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“Don’t go straight for physical contact; you’ll scare him off. But he doesn’t know how to ask for affection, so you have to pay attention,” Jimin warns Jungkook as they walk to the breakroom. Jungkook has been tailing Jimin the whole day, little notebook in hand as he jots down everything the other omega deems relevant about the client he’s handing over.

This is a big deal. Kim Namjoon is a huge client. The GOAT. They need to re-secure him now that Jimin is pupped and can’t work with him anymore. So Jungkook is taking notes. He’s incredibly nervous. Yes, he has trained as an scenter for six months, and he had the highest score of his class, and Jimin has been his mentor from day one, but he also has never taken on a client. And the fact that Jimin is trusting him to handle the most important client of them all is kind of crazy.

Jimin takes two coffees and three bags of cheese balls before sitting at one of the tables by the window.

“Don’t wear perfume or scent blockers but shower just before his schedule,” Jimin continues. Jungkook nods, writing it down.

“Sometimes he’ll just want someone around,” Jimin says, greedily opening his first bag of cheese balls. “You can always take school work, or a book, or whatever you want to pass the time. Nothing too noisy,  though, and take your headphones.” He hums as he chews, “Don’t take food, not even water, he likes to feed us, but don’t expect anything homemade. He’s shit in the kitchen.”

Jimin demolishes two bags of cheese balls, adding more and more nuances to Kim Namjoon’s behavior and what Jungkook can’t do in his presence. He’s trying to open the third bag of snacks when Jungkook finally finds an in.

“Sorry, hyung-nim,” Jimin nods for him to continue, still struggling with the bag. “But how would I know if client-nim needs physical attention if he doesn’t ask and I might scare him off?”

“Well, he–Oh…” Jimin, eager to keep eating, pulls too hard and now there are cheese balls scattered all around them and even stuck to Jimin’s clothes.

“I’ll get you another one,” Jungkook says when he sees Jimin’s distraught expression and rushes to the snack bar.

When he comes back with two more bags Jimin is making a sad little pile of dirty cheese balls on the table.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” Jimin sniffles looking infinitely somber. Jungkook is a little lost; isn’t it too soon for mood swings? His belly isn’t even showing that much. Granted, he knows next to nothing about pups.

“No problem, I’ll pick them up.” Jungkook opens one of the bags, handing it to Jimin before he kneels, picking up the wasted cheese balls with a napkin. “So… Client-nim?”

“Right. First of all, call him Namjoon-ssi,” and just like that Jimin's posture straightens and he’s back to the focused, slightly intimidating senior Jungkook knows. “Sometimes he sighs a lot,” Jimin continues. “Also if he sits on the couch to work that’s a signal to sit with him. If he’s already in his pajamas he wants to nest.” Jimin talks around a mouthful of cheeseballs and Jungkook offers to open the fourth one. Jimin bites his lip. “I shouldn’t,” he says, “isn’t four bags too much?”

“I once ate six packs of ramen,” Jungkook shrugs. “Besides, you have to give your pup what they want.”

“I guess you’re right.” Jimin smiles, easily convinced. 

“Sometimes he does this thing—thank you,” Jimin receives the cheese balls and Jungkook marvels at just how happy he looks eating his snack…maybe life is about the little things “—where he’s just standing there, very close to you, kind of like a Sim waiting for instructions. I call it the emotionally constipated alpha stance .”Jimin rolls his eyes, “My mate does the same. They want attention when they do that, so don’t be shy. Even if they complain later, it’s all lies.”

Jungkook laughs a little, glad to have Jimin to guide him. 

Park Jimin is a legend among scenters, especially for his contract with Kim Namjoon. The alpha had gone through agencies and scenters at breakneck speed until he landed Jimin, and then they worked together for years. There’s an exclusivity clause in their contract, which meant that Jimin could only work with him, and he had to be available almost 24/7. It was rumored in scenter circles that Jimin made almost a fourth of the company’s total income with just this one contract. The fact that he himself selected Jungkook to take over The Kim Namjoon Contract is nerve-wracking enough, but the pages and pages of cues, details, and specifications Jimin has been telling him the last few days make Jungkook feel a little dizzy.

“He’s so scary,” he whispered after Jimin told him to never bring up to Namjoon that he likes seafood, especially crabs. “Can I make eye contact?” Jungkook half-jokes.

“I don’t mean to scare you,” Jimin tries to reassure him (but he’s thirteen pages of notes too late). “Namjoon is a sweet alpha, very caring. Once I settled in, I had a lot of fun with him. He’s very goofy and super smart. He’s just shy.” Jimin puts his hand over Jungkook’s, squeezing lightly. “I also want you to be aware that there’s only one way to do things. His way.”

Jungkook tries to take a deep breath. He cannot fuck this up.

“Ok, let’s go.” Jimin gets up, balling all his cheese balls bags and throwing them in the trash.

“Where are we going?” Jungkook stumbles over his boot in his haste to catch up to his senior.

“You need new, Namjoon-friendly clothes,” Jimin explains. “We are going for cute and soft, not post-apocalyptic technopunk.”

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Jungkook expects a grandiose, movie-worthy makeover kind of thing, especially when he sees Jimin pocket the company’s card for their little shopping spree. Instead, they are in a store mostly for pregnant omegas and new families. The scent of jasmine and pup floats all around them, making Jungkook’s nose itch. He yawns, looking at where Jimin is inspecting two oversized, fluffy yellow sweaters.

“I like how the buttery yellow makes your eyes pop,” he says, putting both garments up against Jungkook’s face. “But pale marigold makes your skin look healthier,” he nags at his lip. “Let’s stick with marigold,” Jimin decides, hanging up the rejected piece and carefully folding the winning sweater into the basket Jungkook is carrying.

“I saw a lilac one that will look very good,” Jimin mumbles to himself, wandering away. Jungkook gives one last look at the buttery yellow and sees no difference to the pale marigold, but says nothing. There’s a reason why Jimin is so good at his job, and Jungkook is not going to question it.

He is, however, going to yawn and doze off as his sunbaenim inspects every article of clothing. This feels less like his Princess Diary moment and more like when his mom took him to get a new hanbok. It’s been a couple of hours, and the amount of clothing in Jungkook’s basket does not reflect that.

“Don’t,” Jimin says, slapping  Jungkook’s hand away when he picks up a white, heavenly-looking pillow.

“Will I use your old nesting stuff?” Jungkook frowns, the thought of using someone else’s materials to nest makes bile rise in his throat.

“Of course not.” Jimin waves him off, leading him through aisles like he designed the layout of the clothing racks. “He’ll buy you whatever you need for nesting. He likes providing.” Jungkook makes a mental note of that, unable to pull out his notebook.

By the time they make it out of the store, Jungkook has three bags of comfy sweaters, shirts, and a couple of jeans and joggers, everything in light colors. Jimin takes him to an Italian restaurant and they sit down to eat.

“Ok, tell me again,” Jimin demands, sipping from his iced tea and looking at Jungkook expectantly.

“The code is 134340,” he recites. “I’ll leave my coat in the closet to the right and my shoes in the one on the left. The kitchen is immediately right, and the living room is ahead. I can leave my backpack wherever.” Jimin nods, urging him to continue. “The bathroom is the farthest door on the left. Uhhh…” Jungkook squints, trying to remember everything. “Don’t bring food?” he asks hesitantly

Jimin regards him silently before sighing, rubbing his forehead.

“I’m making this worse for you than it should be,” Jimin leans forward, his gaze intense. “You are great, Jungkook,” Jimin tells him fiercely. “You have good instincts, you are warm, and you are observant.” Jungkook momentarily feels like the baby from The Help. Jimin would play an amazing Viola Davis.

“You just have to pass the interview, the scent test, and the trial month, and you’ll be fine.” Jimin smiles and gets up, picking up his tray of food and scurrying away.

“The what?” Jungkook asks, running after him. He has so many questions. “I thought those were done online? Aren’t scent samples supposed to swap before the first meeting? Isn’t the trial period two weeks?”

It was a lengthy process, matching a scenter with a client. First, the client must answer an in-depth questionnaire. Based on that, they are matched with a handful of scenters and are sent their profiles for review. Once the client selects a maximum of 3 scenters, they exchange samples of their scents. If both of them react positively, they proceed through a two-week trial before signing the contract. All to ensure the client’s satisfaction and the scenter’s protection.

“Namjoon is a little… peculiar,” Jimin explains, walking towards his car and avoiding Jungkook’s eye. “He’s very private and doesn’t like the mailed scent sample thing. Help me with this,” they load the bags into the company’s car before Jimin continues. “Also, in-person interviews are a privilege he pays extra for, same for the longer trial period,” he clarifies.

Well, shit.

Jungkook mulls over everything so much he barely notices when Jimin pulls into the company’s building.

“Listen,” Jimin tells Jungkook when they make it to the lobby, “I can smell how much you’re freaking out. Go home and get some rest. You still have… 2? 3 days before you have to meet him. So, make good use of those days to get yourself ready. I’ll cover for you.”

Jungkook nods, a fat nap sounds amazing right about now. 

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Jungkook’s heart is already jackhammering in his chest, and he’s barely woken up.

He set his alarm earlier than usual. Although he’s not meeting Namjoon until the evening, he wants as much time as possible to prepare. Jungkook makes his bed just to give himself some semblance of order. He drinks a tall glass of water and looks at the to-do list stuck on his fridge. Then he makes breakfast and eats it standing in his kitchen, checking and re-checking his notebook. Jungkook read it so many times over the last couple of days that he can recite it by memory, but studying a little more won’t do any harm. Once the dishes are clean, Jungkook crosses out the “eat breakfast” item on his to-do list.

Next, work out. He goes to the gym and works out to get his mind off things for a bit. Once back home, Jungkook crosses out “exercise” from the list with a content little sigh. He reads his notes again with his morning coffee, just to be sure.  After lunch, he lays his Jimin-approved outfit on his bed, carefully washed the night before to avoid any scent transfer. “Lay down clothes,” checked.

Time for a shower. Jungkook lines all his new scentless products on the shower shelf before turning the water on. He scrubs every inch of skin until he’s squeaky clean, then proceeds to apply shower oil and prays to the moon that he won’t slip and break his neck. He washes his hair and conditions it before double-cleansing his face. When he steps out, he looks pink and clean. “.,” checked. Jungkook moisturizes his face and body again before styling his hair. Last, he puts on his outfit and looks at himself in the mirror. It’s nice. Cuter than his usual style. Very comfy.

He checks his phone once his bag is stuffed with his laptop, a comic book, and his switch just in case.

He’ll send a driver for you , Jimin said. Like half an hour prior. Keep an eye on your phone.

Nothing yet.

Jungkook walks to the kitchen and crosses off the last items on his list, feeling accomplished. But now there’s nothing for him to do but wait.

He paces around, picking up things and putting them back down. The nervous jitters already making his spine feel tingly. Maybe he could eat a snack? He rummages through his kitchen and finds a forgotten Bingsu bar in his fridge, but milk might not be a good idea. He gets gassy when he’s nervous. And adding dairy to the mix? No thanks. He walks back to the living room and sits on his couch, his leg bouncing.

He needs to show his ID in the lobby to be let up. He’s going to floor 16, apartment 16A. There are only two apartments per floor, so there’s no mistaking it. The door code is 134340. His coat goes to the left and his shoes to the right. No, wait, coat to the right and shoes to the left. There will be a pair of slippers for him to wear.

No, no. It was coat-left and shoes-right. Was it?

Jungkook rushes for his notebook.

“Coat on the right, shoes on the left.” He chants, walking back. He stops. “Coat on the right, shoes on the left.” He jumps a little, shaking his body, trying to get rid of the jitters. “Coat on the right, shoes on the left.”

His phone screen lights up. His ride is here. Jungkook could scream. Maybe he shouldn’t go. Scratch that. He doesn’t want to go. He goes to his bedroom, picks up a pillow, and screams into it. Okay. He’s ready. Jungkook checks his reflection in the elevator mirror, and once he’s outside, he’s momentarily stunned by the slick black car waiting for him. 

“Mr. Jeon,” the driver addresses him as he opens the back door for Jungkook, bowing deeply. Jungkook bows back and gets in. There’s no strong scent inside, so the driver must be a beta. The drive takes less than an hour, and in that time, Jungkook feels his skin start to crawl, and a mysterious itch makes him scratch the back of his hand pink. At a red light, the driver clears his throat and fixes him with a kind smile through the rearview mirror. Jungkook smiles back. That little reassurance is the little push he needs to stop his worries from eating at him. He rests his head back and closes his eyes, breathing in and out deeply, willing himself and his scent to mellow into something pleasant. He feels the car stop and opens his eyes when the driver opens his door. Jungkook barely registers how fancy and big the building is, zeroed in on following Jimin’s instructions as they play in his head.

ID at the lobby.

Done.

Floor 16.

Done.

Apartment 16A.

Done.

Door code 134340. 

Jungkook lifts his hands, then drops it back down. He wipes his clammy palms on his thighs and takes a deep breath.

Door code 134340.

He types the numbers slowly and carefully, and when it instantly beeps and unlocks, Jungkook almost whimpers.

Done.

Jungkook peaks before entering. A reasonably sized entry hallway with two closet doors leads to an open, luminous living room. 

“Coat on the right, shoes on the left,” he mutters, taking off his shoes and putting them into the corresponding closet. Then he stands up. He’s not even wearing a coat. Jungkook makes a face at his own stupidity before slipping into the grey, butter-soft house slippers and padding into the living room.

There’s no one waiting for him. Is it too early? Jungkook checks his phone. No. He’s on time.

Kitchen table or living room, you can leave your bag wherever , comes Jimin’s voice.

Jungkook hesitates. Yes, he said, wherever, but what is the right choice? Jungkook imagines there’s a hidden camera somewhere, and if he picks the wrong place to put his bag a buzzer sound will go off, and he’ll be dragged away by bodyguards before he even gets to meet the potential client. Jungkook hikes the bag up his shoulder, unwilling to be buzzed out just yet. Then a door on the left opens, and Jungkook tries not to look like a caught robber.

A tall man emerges, dressed in a full black suit and baby blue slippers with bunny ears. Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he realizes that everything Jimin told him is useless because why didn’t Jimin mention Namjoon was hot? 

Namjoon stops when he spots Jungkook and frowns, then he pulls out his phone, looks at it, looks back at Jungkook, and pockets his phone, still frowning. He makes an annoyed gesture with his mouth, clenching his jaw and it makes Jungkook want to piss him off, just to see it again. Namjoon approaches Jungkook, who takes a step back. Can this man read his thoughts? But he just crosses in front of Jungkook and walks down the hallway, opening one of the doors and closing it behind himself. Then he opens the door once more and gives Jungkook a once-over.

He grunts, “Wait here,” before closing the door again.

What just happened?

Jungkook feels slightly humiliated and debates if he should run home and call it a day, maybe steal a succulent on his way out. Instead, he reminds himself that this is his job and steps down into the living room, taking in his surroundings. 

The wall facing the entryway is almost completely made of glass and opens into a spacious balcony filled with healthy-looking plants. The living room is slightly sunken by three small steps, which effectively separates it from the kitchen to the left. Next to the kitchen, there's a single closed door, and to the right, a hallway shows more closed doors. The off-white walls have modern artwork hanging at regular intervals. He spies a fish-shaped wind chime hanging on the balcony and a colorful mobile over a low coffee table in a corner, there’s even a small, wonky-looking sculpture sitting on a plinth in the hallway.

He can hear faint rustling down the hallway, water running, and doors opening and closing. Around 15 minutes later, Namjoon comes back out, wearing grey sweats, a black t-shirt, and the same baby blue slippers, the little ears flopping around as he approaches Jungkook. His hair is a little damp, and he pushes it back and Dear God, his arms are thick. He stands in front of Jungkook, and the silence stretches between them. Then Jungkook remembers himself and bows.

“Hello… uh…,” should he call him Hyung already? Or wait to see if the contract pulls through? “Namjoon-ssi?” 

Namjoon blinks at him, face impassive.

“Hello, Jungkook-ssi,” his deep voice feels ominous. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming over Jungkook’s face. “How old are you?”

“24, sir,” Jungkook is gripping the strap of his bag so tight he might start shaking in a second.

Namjoon hums. “You look younger.” 

“Is that a bad thing?” Jungkook asks before he can stop himself.

Namjoon regards him quietly for a few more seconds. “We’ll see.” With that, he pads over to the kitchen, leaving Jungkook a little shaken after the simple exchange. Jimin looks younger for his age too , Jungkook mentally complains. If it wasn’t a problem for Jimin, why would it be for Jungkook? 

“You can leave your things on the couch,” Namjoon call,s and Jungkook turns around to face him.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, carefully placing his bag on an armchair.

“Did you eat?” Namjoon asks next, and Jungkook shakes his head. “Just a small lunch.”

“Come here, then. We can have a chat over dinner.” Jungkook wants to run away again, but he lets his feet guide him to the kitchen. “Is mul-naengmyeon okay?” Jungkook perks up. He loves cold noodles.

“It’s great,” Jungkook replies, smiling. “Can I help?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “Just take a seat.” He motions to the stool on the other side of the kitchen aisle.

He’s a provider , Jimin had said. It soothes him to feel like he’s taking care of you .

So Jungkook sits and starts doing half circles on the stool to calm his nerves, elbows propped on the granite countertop. Namjoon’s gaze flickers down to Jungkook’s lower body, and he stops moving, wincing inwardly.

Behave.

“So, I read your file,” Namjoon says, and Jungkook wishes he could remember what it even says on his profile. “You’re a film student?” Jungkook nods. “And you’ve never worked as a scenter before?”

“No, sir,” Namjoon looks at Jungkook’s hands, making him notice how he’s picking at his cuticles. As discreetly as he can (which isn’t very), Jungkook pulls his hands away, shoving them under his thighs to make himself stop.

“I’m guessing Jimin told you I’m very… demanding?” Jungkook nods. “It’s okay if I ask you a few questions?” Jungkook nods again. Where are his words? He doesn’t know 

And so it begins. 

Namjoon is thorough,  and Jungkook’s brain is asking for mercy. He asks Jungkook about his family, his education, and his friends. He inquires about his health, his eating habits, how active he is, and what he likes to do in his free time. He scrutinizes every little thing about Jungkook's boundaries and tsks when Jungkook tells him about his training.

“I’m glad you had Jimin to guide you,” Namjoon says, grimacing. “Your company may be the best, but they set you out utterly unprepared.”  He should be worried about Namjoon thinking he’s unprepared, but he’s just miffed that the alpha had already mentioned Jimin twice.

Then Namjoon launches into an interrogation of Jungkook's motives to become a scenter, his nesting habits, and his scent preferences. Jungkook tries to remember everything Jimin told him about Namjoon, trying to tailor his answers into a middle ground of what he likes and what he thinks Namjoon wants.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Namjoon says after a pause in the conversation, and Jungkook almost slumps on the counter in relief. “Do you have any questions for me?”

Less than 24 hours ago, Jungkook had a million, but now he forgot them all. He must make a funny expression because Namjoon smirks. “Don’t worry. You can ask me anytime. Let’s eat.”

Namjoon pulls two big paper bags from the fridge and places them on the counter. They stay silent for a bit, and Jungkook watches Namjoon plating the food. There’s something soothing about the care and detail the alpha puts into it, and Jungkook welcomes the quiet. When he’s done, the plates of noodles topped with eggs and sliced cucumber and pears look restaurant-worthy.

Instead of sliding one of the plates over to Jungkook so they are sitting face to face, he takes both, walks around the table, and places one plate in front of Jungkook, taking a seat beside him. And this is when Jungkook gets the first breath of his scent. It envelopes him quickly and unbalances him. Cedarwood and ginger. It’s warm and musky, the spice of it making Jungkook’s nose tingle. It makes him think of autumn and sitting outside with a thick blanket and a warm drink. It’s soothing and exciting at the same time.

Jungkook blinks up at Namjoon, who even sitting still seems big and all-encompassing. The alpha is looking at him expectantly.

“Did–” Jungkook coughs, clearing his throat. “Sorry. Did you say something?”

“I asked if I could feed you.” Why does that make Jungkook want to whine? Instead, he nods. Namjoon picks a pair of chopsticks from the jar in the middle of the counter.

“What do you want to try first?” Namjoon asks. And now that they are sitting side by side, his voice feels intimate, the words almost whispered into Jungkook’s ear, even though they are sitting a respectable distance from each other

“The pear?” Jungkook asks, and Namjoon smiles, a tiny little thing, but Jungkook reels at the quirk of his lip.

“You have a sweet tooth,” Namjoon comments, and Jungkook nods, obediently opening his mouth for the alpha. The fruit is soft and fresh. Perfect cold temperature. Namjoon watches him closely as he chews and swallows. 

“Good?” Jungkook nods. “Try the noodles.” Jungkook leans forward and slurps the big mouthful that Namjoon feeds him. This has to be the best mul-naengmyeon he’s ever tasted. He eats everything between encouraging words from Namjoon.

The alpha eats quickly while Jungkook chews and swallows, barely glancing away from him, more interested in the way the omega enjoys the meal than his own plate. When they are both done, Namjoon picks up the plates and goes to wash them after telling Jungkook to, “Go sit on the couch.”

Once he’s sinking into the cushions, Jungkook frowns. He felt like he was in a trance while Namjoon fed him. The smell of the alpha and his undivided attention makes something inside of him ease, relax in a way he didn’t know he could. Is there something wrong with him? Before he can overthink himself into panic, Namjoon returns.

“Is it okay…” He pauses, and for the first time all evening, Jungkook sees him struggle with words. “I would like to do a scent test if you don’t mind.”

Jungkook gets up quickly. “Of course,” he says, nodding, repressing the urge to dry his sweaty palms on his legs. “What do I do?” He should’ve asked Jimin about this but he was too busy freaking out. Namjoon regards him with that quiet intensity of his, and Jungkook almost squirms.

 “Just close your eyes.” He finally says.

Jungkook does so gladly, ready to escape Namjoon’s gaze. 

He hears the alpha shuffle forward, every little noise enhanced now that his eyes are closed. Soon, he feels an imposing presence closing up on him, cedarwood and ginger burning warm. Jungkook feels the primal urge to submit, tilting his head to expose his neck and scent gland.

“Very good,” he hears Namjoon whisper, much closer than expected. A warm weight lands on his shoulder and moves to cup his exposed neck. Jungkook shivers, and he hears Namjoon rumbling in response.

Namjoon’s other hand circles Jungkook’s wrist, lifting it until Jungkook can feel his breath on the sensitive inner skin. Jungkook feels exposed and vulnerable, his breathing coming in sharp little bursts. Namjoon inhales deeply, and when he exhales over Jungkook’s skin, goosebumps rise all over his body. Then something wet and slightly rough drags over his skin. Jungkook gasps when the hand on his neck pulls him into Namjoon’s chest, helping tilt his head up until he finds Namjoon’s scent gland.

They stay like that. Namjoon’s warm breath on Jungkook's wrists, his tongue occasionally licking over the sensitive skin. Jungkook’s head is in Namjoon’s neck, nose directly over his gland. Jungkook’s body feels out of his control, lax in Namjoon’s arms, but he doesn’t feel afraid. Despite being virtual strangers, Jungkook feels comfortable and safe this close to Namjoon. His body recognizes something he doesn’t understand yet. When Namjoon pulls away, Jungkook tries to follow him, but the alpha makes him stand steady on his feet until Jungkook can blink away the fog.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Sleepy.” In all honesty, is more than that, but Jungkook doesn’t know how to put it into words.

“Let me get you some water.” Namjoon goes into the kitchen, and Jungkook frowns, watching him closely until he’s back in front of him. Namjoon hands him the glass, and Jungkook drinks eagerly, the cold liquid returning him to his body. By the time he returns the empty glass to Namjoon, he feels a little embarrassed by his reaction. Jungkook watches Namjoon make a call from the kitchen.

“Get the car to the front door,” Namjoon says, glancing at Jungkook. “Jungkook-ssi is ready to go home.” Jungkook checks the hour on his phone and feels put out when he realizes he’s been there almost four hours.

Jungkook picks up his bag from the armchair and silently follows Namjoon as they exit the apartment.

“Was I good?” Jungkook can’t help but ask. Eyes glued to his shoes, unable to look up at Namjoon.

There are three seconds of silence between them.

“Very good,” Namjoon says, his knuckles brushing the back of Jungkook’s hands. Jungkook smiles. Two words and such a small gesture shouldn’t make him feel so accomplished.

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When Jungkook arrives at his desk the next morning to write his report, Jimin is already waiting for him, sipping on a blue bubble tea.

“What’s that?” Jungkook nods to the cup and Jimin grimaces.

“I’m not allowed to drink coffee anymore.” He eyes the iced americano greedily and Jungkook scrunches up his nose. 

“The price of parenthood, sunbaenim.” 

He hides his coffee behind his computer screen, away from Jimin’s hungry eyes. Just in case. Jimin waves him off. 

“Hyung is fine.” 

Jungkook smiles and turns on his computer, fishing his notebook from the depths of his bag.

“So…” Jimin says, still standing by Jungkook’s desk.

“So?” Jungkook asks, confused.

“How was it?” Jimin asks, sitting down in the empty chair at the cubicle next to Jungkook’s.

“I told you last night when you called. You forgot?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. 

“You were so vague,” Jimin gossips. “I need all the details.”

Jungkook thinks about Namjoon’s tongue on his wrist and blushes. Jimin gasps, delighted.

“I need to know everything.” He stands up, pushing Jungkook’s chair to make him get up too. “Come on, I need a snack for this.”

“I just got here…,” but Jimin is already walking towards the breakroom, so Jungkook follows him with a sigh. He catches up to Jimin, who’s frowning at the display of snacks.

“There’s no cheese balls.”

You must have eaten them all , Jungkook wants to say, but he doesn't.

“There’s shrimp crackers,” he points out instead. “Those are tasty too.”

 “I guess.” Jimin takes two bags.

They sit down at what Jungkook has begun to call ‘Jimin’s table.’ It’s a warm spot by the windows and it casually has the better cushioned chairs in the entire lounge. Jimin opens his shrimp crackers and nods at Jungkook.

“I went in how you told me to,” he starts. “It was all good. His house slippers are super comfy.”

“Right?” Jimin says, smiling, “I have like 15 pairs home. Yoongi wants to get rid of them but I would rather break the mating bond.” Jungkook snorts but Jimin looks dead serious.

“Anyway… he wasn’t ready when I got there.”

Jimin’s head tilts to one side. 

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook explains the weird first interaction and how Namjoon disappeared down the hallway after.

“Ah. Maybe he forgot?” Jimin says.

“That’s kind of mean,” Jungkook frowns

“He forgets everything that doesn’t have to do with his job.”  

Jungkook makes a face, he likes to be the center of attention, sue him. 

“How was the interview?”

“He asked so many questions they kind of blurred together, but he didn't seem annoyed about any of my answers.” Jungkook shrugs.

“He has a very good poker face.”

“You are not being very reassuring right now, hyung.”

Jimin laughs. 

“Sorry. I don't mean to discourage you.” 

“I’m already scared enough as it is.”

“I’m sure you did great. He would’ve already called to complain if it was a bad meeting.” That is equal parts concerning and comforting, but Jimin doesn’t seem to notice, already on the next topic for discussion, trying to open his second bag of shrimp crackers. “How was the scent test?”

“It was good, I think our scents match very well.” Jungkook nodded, thinking back. “I didn’t know it took so long, though.” Jungkook takes the bag from Jimin and opens it himself. 

“What do you mean so long?” Jimin smiles sheepishly when Jungkook hands him the opened snack.

“I think we hugged for like 15 minutes?” Jungkook nods when Jimin tilts the bag towards him, popping two crackers into his mouth.

“You hugged?”

“Yeah, after he licked my wrist.”

Jimin pauses, mouth open, and a cracker halfway up. Calmly, he puts the cracker back in the package and sets the bag on the table. He interlocks his fingers, elbows resting on the tables as he leans forward.

“Excuse me?”

Jungkook shifts in his chair. 

“Is that unusual?” he whispers, leaning forward too.

“I mean, usually it’s just wrist to wrist.” Jimin breaths back, looking as baffled as Jungkook feels.

“Did he ever–?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at Jimin.

“Jesus, no. He was always a gentleman. One time he accidentally touched my ass and couldn’t look me in the eye for a week.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair, shrimp crackers forgotten. “Maybe it was an accident?” he asks, even quieter.

Jungkook winces. “He did it several times.”

“Well, fuck.”

Jimin sits back, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at him. Jungkook starts to run over all the possibilities. What if he wasn’t proactive enough? What if he said the wrong thing? Maybe he didn’t eat with enough gusto or maybe he ate too much. Maybe Jungkook’s scent was too weak and he felt the need to do more. Oh God . He fucked up, didn’t he?

“Did I do something wrong?” Jungkook asks. The skin of his wrist feels particularly sensitive for no reason, almost tingly. Jimin shakes his head, bewildered. 

“Frankly… I don’t know.”

Before Jungkook descends into madness, his phone buzzes. It’s a text from an unknown number.

Hello, Jungkook-ssi, This is Kim Namjoon. Are you available this afternoon?

Jungkook gasps.

“It’s him,”

Jimin scoots over next to Jungkook, almost knocking their heads together in his urgency.

“Of course you are. Text him!” Jimin slaps Jungkook on the shoulder until he taps a reply.

Hi, Namjoon-ssi. Yes, of course. Do you want to meet?

Namjoon’s text comes quickly, like he was waiting for Jungkook. A rush of excitement makes Jungkook feel jittery in his chair.

Yes, can you be at my aparment at 7? I'll send the car to your your home at around 6:30.

Jungkook and Jimin exchange equally excited smiles.

“See? I told you everything was fine!... Oh, you guys should go shopping for nesting stuff.” Right. Jungkook had forgotten about that. Thank god for Jimin.

We should get nesting materials first, if that's okay with you.

Namjoon’s reply comes in seconds.

Ok, be ready at 5.

Jungkook lets out a long breath and his whole body relaxes into the chair. Jimin laughs beside him.

“See? I told you everything was fine!”

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At 4:55 Jungkook is ready. A new to-do list satisfyingly crossed out on his fridge.

At exactly 5:00 Jungkook gets a text letting him know the car is downstairs.

He practically skips to the car. The same driver greets him with a bow and an open car door. Jungkook smiles at him and slides but his smile instantly fades when he finds the car empty.

The driver gets into the front seat and starts the car. Jungkook leans forward.

“Sorry, uh, sir?”

“Sejin,” the driver says, looking at Jungkook through the rearview mirror.

“Sejin-ssi,” Jungkook corrects himself. “Are we picking up Namjoon-ssi on the way?”

There’s an awkward pause until they reach a red light. Sejin turns, giving Jungkook an apologetic glance as he hands him something.

“I have been instructed to give you this and take you wherever you want to shop. Mr. Kim won’t be able to come.”

A credit card.

“Oh,” Jungkook takes it, deflating in the backseat. The disappointment hits so deep that his eyes water a little. “Thank you, Sejin-ssi,” Jungkook says, trying to smile.

“At your service,” he replies, still looking at Jungkook pitifully. “Where to?”

Jungkook tells him about the store Jimin recommended to him and looks at the golden light of the sunset as they navigate the city.

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To say that Jungkook is annoyed would be putting things lightly.

While in the car Jungkook decides to shift from disappointed to angry, not that it was hard–Kim Namjoon had already given him a couple of reasons for it. 

Kicking Jungkook out of his home after the weird scent test, for starters. The scent test itself! And now he texts Jungkook like he’s just sitting around waiting for him? Fine, they both knew that Jungkook had to be available to meet him but that was no reason to be so dry about it. And now! Now he sends Jungkook to buy nesting materials by himself? Is it a test? Some might say that giving Jungkook his credit card is a show of trust but he decides to ignore that line of thought for now to give space for his righteous anger. 

Also, he does believe he’s taking things too personally so he’s going to make an effort to remind himself that this is just a job. He’s angry at a rude client. Everyday retail worker life, right?

Sejin drops him off at the store and when Jungkook crosses the double doors he’s met with lavender scent and soft fabrics everywhere. According to the sign on the wall, the first floor is dedicated to nightwear, the second floor is linens and towels, and the third holds pillows, cushions, and plushies. He gets a cart and begins wandering the aisles. 

First, he finds himself in a sea of pajamas, robes, slippers, gloves, hats, and beanies. Who even wears gloves while nesting? Jungkook keeps walking and spies some animal-themed slippers. He approaches the display and there they are. Baby blue with bunny ears. Next to them is a row of pink koala slippers. Jungkook smiles, picking them up. He’s about to put them in the car when he remembers that he’s supposed to be offended. He scolds his face, shoving the slippers back in the row before walking away. He already has clothes, what is he doing?

Jungkook uses the ramp on the side of the building to take him to the second floor and then just stands in a corner, overwhelmed: There is bedding, blankets, duvets, and mattress protectors (these make Jungkook’s giggle and blush like a pup when he realizes they are for heat activities). There are throws, bedskirts, and bedspreads. Even a few aisles of couch covers and fluffy carpets.

He momentarily thinks about calling Jimin but decides against it. He doesn't feel like admitting that Namjoon didn’t come with him. He doesn’t want to disappoint Jimin. Instead, he pulls up Namjoon’s file on his phone and his notebook with Jimin's notes, using both to find things Namjoon might like. He picks a few items with very nice textures, focusing on light and comfy–Namjoon’s file says he runs hot–in neutral colors to match what little he saw of his apartment. 

Once satisfied, Jungkook moves to the next floor. He selects a few pillows and bolsters, goes a little overboard with the cushions, and barely refrains himself from including a giant Snorlax plush-mat that can probably fit a couple of Namjoons.

When the cashier tells him how much money he’s spending Jungkook almost passes out, but Namjoon didn’t say anything about a budget, so he just hands the card over and helps put everything in bags and back in the car.

“Jungkook-ssi,” Sejin smiles. “You are a lot tamer than Jimin-ssi,” 

This makes Jungkook frown. Is Jimin going to outshine him in everything? He needs to up his game; he needs to win. He’s so busy thinking up ways to do better that he doesn't realize they are underground until Sejin opens the car door.

“I’ll help you with the bags,” he says, walking to the back of the car and starting to unload.

“Thanks!” he says, hurrying to get out.

The thing about the driver assisting him with the bags is that Jungkook busies himself with being helpful and doesn't have time to prepare before facing Namjoon.  

Sejin rings the doorbell twice before entering the code and letting himself in. Jungkook makes a little dance between coming inside and waiting but hears Namjoon’s voice coming from the house and rushes in. He remembers to put his shoes on the left and his coat on the right, wearing the same gray slippers from the day before.

Namjoon and Sejin seem to be discussing their schedule for the next day while Jungkook takes all the bags into the living room, even the ones Sejin left by the front door. He ruffles and ruffles through the bags without lifting his head, looking for nothing. He just remembered how attractive Namjoon is and doesn’t feel like being confronted by that. Jungkook remembers he’s still carrying his own bag and drops it on the armchair.

He doesn’t know what else to do to seem busy so he pulls out his phone, dropping the credit card on the floor. He crouches to pick it up when two blue bunny slippers appear in front of him. Jungkook looks up and finds himself face-to-face with a crotch in expensive gray dress pants. 

Jungkook gets up quickly, averting his gaze as he hands the credit card over.

“Thank you,” Namjoon says, taking it for him and Jungkook nods. Jungkook takes a deep breath, knowing it’s a bad idea when cedarwood and ginger surround him. “Did you get everything you wanted?” Jungkook thinks back to the human-sized Snorlax. He nods. “I’m glad.” He steals a glance and finds Namjoon already looking at him. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

“Did you eat?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook’s scent spikes when he remembers Namjoon feeding him the day before. He sees the alpha’s lips quirk when he notices.

“No, sir,” Jungkook says.

“I ordered chicken nuggets for you.”

Jungkook looks at him, surprised. He listed nuggets as his comfort meal in his file but he didn’t think someone would get them for him. Especially the highest-class alpha the company catered to.

“That’s what your file said.” Namjoon looks doubtful. “But if you don’t want them I can get you something else. I just wanted you to feel comfortable.” 

Oh.

“No, no. It’s fine.”

Namjoon nods, evidently relieved. 

“I still have some work to get done but I’d like it if you ate in the office with me.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says. 

Namjoon nods again and makes his way to the room next to the kitchen from where he emerged the first time Jungkook saw him. His anger fizzled out so quickly it was a little embarrassing. It felt ridiculous how much he fought to keep it alive just to be extinguished by freaking chicken nuggets. Jungkook sighs, defeated, and follows Namjoon into the room.

The alpha sits behind an enormous wooden desk, a computer in front of him, and papers scattered all around except for the corner of the table where a tray with Jungkook’s food lays. He’s not sure what brand of fast food it comes from but it looks as comforting as ever.

“Come sit,” Namjoon instructs, motioning to the chair by the corner of the desk. Jungkook does as instructed but hesitates when reaching out for the food. He looks at Namjoon for permission. “Go ahead.” 

Jungkook reaches out for a fry first, dipping it in ketchup before eating it, and then he takes a sip of soda before eating his first nugget. So good. Namjoon watches him eat, his soft rumble reaching Jungkook's ears almost at the same time as his pleased scent engulfs him.

After a while Namjoon returns to his work and Jungkook watches him, munching on his meal as he types and clicks away on his PC, occasionally flipping to the mountains of papers on his desk. But he must be paying more attention to Jungkook than he thought, because as soon as he’s finished eating Namjoon reaches out, rolling Jungkook's chair so he’s sitting closer to him. Jungkook squeaks in surprise and that makes Namjoon pause.

