you fucking think?  The bathroom is right next to the entrance.  There’s a neon sign.  So, unless your ass is blind, I think it’s best you leave this area  right fucking now .”  Yoongi hears the man grumble what sounds like an apology before he turns around and walks back through the door that has a giant ‘employees only’ sign on it. 

Yoongi picks up the cups and tray and tosses them in the sink. 

“Don’t worry about moping it up,” the cook, Moonbin, tells him.  “I’ll get it.”  Seeing Moonbin’s gentle smile calms Yoongi down a little bit, but he’s still fucking seething . 

“You’re the best, Binnie.” 

“I know,” Moonbin replies with a wink.  “Jihyo always keeps a spare shirt and skirt in her locker.” 

“A skirt?  Fuck.  I’d rather wear these soaked pants.” 

“I think Kai keeps a pair of pants in his locker, but I’m not sure.” 

“Thanks Binnie.  Even just a top will work.”  Yoongi makes his way back into the staff room, groaning when he looks in the mirror.  His shirt is clinging to his skin, his sky blue bralette obviously visible and also soaked.  His nipples are hard from the cold water and he’s so glad Moonbin didn’t say anything because Yoongi would have died from embarrassment. 

He looks in Jihyo’s locker and finds a clean shirt but unfortunately, it’s a size too small.  He puts it on anyway, knowing that he’s going to look ridiculous.  His small tits are accentuated in the top and without a bralette, Yoongi feels like everyone and their grandparents will think he’s being a tease or a slut.  Unfortunately, thanks to some fucking moron out in the dining room, he has no choice. 

He finds a pair of pants in Kai’s locker and luckily for him, they fit just fine.  They’re a little long but after he rolls the legs up a few times they’re much easier to walk in.  He checks JIhyo’s locker for a sweater but only finds a yellow cardigan.  It’s better than exposing himself to random customers for the rest of the night, so he throws it on and buttons it up as much as he can.  A quick check in the mirror shows Yoongi that the outline of the top of his breasts are still visible as if he was wearing a bralette, but the cardigan covers up his nipples and everything underneath. 

“Guess this will do,” he grumbles to himself as he heads back out.  He finds five glasses of water already on a tray and gives Moonbin a soft smile.  “You sure you’re married?”  He teases the alpha as he grabs the tray. 

“Jihyo has never said we were exclusive,” Moonbin laughs back. 

“Thank you, Binnie.  You’re seriously the fucking best.” 

“Make sure that guy tips you extra.” 

Yoongi chuckles as he slowly and cautiously makes his way back to the corner table. 

“...it was so embarrassing.” 

“You’re such a clumsy idiot,” someone laughs. 

“He wouldn’t even look at me!”  Another man groans. 

“You’ve got to start reading signs on doors, Joon.” 

“He’s going to poison my water.” 

“You’d deserve it too.”  A moment later, Yoongi is at the edge of their table, dishing out water.  All five men are here now and by the sounds of it, the moron who ran into him earlier is at this exact table. 

“Sorry for what our friend did,” one of the men says.  Yoongi holds his breath as he plasters on a smile and looks up.  “He’s the clumsiest person to ever exist,” the man in front of him says, giving Yoongi a sincere smile.  The man's eyes nearly shut as he smiles and Yoongi thinks that’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. 

“It happens all the time,” Yoongi replies with a chuckle.  “Do you need more time to look at the menu?” 

“We’re ready,” the alpha with the cute smile tells him and the table starts to rattle off their order.  It’s not until Yoongi shifts and looks at the other side of the booth that his heart lurches in his chest. 

The omega in front of him looks so familiar but he can’t quite place it. 

It’s not until he starts his order that Yoongi puts it together, much to his own dismay. 

Hoseok. 

Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t look up from his menu, too engrossed in his order to see Yoongi.  The man next to Hoseok orders almost the exact same thing as Hoseok and ends his order with a gentle apology. 

Then Yoongi shifts to look at the last person. 

The man is staring down at his menu, his cheeks bright red and his voice low and quiet as he orders.  His voice sounds familiar but Yoongi thinks it’s just because this is obviously the idiot who ran into him earlier. 

“Fries or potato wedges with that?” 

Then he looks up. 

Directly into Yoongi’s eyes. 

Oh holy fuck . 

How is he still so gorgeous? 

“Y-Yoongi?” 

“Of course you’re the idiot who ran into me,” Yoongi replies softly with a sigh.  “You obviously never grew into those legs.” 

“I tried,” Namjoon replies, his voice full of awe. 

He’s staring at Yoongi like he just found a treasure chest full of gold. 

It’s almost too much. 

It  is  too much. 

“So just fries?”  Yoongi asks him, his voice monotone again. 

“Yeah.  Fries.  Sure.” 

“Perfect.  I’ll get that out to you guys soon.”  Yoongi gives them a nod before he spins around and walks away, rushing into the kitchen as soon as he’s out of the sight of that stupid table with that stupid man. 

“You okay?”  Moonbin asks him as he rushes past him. 

“Fine,” Yoongi shouts as he hands Moobin the tables ticket and rushes into the staff room. 

Kim Namjoon. 

Is here. 

In Yoongi’s restaurant. 

And he’s an omega?! 

What in the fuck?

 ~ August | Literally Seconds Later ~  

“You okay, Joon?”  Jimin asks, extending his hand across the table and squeezing Namjoon’s fingers. 

“Yeah.  Fine.  Sure.” 

“We can leave,” Taehyung chimes in, looking concerned. 

“Leave?  What?  No!  I spilled water all over his clothes.  He had to change into stuff that obviously isn’t his.  We’re staying and we’re tipping really well,” Namjoon tells his friends, his face covered by his hands. 

“I forgot that he presented as an omega,” Hoseok ponders as Taehyung squeezes his hand from under the table.  “He looks really good.” 

“Can we not talk about him?  Please?”  Namjoon whines, throwing his head back against the booth.  “How does he still look so fucking good?  How is this possible?” 

“Wait so you don’t want to talk about him or you do what to talk about him,” Taehyung asks with a chuckle. 

“Because I definitely want to talk about how fucking cute he is,” Jimin responds with a smile.  “He looks and smells like he’s had a couple of kids and my alpha is going feral just thinking -” Much to the surprise of everyone at the table, Namjoon lets out a low growl.  He immediately raises his head, his eyes wide and his hands now grabbing at the front of his mouth.  He starts to shake his head quickly. 

