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Not to be dramatic, but Jungkook thinks he actually might die if he doesn't get to fuck Taehyung right now.

He's strongwilled so he manages to fight back his hard-on for as long as Taehyung's present but as soon as he's out the door, Jungkook's in trouble.

He's a decent (half) human being so he waits until he's sure Taehyung's far enough not to detect any changes in his smell. He then unclenches, letting his back fall against the wall and knees drop to the mattress, legs spread wide.

Blood must have surged to his crotch because his pants fill up immediately but his head's the one heating up, cheeks flushed with red and mouth dry. He goes to check his temperature with the back of his hand but it feels normal, meaning he's just as hot everywhere else.

It might not sound like a big deal but it's an actual problem. Betas don't have a clue, omegas probably think he's exaggarating and alphas often tell him how envious they are of the number of bodies he goes through when he's in rut and Jungkook, he doesn't bother explaining it to those who don't have the capacity to understand.

Fucking is nice but it's nice when it's fullfilling. When you have to go through a dozen of people for only a few short seconds of relief, that's when it becomes a chore.

Jungkook's in a lot of pain during rut and pain angers him so what he does is inflict pain on others. They should be aware by now, all of them that line up by his door, that most of those who tried him once chose not to come back.
He doesn't feel guilty about it then, when his mind is completely clouded with desire, but as soon as the ending nears and he sobers up, he's overwhelmed with guilt.

It often happens that doesn't remember much of what he did until he stummbles upon an acquaintance in the hallway and notices their neck covered in bruises and fear in their eyes.

So now that he places his hand over his crotch and feels absolutely nothing, Jungkook curses his his own fate. This won't go away with a simple jerking session.

He searches for his phone, fingers cramping as he feels up the bed besides him. The pain is spreading and fast but it has yet to become unbearable.

When he finds it he stares at the empty screen contemplating whether to call someone safe or someone right.

Taehyung's the one who caused this. He's the only kne who can fix this.

Groaning at the twitch if his hips-an immediate response to the image of his mate, Jungkook dials the first three digits and waits for his phone to pop up the rest. When a familiar name shows up, he calls.

His reponse is quick, almost immediate, and as much as Jungkook's grateful he can't bring himself to sound like it. He needs him here.

"Hello?"

"I need you." He says without further ado, undoing his pants as he speaks. By the time he has a guest over, he'll be nude and ready. "Now."

He hangs up the phone and tosses it over to Yoongi's bed, too sure of himself to doubt any more convincing will be needed. Jinyoung has yet to spread his legs for him but Jungkook has roughen him up a couple of times now and he didn't seem to mind.

Him knowing Jungkook has found his mate and only uses him as past-time obviously doesn't hit a nerve either because that boy keeps coming back for more and willingly, without Jungkook having to initiate contact or overexplain himself.

If only they were a match maybe Jungkook's life wouldn't be so damn hard.

He gets up to pull his shirt off but by the time its hooked over his elbows he changes his mind, hit by a strong scent of a ripe peach. He buries his head into it, sniffing like a mindless animal, completely unbothered with how crazy he must be looking with his arms up and face protruding through a flipped over shirt.

The smell makes his head spin, knees weaken and dick harden, straining against the undone zipper.

He pulls the shirt back down, deciding to keep it on, and then contemplates whether to do the same with his pants. They're uncomfortable, restrictive, but Taehyung's been sitting on his lap.

His pretty ass has been right there, pressed against Jungkook's thighs, just inches away from his crotch. If only Jungkook thrusted up a little, if only his hand slid down Taehyung's back and landed on his ass, maybe Taehyung's legs would spread, maybe he'd jerk forward, grind their crotches together.

Maybe slick would spill and stain the pants Jungkook's intensively staring at right now.

"Fuck." Jungkook downright moans at the filthiness of his intrusive thoughts, pulling the zipper down so it would not longer dig into his flesh but still refusing to take any of his garnements off.

He kneels back on the bed and gropes at the sheets, pulling them up just enough to be able to smell them better, addicted to the chemicals his brain produces in response.

He repositions himself again, scrammbles backwards so his feet are on his pillow and his face turned towards the door. He doesn't even look at it, let alone think about locking it before indluging in an indecent act that possesses his mind.

Jungkook lies down on stomach, whole body twitching with excitement. His face hovers over the spot he was seated on-Taehyung was seated on, eyes so close to the sheets that its pattern makes his head hurt. 

Arms up and spread, hands gripping at the edge of the mattress, Jungkook lets his eyes shut and buries his face fully into the inviting plush. He leaks as he inhales and his mouth falls open over a silent but sastified moan.

He picks his hips up and grinds them back down into the bed.

"Oh yes." He hisses at the sensation, rock hard cock sliding against the cotton of his briefs and over its elastic band, sneaking through the open zipper of his pants and onto the ruffled sheets.

Jungkook doesn't mind the amount of layers standing between him and pleasure, he doesn't care that the fabric bunches up and scratches on his bulking cock. His head is fully concentrated on Taehyung and all his hips do is follow the train of his thoughts.

If Taehyung smells like this on a regular basis, what would he smell like spread wide open on Jungkook's bed with his fingers shoved down his throat and a cock up his ass?

Jungkook's hips buck up and grind back down.

Or, even better, what would he taste like? 

He drools at the thought, fingers digging into the mattress, devastated they can't reach the omega. He'd pry him open so slowly, spread his cheeks so wide apart slick would be spilling out in streams.
Jungkook wouldn't even have to please him to get a taste. He'd just prop Taehyung's hips up and stick his greedy tongue out.

With his head positioned right, Jungkook could drink him up without ever laying his mouth on him.

The said mouth spreads to let him lap at the bed linen like a dog, drool spilling from beneath his tongue with every rock of his hips. He's losing it, face so deep into the mattress that he can barely breathe yet tongue so stubborn, so determined to taste the smell that it soaks the sheets within a minute.

Oh, to get his teeth on that scent gland, mark it for good, and then his lips on the source of this flavor, so sweet and addictive. Jungkook would love to enter Taehyung tongue first, have him squirt directly into his mouth, make his face all sticky with desire.

His legs shake all the way from those strong thighs to now clicky knees. He's struggling to bring his hips up, repeat the movement entirely familiar to him, so he does what he can; switching between dragging them up and down the bed and pushing them further in, sinking his cock into a resiliant mattress.

It doesn't feel particularly good but he has to settle for feeling anything for now, too desperate for relief to be acting picky. 

"God-" 

He slurrs his words, slurps loudly in between them, selfishly gulping down his spit as if it actually tastes of Taehyung. He's going to cum soon, he knows it by nothing else but how much time has passed since he's got hard. 

There's no buildup, no anticipation whatsoever-the heat has been inhabiting his stomach for a a while now. Jungkook doesn't inhance his movements nor does he slow them down after.

He doesn't even tense for the duration of his orgasm, he just spills inside of his clothes, eyes rolled back beneath the tightly squeezed lids. 

It feels like Taehyung has blessed him with his presence for a mere second before he's snatched right out of his arms and dissappearing into the dark.

Jungkook fucks Jinyoung three times that night before the boy reaches his limit and asks him, eyes teary, to please stop. 

He grabs him by the hair as soon as he knocks on the door and pushes him face down into the bed. He doesn't want to be looking at him, not when his body's aching for someone else.

Jungkook strips him bare so he could scratch and bite and squeeze and enjoy the results that stain the skin within minutes. He himself stays clothed, nose often stuck beneath the fabric of his shirt, taking a wiff of Taehyung with every inhale.

When the boy's limping on his way out, he feels just fine, not any better, grounded enough to take a cold shower and air the room out before his urges to call Taehyung become uncotrolable once again.

Yoongi walks in when he's already in bed, sheets fresh and neatly tucked into the mattress. His face scrunches with disgust as soon as he's past the door.

"Had a fun evening, I see."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at him in spite of staring at his phone screen, scrolling through Tiktok to distract himself from any intrusive thoughts.

"Don't ask."

"Oh, I won't." Yoongi reassures him as he places his fanny pack on the ground and sits on the edge of the bed to untie his shoes. "I was at Jimin's so.."

Jungkook feels his jaw clenching but bites his tongue before he speaks, determined not to allow this inexplicable surge of anger get ahold of him.

"So?"

"So.." Yoongi repeats with his voice higher, squeakier, entirely transformed by mockery, "I know Taehyung reeks of you."

All of sudden Jungkook has no interest in the snippet of an alpha podcast playing on his phone on mute. His eyes skip over to Yoongi and tongue falls flat over the bottom of his mouth, covering it whole.

"Yeah?" He asks dumbly, chest swelling with pride and his slacks with something far less honorable.
He's always been impulsive and he's never held any shame about it but he's witnessed himself becoming increasingly easy since the first time he smelled Taehyung and that's starting to worry him.

Unless Taehyung plans on switching on him soon so they can properly mate he might actually become the more vulnerable one and he has no clue how to go about it.

"Yes, Jungkook, and don't dare get hard about it." Too little too late, alpha thinks but stays still nevertheless, not risking to brush upon anything and develops a full hard-on. He can't afford to be getting rid of it now, it would take hours of continious effort. "Mind explaing that to me?"

Jungkook sighs, finally letting go of his phone for long enough to brush the hair out of his eyes. It's still wet and the sensation grosses him out but at least now it's fucking clean and not stinking of his and Taehyung's and Jinyoung's and God knows whose else pheromones.