“Can I?” he asks, his arm hovering over Jungkook's shoulders until he nods. 

Namjoon hugs him, his hand going straight for his hair and leaning Jungkook’s body against his. It’s a little awkward, with the arms of both of their chairs between them, but Namjoon loses no time burying his nose in Jungkook’s head and inhaling deeply. His hand rubs Jungkook’s back over the fabric of his lilac sweater and he notices how big and warm it feels against him. He was not lying when he said he ran hot. Jungkook tries to relax but his back is at an awkward angle and the armrest is digging into his ribs. He pulls back and Namjoon lets go of him instantly.

“Could I–” Jungkook pauses, blushing.

Namjoon nods, encouraging him to speak. “What do you need?”

“Could I sit on your lap?” Jungkook asks. Namjoon stays silent for a beat too long and Jungkook panics. “This position makes my back hurt and I’m kind of digging my rib in the armchair. B-but if that would be uncomfortable while you work, I could do something else,” he rushes out, embarrassed. “I know I’m in no position to ask, after all this for your comfort, not mine. I’m so, so—”

“Hey, hey…” Namjoon shushes him, shaking his head. The alpha rolls his chair back, spreading his legs. “I just have to read a few things. Have a seat.”

Jungkook fights off his timidness and sits on Namjoon’s lap, who immediately wraps his arm around Jungkook’s waist. He goes right back into his work, now and then switching between documents or editing something with the hand that’s not firmly planted in Jungkook’s waist.

Is this too much? Too quick? Jungkook feels dizzy and he realizes Namjoon was right. Take a Breath didn’t train him enough. Is this inappropriate? Are they too close? Namjoon is so hot and cold that it gives Jungkook no semblance of what’s normal, brooding and distant one second then licking his wrist or smelling his hair like it’s the only thing keeping him alive the next. He should’ve asked Jimin, but it’s a little too late for that now and his pride probably won’t let him do it once he’s out of the haze. 

“What are you working on?” Jungkook asks after a while, to distract and center himself in equal measure. Namjoon pauses, hiding his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. 

“I don’t know if I should tell you,” he mumbles into Jungkook’s skin. “It falls under client confidentiality.”

He exhales and Jungkook fights off a shiver. 

“I already signed an NDA,” he points out, curious.

“I guess you did,” Namjoon says. His hand goes back to rubbing Jungkook’s back. Firm and warm. 

“I’m going over the evidence of a case we are working on. A woman has been accused of a terrible crime and I’m her lawyer.”

“Did she do it?” Jungkook asks, curiosity taking over.

Namjoon shakes his head, his nose rubbing Jungkook’s skin. “I don’t think she did. The evidence I’ve seen so far is not conclusive, so I’m helping her out.”

Jungkook hums. Must be a very stressful job, no wonder he hired Jimin, and hopefully him soon.

Jungkook gets bored quickly when Namjoon returns to his work. He looks around for something to do. There’s nothing but work all around him. He shifts in Namjoon’s lap, restless.

“Do you need anything?” Namjoon asks when he squirms for the fifth time.

Jungkook shakes his head no, then pauses. “Can I play with your hair?” Now the alpha looks at him, an odd expression on his face before nodding.

Jungkook lifts his left arm that had been trapped between him and Namjoon, and drapes it over the alpha’s shoulders, his finger quickly finding Namjoon’s hair. It’s shorter than his, and now that he’s paying attention he can see white strands scattered all over his head. His hair is thick and soft and it feels good to run his fingers through it, especially the short hairs at the back of his head.

He feels Namjoon relaxing to the touch, closing his eyes. He sighs, letting his head rest on Jungkook’s shoulder, his scent mellow and calm. Jungkook feels a flash of pride at Namjoon’s content expression, high on his smell and the warmth of his body. Jungkook can’t stop looking at what he can see of his face, the barely-there hairs on his skin, how his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheek, the little mole under his eye.

Jungkook feels that what he’s doing is not entirely appropriate. The staring, how his belly twists when Namjoon rubs his cheek on Jungkook’s shoulder. Is it really this touch starved? He quickly looks away when buzzing on the table makes Namjoon open his eyes. It’s a text from Sejin, Jungkook sees when Namjoon unlocks his phone. He’s downstairs ready to take Jungkook home. He deflates, disappointed. Namjoon sighs again. 

“Let’s go.” he says, patting Jungkook’s back to get him to get up. He does, stretching his body as he goes.

“Leave it,” Namjoon says when Jungkook goes to pick up the tray where his food was. “I’ll get it later.”

They talk together to the living room and Jungkook eyes the bags of nesting supplies when he goes to pick up his bag.

“We didn’t use anything.”

Namjoon shrugs. “Next time,” he says, yawning and serving them each a glass of water in the kitchen. The promise of a next time makes Jungkook giddy.

He drinks the water Namjoon hands him and returns the glass with a small bow as a thank you.

“I’ll get going then,” he says, bowing again.

“Before you leave.” Namjoon hands him a big bag that crinkles with every movement. Jungkook peeks inside. Cheese balls. “For Jimin.” Namjoon clarifies. “He said he ran out.”

“Sure.” Jungkook says through clamped teeth. He smiles before turning away and leaving as fast as he can.

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48 hours later Jungkook is at Namjoon’s door again, sweating profusely. The alpha had texted him mid-morning to let him know that he would get off work earlier so he would send Sejin to get him. In the car, Sejin had cheerfully informed Jungkook that Namjoon had sent all the nesting material to a cleaning service and they were scentless and ready for him in Namjoon’s bedroom.

“H-his bedroom?” Jungkook could feel a cold sweat forming on his temples.

“Well, yeah,” Sejin nodded, glancing at Jungkook through the rearview mirror.

“What about the nesting room?” 

Sejin took a moment to answer and when he did his voice sounded mildly concerned.

“Alpha’s don’t usually have nesting rooms Jungkook-ssi.”

Jungkook flushed so fast he felt lightheaded.

“I knew that,” he squeaked. He did! That’s Scenter 101. Heck, it was common sense, but Jungkook’s brain seemed to have temporarily left the room. His bedroom?

“I’m sure you did, Jungkook-ssi.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Sejin’s poorly concealed mocking smile. He didn’t know why he even asked, or why he thought an unmated alpha would have a nesting room. Nesting rooms were uniquely omegan and deeply personal. To have Jungkook nest in his bedroom was perfectly logical. 

And Jungkook was completely normal about it. 

He wiped a droplet of sweat from his forehead, was the A.C. even on?

He took a deep breath. This is your job, Jungkook, he reminded himself.

And now here he is, standing in front of Namjoon’s door, wishing he had read his notes at least 13 more times before leaving home. He’s midway through a deep breath when Namjoon’s door opens and there he is. Wearing gym shorts, a sleeveless white shirt, and the stupid fucking blue bunny slippers.

Namjoon stops, eyes wide.

“Do you make a habit of being early?” he grunts.

“I’m a bit late,” Jungkook says. “Again.”

“Oh,” Namjoon says, shifting his weight awkwardly. Something clinks and they both look down. Namjoon is holding several garbage bags leveled in big bold letters, one says GLASS, and the other CARDBOARD. They look at each other again and Jungkook’s eyes widen when light pink dusts Namjoon’s cheeks.

“Are you blushing?” he gushes, trying not to smile.

“Of course not,” Namjoon mutters, looking inside the house to hide his face. “Come in, I’ll do this later.”

Jungkook shuffles inside.

“Do you wear your inside slippers out?” Jungkook asks, eyeing Namjoon’s feet as he crouches to take off his shoes.

“No,” Namjoon closes the door to the house, balancing the bags in his other hand over Jungkook’s head. “I have two pairs.”

Namjoon kicks the slippers he’s wearing into the closet (the left one), and slips on an identical pair waiting for him on the step up the hallway. Jungkook picks up his shoes and puts them in the closet, righting Namjoon’s slippers on his way.

“Do you ever mix them up?” He asks, sliding into the gray slippers and following him into the house. 

Namjoon is forcefully shoving the bags in the cupboard under the sink and instead of answering shows the sole of his slipper to Jungkook. There, in the same big bold letters of the trashbags says IN. That’s both silly and adorable. Jungkook throws his backpack on the armchair and goes to sit on one of the kitchen stools.

“Do you label all your stuff?” Jungkook laughs, but schools his back to neutral when Namjoon turns around after slamming the cupboards close, huffing as he brushes hair out of his eyes.

“Just things I tend to forget,” he waves, brushing Jungkook’s train of thought away. “Did you eat?”

Why is he so obsessed with food, is it a kink thing? Jungkook wants to ask. He shakes his head no instead.

“I got some light dinner for us today,” Namjoon says, pulling two bowls and two cups out of the fridge. “You like açaí and milk tea, right?”

Jungkook nods and Namjoon sets a set of bowls and cups in front of him. He reaches for a spoon but Namjoon stops him.

“Please, let me do it.”  

Jungkook drops his hand, watching Namjoon set everything up. He eyes the açaí, it looks too creamy to be just fruit.

“Does it have milk?” he asks.

“Yogurt, I think.”

Yogurt and milk. Please don’t make me fart when we nest , Jungkook pleads quietly, feeling the cold sweat break out on his temples again. Namjoon scoots closer to him, sitting sideways on his stool, which makes Jungkook fit practically between his legs. His thick legs. His thick open legs in gym shorts.

Stop. 

This is your job, Jungkook! You are an adult! Be fucking professional!

“Is everything okay?” Namjoon asks, only then Jungkook notices how hard he’s frowning and that Namjoon is holding a spoon in front of his face.

“Yes, sorry.” He leans forward and takes the offering into his mouth. 

They eat in silence and Namjoon's scent comes to Jungkook in waves, making him relaxed and a little sleepy. Jungkook is fighting off the drowsiness, mildly annoyed at the way his body so easily bends to Namjoon’s scent when the alpha’s free hand finds the small of his back and Jungkook shivers.

“Are you cold?” Namjoon asks. Jungkook can feel his breath wash over his shoulder, they are sitting that close. T his is your job Jungkook , he chants, blinking away his unfocused vision when Namjoon pulls back. “Lemme check the thermostat.”

He gets up and Jungkook takes the two minutes he’s away to try and pull himself together. It doesn’t work.

“I warmed it up a bit,” Namjoon says when he returns. “Are you done?” he asks, noticing that Jungkook pushed the açaí bowl away.

“I’m full.” he smiles.

Namjoon nods, looking away for a few seconds before speaking again.

“My room is the last door on the left,” Namjoon says, pointing at the hallway. “Everything you’ve bought is there.” Jungkook's heart does a flip. “You can begin setting up.” And with that, he walks to the sink, taking the bowls with him.

Fuck. Shit. Wait. Jungkook is not ready. He could eat like seven more açaí bowls.

Namjoon returns to pick up the empty boba cups and Jungkook gets up quickly, scurrying down the hallway and into Namjoon’s room.

He closes the door behind himself, taking a deep breath with his eyes closed. The room smells of Namjoon but it’s faint, like the space has been cleaned and aired to soften the alpha’s pheromones. For that Jungkook is glad–he’s not sure he could even think if the room was an actual den.

He opens his eyes. To Jungkook’s right, there’s an ajar door, and when he peeks inside he spies a walk-in closet and after it a bathroom. He closes the door. In front of it is the bed–it has to be a king at least–and it has navy sheets, a thin comforter, and only two pillows. Jungkook sighs, T ypical alpha . The wall furthest from him, facing the bathroom and the entry door, opens to a balcony that Jungkook can not see clearly due to the textured glass. The light through the balcony makes pretty iridescent shapes on the wooden floor. There is a huge TV mounted to the wall facing the bed and in the corner a comfy-looking couch holding Jungkook’s purchases carefully folded and arranged. The golden mood lighting coming from the corners of the ceiling makes it feel cozy and frozen in a perpetual dusk.

Jungkook gets to it.

He rearranges the two meager pillows on Namjoon’s bed. Those items hold most of his scent, so he spreads them around to make a perimeter. He walks back and forth between the couch and the bed, folding and fluffing, smoothing and plumping, straightening, lifting, and flipping. He’s drowning in blankets, throws, and pillows, but something feels off. There’s an itch under Jungkook’s skin that won’t quiet down. The pillows are not enough pillow, the blankets are a tiny bit too blanket, and the throws always seem slightly crooked.

He huffs, dissatisfied.

Jungkook picks up two cushions rubbing them against his neck—maybe there’s not enough of his scent—and he’s lost in it when the door creaks open and Namjoon comes in. They meet eyes, but Namjoon stands by the door, waiting for Jungkook’s permission to come in. He eyes the alpha for a second and nods.

Jungkook has never been too fond of the traditional idea of alphas. The tired discourse of power, leadership, and strength felt to him more like a justification for their superiority complex than real subgender traits. But looking at Kim Namjoon walking towards him, calm and self-assured but somehow still warm, made Jungkook think that some alphas could be all that.

Namjoon sits at the edge of the bed.

Jungkook puts the cushions in a passable location and scoots against the headboard, patting the space next to himself. Namjoon crawls up the bed, sitting beside Jungkook and eyeing him.

“Everything alright?” 

Jungkook nods, not wanting to think about the faulty nest. That didn’t matter right now.

“It’s fine,” he whispers, willing his scent to become that gentle sweet thing that soothes and warms from the inside. “What do you need?” he asks, searching Namjoon’s face.

Namjoon closes his eyes, inhaling deeply with his face turned towards Jungkook, who takes the chance to quickly fix a blanket that’s not sitting quite right over one of Namjoon’s pillows.

Namjoon stretches an arm towards Jungkook, palm up. Jungkook gives him his hand and the alpha wastes no time in bringing it towards his face. His nose rubs against Jungkook’s pulse point, and with his exhale Namjoon's body relaxes, melting on the bed until he can lay his head on Jungkook’s shoulder comfortably. Jungkook moves a bolster pillow with his feet, Trying to make it sit right at the foot of the bed.

“Just this,” Namjoon mumbles against Jungkook’s skin. The omega’s wrist firmly pressed against his face. Then comes the first light lick and Jungkook’s body lights up, all distractions by imperfect nests gone from his mind.

The first time it happened Jungkook felt light, airy. Like his body was not his and he was experiencing everything from the outside. The memory of a dream. Too fantastic to be real. Now he is hyper aware of everything. How Namjoon alternates licking Jungkook's skin with long swallows like he’s drinking Jungkook’s scent. He feels the faint prickle of his fangs, how his grip periodically tightens following the rhythm of their synchronized hearts.

Jungkook looks at the ceiling of the darkened room, trying to keep it together. This is your job , he reminds himself, even when the alpha scent makes you want to whine and purr, even when you can feel Namjoon’s hair tickling your neck.

Slowly the alpha shifts them to lie down, his face now pressed in the crook of Jungkook’s neck,  one hand still tightly holding his wrist. It feels so good to be held with such reverence, to be touched like he was something precious but caged as if he was an illusion, one breath away from disappearing. No one warned Jungkook that it would be like this. There was so much talk of techniques, the chemistry of fabrics, the art of words. But no one said that the hands of an alpha could undo him with such ease. Jungkook lets himself be moved, his body rearranged so Namjoon’s face was on his chest, ear pressed to the beating of his heart.

“Can you play with my hair again?” Namjoon asks in a barely-there whisper, as if he was too embarrassed to ask or even hoped that he couldn’t be heard. Instead of answering Jungkook moves his hand, copying the motions of a few nights ago. 

Slowly Namjoon’s body begins to relax. The weight of his head grew heavy on Jungkook’s chest and the grip on his waist lessened. The tension bled from the alpha and Jungkook's breathing stuttered when he realized how much of that tension he was mirroring. As Namjoon grows more and more comfortable, Jungkook's own body melts into the mattress.

And he doesn’t care anymore about the crooked throws, the flat pillows, or that little thing pulsing in his chest. He doesn’t care about disappointing others or lying to himself. His world has been reduced to the warmth clinging to him, the soft breathing lulling him to safety, the cedarwood and ginger mixed with his own scent.

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When Jungkook got home he was feeling quite satisfied with himself. He took the weekend to catch up on homework and made plans to meet with Taehyung and Hoseok for lunch on Thursday. His friends had been kind enough to put him in their group when he missed class to go shopping with Jimin, since it seemed like Namjoon days were Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. 

On Sunday he expects a text from Namjoon, but it doesn’t happen. It’s okay, too soon to worry, he had texted Jungkook on the same day once the week before so he was probably waiting for the week to start. But Monday came and went, and so did Tuesday, and Wednesday.

On Wednesday Jungkook finds himself, once again, with Jimin in the lounge room. Jimin is munching on one of the stupid cheese balls Namjoon gave him and chatting animatedly about the games he wants them to play for his pup shower. It’s quite impressive how he suddenly has a baby bump to show. Jungkook was sure it came out of nowhere.

“I know, right?” Jimin smiles, caressing his protruding belly when Jungkook points it out. “They said I would start to show in the second trimester but I thought mine just was small when I made it to 25 weeks but a few days ago it was just there! I didn’t know it would happen so suddenly!” He giggles and Jungkook has a hard time being annoyed with him.

“So, we were thinking about the evening of Saturday after next, maybe?” Jungkook nods as Jimin talks animatedly, pulling another bag of cheese balls from his bag and Jungkook wonders how many of those he eats daily. “I video-called Namjoon-hyung last night and he said he could make it, so he won’t call for you which means you can come too!" Jimin speaks a mile a minute but Jungkook is not listening. "It’s gonna be so much fun, I made YG drive to Daegu to ask his brother for…” He video-called Namjoon? Last night?

“By the way,” Jimin says, leaning over and smiling at Jungkook conspiratorially, waving him forward. “I asked him about you,” he whispers and Jungkook tries not to cringe. “And I’m glad I trusted my instincts,” Jimin says, smug.

Jungkook’s head tilts to the side. 

“You are?”

“Of course! Namjoon said things are going smoothly between you two…” Jimin taps the table between them.

Jungkook is so confused. 

“He did?”

“Yeah! He’s so happy with your work. I’m glad I called after you left, though. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your session. I hate when someone does that to me. He looked so sleepy, too! I’m so proud of you!”

“I…He…” Jungkook stutters, clueless, why did Namjoon lie? “Yeah,” he smiles, but it must not look too good on his face because Jimin’s proud grin is quickly replaced by a concerned frown.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook hesitates and Jimin takes it as a no almost instantly. “What is it? Are you uncomfortable? I know I’ve put a lot of pressure on you because Namjoon is a big fish but what you feel is more important.” He squeezes Jungkook’s hand with orange cheese ball dust still on his fingers. “You can back out any time.”

Jungkook shakes his head—he’s not going to admit defeat—and pulls away from Jimin, making his best impression of a careless giggle.

“Everything is fine, don’t worry.” He takes a sip of his coffee to give himself time to look for an excuse. “I’m just a bit overwhelmed by everything.”

Jimin coos. “It’s okay. You can ask me about anything, okay?... Cheese ball?”

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Thursday finds Jungkook in a foul mood. 

He’s walking towards some fancy and overpriced café that Taehyung wanted to try. He does not want to be here, nor does he want to talk about his stupid Communications project. Yet he smiles when spies Taehyung and Hoseok sitting at one of the terrace tables with their tiny coffee cups.

“Jungkook-ah!” Hoseok yells as soon as he sees him and Taehyung turns, wide smile already stretching his face into something adorable.

“Hey,” Jungkook laughs when they sandwich him in a hug, and shakes them off to drop his bag on the ground. “How’s the coffee?”

“Awful,” Taehyung says, taking a sip from his artsy little cup and grimacing. “But the vibes are immaculate.”

“He already made me take like 300 pictures,” Hoseok says, rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling fondly at his partner.

“It’s your duty,” Taehyung declares in a manner that makes Jungkook think he must use this excuse every 5 seconds. “To always make me happy and always make me look good, the Bible says so.”

“I don’t think it doe,.” Jungkook counters.

“It’s like in mating vows or something.”

“We are not mated yet,” Hoseok says, smiling mischievously.

Taehyung’s eyes narrow. “Do you want to sleep on the couch?”

They keep bickering for a while and Jungkook laughs so much he has tears in his cheeks and his stomach hurts. Ok, maybe he missed them.

“How have you been, Jungkookie?” Taehyung asks later as they eat their brunch. “How’s the new fancy job?”

Jungkook’s smile dims.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asks instantly, perceptive as ever.

Jungkook bites his lip. He knows there’s a knot tight, tight in his chest but he hasn’t been brave enough to try and untangle it. He looks at his friends. His endlessly loving and fiercely protective friends and tells them everything.

“Do you think he hates me?” he asks. “I’ve tried to do my best but I don't know.”

“I think he’s an asshole,” Hoseok says, sipping his americano with disdain all across his face.

“Maybe he’s just as confused as you,” Taehyung says, always the pacifist.

“About what?” Hoseok asks, frowning at his boyfriend. “He mistreated Jungkook, left him to fend for himself without any useful feedback, and now he’s ghosting him? That’s very unprofessional of him. No wonder all his scenters fail. He’s the one that’s fucking useless.” Hoseok sets his coffee down with too much force, rattling the table.

Jungkook nods, feeling validated. Taehyung hums, thinking over his words before answering.

“I agree that he hasn't been a model client, but Jungkook hasn’t spoken to him openly nor has he talked to Jimin, his senior, who is supposed to guide him. And knowing Kookie, it’s just because he doesn’t want to fail or has a weird one-sided competition going on in his little brain. Like, babes, he’s there to help you.”

Jungkook doesn’t nod, but knows Taehyung is right too. He also feels unnecessarily roasted. A gust of wind blows Jungkook’s hair in his eye but he doesn’t try to fix it, frozen in place as his nose twitches. Cedarwood and ginger.

Taehyung and Hoseok are still arguing, but Jungkook slowly, oh so slowly, turns to look. 

Namjoon has just turned the corner, talking animatedly and laughing with another man that, by the jasmine scent mixed in with Namjoon’s, is an omega. Jungkook’s eyes narrow and somewhere in the back of his mind he registers that Taehyung and Hoseok stopped talking, probably alerted by the souring of Jungkook’s scent. They must call him, but Jungkook can’t hear, the ringing in his ears rendering him deaf out of sheer anger.

How dare he? How fucking dare he? 

Not only has he been unprofessional, he’s been a complete asshole.

He had been cold and unresponsive towards Jungkook, while somehow being extremely attentive and thoughtful. He made it abundantly clear that he preferred Jimin over anyone else. He licked Jungkook’s wrists not once, but twice, and then ghosted him without even firing him properly so Jungkook could find another client. He made Jungkook feel things just to disappear and lie to Jimin about them doing good? Jungkook was fuming, clutching too tightly to his glass, hand shaking at the tension. Then Namjoon turned and their eyes met, one eyebrow arching.

Not very happy to see me?

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It’s like waving a red cloth in front of a bull.

Jungkook stands up, brushing Taehyung’s hands off of him and stomping towards Namjoon, who seems to be waiting for him, face impassive once more. Jungkook hears a small ruckus behind him and Hoseok says let him be , so he assumes that Taehyung tried to stop him.

“Hello,” Jungkook says, bowing to the tall, pretty omega before facing Namjoon. There’s no reason to be rude to him, he has done nothing wrong. “Is your phone broken?” Jungkook asks and watches Namjoon’s face go from careful disinterest to confusion.

“Uhm… no?”

“Good, good.” Jungkook nods. “Is your wifi working? Do you have a data plan?”

Now Namjoon is frowning. 

“I– yes.”

“I’m glad.” Jungkook gives him a forced smile, and a little sound besides Namjoon lets him know the omega is onto Jungkook even though Namjoon himself smells confused.

“Cool,” Jungkook says. He reaches for Namjoon’s hands, turning them over, and the omega gasps. Jungkook glances at him, but he looks more amused than offended so Jungkook keeps going. “Your hands are perfectly fine, right? You are in good health?”

Namjoon makes a face and pulls his hands away. His nostrils flaring when the movement sends Jungkook’s scent his way.

 “What are you—?”

“Are you close to your rut Namjoon-ssi?” Jungkook interrupts him forcefully and Namjoon gapes at him in surprise. Jungkook arches his eyebrows, urging him to answer.

“No, I’m not,” he says through gritted teeth.

He’s annoyed, it’s more than obvious, but Jungkook doesn’t care.

“Then you just decided to be a rude fuck and ghost me.” Namjoon’s eyes widen and his mouth opens but he doesn’t say anything.

“Oh my God,” gasps the omega, hiding a giggle behind his hand. Namjoon shoots him a look.

“Hyung, you should leave.”

“I’m good,” the man says, patting Namjoon in the shoulder. “I'd rather stay.” He turns to Jungkook. “You were saying?”

Jungkook sighs.

“Listen, I don’t even care anymore.” That’s a lie. “But there's a reason why your scenters never work. You give mixed signals, are not clear about your expectations, sometimes you are not even kind. You basically kicked me out of your apartment and then sent me to buy nesting shit and you didn't even come?” He’s getting heated as he remembers the past week. “You are not only unprofessional but an entitled idiot because you make it about everyone else! It’s everyone's fault but yours” He jabs at Namjoon’s chest again. “You don’t lower yourself you explain the shit you want but you say I did good then don’t call for fucking days without a word of explanation?”

“Listen…” Namjoon starts.

“I’m not done yet.” Jungkook barks and for some reason Namjoon shuts up. “Maybe this doesn’t mean shit to you but this is my job, and I want to be good at it. If you don’t want to work with me that’s fine but at least tell me so I can move on. Tell me where I wasn’t enough so I can improve for my next client.”

There’s a few seconds of silence as they just look at each other, Namjoon’s face set in a deep frown. Then the omega elbows Namjoon, making him wince.

Namjoon sighs. 

“You are right, Jungkook-ssi,” he says, not quite meeting Jungkook’s eye. “I should’ve behaved more professionally.” Namjoon hesitates, apparently looking for the right words. Jungkook crosses his arms. He better come up with something good. “I guess I’m not good with change and I was so used to Jimin.” Jungkook can practically feel his scent sour and he sighs, shaking his head in defeat. “Not that you were, uhm, inadequate. If anything I was out of line with the, well, the wrist thing.” Jungkook blushes and looks away. He finds Hoseok and Taehyung standing a few feet behind him and pretending not to listen. “But it just wasn’t working for me.”

“Why?” Jungkook pushes. He needs to know. “I have notes upon notes with your freaking rich people preferences. I did everything just like Jimin-hyung told me to. What did I do wrong?”

“Jungkook-ssi. You did nothing wrong. It’s not you it’s—”

For fuck sakes.

“Don’t give me the stupid break-up cliché! You paid for my services, just tell me the truth!” beside Namjoon the omega started giggling.

“Fine!” Namjoon half shouts. “You were too self-aware all the time. I could practically hear the wheels in your head turning. You were so uncomfortable in the nest, I just don't think we could work. It doesn’t seem to come naturally to you.” Namjoon shrugs.

“Oh, you don’t know anything you big mutt I could nest the shit out of you right now.”

“You should let him,” the omega pipes in from Namjoon’s right.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to go? Anywhere at all?” Namjoon glares at the omega.

“Your hyung is perfectly fine here, brat,” is the response he gets, paired with a Cheshire cat smile. Namjoon turns back to Jungkook.

“Listen, Jungkook-ssi. I’m sorry but you were too preoccupied with doing the right thing and you couldn’t relax. And if you don’t relax, I don’t relax. That’s why I liked Jimin so mu—” 

“Oh my fucking God!” Jungkook explodes. “Stop talking about Jimin for once!” He hears Taehyung and Hoseok moving behind him and then there’s a hand on his elbow, tugging at him lightly.

“You are the one who brought him up,” Namjoon complains, his eyes flickering between Jungkook’s face and the hand on his elbow. And if Jungkook weren’t so pissed he would find the whiny voice inflection endearing coming from the big alpha.

“Come on, Kookie.” Taehyung says, close to Jungkook’s ear, and Namjoon’s nostrils flare when Hoseok steps beside Jungkook draping his arm over the younger’s shoulder. Then an idea pops up in Jungkook’s head and it nails him in place. His eyes narrow. 

“Are you in love with him?” 

The face Namjoon makes is so offended and slightly disgusted that Jungkook actually believes him when he says: “No, he’s just my friend.” 

“Whatever,” Hoseok says, starting to drag Jungkook away. “We have better things to do, Bun.”

Namjoon's jaw clenches and he speaks again, taking a step towards Jungkook.

“Ok then, let's go,” Namjoon says, resolute and a little pleading. Eyes still wandering to where Jungkook’s friends are touching him. 

“Where?” Jungkook asks, confused. 

“To my house, so you can nest the shit out of me.” 

Everyone stops in their tracks and Jungkook stumbles over someone's feet. He looks at Namjoon but the alpha is back to his poised calm self.  From his periphery Jungkook sees the other omega’s mouth open in surprise and by the gasp in his ear Taehyung must be looking very similar.

“Right now?”

“Yes.” 

“B-but my friends?” 

“I can call my other driver for them” 

“Yes please.” Taehyung says.

“No,” Hoseok grunts and Jungkook can tell he is glaring at Taehyung from his scent alone. “We don’t need your charity. Besides, Jungkook is not—” but Jungkook is weak.

“I don’t like the nesting stuff I got.”

“Then get new things.”

“I can’t buy nesting materials by myself if the nest is for both of us.” 

“We can buy new things on the way home.” 

Jungkook narrows his eyes, unsure.

“Anything else?” Namjoon asks without missing a beat.

Jungkook scrambles, a slight edge of panic to his thoughts, turning his brain over without success.

“I guess not,” he finally says.

“Let’s go then.” Namjoon raises his hand, waving slightly and Jungkook turns to see Sejin turning on Namjoon’s car a little down the street.

“Are you sure?” Hoseok asks, close in Jungkook’s ear. Only then he notices how he’s been surreptitiously rubbing the inside of his elbow, where scent is strong and pure, against Jungkook’s neck, right over his gland.

Jungkook nods just as Sejin stops beside him, getting out of the car to open the back door for them.

“Hello, Jungkook-ssi!” he smiles, as chirpy as usual. Jungkook lightly waves, still confused as Namjoon gently extracts him out of his friends’ arms. Guiding him, hand on his waist, to get into the car.

“Don’t mind me,” he hears the omega say. “I’ll find my own ride home.” Jungkook looks back at him and he’s smiling, still completely entertained. “Don’t let him lick you anymore, Jungkook-ssi, he has to earn it,” he says with a wink, and Jungkook blushes.

“WHAT?!” Hoseok says, face wild. And shit, Jungkook tried to avoid that.

Namjoon gets in the car behind Jungkook, and Sejin closes the door. 

Jungkook barely notices when Sejin gets behind the wheel and starts driving. Namjoon is sitting so close to him that he can feel the warmth radiating off of him. Burnt cedarwood and spicy ginger make his nose itch. No matter how cool and collected Namjoon wants to look he’s upset. The car smells like anger but not quite. Jungkook risks a glance and finds Namjoon already looking at him. He buries the urge to be nice and doesn’t smile, holding the alpha’s gaze a few seconds before he turns to look out the window, crossing arms and legs.

Don’t let him lick you anymore. He has to earn it.

The other omega knew, and now his friends knew too. Jungkook could already feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. Most likely Hoseok. He was not answering that with Namjoon in such close proximity. But that was not the important part. If Namjoon felt the need to talk to someone about Jungkook, about the licking, that had to mean something right? You don’t talk to a friend about some random employee you’re about to fire, right? Maybe—

Nothing, a voice that sounded much like Hoseok pops up in his mind. It means nothing. This is your job . 

Right , Jungkook nods. This is my job.

“We are here,” Namjoon says sometime later, and Jungkook startles. 

He was so caught up in his own brain that he sort of forgot why he was there in the first place.  Jungkook looks out his window. They are outside the luxury nesting shop where he had purchased all the nesting materials. The memory must sour Jungkook’s scent because Namjoon taps his hand.

“I’m here,” he simply states. Why does Jungkook feel so much relief?

Sejin opens his door and they both step out. They say their See you s to the driver before venturing into the store. Jungkook goes for the carts but Namjoon gets there first.

“I’ve got it,” he says, lips curving into a smile and it’s the sight of his dimples that makes Jungkook notice that the alpha had never smiled at him. Somehow that makes him as sad as it makes his heart flutter.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. And they start walking to the lower floor.

Namjoon stops at the pajamas and looks at Jungkook expectantly.

“See anything you like?”

“Uhmmm.” Jungkook, “not really.” Jungkook says. He’s cool with his own pajamas.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Namjoon nods and keeps walking. When they get to the slippers the alpha stops in front of the blue bunnies, studying them solemnly.

“I should take another pair,” he hears Namjoon mutter, “Just in case,” he ruffles through the sizes until he finds the correct ones and throws them in the cart. Right beside them, Jungkook sees the pink koalas. “These are cute too,” Namjoon says, touching the fluffiness of the shoe. “What size are you?”

Jungkook tells him and Namjoon picks up two pairs and drops them in the cart.

“Why two?” Jungkook asks.

“In and out,” Namjoon explains and starts walking again.

They don’t get much else from that floor aside from a black beanie that Jungkook eyed for 0.05 seconds too long.

Instead of the ramp, they take the elevator for the second floor, cart and all and Jungkook jumps when Namjoon puts his hand on the small of his back. He looks around. There are a few people in the elevator, but no one is paying them any mind. Namjoon’s thumb drags, caressing his back, and Jungkook's breath hitches. It’s a simple, quite acceptable touch, but it feels charged, way too intimate for the setting. The second floor is a blur of Namjoon standing way too close to him, distracting Jungkook with his scent while also maneuvering the cart through the aisles as they pick bedding, blankets, and throws. Maybe it’s Namjoon's distracting presence but Jungkook is less worried about what the alpha might like and more about what looks cozy and cute to him. Unsurprisingly Namjoon nods at everything Jungkook picks, encouraging him to wrap himself in the fabrics and getting his favorites in several colors.

They get to the third floor and, to no one’s surprise, he fills the cart with whatever Jungkook looks at for more than a few seconds. Jungkook gets to match the pillows with the bedding, making it cohesive to the reddish wood and dark green details of Namjoon’s bedroom. He’s excited now. Can’t wait to get to Namjoon’s apartment so he can start arranging everything. Jungkook has already chosen which pillows and blankets will mark the perimeter of the nest. What should smell of Namjoon and what he will scent himself.  When he sees him, Jungkook stops in his tracks. His lips part in awe, it’s just as beautiful as Jungkook remembers. Namjoon doesn’t even notice that Jungkook stops walking, too enamored by the same view. He keeps going one hand out until he can touch it then he gasps, recently smoothing his hand down the soft velvety surface of his belly. Jungkook clears his throat.

“Let's get it,” he says, motioning at the taller-than-Namjoon Snorlax.

“Isn’t it too big?” the alpha asks, and Jungkook can see the stars in his eyes. He’s in love.

“It’ll go with the color scheme,” he comments, trying to act nonchalant.

“Where would I even keep him?”

“He can sit on the couch in your bedroom when I’m not there.” Jungkook offers. No, of course he hadn’t thought about this at all.

“He could, right?” Namjoon asks and he’s full on smiling. Jungkook has never seen more beautiful teeth. How can he be hot and endearing? This grown alpha, dressed in a suit that must cost more than Jungkook's entire life, stroking the belly of a gigantic Snorlax plush.

The expression on Sejin’s face when he sees them walk out with Snorlax held between the two of them, their free hands holding several bags and two store workers helping him with the bags makes Jungkook giggle.

“We’re gonna need the other car.”

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They did need another car. It was a tight fit and a little like a Tetris game. Namjoon sat in the front with Sejin and Jungkook shared the backseat with Snorlax, the trunk full of the bags they had in their hands. The second car was loaded with everything the beta store clerks were carrying and some they couldn't fit in the first car. The way the betas were gushing quietly and smiling proudly at Jungkook made him blush and hold Snorlax tighter. Namjoon puffed out like a peacock when he heard them and Jungkook saw him trying to slip them a hefty tip that they didn't accept. The trek to Namjoon’s apartment was also a nuisance. Namjoon made him let go of Snorlax so a couple of concierges could take him up the stairs while they made two trips in the elevator to get everything up. They are mostly silent, but Jungkook can feel Namjoon glancing at him, a certain air of expectation between them. When he looks at the alpha, Namjoon looks away quickly. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.”

“Do you want to say something, Namjoon-ssi?”

Namjoon shakes his head quickly and a little too vigorously. “No, no. Everything is fine.” Namjoon smiles awkwardly. You know what? Jungkook doesn’t have time for this.

“I like your outfit,” Namjoon says on the second trip, his head popping over the mountains of bags to smile softly at Jungkook.

“Oh,” Jungkook looks at his clothes: oversized everything in dark colors and shoes that make him a few centimeters taller. “Thanks, it’s not much your style, though.”

“But it’s yours, isn’t it?” Namjoon leans his head against one of the bags and it crinkles under the pressure. “You look cool, they match your tattoos and piercings better.” Jungkook’s hand comes up to fidget with the two rings around his lip.

“Thank you,” he finally whispers. Namjoon nods and his head disappears again behind the wall of bags.

After the   third trip they stand in silence in front of the door. Jungkook is horrified, partially regretting insisting on getting the big thing.

“It won’t fit.” Jungkook whispers.

“Has to.”

“It’s too big.”