“Oh my god,” he groans as everyone laughs at him.  “This can’t be happening.” 

“You’re probably still in love with him,” Hoseok teases, leaning over and bumping Namjoon with his shoulder. 

“I hadn’t even thought of that,” Jimin shouts excitedly, wiggling in the booth. 

“Am I missing something?”  Taeyong finally asks, looking confused.  “I think I’m putting it together but can someone explain this to me?”  Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jimin burst into giggles while Namjoon just groans again. 

“When Joon over here was a teenager, he dated this guy.  He was totally in love with him, all ready to mate and get married on his eighteenth birthday.  Then their parents moved to America and they fell out of touch,” Jimin explains, leaning over and kissing Taeyong’s cheek.  “They’ve talked to each other a few times over the years, but they were, like, random drunk calls and stuff.  Yoongi, our server and Joon’s first love, has always held a special place in Joon’s heart.  When he gets drunk, it’s always Yoongi that he talks about.” 

“Which is exactly why Mingyu broke up with him,” Hoseok chimes in with a smirk. 

“And Heechul, Sana, Dokyeom, and Jihoon,” Taehyung adds. 

“So you’re still in love with him and, what, this is the first time you’ve seen him in a long time?” 

“Since I was fifteen,” Namjoon groans, finally moving his hands from his face.  His cheeks are dark red and his eyes look like he’s on the verge of tears. 

“Oh fuck, that’s a long time.  And you still love him?” 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon groans.  “It ended so...not even horribly, but without any fanfare.  I moved to another country, sixteen hours away.  We tried; we really did.  But it didn’t take long for the time difference to kick our asses.  That was before all the technology we have now and our parents wouldn’t let us talk on the phone more than once a month and for only half an hour because of how expensive long-distance calling was.  I remember when my parents bought me an iPod nano for Christmas and I filled it with music that Yoongi recommended.  That music got me through some hard shit for seven years, until the iPod broke.  The last time we spoke on the phone sober was in 2006 and Yoongi spent the entire half an hour finding my house on Google Earth, which was brand new then.  It was a really sweet call, but I would have done it differently if I had known what was going to happen.” 

“Sounds like you’re still, at the very least, connected to him,” Taeyong replies softly. 

“Joon never really moved on,” Hoseok hums while scrolling his phone. 

“I just -” Namjoon’s interrupted by Yoongi carrying a large tray filled with food. 

“Please don’t get up,” Yoongi teases with a small smile when they make eye contact a moment later.  The table chuckles as Namjoon’s lips turn into a strange grimace.  Hoseok laughs as Yoongi starts to put their dishes in front of them. 

“Namjoon, you look like you’re in actual pain.”  Namjoon turns to glare at him, his angry eyes attempting to shoot lasers into his brother’s stupid head. 

“Do you guys need anything else right now?”  Yoongi asks, his voice sounding less strained than it had been earlier.  Everyone shakes their head except Namjoon.  Yoongi looks at him expectantly and Namjoon wants to melt. 

So pretty. 

“Could I get some ranch?” 

“I already brought you some,” Yoongi replies softly, pointing to the small dish to the left of Namjoon’s plate. 

“You remembered.” 

“What I remember,” Yoongi replies with a teasing huff, “is that you could never eat fries unless they were drenched in an ungodly amount of ranch.  That’s why your ranch cup is twice the size of Hoseok’s.”  Yoongi smiles down at Namjoon and for a moment, his stomach flutters.  He attempts to beat it to death with his thoughts but then Namjoon smiles and he’s  gone . 

“You’re the best,” Namjoon says, beaming at him.  Yoongi returns the smile, though it doesn’t cover his entire face like Namjoon’s does. 

“I’m going on break and my manager is with that large table, so if you need anything knock on the employee door.  The cook will grab me, okay?  Namjoon knows  exactly  where that door is.”  Yoongi tells the table, his voice sweet and more relaxed. 

As soon as Yoongi is out of earshot, Jimin tells the table “holy shit, he smells so good.”  Everyone laughs as Namjoon lets out another small growl and then immediately groans loudly. 

“Fuck me,” Namjoon whines as he shoves a fry into his mouth, a bit of ranch catching on his lip. 

“He wants to,” Jimin replies.  The entire table howls with laughter at Namjoon’s expense before they dig into their dinners. 

~ August | Literally Seconds Later ~  

Yoongi passes through the employee door and groans, stealing a cherry tomato from Moonbin’s vegetable table and pops it into his mouth. 

“Hard customers?”  Moonbin asks as he finishes plating an order. 

“Not in the usual sense.  Remember Namjoon, the guy I dated when I was a teen?” 

“I remember you telling me about him, yes.” 

“He’s here.  With his twin brother and their friends.  I haven’t seen him since I was seventeen and he’s just as fucking perfect now as he was then.” 

“What’s the issue?” 

“Really, Binnie?  The issue is that he exists looking at fucking delicious as he does and I let him go fourteen years ago.” 

“Silver lining?”  Yoongi groans as Moonbin gives him a bright smile.  “If you had Namjoon, you wouldn’t have Yeonjun and Soobin.” 

“I knew you were going to say that.  They definitely make it worth it, but part of me still wonders what if and then seeing him here, being a fucking idiot but a gorgeous fucking idiot, makes me think about all the plans I had back then.  Why didn’t I get that second job?  Why didn’t I scrape by better?  Did I really need that stereo in 2007?  Fuck no I didn’t.  That’s money I could have used to visit Namjoon.  Why didn’t I respond to that email?  That’s really the nitty-gritty of it, Binnie.  That fucking email.  He tried and I let him slip through my fingers.  Blamed it on being tired and then the next day I had to work a double and then before I knew it, it had been six months and I couldn’t respond after all that time.” 

“Reply now,” Moonbin tells him softly as he sets a few plates down on the landing and dings the bell. 

“What?” 

“Do you still have that email?” 

“Of course I do.  It’s a constant reminder of how stupid I am.” 

“Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t reply then.  Sometimes it doesn’t matter how much you love someone, but if the timing is wrong then it’s doomed to fail.  Maybe your time is now.” 

“Stop being so fucking wise, you asshole.  You’re literally one year older than me, not twenty!”  Yoongi groans as he pulls out his phone.  It doesn’t take him long to find the email.  He definitely did not save it to a special file listed ‘You Fucked Up’ all those years ago.  He reads over the short email and hits the ‘reply’ button. 