"You know Bohyun?" Yoongi shakes his head, his bottom lip sticking out as he reconsiders. Jungkook's too impatient to wait and, knowing Yoongi, the chances of him recalling one of their many students are slim so he goes on, paying him little attention. "Doesn't matter. Taehyung caught his eye, apparently, so he brought two buddies with him thinking they'd be having a field day."

Yoongi rarely ever freaks out.

Like most alphas, his worries and fears are mostly centered around his mate, baby angel pumpkin doll as he sometimes calls him while Jungkook involuntarily vomits into his mouth.

So when his eyes widen like saucers Jungkook realizes he perhaps should have given him some more information on the incident.

"You didn't kill them, did you?"

"I've considered it." He admits, proud of his self-control yet regretful at the same time. As far as he's concerned, rats like that have no business walking around freely. "Didn't he tell you about it?"

He imagined Taehyung walking into the dorm distressed and carrying the scent of Jungkook around would raise some questions and Jimin was never the one not to pry. He'd be surprised if Taehyung got out without spilling all the details.

"He tried but he's..." 

Yoongi bends his hand at the wrist and waves it around in circles, trying to find the word that describes it but alpha's having none of it, scratching at Jungkook's skull repeatedly, demanding to do the questioning itself.

Jungkook does his best to keep it bay but his eyes turn fiercely red and his tone's urgent and demanding.

"He's what?"

"He's fine." Yoongi assures, both of his hands now gesturing for Jungkook to calm down. He must be familiar with the feeling himself because he speaks faster now and he's clear with it, knowing how quickly an alpha's worry could escalate and turn into something much more dangerous. "He's not scared nor disturbed. I'm just not sure he remembers anything that happened before you've laid your hands on him. Like, ever."

There's no time for Jungkook to appreciate the relief, not with the wolf pridefully howling inside of his head. He can barely hear his thoughts.

"Tell me." He immediately jumps forwards, bending at the waist and over his legs to be closer to Yoongi and look him in the eyes. This is of the utmost importance. Taehyung folded. He might have not shown it while he was here but, just like Jungkook, he folded, and someone has seen it, someone who could tell him all about it.  "You gotta tell me-"

"I promised I won't."

"I'm your best friend-"

"I promised Jimin."

There goes that

Jungkook groans, slamming both of his fists down on the mattress. Of course Jimin knew he'd ask, of course he wouldn't let Yoongi leave without making a blood pact first.

He couldn't break it even if he wanted to but Jungkook was entirely sure that Yoongi would keep his word to Jimin even if there was no blood involved. One's loyalty to their mate is unmatched.

"Fuck you both."

He actually could, with how much pent-up furstration he's got. He'd fuck them both as a form of revenge although he's pretty sure a little slut like Jimin would end up enjoying it.

"Jungkook." Yoongi all but growls, eyes flashing red in warning. "I can smell your thoughts."

It's a tricky position they're both in.

With his needs yet to be met, Jungkook's alpha unleashes at smallest of things, and even now, when he's undoubtedly in the wrong, it's hard to get him to back down. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, understands that Jungkook's not in his right mind right now and he must also be aware that he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against him, but with his omega's honor in question, he considers jumping him nevertheless.

"Sorry." Jungkook manages through clenched teeth, forcing himself back against the pillow and his body to relax. "I'm going insane." Yoongi nods in response, signaling he knows and understands but doesn't quite approve. Jungkook takes what he's given without further discussion. The last he needs on his plate right now is an argument with the only person there for him. "I know you can't tell me but.."

Yoongi puts his hand up, showing off a fresh cut on the side of his palm. Jungkook takes it in, nods, assuring him he won't have to say a word.

"He must have been so unusually gentle. Not like his usual self."

Yoongi's eyes widen as soon as he realizes what Jungkook's doing and he's quick to close them but not before Jungkook catches a glimpse of his irises reddening.

He's made a promise but he's an alpha nevertheless.

He must have been affected by Taehyung, one way or another, sensitive to his sweet voice and blissed out face. If Jungkook guesses right, the images will haunt him and his eyes will betray him.

He doesn't need to speak to share his experience with Jungkook. He'll lure the alpha out and communicate with it instead.

"Was he cuddly?" He continues, tilting his head to try to see more of Yoongi's face. "Did he arrange his pillows differently? Surround himself with them and nest inside?"

"Stop it." Yoongi orders but the voice gives him away, hoarse and thick with discomfort.

It eggs Jungkook on. He wants to know more, needs to hear the details of his omega's desperation to feel sane again.

"Did he ask for me?" Yoongi shakes his head but his throat bobs, failing to hide that there's more to say than just no. "But he must have talked about me at least."

He sits in silence, chest heaving as one with Yoongi's. He waits for the boy to open his eyes, give up on protecting the promise he's given and look him with those orbs red, matching his in hunger.

When he doesn't, Jungkook shoots his last shot.

"Did he ever refer to me by my name, hyung?"

Yoongi's cheek bulges out, tongue sliding over its inner side before it settles down, allows his teeth to immitate the action. He shakes his head, disappointed at himself for underestimating Jungkook, and opens his eyes to look at him directly.

He doesn't say a thing but he doesn't have to.

The only thing that can fire up an alpha so badly is an omega in need and it's now clear to Jungkook that Yoongi must have spent a few hours trying to contain Taehyung's raging reaction.

"Fuck."

He can see it too vividly, picture it just right; Taehyung, curled up and dazed and his, unconsciously calling him alpha.

If it was possible for a person to explode simply from the intensity of their feelings, Yoongi'd be cleaning him off the walls right now.

"Yes, fuck." He repeats, agrees, orders almost, picking himself off the bed and heading towards the bathroom. "If you two could, please, because I'm getting sick of this."

Jungkook never related to a sentiment more in his life.

The first time he sees Taehyung is in art class.

He's in his usual place, scribbling something in the corner of his notebook, waiting for the class to start. It's almost been day and he smells like Jungkook just the same.

Spotting an empty seat close to him, Jungkook heads towards it. He contemplates whether to greet him or not, taught by a former experience, but he doesn't yet decide when Taehyung's head jerks up and he shoots him a smile.

"Hey."

Jungkook doesn't often panic but he thinks he's about to.

The boy looks so soft, silk-like hair caught in between his fingers as he twirls it around, smile restless, lips pulling it tighter and back up again, widening to let the teeth peek out.

"Hey." Jungkook greets back, slumping down in his chair in an over-exaggarated way, trying to point out just how chill he is. "How are you?"

It's an unnatural question to ask someone he's not close to but he guesses they are now, whether they like it or not.

He stuffs his hands into his backpack in search for his inventory, avoiding to look at Taehyung for longer than necessary.

The sight could melt him.

"You're the one with a black eye."

Jungkook fights the urge to argue that his eyes are perfectly well and the flesh around his cut has only reached a shade of muddy green, laughing it off instead. He needs to learn how to relax around Taehyung and quickly, otherwise he'll risk them being stuck in a never-ending cycle of miscommunication.

"I'm fine." He reassures, placing his pencils in order over the desk, pretending to be fully focused on aligning them right while he comes up with something else to say. "You smell good."

It's a joke, kinda, because Taehyung really does, despite most of it coming from Jungkook himself.

It suits him differently, especially sage that Jungkook was never a big fan of. It's less poignant, less intense in how he wears it, its calming essence coming to light.

"Not as good as usual but.." Taehyung jokes back, looking at Jungkook expectantly to make sure he gets it and Jungkook does, he couldn't miss it even if he tried to, not when Taehyung's all wide-eyed and smiley, waiting for his permission to properly laugh.

Jungkook gives it to him gladly.

He's halfway into laughing and a moment away from talking back when their professor walks in, silencing the room with her presence.

They do portraits that day and, if Jungkook might say so himself, that's his expertise. He's always enjoyed capturing beauty with his work, channeling it through his pen, and he did it whenever someone would inspire him which, most of the time, was his sister.

Lately, however, it's Taehyung.

He doesn't ever actually sit down and draw him, he's more responsible than that, more reasonable.

He knows he has no business forcing a bond closer than the one they already have and he's afraid he can't put someone's face down on paper without having it forever carved into his mind.

Today is different though. Today it's his professor asking him to do so, draw someone completely from memory and in his own depiction. 

Jungkook finds out it's harder than he imagined it would be, not because he can't recall Taehyung's features-he'd cheat and glance at him if that was really the problem, but because no matter what he does he simply can't transfer his beauty to paper.

He spends more than half of the class just helplessly staring at the desk before him.

"Hey." Taehyung whisper-yells all of sudden, waving his hand towards him to get his attention. He smiles when Jungkook picks his gaze up, nodding his head towards the pile of crumpled papers sitting on his desk. "If you're not doing anything, would you mind giving me some input?"

Jungkook looks around to check if that would be okay with their professor and sees that the woman is out of the room already and students are roaming freely, assesing each other's work. She's a chainsmoker, that old, gifted lady, so she takes breaks often, leaves them to work in peace.

As students mostly do, they abuse that trust.

"You want my input? That's new." He teases but gets up nevertheless, his steps even as he walks up to Taehyung from behind and leans over him to take a look. 

He's bracing himself for what he's about to see, going over the mental notes he's made regarding Taehyung's past work. He won't go easy on him, he decides, because he believes Taehyung has potential, just lacks the technique. He's often sloppy with it, too impatient to care about details or simply rash in his execution.

But Jungkook forgets about all that when he sees his own face staring back up him.

"Does it look like you at all?"