“All shapes are beautiful, Jungkook-ssi, don't body shame.”

“But it's so fat.”

“We got this. Just, let me think.”

Sejin clears his throat as he steps out of the elevator and when Jungkook sees him blush he blushes too. Namjoon is unaware, frowning as he looks between the open door of his apartment and Snorlax.

“I could call maintenance to remove the door for a bit, sir.” He suggests.

Namjoon hums, think it over. He looks at his watch and then glances at Jungkook.

“You should go home, Sejin-ssi. I’ll handle this.”

“Are you sure, sir?”

Namjoon nods. “I’ll let you know if Jungkook needs a ride home.”

Sejin bows and scurries to the elevator with evident relief. Jungkook turns to look at Namjoon.

“So…”

Namjoon sighs, stretching his back and fixing the waist of his slacks as he says something. Jungkook is momentarily distracted by how the buttons of his dress shirt seem to be fighting for their lives.

“Uh?” Jungkook says when Namjoon looks at him looking for an answer.

“I think the best course of action is to push it in slowly,” Namjoon repeats and Jungkook’s mind wanders.

“I-If you say so,” he stutters, feeling a blush on his cheeks. Namjoon arches a singular eyebrow.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” Jungkook squeaks. “Come on. I’m hungry.”

That seems to get Namjoon to focus. They move the Snorlax to stand in front of the open door.

“Let’s start with the head,” Namjoon reasons. “Once we push the head in, the rest will slide easier.”

Jungkook blinks. Is he doing it on purpose? But Namjoon looks so unaware and focused on getting the damn stuffy in his place that he doesn’t think it’s intentional. They stand side by side and begin pushing the thing in.

“Careful with the side,” Namjoon says, reaching around Jungkook and showing him how to push over the mortise so it doesn’t rip the fabric. “Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers right into his ears and Jungkook stops breathing for a second.

They settle into a rhythm, pushing Snorlax from one side before moving to the next. Namjoon keeps whispering under his breath, mostly to the plushie, but it still does things to Jungkook. 

“Yeah, baby,” he says when they push it in a few inches on one side. Jungkook bites his lip.

“You’re doing good.” Namjoon mutters, pushing the highest part down so it fits through the door. Jungkook shivers.

“Almost there,” he whispers, reaching around Jungkook to untangle fabric that Jungkook forgot to fix from the mortise’s hook, and effectively caging him between Snorlax and his body. “Like this, Jungkook-ssi,” he leans forward to show him and his chest presses against Jungkook’s back. Jesus fuck. Jungkook lets his head thump against the doorframe. This man needs to be stopped.

“Are you alright?” Namjoon asks, and Jungkook opens his eyes to find Namjoon’s face looking him over with concern.

“I need to pee.” Jungkook blurts out and Namjoon’s eyes widen. Great, now he’s a liar.

“Let’s hurry, then.”

By the time they get Snorlax into the hallway and close the apartment door behind them, Jungkook is more than a little… restless.

“Just a little more,” Namjoon says, somewhere over his nape and Jungkook looks at the ceiling with a silent prayer.

Finally, they stumble into the living room. Namjoon slips and falls on Snorlax with a groan.

“He’s so soft,” he says, rubbing his face on the Pokemon’s belly. He turns his head slightly, fixing Jungkook with a sharp look. Then his hand shoots out, grabbing Jungkook’s wrist and pulling him down with him. Jungkook’s squeak is so undignified that it makes Namjoon chuckle. The alpha cradles Jungkook against his chest, squeezing him tight. Jungkook’s nose is deep into cedarwood and ginger. Spicy autumn, he thinks, remembering his first impression of the alpha’s scent, melting his body into the embrace. Namjoon sighs, and pulls Jungkook up, dragging him against his body so easily that Jungkook’s brain short circuits. The alpha reaches Jungkook’s neck with his nose, sniffing. Then he freezes, his scent souring, and he loosens his grip on Jungkook.

“We should get him into my room,” Namjoon says, getting up and making the omega scramble to get on his feet. Jungkook looks at Namjoon, confused, but he’s turning around without meeting his eye, carefully taking the sculpture on its plinth and walking towards the closest door.

“Could you get the door for me, please?” 

Jungkook rushes forward and opens the door for him, taking the opportunity to peek inside. It’s a small gym. A treadmill, weights, resistance bands, and a jumping rope are scattered around, and even a punching bag stands to one side. 

“Sometimes I don’t feel like going to the gym,” Namjoon explains and Jungkook nods like it’s perfectly reasonable to customize a gym-like room just because you'd rather stay home some days.

“So this is how the other half lives,” he mutters, and Namjoon snorts as he passes by him.

Getting Snorlax to Namjoon’s bedroom is a lot easier, the hallways and the doorframe of Namjoon’s room are thankfully wider than the entryway.

He doesn’t fit on the couch so they sit him under Namjoon’s TV, right in front of his bed, by Jungkook’s suggestion.

“You can use my bathroom,” Namjoon says. Jungkook looks at him confused and then he remembers.

“Oh! Sure!” Jungkook scurries down the walk-in closet and to the bathroom. He’s kind of surprised with how big it is. A shower and a tub, a double sink even though it’s clear Namjoon uses only one, shelving with towels, and a bathrobe on a hanger. 

Jungkook eyes the robe, tense, then he embraces his inner creep and tiptoes towards it. Glancing at the door before he puts his face to the neck of the robe and gives it a sniff. It smells like fabric softener. Well, now Jungkook feels dumb.

He washes his hands and flushes the toilet just because.

“This is gonna scare me in the dark,” Namjoon mumbles when Jungkook closes the closet door.

“We can put him somewhere else,” Jungkook says, trying to move Snorlax by himself. “I didn’t think about that, sorry.”

Namjoon stops his efforts.

“If you want him there, he’ll stay there. Don’t worry about it.” He pads out of the room and pulls Jungkook behind him. Namjoon sits on one of the kitchen stools and pulls out his phone.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Samgyeopsal?” Jungkook asks. He’s had a craving for pork belly for a while now.

“Sure, I know a place.” Namjoon nods, already scrolling through his phone. “Come take a look.” Jungkook tries to squeeze beside Namjoon but the alpha leans back, shoving his phone in Jungkook’s direction instead. “Pick whatever, I don’t mind.”

The small rejection stings, but Jungkook seeks revenge in the form of the most expensive dish in the restaurant. His mood sours further when Namjoon doesn’t even blink, just nods and says “Cool,” at the small fortune Jungkook wants.

“Do you want to go through the bags while we wait?”  Jungkook perks up at that and Namjoon smiles. “Let's see what we got. I already forgot.”

Namjoon sits on one couch while Jungkook kneels on the floor, surrounded by bags. He begins to pull everything out, testing textures and scents and showing everything to Namjoon like he didn’t pick half of the stuff himself. The alpha oohh's and aaah’s at appropriate times and having his full attention tickles something for Jungkook’s omega and he finds himself purring as he spreads blankets and pillows around himself.

“Want my help to take everything to my room? I can free up some space in the closet.” 

Jungkook bites his lips, looking down at the burnt orange throw in his hands.

“What is it?” Namjoon asks when Jungkook doesn’t answer.

"Well,” the omega looks up, trying to give Namjoon his biggest, sparkliest eyes. “I just think this would look really nice over the couch.” Jungkook pats the three-seater he’s leaning against.

Namjoon cocks his head to the side. “You think so?”

Jungkook nods and pouts as he speaks. “If I can spread things around the house we could nest in every room.”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon says, looking around. “Wouldn’t it get messy?”

Jungkook shakes his head.

“Not at all! Please alpha,” Jungkook begs and can practically feel how Namjoon’s demeanor changes. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Fine, then.” Namjoon says, “If that’s what it takes.”

“What it takes?”

“For you to nest the shit out of me.” Namjoon smirks and Jungkook squirms, looking away. He did say that, and he’s confident he can do it. But it is not the same: a public declaration backed up by his best friends and the actual course of action he’ll have to take in the privacy of Namjoon’s home.

“Yes, of course.” Jungkook nods and gets up quickly to start sorting through the materials room by room. He’s so focused on his tasks, arranging little piles of soon-to-be nests in what he thinks are the most unobtrusive corners of every room. This also allows him to explore the two rooms he hadn’t seen before. One is a guest bedroom with its own bathroom, fully equipped. The other one is a mix between a gaming and a reading room. Jungkook looks with interest at the layout on Namjoon’s desk as he folds and carefully places a few blankets in the corner of the reading nook by the window.

“Food is here!” Namjoon announces when Jungkook is in the hallway. He gets to the kitchen and finds the alpha trying to light up a disposable grill.

“Aya!” Namjoon hisses, dropping a charcoal briquette he’s trying to light.

“Do you need help?” Jungkook asks when Namjoon drops it a second time, shaking his hand with a frown.

“No, no, I got this.” Namjoon tries again, without success, to light the grill.

“Do you have an iron pan?” Jungkook asks. “I can grill the pork belly while you handle the side dishes if you want.”

Namjoon looks at Jungkook with narrowed eyes, like he’s trying to figure out if Jungkook is mocking him. After a few seconds, he sighs.

“Fine, my pots are over there.” Jungkook walks to the cabinet and finds that most pots and pans are basically brand new, just a couple of them look used. And when Jungkook says used, he means they have burn marks, and the Teflon has been scratched up, probably while trying to clean it.

That is a very expensive pan, Jungkook shouldn't find this cute.

They work around each other in silence. Jungkook has a few moments of panic trying to figure out Namjoon’s expensive electric stove, but he works it out and then they are sitting facing each other at the kitchen counter. Jungkook feels disgruntled because Namjoon isn’t feeding him. He’s not even sitting on the same side of the counter with him. Was he too pushy before? He’s the one that insisted on coming when Namjoon was ready to walk away so…

“So…” Namjoon says, startling Jungkook at the vocalization of his thoughts. “How-how was your day?”

Namjoon looks at him expectantly, a fake casualness to his posture that makes Jungkook suspicious.

“Fine.” Jungkook shoves a piece of pork belly into his mouth and reaches for the kimchi. 

“What did you do last week?”

Jungkook looks at Namjoon, confused. The alpha had never made small talk before.

“Went to class, went to the office. Stressed about not getting certain calls.” 

Namjoon’s shoulders rise and he gives Jungkook a little guilty smile. It’s surprising how expressive the alpha has become after a little passive-aggressiveness. Namjoon moves a piece of pork belly around his plate, not actually eating anything. Jungkook takes some pickled radish and dips it in ssamjang before eating it.

“Right,” Namjoon says. He pauses again. “Did you have fun today?” he asks then, looking at Jungkook expectantly. What does he want to hear so badly?

“For sure.” Jungkook nods. “It’s a lot better buying things with you than by myself. I want to know what you like.”

Namjoon looks down. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Jungkook-ssi. Thank you.” Jungkook watches him pick at his cuticles for a few seconds. “What about your friends? Did you have fun with them?”

Ah, of course.

Jungkook decides to play a little. “I always do.”

“That’s…that’s good.”

“Are you not hungry, Namjoon-ssi?” Jungkook asks, blinking innocently and ignoring the slight souring in Namjoon’s scent. Namjoon proceeds to shove some black rice and pork belly into his mouth, chewing quickly and swallowing.

“The omega I was with,” Namjoon comments a few bites later, sipping, too casually, from his water glass. “His name is SJ, we’ve known each other practically since birth, and our dads are best friends.”

Jungkook hums in acknowledgment, taking his time with another mouthful before answering. 

“That’s why he was enjoying himself so much.”

“He likes it when people have the guts to call me out. Especially in public.” Namjoon smiles a little but Jungkook squirms.

“I shouldn’t have done it in public.”

“Maybe not,” Namjoon shrugs, “but it’s okay. I deserved it “

Jungkook nods, he did. They keep eating and with each passing minute Jungkook feels the restlessness grow in Namjoon, he keeps glancing at Jungkook like he has something to say but doesn’t know how. Jungkook lets him marinate in anxiety a bit more.

“So… What about your friends?”

There it is.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon, faking confusion. “What about them?”

“You guys seem very close…”

“We are.” Jungkook hides a smirk behind his hand, pretending to chew.

“That’s good, I’m glad.” Namjoon nods, interlacing his fingers. “It’s good that you have friends like that.”

“Like what?” Jungkook asks, tilting his head to one side.

“Protective alphas and all that,” Namjoon says, leaning forward and searching Jungkook’s face for an answer he doesn’t want to give yet.

“Yeah, I love my alpha hyungs.” Jungkook smiles fondly, that much is true.

“You do?”

“Of course, the three of us always have sleepovers.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Sounds cozy.”

Namjoon looks so miserable. If they still had animal traits the ears at the top of his head would surely flatten backwards, his tail down and sad.

“Not really,” Jungkook says, looking at Namjoon  carefully, his next words are practically double test. “Since they started dating they make me sleep on the couch.”

He watches the alpha perk up.

“Oh! They are a couple then? That’s nice, very nice.” He stands up and starts to clean up their dishes, humming softly. Alarmed, Jungkook starts shoving food into his mouth when Namjoon’s back is to him. He’s not done yet. “Do you want dessert?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook looks at him, trying to pretend his mouth is not about to burst. “I have ice cream?” Namjoon turns to rummage through his fridge and Jungkook chews a few times with his mouth open before swallowing enough food to let him breathe. He closes his mouth half a second before Namjoon turns to look at him again.

“I’m good,” Jungkook says, hand in front of his face to hide his mouth. He waits for Namjoon to be busy drinking water before he speaks again.

“Are you ready to get the shit nested out of you?”

Namjoon chokes, coughing and spraying water all over the counter and himself. Jungkook giggles, pleased.

“Actually,” Namjoon coughs some more before speaking. “I have some work to do before that.”

“Oh, okay. Later then.” Jungkook says with determination.

“I’ll be in my office for a bit.” Namjoon says and then with a soft but commanding voice asks: “Do you want to change? I can lend you some clothes”

“I thought you liked the clothes.”

“It’s not about the clothes, Jungkook-ssi, it’s about their scent on you,” Namjoon says, face serious as he stares Jungkook down. “I can’t have something of mine smelling like another alpha.”

Jungkook’s heart has no business picking up speed the way it does, Namjoon is only stating his preferences, a logical fact. It shouldn’t make Jungkook feel hot all over.

“Sho-should I shower,” Jungkook asks and his face instantly burns at the thought of being naked in Namjoon’s bathroom. The alpha walks around the counter. Jungkook suppresses the urge to walk back as he approaches, looking up when Namjoon is close enough to tower over him.

He takes a big inhale before speaking. “Just change,” he whispers, toying with the hem of Jungkook’s sleeve. “Half the fun is replacing their scents with mine, right?”

Jungkook nods, speechless, and trails after Namjoon when he guides him toward his bedroom. They go straight into Namjoon’s walk-in closet. The alpha shows Jungkook a few drawers on the right side. “My pjs are here,” then he motions towards the drawers facing those from the other side of the room. “Those are workout clothes. When you’re done you can nest wherever you like, I’ll find you when I’m done.”

He closes the door when he leaves and Jungkook is alone. 

He drops to the floor, screaming silently. What the hell is he doing?  He doesn't have a list, he doesn’t have a plan, he doesn’t even have a toothbrush. Jungkook walks past the closet and into the bathroom. Jungkook finds a bottle of mouthwash on Namjoon’s sink and takes a shot, swirling it around and gurgling before spitting it out. Wait. Why would Namjoon smell the inside of his mouth? Jungkook flushes. Does he want Namjoon to smell the inside of his mouth? Jungkook pushes the thought away. There’s no time for that, he needs to focus. Just to calm himself down Jungkook splashes water on his face and neck while he washes his hands in the sink. Then he moves towards the clothes in search of clothes. He finds a set of brown pajamas and puts them on. Blushing furiously for the few seconds he’s in his underwear in the middle of the room.

“Get a grip, Jungkook,” he whispers.

Jungkook picks up his discarded clothes and bundles them up but he’s unsure of where to put them. He settles for leaving them in the armchair where he left his bag the week before. Then he goes to the kitchen and drinks a glass of water. He looks around but Namjoon not only cleared the table. He also did the dishes and put them away. Jungkook can’t see a single speck of dust out of place.

Fuck.

His nerves are making his palms sweat. Jungkook jumps around a little, shaking his arms and once again hoping Namjoon doesn’t have hidden cameras in his house. Maybe he should go back to that succulent stealing plan. 

Without giving himself much time to think about it Jungkook opens the door to Namjoon’s office, closing it softly once he’s inside the room.

Namjoon doesn’t even look up from where he’s hunched over some papers. The first thing he notices is the smell. Namjoon’s scent is thick around him, distress making Jungkook’s throat itch. In the time it took Jungkook to come into the room Namjoon lost the tie and waistcoat, both lying on the chair in front of the desk. His hair is ruffled and his frown tight, his eyes scanning rapidly from one piece of paper to the next, the pencil in his hand, when it’s not jotting down notes, is hitting a continuous tempo against the wood of the desk.

The urge to pull Namjoon away from his work and make him smell content again pulls at Jungkook’s instincts and all trace of anxiousness is gone. He works swiftly and steadily, pulling his nesting supplies from the otherwise-empty shelves and bringing them to the sofa. His brain temporarily shuts down and Jungkook is barely more than his nesting instincts, his need to soothe alpha. He moves the cushions of the back of the couch to have a wider base then he arranges pillows and blankets, scenting them thoroughly before placing them with care and precision.  And this time, everything feels right when he’s done. There´s no uncomfortable itch under his skin, there´s no need to rearrange or simply destroy. His nest is almost perfect, he just needs alpha’s scent.

Jungkook gets up and Namjoon is exactly where he saw him when he first entered the room. Jungkook moves slowly. He knows Namjoon’s priority is his job, always. So he’ll have to be strategic about this.

He steps around the desk, coming to stand behind Namjoon. First, he places his hands on the alpha’s shoulder, softly kneading the tense muscles. Bit by bit Namjoon’s shoulders relax, coming down a bit more every time Jungkook applies pressure. When Namjoon rights his posture, straightening his back, Jungkook takes advantage of the new position and lets his hands wander to the front of Namjoon’s chest, massaging over his clavicles and his upper chest. He still refuses to look up from his work, so Jungkook lets his hands wander up his chest again, to his shoulders and down his arms, rubbing the tense muscles. He moves forward until his chest touches the back of Namjoon’s head and Jungkook can easily reach his hand. He takes the pen out of Namjoon’s hand without resistance and when he straightens he pulls Namjoon with him, making him lean back on the chair. Namjoon goes easily, eyes closed even when Jungkook stops touching him. He strokes down Namjoon’s arms again, this time resting his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder and speaks softly into his ear.

“Come see my nest, alpha.”

Namjoon shudders, and Jungkook feels a rush of power so strong it almost makes his toes curl.

“I can’t, I still have work,” Namjoon complains but makes no attempt to move beyond Jungkook’s manipulation of his body. “I’m sure it’s as lovely as you.”

“But it’s not,” Jungkook whines, rubbing his cheek against Namjoon’s. “Not until it has alpha’s scent.”

Jungkook moves away and Namjoon’s eyes open. He turns in his chair, searching for the omega with pupils blown wide. Without a word, Jungkook extends a hand, palm up, and takes a step back. Pulled by invisible strings Namjoon gets up, following wherever Jungkook might lead him. He steps around the desk, interlacing his fingers with Namjoon’s and guides him towards the nest. He shyly stands by the side, letting Namjoon look at the ensemble. He watches Namjoon’s eyes as he takes everything in, his heart in his throat. 

“Is very pretty, Jungkook-ssi,” he smiles and Jungkook feels his chest swell with pride. “It looks very cozy.” Jungkook adverts his gaze, shy at the compliment he was looking for. He sits in the middle of the nest and takes Namjoon’s free hand in his own.

“Come,” he says, pulling, but the alpha resists, looking at his desk. Jungkook whines, pulling harder and making Namjoon lean forward. “Look at me.”

“Okay, okay,” Namjoon laughs like it’s such a hassle to give in. “Let me get the light.”

Jungkook sighs and lets go, watches Namjoon get his phone from the table and fiddle with it as he walks back.

“Not all the way, though,” he instructs from his spot on the nest. “Just make it warmer.” Namjoon looks at Jungkook while he dims the light, waiting for the omega’s nod. Namjoon makes a move to get into the nest but Jungkook stops him. “Put the phone away.”

“Smart omega,” Namjoon says as he leaves his phone on the desk. When he returns he stops in front of the nest. “Can I come in now?”

Jungkook takes his hand again, guiding him forward.

“Don’t mess it up,” he whines, frowning when Namjoon accidentally kicks a pillow to the side. Namjoon only laughs, supporting his weight in one knee when Jungkook lies on his back.

“I don’t want to crush you.” Namjoon whispers.

“You won’t,” Jungkook breathes back, “I like it.” He hooks his arms under Namjoon’s  and towards his back. Namjoon resists for a second. His hands on either side of Jungkook’s head. But the omega whines again, pulling harder until Namjoon lets his weight down with a breathless laugh. Jungkook squirms, fixing their positions until Namjoon is a comfortable weight on top of him, his head on his chest and torso between Jungkook’s parted legs. He hums, his scent spiking up in satisfaction when he pulls Namjoon even closer to him and the alpha’s arms sneak under Jungkook’s body squeezing him back.

“So good,” Jungkook mumbles. They’ve been speaking in hushed voices since Jungkook finished his nest and everything feels warmer, closer in a way that makes Jungkook’s mind a bit hazy, less aware of what’s going on around them, what he’s supposed to do. His mind is a loop of Nest-Alpha-Nest, he’s underwater and doesn’t want to come up for air.

The weight of Namjoon’s body does nothing but bury him deeper in comfort, heightening his senses. He keeps a hand on the back of Namjoon’s neck,  running his fingers through his hair when Namjoon shuffles up to rub his face against Jungkook’s cheek, sniffing for the traces of Hoseok’s scent to rub it off of him. The blatant claim makes Jungkook chuckle, his laugh quickly turns into a shiver when Namjoon’s mouth opens and Jungkook feels his warm breath against his neck. He wants to, it would feel so good, but he pulls back and fixes Namjoon with a reproachful look. Namjoon lids flutter open and he looks back at Jungkook, almost crossed eyed and whiny when he leans forward and the omega pulls back again.

“Omega-hyung said you had to earn it,” Jungkook whispers and Namjoon blinks three times before his words register. He deflates, dropping his head on Jungkook's shoulder.

“Fine…”

“I’ll let you know when you’ve earned it.” 

Jungkook shuffles back, directing Namjoon’s head to his neck again. The alpha hums, eyes already close.

“I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Namjoon’s scent settles almost abruptly. There’s still remnants of the burnt wood of his stress, but waves of citrusy sweetness, spicy autumn roll off him that make Jungkook’s body go lax.

“Better?” he asks. Jungkook can feel the rumble coming from Namjoon’s chest when he plays with his hair. He nods against Jungkook’s clavicle.

“Why are you so stressed?”

“Work,” he mutters. Jungkook hums in acknowledgement. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

Namjoon shakes his head no. 

“Sorry.” It makes Jungkook chuckle.

“It's okay. I’m here if you want to talk about it later.” 

Jungkook starts running his hand up and down Namjoon’s back. He feels muscle shift under the fabric of his dress shirt, a lot of muscle. Carefully Jungkook reaches down with his hand until he finds the hem of the shirt. The other hand continuously playing with Namjoon’s hair. Willing his heart to still, Jungkook fiddles with tha fabric. He inhales and his knuckles grace the skin of Namjoon's lower back. On top of him, the alpha stills.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

There’s a pause, and Jungkook is about to pull his hand away when Namjoon melts even further on top of him with a big exhale.

“It’s okay.”

Something flutters in Jungkook’s belly and he closes his eyes tightly, smiling at himself.

He moves slowly, savoring the feeling of smooth warm skin against his knuckles. He traces the edge of Namjoon’s sweatpants and feels as much as hears the alpha’s breathing stutter. He gets to the middle of Namjoon’s back–where it dips with muscle–and opens his palm. Letting it mold to Namjoon’s body. The alpha makes a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whine when Jungkook begins to trace shapes into his skin. His scent is rich, the spice and ginger taking over and it’s overwhelming and thrilling in equal measure.

Jungkook feels something stir inside of him and he squeezes Namjoon's middle with his legs. The alpha groans deep and his fingers dig in Jungkook's rib so hard it hurts. But Jungkook doesn’t complain, doesn’t pull away, just keeps tracing Namjoon’s back, the taut lines of his back.

“Relax,” Jungkook whispers. “Don’t think so much.”

He replaces tracing with kneading. Namjoon’s back is tight with knots and Jungkook’s has nothing but time. 

Painstakingly slow Namjoon’s body loosens up, his shoulders come down, his head becomes heavier in Jungkook’s shoulder, his grip softens, even his scent mellows out, and becomes less all-encompassing and Jungkook feels his own scent taking over.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asks, whisper soft.

“‘ ‘ch better,” Namjoon utters against his skin. He rubs his head against Jungkook’s neck like a puppy and it makes him giggle. “ ‘st ‘lil nap” he says next and Jungkook hums in agreement.

He feels something wet and it’s about to scold Namjoon when he realizes the alpha is drooling, It takes everything in Jungkook not to laugh out loud. But then Namjoon starts snoring, a continuous sound, like a little chainsaw. Laugher shakes Jungkook’s body until tears are slipping from his eyes. He takes a few deep breaths until he calms down. He relishes in the quiet, looking at the ceiling. Namjoon would definitely benefit from a few mood lamps, Jungkook thinks. He yawns. He should mention it when the alpha wakes up.

Jungkook shifts, looking for a more comfortable position and Namjoon’s arms tighten around him reflexively. Just a little nap sounds about perfect. 

Chapter Text

The mess of papers on his desk is proportional to the amount of open files on his laptop. He opens the string of HR emails and cross references them with the police report. Looking for something useful. Namjoon twists his neck until he hears a satisfying crack. He takes a long sip from his coffee, sighing as he skims through the piece of paper in front of him: Security footage inconclusive , No prior complaints .He highlights a few relevant phrases but others make him frown: inappropriate behavior during work dinner , and comments about omega employee’s  physical appearance . 

His client sounds like a certified subgenderist asshole there’s no denying that. Then the messaging app pops up on his computer screen:

Jimin asked me to remind you that his ptotégé is going over tonight at 6. Be nice.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. He would be nicer if people were more professional. 

He checks the hour on the corner of his screen. 4:43. He still has time. Namjoon yawns and drinks more coffee before continuing to read. He gets sucked right in, pouring over documents as he tries to make an accurate timeline to discuss with Mrs. Kang in their meeting tomorrow: Mr. Choi claims Mrs. Kang brushed her hand against his on multiple occasions…

He looks away mid sentence, suddenly noticing that he needs to pee. Annoyed at himself Namjoon rolls his chair back, walking for the door. His body is stiff. He should shower, actually shower, not just stand under the cold water to wake himself up. He’s starting to smell stale, even to himself. 

His nose twitches when he opens the door and freezes mid-step. A fresh, tropical, flowery scent practically knocks him off his feet. Namjoon’s nostrils flare, his chest rumbling without his permission when he catches the origin of that scent. A boy, well, a young man, with wide round eyes and pouty lips that make him look infinitely innocent. Jimin’s boy.

Fuck.

The animalistic urge to claim, guard, and mark makes him break a sweat by just standing there, looking at temptation on a silver platter in the middle of his living room. 

Namjoon pulls his phone out to gain a few seconds. 6:03. So punctual. He looks up at the boy, who hasn’t moved an inch, hoping he doesn’t notice the tremble in his hands. Fuck, he needs a shower. 

Namjoon releases his grip on the door handle and stalks towards his room, quietly enjoying how the boy takes a step back when Namjoon approaches. Once safely in his bedroom, takes a deep breath before opening the door again.

“Wait here,” he tries to say but his voice is coarse and it sounds more like a bark. He closes the door again and winces. Great start, you idiot.

Whatever. He’s not sure if he trusts Jimin’s scenter instincts as much as Yoongi says he should. The kid probably won’t last long.

He showers and his mind wanders to the pretty omega in his living room. How sparkly his eyes were, how pink his lips looked, the two hops adorning his bottom lip. Does that mean he likes a little pain? Such a pretty thing with an even prettier scent. Namjoon soaps up his body, looking down at himself. How long has it been since he last… Maybe he could be quick…

No. Don’t be a fucking pervert.

Slightly disgusted with himself Namjoon turns off the hot water and finishes his shower shaking under the cold stream. Once he’s out he feels a little more human.

He studies his face in the mirror as he goes through his skin routine. His eyes are sunken and dull and he has a singular pimple on his forehead. Not his worst and not his best. Why does he even care, anyway? While brushing his teeth, he opens the file he was sent a few days prior and scans through it quickly: Jeon Jungkook. College student, that must mean he’s at least 10 years younger than Namjoon. Likes trying new food, video games, and cooking.

Useless information if you ask him.

He gets dressed quickly and casually, drying his hair half heartedly with a towel before walking back into the living room. Namjoon approaches Jungkook, brushing his damp hair out of his eyes, and stops a few feet away from him. The omega’s scent is almost too penetrating. It seeps into his brain and he can do nothing but take a few cautious inhales, willing himself to get used to it.

“Hello. Namjoon-ssi?” comes a voice. Soft, just as soft as the scent. If Namjoon could lick a sound he would do it in a heartbeat. An alarm comes off in the back of his head. He’s talking to you , raunchy fucker . He blinks to clear his head.

“Hello. Jungkook-ssi,” he says, and he’s pretty sure his voice is unnecessarily harsh. He tilts his head to the side and the omega mirrors him and the sight of his exposed neck makes Namjoon’s gums ache. “How old are you?”

“24, sir.”

9 years younger then. Namjoon notices the tattoos on his hand, notices how hard he’s gripping the strap of his bag, would he grip his hair just as tightly if he… 

Wow. What. The. Fuck. Let's not do that.

“You look younger.”

“Is that a bad thing?” the omegas whispers, his breathy voice stirring warmth in Namjoon’s belly. 

“We’ll see.”

Namjoon fakes nonchalance as he bullshits his way through the interview. He asks every question he has asked previous candidates and Jungkook answers flawlessly. He must admit, the boy knows exactly what to say to please Namjoon and that makes the alpha marinate in quiet satisfaction, makes him want to praise the omega for a job well done, but he refrains.

He decides to stray from his usual questions just to see how Jungkook will fend off. He seems less confident, taking more time to think his answers over. Namjoon sees his brow furrow, nibbling his lip, and enjoys the way his scent stings a little with nerves. It’s adorable.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Namjoon says, trying not to smile at how utterly relieved Jungkook looks. “Do you have any questions for me?” This seems to take Jungkook by surprise, his eyes widen and his smile turns into a grimace. “Don’t worry,” Namjoon says. “You can ask me anytime. Let’s eat.”

He pulls out the takeaway Sejin has gotten him for lunch and begins pulling everything out. Jungkook is sitting pin straight, his legs swinging under the table and his finger tapping lightly on the counter.

A fidgeter, Namjoon notes when his hand reaches up for the third time to mess with his lip rings. It should annoy him but he finds it endearing. Makes him want to wrap the omega in blankets and keep him away from the world. Among other things. Somehow Namjoon convinces Jungkook to be fed, and as soon as he sits close to the omega he realizes this was a bad, terrible, awful idea, but he can help himself. The omega looks small, demure next to Namjoon’s imposing figure, and the way he looks up at him, wide, shiny eyes, has him in a quiet frenzy.

“What do you want to try first?” he asks, inhaling deeply to get more of that floral, soft scent into his system.

“The pear?” Jungkook asks and Namjoon nods, picking up the chosen fruit and lifting it to Jungkook’s lips.

“You have a sweet tooth,” he comments as Jungkook leans forward, his lips parted, and his tongue darts out to help gather the offering. Namjoon’s nostrils flare.He should stop. He shouldn’t be looking at the young omega the way he is. Enjoying something that should be completely innocent like it is an erotic show just for him.

Watching Jungkook slurp on some cold noodles shouldn’t stir him like it does. What is he? A newly presented pup? A perv? Part of Namjoon feels embarrassed at how much he enjoys feeding Jungkook. Tending to the receptive, pliant omega satisfies several of his alpha needs, so much so that he forgets about everything else.

Namjoon lets himself indulge, just this time.

When Jungkook is done Namjoon sends him to sit on the couch while he cleans up the kitchen. Hoping that putting physical distance between them can help him reign himself back. He needs to fucking behave, yet his mind keeps running laps around Jungkook’s scent, Jungkook’s lips, Jungkook’s adorable smile, Jungkook’s eyes wide and sparkly and so honest, Jungkook’s pink little tongue. Namjoon is fucked.

There’s one last thing to do but he’s not sure if he can do it… respectfully.

He walks to the living room and finds Jungkook burrowed between couch cushions with a deep frown over his eyes.

“Is it okay…” Namjoon hesitates. He needs to be assertive, get it over and done with. He’s working himself up over nothing. His scent being nice doesn’t mean they’ll mix well. “I would like to do the scents test, if you don’t mind.” He corrects his tone. Invoking some semblance of authority.

“Of course, what do I do?” 

Namjoon feels equal parts endeared and flustered by Jungkook's willingness. He looks at the younger man, wondering if this is a bad idea. He feels on edge, a little too close to losing control and he hasn’t even touched Jungkook for the first time. But he knows he won’t be able to let it go later if he doesn’t at least try now.

“Just close your eyes,” he manages to say and the speed at which Jungkook complies makes him want to pounce. 

He approaches Jungkook, purposeful. He stops just a hair away from touching him, enjoying the way the not-quite-enough closeness makes his skin erupt in goosebumps, and when the omega turns his head to the side, exposing his neck, Namjoon almost shivers in pleasure.

“Very good,” he whispers, unable to help himself as he leans forward to smell the crown of Jungkook’s head, keeping him in place with a hand on his shoulder that quickly moves up to his neck, hungry for skin contact. His tightens when Jungkook shivers, his other hand blinding finding the omega’s wrist and lifting it to his face. He breathes over Jungkook’s scent gland, almost drunk on it. His body is numb, out of his control at the same time that a tingling sensation descends from his scalp to the tips of his toes. Jungkook shivers against him and Namjoon draws him closer, pulling Jungkook’s face towards his own scent gland, and only then he notices how he’s licking over Jungkook’s wrist.

It’s too much. He knows. Too intimate and too suggestive for what they are supposed to be doing. But the way Jungkook leans into him, his breath warming Namjoon’s neck. How he clutches and pulls at Namjoon’s shirt, his little gasps and whines make it almost impossible for the alpha to pull away.

Instead, the hand on Jungkook’s neck goes to his waist, dainty, and pushes him flush against his body. Jungkook outright moans into Namjoon’s skin, one of his legs pushing his way between Namjoon’s thighs with the excuse of balance. 

He needs to pull away, Namjoon thinks. But the thought of losing this sensation growing within him makes him stall. He licks Jungkook's wrists until he can taste more himself than the omega, feeding on his scent, his warmth, and the sounds he makes against Namjoon’s skin. 

Finally, Namjoon stops. He pulls back and it almost physically pains him. Pushing Jungkook away when he leans in trying to crowd into Namjoon’s space again takes all of his willpower.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, voice coarse.

“S‘eepy.” The omega's eyes are fogged, his scent is strong and way too inviting.

He needs to leave before Namjoon does something stupid.

“Let me get you some water,” Namjoon escapes into the kitchen, but the distance is no use. Their mixed scents are cloudy steam that will hang in Namjoon’s house at least until the next day. 

Namjoon can feel the omega's eyes on him but still takes his time going back into the living room. He watches Jungkook drink the whole glass greedily, looking less confused and unfocused the more time passes.

He wants to mess him up.

Alarmed at his own thought process, Namjoon retrieves Jungkook's glass and goes to the kitchen, calling Sejin to take Jungkook home before he loses his mind. Jungkook looks disgruntled but picks up his bag and follows Namjoon out of the apartment and into the elevator. The closed space is a new kind of torture, specially because Namjoon can smell a different kind of sweetness, and undercurrent to his scent that can only mean one thing.

“Was I good?” comes Jungkook’s voice, small and shy but enough to break the silence.

Namjoon wills himself to stay still, to not back him up against a corner to rub himself all over the omega or to drag him back into his apartment and…

He bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to snap him out of his daze.

“Very good,” he whispers, and can’t help himself. He needs to touch. Even the small grace of his knuckles with the skin of Jungkook’s hand makes him feel calm and incredibly elated at the same time.

He walks Jungkook to where Sejin is waiting by the car. The beta looks Jungkook up and down, no doubt able to smell Namjoon all over him, and sends a reproachful look toward his boss.  A bit late for regrets , Namjoon thinks, avoiding his gaze as he walks back to his apartment. His blue bunny slippers mock him with their little embroidered smiles.

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Waking up in a random man's bed is not a completely unfamiliar experience for Jungkook. He’s good looking; he has needs. No shame in loveless sex if it's consensual and safe. Waking up in Kim Namjoon’s bed, though, is something else entirely. Especially because he doesn’t remember how he got there. He remembers his… conversation with Namjoon near the coffee shop. He remembers shopping, he remembers eating dinner and later dragging Namjoon away from his work. Did Namjoon carry him to bed? He knows the alpha left the room a while ago, his scent is mild, mostly emanating from the space behind Jungkook on the bed. 