What the fuck is he going to say? 

Kim Namjoon,  

This reply is a few years later and that’s my fault.  I hope you’re doing well.  I hope you have a new email account because you’re just on the other side of this wall and I’d hate for you to see this today.  

Did you ever get your architecture degree?  I hope you did.  You’d be so amazing at it.  You’re amazing at everything you put your mind to, except apparently walking.  

I never got a degree.  I got married when I was twenty-three  and got pregnant when I was twenty-six.  I have two sons, Yeonjun who is almost five, and Soobin who just turned one.  Their father, Kibum, my ex-husband, left me when the doctors told me I was infertile.  Apparently two children just weren't enough for him.  It’s been a  hard last few months trying to balance work and being a single parent, but I’m lucky.  I have two really amazing friends, one of which loves to babysit and the other is my boss so he doesn’t fire me when I can’t come in.  

I hope you’re doing well.  I really do.  You’re so wonderful and a gift to this world.  I can’t find it in me to truly regret what happened between us because I have two beautiful boys now, but part of me has always wondered what would have happened if I had just responded to this email over a decade ago.  

Thank you for everything that you did for me.  For loving me.  For being my best friend for all those years and for not murdering me when I asked you out.  God, I was so scared I was going to ruin it all.  

I sort of did, didn’t I?  

I’d like to say it wasn’t worth it in the end.  Maybe we would have stayed in touch better as friends.  But you taught me how to love myself, even if I forgot for a little while.  

It was great to see you today, even if you did drench me with water.  It was great to see Hoseok too.  He looks happy!  I didn’t realize he liked men, that hypocrite!  

You’re still so fucking beautiful.  

It’s really not fair.  

-Min Yoongi  

When Namjoon’s phone buzzes in his pocket, he ignores it at first.  Jimin and Taeyong are busy talking about how gorgeous the other server is while Hoseok and Taehyung start offering more and more money to them to go ask the server on a date.  It’s entertaining and quickly took his mind off a certain omega. 

“You do it, Taeyong.  He’s probably not into alphas anyway.” 

“You’ve got to stop letting that one experience with Haechan get you down!  Lots of alphas like other alphas, same with omegas and betas.  Usually if they say ‘oh I don’t date other alphas’ it’s because of something traumatic that happened to them.  Except Haechan, he was just a jerk.  You know he married an alpha, right?  So all that talk was just horse shit in the first place,” Taeyong tells Jimin fiercely.  “Hot Server has been looking at you the whole time we’ve been here.  Not me, not Hoseok, you.  Alphas can sense other alphas much easier than omegas can sense omegas and you fucking know that.  He knows you’re an alpha and he still can’t take his eyes off you.” 

“Taeyong with the truth bombs!”  Taehyung laughs as he shoves a fry into his mouth.  Hoseok, a mouth full of burger, lettuce, and tomato can only nod in agreement. 

“If you ask that server out, I’ll ask for Yoongi’s number,” Namjoon says suddenly causing the table to quiet down. 

“Are you sure,” Hoseok asks, his food barely down his throat.  “That’s a big step.” 

“It’s fine.  If he says no, he says no.” 

“Deal,” Jimin says softly.  He motions for Taeyong to scoot out and then makes his way over to the server, who is standing at the register inputting the large parties order.  “Hello.” 

The man doesn't look up from the computer.  “Good evening.  What can I do for you?” 

“Well I was hoping to take you out later, if I’m being honest.  Maybe get some late-night ice cream?”  The man audibly chokes as he looks up and they make eye contact. 

“Take me out?”  Jimin nods.  “You don’t even know me.” 

“I’d love to get to know you, though.  You’re absolutely stunning,” Jimin hums, leaning against the counter. 

“I’m - I have - I’m not - Wow.  I can’t even talk.” 

“Is that a good sign?” 

“I sort of have a boyfriend?  Like, I’d love to go out with you.  I love ice cream and you’re fucking beautiful but I’m sort of seeing someone and we haven’t really talked about if we’re anything or not, but I don’t want to fuck that up.”  Jimin’s smile widens as the handsome alpha rambles. 

“You’re really sweet,” Jimin tells him.  “My name is Jimin.”  Jimin extends his hand, smiling as the alpha shakes it.  “Nice firm grip you have there.”  The man’s cheeks flush a deep red and it makes Jimin laugh. 

“I’m Seokjin.” 

“It was nice to meet you, Seokjin.  If you and that person don’t work out, I’d love to take you out.  You deserve to be spoiled.”  Jimin gives him one final smile before he turns around and goes back to the table.  He sinks down in the booth as his friends stare at him with questions in their eyes.  “He’s sort of seeing someone,” Jimin groans.  “Just my fucking luck.” 

“His loss.  Did you tell him you’re into poly?”  Taehyung asks. 

“Of course not!  That’d be kind of weird, right?  ‘Hey, I know you said you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you’re seeing someone but I’ll date two people at once so I don’t see a problem.’  That’s creepy.” 

“If you word it that way, yeah.  It is,” Hoseok laughs.  The table then turns to Namjoon, whose cheeks are now a deep pink.  “Your turn, bro!” 

“Fuck,” Namjoon grumbles as he slides out from the booth.  He makes his way over to the staff door and knocks.  The man who appears gives him a warm smile. 

“Looking for Yoongi?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Just a moment.”  The man lets the door shut and Namjoon can hear him shout to Yoongi, who must be further back in the store.  He anxiously fiddles with his sweater before remembering the notification from earlier.  He pulls his phone out of his pocket and sees he has a new email.  He locks his screen again and shoves the phone back in his pocket just in time for the door in front of him to open. 

“Oh.  Namjoon.  How can I help you?”  Yoongi asks, his gorgeous eyes looking up at Namjoon like he’s the prettiest thing Yoongi has ever seen. 

“I just - I wanted to ask you something.” 

“Is the food okay?”  Yoongi asks, cocking his head to the side. 

“It’s great.  You’re great.  I mean - your service is great.  This place is great.  Everything’s great.”  Yoongi lets out a quiet chuckle as Namjoon slams his mouth shut, his cheeks burning hot. 

“Ask me what you want to ask me, Namjoon,” Yoongi tells him, his voice soft and quiet. 