He barely hears Taehyung's question over all the thudding in his ears. Blood must have rushed to his head and he feels his pressure rising, dull pain gathering in the front of his skull. 

This is the kind of excitement that's unknown to him, an innocent kind, the kind that almost makes him ashamed of his inability to gather his thoughts.

"Yeah, it looks like me." He affirms, sliding his arms over Taehyung's shoulders so he could prop himself against the table. His chest now presses to the back of the omega's head, his body surrounding him whole. It's as close as they've ever been casually and it makes his heart play an unknown tune. "But you should add a scar, make it more realistic."

He says it just to say something, prolong their conversation, stay there.

He's never had an urge to look at his face for this long, inspect it in so much detail, the way he does now, eyeing each stroke that went into creating his profile. 

Taehyung focused on his eyes the most, he can tell by how they turned out, purposely exaggarated in size and color. It doesn't make him look funny which is a skill in itself, indicating their depth and boldness instead.

They're in graphite yet, somehow, they're red.

"I don't think it fits you."

"No?" He mutters back, dragging his 3D finger over to his 2D cheek and across it, marking the spit his scar should be in. He leans further in as he assesses, the underside of his chin brushing over the fluff of Taehyung's hair. It's his discreet way of asking for permission to be more physical and Taehyung doesn't object. "Why not?"

The boy shrugs, causing their heads to touch. His shoulders don't slouch after, head stays right where it is and back straightens against the chair.

Jungkook shifts all his weight forward, leans into his palms and rests his head on top of Taehyung's.

"I feel like you aren't tough enough for it."

When Jungkook snorts, blonde strands fly up and around his face.

"Oh yeah?" He's in too good of a mood to take this provocation seriously. Taehyung uses strawberry shampoo and talks to him in a gentle voice. He doesn't need much else to feel at peace. "Well, you can always soften me up if that's what you prefer."

He picks up a pencil nearest to him and brings it to his face slowly, leaving Taehyung enough time to meddle in. Noticing he doesn't and assuming that he won't, Jungkook starts adding a small bandaid to his cheek.

He draws it realistically, adds a touch of his own to Taehyung's otherwise cartoonish work. Once he's finished, he plasters small peaches all over it, making Taehyung a signature part of his looks.

It feels an awful lot like a declaration of love.

Things don't go south until later that afternoon.

Jungkook doesn't see Taehyung again until then and he misses him quite a lot for someone he used to pay little to no attention to. He makes peace with the feeling, allows it to inhibitate him and spread, giving up on desperate attempts to make this recently developed affection go away.

He familiarizes with it instead, thinking about all the things he likes about Taehyung and, even more often, about those he knows nothing about. He wishes to discover the depths of his being no one's ever had the privilege of looking into and he craves to reach such intimacy with the other that he'll be comfortable sharing his own just the same. He's convinced that once they manage to do that they'll be ready to put a stamp on their relationship.

He has a break in between classes so he decides to eat, again, because those, now common, instances of his body overheating burn so many calories at once that he's afraid they'll eat right through his muscles.

So he's minding his business, swallowing meatballs in the cantine, when his attention shifts to something much tastier.

Or should he say someone?

Taehyung walks in and heads turn, some in envy, others in longing. Jungkook, for the first time in a while, doesn't get the urge to take him and hide him away from those curious eyes, solely because Taehyung smells distinctively his now and no one would dare do anything but watch.

Jungkook allows it, not because he's a very generous individual but because he feels like watching too and the view's perfect from where he's seated.

Taehyung doesn't try.

He's not dolled up with his hair high and lips red and jeans tight, not today at least. He looks like what people wished they looked like when rolling out of bed, with hair neat but not styled and cheeks naturally flushed.

He's wearing an oversized hoodie and a simple pair of sweats his ass looks jaw-dropping in. Jungkook stole a glance or two while he was leaving the classroom a couple of hours ago and all he has to say on the subject is that he wouldn't mind serving a life sentence between those cheeks.

It's not for long that he gets to enjoy the view, however, because Taehyung seems to have payed him a visit with a particular goal in mind. At first, Jungkook's excited that it's him the boy's headed to but it's his unpleasant expression that takes him off guard.

Despite nothing drastically changing about his appearance, Taehyung looks nothing like the last time he saw him.

His lips form a tight, straigh line and his eyes have turned a dark shade of blue. They're no longer doe, narrowing at the corners as he cuts Jungkook with his gaze. 

He slams his hand against the table alpha's sitting at, causing the fork to jump out of his plate and fall to the floor. Usually, this kind of behavior would trigger immediate rage but Jungkook's so stunned he doesn't do anything about it.

"You fucked him?"

Taehyung speaks only loud enough for Jungkook to hear but his face shapes an expression suitable for yelling. He looks disgusted more than anything but his own smell is now strong enough to overpower Jungkook's and it's distress he smells like, grave disappointment.

Jungkook doesn't get it immediately, partly because fucking isn't that big of a deal to him and partly because he firmly believed Taehyung would never find out. It wasn't like he had a well thought-out plan or that Jinyoung swore to secrecy, it's just that, usually, sex was a one and done type of deal for him and he thought that was obvious to everyone.

What slips Jungkook's mind is that his mate and his current sex buddy take philosophy together and that, with Taehyung's still being new to this omega hyper-sensitivity thing, he was likely to overreact a tad.

"Yes, but-"

"Of course." Taehyung snides, head shaking as he looks away into the distance, trying to regulate his breathing.

Jungkook waits for him to say something else so they can continue this disscussion but Taehyung seemed to be relying on him to do the same because he only allows for a moment of silence before he's turning his back on him and strutting away.

"Taehyung." He calls once, sincerily hoping for the sake of everyone that it will do, but ends up having to leave his meal unfinished and follow the other. He walks leisurely, knowing that the second he's left no choice but to hurry he'll no longer be in the mood for a friendly conversation. "Taehyung!"

Jungkook's not quiet.

He doesn't keep it down just so others wouldn't stare, he, sincerily, doesn't give a fuck.

All he wants is for Taehyung to stop and wait up, not because he's struggling to catch up with him but because that's the minimum of respect he thinks he deserves.

Apparently, they're not on the same page.

"Taehyung."

He decides it's the last time he'll be calling before he even does so it's no surprise it comes out as a final warning. 

He counts to ten, not to self-regulate but to give Taehyung one last chance to change his mind and start acting like an adult because Jungkook, in case you haven't figured it out, was never really good with children.

Children take patience. They take sacrifice and selflesness and alphas take pride in being deeply selfish beings.

Achieving a moral high ground was not on his agenda for today.

"Don't walk away when I'm calling your name." He forces through his teeth a second before he grabs Taehyung by the wrist and spins him around. 

He's not as gentle as he should be but he's not as crude as he could be either, keeping in the back of his mind a reminder that this is still Taehyung and that he, under no circumstances, wants to do him any harm.

It's harder to do than it might sound, especially when his mate has the attitude of a spoiled brat.

He pulls his hand out of Jungkook's hold and shakes it off in the air, as if he's trying to undo his touch. "Or what?" He spits the question out, eyebrows raising in challenge as he shuffles closer to Jungkook, gets all up in his face.

He has to be on tippy toes to reach him yet he acts so brave, unstoppable, puffing his chest out to appear bigger.

Jungkook's irritated by anyone being in his face and Taehyung's no exception but the amount of effort this boy puts into looking tough only serves him as a reminder that he's actually not.

He's nowhere near calm but he manages to get it together, even if it's only short-lasting.

"Taehyung, listen to me." He's pleading with the boy now, hands forming fists on each side of his torso. 

He's doing everything in his power not to use his physical advantage to reason with him but Taehyung remains uncooperative, resolved to push Jungkook to his very last limit.

"No."

Every step he takes brings them closer, has his shoulders bumping into Jungkook's chest, stabbing at him with no success.

If Taehyung ran into him full speed Jungkook would probably sway but even that's debatable considering the differences in their body mass.

What's proven, again and again, is that Taehyung can't get him to move by simply pushing at him, no matter how many times he tries.

He, however, does achieve something.

Jungkook gets tired of being on the receiving end.

"Yes." He counters, taking a single step forward to remind Taehyung that just because he's holding back from using his power, doesn't mean it's not there. He watches as the other rocks on his feet, his defiant expression and mighty posture gone in an instant. "Will you stop now?"

He reaches for the omega on instinct, hand landing on his shoulder to keep him still, but that only aggravates Taehyung more. He swats Jungkook's hand off and flexes on his toes, making sure he doesn't only hear but also see the words spilling from his lips.

"Don't touch me."

Don't touch me he dares say as he closes up on Jungkook in a blatant provocation.

Don't touch me, he's loud and clear about it but his eyes stray towards Jungkook's lips one too many times.

Don't touch me, he demands like he forgets Jungkook knows more than just what he can see, a mess that he is beneath the surface, a racing heart and a fight for dominance with his inner wolf.

Jungkook juts his chin, cocks a brow, fixes his back so Taehyung can't reach past his nose despite his best efforts.

He's no longer interested in playing fair. Nature's blessed him with superior intuition and a good sense of leadership and no matter how much Taehyung's ratio objects, his omega won't.

He's made to succumb and succumb he will. 

"And why not?" Jungkook responds in the same arrogant manner, looking over Taehyung's head while he talks to him just to piss him off. He can hear omega's feet hit the floor repeatedly as he tries to lift himself higher on his tiptoes, reach Jungkook's eye level and present as an equal, but it's only when he forcefully tugs at his shirt that Jungkook finally pays him some attention, staring down at him with a pitiful pout. "You seem to want it badly."