Junngkook hesitates, but he’s sure Namjoon is not there so he stretches his body before giving into his stalker tendencies and rolling to Namjoon's side of the bed, diving headfirst into the pillow.  Jungkook groans. He smells so good. Jungkook inhales so deeply that the pillowcase momentarily obstructs his nostrils. He exhales through his mouth, rubbing himself on the bed to make the mix of them last a little longer on the alpha’s bed and his own skin. 

He should get up. He’s technically still working. Is work supposed to be this nice? Is he supposed to enjoy himself so much? Jungkook doesn’t think so. He hears a loud bang and a whispered curse. 

Ok, he definitely needs to get up.

He sits up and almost screams. Leaning against the wall in front of him is Snorlax with his slanted eyes and fangy smile.

“I love you but he was right,” Jungkook says into the dark. “You are scary.” Snorlax doesn’t even blink.

  Jungkook sighs, kicking the blankets off. On the floor, he sees a pair of pink koala slippers, and his lips curl into a smile. Out of curiosity, Jungkook looks at the sole and there, in big black letters is written IN. His smile widens, he wants to kick his fit and giggle. He bites his lip to contain himself, taking a deep breath before he puts on the slippers and walks out of the room.

He finds Namjoon in the kitchen, facing the stove. The alpha is throwing some brown and black substance from the pan and into the trash can. He sighs, moving the pan to the sink and putting it under the water. The sizzling sound reaches Jungkook at the same time as the smell of burnt food and annoyed alpha. Jungkook approaches him quietly, sure he won’t notice his scent over the food. When he’s close enough he peeks over Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Watcha doing?”

“Jesus fuck!” Namjoon jumps, dropping the pan in the sink with a loud clank.

“Sorry,” Jungkook giggles, passing him a rag he sees on the counter.

“Liar,” Namjoon huffs as he dries where the water splashed, and it makes Jungkook laugh louder.

“I was trying to make breakfast, and then I forgot, basically cremating our food. So I ordered breakfast. Should be here soon.”

“What time is it?”

“8:13,” Namjoon says, looking at the hour on his phone.

“I have class at 2:00, so breakfast should be fine.” Jungkook looks at Namjoon, his black pajamas, and his ruffled hair. “Don’t you have work?”

“I can work from home.”

The doorbell chimes. “That’s our food.”

Namjoon disappears and comes back with a bag and two iced americanos in hand. He unpacks their breakfast, healthy-looking sandwiches, and sits in front of Jungkook.

He doesn’t feed him this time either, but Jungkook supposes that would be uncomfortable with sandwiches. He doesn’t pout any less because of it. Namjoon watches him eat, and the scent of content alpha soon washes away that of burnt food.

“So…” Jungkook opens. He takes a sip of his coffee to make time.

“So?”

He doesn’t know how to approach the subject delicately, so he goes for blunt. “What was I doing in your bed?” He must take Namjoon by surprise because his neck turns beet red before he answers.

“Well…” his eyes widen, trying to look convincing, Jungkook guesses. “I tried to wake you, but you are a surprisingly heavy sleeper.” Jungkook nods, that is true. Once he was sleeping at Hoseok’s dorm and a shelf above the bed broke and all the books fell on his head. He slept right through it. “And I thought there was no harm in you sleeping over; you said you were okay with it during the interview.” Jungkook nods again, letting Namjoon ramble on. “And since you’ve already been on the bed I thought you, as an omega, would feel more at ease there, instead of the guest bedroom. A familiar place and all that.”

That is quite thoughtful, Jungkook doesn’t know why it surprises him anymore. That’s kind of Namjoon’s trademark. Still, Jungkook’s not done messing with him. “Why didn’t you sleep in the guest bedroom?”

Namjoon blanks.

“I… I didn’t think about that.”

Jungkook giggles. 

“I’m messing with you, Namjoon-ssi, I don’t mind.”

When they are done eating Jungkook accepts Namjoon’s offer and Sejin drives him home. The beta smiles at him as kind as always and asks Jungkook how his night was in such a way that he blushes.

“I mostly slept, to be honest.”

Sejin only hums in response.

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“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” 

Jungkook stops in his doorway as Taehyung theatrically turns around in his desk chair, stroking one of Jungkook’s plushies on his lap. Behind him, Hoseok stands, serious and a little scary, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook asks, dropping his things on the entryway.

“Oh, so he doesn’t even remember!” Taehyung cries, tsking as he shakes his head. Hoseok doesn’t move an inch. “We were supposed to sleep over, idiot.”

Shit, he forgot.

“Since you left with that…dude. We came to wait for you.” Hoseok points at something on Jungkook’s desk. “You didn’t even take your phone.” Jungkook cringes, he didn’t notice.

“So, how did things go?” Taehyung asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jungkook gives them a summarized version of events. By the end of his story, he and Taehyung have moved to sit on Jungkook’s couch while Hoseok is still standing, looking down at them with his arms crossed.

“You’ll keep working with him?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, looking up nervously at his friend. “The money is good, and it’ll be better once I sign the contract.”

“How long is the test drive?” Taehyung asks.

“Two more weeks.”

“Are you sure about this?” Hoseok asks. “You were very upset yesterday.”

“I am!” Jungkook assures him, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “Besides, if anything happens I have my alpha hyungs to protect me, right?”

This softens Hoseok, whose posture relaxes, smiling a little.

“Always.”

“I have a question.” Taehyung quips in. “What do you know about the cute omega that was with him?”

“Seriously, Tae?” Hoseok says, rolling his eyes.

“What? I’m just curious.”

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Jungkook doesn’t hear from Namjoon during the weekend, but he already expected that. On Monday he couldn’t quite concentrate in class until Namjoon messaged him to ask if Sejin could pick him up after school the next day.

So on Tuesday Jungkook goes home after class and gets ready, carefully following the list he still has on his fridge. Sejin is as friendly as usual, and they make small talk in the car. Jungkook gets a light case of nerves before opening the door, but it all goes away when he sees the pink slippers waiting for him. He takes off his shoes and stores them in the corresponding closet, right beside another pair of pink slippers.

The apartment is as quiet as usual aside from soft lofi music coming from Namjoon’s office. Jungkook wakes his way there and finds the alpha still in his suit, sitting behind the desk and typing on his laptop.

“Hi,” Jungkook says, feeling suddenly shy.

Namjoon looks up, smiling when he sees Jungkook.

“Hey! Come in.” Namjoon motions him forward and Jungkook feels fluttery when the alpha pats the chair beside him. “I’m going over a deposition but I’ll be done in a bit.”

Jungkook nods like he understands what Namjoon means. 

“It’s okay if I do some work too?”

“Yes, of course.” Namjoon hurries to clean some desk space for Jungkook.

Jungkook pulls out his monstrosity of a laptop, embarrassment creeps in when the noise of the fan is louder than Namjoon’s music. The alpha glances at him out of the corner of his eyes and Jungkook can see he’s trying not to laugh.

“It’ll shut up in a moment,” Jungkook assures him.

“I don’t mind.” Namjoon shrugs.

He must feel Jungkook’s awkwardness because he rolls the omega’s chair closer to his. Draping his arm over the backrest and holding him in a very light scruff. Jungkook’s shoulders come down from his ears and he relaxes the frown he didn’t notice he was sporting. 

Namjoon’s hand starts to caress the sides of Jungkook’s neck, decisively avoiding his scent gland, down to his upper back, and then up until his fingers run through Jungkook’s hair. It’s a very light and comforting touch, so much so that Jungkook doesn’t even get annoyed when Final Cut takes a lifetime to load.

While Jungkook waits he looks at Namjoon. The alpha is engrossed in his work, eyes scanning the page before he looks at his screen, rewriting or editing whatever he’s working on one-handed.

Jungkook studies his profile. His hair is cropped short near his neck, longer as it reaches the top of his head, carefully styled in a side part. He has soft eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes that Jungkook knows for a fact are as warm as they are intimidating. His nose is small and straight, quite cute in the middle of a very traditionally masculine face. His jawline is less defined than Jungkook’s but still easily traced. His lips are plump and can morph into one of the most beautiful smiles Jungkook has ever seen.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Namjoon asks without looking away from his screen, his thumb tapping lightly on Jungkook’s neck. 

  “Don’t you need both hands?” Jungkook asks back.

“I’m doing fine,” Namjoon smiles.

“I’m waiting for the software to load,” Jungkook explains. Namjoon glances at his screen.

“What are you working on?”

“I’m editing my team’s short film. It’s our undergrad project.”

Namjoon hums, looking at Jungkook’s computer again.

“How is that going?”

“Slow,” Jungkook sighs. “But she’s been on her best behavior.” Jungkook gently taps the top of his computer screen.

“Shouldn’t you get a better one for your thesis or your professional life?”

Jungkook snorts. “Maybe when I get paid for this job. The kind of equipment I want is expensive.” Jungkook yawns, Namjoon touch making him too comfortable. “Someday I will get the workstation of my dreams.”

Final Cut decides to come alive just then and Jungkook starts on his project.

They work side by side in comfortable silence. At some point Namjoon makes them both take a break for food, and this time he sits Jungkook on his lap on the couch, feeding him forkfuls of pasta. His other hand is a warm pressure on the small of Jungkook’s back.

Namjoon doesn’t ask for deeper scenting and Jungkook can tell he’s satisfied with the casual kind of intimacy. His scent is pleasant and content and Jungkook feels satisfied with a job well done. Things are definitely looking up for his relationship with the alpha.

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Namjoon asks him to come over again the next day and Jungkook almost fist pumps the air in the middle of class. This is great, amazing, especially because he gets paid by the hour, and with how they left things the day before, he’s sure today will be a piece of cake too.

  Yet, when Jungkook opens the open door he’s greeted by a wall of distress. The scent of conflicted alpha is so strong that it makes him scrunch up his nose, a whine in the back of his throat. 

Jungkook takes off his shoes and coat as quickly as he can, toeing the slippers on and walking into the apartment. Namjoon’s scent is everywhere, dripping from the walls and into Jungkook’s nostrils. Jungkook takes the liberty of opening one of the balcony doors to help air out the place. And maybe he’s also making a little time for himself to come to terms with the idea of comforting Namjoon, aware that this session is probably the make or break moment for Jungkook to get the job. 

He takes a deep breath, standing on the balcony before facing the inside of the apartment again. Now, where is he?

He checks the office first, but he’s not there. He goes down the hallway and opens every room he walks by, finding Namjoon in the gym room.

It’s messy. The weights and bands are scattered all around, one yoga mat haphazardly rolled laying on the floor, and the bench is knocked on its side. Namjoon's scent is overpowering. Jungkook steps in and closes the door behind himself. Namjoon is on the treadmill, his eyes focused out the window, unseeing,  his brow furrowed. Jungkook is momentarily side-tracked by the fact that Namjoon is wearing only shorts and his body is as defined as Jungkook had imagined. Not that he thinks about it that much. That would be unprofessional. He’s drenched in sweat and it glistens on his body. He must’ve been there a while. If Jungkook weren’t so worried about his mental state he would be impressed by his stamina.

“Namjoon-ssi?” 

Namjoon seems to snap out of it, his head turning sharply towards Jungkook without breaking his stride.

“Can I open the window?”

It seems to take a second for him to process. He nods once and his head snaps back front. Jungkook rushes to do as he offered, hoping the fresh air will do the alpha good. 

“I’ll get you some water.” Jungkook announces and gets no response.

He goes to the kitchen, relieved to find that Namjoon’s scent is already less suffocating. He fills a glass with lukewarm water and goes back into the gym room. Namjoon is still running on the treadmill.

Nest. Jungkook needs his nest. 

“Alpha?” Jungkook approaches him carefully. “Come with me, let's go to bed.” Namjoon shakes his head, pulling out of Jungkook’s grasp when he tries to hold his hand. 

“Ok, do you want to stay here?”

Namjoon finally stops running, his breathing is so harsh his chest must hurt.

“Please.” He finally says, his voice rough.

“Ok,” Jungkook says. “That’s perfect,” he smiles but Namjoon still looks disgruntled. “Give me a second.”

He goes into the small closet in the corner and pulls out the materials he had stacked there. He kind of rushes through it, trying to make a decent nest in the short amount of time. He rubs blankets and pillows against his glands arranging them to his liking on top of a couple of yoga mats he found. It looks… not right. 

Jungkook runs to Namjoon’s bedroom and takes the pillows and blankets from his bed, even the huge puffy comforter that he never uses but always sits at the foot. Once he arranges the new elements he finally feels satisfied. When he turns Namjoon is sitting on the straightened lifting bench, elbows on his knees and head hung low. Jungkook crouches in front of him, running his fingers through sweat-wet hair.

“Can you look at me?”

Namjoon lifts his head, and even though he’s looking right at Jungkook his stare is far away.

“Are you hurt?”

Namjoon shakes his head no.

“Good, good. Are you sad?”

No.

“Are you worried?”

Nod.

“Great, you are doing great. Is it a personal issue?”   

No.

“Is it a work thing?”

Yes.

“Do you want me to take care of you?”

Nod. 

Jungkook smiles, going for reassurance, and Namjoon focuses just enough to give him a light twitch of lips back.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Jungkook says, honest.

He takes both of Namjoon’s hands and, mimicking what he did in his office almost a week ago, he guides him to the makeshift nest.

He pulls Namjoon down with him and directs the alpha so they are lying facing each other, Jungkook is on his back while Namjoon drapes himself over his body, nuzzling into his neck. Jungkook hugs him tightly, running his hands over his sweaty skin. He begins to hum, hoping the repetitive sound is soothing. Slowly, very, very slowly, Namjoon begins to relax. His body loosens and he begins to reciprocate Jungkook’s touch, his hand sneaking under Jungkook’s shirt to grip his waist, his face rubbing against Jungkook’s neck. 

Namjoon clings to him like a lifeline and Jungkook does his best to be the comfort he needs. He switches from humming to singing very lightly, pushing out his calming pheromones until the room has that autumn mix of their scents and NJ is completely relaxed against his body. It makes Jungkook relax too. He starts to feel mellow, his thought process slowing down as his omega side feels more at home, comfortable, ready to take charge.

Jungkook doesn’t know how long has passed when Namjoon clears his throat. It startles Jungkook, who thought Namjoon was napping, but the alpha only tightens his hold on him a second, releasing the pressure before he speaks.

“Thank you.”

“I'm glad you texted me,” Jungkook says. Namjoon's face lifts from his neck and Jungkook cups his cheek with one hand. “I’m glad I can help.”

“I think you are the only person that could.”

Jungkook feels warmth spread all over him at Namjoon’s words. It feels good to be wanted, to be needed. It feels good that Namjoon chose him out of everyone.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “I can’t.”

“It's okay,” Jungkook whispers, not wanting to push. “Let’s stay like this a bit more.”

“Am I too heavy?”

No , Jungkook wants to say, you’re perfect . Instead he sighs. “It’s fine. Not like I need to breathe or anything,” he tries to joke and Namjoon looks at him for a few seconds. Jungkook panic thinking that maybe they aren’t in the joke-around stage yet when a mischievous glint reaches Namjoon’s eyes, and before Jungkook can process what’s happening, the alpha squeezes Jungkook against his body and flips them so he’s now on his back, Jungkook half on top of him. Their noses knock together and Jungkook’s leg is between Namjoon’s thighs. 

The wide-eyed look Namjoon sends him tells Jungkook it wasn’t his intention. But now Jungkook can feel him against his thigh, the soft shape between his legs. Namjoon lets go of Jungkook instantly giving him room to move away from him but the omega stays where he is. He doesn’t want to move. Not yet. That  primal part of him that somehow always comes out when he’s with Namjoon becomes the only voice Jungkook can hear. He wants alpha, he needs to feel him, he wants to please him.

“Don’t move, okay?” Jungkook whispers. “You owe me.” With a shaky breath, Namjoon nods.

At first he just looks. He likes looking at Namjoon. He’s handsome, strong, there’s something so inherently masculine about him that makes him a treat to watch. Jungkook takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. He feels like the scent of alpha fills him completely, like his skin is empty and can only be filled with Namjoon colored scent. It’s a little maddening, especially when he exhales and the alpha shudders under him, his hands once again coming to grip Jungkook’s waist.

He can feel Namjoon’s member responding to his scent. It's not very obvious, but Jungkook is too close to ignore how the alpha’s body reacts to him. The very light throbbing of the scent gland of his neck, the musky undertone of arousal on his scent or how his eyes keep drifting down to Jungkook’s lips. He shouldn’t, it’s several degrees of wrong but Jungkook’s body has a mind of its own and can’t resist rubbing his leg against Namjoon’s length under the pretense of shifting his position. Namjoon’s eyes flutter. 

Jungkook can feel Namjoon’s breath on his face and his mouth is so close, those same pillowy lips he’s been trying so hard not to stare at. Before he can lean forward Namjoon turns away and Jungkook is faced with golden, still slightly sweaty skin. But the grip on his waist doesn’t lessen, and Namjoon makes no moves to pull Jungkook’s thigh away from his crotch.

Jungkook closes his eyes and takes his time. He rubs his cheek against Namjoon’s, inhaling his musky scent. Fucking delicious. It’s a dance, Jungkook does something and waits for the alpha’s reaction. He moves closer to his neck, letting his lips drag over Namjoon’s earlobe. Under him, the alpha shudders. Jungkook keeps exploring his neck with his nose, with his lips. One hand gripping Namjoon by the jaw to move his head and give Jungkook more access. He moves down, and the motion slides his leg against Namjoon’s hardening cock. He mouths over Namjoon’s scent gland and Namjoon’s fingers tighten around his waist.

Jungkook starts moving his leg, slowly, along Namjoon’s twitching length. The alpha’s breathing is harsh, almost as much as it was when he was running. When Jungkook himself can’t handle it any longer he opens his mouth, licking a long, wet stripe from under Namjoon’s scent gland to his ear, sucking the lobe between his lips. Namjoon gasps would be comical if Jungkook wasn’t so turned on himself.

Jungkook feels feverish, driven by want alone when he stations his lips over Namjoon’s gland, licking and sucking like the alpha had done on his neck that first night. Now Jungkook understands how addictive it is. He’s getting hard too, the scent of slick a decadent perfume in the air. Jungkook braces himself on his knees just enough to gain more leverage. Namjoon, apparently tired of his passive role, takes advantage of the space between them to grind his cock up against Jungkook while the omega rubs himself against Namjoon’s thigh.

Jungkook's breathing fails him, stuttering as he tries to keep pace. Namjoon is strong, much stronger than him and is almost hopeless for Jungkook to try to maintain some semblance of control. A particularly precise grind has Jungkook moaning against Namjoon’s neck.

“Alpha…”

Namjoon freezes. There’s movement, disoriented and sudden, and it takes Jungkook a second to realize that Namjoon has laid him back on the nest and is standing up, panting as he takes several steps away from Jungkook.

“You should leave.”

“But–”

“This was a mistake,” Namjoon groans, turning his back to Jungkook as he presses a hand to his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Namjoon earnest tone stings. “You should leave,” he repeats, walking towards the door. “I’ll tell Sejin you are on your way down.”

And he's gone. It takes a moment for Jungkook to understand that Namjoon is not coming back.

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With as much dignity as he can muster, Jungkook leaves the apartment. Not even bothering to pick the nest up. Jungkook doesn’t cry. He wants to,  but he won’t cry when Namjoon’s driver can see him. Instead he texts Taehyung and asks him to meet in his apartment. His thoughts roll in waves of sadness, anger and guilt all the way home, avoiding Sejin’s worried glances through the rearview mirror. When he opens his door, Taehyung is sitting on his couch, sipping on a beer. He perks up as soon as Jungkook comes in, looking him over with careful eyes. Jungkook drops his bag and toes off his shoes, even leaves his jacket on the ground when he misses the hook by the door. He’s suddenly so tired.

“You alone?” Jungkook asks, looking around, not like there’s a lot of space to hide in Jungkook’s little shoe box of a home.

“Yep,” Taehyung nods, rubbing his thighs like he is unsure if he should approach Jungkook or not. “I figured you didn’t want hyung around, you sounded serious.”

Jungkook smiles a little. “Through text?” Taehyung nods and practically bounces out of his seat, walking for Jungkook with his arms open for Jungkook to walk into.

“Kook-ah, what happened?” he asks as soon as the omega is under his nose, his earthy scent souring. He pulls Jungkook away, studying his face carefully. “Did he hurt you?”

Jungkook shakes his head no, but he realizes how it must look to Taehyung. Namjoon’s predominant scent on him, his own that right now is more on the rotten side than his usual scent, and under all that, there’s a remnant of slick. Not a good look, or well, smell.

“What happened?”

Taehyung guides him to the couch and wraps him in a throw as soon as he’s sitting down, he hands Jungkook the beer and hugs him to his side. Taehyung’s subtle, familiar petrichor scent makes Jungkook relax and he tells him all that transpired that day.

Taehyung sighs when he’s done. “He wasn't in a very good headspace, was he?”

“No,” Jungkook whispers, shrinking on himself with a new wave of guilt. “Hyung I… I forced myself on him, didn’t I?” Jungkook is afraid to look at Taehyung and see if there’s disappointment or anger in his eyes.

“Oh, baby!” Taehyung hugs him tighter and Jungkook feels a small relief. “Of course not. Is that what you are so worried about?”

Jungkook briefly glances up at Taehyung and nods.

“He looked so out of it for a second and I just came on to him when he was in a vulnerable place…”

“Jungkook, Jungkook,” Taehyung shuts him up, grabbing his face in both hands and making him look up. “It’s true alpha’s get affected by omega pheromones but not like that, not unless he is close to his rut, and I mean very very close. Is he?”

Jungkook shakes his head no.

“There you have it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, babes. Besides, he doesn’t look like the kind of man to be easily swayed. I mean, he didn’t even flinch at Hobi-hyungs alpha stare.” Tae widens his eyes, like that’s the most fool-proof evidence to exist.

“You’re right,” Jungkook giggles.

“Of course I am, I’m the smartest. That’s how I make hyung believe everything is his idea.” Taehyung winks and Jungkook laughs again. 

He takes a deep, relieved breath. Taehyung doesn’t think Jungkook is a horrible person. Taehyung doesn’t think Jungkook is imposing his horniness on Namjoon. Jungkook frowns.

“Then what the hell?!” he exclaims, anger building in him and making Taehyung startle. “Why does he have to be so rude?”

“Yeah, doesn’t he know you’re human too?”

“What?”

“Why he gotta be so rude?” Taehyung smiles, then sings, “You’re gonna marry her anyway.”

“Hyung!”

“Sorry,” Taehyung giggles. Jungkook frowns some more, drinking the rest of his beer before setting the empty bottle on the coffee table. Anger is a feeling a lot more bearable than guilt.

“Maybe he doesn’t like me?” Jungkook thinks out loud, grabbing one of his couch cushions and hugging it. “Maybe he thinks I’m trying to seduce him for the job?” Jungkook gasps, sitting up straight. “Maybe he thinks I’m trying to whore myself out? Wait, maybe I am whoring myself. Oh my God!”

Taehyung’s laugh interrupts his spiraling.

“Are you laughing because I’m a whore?” 

That only makes Taehyung laugh harder.

“Stop! Laughing! I’m serious!” Jungkook emphasizes each word with a smack of the cushion.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung says, wiping tears from his eyes. “I’m just… Where did that conclusion come from?” “A deep-rooted fear from abandonment and internalized subgenderism?” 

Taehyung looks at him in silence for a second, defeated. “You know those kinds of conversations are more hyung’s style. How about I tell you what I think instead?”

  “Fine, I guess,” Jungkook sighs.

Taehyung narrows his eyes at him.

“I believe he likes you.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and starts to object but Taehyung keeps talking loudly over him. “But I also believe he believes he’s in a position of power over you and doesn’t want to force things. Much like you don’t want to take advantage of him.”

Jungkook hums. “Keep going.”

“Like many alphas we’ve been brought up with the ridiculous societal notion that we hold power over omegas.” Their eyerolls are almost synchronized. “But in this case it could kind of be true. He is aware that he can decide if you get a very nice contract or not, a contract that basically depends on how much he likes you. He doesn’t know that you'd rather find another client and get some dick, am I right?” he jokingly asks, elbowing Jungkook softly.

“I guess you are.” He’s lost in thought, not even blinking at Taehyung’s crude remark. In the back of his mind Jungkook is a little ashamed of how flustered he got with the Snorlax incident.

“Of course I am.” Taehyung smiles, satisfied with himself.

“But, what do I do?” Jungkook asks.

“Talk to him, Jungkook. What else?” 

Jungkook makes a face. 

“Literally anything but. I already confronted him last week, do I have to do it again?”

Taehyung looks at him with his brows arched and smirks. “Do you want me to tell you what to  tell him?” Jungkook shudders at the thought.

“Ew.”

Jungkook's phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out. Then it buzzes again. Then a third time, and a fourth, and a fifth. When they get to seven buzzes Jungkook and Taehyung exchange a look. Jungkook turns his phone around and they gasp when they see Namjoon’s name beside seven new messages.

Jungkook unlocks his phone quickly and reads the messages out loud for them both even though they’re sitting cheek to cheek.

Good evening, Jungkook-ssi

“So formal,” Taehyung snorts. “No one would think he was drooling on you a few hours ago.”

I apologize for texting you at this time of night.

Are you available to talk? 

I can call but would rather meet, 

If you’re okay with that of course.

It doesn’t have to be right now, I understand you must be tired. 

I can make time tomorrow. 

Another text comes a few seconds later.  

Or whenever you’re available.

“Nice,” Taehyung points out.

Or if you don’t want to meet I could call.

Sorry, I already said that.

I just want to apologize about tonight. I’m terribly sorry about the way I behaved. You deserve much better.

“He’s right.” Jungkook shushes Taehyung before he keeps reading.

I wasn't in the right headspace and I treated you poorly. I would like to talk not to excuse myself but to try to explain and apologize properly.

Jungkook and Taehyung lift their heads at the same time and Jungkook can see his dumbfounded expression on his friend’s face.

“What do I say?”

“Now you want me to tell you?!”

“I just didn’t expect this.” Jungkook says, looking at the texts again to make sure they are real. After reading them again Jungkook moves to his calendar app.

“I have to go to the office in the morning but I’m free after lunch.” Jungkook mumbles, tapping back to the messaging app before Taehyung snatches his phone away. “Oh?”

“Don’t agree so easily!” Taehyung whines. 

“But I want to know what he has to say,” Jungkook pouts.

“No!” Taehyung says firmly, tapping into Jungkook's phone. “Make him squirm a little, we love that shit.”

“We?”

“Alphas.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Taehyung shrugs, “It tickles some predator shit in our brains. Make him work for it.” Taehyung tilts Jungkook’s phone so he can read.

I have work tomorrow

Whenever you have time for me, I’ll be there.

“But…” Jungkook kind of really wants to see him, give him the opportunity to make things better.

“No,” Taehyung tuts. “Now he knows you’ll be working tomorrow. Let him come to you.”

“Of course.” Taehyung gets up, patting Jungkook’s thigh. “Come on…”

“What are we doing?” Jungkook asks, following after his friend and into his bedroom.

“I’m going to pick you an outfit and you are going to tell me about the licking that Seokjin-ssi mentioned. I’ve been keeping hyung at bay but I want to know. Ok?”

“Okay.” Jungkook agrees easily, feeling a lot more settled. “Wait. How do you know his name?”

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Jungkook is trying very hard not to be excited and anxious at the same time. Maybe Namjoon won’t even show up, he tells himself, Taehyung could be way off about everything. Still, he wears the outfit Taehyung picked out. To say that Tae had been disappointed when Jungkook refused to wear leather pants and a crop to work was playing it cool. He settled for ‘corporate sexy ’ according to him. Tight jeans, boots and a black dress shirt with little white dots. It’s a little big on Jungkook, that’s why he never wears it, it shows a little too much chest and collarbone, but Taehyung insisted. And who is Jungkook to deny him.

To fight off his nerves he focuses on his work, dutifully click-clacking away on his PC, catching up with the two reports from last week sessions with Namjoon that he didn't finish and trying to think what to order for lunch. He and Taehyung planned to go have lunch and watch a movie with Hoseok, maybe go dancing today. Back ups in case Namjoon doesn’t show, per Jungkook’s request. But it proves unnecessary when Jimin, a few desks over, speaks in a confused tone.

“Hyung?” 

Jungkook feels a shock of adrenaline, like a wave from his skull and down his spine, and feels grateful for the scent suppressant he sprayed on before leaving home. The urge to turn around prickles at his nape but he keeps doing his thing, or at least he pretends to. It could be literally any other hyung, and even if it is Namjoon, Taehyung coached him not to give in easily.

“Hi, Jimin-ah.” It is him. Holy shit, it’s him . Jungkook begins to sweat. Why does he always get nervous sweats? Determined, he keeps his breathing steady and pretends like he’s actually listening to the music on his headphones.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook can feel him looking curiously at him..

“I came to see Jungkook-ssi,” he says and Jungkook wants to scream. This feels big, huge. Jimin hums in response. Jungkook can feel Namjoon hovering behind him but for the first time there’s no scent with his presence. Then he feels a hand on his shoulder. He finally turns around.

Namjoon is standing there, a little lost and out of place and Jungkook curses how good he looks, all tall and broad and handsome.

“Hi,” he says, giving Jungkook a little wave. “I know you said you’d be at work so I figured…” he pauses and looks around, Jungkook does the same and tries not to laugh at how his coworkers are pretending to work and definitely not listening in. He momentarily makes eye contact with Soobin, who flushes and snaps his head back to his own PC, typing furiously. “Uhm… I thought maybe I could catch you on a break or just steal a few minutes.”

“I’m working,” Jungkook deadpans.

“I can wait,” Namjoon hurries to say, looking around. “I’ll just be uhm…”

“Excuse me, sir. No guests are allowed in the–” Jungkook's boss interrupts. He quiets down when Namjoon turns to look at him. It’s almost comical how his stance changes. He makes himself taller, more imposing and his face is a mask of indifference, his scent suddenly blooming around him, undeniably alpha and far superior to Mr. Choi who shrinks in his presence. “Mr. Kim, sir. What are you doing here?” he says, laughing nervously when Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “Not that you can’t come. If–if you’d like I can give you a tour of our facilities.”

“I have some things to discuss with Jungkook-ssi,” Namjoon says.

“Of course, sir,” Yang says, bowing lightly. “I can escort you to our break room if you’d like.”

“I'd rather wait here, if possible.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” The man does a little awkward dance, looking around before rolling someone’s empty chair next to Jungkook’s desk. “Make yourself at home,” he smiles and glares at Jungkook, who takes it as don’t fuck this up .

Namjoon sits and when Jungkook looks at him he deflates, looking around nervously.

“I hope this is okay.”

Jungkook shrugs. “As long as you don’t interrupt me.”

“No, of course not,” Namjoon hurries to say. 

Jungkook only nods and turns back to his work, or at least pretends to, because he’s certain he can’t connect two coherent thoughts about his report with Namjoon fidgeting beside him and oozing nerves. Then a message from Jimin pops up in their private company chat.

PJimin: What is he doing here?????!!!!

JJungkook : We had a disagreement yesterday.

PJimin : wWhat did he do????!!!!

Jungkook tries not to smile at the typo and the proliferation of exclamation points. Jimin must be really curious to not mind his typing.

PJimin: he looks so distraught, Jungkook what did he do?

Jungkook glances at Namjoon and the alpha is quietly sitting on his hands next to him, looking around the room like a bored child. They make eye contact and Namjoon gives him a tiny smile that Jungkook does not reciprocate. He kind of wants to poke his dimples, he doesn’t though.

JJungkook: something dumb, I’ll tell you later.

PJimin: You better!!!!

Jungkook grabs a random piece of paper and gets up with a random sheet of paper and gets up,  walking towards the copy room. Namjoon follows him quietly.

“Jungkook-ssi…” he says when they enter the copy room.

“I’m not done yet.”

“Oh, sorry.” And with that the alpha quiets. Jungkook makes a copy of what turns out to be a menu from a fried chicken place that opened down the block and walks back to his desk. Namjoon hovering awkwardly behind him and only sitting down once Jungkook does. He clicks around aimlessly on his computer, writing nonsense in a blank document, grateful for the privacy screen protector the company uses.

PJimin: This is so funny lolololol

Jungkook bites his lips, hoping Namjoon doesn’t see him smile but when he looks at Jimin he almost giggles, coughing to cover the sound. The other omega is not even pretending to work; he’s popping cheeseballs in his mouth, grinning from ear to ear and watching from Jungkook to Namjoon like a tennis match. Jungkook types a response

JJungkook : What's so funny?

PJimin : Namjoon!!! He’s trying so hard to blend in but everyone is talking about him. I need pictures.

Jungkook looks at Jimin again and sees him surreptitiously pulling his phone and pointing it at him. Jungkook laughs quietly and the alpha immediately perks up, smiling at him. When they make eye contact Jungkook drops his smile and Namjoon looks down, discouraged.

PJimin: aww ): Look at him, he’s doing the emotionally constipated alpha stance while sitting down. That’s new ):

Jungkook minimizes Jimin conversation, he’s too soft for Namjoon. 

“Let’s grab a coffee,” Jimin says, approaching Jungkook’s desk after 20 minutes of Jungkook ignoring his texts.

“You can’t drink coffee,” Namjoon and Jungkook speak at the same time. Jungkook pointedly does not look at the alpha.

“ You can have coffee and I’ll have something else.” Jimin says, rolling his eyes. “Come on, I need to walk a little, my hips hurt.”

Jungkook gets up with a sigh and Namjoon follows quickly. They walk to the breakroom, Jimin talking about his pup shower.

“You’ll both come, right? Is this Saturday.”

“Of course,” Namjoon says. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. He momentarily forgot, but he’ll be there.

In the breakroom Namjoon fusses about making Jungkook his coffee and tells him to go sit down.

“Well, I can make my own coffee, I guess.” Jimin laughs when the alpha walks away without asking him for his drink. Jungkook feels a bit bad about the quiet satisfaction that comes with having Namjoon’s undivided attention when Jimin is around.

Jungkook watches as the other omega waddles over to the fridge, and laughs quietly when he sees Jimin talking quietly but fiercely to Namjoon, most likely trying to get him to talk about what happened. But Namjoon refuses, shaking his head while he frowns at the coffee machine. They return a few minutes later and Namjoon proudly presents a wonky looking latte in front of Jungkook. It looks like he tried to do a flower but it resembles more of a paint splatter.

“Thanks,” is all he says, but Namjoon’s chest puffs out in pride before he sits down beside Jungkook.

Jimin quickly draws them into a conversation and Jungkook is glad for his friend’s ability to talk about everything and anything. The awkward silence only settles in between them when Jimin leaves for the bathroom. Jungkook ignores the wink the pupped omega sends their way before walking down the hall.

“Ok, let’s talk,” Jungkook says. Namjoon stands up so abruptly he almost knocks his chair over. Jungkook guides him down a few hallways until he finds an empty meeting room. Jungkook leans against the table and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Well.” Namjoon begins, popping his knuckles and looking around like the walls might help. “I wanted to apologize, first of all. I shouldn’t have kicked you out of my home like that. You were incredibly helpful when I was… conflicted, and in return I…” Namjoon actually blushes, and Jungkook has to make a conscious effort to not be distracted by the pink that peaks out from the neck of his shirt.

“You?”

“I’m going to be completely honest with you, Jungkook-ssi.” Namjoon says and looks positively terrified. “And I hope you don’t feel disgusted by me when I’m done but I’ll completely understand if you do and never want to see me again.”

“Go on.”

Silence. Namjoon opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, starts to say a few words before the sound dies in his mouth. He’s going through it and Jungkook feels vindicated watching him struggle.

“I… Jesus, why is this so hard?” Namjoon laughs, rubbing his neck, and makes an anxious, self-deprecating sound that almost makes Jungkook break. Almost. “You have to know that you are a very attractive man.”

“I do.” Jungkook nods and pretends like he’s not two seconds away from a mental breakdown himself. If someone were to look inside his skull he’s pretty sure there would be an alarm blaring, red lights blinking and all his rational thoughts running around in panic, tearing their clothes off.

“And I am certainly not unaware of your charms,” Namjoon says, looking a bit confused by his own words. Jungkook tilts his head to the side, biting his cheek to avoid smiling, putting to good use all those meditation lessons to keep his scent contained. Instead he aims for the curious yet uninterested look.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m not… indifferent… to… you?” Namjoon ends the phrase more like a question, frowning. And Jungkook wonders how he was intimidated by this himbo less than 3 weeks ago.

He sighs, feigning disappointment.

“Listen if you are just going to talk weird shit I’ll just–” He makes a move to the door but Namjoon crowds into him, pulling him back by his hand. What in the k-drama has Jungkook’s life turned into?

“I’m attracted to you, okay?” Namjoon says, and to Jungkook it feels like surrender. The alpha grabs Jungkook’s face with one hand. “Fuck, I’m so attracted to you that it’s hard for me to think when you’re around. You make me feel like I’m going insane,” he laughs, breathless. “It takes me hours to be able to focus on anything else after you leave.” Namjoon closes his eyes and groans, knocks their foreheads together a little too hard and Jungkook goes crossed-eye trying to keep looking at him. “My mind is filled with thoughts of you, how good you smell, how soft your skin is, how beautifully your eyes shine when you’re happy. You are just so…”

Namjoon shakes his head, and it makes Jungkook’s head move too. He swallows and clears his throat when the alpha pulls back just enough so they can look at each other comfortably.