“Can I get your number or take you out for ice cream or something?” 

“Are you asking me on a date,” Yoongi muses, the side of his mouth twitching into a smile.  “Is this because of my email?” 

“What email?  No, it’s because I want to get to know you.  Again.  I want to be friends and I want us to be in each other’s lives.” 

“So you didn’t get my email?”  Yoongi asks with a laugh.  “I wasn’t even sure if you’d still have that account.” 

“Wait.”  Namjoon pulls out his phone and opens his notifications.  Sure enough, it takes him to his old email account.  The one he uses when he signs up for accounts that he knows he won’t stick with.  Right there in his inbox he sees an email from Min Yoongi, [email protected].  “Oh.  You emailed me?  Wait, this is from five minutes ago.”  He opens the email and reads it, talking out loud as he goes.  “I did get my degree.  That’s actually why I moved back, I got a job in Seoul.  Oh my god, I’ll never apologize enough for running into you earlier.”  Namjoon’s eyes dart from his phone to Yoongi’s face and back to his phone again.  Yoongi is still standing there, that same small, fond smile on his face.  “You’re married?  That’s awesome,” Namjoon tells him quietly, hoping his voice sounds happy and positive.  “Two kids?  I bet they’re ador - oh.  Recently divorced?  I’m sorry, Yoongi.  He sounds like a dick.  I always wonder too.  I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t move so fucking far away,” Namjoon states quietly.  “You didn’t ruin anything, Min Yoongi, you idiot.  You gave me something amazing.  You showed me what true love was and taught me to never settle for less, even though I definitely did a few times.  Hoseok is a fucking hypocrite and I tell him that every day.”  Namjoon finishes the email and looks down at Yoongi, his eyes glittering in the horrible diner light.  “You’re even more beautiful than you were the last time I saw you, Min Yoongi.”  They stand there for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes. 

“Take me out,” Yoongi says suddenly, his eyes finally moving away from Namjoon.  “I’m off work in an hour.” 

“I’d love to.” 

“Good,” Yoongi replies with a smile. 

“I’ll let you get back to your break.” 

“I’ll be over to refill your drinks in a few minutes anyway.” 

“Awesome.  Can’t wait,” Namjoon chuckles. 

“I’ll make sure to wait until you’re sitting though.”  Namjoon groans as Yoongi winks at him and walks away, the door, once again, shutting in Namjoon’s face. 

He goes back to the booth with a huge smile on his face. 

“We’re going out when he’s off work in an hour,” he announces happily.  The table cheers for him, and for the first time in a long time he feels  hope .

"Hey Jungkook?” 

“Hey hyung!  How's work?” 

“Good, it’s good.  Can you babysit for a little while longer?” 

“Of course.  Are you guys staying open late?” 

“No.  Remember Namjoon?” 

“Duh,” Jungkook laughs.  “The love of your life who lives in America.” 

“He’s here.  He’s in the diner and he asked me to go out with him after work.  I said yes.” 

“Oh my god hyung, that’s fucking amazing!” 

“Thanks Jungkookie,” Yoongi replies softly.  “Oh, and Jungkookie?” 

“Yes hyung?” 

“Text Seokjin.  You two are fucking idiots.” 

“Okay hyung,” Jungkook responds quietly, a smile obvious in his voice. 

“Gotta go.  See you later!” 

“Stay safe!  There are condoms in your car!” 

“There are  what  in my car?” 

“You’ve always got to be safe, hyung.”  Before Yoongi can ask Jungkook how he knows about condoms that Yoongi definitely did not put in his car, the brat hangs up. 

“I hate that kid,” Yoongi mutters to himself before shoving his phone back in his pocket.  The rest of the night goes pretty smoothly.  The large table left a huge tip and true to his word, Seokjin gave Yoongi half of it.  The minute Namjoon and his party leave, Seokjin raves about the hot alpha that asked him out and ponders for a moment if Jungkook would want to have two boyfriends.  He immediately talks himself out of asking the omega though, too scared at the idea of being rejected.  Seokjin is way too excited when Yoongi tells him about Namjoon and them going out after work. 

Then he gets the text from Jungkook. 

“Did you tell him to text me?” 

“Of course I did,” Yoongi groans, rolling his eyes as he locks the front door.  He can see Namjoon standing outside, leaning against a small black car.  He waves awkwardly and tries to hide his smile when Namjoon immediately waves back. 

“You’re going to let him fuck you, aren’t you?” 

“Seokjin!”  Yoongi shrieks as he spins around, eyes glaring into Seokjin’s soul.  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, to be honest.  Do I want him too?  Fuck yes I do.  Do I also want to be a fucking adult about whatever happens between us?  Definitely.” 

“Being in love has made you so soft.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Yoongi growls as Seokjin and Moonbin laugh.  It takes them another half an hour to clean the diner and finally be able to leave.  Yoongi had totally forgotten that he wasn’t wearing his own clothes, but it was too late now.  Namjoon holds the door open for him as he slides into the passenger's seat. 

“Where to?”  Namjoon asks once he gets inside the car and buckles in. 

“Do you really want ice cream or did you steal your friend's idea,” Yoongi asks him, his voice teasing. 

“I panicked, okay?”  Namjoon laughs.  “If you want ice cream, we can get ice cream.” 

“Two blocks north and then three blocks west is my favorite late-night ice cream shop.” 

“Then that’s where we’re going.” 

The ride to the ice cream place is quiet and Yoongi is thankful.  He’s got a million thoughts bustling through his brain and he needs a few minutes to calm down.  Once they arrive, they’re seated at a small table in the back.  Their server, a cute beta named Lisa, comes over and takes their order.  Yoongi’s not surprised when Namjoon orders a banana split, something they always used to share.  Yoongi orders a small cup of Rocky Road and once Lisa leaves, the air between them is quiet. 

“How long have you been back?” 

“A few months.” 

“How is your new job?” 

“Good.  Slow.  Since I’m still new, they’re not letting me do much.  I’m more of a glorified assistant at this point.” 

“A glorified assistant with the salary of a building designer?” 

“I guess it could be worse,” Namjoon replies with a laugh.  Lisa brings their ice cream over and they dig right in.  “So tell me about your kids.” 