A gasp that flees Taehyung's mouth is as surpised as it is offended, a subtle, involuntary confirmation that Jungkook could read him right even when he was certain he hid his true intentions well. His hand stays put for too long, fingers twitsted inside of the ruffles of Jungkook's shirt like it wasn't in plan for them to have to let go so quickly.

By the time he realizes he's supposed to be pulling back Jungkook already has him by the wrist.

Maybe it's because Jungkook's finally gained his control back or maybe because Taehyung's not trying to wiggle his way out this time but he just now notices how small he is inside of his fist, how easy to manipulate into any position.

And would Jungkook love to have him in certain positions right now

He settles for what's acceptable, at this stage of their relationship, in this corner of an undercrowded hallway, at this time of day. He gathers both of Taehyung's wrists inside his palm, squeezes them together and holds them down behind his back.

The way omega fights back feels like it's only for show. He doesn't yell for help or tell Jungkook to fuck off, his feet stay still and his eyes on the alpha, although he must have known their color is starting to change.

He only tugs at the hold once and he does it so meekly that Jungkook doubts he was really trying to escape. It seems more likely that he's just testing the efficiency of this capture so he could justify his helplessness more easily.

Jungkook likes him like this.

He knows it's actually alpha that likes him like this but, unlike Taehyung, Jungkook doesn't feel like they ever fully separate.

So yeah, Jungkook likes him like this.

With light blue strings dancing around his irises.

With his eyes rounded and mouth closed and Adam's apple visibly bobbing.

He likes that he can smell himself on Taehyung again, that the omega's retreating before him.

He likes it that Taehyung chooses to stay, to trust, in spite of the fear he must be feeling.

To be able to hold his hands tied Jungkook has to bend and come closer, press their bodies together and his forehead against Taehyung's. Their noses are touching, breaths mingling, hearts beating on opposite sides of their chest.

When he asks the question he whispers it into Taehyung's mouth. "Are you mad at me?"

He watches as various shades of blue mix and morphe, circling the pupil of Taehyung's eye, like the omega itself can't choose a predominant emotion to stick with.

"Yes."

Jungkook doesn't have a problem with that.
Taehyung has the right to be angry or, more importantly, he believes he has the right to be angry.

Anger can be calmed, it can be talked out.

He can be angry without making Jungkook angry because if Jungkook's angry, that's a problem.

Disrespect is a problem. Refusing to communicate is a problem.

Not speaking his mind until Jungkook forces him to is a massive fucking problem he doesn't know how to go about.

"Want to walk off?"

"Yes." Taehyung replies too quickly, too readily, poorly covering his lie up with a stern tone and a serious face.

It pisses Jungkook of that he even tries.

It's insulting to his intelligence, to his nature, that Taehyung assumes Jungkook will just take his word for it when his body is singing a completely different tune.

"Say it then." He urges, upper lip curling to reveal canines he should have had sunk in Taehyung's neck long ago. There'd be no more arguments after that, no more doubt on either side that they were meant for each other. If only Taehyung could let go of his rationale. "Say Jungkook, let me go, say Jungkook, I don't like it when you touch me." 

He dares him with his words and his touch too, his free hand creeping up to Taehyung's neck, teasing the line of his jaw, drawing a shiver out of him. He barely does anything but barely anything is more than enough for an omega in desperation.

Taehyung can pretend all he wants as long as there's distance in between them but like this, when the mere flutter of his eyes tickles Jungkook's lashes, he doesn't stand a chance. He must know it as he refuses to repeat after Jungkook and set himself free. 

It does nothing but spurr the alpha on.

"Come on, big boy." He coos, scratching Taehyung under the chin like he's a dog needing emotional support. Railing him up was always satisfying for Jungkook but it's now more than just that, it's exciting watching him go back and forth between what he needs and what he thinks is right. It's almost like Jungkook enjoys torturing him because Taehyung knowingly chooses to inflict pain on him by refusing to mate. "Say it like you mean it."

"I hate you."

Taehyung grinds his teeth and hisses through them.

Jungkook flashes his own when he grins.

"No, you don't."

If he did, he wouldn't be leaning into Jungkook after it all, with his mouth always slightly agape, eyes never more than halfway open.

He wouldn't struggle so much to keep their color a shade darker than the lightest, prettiest of blue, meant to lure the alpha in.

"I do."

Jungkook shakes his head, tip of his nose bumping into Taehyung's each time he moves from one side to the other. He never backs up, never leaves him any space to breathe, stubbornly pushing him down with his forehead to remind him that beneath him is where he'll end up whenever he misbehaves.

"You don't." He repeats but softer, turning down the volume of his voice now that he no longer believes it's necessary for Taehyung to be listening to him. "You're mad." He unclenches his fist, stretches his fingers out, letting go of Taehyung's wrists all at once. He watches the realization set, observes for a reaction that never comes. As he could have predicted, the boy doesn't move an inch. "And you can be mad and still want to kiss me."

Jungkook's mad and he still wants to kiss him, oh how he wants to kiss him, everywhere and all the time but now especially when Taehyung's literally a pout away.

He can't resist curling his fingers around the side of his neck to cup his jaw into his palm and caress him with his thumb. He glides it up and down his cheek and then lower, across his lips, folding the bottom one over on the way.

Taehyung's lids cover the blue. He tilts his head to the side and Jungkook mimics the movement.

He doesn't know whether to expect wandering hands and a mouthful of tongue or a soft embrace and a lip-tingling peach flavor.

He goes into it blind and eager, open to anything Taehyung might offer.

That is until what Taehyung offers leaves him with a bitter taste in his mouth and a wounded ego.

"I don't kiss stray dogs." 

A pair of lips pressed against his ear is the last thing he feels before Taehyung pulls away.

His kiss is like a whisper, light and soothing, but it fails to repair the damage his words have done.

Taehyung leaves him worse than he found him and Jungkook has no one to blame but himself.

It's Saturday night and Jungkook's in bed, boring himself to death.

He can't think of anything better to do than blast some music in his earphones, drowning out the noise Yoongi's making while getting ready, and stare at the ceiling.

Everyone and their mom is off to a party tonight because that's what college is for.

His best friend tries persuading him to go but Jungkook struggles finding a reason to. He's not interested in hooking up with anyone but Taehyung and since he can't have Taehyung going out would be no fun.

His mate, apparently, doesn't deem it's necessary to invite him and Jungkook refuses to act like a creepy stalker and follow him around just in case he gets in trouble.

So he stays at home, he plans to at least, when someone starts knocking on his door with so much force he assumes they're breaking in.

He pulles his earphones out and looks over at Yoongi, expecting him to react. 

The other alpha is currently sitting on the floor, bent over his knee and overly commited to tying his shoe laces. He doesn't even pick his head up to return the look.

Jungkook sighs.

Everything feels like such a hassle.

He doesn't hurry to get to the door, taking his sweet time stretching his arms out before using them to push himself off the bed. He's halfway there, dragging his bare feet on the floor, when the intruder knocks again, threatening to bust the door down.

"I'm coming!" Jungkook yells from the top of his lungs, profusely annoyed with whoever thought it was a good idea to disturb his peace.

Unless it's the dean himself, an omega in heat or someone trying to warn them that the building's on fire, Jungkook might actually knock on their head in a similar manner.

He sighs once more before he opens the door, exhausted at the mere thought of having a conversation. He really just wanted to be left alone.

It's when his fingers curl around the doorknob that he realizes he knows who's waiting for him on the other side. He's know for a while now, smelled him from a mile away, but has somehow convinced himself that he must be hallucinating.

See, not a minute goes by that Jungkook doesn't think about him.  He thinks about him in class and in the shower, talks to him in his sleep. 

It wouldn't be unusual that he started smelling peaches out of no where.

"Are you always this slow?" Taehyung complains before the door is even fully open, pushing on it so he could squeeze in next to Jungkook. "I need you to zip me."

It all happens way too fast.

Jungkook only gets a glimpse of his face before he's already inside so he fails to comprehend the gravity of things until Yoongi announces his presence with a loud "woah".

Taehyung's beautiful, always, and he put additional effort into making himself look pretty today but Jungkook's already expected him to. He's seen Taehyung at parties before and it's always a sight.

He doesn't expect him, however, to be barely clothed when he turns around.

"What the-"

He struggles to finish the sentence with his jaw on the floor.

Taehyung has his back turned to him, his leg shaking with impatience as he waits for Jungkook to give him a hand. The amount of skin showing has Jungkook's blood flowing all the wrong places.

"Today!" The boy sing-songs and Jungkook wishes he could tell him not to be a bitch but it'a downright impossible to object to anything he says when he looks like that.

He looks at Yoongi for help, sincerily hoping that the other has more experience with indicent exposure than he does.

Yoongi doesn't even notice him staring. He's too busy oggling Taehyung's legs.

"Don't you have places to be?" Jungkook snarls at him, instinctively moving forward so he could shield Taehyung from his curious eyes.

The subject of their fascination turns around to look at them over the shoulder, his eyes staying on Jungkook just long enough for him to get a good look of his face before averting to Yoongi with an innocent smile.

"Jiminie's waiting for you."

God, he's so...

Jungkook can't even blame Yoongi for his reaction.
That face alone would be the downfall of many alphas.

Taehyung made sure his eyes pop. He has so much eyeliner he could easily audition for Cleopatra and he sure as hell is pretty enough to get the role.