“In that case. I could say that I’m not indifferent to you either,” he whispers, his skin tingling with adrenaline, his heart beating like it wants to burst out of his chest, and then Namjoon smiles and it shines so bright it’s almost blinding.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate,” he says in a worried whisper, searching Jungkook’s eyes.

“I don’t,” Jungkook says, trying to sound as sure as he feels. Namjoon looks at him like he doesn’t believe him. “You can’t force me to feel or say I feel things that I don’t. This is me being honest with you.”

“Is it?” Namjoon asks, but there’s teasing in his voice.

“Yes.” he says. “I thought it would be evident after the Snorlax incident.”

Namjoon frowns, confused. “The Snorlax incident?”

“Please,” Jungkook mocks. “Like you didn’t know what you were doing?”

“What happened with Snorlax? What did I do?”

“Ok, fine,” Jungkook gives, rolling his eyes. “Let’s pretend it was unintentional.”

“But—”

Jungkook shushes him, pulling the alpha closer and feeling a rush when he goes willingly.

“I want to try something.”

And Jungkook leans forwards, his eyes closing a split second after Namjoon’s. Their lips connect and Jungkook could cry. He feels another flash of adrenaline when Namjoon slots their mouths together with ease. To Jungkook, gravity and everything that surrounds them ceases to exist. He’s free falling, diving and ready to drown in the alpha. It’s been only a few weeks but Jungkook feels like he’s been holding back his entire life, three weeks of uncertainty weighing on his shoulders that disappear with Namjoon’s gasping breath as Jungkook tangles his hands behind Namjoon’s head. This time Jungkook doesn’t fight it, lets it make his body shiver when Namjoon sucks his bottom lip, his tongue tracing it with a wet line.

It feels like a perfect first kiss. There’s lips, and when Namjoon pulls Jungkook closer and he gasps, there’s tongue. And it feels so incredibly good, so meant to be. Jungkook can’t pull away, his hands go from Namjoon’s neck to his head and he even goes into his tiptoes, trying to reach him better. Namjoon tilts his head to one side to deepen the kiss and Jungkook whines. He’s restless, hot all over from a single kiss. Namjoon pulls back the tiniest bit, running little chaste kisses over Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook opens his eyes and the way Namjoon is looking at him makes him feel like his body is made of marshmallows. He smiles, a little drunk in the alpha’s autumn pheromones. His eyes are heavy and burn through Jungkook. He sees the want in them and it makes his belly twist in knots. His hands climb up Jungkook’s back and when they reach his exposed neck they burn . Namjoon sighs, his thumb rubbing their mixed spit on Jungkook’s lips, and want pulses low in Jungkook’s abdomen.

"Can you leave now?" Namjoon asks and Jungkook makes a confused sound. "Can you come home with me?" Just his voice, his breathing washing over his skin makes Jungkook a whining mess. What would happen when Namjoon actually touches him? Jungkook can’t wait to find out.

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They part ways in the hallway. Namjoon goes to talk with Yang, Jungkook’s boss, and Jungkook goes to the bathroom to take care of things, trying to minimize his scent. It’s a little embarrassing how much toilet paper he uses. Jungkook splashes his face with water and looks at himself in the mirror; his eyes are wide, and his cheeks are pink. He needs to calm down. Is he really going to Namjoon’s home to… to… Jungkook gulps. He hasn’t seen it, but he felt it, kind of. Is he ready for that? His sweaty palms tell him that maybe not. Panicked, he calls Taehyung.

“Are you alone?” Jungkook whispers.

“Yeah, I'm in the bathroom.” Taehyung’s voice comes with an echo.

“Oh! Me too.”

“Are we both doing number two?” Taehyung sounds far too excited at the prospect.

“No! Ew!”

“Then why are you in the bathroom?”

“I’m hiding from Namjoon!”

Taehyung pauses.

“Is this like a Hitchcock thing, or is it a kinky thing?”

“No, it's… Can you stop the jokes for a minute?”

“I’m not trying to make jokes! I’m genuinely confused.”

“Listen, I did what you told me to.”

“As you should.”

“But then we kissed.” There are a few seconds of silence on the line.

“What the hell, Jungkook! That’s not making him squirm!“

“And I kind of agreed to go home with him.”

“Jungkook!”

“I know! I’m sorry!”

“No, don’t be silly. Hold on.” Taehyung must put the phone down because Jungkook hears his distant humming, then the toilet flushing followed by water running. Jungkook thinks that maybe they are too comfortable with each other. “Ok I’m back. If you want him to do you tonight, we support. But you should make him suffer a little more before.”

“Ok. Suffer. How?”

“Just don’t let him put his dick in you so easily!” Taehyung laughs.

“Oh,” Jungkook says, and his genuine disappointment surprises him. “Yeah. I guess I can do that.”

“Don’t be so sad about it!”

Jungkook ignores him.

“So… what is too easily?”

Taehyung laughs so loud that Jungkook has to pull the phone away from his ear.

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Jungkook exits the bathroom with a new gameplan, once again coached by Taehyung on correct alpha handling. Namjoon is sitting on Jungkook’s chair and Jimin is looking at him from over his PC screen without any subtlety.

“We are free to go.” Namjoon says, smiling as he stands up. He looks giddy, a more appropriate reaction if they were going to, say, eat ice cream, not resolve the sexual tension.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asks, looking up at them innocently.

“To eat,” Jungkook says before Namjoon can speak. The alpha only nods.

“Ah,” is Jimin’s answer, not convinced at all. “Enjoy yourselves.” He smirks and winks at Jungkook when Namjoon turns his back to him.

Jungkook picks a few things up from his desk and turns off his computer. He’s about to put his backpack on when Namjoon takes it, throwing it over his shoulder instead.

“I got it!” he says cheerfully, and Jungkook kind of wants to laugh.

They walk together to the elevator, and when the door closes, Namjoon grabs Jungkook’s hand.

“I’m still a bit upset,” he tells the alpha. He feels a little guilty when Namjoon’s smile slowly drops from his face. “You were really mean to me. Made me feel awful.”

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon says again. 

The car ride is silent, aside from Sejin’s occasional small talk. When they get to Namjoon’s apartment, Jungkook feels a pang in his heart when he sees blue bunny and pink koala slippers lined neatly, waiting for them.

“Thank you for coming home with me,” he says, and Jungkook finds it a bit funny to possibly be thanked for sex.

“I want to hear you out.” Jungkook walks into the living room, sitting on the couch. Namjoon drops his bag on Jungkook’s usual armchair.

“Do you want something to drink?” Namjoon asks, walking towards the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

“Just water is fine. I am a bit hungry, I didn’t get to eat lunch.”

Namjoon perks up at that.

“Do you want anything in particular? I can get whatever you want.”     

Jungkook hums while he thinks. “Gimbap?”

“Perfect!”

After placing the order on his phone and giving Jungkook his glass of water, Namjoon stays standing in front of him and Jungkook is reminded of the emotionally constipated alpha stance.

“Do you have anything else to say?” Jungkook asks when he’s done.

Namjoon stares at Jungkook, frozen and wide-eyed.

“I.. Uhm… Of course… I…” Namjoon stutters, scrambling for words but Jungkook stays quiet. Namjoon clears his throat. “Yes. I know that what I said is not an excuse for the way I treated you.” Jungkook nods. “I felt that because I’m technically your boss, you might be inclined to do certain things to please me.”

Jungkook arches an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Do you think I’d whore myself out for a job?”

“No, no. Of course not.” Namjoon hurries to say. “I just… I didn’t…” he sighs, running his hand over his face. “I’ve seen so many cases of people in positions of power that use that privilege to hurt others. I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“That is very thoughtful,” he says, relaxing his posture and smiling at Namjoon. “I appreciate your concern, but I promise you I haven’t done anything I didn’t want to.” he assures him.

The doorbell rings and Namjoon goes to retrieve their food.

“Can we eat here?” Jungkook asks, patting the couch. Namjoon nods and places their food and sodas on the coffee table. He pulls out the two boxes of gimbap and hands one to Jungkook, who frowns, placing it on his lap. He scratched the plastic with a blunt nail, dejected and pouty.

 “What is it?” Namjoon asks instantly and when he leans forward to catch Jungkook’s eye, he gets a little taste of cedarwood and ginger. Blockers must be wearing off. “Do you want something else?”

“I want alpha to feed me.” Jungkook whispers, feeling his cheeks heat up. They already kissed, why does it feel so nerve wracking to ask? When he glances up at Namjoon he sees a flash of guilt in his face as a stronger burst of his scent reaches Jungkook.

“Yes, of course.” He agrees after a beat.

Namjoon scoots closer to him and takes the box from his lap. Jungkook sees him take a deep breath before picking up the chopsticks, picking a piece of gimbap and bringing it to Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook takes the offered slice and chews contently. Like everything Namjoon gives him, it’s perfect and fresh.

“Good?” Namjoon asks.

“Very,” Jungkook nods after swallowing. Then he gets an idea. He can do the snorlax incident too. “I like everything you give me.” Namjoon pauses, his stare lost in the middle distance and the piece of gimbap drops into the space between them. “Namjoon-sii!” Jungkook laughs. “Put it in my mouth.” 

“Jesus,” Namjoon mutters and Jungkook gets a new, stronger wave of Namjoon’s scent.

“What?” Jungkook asks, looking up at Namjoon with what he hopes are round, innocent eyes.

“Nothing,” he says, picking up the fallen gimbap and shoving it into his mouth. “Everything is fine,” he says, mouth full and a little frantic.

“That was mine,” Jungkook grumbles.

Namjoon stops chewing for a second and then blushes. “You are right, I’m sorry. I’ll give you one from mine.” Namjoon picks up his can and Jungkook waits until he’s drinking.

“Alpha. more please.”

Namjoon chokes and gets his clothes wet with sticky soda. 

“Oh no,” Jungkook says, trying not to laugh and reaching for the coffee table to help Namjoon dry himself with some napkins.

“Let me–,” Namjoon coughs, “Let me just go change real quick.”

He leaves before Jungkook can answer. When he’s out of earshot Jungkook giggles, extremely pleased with himself. He takes the gimbap and finishes it quickly. He was not lying about being hungry.

Namjoon returns a few minutes later wearing sweats and a white t-shirt and holding a big box in his hands. Such a basic look shouldn’t be so attractive. Jungkook sighs. Namjoon pads barefoot towards him, slippers forgotten. He hesitates in front of Jungkook but sits down where he was before, offering Jungkook the box. It’s a simple, “I got you something.”

Jungkook stares. He has an inkling of what’s under the brown craft paper wrapping with his name on it.

“Why?”

Namjoon shrinks at Jungkook’s tone.

“Because you deserve it?” 

Jungkook frowns. 

“Well no. I mean, of course you deserve it, but it’s because I wanted to.” 

Jungkook doesn’t move. 

“Please…” Namjoon says, shaking the box a little.

Jungkook takes it, carefully peeling the craft paper off. Yes, Jungkook was right. It’s a laptop. A MSI CreatorPro. With a huge screen and incredible ram and memory. It’s perfect for what he needs, and probably worth around $5,000. Holy Shit, Namjoon bought him a kick ass laptop. Jungkook contains  his excitement, even if he feels like dancing and crying and offering Namjoon his first child right there.

“I’m not going to play reluctant and act all shy and stuff, because I’ll be stupid  not to accept this. But,” he pauses, narrowing his eyes at Namjoon, “Are you trying to buy my forgiveness?”

“No,” Namjoon rushes to say. “Never. I wanted to get one for you when I saw your laptop. It’s supposed to be ideal for editing and even gaming. I believe.”

Jungkook caresses the box reverently. His precious .

“It’s one of the best.” Jungkook smiles, he wants to start messing with it so bad, but he wants the alpha more. The laptop can wait. He puts the box on the floor by the coffee table before looking up at Namjoon. “Thank you, it means a lot.”

Namjoon smiles back and there’s so much relief in his face that Jungkook feels a little guilty.

“Whatever you want,” Namjoon says, and Jungkook believes him.

“I want to hug you.” 

Well. He wants a lot more than that, but a hug is a start. Namjoon's smile widens and he opens his arms. Jungkook leans into him, wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck. The warmth of the alpha all around him has an immediate calming effect. His mind stops coming up with ways to make Namjoon wait, his body relaxes, almost melting to mold him to Namjoon’s.  Fuck Taehyung’s plan , Jungkook thinks, this is all I need.

Jungkook sighs and Namjoon does too, almost simultaneously. Then they both giggle and Namjoon’s scent blooms with happiness around them and Jungkook’s heart is about to burst. 

Namjoon begins rubbing Jungkook’s back over his fancy shirt and it feels good. Jungkook buries his nose on Namjoon’s neck, searching for the origin of his scent, he takes a deep breath and imagines Namjoon’s scent as a sage colored smoke that reaches every corner of his body as he breathes. He lets one of his hands wander up to play with Namjoon’s short hairs, making him grumble. They stay like that so long that Jungkook’s side starts to ache where he’s all stretched to reach Namjoon. The alpha squeezes him tighter and the hug is not enough anymore.

“I want to sit on your lap.” Jungkook breathes into Namjoon’s neck.

“Whatever you want,” Namjoon repeats and lets go of Jungkook just enough so he can move. He hesitates, Namjoon’s lap looks warm and inviting. Jungkook’s at Namjoon’s face and when the alpha smiles at him, encouraging, Jungkook decides to go for it and straddle his lap. Namjoon looks up at him and they keep eye contact while Jungkook lowers himself into Namjoon’s lap. There’s something undeniably erotic in the action, Namjoon’s eyes darkening and Jungkook feels a rush of want sitting like this, the alpha under him and at his disposal. Namjoon must feel it too, or at least perceives the sweet spike of want in Jungkook's scent because his lips part.

“I want you to close your eye,” Jungkook instructs next. He feels like watching, he wants to bask in the moment. Namjoon complies immediately. Jungkook pulls his own shirt out of his pants, letting it fall loose around his waist. He picks both of Namjoon’s hands and moves them to his waist, sneaking them under his shirt. Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed at the direct skin on skin contact, it feels charged, not only because of the tension between them but also because it feels like it means something. It’s a heavy moment, the silence loud in Jungkook’s ears. 

When he opens his eyes Namjoon has let his head fall back into the backrest and his lips are parted. Jungkook smiles, appreciating the free reign Namjoon’s closed eyes give him to just look at him. He’s so incredibly handsome and undeniably alpha. There’s no way Jungkook could resist feeling the way he does.

He lifts one hand and rests the other on Namjoon’s shoulder. He traces the alpha’s face with one finger. His hair, the shell of his ear, his jawline. Namjoon sighs, relaxing deeper into the couch, the only tension in his body comes from the hands clutching Jungkook’s waist while Jungkook draws Namjoon’s eyebrows, the shape of his eyes, running his finger over the ends of Namjoon’s eyelashes until his lips quirk up and he whispers “tickles” in the deepest voice Jungkook has ever hear him use. Then he follows the line of Namjoon’s cheekbone, traces his cute little nose and the shape of his lips.

“I want to kiss you.” Jungkook whispers next. Namjoon answers with a squeeze to his waist and a low, breathless laugh.

“Whatever you want.”

Jungkook makes a path out of Namjoon’s moles with his lips. Starts with the one close to his hairline before moving to the next, almost disguised by his eyebrow. Then kisses the three almost perfectly lined up on his cheek. There’s one a little lower, close to his dimple, he pecks it before moving to his nose. He saves for the last mole under his lip. 

“Is that all you want to kiss?” Namjoon asks and the way he smiles, teasing and crooked, with his eyes still closed, make Jungkook want to do ungodly things to him. For him.

“No.” He laughs. "I'm just warming up."

 He holds Namjoon’s face by the chin before leaning in to connect their lips.

Maybe it’s because they're alone, or because the adrenaline of their previous kiss has worn off a little; or perhaps the low lights and quiet, familiar space make for a perfect atmosphere; but this kiss feels different.

The air feels thick around them, slowly filling with their aroused scents. It starts slow, almost hesitant. Jungkook brushes their lips, testing the waters and Namjoon hums. He’s giving Jungkook all control, and it’s exciting and addictive. He kisses him again, with more intent and Namjoon’s mouth responds in tandem, giving Jungkook just as much as he’s getting.

Jungkook deepens the kiss, sucking Namjoon’s bottom lip into his mouth and licking over it, the alpha groans and Jungkook presses himself closer to him, parting his legs wider. They are chest to chest now, Jungkook can feel the shape of Namjoon under him.

The kiss stays like that, chaste but not quite and he feels Namjoon starting to get restless. He’s thickening between Jungkook legs but Jungkook keeps himself barely pressed to his growing erection. One of Namjoon’s hands slides up his back, lightly scratching his skin and the movement rides Jungkook’s shirt up. The cool air makes him shiver.

Namjoon’s other hand starts to slide down slowly but Jungkook is too distracted by Namjoon’s mouth, nibbling on his lip that he doesn’t notice until the hand slides into his underwear, softly petting the top of Jungkook’s ass cheek with his fingers. He gasps and Namjoon takes advantage of it to deepen the kiss. His tongue moves sinfully in Jungkook’s mouth, seeking Jungkook’s. He makes a little noise in his throat when Namjoon uses the hand on his ass to make Jungkook grind into him. It feels so good. He can feel himself throb, his cock hardening. He’s getting wet too, sparks of pleasure lighting up where he’s rubbing against Namjoon. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss with the clawing grip he didn’t notice he had on Namjoon’s hair, pulling his head back, for a moment he worries Namjoon will be angry at his manhandling but the alpha only gives him a satisfied  smirk, his eyes hooded.

“Let me lead,” he whines, and the alpha makes that hoarse laugh again that makes Jungkook’s belly tingle.

“Okay, baby,” he says, every word kissed on Jungkook’s lips, once he loosens his hold on Namjoon’s head. “Whatever you want.”

“Let’s go to bed.” Jungkook says, pulling away to stand up but Namjoon pulls him back in, securing both hands on Jungkook’s ass and standing up like it’s nothing.

“That’s hot,” Jungkook says and Namjoon laughs again as he takes them to his bedroom.

It is hot, because Jungkook might not be as tall or broad as Namjoon but he’s big for an omega, and he’s heavy with muscle. The fact that Namjoon can carry him just like that makes Jungkook feel vulnerable in a way he’s not used to.

Namjoon walks into the bedroom and it’s all intense and sexy, until Namjoon trips over something and Jungkook yelps as they fall to the bed, their heads knocking together. Namjoon’s arms digs into Jungkook’s stomach and pushes the breath out of him. Jungkook gasps, trying to catch his breath and begins to laugh. Namjoon groans on top of him, rubbing over his nose with watery eyes.

“I was feeling so cool,” Namjoon whines. “It’s not fair.” It makes Jungkook laugh harder and tears start running down his face when he turns his head to the side and finds Snorlax under the TV but facing the wall.

“What did he do?!” Jungkook asks between giggles.

“He kept looking at me,” Namjoon says, and now he’s laughing too.

It’s a little absurd. They try to kiss between giggles and Namjoon wipes away Jungkook’s tears, Namjoon likes a weighted blanket on top of him, his eyes almost closed as he laughs and Jungkook has never felt this light. Jungkook pulls Namjoon against him, hugging him tight with a sudden burst of affection. The alpha purrs, rubbing his face on Jungkook’s neck, making him giggle some more. It all feels so good, so familiar. Jungkook is out of balance, with a vertigo that comes with falling too fast and too quick but looking at Namjoon it all makes sense.

“Can I be on top?” The words are barely out of his mouth and Namjoon is flipping them over. Jungkook takes in the sight of Namjoon, disheveled, lying down on the mattress, his hands rubbing up and down Jungkook’s thighs.

“Take this off,” Jungkook says, pulling at the edge of Namjoon’s shirt. He complies quickly, squirming under Jungkook instead of sitting up. The movement makes him rub against Jungkook’s core and it reminds him of just how delicious he felt a few seconds ago. He scoots back a little, sitting directly over Namjoon’s hardening member and Namjoon stills, shirt just over his head and tangled around his elbows. Jungkook hums, closing his eyes for a second, rubbing himself back and forth over Namjoon, the seams of his jeans, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.

He looks down at Namjoon without stopping his movements. His long, naked torso, all golden skin and toned muscle. He doesn’t look ripped, but he definitely works out and Jungkook admires the shifts of Namjoon’s muscles as he finishes taking his shirt off. His chest and neck are also littered with moles so Jungkook begins to count those. He starts on Namjoon’s neck, and Namjoon gasps when he licks over his scent gland, his hips bucking when Jungkook closes his mouth over it, sucking. Now he understands why Namjoon spent so much time licking Jungkook’s wrist. It’s addictive, the scent so strong he can feel it in the back of his throat, filling his brain with want. 

Once he can pry himself away from Namjoon’s neck, Jungkook continues his way down; licking, sucking and biting from one mole to the next. They laugh again when Jungkook accidentally grabs Namjoon’s waist and he jumps from the tickles. Jungkook goes from Namjoon’s collarbones to his nipples and the alpha grunts when Jungkook bites down on one of the little nubs. He sucks hard over a birthmark on Namjoon’s peck until it’s surrounded by red.

“Where are you… Oh God,” Namjoon’s voice wavers when Jungkook moves further down, kneeling on the floor between Namjoon’s parted legs. 

Namjoon’s abdomen is defined enough that Jungkook can trace it with his tongue. Above Jungkook’s head the alpha mumbles nonsense that he doesn’t catch and his hands are tight fists by his side. Jungkook continues down and finally reaches the waist of Namjoon’s pants, his cock obscenely defined under the fabric. Fuck them sweatpants , Jungkook thinks. It’s unfair, no one should be allowed to look this ready to be eaten.

He traces Namjoon’s skin with one finger, all around the edge of his waistband and Namjoon dissolves into shivers and gasps above him. Jungkook laughs, drunk with Namjoon’s scent and how much he’s able to affect the alpha and Namjoon looks down at him with his own little smile, panting and bewildered. Jungkook rests his chin high on Namjoon’s thigh and tilts his head to the side until he’s almost resting his cheek on Namjoon’s dick.

“Don’t do that,” the alpha whispers.

“Don’t do what?”

“Tease.”

Jungkook pouts and leans in a little more, rubbing his cheek gently over Namjoon’s bulge. It twitches against his cheek and Jungkook smiles.

“Alpha said I can do whatever I want.”  He turns and  opens his mouth, breathing over Namjoon’s cock as he runs over the bulge with his lips.

“I- I did say that,” he stutters. Jungkook hums in agreement, the fingers on both hands dipping under Namjoon’s waistband. He pulls the fabric back in one side and lets it snap against the skin. The sound goes straight to Jungkook and he feels his cock throb, his underwear getting steadily damper.

“Can I take this off?” Jungkook asks, snapping Namjoon’s waistband again, enthralled by how the skin pinks instantly. Namjoon drops his head back on the bed and makes a noise lifting his hips for Jungkook.

He pulls the pants down and it’s momentarily dizzy with how strong Namjoon’s scent is this close. He feels drunk on it as he reveals more and more golden skin, a perfect cock, hard and glistening at the tip; almost reaching Namjoon’s navel. It’s thick and long, with a slight curve that Jungkook just knows will hit all the right spots. He has never thought this way about a dick before, but it’s pretty. Jungkook must be staring because Namjoon squirms.

“Is there something wrong?” Namjoon asks but Jungkook can't be bothered with looking away from the masterpiece of a dick right in front of him.

“You have a beautiful cock.” Jungkook says, still in awe. Namjoon inhales sharply and Jungkook glances up to see the blush color his neck and chest. He begins to caress Namjoon’s thighs with his palms from knees to hip bones.

 “That’s… uhm… Thanks?”

“Can I give it a kiss?” Jungkook asks, his eyes still glued to Namjoon’s cock and the little shiny drop on the tip.

Namjoon makes a noise, and when he speaks his voice is low and raspy, just that sound makes Jungkook’s cock stir. “You don’t have to ask.”

He leans forward and licks long, wide and wet from Namjoon’s balls to the head of his dick, finally tasting the dollop of precum. Namjoon stills, like he’s trying to hold himself back while Jungkook gets him wet with his tongue, licking, sucking and drooling all over it. Only when he's shiny with Jungkook’s saliva, he wraps his hand around the base. Jungkook gives himself a second to process the hot, smooth skin before he fits his lips around the head.

Namjoon chants, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” and Jungkook isn’t as gentle anymore. It quickly turns sloppy. There’s drool and precum running down Jungkook’s knuckles and he tries to fit more of Namjoon’s cock into his mouth with every push down.

“You’re so good, baby,” Namjoon says and Jungkook moans, closing his eyes. His hips humping the air.

Jungkook loves having his mouth full. There’s something so incredibly powerful to have someone in your mouth, to please them and take them apart. One of Namjoon’s hands moves to Jungkook’s head, but he doesn’t push or pull him away. Just leaves it there, like an anchor for himself. Jungkook looks up and finds Namjoon is leaning on an elbow, lips bitten red and breathing from his mouth as he watches Jungkook swallow.

“Shit, your eyes, sweets,” Namjoon groans, throwing his head back. “You look so good on your knees for me.” Jungkook reels with Namjoon’s words and sucks harder, more desperately. Jungkook tries to take him deeper but gags and has to pull back to cough.

“It’s okay, baby, I don’t need–”

“Shut up,” Jungkook says, already removing his clothes quickly. He doesn’t give Namjoon time to look, already climbing over him and pushing him to lie down, turning his back to him and straddling his chest. If he wants all of Namjoon’s cock in his mouth he will have it . He grabs Namjoon’s cock again, stroking from base to tip a few times.

“Baby, you’re dripping,” Namjoon says and Jungkook goes a little crossed eye when the alpha parts his lips, derailed from his mission when fingers go from his hole to his dick, scooping out slick and using the wetness to wrap a hand on his little cock. “So pretty.”

Jungkook whines and Namjoon twitches in his hand, reminding him what he’s supposed to be doing. Is harder to focus when Namjoon is mirroring Jungkook’s rhythm on his own cock, his other hand toying with Jungkook entrance without actually fucking into him. He also feels Namjoon’s lips, kissing his skin and licking the juncture of his thigh and crotch. It’s a lot. Jungkook tries to focus on what he’s doing. Sucking Namjoon deeper into his mouth. The new angle makes it easier, the curve almost perfectly for an easy slide down Jungkook’s throat. He keeps going, a little more each time but has to pull back again when Namjoon licks his cunt, sucking his juices into his mouth.

“No…” Jungkook whines, squirming.

“No?” Namjoon asks “Should I stop?”

“No.” Jungkook says again, almost tearing up when Namjoon pulls back.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Eat me, please. Touch me.” Namjoon’s hand returns to him, a finger playing with his wetness and a hand strokes his cock slowly.

“And if you really mean no?” Namjoon asks, keeping his ministrations feather light.

“I’ll… Oh God…” Jungkook shives when a single finger sinks deep inside of him. “I’ll pinch your leg if I really mean no.”

Namjoon tsks. "We need a word, baby."

Jungkook looks around, annoyed by Namjoon's teasing.

"Purple."

“Perfect... Don't forget it.” Namjoon says and he’s back. The speed over Jungkook’s cock quickens and he can feel Namjoon licking all around his finger, sucking on his lips, teasing his entrance around his finger. Jungkook’s mouth also returns to Namjoon’s cock and after a few more tries his nose is pressed to Namjoon’s pubes, lips sucking around the base.

“Oh,” Namjoon gasps, his legs parting and Jungkook can feel him twitch inside of him. “If you keep doing that I’m going to come.”

Jungkook pushes himself away from Namjoon’s cock smiles.

“In my mouth, please,” he says, before sucking back down to the base. He has to keep it slow, it’s a lot. And Namjoon’s nimble fingers pressing his G-spot and the precise grip he has on Jungkook’s cock are not helping. He tries to concentrate, and it’s easier when Namjoon’s mouth leaves his cunt.

The alpha moans in staccato, like he’s trying to hold it in but the sounds escape him. Short, little breathless pants that make Jungkook double his efforts. He swallows Namjoon down and plays with his balls with one hand, the other sneaking under to press at his perineum.

“I’m close,” Namjoon says through gritted teeth. He’s losing it. Jungkook loves feeling Namjoon’s body giving in. His grip on Jungkook moves to his thigh, squeezing hard and Jungkook can feel his hot breath on his leg. Jungkook keeps playing with his balls, massaging over that sweet spot as his mouth works Namjoon’s length.

And then Namjoon’s hips move for the first time. They fuck shaky little thrusts into Jungkook’s mouth. He lets it happen, only pulling back when Namjoon’s balls tighten and his body tenses, locking him in place. He keeps sucking around the tip until his mouth floods with come. Namjoon groans, long and hard as he empties. Jungkook hums, keeps sucking until Namjoon’s whimpers for him to stop.

Jungkook adjusts until he’s face to face with Namjoon. He taps his lips and the alpha nods. Jungkook leans down for a filthy kiss. It’s wet and Namjoon groans when he tastes his own come in Jungkook's mouth.

“That’s disgusting,” he says, smiling. “Please do it again.”

They kiss some more, and Jungkook’s body is starting to relax, exhausted from the effort of fitting Namjoon’s in his mouth, he’s pretty sure his jaw will hurt in a few hours. Namjoon seems to have other plans.

Jungkook is lying on his side facing Namjoon, while Namjoon is still on his back with one arm under Jungkook’s head. Namjoon takes Jungkook’s upper leg and drapes it over  waist. Jungkook leans, supporting himself on Namjoon’s chest so they can kiss more comfortably. It’s a heady mix of smells and sensations. Their natural scents, Namjoon’s come and Jungkook’s slick. 

Jungkook feels syrupy, made of marshmallows and ready to melt. Sweaty skin on sweaty skin. Namjoon’s hands roam his body, squeezing his waist, his ass, his legs, angling him by the back of his head so he can kiss him deeper. The kisses turn sloppy, tongues and teeth, Namjoon biting Jungkook’s lip hard enough to make it sting. Whenever he tries to touch him, to pull back so he can free his arms, Namjoon tightens his hold on him, keeping Jungkook’s arms trapped between them.

“Let me move,” he laughs. But Namjoon shakes his head.

“It’s my turn to do whatever I want.”

He keeps kissing Jungkook. Filthy licks into his mouth that have him panting for air. One of Namjoon’s arms is over Jungkook’s head, and when Namjoon grabs him by the hair to tilt his head and expose his neck Jungkook feels a little bit of his self-respect slip away. God, the things he would let this man do. Namjoon wastes no time and goes for Jungkook’s neck, he circles Jungkook’s scent mark with a finger first, then retraces with his tongue while his free hand roams over Jungkook’s body. He grabs handfuls of his legs, his chest, and when he reaches Jungkook’s nipples it makes him whimper. Namjoon pulls away from his chest with a pop.

“Sensitive?” 

Jungkook nods. Namjoon moves to lick over Jungkook’s nipple, the hand above his head untangles from Jungkook’s hair and Namjoon’s rises to his elbow. With his eyes roaming over Jungkook’s body, he pries open his legs, taking the one closest to him and hikes it up his own hip, then he lifts his knee, keeping Jungkook’s leg effectively locked half way up to his armpit. He runs his hand from Jungkook’s knee to his groin, tracing the little dip there with his fingers.

“Mmh,” Jungkook whines, moving his hips. 

“Shh” Namjoon breathes, rubbing circles on Jungkook’s inner thigh. “I need you to stay still. Can you do that for me?”

He leans in for a kiss and Jungkook takes a second to calm down. When they pull away, he nods. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.” The praise almost makes Jungkook lose it again. Instead he turns his head to the side, smiling. 

“Look at me.”

Only when Jungkook does so, Namjoon’s hand moves. He traces Jungkook’s outer lips with a finger. Jungkook shivers and Namjoon groans.

“So wet,” and he is. Jungkook is drenched. And Namjoon sheets probably are too. Namjoon moves in slow spirals, each a tiny bit smaller than the last. When he reaches Jungkook’s hole he plays with it a little before pulling his hand back. They look down at the same time at the obscene amount of slick in Namjoon’s hand, how a thread of it is still connected to Jungkook’s cunt. They watch it stretch and drop until it breaks and turns into a trickle.

Namjoon puts his finger in his mouth and looks at Jungkook while he tastes him. He plays with Jungkook’s slick again and this time he takes his dripping hand to take Jungkook’s cock. It almost disappears in Namjoon’s big fist, only half the tip peeks from the top. He begins stroking, quick hard movements that make Jungkook tremble, already on the edge.

“How many times can you come?” Namjoon asks, slowing his hands to keep Jungkook on edge. He toys with the tip, pressing his thumb on it.  Jungkook shakes his head, unsure. “Let’s start with three.”

Fuck. 

He picks up his pace again, the time pairing it with open mouth kisses. When he pulls back he drops Jungkook’s cock altogether, moving to play with his pussy lips, tapping on his hole and even following the ooze of slick to his asshole. He circles the furl of muscle with a single finger, laughing when Jungkook startles.

“Is this okay?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook nods. It feels good. Just as he’s easing into it Namjoon returns to stroking his dick again with quick little movements, focusing on the head and Jungkook is whining in no time. He tries to close his legs when he begins to feel his orgasm making his belly tight, only to be reminded that Namjoon has one of his legs trapped and he only manages to kick the other leg uselessly.

“No, no, no…” Jungkook whimpers, back arching when the tightness in his core reaches an unbearable intensity. “Oh god, Oh god…” and he’s coming, curling into Namjoon as his dick spills pitifully over Namjoon’s fists. An omega’s release never looks as impressive as an alphas.

Before Jungkook can catch his breath his parting his pussy lips again, fucking a finger into his cunt.

“Oh my God!” Jungkook’s eyes snap open and he moves a hand down, grabbing Namjoon’s wrist but makes no real effort to move him. “Wait,” but Namjoon is curling his finger, looking for that spot inside of Jungkook that makes his toes curl, He finds it and begins a come hither motion. With every pulse of pressure Jungkook moans, breathless “ah, ah, ah…” into the empty room while Namjoon only looks at him, his eyes taking in Jungkook’s body, his face.

“More?” Namjoon asks when Jungkook starts to move his hips in tandem with Namjoon’s finger.

“Please.”

Namjoon moves to two fingers and when Jungkook asks for more he gives him three. The stretch is delicious, a soft burn that heightens the pleasure of being filled. He feels like he’s about to catch on fire.

“Harder,” he begs, and Namjoon sits up, kneeling beside Jungkook, his leg falls to the bed, useless. The new position allows Namjoon to finger him faster, roughly pressing against his sweet spot again and again. Jungkook knows he is almost screaming, body writhing on the bed, hips chasing Namjoon’s touch; moaning and whimpering so loud he’ll be ashamed of it once regains control of himself. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he pants, grabbing Namjoon, the sheets, anything for purchase. “I’m gonna come.” Namjoon takes one of Jungkook’s legs and presses it up against his chest. Like this he hits deeper and Jungkook feels the spark inside of him catch and he’s coming so hard he can't utter a sound. His mouth opens with a soundless scream and his eyebrow furrow, his eyes locked with Namjoon, watering at the intensity of his orgasm. It’s a long, almost painful sensation and just when he thinks he’s about to slow down Namjoon makes it longer when he keeps the same pace, the same rough movements that make Jungkook feel like he’s about to pee himself. He wants to tell Namjoon to stop, tell him it’s too much, but the continuous stimulation has him unable to breathe, much less speak and Namjoon just looks at him with hunger, whispering praises and encouragement.

“I know you can, love,” he says, licking Jungkook’s shin, “I can feel it. Fuck baby, your pussy is drooling.” Namjoon’s remarks makes Jungkook aware of the sloppy wet sound that comes with Namjoon’s frantic fingering. “Do it, baby, do it for alpha.” Jungkook tries to contain himself but it’s too much for too long and he doesn’t even get to let go. Namjoon forces it out of him and he’s splashing, his release gushing violently out of him. Namjoon finally tears his eyes away from his face to look down at Jungkook's crying cunt. Slowing but not stopping.

“Beautiful,” he says and Jungkook feels dizzy and watches as he squirts again, less violently and then a third weaker time. He’s shivering and the leg that’s not propped up against his chest spasms. “Good?” Namjoon asks, his fingers moving slowly in and out of Jungkook.

“Mhm,” Jungkook nods, still half out of it. Which proves to be a mistake because Namjoon moves him around like a ragdoll and Jungkook finds himself twisted like a pretzel. His knees held by his ears by Namjoon’s strong grip, Completely exposed to Namjoon’s eye as the alpha lies on the mess of slick on the bed, eye level with Jungkook’s holes.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Namjoon groans before he dives in. Jungkook cries out at the onslaught of attention, Namjoon is messy, licking his ass, fucking Jungkook with his tongue, sucking his cock into his mouth with no finesse and pure hunger. It’s overwhelming and a little painful in the best way possible. Jungkook’s pretty sure his eyes roll to the back of his head when Namjoon covers his entire cunt with his mouth while jerking his little cock with one hand. Then he switches, three fingers plunge Jungkook as deep as they can go and begin a hard and fast rhythm while Namjoon’s mouth swallows his cock whole.

“I can’t…” he whimpers, but his fingers tangle in Namjoon's hair to pull him closer. It's a confusing sensation. It’s too much, Jungkook squirms and tells Namjoon to wait, trying to get away and the next second he holds Namjoon in place by his hair, tells him to fuck him faster with his fingers. He comes with a shout, his orgasm a violent burst that makes his vision blank for a few seconds, and when he comes back to it, Namjoon is wiping tears from his eyes, brushing his matted hair out of his face. His body is trembling slightly, and everything feels wet.