Yoongi freezes for a moment, surprised by the words.  “Yeonjun is almost five.  He’s a fucking brat, but he’s pretty cute.  He has my nose, but otherwise, he looks exactly like Kibum.  Soobin is still a baby, but he can run and say ‘Dada’ and Jungkook is teaching him to use a fork and spoon when he eats.” 

“Jungkook?  Is that your boyfriend?”  Namjoon asks him, shoving a piece of banana in his mouth. 

Please say no, please say no, please say -  

“Jungkook is my neighbor, actually.  He watches the kids for me while I’m at work most days.  He’s actually sort of seeing my boss, Seokjin.  The other server tonight?  They’re in a weird “I want to date you but I’m too afraid to ask” limbo right now.” 

“Ahhh,” Namjoon sighs, the relief obvious in his voice.  It makes Yoongi smirk into his ice cream.  “That’s really cool, that he watches your kids I mean.  My friend, Jimin, was pretty disappointed that Seokjin turned him down.” 

“Seokjin used to be in a couple poly relationships when he was younger.  If Jimin is up for that, I can ask Jungkook what he thinks about it.  It never hurts to have them all hang out together and see if they click.  Some alphas can’t handle other alphas in the picture.  Jungkook’s omega can’t handle another omega, so two alphas would probably be fine with his omega.” 

“Jimin is definitely up for that.  Do you have a picture of Jungkook?” 

“Yeah!”  Yoongi pulls his phone out and shows Namjoon the photo Jungkook sent him earlier in the night. 

“Holy shit, he’s gorgeous.” 

“Right,” Yoongi laughs.  “Those are my dorks.  Yeonjun is on his back and Soobin is the one in the background, coloring on his wall.” 

“Do you own your home?” 

“I do.  Perks of being married to a rich alpha, I suppose.  When we divorced, I let him keep everything and only asked for support in the form of cash.  I didn’t want to end up having to pay someone to raise my kids for me, you know?  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  It’s a reality for a lot of parents, single or married.  I’m lucky, so fucking lucky.  Kibum was fine with giving me spousal support and paying child support, so I use that money to pay all the bills and buy the kids new clothes and essentials when they need it.  I got the job with Seokjin because I realized that I didn’t have any money for me .  I could ask for more from Kibum if I wanted to.  The judge made it very clear that the figure he had for our agreement was almost double what I actually asked for and that he’d approve of me asking for anything up to that number.  I just don’t want to rely on him for everything , you know?  I mean, I could just ask him for the mortgage payment and child support and cut the rest of it and just work, but I’d rather suck up my pride for a few years and watch my kids grow up a little more.” 

“That’s really smart though,” Namjoon agrees.  “My ex, Mingyu, has three kids with his wife and they both work full time.  Even then, Mingyu’s sister watches the kids but they pay her.  Mingyu wishes it could be different, but they can’t afford to cut their hours at all.” 

“It’s hard,” Yoongi nods.  “My mom always told me to marry rich,” he says with a laugh.  “I told her she was insane, but it worked out in the end didn’t it?” 

“You’ve got two beautiful kids, so I’d say yes,” Namjoon chuckles. 

They spend another two hours talking, ordering more ice cream until they’re so full they can’t stop giggling. 

“I had a great time,” Namjoon tells Yoongi as they slip into his car.  “Thanks for coming out with me tonight.” 

“I had fun too,” Yoongi hums.  “I knew I would.  I always have a good time with you, Namjoon.  Can I get your number?”  Yoongi picks at the skin around his thumb as he waits for Namjoon’s response, too nervous to actually make eye contact. 

“What?  You - you really had a good time?”  Namjoon stares at Yoongi’s profile, a smile tugging at his lips.  “I spilled ice-cold water all over you, embarrassed you, made you change into someone else’s clothes, then took you out to ice cream at one in the morning.” 

“I’ve had worse dates,” Yoongi quips back.  His eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s said and he slaps his hand over his mouth.  This time, Namjoon’s smile spreads across his face. 

“Oh, so this was a date?” 

“Was it?”  Yoongi asks timidly, finally turning to face Namjoon. 

“I won’t say it wasn't,” Namjoon replies quietly, his eyes glued to Yoongi’s face.  He doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable in any way, doesn’t want him to run away.  Not again. 

As if he could read Namjoon’s mind, Yoongi whispers “I won’t run away, Kim Namjoon.  I had a great time on our  date .” 

“So did I.” 

“I’d love to see you again,” Yoongi replies softly, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“I’d love that as well.  God, is this as awkward for you as it is for me?  I don’t want to mess this up.” 

“It’s not as awkward as it is anxiety-inducing.  I also don’t want to mess anything up.” 

“You could never,” Namjoon hums.  He awkwardly puts his arm down across the middle console and rests it right next to Yoongi’s thigh.  Yoongi grins as he intertwines their fingers, a quiet sigh escaping his lips.  “Your fingers are so long,” Namjoon whispers into the quiet of the car. 

“They’re not proportionate to my body size,” Yoongi laughs.  “Jungkook and Seokjin always make fun of me for my large hands attached to my small body.” 

“I like them.  Your hands, I mean.  Probably your friends too.  They’re probably cool.” 

“Hey Namjoon?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Take me out tomorrow night?” 

“Oh thank god,” Namjoon sighs in relief as they pull up to Yoongi’s car, parked at Seokjin’s diner.  “I was panicking thinking about how soon is too soon to ask you out.” 

“Let’s just be open and honest, okay?  We both have a lot of baggage and we’re getting to know each other again and it’s going to be a lot.  But I want this.  I want us.” 

“Me too,” Namjoon whispers, squeezing Yoongi’s hand.  They stare at each other for a moment before Namjoon giggles.  “You’re so fucking pretty.” 

“Give me your phone.”  Namjoon hands it over immediately and watches as Yoongi sends himself a message, his phone buzzing next to him.  “Pick me up at six?” 

“I’d love to.” 

“Bye Namjoon,” Yoongi whispers as he lets go of Namjoon’s hand and exits the car.  Before he shuts the door, he leans in and gives Namjoon a smile and a wave. 

“Bye Yoongi,” Namjoon sighs. 

Yoongi gets into his car and sinks into the seat. 

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. 

Fuck. 

Then he suddenly remembers that he never told Namjoon where he lives.  He shoots him a quick text with his address and smirks when Namjoon responds immediately. 

God, he’s so fucking gone and they’ve only been back in each other’s lives for just a few hours.