His face is all....dewy. He looks impeccably clean with his clear skin and shiny cheekbones. The type of clean Jungkook can't help but want to dirty.

And then there's the lips. Holy moly

They're so perfect Jungkook almost feels sorry for coming up with a plethora of ways to ruin them.

Chip them with his teeth, bruise them with a forceful kiss, stretch them around his cock

He can't decide where he wants them first.

"Are you gonna zip me up already?"

Yoongi picks himself up off the floor, lips pressing together to hold back a smile. He directs a pitiful glance at Jungkook on his way out.

"Zip what up?" The alpha scoffs, eyeing Taehyung from the back.

He's fit himself into a slice of fabric that only resembles a skirt, so short that calling it mini would be generous. Jungkook's pretty sure he could see his ass hanging out if he stepped away.

Somehow, his top is even worse. It's cut out both at the front and in the back, showing off his shoulders, belly and most of his chest, barely covering the nipples. To top it all of, it's a mesh shirt, so even what's covered is still very visible to the eye.

That is what Taehyung wants him to zip up. The smallest zipper in the world holding the skimpiest of tops in place.

If it was a proper outfit Jungkook would be more undertsanding, flattered even, that Taehyung walked all the way to his room to ask him, personally, for assistance, but this, this couldn't be anything more than another provocation.

"Would you rather I ask someone else for help?"

Jungkook nearly develops an aneurysm at the thought.

Taehyung would look less vulgar naked than he does in this outfit and the idea of another alpha seeing him in it, touching him, even if it's with the sole purpose of helping him out, has Jungkook immediately reaching his hands out.

He tries to ignore how soft Taehyung's skin feels under the pads of his fingers as he pulls the zipper up. 

There's so much of it. Skin. 

It's warm-toned but cool compared to his own, smooth, covered only with fluff short blonde.

Jungkook wonders how long it'd take to turn it red.

"Thanks." Taehyung mumbles, fixing his skirt before he faces Jungkook. He spins on his heel, head held up high, but instead of looking at him, he has his eyes set on the exit. He looks so prideful yet acts so scared. "I gotta run."

A single step is all he gets before Jungkook blocks his way. He can no longer even see the door due to a tall figure in front of him.

"You're not going out like that."

Not even over Jungkook's dead body.

He'll resurrect if he has to.

"Why?" Taehyung pretends to be clueless, eyes blinking at him innocently. They'd usually do a good job at enchanting him but not today, not under these circumstances. "Do I look bad?

He slides his hand down his sides, dips it into the dent of his waist and caresses the curve of his hip. His fingers hook underneath the hem of his skirt and lift it upwards by an inch, revealing the supple flesh of his thigh.

Jungkook's afraid his teeth may turn to dust if he clenches his jaw any harder.

"You're not going anywhere like that."

It's bad enough he had to pass through a hallway and a half looking all bedroom ready.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, look in his eyes defiant as he licks over the underside of his teeth. His tongue barely shows through the parted lips but it's enough to catch Jungkook's eye.

He can't go longer than a couple of seconds without getting distracted.

"Who's gonna stop me?" Taehyung challenges, soft strands of hair swaying around his face as shakes his head left and right, mimicking confusion.
His arms cross over his chest and, although he wouldn't admit, Jungkook's grateful that provocative scene has now been obscured.

"Wanna guess?" He participates in Taehyung's antics, accompanying the other's nervy movements with his own.

The difference is, Jungkook looks far more intimidating with hands folded under his pits, bulging biceps hidding most of his chest but that's only right.

Taehyung's a brat, Jungkook's a brat tamer and nature did its part at clearing it up.

"Last time I checked I'm an adult."

Jungkook's beginning to wonder if Taehyung's playing games only to intentionally lose because if not, how is it that he only rarely says something that goes in his favor?

He knows the boy is smart so he must be completely set on defying his every claim to talk so rashly with such conviction.

"Last time I checked you didn't act like one."

And Jungkook doesn't really blame him for it, he understand how heat of the moment works, but he can't say he's not slightly disappointed that Taehyung didn't reach out after.

He had explaining to do but he could only explain himself to someone willing to listen which didn't seem to be his mate's activity of choice.

The blonde scoffs, turning his nose up at what he considers to be nonsense. "That's rich coming from you."

Blood coarses through Jungkook's veins far too fast for his liking.

He's already growing hot inside of his clothes and it's of no help that his body's confused, constantly shifting between the state of anger and lust.

He should be exuding some calming thyme before this turns into an argument but not even he has mastered full control over his alpha in moments like this.

In his defense, he never really had to deal with an enraged omega. Shit, even alphas struggle standing up to him.

He can't comprehend that someone supposed to be bending at his will can reject him so stubbornly.

"I didn't strut into your room butt-naked with a stupid excuse." He bites back, insulted by this unreasonable allegation. They're not the same, they could never be the same, that's the whole beauty of it that Taehyung fails to see. "What, Jimin suddenly doesn't know how to use his hands anymore?"

He said it himself, Jiminie's waiting for you, meaning Jiminie was apparently free and present while Taehyung was putting his clothes on.

Now, why on Earth would he come all the way to Jungkook just to ask for a favor someone else could have granted him, no questions asked?

Hidden motives, that's why.

Taehyung'd rather make up a reason to see him then ask for a civil conversation and he confirms it right after Jungkook reaches that conclusion.

"Maybe I wanted to fucking talk." He says like it was obvious, waving his hands way too close to Jungkook's face.

He doesn't like that.

He doesn't like the cursing neither, nor how Taehyung raises his voice at him at every given occassion.

He breathes through the mouth to avoid inhaling any more irritants than necessary but he's so frustrated he can barely get the air to pass his throat. If he had a proper relationship with his mate, he could step outside for a minute, breathe some fresh air into his lungs, clear his head.

If he tried explaining that to Taehyung it would probably just cause another argument.

"Maybe you can just say so. Have you tried?"

He doesn't mean to sound spiteful but the best he can do right now is control the volume of his voice.
He considers it success he's not yelling yet and a personal mission to keep his voice down for the duration.

"Have you?" Taehyung retors, eyes flashing with something more than just anger. His voice doesn't shake but his whole body does, shoulders jumping up and down despite his best attempts to still them. Those arms crossed over his chest no longer look defiant, tightening around his torso as if he's giving himself a needed hug. "Or did you fuck him just because you can?"

Jungkook shouldn't be offended by this.

It's not exactly irrational to assume that he fucked Jinyoung simply because he was in a position to do so and yet, he can't comprehend what else he needs to do for Taehyung to understand that Jungkook only wants him, no one else and that if it happens, like it did, for him to end up in bed with someone it's solely because he needed to take some edge off the pain.

"It's not much of a choice Taehyung." He tries to reason with him, purposely slouching so he'd appear smaller, less frightening and open to a calm conversation. He pushes his hands into his pockets, leaving himself vulnerable to Taehyung's judgemental stare. "It's either that or pain."

He probably sounds like a coward picking the easy way out but the pain he's talking about was no joke. 

He's spent his first couple of ruts in the hospital with half the staff working on lowering his temperature with IV and cold compress and half rushing around him in panic trying to figure out why no medication would work on him.

Jungkook hasn't held back from fucking for nine years and to be completely honest he isn't sure it would be a good idea to start now that he has finally found his mate.

He knows what his body is capable of putting him through.

"Because heats don't hurt." Taehyung snarks with a roll of his eyes, making a point that, stupidly enough, Jungkook didn't ever consider.

He wouldn't want Taehyung fucking around just because he's in his heat, especially not without coming to him first.

"You have pills."

"Not anymore!"

That's a valid point as well.

Fuck

Maybe they're not so diametrically different after all.

Taehyung looks like he's approaching a mental breakdown. He's still shaking; with rage, Jungkook assumes, and his eyes keep re-filling with a fresh round of tears that never spill. 

Tips of his fingers dig into the flesh of his upper arms, nails leaving crescent moons behind. Jungkook feels uncomfortable seeing him hurt.

He wants to kiss the marks aways and soothe that silly little heart, too responsive for its own good.

He's not mad anymore nor does he feel like it would be important if he was when Taehyung's been brought to the verge of crying by his actions.

They can settle who's right later or, for all he cares, Jungkook will take the blame for not taking into consideration sooner that maybe what was right for him could have been awful to do to Taehyung at the same time.

Now he needs his omega to calm down and get the gist of it- if Jungkook did hurt him, it was never on purpose.

"It's you that I need." His voice is still hoarse from how hard he was trying to supress his emotions and speak in a soft and calm manner but it comes naturally to him now, for kind words to flow without any additional effort. "It's you that I want but you know what would happen if I call."

"I would come." 

Taehyung's reply comes in an instant and Jungkook shakes his head, not to disagree with him but just the opposite, to indicate it was never his intention to argue him on that.

"You would come." He confirms, "and then after it's all over and you can think straight again, you would hate me for it."

Because Taehyung wanted him just as badly but he did it with his body and bits of his soul, never once with his head and what he has stored in it.

No matter how tempting it was and how often he thought about it, Jungkook wouldn't dare do something Taehyung would regret. He had to gain his trust first and get consent second, both of which would only count if the boy was in his right mind while gifting them to him.

"I never realized you cared about that." The omega mutters through twisted lips, persistently biting his bottom one out of guilt that now eats at him for his hast reaction. He's starting to smell more like himself too, sweet and fruity, like a summer night somewhere out of town. "It's my first time doing this and I'm.."