“How are you?” Namjoon asks, his face still shiny with Jungkook’s slick. He lifts a shaky arm and gives Namjoon a thumbs up. 

“Good. Do you want some water?” Jungkook nods. Water is amazing, and a damp cloth to clean himself is second on his list of priorities. Namjoon kisses him on the forehead and stands up. Jungkook stays where he is, starfishing on the bed, blinking drowsily at the ceiling. He kid of wants to unpack what at insane fuck that was, and how he Namjoon hasn’t actually fucked him yet; but Jungkook is pretty sure his brain is oozing through his ears after coming so many times and he falls asleep before Namjoon returns.

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When Jungkook wakes up, the sky is dark. And it only occurs to him then that they did all of that with the windows open. He looks at the floor-to-ceiling glass, glad of the swirly decoration that makes the outside world a watercolor painting. Namjoon is not in the bed, but he can hear music from outside the room. Jungkook stretches his arms above his head and his legs straight down, arching his back. He feels the soft, leftover soreness from Namjoon’s fingers, and it makes him smile. He contemplates going back to sleep, but his bladder is whining, and he’s hungry and going through Namjoon withdrawal. Not an ideal combination for restful sleep.

Jungkook pushes the covers aside and discovers he’s laying on a towel, cute; he has also been cleaned up, his skin doesn’t feel half as tacky as it should, and he’s wearing gym shorts, also cute. After relieving himself in the bathroom and drinking a glass of water placed on the nightstand, he found Namjoon in the gaming room, looking dreamy and shirtless in his reading nook. He’s sitting with his legs extended and crossed at the ankles, elbow propped on the window and a book held between slender fingers.

“Hi,” Jungkook says, standing a little awkwardly in the doorway.

“Welcome back.” Namjoon smiles, making Jungkook’s stomach twist and tingle. “Did you sleep well?”

Jungkook nods. “I’m sorry I fell asleep. And thank you for-” Jungkook gestures at himself, blushing a little, “Cleaning me up.”

“It’s alright,” Namjoon smirks, smug. “Since it was my fault and all.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You sound too proud of that.”

“I am.” The way Namjoon smiles at him and Jungkook’s knees go weak. “Are you hungry?”

Jungkook nods. “I want to shower, too.”

“Use my shower.” Namjoon gets up, puts his book down, and walks toward Jungkook. “I’ll get us something to snack on. Okay?”He passes by Jungkook and leans down to drop a kiss on the side of his head, and his breathing hitches. Fuck, Jungkook needs to get a hold of himself.

“Okay,” Jungkook says back, smiling a stupid little smile as he walks back to Namjoon’s room.

Namjoon has a very fancy digital shower, and considering some days Jungkook doesn’t have hot water, it takes him a while to understand the setup and find a water temperature that won’t burn his skin off or shrink his penis into his body. When he finally steps out, his skin is glowy and pink, and he feels much more awake. Unsurprisingly, all of Namjoon’s products are scentless. He wraps himself in one of the bathrobes on the wall and figures Namjoon won’t mind if he takes some clothes. 

He pulls out another pair of gray sweats — how many does this man have? — and contemplates if he should put on a shirt, but if Namjoon is going to walk around with his tits out he can too.

He finds the alpha in the gaming room, still reading but with a plate filled with fruits, cheese, and crackers on a small table by the L-shaped nook. Jungkook looks at the arrangement, impressed.

“Did you do that?”

“Well, I added the crackers,” he says sheepishly. Cute. Jungkook goes with his instincts and pinches Namjoon’s cheek between two fingers.

“Can I look around?”

“Whatever you want.” Namjoon smiles, looking him in the eye, and it’s charged. Jungkook adverts his gaze, picking a few grapes and a cracker before he starts to snoop. 

The alpha has all kinds of books and knick-knacks on his shelves, and Jungkook is impressed by how most of the books actually looked used. There’s a big art piece on his wall, one of those monochrome modern paintings that Jungkook doesn’t quite understand. There are a few picture frames with a very young and lanky Namjoon with the same two men. Jungkook looks at the one closer to him. They are sitting side by side on a ledge. Namjoon has his arm around the omega Jungkook met, and it’s impressive how the omega hyung looks exactly the same as he did last weekend. He looks closer at Namjoon. He has a wide smile that Jungkook had seen only a few times, his eyes are eyeliner-heavy, and he’s wearing small black hoop earrings.

“I didn’t notice your ears are pierced!” Jungkook comments, looking back.

“Yeah,” Namjoon says, touching his lobe. “We got them when we thought we were cool. That’s almost 15 years ago.”

“That’s a lot of eyeliner.”

Namjoon hums.

“Are you wearing a skirt?!”

“Yep.”

“You should wear one now.” Jungkook can already see it. So much thigh.

“I’ll think about it. That was actually Yoongi’s idea.” Namjoon laughs.

Yoongi? Jungkook turns back to the picture, studying the third man. Jungkook frowns and takes the picture to look at it closer. Jungkook gasps and walks over to Namjoon, pointing to the man.

“Yoongi, as in Jimin’s mate?”

“Yes,” Namjoon nods. “You didn’t know?”

“I never thought to ask.”

“They met literally on my doorway.” 

Jungkook is baffled, but now that he thinks about it, it makes so much sense; Jimin occasionally talks about his mate and Namjoon like they are a unit, and now he understands why. He walks back to the bookshelf and starts looking at the rest of the pictures, giggling at the embarrassing ones from their younger years.

“Look at this one,” Namjoon says, getting up and pulling a Polaroid picture from a notebook. They are young. Omega Hyung looks as handsome as ever.

“You look good with white hair.” Jungkook comments. “Even if the styling is a mess.” Namjoon laughs, his chest pressed to Jungkook’s back when he rests his chin on JK’s crown. Jungkook gasps when he finally gets to Yoongi. His hair is red, and the color suits him, but the hairstyle is… 

“This is awful.” Jungkook laughs; Yoongi’s hair is styled down in a weird bowl cut, but the tips curl outwards mid-face. Creating a stiff red crown around his head, just above his ears. “Can I take a picture?”

“Sure,” Namjoon says. “You should send it to Jimin.”

“Oh, I am.” Jungkook snickers. 

He snacks some more and keeps being nosy.

“Oh,” he sees. “I thought this was a gaming setup?”

“I play sometimes,” Namjoon nods.“But it's mostly music equipment.”

“I see…” Jungkook runs a finger over the keyboard he hadn’t noticed in the corner. “What kind of music do you make?”

“Hip-hop, kind of indie rap. Beats, mostly; I don’t have time to write anymore.”

“You can write music?”

Namjoon shrugs. “A little.” Jungkook is so curious but doesn’t want to be annoying. 

“I’ll show you someday. Come sit with me.”

Jungkook smiles, pleased about the idea of someday, and skips over to Namjoon. He sits between the alpha and the window, snuggling up under his arm and eating more snacks.

“Can you read for me?” Jungkook asks after a few minutes of silence and almost falls asleep again.

“Sure,” Namjoon says. “Do you want me to start from the top, or do you want me to tell you what’s happened before?”

“Don’t bother,” Jungkook says, picking a banana slice and feeding it to Namjoon before eating one himself. “I just want to hear your voice.”

Namjoon’s stomach shakes a little when he laughs.

“Ok, then…” Namjoon takes a long gulp from one of the glasses of water on the snack table before he starts reading. “ A beetle hauled itself across the desk and came to a halt next to my files. It must have… ”

Jungkook is pretty sure Namjoon could make him feel things with his voice alone; he enjoys the soft, slightly rumbling quality of it, how he pauses exactly where he should to make every sentence make sense. At the mention of jjimjilbang, Jungkook imagines it must be a Korean novel. A group of women banter, and Jungkook chuckles quietly at the appropriate times.

With every phrase, the alpha’s chest moves, and Jungkook gets a little lost watching the curve of his pecks, trying not to stare at his perky brown nipples. That would be rude, right? He puts the hand not trapped under his body on Namjoon’s chest. He always runs so warm. He caresses Namjoon’s chest and stomach, enjoying the smooth, golden skin and how the little hairs tickle the palm of his hand.

“... I wasn’t going to be – stop!” Namjoon laughs when Jungkook pokes his belly button. He takes Jungkook’s hand by the wrist and places it on his chest. “ I wasn’t going to be swayed. ”

He keeps going, and Jungkook moves his hand slightly to the side, just barely flicking Namjoon’s nipple with his pinky. Namjoon squeezes his wrist in warning. Jungkook smiles, feeling a little restless despite the calm atmosphere and the alpha’s soothing scent all around him. Namjoon's tranquil presence, raspy voice, and warm body make Jungkook want things. He flicks the nipple again, and Namjoon tightens his hold on Jungkook’s wrist but keeps his reading rhythm.

Jungkook is still listening, but he also knows how to multitask. He waits until Namjoon is distracted, engrossed in his reading.

“ On the beach in f-f — Jungkook.” Namjoon warns when he leans down to suck his nipple.

“I’m listening.” Jungkook pops off Namjoon’s nipple, looking up at him with a smile. “Please, keep reading.”

“I could just…” Namjoon tries to put the book away, but Jungkook stops him.

“I’m listening. What happens at the beach?” Jungkook makes himself more comfortable, using a small pillow to prop his head higher, closer to Namjoon’s chest. The alpha eyes him warily but goes back to the book.

“ On the beach in front of the guest house, a– ” Namjoon groans when Jungkook licks his nipple again, yet he returns to reading without prompting from Jungkook. “–a haenyo was sorting through her catch. ” Jungkook hums, opening his mouth to circle the nipple with his tongue. Namjoon's scent is quickly getting headier, and when Jungkook tugs his wrist free, the alpha offers no resistance.

Jungkook bathes both nipples with attention. One damp in his mouth while he plays with the other with his fingers, he pinches and twists, flicks, and pulls at it until Namjoon gasps, his back arching. Jungkook parts from the nubs and straightens his posture so he can plant a kiss on Namjoon’s jaw while his hand goes down to trace him over his pajama bottoms.

“... seaweed soup, and served it with rice, cloves of garlic marinated in vinegar, acorn jelly… ”  

It sounds tasty, Jungkook thinks, making circles around the head of Namjoon’s cock. When the alpha pauses, he cups him over his clothes, and he stutters into the next line.

“ I was putting on ma-my nightshirt when Jun-oh messaged me. ” Namjoon groans when Jungkook starts stroking him over his clothes but resumes his reading. The sound of Namjoon’s voice, strained and trembling, gets Jungkook incredibly aroused. The feeling of Namjoon’s harsh exhales over makes his skin tingle and pussy throb; he can feel himself getting hard and surreptitiously tries to rub against Namjoon’s thighs.

“ His fingers skimmed tentatively across the page, ” Jungkook slips his hand in Namjoon’s pants, “ the brush stuttered, unsure of the figure’s proporti -ah, fuck!” Namjoon loses track when Jungkook covers the head of his cock with his hand, rubbing his palm against the wet tip.

“Keep going,” Jungkook says, his voice low.

“ The face, especially. ” Namjoon pushes out the words like they hurt. He keeps talking, and the effort it takes for him to thread one word after the next has Jungkook throwing a leg over Namjoon’s thigh to better rub against him. “ A woman, she didn’t look western… ” Namjoon’s voice loses strength when Jungkook starts to jerk him off. “ He probably… Ngh…” he moans mid-sentence, dropping the open book to cover his face. Jungkook stills his hand.

Jungkook stretches to lick Namjoon’s ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth.

“If you stop, I stop,” he whispers, and Namjoon groans.

“Menace…” he grumbles before lifting the book and finding where he left off. “ He probably wasn’t used to drawing women. ” Jungkook starts moving again, but it’s too dry. Namjoon stops, pouting, when Jungkook pulls his hand out and watches him sneak it into his own pants, gathering the slick between his legs to use as a lubricant. “You are something else.” 

“Go ahead,” Jungkook says, urging Namjoon to continue. The alpha keeps reading, and Jungkook starts touching him, his movements now accompanied by the wet sounds of his slick on Namjoon’s length. In the book, the protagonist is touching herself, trying to be quiet so the man working in the room in front of her doesn’t hear. The description is short and to the point, but Jungkook still finds it incredibly erotic to hear Namjoon's voice speaking lewd words as Jungkook touches him.

He’s almost salivating. He jerks Namjoon faster, the waist of his pajamas is stuck under Jungkook’s wrist so every time he strokes down more cock is revealed. Namjoon is hot and throbbing on his hand, the head of his cock an angry purple, wet with Jungkook’s slick and his own precome. 

Jungkook leans down and licks the tip. He holds Namjoon’s member by the base, squeezing right where he can feel the pulse of his knot. He licks quick and short all around the head until Namjoon’s leg is shaking, his scent strong and a little feral, matching Jungkook’s sweet bursts of horny pheromones. He puts the head in his mouth, tasting his slick as much as Namjoon’s precome, sucking as he strokes the rest languidly.

Namjoon is not reading anymore, and Jungkook frankly doesn’t care. When he deems the alpha wet enough, he sits back, pulling the borrowed sweats down his legs and kicking them aside. The reading nook is wide enough to hold both of them to lie down comfortably, so Jungkook wastes no time straddling Namjoon, who pulls Jungkook into a kiss, his other hand moving to fiddle with his cunt, whispering filth on Jungkook’s mouth about his wet, tight pussy. He fucks Jungkook with two fingers while his thumb and index rub, feather-light, the base of his little cock. 

Jungkook’s hips buck when Namjoon finds his G-spot, his fingers lazily rubbing over it. He moans, it feels good, a soft stimulation that makes goosebumps raise on his skin. But Jungkook doesn’t want to be teased. He reaches behind himself to take Namjoon’s cock and it bumps Namjoon’s hand when Jungkook lines it up with his hole.

“Just like that?” Namjoon asks, holding the head of his cock to aim better.

Jungkook nods. “Please. I might cry.” 

Namjoon laughs but presses into Jungkook’s leaking cunt.

“Look at me,” Namjoon instructs him. “I’m big.” He's not boasting, just stating a fact. And God, Jungkook knows. He can’t even completely wrap his hand around the girth, the corners of his mouth and his jaw hurting from the previous night's stretch. 

“Don’t close your eyes,” Namjoon says, angling Jungkook’s chin towards him. “Go slow.” He was commanding, his voice firm, and Jungkook has no option but to comply. Namjoon lets go of himself, letting Jungkook move down, and places his hand on Jungkook’s waist.

“I’ve thought so much about this,” Jungkook pants, the head pressing inside torturously slow.

“Yeah? Tell me about it.”

“Oh God,” Jungkook’s voice trembles, and he feels tears gathering in his eyes. “I wanted to know how you’d feel. If you’d fuck me good.” He slides down, just barely, and he hisses when it burns. Jungkook’s eyes scrunch closed, and Namjoon taps him on the cheek.

“Look at me,” Namjoon breathes, and Jungkook snaps his eyes open. He smiles when Jungkook focuses on him, one thumb rubbing his belly. “That’s it. How does it feel, baby?”

“Hurts,” Jungkook whimpers, holding onto Namjoon’s shoulders for dear life. He’s delirious, stretched, and burning up from the inside out. His body trembles and Namjoon looks otherworldly under him, all skin and self-control.

“Too much?” Namjoon coos, squeezing Jungkook’s neck to pull him forward. “Want me to pull out?”

“No,” Jungkook cries out and one tear runs down his cheek. He feels incredibly out of himself, all raw emotion and need; the alpha pulling Jungkook under, to that quiet, thoughtless corner of his mind with ease. Namjoon sits up straighter and that makes Jungkook whimper when he sinks a little deeper. Namjoon licks Jungkook’s tears and rubs their cheeks together. “Hurts so good.”

Jungkook keeps fucking himself on Namjoon’s cock until he feels impossibly full and then he keeps going. It’s overwhelming, the burn of it, the delicious stretch. He’s leaking like crazy, oozing down Namjoon’s cock, and when he reaches back he can feel the alpha’s balls drenched with it. 

Jungkook loves sex, everything about it is great. But this, the first thrust, always hits differently. You can feel your body adjust to someone else, can see how their body fits with yours, how they fill you up. And Namjoon just made the experience 100 times hotter. Jesus. Jungkook didn’t know what he was getting into, did he?

“Yeah?” Namjoon breathes into his ear, biting his jaw, and only then does Jungkook notice he’s talking. 

“So good, so good, so good,” he’s slurring, gasping. 

Namjoon pulls away. 

“Look at me,” he taps Jungkook’s face again, a little harder, and it makes him clamp down, Namjoon’s hips buck, fucking Jungkook a little deeper. “Do you like it when I slap you, baby?”

Jungkook didn’t know that before, but yes. He likes it. He likes it as much as he likes the pain of Namjoon’s thick cock splitting him in half, his mean smirk when he uses his hold on Jungkook’s waist to make him sit until he’s balls deep in Jungkook’s pussy. Jungkook groans, loud and pathetic, his lids fluttering even when he tries to keep them open.

Namjoon slaps him, a single, stinging hit, and Jungkook gasps before dissolving into a full-body shiver.

“So good,” Jungkook says again. He looks down and Namjoon’s cock is gone, completely inside of him. He leans back a little to wrap a hand around himself and he can see it, where Namjoon’s cock pokes into his stomach. It makes him moan and tremble. It’s obscene, one of those things you find online that you don’t think could ever be true, but it is. 

He begins jerking himself, fast and violent.

“Wanna come all by yourself?” Namjoon asks and when Jungkook sobs Namjoon’s cock twitches and makes Jungkook whine louder. “Don’t need my help?” Namjoon reaches for Jungkook’s cock but he swats him away.

“Don’t touch,” Jungkook says, looking at the blur of his hand over his little cock, his cunt spasming rhythmically around Namjoon. “I can’t think,” Jungkook says, pained. “I need to… Just once.” He feels his orgasm building, making his toes curl and his neck tense. “Just so I can think.” He’s breathing heavily, body shaking with tension, pleasure exploding all through his body with every stroke of his hands, every minimal movement of Namjoon’s cock. His eyes swell up with tears and his voice gets stuck in his throat. It’s too much.

Namjoon hums in understanding, his palms rubbing Jungkook’s thighs as he writhes on top of him. It doesn’t take much. He feels too full, already too fucked out to hold back. A few more seconds and he’s coming, droplets jumping from his slit with such strength that they land on his chest, his hand, and even his chin.

He whines, high-pitched, when the orgasm ripples through his body almost painfully. Even Namjoon makes a strangled noise when Jungkook tightens around him. Namjoon pulls him in by the back of his neck and licks into Jungkook’s unresponsive mouth until he comes back to himself and kisses him back. Then his hands move to grab handfuls of Jungkook’s ass and he helps him rise to his knees before pushing him all the way down. They groan in unison.

“So wet, alpha, so tight.” Jungkook moans, following the rhythm Namjoon sets with his hands. “Fill me so good. Fuck!” Jungkook cries when Namjoon speeds the movements, making Jungkook drop harder on his cock. He can feel it rub inside, and when he looks down, he sees the outline on his lower belly and can follow its movements clear as day. “More.”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks, panting.

“Please, please,” is a mantra falling from Jungkook’s lips. Harder, faster, more.

Namjoon leans back and brings Jungkook with him, keeping him in place by his ass. Jungkook feels him plant his feet on the cushion under them. He yanks Jungkook’s head back by his hair, pulling a whine out of him. 

“Let me look at you,” he growls before he begins pistoning his hips.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jungkook cries. It’s so much, the sensation so intense that more tears make his vision blurry. The quick, strong pace has him approaching his second orgasm at high speed. The sensation burns from his abused cunt and tingles all over his body, making his cock stir sadly while it flops, useless, between the. His skin breaks out in goosebumps, and his pussy spasms and tightens, more and more until he’s about to burst. And then Namjoon stops.

“No!” Jungkook cries, his orgasm ripped from him. And it’s so fucking frustrating that he punches Namjoon’s chest. The alpha only laughs.

“Shhh…” He whispers, hugging Jungkook to his body and rubbing his back soothingly. “I’ve got you.”

“I hate you,” Jungkook whimpers when Namjoon begins moving in slow and delicate drags.

“Ok,” he says simply.

Namjoon keeps the gentle, slow rhythm until Jungkook is squirming on top of him, trying to fuck himself but Namjoon’s grip is too strong. So he resorts to begging.

“Please, please,” he breathes, kissing Namjoon’s collarbone. “Don’t you want to ruin my cunt?  Don’t you want to mark me with your come?”

Namjoon hums, and even though his rhythm doesn’t change, his cock twitches.

“Make me yours, alpha,” Jungkook begs, rubbing his nose on Namjoon’s cheek. “I want you to mess me up, mount me like a bitch” Namjoon’s hips stutter and Jungkook knows he has him. “I want to be your whore, I want you to make me cry.”

“Jesus, fuck.” Namjoon says. And Jungkook yelps when he’s pulling out and flipping them around. Dropping Jungkook on his back on the reading nook and pushing his knees to his chest.

“Fuck!” Jungkook cries when Namjoon enters him again. He doesn’t have time to adjust, to process, or even to think. Namjoon is fucking him into the cushions, fierce and determined, pulling moans and gasps out of Jungkook with every movement.

“Is this what you want?” he snarls, keeping Jungkook in place by the back of his knees. “To be bred like a bitch? Have your cunt filled like a two-dime whore?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jungkook moans. “Fuck me hard.” Namjoon is gone, his grip bruising, his snarls barely human. He’s drooling, licking all over Jungkook, and he loves it. He’s putty, soft, and malleable by bliss and pleasure alone. He’s pushed further and further down, underwater, until he’s nothing more than a hole to fill and the continuous, delicious sensations running through his body. He has half a mind to realize Namjoon is speaking.

He’s praising Jungkook's sweet, sweet pussy. Telling him how tight he is, the hottest little cunt he’s ever had. And Jungkook is eating it up. He comes the first time and laughs, manic, when it doesn’t deter Namjoon, he doesn’t break pace or even acknowledge Jungkook’s orgasm. He’s focused, sitting back on his knees and grabbing Jungkook’s thighs to use as leverage, pulling him against his body every time he thrusts forward.

“Give me one more baby,” he says when Jungkook tries to squirm away. He pulls him back against his cock, pushing his legs wider apart, exposing him further. It doesn’t escape Jungkook how his eyes glint, watching his slick-coated cock wrecking Jungkook’s pussy.

“Fuck!” Jungkook whines, trying to find something to hold on to somewhere around him, trembling and overstimulated. Namjoon hooks Jungkook’s legs on his shoulders. 

“I want to feel your pretty pussy milking me again.”

“I can’t.” Jungkook sniffs.

“You can, baby. Just take it a little more,” Namjoon brushes Jungkook’s damp hair from his forehead. “You gave me two already. Remember?” Jungkook tries to squirm away and Namjoon holds him by the neck with one hand and slaps him with the other. “I said just take it.”

Jungkook gasps, and his body seizes, a tiny fluttering orgasm that makes him painfully sensitive. When he stills, Namjoon leans in, whispering into his ear. “Are you okay? Is this good?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Jungkook mutters. “So good. One more, please, one more.”

Namjoon pulls back.

“I knew you’d be a little whore.” And it should be mean, derogatory but Jungkook just wants to open his legs wider, present, and offer himself as Namjoon’s cumdump. The alpha smirks, knowingly, keeping Jungkook in place by the throat while his hips resumed their animalistic fucking, slapping so hard it made Jungkook’s ass and thighs hurt. It’s heaven.

“Close, close…” he gasps when he feels heat coiling, and Namjoon chooses that moment to start jerking Jungkook with the hand not on his neck. Jungkook squirms, kicks, and tries to worm away, but his orgasm overtakes him, and he moans, long and drawn out, tears flowing freely once again.

“Oh shit, shit, shit!,” Jungkook pants, coming down, and like clockwork, Namjoon thrusts a handful of times before he’s pulling out and coming all over Jungkook, covering him in his seed. Namjoon drops on top of Jungkook, and he marvels at how he doesn’t find the come sandwich disgusting.

Then Namjoon starts giggling.

“Did I make you stupid?” Jungkook asks.

“To think that I was worried.”

“About?” Jungkook asks, hugging Namjoon’s head to his chest.

“That I’d be too much,” he yawns. “I think you are worse than me.”

Why does Jungkook find that sweet? Outside, the sun is rising.

 “I should leave soon. I have class.” He mutters.

“Let’s nap first,” Namjoon says, snuggling closer to Jungkook. “Then we can shower and eat, and Sejin will take you to class.”

“Ok,” Jungkook whispers.

They take a nap, and Jungkook wakes up with Namjoon’s head between his legs. They fuck again, slow and sweet, between praises, and gasps, and curses whispered into each other lips. Jungkook does not go to class.

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Jungkook looks at himself in the mirror, inspecting his body with a clinical eye. He wants to look nice but effortless, like he’s not trying to look nice, but nice. You know? At least his pants are nice. He sighs; maybe he should change.

Jungkook lifts his shirt, inspecting the back of his legs and ass. The jeans are on the lighter side of blue, hugging his butt and legs nicely, showing how shapely they are. Good, he doesn’t spend all that time in the gym for nothing. Jungkook turns a little to one side and then the other. He really likes his waist, and by the almost faded hand prints, he’s pretty sure Namjoon likes it too. It’s small and gives a nice curve between his broad shoulders and thick thighs. The problem is that Jungkook has a hard time finding pants that fit him properly. These ones, for example, have a huge gap in the back. Everything else fits nice but the waist is too big, the curve of his ass pulling it away from his body, and if he wears a belt that makes a weird lump in the back, the fabric scrunching together. 

He drops the shirt and lifts his arms, then bends over a little. His shirt is oversized, so you can’t really tell that there’s a gap at the waist, but Jungkook knows it’s there. He bends forward a little more. There it fucking is. You can see where his shirt rises because of the too-wide waistband of his pants. 

“Nice,” comes Taehyung's voice from his bed.

“Can you see where my waistband stands out?”

“Not with that ass,” Hoseok says. “No one is gonna be looking at your waistband.” The scent of displeased alpha reaches him, and Jungkook tries not to roll his eyes. He told them, without much detail, how things were with Namjoon when they came over in the morning. Taehyung was giddy, Hoseok not so much, but he was biting his tongue for the time being.

“Is your boss going to be there?” Hoseok asks when Jungkook is putting on a bit of makeup.

“Do you mean his sugar daddy?” Taehyung chimes in, smiling.

“He’s not a sugar daddy.”

“The $10,000 laptop on your desk begs to differ.”

“It’s not $10,000!”

“It's still more expensive than our rent,” Taehyung shrugs.

“He better keep them coming,” Hoseok grumbles.

Jungkook ignores them and covers up a pimple with concealer.

His friends agreed to drive him to Jimin’s house and pick him up after. That night was the anniversary of their first fight (yes, they had a lot of anniversaries), and they were supposed to go dancing later. Why does Jungkook have to join them in their fight-versary dinner, you ask? Because he was there the first time they fought. Apparently, he’s an important part of the tradition, and it’s just not the same if he’s not there. Jungkook is just glad to have a ride.

“So,” Hoseok starts, “about the licking…” but before he can say anything, Taehyung turns Hoseok’s head by the chin and pecks him on the lips.

“I know you want to give him your big alpha-hyung speech, love, but it’s a little late for that.” The way Hoseok deflates makes Jungkook giggle. “He’s been practicing,” Taehyung stage whispers, and Jungkook sees Hoseok’s cheeks tint pink. “He even made a list on his notes app.”

Hoseok shushes him. 

“I saw this TED talk about power imbalance in relationships, and I don’t want him to take advantage of you.”

Jungkook puts his mirror down and leans until he can take Hoseok’s hand. 

“He won't,” Jungkook assures him, and Jungkook himself believes it. He trusts Namjoon, even if it feels a little too soon for that. “We talked about that…”

“You had time to talk?” Taehyung interjects.

“Go away,” Jungkook says without looking at him or changing the soothing tone of his voice. “He’s a good man, hyung. I wouldn’t let him get this close to me if he wasn't.” Hoseok makes an unintelligible grumbling noise, and Jungkook squeezes his hand. “Do you trust me ?”

Hoseok looks at him for a second before rolling his eyes, a small smile curling his lips upwards.

“I guess,” He says. “If I have to.”  

Jungkook laughs and pulls back, but there’s a tinge of sadness in Hoseok’s scent. Jungkook and Taehyungh share a look, the alpha widening his eyes, gesturing to his partner lightly with his head. Jungkook nods.

“You can send me the TED Talk, and I’ll watch it before bed if you want.”

Hoseok perks up, and his scent instantly sweetens. “Are you sure?”

“Of course, hyung.”

“Okay!” Hoseok smiles.

When they are in the car, Jungkook is choking, drowning in the aggressive alpha pheromones Hoseok is pulling out from the driver seat. Taehyung doesn’t seem to notice, too busy singing his heart out in the passenger seat, but Jungkook glares at Hoseok, who smiles sweetly in the rearview mirror. The audacity of some people.

“Call us to pick you up,” Hoseok says, turning to look at him when they stop in front of Jimin’s building, Jungkook just realizing it’s on the same side of town as Namjoon’s.

“This is rich people's air,” Taehyung says and whistles when a very flashy yellow convertible turns the corner in front of them. “You should make him buy you a flat.”

Jungkook snorts. “I’m not making him do anything.”

Jungkook gets out of the car and picks up his gift for Jimin. It’s not much, just three animal-themed onesies (tails and ears included) that he thought were cute.

“Be safe!” Hoseok half shouts as Jungkook waves them off.

“It’s a pup shower, Hyung,” Jungkook laughs, “not the fight club.”

“DON’T GET KNOTTED!” Taehyung shouts even louder when Jungkook turns his back to them.  An older lady walking by stumbles before looking back at Jungkook with wide eyes.

 “I am so sorry,” Jungkook says, mortified. Behind him, Taehyung cackles as they drive off.

Jungkook gives his name in the lobby, and the concierge keys the floor for him. Once alone in the elevator, Jungkook's nerves start to act up, his palms clammy and stomach churning. He wonders if Namjoon is already there. It occurs to Jungkook that they hadn’t been out in public much, just the run-in outside the coffee shop and their shopping trip. Maybe Jungkook should’ve asked how to behave at the party. Should he look it up? Ask an AI chat? Prompt something like: I fucked my boss for almost 24 hours straight and now I’m meeting him at the pupshower of my coworker and his best friend, what’s the appropriate etiquette? That sounds more like a Reddit question, but he doesn’t have time for that.

Would it be rude to leave the gift at the door, ring the bell, and run off? Probably. Jimin wanted to see how Jungkook’s competitive streak would handle pupshower games. The elevator dings, and Jungkook gets a feeling of déjà vu when he sees only two doors in the hallway. He walks to the door with the balloons, wiping his hands on his pant legs. Why is he sweating so much?

Soft music and chatter come from behind the door. It opens before Jungkook can knock, and there’s Jimin, cheeks flushed and belly huge.

“Jungkook-ah!” he smiles and waves him inside, happily accepting Jungkook’s gift. “Can I open it now?”

Jungkook nods while taking off his shoes. He looks around. The apartment looks empty, but he still hears music and chatter.

“Let’s stay here for a bit,” Jimin says, sitting down on a couch and motioning Jungkook to join him. “Everyone is on the roof, but I’m a bit overstimulated,” he says, ripping through the wrapping paper. “Oh my God! This is so cute.”

Jimin gushes as he goes through Jungkook’s gift, but Jungkook glances at the roof as if he can see through the concrete. Is…?

“Namjoon-hyung had to go out for a second,” Jimin mentions in a playful tone. “He forgot my damn cheese balls, can you believe it?”

Jimin shakes his head, and Jungkook chuckles, his palms sweating again. Are his blockers not working? Does he still smell like Namjoon?

“Why do you mention him?” Jungkook asks. Is he that obvious? He doesn’t think so. But maybe he is.

Jimin shrugs. “Just thought of him.” He’s still smiling like he knows things. Jungkook hates that smile.

“Did you see the bunny tail?” Jungkook says, using the onesies as a distraction. Jimin gasps.

“Noooooo, this is adorable.” Jungkook smiles, satisfied. They stay in the apartment for a while, and every time the doorbell rings, Jungkook's heart leaps, but it is never Namjoon. He asks to use the bathroom just to check he’s not nervous-sweating through his clothes.

He washes his hands and looks at himself in the mirror for a second. You can do this, he thinks. Just be cool. You are so cool, the coolest. You are a polar-mothereffing-bea r. Jungkook nods and fixes his hair. He opens the bathroom door and freezes.

“—only takes cash? We are in the twenty-first century, sir.” Namjoon says, and Jimin giggles. “So I had to get the freaking cash and it took forever.” The voice near,s and Jungkook feels such a strong flash of panic that he runs down the hallway in the opposite direction. He finds a couple of open doors and a glass sliding door with a marker drawing of a cat and chick. It says Terrace through here with an arrow pointing up. Jungkook slides it open with a little too much force and dashes up the stairs.

He takes a deep breath when he makes it outside. He feels safer there, surrounded by a dozen people hanging around. He spies a snack bar and walks over, shoving a cupcake into his mouth and grabbing a glass of coke.

“Jungkook-ssi!” a voice comes from behind him, and he finds Soobin. The beta is with a couple of their coworkers, and Jungkook feels relief as he approaches them. He’ll feel a little less awkward if he’s with someone he knows. He greets them, and they chat for a few minutes until Jihyo gasps.

“Is that Kim Namjoon?”

Jungkook turns, and their eyes meet. For a second, he can’t breath,e and then Namjoon smiles at him, nodding, and Jungkook waves back shyly and turns back to the group.

“That’s him,” Soobin whispers. “I saw him at the office this week. I thought he would be an old man or something, I don’t know.” He laughs.

“You are working with him now, right?” Jihyo asks, eyes sparkling. “He’s so handsome. What’s he like?”

They all look at him expectantly, and Jungkook has a flashback of kissing the alpha with his mouth full of semen.

“Uhm… Very nice?”

“But give us the tea,” Jihyo insists. “Jimin-subaenim is so private about his clients.”

“I— I don’t know. He’s pretty reserved.” Jungkook says, thinking back to their first meeting. “But we are getting along fine.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Why is he here?” Momo asks, and Jungkook follows his line of sight to where Namjoon is chatting with Omega-hyung.

“He’s friends with Jimin-hyung’s alpha,” Jungkook explains. Said alpha approaches his two friends, and Jungkook is glad to see him with long black hair and not the awful red hair that Namjoon showed him. Then the trio looks at where they are standing, and the four scenters turn swiftly, like they were not just looking at the rich men like creeps.

“They look so expensive,” Momo giggles. “And Jimin and his alpha look so good together.” She sighs dreamily, looking at Yoongi, fixing Jimin a couple of cushions so he could sit more comfortably. The music dies down, and Jimin claps, getting everyone’s attention.

“Okay! Now that we are all here. Let’s start the games!” he said excitedly. “Seokjin-hyung agreed to be the MC so please listen to him.” He motions to omega-hyung, who takes a few steps forward with a big bowl and a stool.

“Our first game will be Guess Who? ” he explains, placing the stool in the center of the circle of people and the bowl filled with paper on top of it. “Thanks, everyone, for providing your baby pictures. In turn, players are to take one picture from the bowl and guess who it belongs to. Who guesses correctly gets three points. The top five winners by the end of the games get special gifts.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and Jungkook wonders what exactly those gifts are. He’ll find out when he wins.

They begin playing, and Jungkook sees Soobin failing to guess Jackson’s baby picture, and then Jackson fails to guess Momo. Momo gets Jimin right, Jimin gets another guest that Jungkook doesn’t know right, and that guest loses too when he picks Soobin’s picture.

“Alright, who volunteers to start the next round?” Jungkook raises his hand. “Ah!” Seokjin says, “Our feisty little Jungkook-ssi! Come on, come on!” Jimin laughs, and Jungkook blushes. Does Jimin know? He walks towards the bowl and swirls his hand inside. Please, he thinks and stops himself. Please what? Get Namjoon’s picture? He can even look at the man even when he feels Namjoon’s gaze on him.

Jungkook pulls one picture out and unfolds the paper until he can look at the picture. It’s adorable. A baby with puffy cheeks, wearing white and laying on a fluffy white background, a lopsided white and red snapback on his head. Jungkook's eyes go from the picture to the guests. He wants to get it right so badly. Then it clicks on him, a similar eye shape, down-turned lips, and neutral expression.

“Yoongi-ssi?” he asks, showing him the picture. Jimin cheers, and Yoongi’s expression breaks into an adorable smile as he nods.

“THREE POINTS TO JUNGKOOK-SSI!” Seokjin announce,s, and Jungkook proudly smiles. His eyes find Namjoon smiling at him as he claps, and Jungkook quickly averts his gaze. 

He hands Yoongi his picture, and the alpha sticks his hand in the bowl.

“Easy,” he smiles, turning the picture for everyone to see. It’s of a very young child leaning on a bicycle, smiling and looking to the side. The dimples give him away. “Namjoon-ah!”

As they all clap, Jungkook thinks about how he should find a way to get that picture. 

He turns his attention back to Namjoon and watches him smile fondly at the picture. Then, he turns it around for everyone to see. The young boy is squatting, wearing jeans and a red hoodie, with a little hand making a peace sign by his face. Jungkook's stomach twists.

“Jungkook-ssi,” Namjoon says. He walks towards Jungkook to hand him his picture and winks at him—, he actually winks. 