When Namjoon pulls up in front of Yoongi’s house, he sends Yoongi a quick text to let him know he’s here.  He gets a response back a few minutes later, apologizing and asking Namjoon to come inside.  He makes his way up the small walkway and knocks three times on the door.  “Come in,” someone shouts from inside the house, barely audible over a baby screaming.  He enters the house and the screaming slaps him in the face. 

“I’m so sorry, Namjoon.  He’s teething and nothing seems to be helping,” a tired-looking Yoongi says as he appears from a doorway. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Namjoon replies, taking his jacket off and setting it on the back of the couch.  “You look amazing.” 

“I have carrots in my hair and a gummy bear in my bra,” Yoongi replies fondly with a laugh, “but thank you.” 

Namjoon’s brain fritzes for a moment at the thought of Yoongi in a bra, but he pushes the thought aside.  “What can I do to help?” 

“Honestly?  I’m not sure.  He’s been crying like this for two hours and Jungkook isn’t answering my calls and if he can’t watch the kids, I can’t leave and I’m just stressed and I have no idea -”  Namjoon crosses the room and kneels in front of Soobin.  He starts to make funny faces at the baby, who's crying calms down a bit.  Soobin stares at Namjoon for a minute before he starts to giggle.  Namjoon, more than glad to help, continues to make face after face for nearly five minutes.  By the time he’s done, both Soobin and Yoongi are laughing and Soobin’s tears on his face have dried.  “How did you do that?” 

“No idea,” Namjoon laughs.  “My dad used to do that to me when I was a baby so I figured I’d try.”  Yoongi cautiously sets Soobin down and watches in awe as the baby runs over to where Yeonjun is playing in the corner, plopping down and joining his brother. 

“You’re magical,” Yoongi tells him, getting on his tippy toes to give Namjoon a kiss on the cheek.  “Are you okay with watching them for a few minutes while I go over to Jungkook’s and see what’s going on?” 

“Of c-course,” Namjoon stutters, completely thrown off by Yoongi’s kiss.   

“Boys, this is Namjoon.  I’ll be right back, okay?”  Yoongi speeds out of the house while Namjoon sits down next to the boys. 

“Who are you?”  Yeonjun asks, side-eying Namjoon. 

“Namjoon, a friend of your dads.” 

“He hasn’t dressed pretty in a long time.  Are you going to kiss him?” 

“Maybe.  Is that okay?” 

“Are you nice?” 

“Yes.” 

“Are you a liar?” 

“No,” Namjoon chuckles.  “I’ve known your dad since we were teenagers, you know.” 

“So you’re his friend?” 

“I think so.” 

“Can you promise me something, mister?”  Yeonjun asks, turning his body to face Namjoon. 

“Depends.” 

“Can you make sure Daddy doesn’t cry?  Alpha Daddy used to make Daddy cry a lot and I won’t like you if you make him cry.” 

“I’ll do my best to make sure he never cries.” 

“Okay!”  Yeonjun replies excitedly.  “I like you!”  Namjoon chuckles as Yeonjun turns back to his toys and joins Soobin in driving hot wheels around on the floor.  A few minutes later, an irritated Yoongi and a red-faced Jungkook come through the front door.  Yoongi stomps up the stairs and Jungkook slumps down on the floor next to Yeonjun, Soobin, and Namjoon. 

“You must be Namjoon.” 

“I am.  You’re Jungkook?” 

“The one and only,” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Why is Yoongi so angry?” 

“It’s just me.  I got...distracted and didn’t realize it was this late already.  I like to get here early when Yoongi is going somewhere to make sure he can get ready in peace.  I should have been here an hour ago, he told me this morning over coffee how excited he was about tonight.” 

“I’m sure you had a good reason -” 

“I was having phone sex with my boyfriends,” Jungkook groans, his cheeks flushing deep red again. 

“I didn’t realize you had any boyfriends,” Namjoon replies with a wink.  “I thought Seokjin hadn’t asked you out yet.” 

“Well Yoongi convinced me this morning to ask Seokjin about being poly and that lead to us tracking down Jimin and we all met for lunch and one thing led to another and we ended up back at my place, making out.  Then Seokjin had to go to a doctor's appointment and Jimin had to leave too and I was left just, horny as all fucks.  Then Jimin surprises me an hour later with a Skype call and they just spent the last hour and a half listening to me fuck myself on all my dildos while they told me how pretty I was.  Then Yoongi comes storming into my room as I’m coming down from my fifth orgasm and Seokjin and Jimin are laughing hysterically while Yoongi chews me out for not taking my responsibilities seriously and how he needs me to clean myself up and get over here so you can take him on a date and let him fuck you later.”  Jungkook groans when he realizes what he’s said, dramatically throwing himself onto the floor.  “Oh my god, don’t listen to me!  Please!  He’s going to murder me!” 

Namjoon laughs and opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by Yoongi coming down the stairs behind him.  He turns around and his jaw drops.  Yoongi looks  amazing  in a pair of tight white jeans and a thin yellow shirt, just tight enough that Namjoon can see the outline of Yoongi’s small breasts.  “Let’s go, Joonie.”  He barks, grabbing a blue cardigan from the closet.  “Yeonjun, Soobin, be good, okay?” 

“We’re always good,” a sassy Yeonjun tells his dad before blowing him a kiss.  “Love you Daddy!  Have fun, okay?” 

“I love you too, Yeonjun.  Don’t have  too  much fun!”  The baby hardly notices Namjoon and Yoongi leaving, too engrossed in climbing onto Jungkook’s back. 

“You still look absolutely stunning,” Namjoon tells Yoongi as he holds the door open for him.  Yoongi gives him a shy smile, his cheeks blushing pink. 

The date goes even better than Namjoon had expected.  They take a walk around a small park near Yoongi’s house.  Namjoon gets the courage to hold Yoongi’s hand about five minutes into the half an hour walk and it’s probably the best decision he’s made in the last twelve hours.  They watch a cute squirrel run around, darting from tree to tree before finally disappearing into a row of bushes.  Namjoon buys Yoongi an iced coffee that they end up sharing because whatever the fuck Yoongi ordered tasted delicious.  They discuss their pasts a bit, Yoongi’s marriage and Namjoon’s lack of intimacy since Mingyu.  It’s a deep conversation, not one most people would have on their second date.  But they’re not most people, are they? 