"Confused?" Taehyung nods in answer to his guess but that doesn't stop him from making another one, eager to prove they share more than just thoughts on this topic. "Terrified?"

Taehyung cracks a small smile and Jungkook's heart swells with joy.

"It's your first time doing this too."

He finally gets it. 

This is different than anything they've experienced up until this point so they're bound to make mistakes but this is also the only chance at love they get. They shouldn't be so stupid to waste it.

"Yeah. Plus, you're so damn difficult and complicated and-"

"Thanks." 

Taehyung might be overly sarcastic with his tone but he's letting his guard down, body slowly starting to relax and open towards Jungkook's. His arms fall flat against his sides but don't stay there for long, gathering again, this time at his back.

"And I don't know what to do with you."

He tried being nice and he tried forcing his way in, he tried initiating contact and keeping to himself and he never noticed any of these stood out as particularly successful. He's not out of ideas but he's out of energy and he could use some peace.

It doesn't seem likely he'll get any soon as Taehyung takes two steps forward and nearly closes the gap between them.

Jungkook's eyes unwillingly drop to his mouth. They're glossy and plump and the words they form are barely any louder than a whisper. 

"Uncomplicate me."

Whether his imagination's running wild or Taehyung's actually put effort into sounding seductive Jungkook doesn't know and, frankly, doesn't care.

It works either way. His heartbeat picks up and breath catches in his throat.

He's careful with what he says and how he speaks not to scare the omega off with his excitement.

"Does that mean what I think it means?" 

Please mean what I think it means he thinks, ignoring how quickly pine overpowers any other scents in the room.

Taehyung quirks an eyebrow over those bright blue eyes glinting with mischief, perfectly accompanying the subtle twitch of his lips.

Jungkook listens to him so intently that he forgets to breathe.

"And what do you think it means?" 

He barely finishes the sentence before Jungkook's pressing up against him, body and lips both. Hands fly to his face, grab at it gently from both sides and pull him in so the kiss would last.

Jungkook enjoys it like his first, acts like it his last, catches Taehyung's upper lip between his own and sucks on it lightly.

His mouth's open from the start, tongue on stand by in case Taehyung decides he wants some more action and he does, gasping against him and embracing him into his mouth.

He tastes better than Jungkook could ever imagine.

It's tangy and sweet, so powerful that he tastes it to his tonsils.

Jungkook's an excited mess. His hands quiver with hesitation, trying to hold back from squeezing him harder, taking more of him into his palms, but then Taehyung moans into his mouth and he has to pull away not to blow everything up.

He stares at Taehyung from up close and realizes getting rapidly lost in his ocean eyes might not be that good of an idea.

He has to either deescalate the situation or get some solid gratification and, unless Taehyung decides differently, deesclating is off the table.

"Please," He whispers through his mouth wet and tingling with longing, "let me make it up to you."

Jungkook's polite to those who deserve it but that's the only context he uses please in.

He doesn't beg. He probably hasn't had to beg anyone for anything since he was a child and there was actually an authority figure to pay respect to.

Yet, he doesn't hesitate to get in his knees in front of Taehyung and look up at him with eyes full of yearning. He has to have something, just a little bit of anything, to keep him going.

Taehyung could slap him for all he cares if that meant he'd get to feel more of his hands on him.

"H-how?"

The omega's obviously bewildered, stuttering over a simple word with his pupils blown wide.

Jungkook could eat him up.

If only

"You decide, peach." His head shakes, expression all serious because he, simply, doesn't care. Ego no longer seems to be in the way of things now that he's kneeled for attention. "You're in charge."

Not to say he wouldn't love to be.

Jungkook would give him the best time, he could bet his life on it, but they're not there yet, Taehyung isn't there yet and forcing anything on him can only result in another mess.

He's willing to give up his dominance to be keeping his sanity.

"Think you can handle that?"

The confidence makes Jungkook smile.He'd love to see what Taehyung has in store if he's worried Jungkook will be backing up.

He won't, he can promise that much. For the rest, they'll have to see.

"I have to learn how, don't I?

He means it, in spite of the taunting in his tone. Taehyung has a lot to teach him and he's sure he can repay the favor when the time is right.

His mate doesn't reciprocate with a similar mood. He's borderline stern when he clicks his tongue and issues his first order.

"Put your hands behind your back Jungkook." 

It ignites a fire somewhere unspecified in his stomach.

He never imagined such a blatant hit to his ego could cause more than just anger. Jungkook's excited for what's coming.

He's excited and he obeys.

His hands meet at the back of his body, fingers intertwining to make it harder for him to break the order. There's no doubt he'll be tempted to break free and touch when an occassion arises.

Taehyung hums, satisfied with his execution, and wastes no time getting to the point.

He reaches his hands behind his back and messes with the zipper that brought him here in the first place. Jungkook hears the sound of it being undone before the fabric slips off from right underneath his shoulders and slides down his arms, over to the floor between them. 

His arms remain nude, one of the rare body parts Jungkook didn't have the chance to eye tonight, but his chest does too, skinny and boyish, small nipples perking up in the air. He instantly gets the urge to check how hard he could make them, how red, under the influence of his fingers and tongue.

What drives him the most insane, however, is that tummy of his, sitting under the snatched waist in all its glory. It's so plump, so perfectly rounded, the definition of breedable.

It might be mean but Jungkook wants his pups kicking at it as soon as possible.

He salivates at the thought.

"Taehyung..." 

He says no more, leaves the sentence unfinished, knowing the other's perfectly aware of what he's doing and how it impacts him.

Even if not, Taehyung must be able to smell it by now.

"You thought my outfit was inappropriate, didn't you?" He asks with an arched brow, hands already shifting lower, towards that excuse for a skirt. "So let me change."

Jungkook wouldn't miss it for the world.

He watches as Taehyung grabs the hem of his skirt and starts lifting it upwards torturously slow, revealing new, unseen patches of skin with every pull. It's for no other purpose than to drive Jungkook insane, make his pants feel tighter, head dizzier.

It wasn't hiding much in the first place and he can't take it off without undoing the zipper on the side because it's snug on his hips, hugging the curves as tight as Jungkook wishes he could.

But he still does it.

He pulls and adjusts, drives his fingers underneath and between his thighs, demonstratively sinking his teeth into the bottom lip. Jungkook has a better view from his knees than he did when he was standing but it's still too dark for his liking, the place he'd want his face to be, and Taehyung knows, he plays around with it, makes his hand disappear where Jungkook can't see.

His dick jumps in his sweats and Taehyung sees, his smirk growing as the bulge does.

Grey was an unfortunate choice of color but Jungkook really didn't imagine this is how he'd be spending the night.

"Cute." Taehyung says in a way that sounds offensive but cuts him off just when he was about to drive his attention to it by sliding his hand over his inner thigh and into the light. He's holding two of his fingers out, stretching them far apart and pulling them back together again, showing off the sticky liquid that ties them together. "Oh."

Oh.

Jungkook can stand behind that oh.

"Fuck." It slips his mouth and he's willing to accept it as an error but then Taehyung pulls the zipper down and wiggles his way out if the skirt, showing off before him in nothing but a pair of lacey white panties. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He says it with his full chest and means it with his balls full.

Taehyung's hard too, his significantly smaller cock curving beneath the top band of his panties, leaking into the fabric.

And it's not the only place he's leaking out of, oh no.

His thighs stick together as he shimmies out of the skirt, long transluscent string hanging in between them one they part. Everything around Jungkook smells of peach. 

He's never had to focus so hard on swallowing his drool before.

"You're dripping sweetheart."

Taehyung's breath stutters at the constatation or, perhaps, the nickname, but he's not to be distracted, kicking the skirt off his feet and touching upon his almost naked body once again.

"I am." He stares Jungkook down when he confirms, dragging those two same fingers back over the wet patch forming between his thighs. He shivers at the sensation, parting his legs more to give Jungkook a better view of what he's doing. "Happens a lot around you."

Jungkook thinks nothing could get him harder than that sentence but he is, once again, proven wrong.

He didn't even get the chance to feel the full impact of what Taehyung's just admitted to him when yet another lewd scene unrevels before his eyes and he has to squeeze his hands tightly together not to get up and fuck Taehyung into oblivion.

Fingers, all slicked up, travel to the omega's mouth, slowly parting the lips and breaching them to dig inside. The entrance then closes, leaving them captured in his mouth for his tongue to loudly suck on.

Taehyung's eyes roll back and Jungkook's would too if he wasn't so afraid of missing the show.

"Taehyung." He calls, pleads hims through the throat dry and tight, squeezing the name out in desperation. His looks don't reflect his true state; his posture right and shoulders broad hold dominance despite his inferior position. Knowing Taehyung, he won't be catered to until he no longer poses a threat so he tries to speed to process up, picking the words with that intention. "Sweetheart."

It works like a charm.

Taehyung's lashes flutter, lips part around the fingers to release a small gasp. His legs wobble as he shifts closer to Jungkook, thighs quivering at the redistribution of weight.

He leans in, barely, to touch on his face, clean fingers setting on his cheek and underneath his jaw.

The two important digits, however, he keeps out of reach, holding them over Jungkook's mouth as a reward.

"Say the magic word."

Jungkook reckons he could bite them off before Taehyung even comprehends he moved so when he obeys it's because he's a man of his word, not because he doesn't have a choice.

"Please."

Satisfaction flashes over Taehyung's face.