Jungkook forgets how to breathe for a second. He takes the picture with a shaky hand and inhales deeply. It turns out to be a bad idea when he feels cedarwood and ginger fill his lungs. Namjoon walks away, and the game continues, but he’s not paying attention.

“What was that?” Soobin elbows him.

“Mmmh?” Jungkook hums, but Seokjin is moving to another game, and they don't have time to elaborate.

They play the Diaper change relay race —Jungkook’s team wins—; they try to match the circumference of Jimin’s belly with a string —Jungkook comes second and calls cheating because, of course, Yoongi would know the measurement—. They play Pupped twister with balloons under their shirt while Jimin gives the instructions.

It’s fun and distracting, and Jungkook is so focused on the games he’s not thirsting as obviously over Namjoon, something he’s very proud of. He’s standing by the snack bar, watching a round of Fish the pacifier,  when he feels a warm presence by his side. He doesn’t need to look. The way his skin breaks into goosebumps is enough.

“Are you avoiding me, Jungkook-ssi?” His voice comes in a low, raspy whisper. 

He shakes his head, looking down at his shoes.

“I’m just embarrassed,” he mumbles.

Namjoon hums beside him, and Jungkook feels a light tug at the back of his shirt.

“Now you’re shy?” Namjoon’s breath washes over his ear and neck. Jungkook suppresses a shiver, biting his lip. “I think we are a bit past that, baby.”

Jungkook laughs breathlessly, turning his head away from Namjoon and looking at the sky pleadingly. This man is going to give him a heart attack. He feels Namjoon’s fingers at the waist of his jeans, his hand having slipped under his shirt without Jungkook’s noticing.

“You look beautiful,” Namjoon continues, but Jungkook is barely paying attention as his fingers dip in the gap between the jeans and his skin, Namjoon’s knuckles naked skin grazing obscenely low. 

“I like these pants.” He tugs at the waistband for emphasis.

“I should wear them more often, then?” Jungkook says, glancing at Namjoon to find him already looking at him. The alpha shrugs.

“I like you better in my clothes, but I’d enjoy taking them off for you.”

One finger dips under the waist of Jungkook’s underwear, and he gasps.

“Excuse me.”

Jungkook startles, and they turn at the same time. Seokjin and Jimin watch them with matching smirks.

“Sorry to interrupt, but food is ready.” 

Jungkook looks behind the,m where people are gathered. A long table with a catering service is set up for Korean BBQ.

“Oh, I’ll help.” 

Jungkook rushes away, and the waistband of his underwear snaps against his skin, embarrassingly loud. He keeps walking, his face burning, and doesn’t dare to turn around.

Soobin is already helping the catering staff with drinks, and Jungkook joins him, willing his shame away. By the time they were done, everyone is seated, and there are only two chairs available: one in the corner of the table next to Namjoon and one between Momo and Jihyo. Jungkook hesitates,, but it’s enough for Soobin to walk toward the two alpha women. Well, now he has to sit next to Namjoon. It’s not like he has a choice. It’s not like he wants to.

He sits down and pretends like he’s not a little turned on by the scent of the alpha. He chats with the guests around him and finds himself laughing at Seokjin's silly jokes. Genuinely enjoying the intimidatingly beautiful omega’s company. Namjoon’s arm and his brush each other constantly, and Jungkook apologizes every time, which only makes Namjoon chuckle, while under the table his thigh is firmly pressed against Jungkook’s, scorching his skin.

“You’re in uni, right?” Seokjin asks when they are eating dessert.

“Film,” Jungkook nods.

“Really?” Seokjin smiles. “I did acting in college. What part of filmmaking do you want to do?”

“I’ve always enjoyed editing and cinematography too.”

“Ah, that's interesting…” Seokjin keeps talking, and Jungkook smiles and nods, but he’s not paying attention; all his brain power is fixated on the warm hand that decided to place itself on his leg. How the fingers sprawl and squeeze, pinky and ring finger diving for his inner thigh. Namjoon is looking away from him, unbothered as he talks to Yoongi.

It’s a good thing that Seokjin can hold a conversation by himself because Jungkook can’t, for the life of him, understand a single word he’s saying. Seokjin pauses, and Jungkook nods and smiles. That seems to be encouragement enough for the omega to launch into another monologue. Namjoon’s hand is still and just a little above Jungkook's knee, his fingers tracing burning paths on his inner thigh through the fabric of his pants. 

Jungkook shakes his leg, trying to make Namjoon let go, but nothing happens. He tries again; the alpha taps his knee twice with his thumb but doesn't move. Jungkook tries to turn toward Seokjin, legs and all, but the alpha’s grip tightens, keeping Jungkook in place. He tries to squeeze his legs together then, crossing them, but fingers dig painfully into his leg, yanking them open, and Jungkook yelps.

“Are you okay, Jungkook-ah?” Seokjin asks, and when Jungkook focuses on his face, he’s frowning at Namjoon. When did they drop honorifics?

“Yeah?” Jungkook smiles. “Just a cramp.”

It feels like everyone is looking at him. Jungkook glances around, but to be fair,r Seokjin is the only one paying attention. It’s fine; everything is fine. He just needs a second to calm down.

“Have you tried this?” Namjoon turns to him, pointing at the volcano cake on his plate as his hand moves an inch up Jungkook's thigh. Fuck. He shakes his head no, words lost. 

“Do you want some?” Namjoon asks but doesn't wait for an answer. He spoons cake and melted chocolate, turning towards Jungkook, who lifts his hand, but Namjoon pulls back, shaking his head before bringing the spoon to Jungkook's lips. Jungkook's arm drops, and he looks around apprehensively. No one is looking at them, but Jungkook is sure Seokjin is just pretending to be checking his phone.

“Open before it drips,” Namjoon says quietly, and Jungkook wants to obey. It feels almost in slow motion, his body lighting up on Namjoon’s attention. The alpha is zeroed on his mouth, and Jungkook opens, lips closing around the spoon. Namjoon’s gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes and back down again. Maybe Jungkook avenging the Snorlax incident with kimbap wasn’t the best idea. 

“Right in front of my cheesecake,” Seokjin mumbles, and it snaps Jungkook out of it. His cheeks feel warm when he finds the omega smirking down at his dessert.

Namjoon’s hand inches up, and Jungkook’s leg twitches.

“Do you like it?” Namjoon asks, giving Jungkook’s leg a squeeze.

“What?” Jungkook squeaks, his eyes widening in alarm. Is he seriously asking that out loud? What a perv.

“The cake,” Namjoon smirks.

“Oh.” The chocolate taste is still in Jungkook’s mouth, but he forgot about it.”

“Jungkook-ah. What was the name of the rude beta from your training group?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook could cry. Why does everyone want to talk to him now? 

“Uuuhhh…” Jungkook stupidly says as Namjoon's hand inches even higher, his pinky dangerously close to Jungkook’s heat. “So-Hee.”

“Yeah, her!” Jimin nods, patting Yoongi’s chest even though the alpha is already paying attention. “She’s the one I told you about. That stole everybody’s lunch, right?” He looks back for confirmation, and Jungkook nods. “What did she say to you before leaving?” 

“She tried very hard for us to become f-friends.” Namjoon’s hand pushes its way between Jungkook’s legs and presses firmly against him. “I think she wanted to join my mentorship with Jimin-hyung.”

“She did.” Jimin rolled his eyes, and Jungkook forced a smile. Namjoon’s hand moving slowly over him was… distracting. “She kept insinuating that she would be better at the job than Jungkook,” Jimin scoffs. “As if.”

Jungkook feels a sudden rush of affection for Jimin, which joins the sea of confusing emotions. He’s afraid someone will notice, and he’s kind of annoyed that Namjoon decides to behave this unhinged in public, so close to Jungkook’s coworkers, but he likes the warmth and pressure of his hand on his core and he wants to part his legs for him, the idea of being turned on and stimulated in public is incredibly arousing, but he’s also embarrassed because he’s pretty sure Seokjin knows that something is happening.

“For almost a month straight, the lunches were open and looked as if someone had tried them all. Things were moved around and out of place. One day after classes she…” Namjoon’s efforts focus on Jungkook’s member, and he loses track of his thoughts for a moment. “We-we went drinking, and she told me she was the thief.”

“Just like that?” Yoongi asks. Jungkook is momentarily distracted by his grumble of a voice.

“She was pissed drunk,” Jungkook tries to keep breathing steadily but his cock is stirring under Namjoon’s hand and he’s distracted. “So I recorded her and told HR.” 

Jungkook sighs, glad to be done talking just so he can relax a little. He allows himself to part his legs, and Namjoon's lips twitch upwards.

“Did you hate her?” Seokjin asks, serious, and it makes Jungkook smile. The hand over his cock squeezes and the grip makes his knee jerk.

“She ate my chicken,” Jungkook says. “Leveled with my name.”

“Fair,” Seokjin nods.

The conversation finally strays away from Jungkook, and he sighs in relief. He looks down at Namjoon’s hand moving carefully between his legs, at how his own nipples press, hardened, against the fabric of his shirt. His eyes glaze over as Namjoon keeps touching him. All his attention goes to keeping his breathing steady and his scent mild. If the alpha wants to fuck around, Jungkook better makes sure no one finds out.

Namjoon’s hand moves down, his heel digging into Jungkook's hardening shape while his fingers make circular motions over his lips. Seokjin laughs beside him, and Jungkook is vaguely amused by the squeakiness. He thinks Namjoon says something, but he's too busy letting himself be consumed by his touch and scent to understand. The party is hazy, and everything becomes background noise except for Namjoon's touch. Jungkook feels a sound climbing up his throat, and he fights it as much as he can. He’s not about to moan in front of so many people.

"Where's the bathroom?" Jungkook says while standing up abruptly, looking at Jimin and hoping his long shirt covers his hard-on well enough.

"Use the one downstairs in the hallway." The omega instructs. 

Jungkook walks away, eager for a little alone time. Especially now that he can feel the wetness between his legs. He takes the stairs three at a time and slumps against the bathroom door when he locks it.

He takes his time. He pees and dries himself as best as he can. He washes his hands and considers splashing water on his face but decides against testing how waterproof his makeup really is. Then he sits on the toilet, mind blank as he stares at the sand-colored tiles.

Deep breaths, Jungkook. He inhales. He cannot afford to be this needy. He’ll unpack later how much he likes Namjoon touching him with other people around. When he’s sure no one can smell him. He exhales. 

Jungkook takes a few more breaths, he doesn’t want to spend too long in the bathroom and makes anyone believe he’s pooping.

Jungkook exits the bathroom and is startled when Namjoon grabs him by the waist and drags him into another room, shutting the door behind them and pressing Jungkook’s back against it. Jungkook is ready to tell him off; he’s not going to have sex in Jimin’s home, but Namjoon just hugs him. He buries his head in Jungkook’s neck, squeezing him tight and inhaling deeply.

He breathes out with a deep sigh, his body slumping against Jungkook. Jungkook lifts his arms to cradle Namjoon's head and hugs him back. The Alpha rubs his face on Jungkook's neck, and he shies away, giggling.  Namjoon chases after him, and they stumble until their sides hit a desk. Once he traps Jungkook, he resumes his rubbing, grumbling with content.

“I missed you,” Namjoon says, still scenting Jungkook’s furiously.

“I saw you yesterday,” Jungkook argues, but he's smiling. One of his hands is buried in Namjoon’s hair like it belongs there, and maybe it does. The alpha pulls back and looks at Jungkook with a frown that makes him grin wider. “But I missed you too.”

 Namjoon smiles, satisfied, and turns Jungkook's head by the chin, dragging his nose down the omega’s neck until he can taste his gland. Jungkook hums, closing his eyes. Namjoon’s attention makes him feel so sated,his  chest full and brimming. Namjoon begins swinging, shifting his weight from side to side, and his tight grip makes Jungkook dance with him.

“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Namjoon whispers. Jungkook makes a questioning noise. Namjoon takes a moment to rephrase. “Did I push too hard? You practically ran away.”

“It was… a lot,” is what Jungkook settles for. “Seokjin-hyung was talking to me, and Jimin-hyung kept asking questions, and then you… Yeah, I was overwhelmed.”

“I’m sorry for putting you in an awkward position.” Namjoon nuzzles Jungkook’s neck, and his hands slip under his shirt. Jungkook always feels so shaky when Namjoon touches his skin.

“Well…” Jungkook catches himself, biting his lip,his  face flushed. He didn’t mean to say that. Stupid alpha pheromones. But  Namjoon hears him and stops their rocking. He pulls back, looking at Jungkook quizzically, but the omega avoids his gaze.

“Did you like it?” he asks, and Jungkook’s traitorous face blushes deeper. Namjoon chuckles. “You liked it, didn’t you?” 

Jungkook looks to one side, but Namjoon turns his face towards him. Jungkook shuts his eyes tight. 

“Look at me, baby.” Jungkook needs to grow a backbone, he could give Namjoon his left arm if he called him that while asking, so naturally, he opens his eyes. “Did you like it?” he asks again, his thumb brushing over Jungkook’s lower lip. He nods. “You’re so…” Namjoon shakes his head, laughing incredulously.

“I wouldn’t…” Jungkook starts and then stops, biting his lip while he thinks. Namjoon waits for him to find the right words. “I’m not opposed to doing more.” He said against the alpha’s thumb, then he licks the digit, letting Namjoon slip it into his mouth.

“Good to know,” is Namjoon’s response before his finger is replaced by his tongue. It’s a hungry kiss, forceful and demanding. Jungkook struggles to keep up with Namjoon’s mouth, his heavy scent making him slow and clumsy. He’s holding on to Namjoon’s shoulders for dear life while the other’s hands roam his body. He grabs Jungkook’s ass with both hands and grinds their hips together—Jungkook parts for air.

“But not here,” he says, and Namjoon immediately relents. “Not in Jimin’s home.” He finally looks around the room they’re in. An office, a big desk sits on the far wall, shelves full of books, equipment, and knick-knacks. Digging into his hip is not a desk but a filing cabinet.

“Okay,” Namjoon agrees. His hands leave Jungkook’s ass and settle on his waist. He brushes their noses together, Namjoon’s plump bottom lip catching against Jungkook’s. 

“Just a little kissing then,” the alpha bargains, and Jungkook is so weak. “Kissing is fine?”

“It’s fine.” He nods before closing the gap himself. He pulls Namjoon closer in an attempt to keep himself steady. They kiss until Jungkook is wet and needy, their hardening lengths pressing together but unmoving.

“We should go back,” Namjoon says, pushing Jungkook back by the neck when he tries to chase Namjoon’s lips. Hot. Jungkook groans but knows he’s right.

 “You go first,” Jungkook says, and Namjoon takes a step back, creating space between them. 

“I need to… uhm.” Namjoon looks down, and when Jungkook follow,s he sees the very clear shape of his erection on his jeans and snorts. Namjoon blushes and sneaks a hand into his pants, fixing his member against his stomach. Part of it peaks from his waistband, but he arranges his shirt until it’s not noticeable. 

“Go.” He nods.

Jungkook does, making a quick stop in the bathroom to fix his hair and wipe himself. He makes it back to the terrace before Namjoon does. The guests have moved from the big table and are sitting around Jimin and Yoongi, who are opening their presents. Jungkook finds a lone stool in the back of the crowd and perches himself there. Seokjin gives him a knowing smirk that makes him blush, but they are too far from each other to say anything.

Namjoon returns a bit later, looking perfectly composed, and goes to stand close to Seokjin. The evening becomes a game of teasing glances and fleeting touches that have Jungkook on edge. He leaves twice to reapply his scent-blocking cream and prays to the moon that the open terrace hides his aroused pheromones. 

After a while, people start to leave, and Jungkook texts Hoseok to let him know that they can come whenever.

“Do you have a ride, Jungkook-ah?” Jimin asks when Soobin leaves with Momo and Jihyo.

Jungkook nods. 

“My friends are picking me up.” Jimin and Yoongi begin to gather the remains of the party from the terrac,e and Jungkook hurries to help. “—Just leave them in the kitchen,” Yoongi says when Jungkook picks up a stack of plates.

“The ones from the cafe?” Seokjin asks.

“Yeah, we’re supposed to go clubbing tonight.” In his periphery, Jungkook sees Namjoon’s head turn towards him. He’s walking around with a giant trash bag and dumping napkins and gift wrapper inside.

“Ah, youth.” Seokjin sighs wistfully, and it makes Jungkook chuckle. “Do you remember those days, Namjoon-ah?”

“Your definition of an exciting night was gaming until 4:00 am” Yoongi reminds him, rolling his eyes at Jungkook.

“Not all of us can be underground rap stars,” Seokjin says. “I left the fame for you and Namjoon.”

Jungkook stops. “What?”

He turns to look at Namjoon, who’s already glaring at Seokjin.

“Yeah,” the omega continues, unaffected by Namjoon’s wrath. “They were pretty good.”

“Their songs are still on Soundcloud, I can link you if you want,” Jimin winks, and Jungkook nods emphatically.

Namjoon mumbles something about traitors but doesn’t say anything else. They finish picking up and heads downstairs, Jimin disappearing down the hallway. Jungkook feels a bit awkward; the other three have known each other for a long time, and he doesn’t want to intrude, but they make him feel welcome, telling him stories from their youth.

“Where are you going with that?” Yoongi scowls when Jimin emerges with a broom.

“I want to get the floor in case it rains tonight,” Jimin explains like it’s obvious, and it only makes Yoongi frown harder.

“I can do it!” Jungkook volunteers, shooting up from his place on the couch when he feels the couple’s scent souring. Please don’t let him get caught in the middle of a fight.

“Thank you, Jungkook-ssi,” Yoongi says over Jimin’s protests.

“No problem!” Jungkook snatches the broom from Jimin’s hands and flees before fire catches between the soon-to-be parents.

Once upstairs on the patio, Jungkook checks his phone. Hoseok and Taehyung text saying they are on their way but stuck in traffic. Jungkook plays music on his phone and leaves it on a low table before he starts sweeping. He’s lost in thought, singing softly, when an arm wraps around his waist, another hand covering his mouth and dragging him against a corner.

The broom clatters to the ground, and Jungkook panics for a second before he recognizes Namjoon’s scent. The alpha shushes him, pressing Jungkook’s front against the railing.

“Stop,” Jungkook laughs quietly, trying to bat Namjoon’s hands away as he cups his front. “I said not in Jimin’s house.”

“This is not Jimin’s house,” Namjoon states plainly, his hands unbuttoning Jungkook’s jeans. “God, I love your ass,” he sighs, his cock rubbing insistently against Jungkook’s backside. He slips a hand into the omega’s underwear.

“That’s not what I meant.” Jungkook chokes, but parts his legs easily when Namjoon shoves a thigh between them. His fingers wrap around Jungkook’s cock, stroking a few times.

“I love loopholes,” the alpha says, licking Jungkook’s neck. “We just have to be quick and quiet.” He shoves Jungkook’s clothes out of the way so he can grab a handful of his ass, his other hand dips lower, messing with Jungkook’s slick and spreading it around. 

“Drenched,” he groans, biting Jungkook’s shoulder and shushing him when he yelps. “Quiet,” he reminds him, and Jungkook nods.

Namjoon plays with his cunt, teasing inside with one finger then two, his other hand stroking Jungkook’s cock. His traitorous legs already feeling like Jell-O and abdomen burning with want.

“Now,” he whines when Namjoon adds a third finger.

“Just like this?” 

“Just like this,” Jungkook nods. “I want to feel it all night.”

“Fuck,” Namjoon says, his hands disappearing as he pulls back. Jungkook bends over the railing a little, gripping it tight. Namjoon slots his cock between Jungkook’s legs, sliding it between his thighs to get it wet.

Jungkook looks around quickly. Yes, they are in the more secluded corner of the terrace, but that’s not saying much. If someone came up the stairs and looked behind themselves, there was no hiding. Namjoon’s cock presses against Jungkook’s opening and he pants in anticipation. Why does he find that so arousing?  

Then Namjoon fucks into him with a single violent thrust and Jungkook mewls. The alpha reaches forward, covering Jungkook’s mouth with his hand.

“Can’t even follow a simple instruction?” he snarls. Jungkook is gasping for air, eyes crossing at how full he is. Namjoon sets an immediate quick rhythm, and Jungkook grips the railing harder, eyes to the sky. It burns deliciously, tethering the line of pain in the most beautifully overwhelming way. 

“Perfect little cunt.” Namjoon whispers, leaning forward so he can whisper in Jungkook’s ear. 

“Look,” he grabs his face and directs a little downwards and to the right.

There, a few floors below, is the roof patio of the neighboring building. Jungkook sees a group of people doing yoga and two elderly couples chatting on couches. 

“No,” he whines, trying to hide away, but Namjoon grips his neck to keep him in place.

“Shhh…” Namjoon says, deceitfully soothin,g but his hips don’t stop. “You just have to be quiet,  baby, don’t make them look up.” 

His words make Jungkook clench his little cock spitting precum to the floor under them. 

“Mmm…” Namjoon hums, slowing his hips momentarily. 

“I think you want them to look,” he says conversationally, kissing Jungkook’s neck. The omega starts fucking back on Namjoon’s cock, needing harder, rougher. 

“You want them to see how good you take it.” Jungkook shakes his head no but his body betrays him, pulsing around Namjoon’s dick.

“More…” Jungkook whispers. 

He sees the yoga people sit down to talk on their mats, and one of the couples gets up and leaves. Namjoon complies, fucking him so hard his whole body rocks and digs into the railing. That will leave a mark, Jungkook thinks. The stairs to the neighbor’s terrace are on the same side as they are, and the couple walks, facing them as they approach the stairs. Jungkook gets a thrill of excitement. Maybe they’ll look up. They don’t, and Jungkook feels equal parts disappointed and relieved. As if he can feel his distraction Namjoon pulls him back with the hand on his neck, the other reaching for his cocklet, stroking him viciously.

“So good,” he pants, closing his eyes. He’s getting closer alarmingly fast, lightheaded. “I’m… I’m…” 

He can’t form a full sentence before he’s coming. His body tenses and shakes, and Namjoon's hand returns to his mouth to mute his cries. The sudden influx of air when he releases Jungkook’s neck makes his orgasm last longer, and his eyes water at the intensity.

“Shit,” Namjoon says when Jungkook’s knees buck and he scrambles to keep him upright. Namjoon keeps fucking and Jungkook body sways like a ragdoll with every thrust. A few more minutes and the alpha is pulling out of him, Jungkook feels him move behind him frantically for a few seconds, and then he hears a groan followed by a splashing sound.

 Jungkook looks behind himself, confused, and finds a splatter of Namjoon’s seed on the concrete floor of the terrace. They meet gazes, eyes equally wide.

“Oh my god!” Namjoon says, and Jungkook starts cackling. “Why… why did I do that?” he mumbles, dumbfounded,d and Jungkook laughs harder.

“You’re gross,” he says, trying to calm himself as he rights his clothes. “You can’t leave that there.”

“I won’t!” Namjoon says, fixing his own pants. “I’ll clean it up. You finish sweeping.”

A few minutes and many tears of laughter later, they are done. Still giggling, Jungkook picks up his phone. Five missed calls from Hoseok. Shit, he forgot.

Jungkook hurries down the stairs when he hears a familiar voice.

“... since we were born, we’re poop pals.”

Jungkook stops, and Namjoon crashes into his back, making him stumble the few steps left. There, sitting like they’ve been there a while, are Hoseok and Taehyung.

Oh no.

Jungkook is extremely aware of his sweaty skin, his probably messy hair, and the fact that he’s still slicking and his underwear is soiled. He planned to run into the bathroom and make himself decent before facing the people in the living room, but five heads were already looking at them.

“Jungkook-ah!” Taehyung beamed, looking from Namjoon to Jungkook with glee. “Jimin-ah and Seokjin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung are so nice!” 

The way Taehyung manages to become best friends with everyone in a matter of minutes should not impress Jungkook at this point. The alpha is sitting with Seokjin on one couch, Yoongi and Jimin on the other, and Hoseok is standing, close to the door, back pin straight and arms crossed over his chest. 

“... Hi!” Jungkook says, smiling awkwardly and waving. He doesn’t want to get close enough so they can smell him. Behind him, Namjoon’s body heat makes him aware of how close the alpha is, how their scents must be on each other. Can he just take a step back? “Why are you guys here?” 

He glances at Jimin, who matches Taehyung’s evil grin. Namjoon moves behind him, and his hand goes to rest on Jungkook's waist, Hoseok's eyes immediately zeroing in on it.

“We got a call from the lobby because someone wasn’t answering their phone, so I thought we could meet your friends. Since, you know, you were making them wait so long.”

“Oh..” What else can Jungkook say? “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.”

“It’s not your fault, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin says, looking accusingly at Namjoon.

There was an awkward silence, the five of them looking at him and Namjoon. Jungkook wants to bury his head in the ground and never come out. 

“I need to pee,” he says after a second and goes to hide in the bathroom. Again.

Once the door is closed, the weight of what just happened makes Jungkook panic. What the hell is wrong with him? His first time in Jimin’s home, and this is how he behaves? Oh God, he only met Yoongi. What will he think of him? 

Jungkook walks to the bathroom window and slides it open, looking outside. Right, they are on the fucking top floor. He can’t just jump and make a run for it. Still, Jungkook eyes the ant-sized people on the sidewalk, considering what awaits on the other side of the bathroom door. Jumping might be worth a shot. He sighs, sticking his head out the window like a dog in a car.

Despite his dramatic antics, the cold night air helps clear his head, and Jungkook gets to work on trying to save some of his dignity. His hair is a little messy, but his clothes are not as wrinkled as he thought, and (thank heavens), his pants are not wet or stained. His underwear, though, is a wrong step away from leaking into his pants. Jungkook hesitates but decides to take them off, wrapping them tightly to keep the scent as hidden as he can and rolling them around themselves before shoving them in his pocket. He pauses, this is fucking absurd.

He pees for what feels like the tenth time in that bathroom and wipes practically all his skin from the waist down. He prays that the building piping is good as he flushes the toilet paper down. The last thing he needs is to flood the bathroom, but the less evidence, the better. Before leaving he applies more scent blockers in his neck, wrist, and even his inner thighs because why the fuck not. He’s desperate.

And now, he doesn’t have anything else to help him avoid the real world.

When Jungkook exits the bathroom, there’s an underlying tension that has Jimin, Seokjin, and Taehyung chattering way too quickly. He sees Namjoon has moved to the kitchen and is casually drinking a glass of water, a smirk on his lips as he looks at Hoseok. The other alpha is glaring at him, and Jungkook is very confused.

“Uhm… Everything alright?”

“Kookie!” Taehyung says, “You didn’t tell me Jimin-ie and Seokjin-hyung can sing. We should do karaoke soon.”

“I didn’t know?” Seriously, how does Taehyung do that? Hoseok breaks eye contact with Namjoon to look at Jungkook instead.

“Kook and I took singing lessons together, we were convinced we would be idols,” Taehyung laughs, rolling his eyes, but Jungkook can feel his unconcerned mask slip when Hoseok moves and his eyes immediately go to him.

“Maybe in another life,” is Jimin’s response. 

Hoseok reaches Jungkook and hugs him. He hugs him back on instinct, and when he sends Namjoon a questioning glance over Hoseok’s shoulder, he can practically see smoke coming out of the alpha’s ears.

“You ready to go, bun?” Hoseok smiles, sweet and stiff, keeping an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, his scent bitter and angry. What the hell is going on?

“Sure,” Jungkook says, eager. Please, just let him leave.

“Are you sure, yeobo?” he hears Jimin say and finds him pouting at Yoongi with big, shiny eyes. “I won’t drink or anything.” 

What?

“We are not going, Jimin,” Yoongi says, patting his mate on the leg. “Maybe after Mina is here.” Jimin sighs, slumping back on the couch and looking at his belly.

Behind them comes Namjoon, who drops a bag of cheese balls on Jimin’s lap. The omega gasps excitedly. Yoongi mouths a thank you to Namjoon over his head.

“What about you, hyung?” Taehyung asks, looking at Seokjin expectantly. 

What?

Seokjin hums, looking at Taehyung and then at Hoseok. “Sure, let me feel like the cool kids for tonight.”

Taehyung laughs. “We’ll make you feel so cool.” Taehyung winks. What happened while Jungkook was in the bathroom?

“What about you, Namjoon-ssi?” Taehyung asks next, a dangerous smile on his lips.

“He’s not invited,” Hoseok interjects.

“Are you sure about that?” Namjoon says, looking at Jungkook. “Let Jungkook-ssi decide.”

Oh God. Jungkook looks at Taehyung and then at Hoseok. His pungent scent makes Jungkook feel cowardly.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to—”

“There, you’re not invited,” Hoseok interjects, dragging Jungkook to the front door.

They say their goodbyes in a blur. Jungkook glances at Namjoon, and he’s already watching him with a frown as he too, gets ready to leave. The elevator ride is a scent confrontation that has Jungkook backed against a corner; Seokjin doesn’t seem affected at all.

“Jungkook-ssi, come here a second,” Namjoon says once they are close to the car. He goes obediently, and Namjoon quickly pulls him into a hug. “Text me, at any hour, whenever you need.” He whispers in his ear.

“We should get going,” comes Hoseok's voice just as Namjoon licks over the scent gland on his neck. Jungkook jumps at the sudden contact.

“I mean it, baby,” Namjoon says, and Jungkook nods, whining a little when he squeezes his waist. Then Jungkook gets an idea and takes the soiled underwear from his pants pocket and slips it into Namjoon’s.

“Don’t look until you're alone,” he whispers when they pull away, Namjoon’s hand already halfway there.

The alpha smirks. 

“Whatever you want, baby,” he says, a little too loud.

“Let's go, Kook,” Hoseok calls again.

“Bye,” Jungkook says quickly before running to his friend’s car.

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Jungkook puts his phone down, trying not to look too eager. He watches his friends on the dance floor. Taehyung and Hoseok got up from the table again when another one of the hundreds of “their songs” started playing, dragging Seokjin with them and sandwiching the omega between them. Jungkook could see, but decided to ignore, Hoseok's hand under Seokjin’s shirt, and Taehyung licking his ear. It was a bit too much for him.

Could Namjoon really find him? The alpha seemed pretty confident but Jungkook was still nervous. He glances at his phone. Ugh , why did he insist on playing around? He could be getting his Namjoon dose sooner.

He finishes his nth drink and sighs when his bladder complains. Jungkook goes to pee, orders another drink, dances with his friends and a few strangers, gets another whisky and a round of shots for everyone.

“Watcha looking at?” Hoseok smiles when they sit down once more, and Jungkook turns his gaze from the entrance to his friend. Hoseok has been sweaty and disheveled since he came back from the bathroom with the other two, his hair sticking up in every direction .

“Nothing.”

They order another round of drinks.

“Waiting for someone?” Seokjin whispers in his ear when Jungkook glances at the door again. Jungkook looks at him and the other omega winks.

“Maybe,” Jungkook smiles.

Seokjin laughs and when Hoseok makes a questioning noise Taehyung promptly distracts him with a kiss.

They chat and keep drinking but Jungkook’s mind is not there. He checks his phone and sighs. It feels like he’s been waiting forever but it’s been less than an hour. He’s constantly trying to check the entrance, even while he’s looking at Hoseok and Taehyung reenacting their first fight. They are getting to the make up sex  when Seokjin taps his legs under the table.

Jungkook looks at him, confused, and the older omega looks behind Jungkook. He turns, and sees Namjoon, looking around as he makes his way through the crowd. Jungkook’s heart jumps in his chest before breaking into a galloping pace. 

He leaves the booth quickly, or as quickly as he can when his brain can’t really perceive depth. He makes his way through the sweaty crowd, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. He came. Jungkook wanted him to come and he did. It puffs something shiny and warm in Jungkook’s chest until he feels like he’s about to burst with it. Sweet and happy. He’s not being particularly sneaky but Namjoon doesn’t spot him until Jungkook slams into his chest with a little more force than intended. He’s drunker than he thought.

“Ufff!...”

“You did it! You found me!” he’s laughing, giddy, hugging Namjoon’s middle and jumping a little in excitement. The alpha’s arms are quick to wrap around him. “I was so worried! And you took so long. I didn’t think you could make it!” he rambles. They are standing right where they collided, hugging, and Namjoon smiles at everything he says. 

“How did you find me?” Jungkook asks.

“Oh well, I have some impressive deductive skills, in case you haven’t noticed.” 

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, confused.

“What did you deduct?” 

“I won’t tell you my secrets,” Namjoon scoffs. “You’d use them against me.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow when he remembers. “Did you ask Seokjin-hyung?”

“I did,” Namjoon admits. “But the important part is that I came, right?”

He squeezes Jungkook, distracting him with a kiss on his temple.

“I guess…” Jungkook mumbles. Namjoon is too warm, too real in his arms for him to care. “Do you want a drink?” He pulls back, taking Namjoon’s hand and dragging him to the bar.

“Just one… I’m driving.” They squeeze their way into the bar and Jungkook leans on it, trying to catch the bartender’s attention. Namjoon plasters himself to Jungkook’s back, inhaling against his neck greedily.

“What do you want?” Jungkook asks once the smiling pink-haired girl is in front of them.

“Whatever you’re having,” Namjoon says, unwilling to lift his head or open his eyes. Jungkook orders the drinks and Namjoon helps him carry them back.

When they make it to the table Hoseok is once again frowning, sitting between Seokjin and Taehyung.

“What are you doing here?” is how he greets Namjoon, who only smiles smugly.

“Seokjin invited me, actually.” They all look at Seokjin who smiles sheepishly.

Taehyung intercepts any possible argument when a song starts playing and he drags his two companions away.

“Let’s dance?” Jungkook asks. He’s jittery, needs to get it out of him before he climbs into Namjoon’s lap and… yeah.

“Mmm…” Namjoon hums, looking warily at the mass of bodies. “I’m not a great dancer.”

“You don’t have to be,” Jungkook laughs. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

He stands up, losing his balance a little, and pulls Namjoon’s arm. The alpha groans, pulling Jungkook’s back and hugging his waist to immobilize him.

“But I just got here, and I’m old,” he groans, rubbing his face on Jungkook’s belly.

“Hyung, please!” Jungkook pleads.

Namjoon stills, then his head moves very slowly and he looks up at Jungkook's mouth gaping.

“What did you say?”

“Please?” Jungkook asks, confused. Namjoon laughs, shaking his head. “What?” Jungkook asks, smiling even when he doesn’t get the joke. “I have manners!”

“Of course you do,” Namjoon says, letting go of Jungkook’s waist–who staggers a little–to get out of the booth. “Let’s go dancing. See if you can catch these moves.” 

Jungkook cheers. It starts off silly, Namjoon’s moves making Jungkook laugh until he’s crying, and, when paired with Seokjin’s purposefully spastic dancing? It has Taehyung and Jungkook holding onto each other, weak with laughter. Namjoon pretends to kick a ball and  spins, striking a pose and Jungkook  sees even Hoseok is struggling not to smile. Then Namjoon takes Jungkook’s hand and pulls him against him, slotting a thigh between Jungkook’s legs as they swing to the rhythm of the music.

“Did you like my moves?” Namjoon asks, and Jungkook kind of wants to lick the drop of sweat that’s slowly making its way down Namjoon’s face; so he catches it with his tongue when it reaches Namjoon’s jaw.

“It was a very educational experience,” Jungkook nods, the quick movement making his head swim. “I could almost hear your old hinges squeaking.”

Namjoon throws his head back and laughs and Jungkook can’t stop looking at him. His gorgeous jawline, his neck, his lips stretched into a smile, his cute little nose.  How lucky is Jungkook right now?

“I forgot to oil them tonight.” is Namjoon’s comeback and Jungkook giggles. He hugs the alpha tighter against him, chasing his scent where it is stronger on his neck. He closes his eyes and it’s almost too much. Namjoon’s body moving with his, his low voice humming the song they’re dancing to in his ear, Jungkook’s own fingers playing with his hair.

He allows himself to open his mouth, licking greedily at Namjoon’s neck and sighing when the alpha’s hold tightens around Jungkook with a small growl.

“You taste heavenly too,” Jungkook whispers before sucking Namjoon’s earlobe into his mouth. Namjoon’s finger digs into his body and the thigh between his legs presses up momentarily, making Jungkook whine.

“Do you still feel it?” Namjoon asks, pulling back to look Jungkook in the eye.

The omega moves his hips, grinding into Namjoon’s thigh and his eyes flutter closer. There it is. That empty, delicious burn reminds Jungkook how good Namjoon makes him feel. He nods, biting his lip, Namjoon’s hand instantly pulls Jungkook’s lip free with his thumb, caressing lightly over it.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Namjoon looks at him in a way that makes Jungkook believe every word that comes out of his mouth. His gaze roams over Namjoon’s face like in a trance. “Can I kiss you?”

Why does he keep asking? Doesn’t he know the answer is always yes? 

Jungkook nods and Namjoon’s lips descend on his with a slow, careful kiss. It’s measure and control, a perfect kiss for a public place, but the way Namjoon’s scent spikes, how his tongue reaches for Jungkook’s makes him weak on the knees.

They pull back and Jungkook hides his face in Namjoon’s neck. It’s too much, all these things he’s feeling. Namjoon pulls his head back to look at him and smiles, Jungkook smiles back. Like this the edges of reality are blurred and he can only focus on one thing at a time, and that is Namjoon.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight?” Namjoon asks and when Jungkook nods he pecks him in the lips. “Let’s tell your friends we’re leaving.”