Yoongi confesses that he and Jungkook were intimate a few times, but that it was nothing more than pre-heat and heat sex.  Namjoon promises him that he doesn't care, that he trusts Yoongi with his life and that he’d never be that possessive and jealous person.  Yoongi softens up a lot after that, leaning into Namjoon more and more and flirting with him in a way that’s so obvious, even oblivious Namjoon can see it. 

After the park, they head to dinner.  Yoongi pays this time, calling Namjoon ‘a sweet baby’ and has a couple of glasses of wine.  If Namjoon thought Yoongi had been flirty before, he wasn't even sure what to call two-glasses-deep Yoongi.  Yoongi’s hands kept gravitating to Namjoon’s thighs, touches that had Namjoon willing himself to not get hard in the middle of the restaurant.  After dinner, Yoongi asks Namjoon to come back to his place. 

They’re barely inside before Yoongi pushes Namjoon against a wall and kisses him fiercely. 

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Yoongi whispers into Namjoon’s ear as he grabs Namjoon’s wrist and pulls him up the stairs.  Yoongi can’t take more than a few steps without spinning and pushing Namjoon up against the wall though, something Namjoon finds infuriatingly sexy. 

“Shouldn’t we be quieter,” Namjoon moans as Yoongi nibbles on his bottom lip. 

“Jungkook took the kids to his place.  We’re totally alone.” 

“Oh thank fuck,” Namjoon growls as he flips Yoongi around, slotting his leg between Yoongi’s thighs.  He can feel how wet Yoongi is, the smell of his arousal (cinnamon and rose) faint in Namjoon’s nose.  He’s never wished he could smell omegas better than he does in that moment.  Yoongi immediately rocks his hips against Namjoon’s leg, a loud moan erupting from his throat as his cock brushes against Namjoon’s thigh.  “You sound so fucking good,” Namjoon whispers in Yoongi’s ear, nibbling on his earlobe. 

“We can’t do this right here,” Yoongi whimpers as Namjoon reaches his hands down behind Yoongi and grabs his now-soaking ass. 

“I think this is a great place,” Namjoon replies softly with a chuckle, kneading Yoongi’s cheeks as the omega whines and rocks against him. 

“I really wanted to fuck you tonight,” Yoongi moans. 

“Then fuck me,” Namjoon teases.  Yoongi growls and pushes him away, grabbing his wrist.  They fly up the stairs and into Yoongi’s bedroom.  They undress quickly, each finding themselves in awe of the other's body. 

Yoongi can’t stop staring at how big  Namjoon is.  How big his thighs are, his chest, his shoulders, his cock . 

Namjoon can’t stop staring at how beautiful Yoongi is.  His beautiful legs, his perfect ass, his soft tummy that Namjoon just wants to bite , and his supple little tits. 

Oh my god , those tits.  Yoongi smirks as he pushes Namjoon down on the bed, crawling between his legs.  “You like what you see, baby?” 

“Fuck yeah,” Namjoon groans as Yoongi coats his fingers in his own slick and teases Namjoon’s puckered little hole.  He notices right away that Namjoon doesn’t produce nearly as much slick as Yoongi does, or any other omega he’s ever been with.  

“Me too,” Yoongi replies softly as he gently presses a finger inside Namjoon.  It’s tight  and Yoongi knows he’s going to have to go slow.  He works Namjoon open and watches the way the omega absolutely falls apart beneath him.  Namjoon’s grunts turn to whimpers and moans and by the time Yoongi has three fingers inside him, Namjoon is on the verge of tears.  “You look so gorgeous, Joonie.  So perfect.”  Yoongi tells him, leaning down and kissing his chest.  “Wish I was taller so I could kiss your stupid mouth though.”  Namjoon giggles just as Yoongi brushes against his prostate for the first time.  

“HOLY FUCK,” Namjoon screams, his giggle gone in an instant.  Yoongi smirks as he pulls his fingers out and slams them back inside Namjoon’s slicked up hole.  “Fuck me, please Yoongi.  Please.  I need you.  Holy FUCK,” he cries out when Yoongi presses into his prostate once more.  “Please,” he cries out, “I need you.”  

“Such a pretty baby,” Yoongi chuckles as he pulls his hand out and positions himself, wanting nothing more than to kiss Namjoon’s stupidly perfect lips.  “Wish I could kiss you,” he whispers as he slowly pushes himself inside.  Namjoon’s jaw drops in a silent scream as Yoongi pushes himself to the hilt.  His cock is nothing close to the size of Namjoon’s, more the size of an average omega cock than Namjoon’s should-be-an-alpha sized cock.  Namjoon, however, can’t tell the difference.  He loves the way Yoongi fills him up, like his cock is the perfect shape and size for Namjoon’s body.  Neither man says anything for a moment while Yoongi gives Namjoon time to adjust.  

“Fuck me,” Namjoon whines after a few minutes and Yoongi obeys.  He starts out slowly but Namjoon’s cries for ‘harder, faster’ spur him on.  It’s not long before he’s slamming into the perfect omega, both men moaning and whining as they do their best to praise each other.  Namjoon’s hands are gripping onto Yoongi’s shoulders so tight that he’s definitely going to have bruises, while Yoongi’s grip on his hips is definitely going to leave a mark.  

Namjoon’s orgasm surprises them both.  Yoongi brushes his prostate with his cock, a purposeful move in an attempt to hear Namjoon scream.  He screams, all right.  He screams and his huge cock spurts string after string of come onto their chests.  Yoongi attempts to slow down, but Namjoon whines and begs him not to.  

“Inside, please.  I need you to fill me up.  Please,” Namjoon sobs.  Yoongi just nods and focuses entirely on his own pleasure.  He focuses on how tight  Namjoon is, how perfect he sounds, the way his eyes glitter like stars in the moonlight between the cracks in the clouds on a hot summer's night.  “Yoongi,” Namjoon whines.  

“Yes baby?”  

“I'm still in love with you.  It’s always been you.”  

Yoongi’s orgasm rocks through him at Namjoon’s confession, his hot seed shooting into Namjoon.  He moans Namjoon’s name, loud and unashamed as he fucks his seed as far into the gorgeous omega as he can.  He knows that, realistically, he can’t get Namjoon pregnant, but that doesn’t stop his brain from telling him to try.  He collapses onto Namjoon’s sticky chest and they lay there like that for a few minutes.  Finally, Yoongi turns his head and whispers into Namjoon’s ear “it’s always been you too, Joonie.  Always.”  