Corner of his lips jerks but he doesn't allow a smile, too appreciative of his leading role to risk losing it over a small win.

Being in charge is one thing, being smug about it another. Jungkook could easily switch things up if he lost his patience.

Taehyung's middle finger presses against his bottom lip, nudges his jaw downwards and forces his mouth open. The alpha's cooperative, eagerly sticking his tongue out to welcome him into the warmth.

Jungkook has lots of sex with lots of different people but the sex he has is pretty much always the same.

He dictates the pace, decides on the position (although he usually goes through multiple at once) and adjust the intensity according to his mood. The only thing he leaves to his partner is the longevity of it. Some can handle his pace, most are spent way before he planned to stop.

No one's ever teased Jungkook, made him crave them for more than just what's in between their legs, not until Taehyung.

He never had to be patiently sitting with his tongue out while someone fills his mouth.

He was the one torturing, the one filling.

It's a whole new level of arousal that burns in his groin now that the roles are reversed.

He wraps his tongue around the digits, collects the juices on the surface before digging in between them for more. If he thought Taehyung's mouth was tasty he's rendered speechless at the taste of his slick.

He barely sees from underneath the heavy lids, vision blurred by the lust that fogs his brain, but Taehyung's clear as day to him, his gorgeous face twisted with desire.

It encourages him to suck harder, pull those slender fingers deeper into his mouth until they're touching the back of his throat.

"More." He chokes out, rolls his hips to accentuate how much he wants him and try to relieve some of the pressure. Taehyung's hooded eyes immediately drop to his crotch. He pulls the fingers out of Jungkook's mouth and wipes them against his bare skin. With his tongue freely roaming, Jungkook repeats himself. "More."

He's not in position to demand anything but Taehyung's all warmed up now, more likely to listen and he does, lifting his foot off the ground only to put it down on top of Jungkook's left shoulder.

His heel (did Jungkook forget to mention he was in high heels and still shorter than him?) misses the flesh by an inch, remaining in the air as his sole pushes down. His stance isn't overly stable but it works, Taehyung makes it work, hand resting on Jungkook's head for greater security.

The view is unsurpassed.

With Taehyung's leg up Jungkook can see the globes of his ass spilling out the soaked panties, creasing just out of his reach. He doesn't even get to mourn over his inability to touch before Taehyung's fingers comb his hair back and direct his head towards the inside of his thigh.

He's gentle with it, doesn't dare pull on his hair like Jungkook suspects he wants to, so the alpha accepts it without objection, loosening his shoulders and neck, allowing himself to be guided.

He bumps into the skin nose first, strong smell of peach invading his nostrils and clouding his mind.

"God." He both calls for his help and thanks him for the meal as he inhales one more time, focused completely on the chemical reaction it causes on the inside.

His veins boil with the hot blood coarsing through them, pulsating in tune with his heart. 

A hunder million burning needles dig into his skin.

He hurts all over. And if people, when in pain, tend to act like animals, imagine what Jungkook's turning into.

He dives into Taehyung's inner thigh, enjoys the feel of it jiggling around his face as he frantically works his mouth over the skin, flattening his tongue out to pick every stray dropplet of slick.

It takes every ounce of willpower to hold himself back from using his teeth when he'd be the happiest to sink them into the flesh and claim it his. Bitemarks, he dreams of them, blue and purple all over Taehyung's honey skin.

He sniffs and licks like a dog off leash, sucking as much if Taehyung's thigh into his mouth as it fits.

The boy's leg's shaking and his fingers are restless in Jungkook's hair, indecisive whether to push him away or bring him closer. He's letting the tiniest of moans out and Jungkook decides on the spot that's his new favorite sound.

"Sit on my face, baby." He asks through his lips wet, face glistening with smudged slick.

He pushes against Taehyung's hand to be able to pick his eyes up, set them on the omega, hopeful he's convincing enough.

It's impossible to ignore his raging boner for much longer but he's willing to try, see if Taehyung's pleasure can take some of the pain away. 

"No." Taehyung rejects him in a shaky voice, leaving the impression that he's doing it against his will.

Jungkook seriously considers begging. He doubts it would take Taehyung long to change his mind after hearing him talk dirty.

He'd get creative with it, ask Taehyung to crush his head between those thighs, quench his thirst, rub on his mouth and nose till he can no longer breathe.

He isn't given the opportunity. Taehyung puts his foot back down to the floor and drops onto Jungkook's lap, straddling him.

This works too is the last fleeting thought Jungkook gets before Taehyung kisses him again and his mind goes blank.

Nothing ever felt quite as good as their tastes mingling, omega's tongue tossed around his mouth.

It's his first time being kissed like this too, without the possibility to take someone's head between his hands and position it just right, lead the movement, do anything really besides jutting his chin forward in hope for more.

"Touch me." Taehyung mutters in between kisses like he read Jungkook's mind and the alpha's never been more grateful for their solumate connection than right now. His hands immediately unclasp and fly towards Taehyung's face, cupping it fully. He pulls the boy in for another kiss but he resists, straining his neck just so he could say something else. "Everywhere expect where you want to most."

He makes sure Jungkook understands just what he's talking about.

He grinds slowly against the alpha, flexing his hips to make the movement long, drag both his cock and ass over Jungkook's crotch. He's so warm there in contrast to everywhere else, so wet and inviting.

Jungkook's breath catches in his throat.

His eyelids flutter and his lips twitch, opening wide around a silent moan. He doesn't want Taehyung to ever stop.

"Be gentle." The omega reminds when his hands drop from his face and down to the waist, covering its entirety. Jungkook's palms itch, fingers tense in need to squeeze at the supple flesh, move the body on top of his according to his liking. "Break the rules, lose the privilege."

A growl rips out of Jungkook's throat. 
It's short and muffled, controlled in spite of coming out without his permission. He feels the shiver running down Taehyung's spine.

"Don't get bossy with me." He warns through his teeth gritted, his patience and calm running out.

He's done what he could to make this easier on Taehyung and help him gain some trust but he really should watch his mouth talking to an aggravated alpha.

"Am I not in charge?" Taehyung's eyebrows furrow and lips purse as he fakes confusion. He's lucky he's cute because otherwise Jungkook wouldn't even contemplate discussing this. 

Yes, Taehyung's in charge, but only because he was put in charge by the one actually in charge. He thought that was clear.

He also believed it was true until Taehyung rolled his hips again and Jungkook moaned instead of talking back. This little fucker

He squeezes at his waist on accident, unable to halt the movement of his fingers before they're already deep in Taehyung's sides. He expects Taehyung to scold him, jump at the first hint of aggression, flinch at least, but instead he gets ridiculed.

Taehyung's wearing a shit-eating grin.

"Am I making you mad Jungkook?"

And that about does it.

Taehyung's not scared, he's enjoying himsef, therefore all hesitation's out the door.

"You are."

A hot second is all it takes for the roles to reverse.
Jungkook wraps his arm around his waist, pushes himself off the floor with his free hand and turns for 180 degrees, switching their positions. He's now on top, carefully lying Taehyung down on the floor between his legs.

He looks at the boy with his eyebrows raised, silently questioning the perplexity on his face, as if he's saying you couldn't have possibly thought you'll have the last word.

He's not yet satified with how they landed so he grabs at Taehyung's hip this time and flips him over like a pancake. He's gentler with it than he'd usually be because they're on the hard floor and because it's not just anyone he's mandhadling, but he demonstrates power and that seems to be enough to shut the other up.

God

Jungkook finally gets a proper look at that ass. For a body so tiny it's an enviable size, round and perky and barely hidden by the lace.

He's so wet that the panties have turned a shade darker and Jungkook gets an obscene thought to pull them off, stuff his mouth full and suck them dry. He pushes it away before his body actually acts on it.

He does, however, touch, tip of his finger marking the starting line at the base of Taehyung's neck. He slides it down the curve of his back, following the spine but stops just above the ass, somehow finding reason to respect Taehyung's wishes.

Slick gushes when he's at the finish line, pouring through the holes in the lace and over the floor.

Jungkook's cock throbs at the puddle appears.

"You're making me very mad." Out of his mind mad. He crawls over Taehyung, stills when his hands are in line with the boy's shoulders and purposely drops his hips down. He's still considerate enough not to crush Taehyung with his weight and he doesn't ever actually touch, not with his bare skin at least. He settles for feeling him through two (and a half) layers of clothing and he thinks that's fair. "Can you feel just how mad, sweetheart?"

His clothed cock sinks between Taehyung's cheeks-or at least as much of it that he could fit does. He's too long to fully nest in the cleft, so wide that Taehyung's body has to stretch out to make space for him.

Jungkook's breathing heavy against his ear, eyes squeezed shut because leaving them open makes him dizzy. His body doesn't have enough blood to supply his head right now.

"Jungkook." Taehyung whines and he groans in response, hips twitching with the urge to ram into the omega despite the clothes standing in the way. He nudges at Taehyung's head with his nose, takes a big whiff of his hair while he's there. "I want Jungkook."

Usually that'd be a compliment and a massive turn on but something about how he says it, mumbled out and barely audiable, has Jungkook snapping his eyes open. It's needy in all the wrong ways.

He's greeted with the sight of Taehyung's face all messed up, eyes teary and makeup smudged, black streaks adorning his cheeks. There's drool gathered in the corners of his panting mouth, some of it spilling down his chin as he cranes his neck further to stare him in the eyes.

"Not you."

Jungkook doesn't have to pause to figure out what that's supposed to mean. His alpha solves the mistery for him, recognizing the words directed at him right away, howling at the disgracful rejection.

It's vengeful and hurt, urging Jungkook to do its dirty work and snap at the omega. Since he refuses to do so, his pain worsens. 

His heads pulsates and body spasms, his chest suddenly tight and heavy, making it hard for him to breathe.

He's never had anyone ask him to put the wolf away. He was always praised for being wild, so in tune with that side of himself.

He was taught that it was a good thing but despite his past experiences, Jungkook feels honored.

The wolf, however, is offended and it's taking it out on him.

He buries his face into the crook of Taehyung's neck, writhing in agony. He sounds as bad as he feels, a stream of pained groans spilling from his trembling lips. 

His alpha's never turned on him like this before.

Look at me, he hears Taehyung whisper, look at me, again and again, until his voice sounds less distant, his presence become probable, palpable.

Jungkook picks his head up and cracks one eye open, fighting the head splitting headache that the alpha causes, galloping around in anger. Taehyung's right there, still deshaveled, looking completely out of his mind with desire.

Nothing changed from the last time he saw him and that's the point, Jungkook realizes, Taehyung's still there. His eyes might be blue and his speech slurred but he's still present and he's fighting to stay.

Taehyung exists despite the omega and he needs Jungkook to do the same.

It might sound counterproductive-it certainly feels like it to Jungkook when he first comes up with it, but he decides he needs to kiss Taehyung to feel more like himself again and he trust his intuition on this.

His, not the alpha's.

Maybe it's because it quites the alpha down and maybe because it's the first time he admits to himself that he's been wanting to do this since before he found out Taehyung was his mate-he doesn't know why, he just knows it works.

Taehyung wants me, he reminds himself, repeats it over and over again like a mantra, because no one ever preferred him over the alpha.

Every time their lips meet anew, the pain gets smaller.

His muscles no longer strain, chest doesn't tense and clench. All that's left is ache, dull but bearable, a reminder of nature's betrayal.

He feels himself slowly coming to his senses.

"How do you want me?" He asks between the kisses, lips caressing Taehyung's when he speaks.
He likes how the subtle touch makes him feel so he repeats it even after he's done talking, rubbing their lips together for no other reason than to confirm he enjoys this, simple and innocent, form of intimacy as well.

"Hold me."

He wastes no time granting him that wish.

Jungkook picks both of them off the floor but doesn't bother moving to the bed, not when it's only Taehyung's comfort he cares about.

He pulls the boy up and back onto his lap, wraps his arms around him and hugs him tight but not for long; Taehyung's wiggling his way out of his hold sooner than he expected.

Before he thinks he did something wrong his omega laces their hands together and looks at him over the shoulder, eyes filled with longing as they move across his face.

This close is not close enough for Taehyung's liking. He can't see him with his back turned, can't nuzzle into his neck or hug him in return. 

"It's okay." He speaks softly into his nape, gently patting him on the thigh to encourage him to act on his thoughts. "Come here."

It might be excitement or, perhaps, relief, that has Taehyung shivering at the words but Jungkook would bet his money on both, carefully following the changes in his scent.

He guides him up with his hand, around and back down, back to where he belongs. His hands instantly wrap around Jungkook's neck.

"Better?"

Taehyung nods but he doesn't seem sure of his answer, moves his head timidly while his fingers fiddle at the back of the alpha's neck. His eyes stray from Jungkook's multiple times over the coarse of a minute.

Taehyung looks stuck and it's not unusual for him to be.

He must be overwhelmed with emotions, so many of them new and hard to specify. 

He's still painfully aroused and as much as Jungkook can relate, he's used to the sensation while Taehyung's had that part of him cut off years ago.

The only thing he can do for him right now is convince him he's in safe hands.

"It's okay." Jungkook whispers it like he's promising happiness, like he's swearing on it, with his fingers gently pushing the hair out of Taehyung's face and eyes. He needs to see them to be able to read him. "I'm here." He trails his finger over the temple and caresses his cheekbone, wiping the trail of tears away. "You're safe."

Taehyung nudges his hand with his nose, leans cheek first into Jungkook's open palm when it spreads to embrace him.

He closes his eyes with a deep sigh.

"Jungkook."

He doesn't say anything else, doesn't have to when his voice's so fearful that it makes Jungkook's heart break.

Poor thing knows exactly what could bring him relief but he's so out of touch with himself that he can't help but fear the aftermath of his satisfaction.

"Make yourself feel good." He encourages, allows in case that's what Taehyung needs, approves of what the other's so hesitant about. "You deserve it."

He swipes his thumb over Taehyung's mouth to release the lip he's been violently biting on, not expecting him to open up with eagerness.

Jungkook gulps.

Fuck

He pushes in slowly, careful in case he took this the wrong way. Taehyung quickly erases all his doubts by wrapping his lips around the thumb and whining around it, eyes wide and bright when he opens them.

There's no Taehyung there anymore.

Him and the omega are alone now.

"That's good." He reassures before the other can doubt himself and chase his wolf away into the abyss, making it disappeare once again for God knows how long. He watches intently as Taehyung sucks on his thumb for comfort, profusely aroused by the sight but determined not to let it affect his mission. He has to create a safe space. "Very good, omega."

He takes a leap with the choice of name, fully aware it could backfire horribly. 

He thinks it's important to leave Taehyung to rest and for him to pay some proper attention to the one who's been neglected for such a long time. The omega agrees, happily humming in response to him calling.

Jungkook doesn't push him further, doesn't advise him on what to do or how to help himself. He sits there in silence and lets Taehyung use him in accordance to his wishes and abilities.

It starts with a subtle rock of his hips and ends with Taehyung fingering himself open.

The journey there isn't as long as one might assume-Taehyung grows more comfortable with every supportive statement that leaves Jungkook's mouth and as soon as he figures that out, the alpha showers him in praises.

He never takes it too far, calls him pretty instead of beautiful and omega instead of pup.

Details matter. The smallest of mistakes could scare Taehyung off.

He starts sneakily, brings his hand behind his back while Jungkook's distracted and waits for what he thinks would be the perfect moment to pleasure himself.

Jungkook pretends he doesn't see until he's already two fingers in and trembling on his lap, struggling to keep his eyes open. He doesn't call him out on it or offer to make himself useful but he does, discreetly, let Taehyung know that he's noticed and that that's okay too.

He draws circles on his hip with one thumb while he pushes the other in and out of his mouth, matching the pace he's fucking himself at. He maintains eye contact at all cost.

"Mm.." The boy moans and sighs with his pink lips parting with each drag of his fingers. He only ever gasps, however, when he adds another one in and, since he can't see, Jungkook pays very close attention to it. "Mm."

The stretch feels good, not that Jungkook would know but Taehyung's facial expression leaves little to imagination.

Jungkook's thumb's merely a decoration now, hooked over his bottom lip so he can suck on it every now and then, when he isn't too busy choking on his own moans. His nose's all scrunched up, eyes squeezed shut, the boy so overwhelemed by pleasure that he looks in pain.

His body has him practicing for Jungkook's knot

"You're doing so well sweetheart." 

He notices Taehyung makes less of a fuss on top of him, that his hand moves slower, head hangs low between every couple of thursts. He must be mentally exhausted and it's starting to reflect on his performance.

Jungkook would gladly jump in to help but he's already made a promise and he won't break it just because Taehyung's too gone to give a fuck.

So he figures it out, as his role dictates. He wraps his arm around Taehyung and takes a hold of his wrist, fingers enclosing around it one by one not to startle him.

In absence of any grand reactions, he guides Taehyung's hand with his own.

"It's okay." He assures as soon as the other catches onto what he's doing, wandering eyes now firmly set on his own. "I'm just helping you take care of yourself." He works the fingers in and out, hopes Taehyung has them curled just right so his efforts aren't wasted. A breathy moan tickling at his skin confirms that he does. "There's no shame in having to ask for help."

He knows how important it is to Taehyung that he remains independant.

He won't take that away from him just because he could, won't prove its insignificance, not now at least.

They have plenty of time, he feels.

"Oh." 

The omega jerks upwards at one particularly hard thust, his head falling back in disregradment to Jungkook's obliging thumb.

Despite him thoroughly enjoying the show he's very excited to have his hand back, quickly sacrificing it in the name of Taehyung, this time to loosely wrap it around his throat.

He puts pressure no where else but on his scent gland.

"Oh, please."

He wishes to see, wishes to feel how he must be squeezing around those digits and the slick that pushes back at them before it pours out to coat both of their hands.

He settles for what he's got, so much yet so far from enough, because this isn't about him, it was never supposed to be.

Tonight's Taehyung's turn.

"Yes baby, let it out." Let out the sounds and the slick and the omega, to snatch what belongs to him. "Let it all out."

Taehyung pushes so far back into his fingers that Jungkook gets to touch the rim with the tips of his own.

He sits fully onto his hand and freezes, back arching as he spurts cum onto Jungkook's shirt and over his tummy. He must have pulled his panties to provide better access to his hole.

His final moan ends under the pressure of his tongue, curled up against the roof of his mouth, blocking any other potential sounds. The smell of peach is almost suffocating.

Jungkook guides his fingers out with gentle care. They're all shriveled up from soaking for so long so he takes them into his hand and lets the warmth do its job.

He tilts his head to the side, rests it on his shoulder, making space for Taehyung in the crook of his neck. When he topples over, Jungkook welcomes him readily.

The wolf inside of him watches in awe.