~ April ~  

“Yoongi, baby, we needed to leave five minutes ago.”  Namjoon calls out as he puts his jacket on.  He can hear the water running so he knows Yoongi will be at least another ten minutes.  Part of him wants to go check on him, maybe get in the shower with him and wash his hair while Yoongi hums whatever song is stuck in his head today.

But they’re late and one of them needs to be the responsible one.

“”Yoongi, I swear to god if we’re later than Jimin, Seokjin, and Jungkook I’m going to be so -” Namjoon throws open the bathroom door and is assaulted by two things.

1. Steam.
2. Cinnamon and rose

He hears Yoongi whine as he takes his glasses off and does his best to wipe the condensation off of them.  “Are you seriously in here masturbating?”  Namjoon groans as he walks into the hot bathroom.  He throws open the shower curtain to find Yoongi a fucking mess .  He’s fisting his cute cock with one hand and fucking himself open with his other.  “Baby, what are you doing?”  Namjoon asks him softly, already in the process of taking off his jacket and sweater.

“‘M can’t help it,” Yoongi whines as his hips jerk forward.

“Why didn’t you just call me in here?”

“Didn’t want to bother you.”

“You never bother me, baby.  You know that,” Namjoon tells him fondly as he rips his socks off and jumps into the shower.  Yoongi whines, turning around and pawing at Namjoon.  His hand wraps around Namjoon’s cock and he stands up the tips of his toes to give him a messy kiss, full of love and want.  “You’re so pretty, baby, but this is going to have to be fast.  We’re already late.”

“I’ll be good,” Yoongi mumbles as he turns around and backs his ass into Namjoon’s soft cock.  He rubs himself on Namjoon until Namjoon’s cock is half hard while Namjoon pinches and pulls at Yoongi’s nipples.  Yoongi’s moans and whines drive Namjoon forward as he pushes his half-hard cock into Yoongi’s tight hole.  Yoongi moans as he rocks back onto Namjoon’s cock, doing his best to help him get fully hard.  It doesn’t take long with Yoongi’s pretty moans and his perfect little tush bouncing on Namjoon’s cock.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Namjoon moans as he pulls Yoongi up and gently nips at his neck.  Yoongi whines immediately, desperate for Namjoon to mark him again.  His cinnamon and rose scent is all Namjoon can smell now and it’s driving him wild .  He pulls out of Yoongi quickly, chuckling as Yoongi lets out a sob.  “Be patient, baby.  You’ve been such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward.”  He flips Yoongi around, grabs his legs and pulls him up against him.  Yoongi understands immediately, desperately trying to wrap his legs around Namjon’s waist as Namjoon slams him against the shower wall.  Yoongi sinks back down on Namjoon’s cock quickly and starts bouncing, desperate for more .  Namjoon whispers praises in his ears, doing his best not to buck his hips up and fuck into Yoongi with wild abandon.  This moment is for Yoongi, not Namjoon.  “You’re my needy baby, aren’t you?  So desperate for cock and we just made love an hour ago.  You wouldn’t even let me eat, just plopped yourself down on my lap.  Do you remember that, baby?  Remember how you begged me to fuck you at the dinner table?  Begged and whined and cried as I pushed you down so your face was flush with the table?  Hmm, baby?  Do you remember?”

“Yes,” Yoongi cries out, tears streaming down his face.  “Loved it so much, Joon.  I love you.”

“Or earlier today, hmm?  Remember when I woke up to your cock inside me?  Hmm?  You were fucking me while I was asleep, baby.  Didn’t even wake me up.  Just used me like a fucking cocksleeve, didn’t you?”  Yoongi hums and nods wildly, his eyes glittering.  “I love you too, baby.  I love you so much.”  Namjoon promises, his grip on Yoongi’s ass tightening as Yoongi’s bounces start to grow sloppy.  “Come for me, baby.”

Yoongi lets out a strangled cry as his orgasm overtakes him, his tight hole practically strangling Namjoon’s cock as strings of white shoot from Yoongi’s cock.  “I love you, I love you, I love you,” Yoongi rambles, his arms and legs wrapped around Namjoon so tight Namjoon could let go and Yoongi would be fine.  Namjoon peppers Yoongi’s face with kisses, returning the sentiment back ten-fold.

God, he’s so in love with this man.

“Can you two stop, please?”  Jungkook whines from across the table, throwing a fry at the couple.  It hits Yoongi in the cheek and bounces onto the table.  Namjoon quickly picks it up and tosses it back at the omega.   "You were late and now you won't stop being all kissy-kissy in front of all of us."

“Leave us alone, you fun-sucker,” Namjoon chuckles as he pulls away from his boyfriend, who whines and pouts at the lack of kisses he is currently receiving. 

“You’d think since you have two boyfriends, you’d just let us live in peace,” Yoongi grumbles as he takes a drink of his milkshake. 

“The baby hates seeing PDA,” Jungkook teases, rubbing his large belly. 

“Lying will send you to hell, Jeon Jungkook,” Taehyung teases as he snags a fry from Jungkook’s plate. 

Yoongi, still pouting, looks around the table.  It’s been two years since Namjoon came back into his life and he couldn’t have asked for a better life.  Namjoon is supportive and caring towards Yoongi and the kids.  Yeonjun and Soobin took to him quickly and were more than elated when Namjoon moved in with them four months ago.  He loves rolling over every morning and seeing Namjoon, already awake and staring at him.  They don’t take a single moment for granted, always making sure to be open and honest about everything for the sake of their relationship.  Sometimes it’s hard, like every relationship, but they always work it out. 

Their friends had also been having an amazing past two years. 

Taehyung and Hoseok had found a donor and Hoseok had their daughter last month.  Little Ember already has so much personality, so much like Hoseok when he was a baby. 

Jungkook was currently six months pregnant with twins and he has no idea who the father is.  They wanted it that way, the three of them.  They all mated after just a few months of dating and, while Yoongi had been cautious at first, it was obvious they were soulmates. 

Then there was Yoongi and Namjoon. 

They’d even found a donor for Namjoon to have a baby but eventually had changed their mind. 

What they hadn’t told anyone yet, though, was that they had gotten married last month. 

Oh, and that Yoongi is expecting. 

No big deal.