Namjoon laces their fingers together and threads through the crowd until they reach the other three. They find Taehyung and Hoseok kissing, practically on top of each other on the booth, Seokjin watching from Hoseok’s other side. Namjoon leans over and whispers into Seokjin’s ear and the omega smiles, looking at them both and giving them a thumbs up before returning to the alphas.

Jungkook is quiet as they make their way to the car. He doesn’t want to speak, he plasters himself to Namjoon’s body, making them trip as they walk. He’s busy trying to slip his hands under Namjoon’s shirt, fiddling clumsily with his belt. A couple of people side-eye them but Jungkook doesn’t care, he needs Namjoon now.

“Baby, wait,” Namjoon laughs when Jungkook tries to undo his jeans for the third time while Namjoon opens the passenger’s door. “Let’s get home first. Shit! Cold!” he yelps, pushing Jungkook’s hands away when he presses them against his abdomen. “Help me out here,” he says and Jungkook sighs, finally crawling in the car.

Namjoon crouches to help Jungkook with his seatbelt and the omega takes advantage of the position to take Namjoon’s face in his hands and kiss him. He makes it filthy and wet and when Namjoon pulls back he bites his lip before releasing him. Namjoon just looks at him, blinking and Jungkook smirks, sitting back comfortably.

“Fucking hell,” he hears Namjoon mumble before he’s closing the door and jogging to the driver’s side. In no time they are on the road. It shouldn’t be a long drive, especially not at this hour. Jungkook bites his lip, sitting sideways to look at Namjoon, who glances back at him. 

"What?" he asks when Jungkook sighs. "Are you getting sick?"

"No," Jungkook laughs. He gets on his knees, fighting against the seatbelt, and leans over to kiss Namjoon's jaw. "I did promise something if you could find me."

"We-were you serious?"

"Of course," Jungkook says, kissing down Namjoon's neck. "You did so good, alpha, you deserve your prize."

"Shit." They stop at a red light and Namjoon turns to eat Jungkook's mouth. "Are you sure?"

"I want you in my mouth," Jungkook says, unashamed.

Namjoon faces forward and they start moving again. The alpha takes a steadying breath, brow furrowed and knuckles white on the wheel...

"Whatever you want, baby."

Jungkook is clumsy about it, sloppy. Too eager for finesse or technique. He struggles with Namjoon’s zipper until the alpha lifts his hips to help him out. Jungkook dives for the clothed cock, which is not fully hard yet but Jungkook believes he can take him there quickly. He rubs his face against it, kisses and licks all over until the shape is a dark, wet patch of saliva, Namjoon hard and straining against the fabric. 

He pulls the waistband back and promptly slaps himself on the face with it.

“Jungkook!” Namjoon gasps, glances at him, horrified, but Jungkook is laughing, wiping the precum from his eyelid. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, coming up to kiss Namjoon’s mouth and half missing it, landing somewhere over his dimple, before coming back down. “I kinda liked it.”

“Oh, shhi…” Namjoon jumps when Jungkook grabs the shaft by the base, opening his mouth and slapping against his tongue. “Oh god.” 

Namjoon’s voice trembles when Jungkook licks the head, tasting him before enveloping it with his lips. Namjoon’s hips buckle and he whines. Jungkook is high with power, watching the muscles on the alpha’s legs tense and shift. The way he’s kneeling on the seat gives him zero stimulation but that doesn’t stop his lower belly from stirring with want, just knowing he’s making Namjoon feel good is enough to get him going. The more Jungkook licks and sucks the denser the air becomes, thick, almost humid with their musk, scents mixing. It makes Jungkook think how overpowering the smell of sex is.

Then Jungkook pulls off with a wet pop, stroking Namjoon with a firm hand.

“Should I send them a note?” he asks, his voice harsh.

“What?” Namjoon says, breathing labored and sending Jungkook a confused look.

“To Jimin and Yoongi hyung,” he explains, taking his other hand into Namjoon’s underwear to play with his balls. “You know? Like an apology note.”

“Are you really thinking about them right now?” They stop at another red light and Namjoon bangs his head a couple of times, lightly, against the headrest. “Am I boring you?”

“Of course not,” Jungkook says, outraged, squeezing Namjoon’s balls in his hands in punishment. The alpha yelps, jumping and cursing. “It was just a thought.”

“I believe you,” Namjoon squeaks, voice tight, and Jungkook releases him.

Jungkook hums, distracted by Namjoon’s cock dribbling more precome. He leans down again, sucking vigorously, taking as much as he can, until it hits the back of his throat and his jaw aches. The sounds coming out of Namjoon’s mouth have Jungkook worked up, leaking consistently, his cock straining painfully in his jeans.

They hit a bump on the road and Jungkook chokes.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Namjoon says, his hand going to rub Jungkook’s back soothingly.

“‘S okay,” Jungkook coughs, fitting his mouth once again over the tip. He keeps Namjoon on the edge, stimulated constantly but slowing down whenever the alpha seems too close.

Surprisingly, thet make it to the underground parking lot in one piece, and when Jungkook pulls off his cock Namjoon is breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering his body. 

Namjoon reaches for him but Jungkook scurries out. When he stands he realizes he’s still drunk, a lot less than in the club but enough to feel bold and playful.

“I don’t feel like getting fucked in the car,” Jungkook says when Namjoon looks at him questioningly through the windshield. He sees the alpha awkwardly shoving his cock back in his pants before stepping out. They walk to the elevator and as soon as the door closes behind them they are all over each other, kissing loudly, all tongues and teeth. Jungkook reaches under Namjoon’s shirt and finds his cock peeking over his waistband. He strokes over it with a finger, whining when Namjoon bites his lower lip.

When the elevator’s door dings open, they stumble into the hallway. It takes Namjoon four tries to unlock the door, Jungkook plastered to his back and already undoing his pants. The door is not even properly closed and Jungkook is on his knees, pulling Namjoon’s cock out and sucking it into his mouth. He groans when Jungkook bobs his head, sloppily getting him wet. He thrusts a couple of times but keeps a tight grip around the base, squeezing his knot. Then he pulls Jungkook off of him by the hair and the omega  whines. 

“Present for alpha.”

It’s not a command, but Jungkook’s body reacts as if it was. He shudders and turns around on his knees, presses his cheek to the cold floor and arches his back. Over the loud racing of his own heart Jungkook hears a thud when Namjoon kneels behind him, then Jungkook’s pants and underwear are being yanked down forcefully.

“Baby…” Namjoon says with a shuddering breath, his warm hands spreading Jungkook’s cheeks wider apart. He feels suddenly vulnerable but doesn’t have time to think before he feels the head of Namjoon’s cock nudging his entrance. They both moan when Namjoon slides home, half of his length in a single thrust.

He stops there and Jungkook savors the moment. Namjoon’s hard cock, the burn of the stretch, the heat of his hands holding Jungkook’s waist. It feels so right, Jungkook wishes he could feel like this forever.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jungkook cries when Namjoon begins to work the rest of his length in. It’s a little painful, burn over burn, his body not completely recovered from the rooftop fun. “So good, you fill me up so good.”

Namjoon grunts, holding Jungkook in place with one hand, digging into his waist, the other catching his weight by Jungkook’s head. He’s not gentle about it, his scent betrays him as feral as Jungkook feels. He fucks Jungkook into the floor, holding him in place as he forcefully thrusts again and again.

“Ah, ah,” Jungkook whines, breathless when Namjoon leans his torso over him, mounting him like an animal by the shoe closet. Jungkook’s knees hurt but all he can do is cry and beg for more as Namjoon rams into him. He drools into the floor, and his arms scramble for purchase as the violent thrusts push him forward.

“Fuck!” Namjoon grunts, pulling back. He brings Jungkook with him, tangling a hand in his hair to press him against his body. “Love your tight little cunt.” 

He licks over Jungkook’s scent gland and the omega gasps, writhing in Namjoon’s arms. He hugs Jungkook’s body until he’s sitting back on Namjoon’s cock. His free hand finds Jungkook’s cock, jerking him with quick little motions until Jungkook is coming all over himself, his pussy spasming around Namjoon’s length.

Slowly, the alpha helps him lay down on the floor. In the haze, Jungkook feels Namjoon taking off his shoes, pants and underwear. There’s rustling behind him and he figures Namjoon is getting naked too. Namjoon sits on Jungkook’s thighs, kissing his way up from Jungkook’s ass to his ears before whispering.

“Can you keep going?” 

Jungkook smiles and nods, but his face morphs, his lips part in a silent scream and his eyebrows scrunch when Namjoon slides into him again. Jungkook tries to open his legs but the alpha’s knees, firmly planted on the floor, keep him in place.

Like this it’s incredibly tight, Jungkook feels every inch of him, how it carves a space inside of him with every thrust. Now Namjoon is gentle, fucking him slow and careful but so incredibly deep. His pelvis pushes Jungkook’s ass every time he sinks in and then he pulls all the way out, the ridge of his head teasing Jungkook’s hole before sinking back in. Namjoon lies on top of him, supporting his weight on his elbow and finds Jungkook’s mouth for a kiss. They don’t speak, Jungkook can barely think, he’s so full, every movement sends waves of pleasure that reach the tips of his toes.

His second orgasm takes him by surprise; it’s not explosive but intense and drawn out. It brings tears to his eyes and his mouth opens as he groans through it, long and pained. His come coats the floor under him and Namjoon only stops moving when Jungkook complains, “too much,” and hits him on the side.

The alpha pulls out, shushing Jungkook’s whines with kisses and carries him to the bedroom, laying him carefully on the bed. Jungkook sighs, ready to sleep but a cry breaks through him when Namjoon’s mouth finds his cock. 

“No, no,” he pleads, closing his legs on Namjoon’s head, pushing him away halfheartedly, his cock trying to come back to life. “I can’t, please.”

“Just one more, baby,” Namjoon mumbles against his skin. “Give me one more and you can rest.” 

He licks Jungkook’s slit, making him thrashagainst the mattress but opens his legs. Namjoon moans when he can properly get his mouth on him. 

“Heavenly,” he says, mostly to himself, before diving under Jungkook’s cock. His pussy leaks steadily and Namjoon drinks every drop until Jungkook is coming again, gushing on his face, his cock twitching, pathetic and dry.

Jungkook closes his eyes, spent, and feels Namjoon moving around, lifting his legs. He’s waiting for the feeling of wet cloth but he get’s a blunt cockhead instead. 

“Fuck!” Jungkook screams, overstimulated, when Namjoon sinks into him again. “Liar.”

He grips the bed sheets tightly in his fists, body tense. Namjoon uses his legs as leverage, keeping Jungkook open and exposed as he fucks him even harder than before. “Please, please, please,” he slurs, vision blurry with tears. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. Namjoon grunts above him as he chases his own orgasm.

He’s relentless, even when Jungkook whines and tries to squirm away. Namjoon pulls him back in and keeps thrusting at an unbreakable pace. Jungkook comes twice more on Namjoon’s cock,  his own dick flopping every time his body jolts on the bed.

By the time Namjoon grunts “Close,” Jungkook’s face is tear streaking and his legs shake uncontrollably. Namjoon thrust a couple more times before pulling out. 

“Keep them open,” Namjoon orders and Jungkook complies clumsily, pushing his legs as wide apart as he can, spreading himself with both hands. 

“Perfect omega,” Namjoon moans, stroking himself and aiming his dick at Jungkook’s used cunt. He comes with a low, long groan and Jungkook feels it painting his cock, pussy and ass. It’s a lot, and Jungkook thinks he sees Namjoon milking his knot as he moves up, come leaving lines on Jungkook’s chest and neck, a single burst of seed reaching his face.

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Jungkook must pass out for a second, because he blinks his eyes open to Namjoon sitting beside him on the bed, gently cleaning him up. The cool cloth feels good, soothing on his skin. 

“Sorry,” Namjoon says when he wipes the come on his face but Jungkook squints one eye open and the alpha is smiling.

“All you do is lie,” he says, and Namjoon shrugs, unapologetic. He roams Jungkook’s body with his eyes, and then with one hand and his scent spikes with want. 

“No,” Jungkook says, hitting Namjoon on the side of the head with a pillow.

“I didn’t say anything.”

He leans down to kiss Jungkook and his mouth is so distracting, he smells so good. Jungkook is only aware of his tactics when one of Namjoon’s hands creeps down, caressing his inner thighs.

“Stop!” Jungkook says, slapping his hand away.

“I’m just playing,” Namjoon laughs. “I’m tired too.” 

Jungkook looks at his cock, thankfully soft against his leg. Jungkook gets a little envious when he realizes Namjoon soft is bigger than Jungkook when he’s hard. 

“Bath?” he asks and Jungkook nods, stretching his body.

Namjoon leaves for the bathroom and Jungkook looks around, the room looks exactly as it did two days ago, Snorlax facing the wall and everything. He sits up and hisses, the stretch and burning between his legs unmistakable. He moves his hips a little, smiling at the heightened sensation. It’s good and it’s going to last a while. He walks, a little unsteady to the bathroom, and finds the bathtub filling with steaming water and Namjoon humming under the shower. 

“I thought you didn’t like showers,” he says, approaching the alpha.

“Jesus!” Namjoon says, startled, looking at Jungkook with wide eyes before offering a hand to help him get in. “It’s just to get the grime off, don’t want to soak in our own fluids. Can I?”

He shows Jungkook the shampoo bottle and he nods, practically purring while Namjoon washes his hair and soaps his body.

The bathtub is not that big, they end up facing each other, their backs against opposing sides and legs tangled between them, the hot water makes Jungkook’s abused flesh sting. Namjoon starts to caress Jungkook’s legs, and it slowly morphs into a soft massage in the sleepy silence of the bathroom. 

This is the life , Jungkook thinks, I could stay like this forever.

It’s a bubble of happiness and attention and orgasms and if Namjoon says Whatever you want one more time, Jungkook is going to melt into a puddle. Maybe he could quit his job and become a Stay at Home Omega. Namjoon could certainly afford it. Shit, this is supposed to be Jungkook’s job. Then he remembers real-life responsibilities looming and groans.

“Did I hurt you?” Namjoon asks, softening his grip on Jungkook’s calf.

“No, I’m just thinking about work and school.” Jungkook sighs, grimacing. Stupid responsibilities.

“What about it?”

“I need to finish editing our project, I have a test next week.” Jungkook lists. “Also Monday I have to turn in my last history essay and I have two presentations to finish. I should also go to the office to finish some reports.”

“Well, it doesn’t sound like too much,” Namjoon tries to reason, but Jungkook doesn’t want logic, he wants to complain.

“But I don’t want to go,” he whines, splashing Namjoon with one foot.

“Ok, ok,” the alpha says. “Come here.” 

He grabs Jungkook’s hand and makes him crawl until he’s straddling him. Before Jungkook can question his intentions or how he adjusts his member so it’s between Jungkook’s asscheeks, they are kissing. Deep and lazy. Namjoon hums, his tongue chasing Jungkook’s, his hand roaming his back and legs, squeezing his butt. When they part Jungkook’s  breathing is labored and he feels soft and spacey.

“About that,” Namjoon says. “I wanted to ask you a question.” He shifts, clearing his throat and his scent spikes wetly. Jungkook binks, focused, because Namjoon smells nervous . “You only have to go to class tomorrow?”

 “I have to turn in a paper, but I don’t have to go. I actually have the next few weeks to finish all the big projects before graduation,” he explains.

“Good, that’s very good.” Namjoon smiles, but the way he rubs Jungkook’s thighs is still a little frantic. “I was wondering…if you want of course…it would be a pleasure for me, but I completely understand if you don’t want to. I know it’s a long time, but I’d really like it if you were able to. I can call your job and arrange everything if you want.” Namjoon exhales, breathing like he just ran a marathon. “So, what do you say?”

Jungkook blinks down at him.

“You said a lot of words but didn’t say the important ones,” Jungkook laughs.

“What?”

“What did you even ask?” Jungkook says, still laughing. Namjoon looks disgruntled. “A long time? Call my job for what?”

Namjoon waits for Jungkook to calm down before speaking.

“Let me try again.” Namjoon frowns, and Jungkook giggles some more. 

“I want to date you,” Namjoon says enunciating every word. Jungkook sobers up instantly. “I want to take you out and court you and shit.” Jungkook blinks. “Would you go on a date with me?”

“You look so nervous.” Jungkook points out.

“Because I am.”

“Why?” 

Namjoon shrugs.

“Isn’t it a little odd to ask with your dick between my asscheeks?”

“Is stalling your way of saying you’re not interested?”

“No!” Jungkook says, alarmed. “I want to date you, of course I do!”

“Good,” Namjoon says, nodding, his scent mellowing around them. He laughs and hugs Jungkook tightly. It’s so endearing it makes him laugh too. “So, I was thinking, since you have two weeks left of your test month we could, mmm, take advantage of the system.”

Jungkook cocks his head to the side. “What are you suggesting?”

 “I could call your work,” he whispers, his eyes roaming again over Jungkook’s body. “And let them know I need you with me for the next two weeks.” His fingers skim over Jungkook’s arms and down his back, making him shiver. “And since you don’t have to go to school,” Namjoon’s hands dip under the water, grabbing two handfuls of Jungkook’s ass, “you could stay here.”

“You only want me here so you can fuck whenever you want,” Jungkook accuses him, but his hand reaches down to align Namjoon’s cock with his hole, sinking down slowly.

 “I like having you here.” Namjoon continues, his voice shaky. “And I’ll take the opportunity to have you all to myself for a few days before we both have to go back to the real world, ah!” He groans, hands tight on Jungkook’s waist, helping him move.

“Yes,” Jungkook moans, to Namjoon’s guidance and his proposal. “I-I’d like that.”

"I'll take you on a date after that, when there's no stupid contract in the way."

"Where?" Jungkook asks, though he's not really listening.

"Wherever you want," Namjoon grunts, speeding Jungkook's movements with the hold on his waist. "Just like that, baby."

"We could ge-et Italian." Jungkook suggests, just trying to see how long is Namjoon able to hold a conversation.

“Great. Italian, Chinese, Vegan if you want,” Namjoon pants, opening his eyes and looking down at their joint bodies. “Later we can have Sejin drive you home to-to pick up whatever you need.”

"Can you come with us?" 

"Ngh," Namjoon whines. "Su-u-re."

“How about—”

“Shut up already,” Namjoon groans, pulling Jungkook’s head down and crashing their mouths in a kiss.

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When Namjoon’s expensive car rolls down Jungkook’s street he realizes he should’ve thought this better. They step out and Sejin drives away. Jungkook glances at Namjoon nervously.

“I’m on the third floor,” he explains, opening the front door. “There’s no elevator.”

“Cool,” Namjoon answers, looking around casually. 

At least he’s not wearing a sui t, Jungkook thinks, t hat would make him look even more out of place. They make the trek up to Jungkook’s floor quietly. At one point Namjoon pats Jungkook’s butt playfully but Jungkook is too mortified by the paint chipping off the walls to react. When they get to the door Jungkook fumbles with the keypad, not noticing his own distressed scent until Namjoon’s warmth engulfs him, his hands stopping Jungkook’s jittery movements.

“I don’t have to go if you’re not ready,” Namjoon says, rubbing the back of Jungkook’s hands soothingly. 

“Is not that,” Jungkook says, squirming and looking away. “I’m just embarrassed.”

“Of...?”

“My apartment,” Jungkook pouts, scuffing his shoe against the floor. “This is not a very nice neighborhood, and my place is not pretty like yours…”

“Do you think I would judge you?” Namjoon says and Jungkook detects the smallest trace of hurt in his scent.

“No, no like that!” Jungkook says with vehemence, finally looking up. “It’s just…”

Namjoon hums, like something clicked for him.

“Did you know my parents are farmers?” Jungkook makes a confused sound. “Yeah, it’s a bigger place now but I grew up on a tiny strawberry farm in Ilsan,” Namjoon says, smiling down at Jungkook. “they barely made enough to keep us four afloat.”

“Four?”

“My parents, my younger sister and me.”

 Jungkook gasps. “You have a sister!”

“Yeah. We used to run around covered in dirt all the time. We were the picture of those small town kids that never wear shoes. I think I ate worms at some point, just because...” Namjoon laughs at Jungkook’s disgusted face. “I shared a room with my sister until I left for Uni, and when I graduated I slept for a while on Yoongi’s couch. His apartment was a shoe box and we left food out for the rats so they wouldn’t eat through our shoes and clothes.” 

Jungkook snorts, he is marveled, meeting a side of Namjoon he never imagined could exist. 

“The suit I used for my first interview was Jin’s because I didn’t have enough money to rent, much less buy one. And even if I did, how could I protect it from the rats?” Jungkook giggles and Namjoon drops a kiss on his scrunched-up nose. “I’m not a rich, unaware idiot. Well, actually, maybe now I am. But I’m not just that, I know what it’s like to be a struggling student, pup. Don’t worry about it.”

It’s the first time Namjoon calls him pup and it stirs something primitive within Jungkook that makes his skin prickle in a good way. He feels his body softening and his scent blooming around them. It’s almost as good as a scrub, and Namjoon seals the deal when he leans down again to kiss him, this time on the lips. It’s a mostly chaste press of lips, as sweet as Jungkook’s scents.

When Jungkook tries to open the door again his fingers don’t shake and he gets the code right the first time. He steps inside and kicks his shoes off to the side. Namjoon puts his own neatly by the overflowing shoe rack.

Jungkook looks around: the apartment is around the size of Namjoon’s office and fits a kitchen, a tiny living room with a two-seat couch, a TV mounted on the wall, and his bed by the window on the other side of the room. A small hallway between the kitchen and the living room leads to his nesting room and bathroom, both rooms with closed doors and barely enough space for their functions. There’s a dirty dish on the sink, the bed is unmade and clothes litter the couch and bed. It’s not terrible, but is also not the best. To give him credit, Namjoon is not even looking at Jungkook’s lilac boxers carefully folded on the arm of the couch, instead walking straight to the drawing hanging on the well.

“This is nice, where did you get it?”  It's a sea landscape at dusk and it’s all in purples and yellows.

“I painted it.”

Namjoon turns to look at him, mouth gaping.

“You’re an artist?”

“Not really, I just like to draw and paint and sometimes, I don’t sell them or anything.”

Namjoon’s voice is grave and he’s frowning when he answers. “Profit doesn’t define artistry, Jungkook, it’s about the drive to create, not the bills you can pay with it.” 

Jungkook feels like his mom caught him whispering swear words at his brother.

“I’m sorry?”

Namjoon nods and gingerly sits on the couch, looking around curiously. Then he meets Jungkook’s eye. 

“Aren’t you going to get anything?”

“Oh, right.” Jungkook takes the duffle he uses when he visits his parents and starts shoving inside the clean clothes he left on the couch. There’s a mix of Jimin’s Namjoon-approved attire and his own clothes, and when Jungkook picks up a baby blue sweater he thinks about how much things have changed since that day he plotted stealing a succulent. 

“Can you please…?” Jungkook makes a gesture for him to move over. The alpha stands up with a little ‘oh’ , and Jungkook proceeds to pull out a few socks and more underwear from the drawers under his couch. He looks at the contents of his duffle. That looks like enough, he can always wash his clothes somewhere or like… in the shower.

“What is this?” comes Namjoon’s voice and Jungkook's face burns when he turns to look at him. Namjoon is pointing at the checklist still attached to his fridge. “Is this fucking play about me?” 

Jungkook’s brain short circuits so badly that he forgets to be embarrassed.

“You watch Euphoria?”

“No, but I’ve seen the memes.” 

Jungkook gasps noisily, clutching his imaginary pearls. “You know what a meme is?”

“Ha. Ha.” Namjoon deadpans, taking the slip of paper from under the magnet holding it in place and waves it. “This is very thorough.”

Jungkook snatches it back and crumples it, shoving it in his pocket.

“Jimin said a lot of things,” he explains and Namjoon laughs, looking a little too delighted. “I have a lot of notes about your pickiness.”

“Can I see?” Namjoon looks around like the notebook will just pop out and start screaming about Namjoon’s fabric softener preferences|.

“No!” Jungkook squeaks, backing away when Namjoon lunges towards him. It’s a bit of a scuffle, running away in the tiny space of his apartment. Namjoon corners him by the TV, and in his haste to escape, Jungkook trips on air and they both fall on the bed. Namjoon is laughing like a maniac and still trying to pull the list out of Jungkook’s pocket. 

“Back off!” Jungkook yells, pushing him away and Namjoon finally gives up. Laughing too hard to really put up much of a fight. He rolls away from Jungkook and dries tears from his eyes. Then Jungkook remembers. “I need to write the hyungs an apology note.”

“Are you still on that?” Namjoon asks, rising to his elbow so he can look at Jungkook properly.

“Of course I am, it’s embarrassing.” Jungkook crosses his arms, turning away when Namjoon tries to kiss him. Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Everyone noticed.”

Namjoon forces Jungkook’s head closer, kissing whatever skin he can reach. He plants a big, loud kiss right on Jungkook’s ears and he yelps- Namjoon takes advantage of Jungkook turning to scold him and pecks his grimacing lips. 

“If they noticed they don’t care, love, you were with me,” Namjoon says, smiling before kissing him again.

“Okay, conceited much?” Jungkook says, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

“I don’t mean it like that,” Namjoon laughs. “I’m just saying hyung has no right to say anything. I know what he’s done in my home.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches up in disgust. They are both very attractive men but, “Yuck.”

Namjoon laughs again. “Yuck, indeed.” 

Namjoon kisses him again and this time Jungkook relents, deepening the kiss himself. Namjoon hums, his hand leaving Jungkook’s face to trace down his back and squeeze his ass.

“No,” Jungkook says, pushing Namjoon again with narrowed eyes. “Sejin is literally waiting for us.”

Namjoon’s sigh is long-suffering.

“Fine,” he says, like he’s compromising on something incredibly important. “Can I use your bathroom?”

Jungkook nods, and both get up from the bed. Namjoon walks towards the hallway and Jungkook is picking up his school bag again when he hears a door open and his own rich, deep, concentrated omega scent fills the room quickly.

No.

 In a flash he finds Namjoon, frozen in front of the nesting room. Jungkook can tell he wants to go in but it’s fighting himself into being respectful. Jungkook’s instincts go high-wire and he sees red. 

“MINE!” 

He’s loud and unrestrained as he drags Namjoon away, no room for finesse or care. It’s an intense feeling of protect, mine, threat . He feels naked and violated as he pulls the door shut with too much force, the sound rattling something in the kitchen. He turns back to Namjoon, teeth bare and growling aggressively. He charges. Namjoon backs into the wall, palms up in an offering of peace but Jungkook sees an alpha trying to sneak into his nest. He tries to claw at him, feral, and Namjoon catches his hands, pulling Jungkook into an embrace and holding him tight.

Jungkook tries to fight back, to free himself so he can get rid of the threat to his nest. But Namjoon is too big, too strong. The helplessness brings tears to his eyes. He’s weak, he can keep his nest safe. Namjoon is mumbling words into Jungkook’s hair, calming words as his scent, softer and more docile than Jungkook has ever felt it, and the alpha’s submission soothes his aching omega. Jungkook slowly calms down, the rage draining out of him and he stops fighting and stops moving altogether. Namjoon slides them down the wall until he’s sitting on the floor, the omega carefully cradled in his arms.

“Shh…” Namjoon's voice comes from somewhere far away. even when Jungkook can feel his breath against his own skin. “I’m sorry, pup, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook doesn’t want to fight anymore but he can’t stop the tears, the little whimpers, or the way his body shakes.

“Mine,” he cries, fists weakly hitting Namjoon’s chest. “My nest.”

“I know, pup,” Namjoon says. He shushes him, rocking them back and forth.

“No alpha!” Jungkook says, lifting his head. Namjoon nods vehemently.

“I know baby, not alpha. It’s your nest,” He assures Jungkook. “Yours. I’m sorry.”

Slowly Jungkook calms down, hiccuping and sniffling, but no longer driven by instinct. He lets the alpha hug him, and when he rearranges Jungkook’s body on his lap Jungkook goes with it easily, offering his wrists and neck for scenting.

They stay there for so long that Jungkook’s legs go numb but he doesn’t want to move from the alpha’s comforting warmth.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles a while later against Namjoon’s neck. “I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

Namjoon pulls him back, cupping his ace with both hands.

“No, baby.” Namjoon assures him, wiping his teary eyes. “I opened the door to your nesting room, of course you would react.”

“But I didn’t tell you where the bathroom was either,” Jungkook sniffles. “I should’ve been more clear.”

“Let’s settle with the fact that we both made mistakes, okay? There’s no one to blame.”

Jungkook's lower lip wobbles, how did he find someone so kind? Then he sees the pink streaks on Namjoon’s arms, a couple on his necks, and one close to his eye and starts crying again.

“I hurt you!” he sobs, touching Namjoon’s scratches with a careful finger. He scratched alpha deep enough to draw blood. He’s a terrible omega, alpha won’t want him now.

“I’m fine, silly,” Namjoon assures him, smiling softly. 

“But I scratched you,” Jungkook can’t seem to stop the tears from coming. Alpha is going to leave him. He hurt alpha.

“It doesn’t even hurt,” Namjoon says, but winces when Jungkook touches the swollen line above his eyes. “This only means I can make you play nurse and patch me up.” 

He wiggles his eyebrow and Jungkook lets out a watery giggle.

“I can do that.”

“Of course you can,” Namjoon says. “My baby can do anything.”

When Namjoon feels like Jungkook is calm enough, they get up and Namjoon helps Jungkook pack his school bag with all his necessities. When they make it back into the car Sejin turns back in his seat to look Jungkook up and down, alarmed, before glaring at Namjoon.

“I didn’t do anything!” Namjoon whines, but Sejin’s eyes only narrow before he looks at Jungkook for confirmation.

“He didn’t,” Jungkook assures him. Only then the beta turns back and drives them back to Namjoon’s place.

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Namjoon offers Jungkook the guest bedroom and leaves him alone to settle in once they return to his place. When the alpha leaves, Jungkook closes the door quietly and sighs, grateful for Namjoon’s thoughtfulness. Even though he doesn’t want to, he knows he needs a little bit of alone time to stop feeling so high-wired.

Jungkook still feels bad. A true omega’s nest is incredibly private, Jungkook has never invited anyone to his. He thinks the last time he shared a nesting room with someone was with his mom before he came to Seoul. Not even Taehyung or Hoseok have ever seen his nesting room.

The worst and best part is that Namjoon is incredibly understanding. 

It’s a known fact that omega pheromones trigger alphas in less-than-kind ways. The fact that Namjoon didn’t retaliate, didn’t force Jungkook to submit when he lost control, is the greenest of green flags Jungkook has ever seen. He was so kind, so understanding. It’s lovely but it also makes Jungkook feel like shit. He needs to regulate, and the best way to do that is some alone nesting time.

It’s not as large a space as Namjoon’s bedroom but it’s bigger than the average nesting room. A bed, two nightstands, a TV on the wall in front of the bed with a low shelf under it with books and trinkets. Jungkook gets to work. He moves the nightstands out of the way and pushes the bed to the corner by the window. There are not enough pillows, so he quietly sneaks out of the room and goes hunting. He picks a few items from almost every room, especially those that hold his own scent. Fixing the nest feels almost like scratching an itch inside his brain. 

It’s so grounding that Jungkook proceeds to make nests in every single room in Namjoon’s house —except the office where he knows Namjoon is—, using the alpha’s dirty clothes as the base so his scent is all around Jungkook wherever he chooses to nest. When he’s done, he lays Snorlax on the floor by the floor-length windows in Namjoon’s bedroom and throws himself on top of it with a satisfied groan and Namjoon’s shirt in his hands. He wants the alpha scent but it’s not ready to face him again.

“So soft,” Jungook wiggles around until he’s comfortable on top of the giant plush. He yawns and closes his eyes. Only for a second. A cat nap. He’s just emotionally exhausted. Jungkook hooks the fabric over his nose, inhaling cedarwood, and his body relaxes.

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When he blinks awake, stretching lazily. It’s golden hour outside, the air is cold and Jungkook feels agitated. His instincts are no longer angered, but he’s not at ease. Deep inside he yearns to repair what his omega deems broken from the altercation. He needs Namjoon, he needs to be settled by the alpha’s touch, his scent, his approval.

He gets off his Snorlax-shaped nest and pads groggily down the hallway. He sees light filtering under Namjoon’s office door and makes his way there. The alpha sits behind his desk, working on his laptop but looks up when Jungkook approaches.

“Hey,” he smiles, and the dimples quiet something loud in Jungkook’s mind. “Did you sleep well?”

“How did you know I was sleeping?” 

“The bed hair.” Jungkook tries to flatten his hair and Namjoon chuckles. “Do you need anything?” Jungkook shakes his head, hesitates, and nods. “What is it?” 

Jungkook hesitates again, he feels so bashful. Namjoon’s attention makes him warm from the inside and his eyes got Jungkook squirming in place. 

“Baby?”

Jungkook clears his throat. “Are you busy?”

“A little,” Namjoon says, glancing at his screen and Jungkook’s stomach drops. “Trial is in a month. But I can always make time for you.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I don’t want to disturb you.”

“Come here,” Namjoon says, gesturing him over and Jungkook goes, unable to resist. When he reaches the desk, Namjoon turns in the chair so Jungkook can stand between his legs and holds him by the waist. “Tell me.”

“I want to nest, but I don’t want to disrupt you.” Jungkook knows he’s speaking in pout, and he knows how powerful his pout is, but he can help it. He feels young, and small, in need of reassurance.

“Let’s compromise then,” Namjoon whispers. “You can sit on my lap, and when I’m done we can go make a nest.”

“I already made nests.” Jungkook says while Namjoon guides him to straddle his lap.

“Nest s ?” Namjoon asks, emphasizing the plural and only there it occurs to Jungkook that he made a bit of a mess.

“I—umh… I may have made several nests around the house?” 

Namjoon’s lips quirk up.

“How many is several ?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook mumbles an answer. “What?” 

Jungkook mumbles again and Namjoon laughs. 

“Speak up or I’m going to go count them myself.”

“Four,” Jungkook says, “in the gym, your reading room, your bedroom and the living room.” 

Namjoon hums. 

“I’m sorry I made a mess,” Jungkook says, wriggling his fingers.

“It’s fine,” Namjoon says, putting his hand on top of Jungkook’s to stop him. “Whatever you want, baby, especially today. Whatever you need.” 

Jungkook feels a deep and violent rush of affection and lunges forward, burying his hed in Namjoon’s shoulder, which only makes him chuckle above Jungkook’s head.

“Are you comfy?” he asks, and Jungkook wiggles around a little until he is. His arms around Namjoon’s neck and his nose against the alpha’s scent gland. Namjoon’s chin on his shoulders and his arms reaching for his laptop around Jungkook’s back.

Sitting like this, Namjoon’s scent is intoxicating. Jungkook nuzzles into his neck and Namjoon hums, the soft click-clack of the laptop’s keyboards lulling Jungkook into a lethargic limbo. He plays mindlessly with Namjoon’s hair, drowsily rubbing his face against the alpha’s skin. It’s good, it’s comforting and comfortable, but doesn’t quite address the longing pulling at Jungkook’s insides. He tries to get closer, rub harder, he needs Namjoon’s scent deeper in him. He bites down on Namjoon’s shoulder, frustrated and the alpha jumps.

“Baby,” Namjoon warns. Jungkook lets go of the skin, mumbling a half-hearted apology.

He tries to stay still and let Namjoon work, but he has to readjust his posture every few minutes, seemingly unable to find a comfortable position.

“Careful,” Namjoon says a little later, squeezing Jungkook’s ankle. Only then he realizes how he’s licking Namjoon’s neck, his hips grinding on the alpha’s. He can feel the shape of Namjoon against his core. Jungkook pulls back and huffs when he hits his back on the edge of Namjoon’s table.

“Sorry.”

Jungkook shakes his head looking at Namjoon with a frown, this isn’t right . He starts to wiggle back and Namjoon promptly rolls the chair until Jungkook can stand up. His body is weak, and Namjoon leans him back against the desk to keep him straight. Jungkook has a hard time focusing his gaze on the alpha, even has a hard time coming up with words.

“What is it? What do you need?”

Jungkook pulls at the string of Namjoon’s hoodie.

“Do you want it?” Jungkook nods, and Namjoon takes it off without hesitation. Jungkook strips his shirt and puts on Namjoon’s hoodie. A little better, his scent is richer like this, Jungkook can almost feel it sticking to his skin. 

“Is that it?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook bites his lip. He looks down at his jeans-covered legs and feels awfully uncomfortable. “Do you want to take them off?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook nods. “Want me to help?” 

Jungkook’s heart flutters, yes. God, yes . He wants to be touched.

“Please.”

Namjoon leans forward, undoing Jungkook jeans and slipping them down his legs. When he lifts one foot the scent of his slick blooms around them. Namjoon pauses, taking a deep breath before helping Jungkook take his other leg out. He throws the jeans to the side and his hands find Jungkook’s ankles, slowly making his way up Jungkook’s legs until he reaches the waistband of his underwear, the shape of his hard little cock visible under the fabric.

“This too?” Namjoon asks, voice soft. Jungkook nods and Namjoon pulls them down slowly, face teasingly close to Jungkook’s pelvis. He doesn’t do anything, but his scent deepens and the now visible shape in his sweats is evidence enough.

“What else?” he says after clearing his throat.

“This is enough,” Jungkook says gently pushing Namjoon to lay back against the chair so he can climb into Namjoon’s lap again. He carefully settles over the alpha’s cock. It twitches against his cunt, his little dick pressed between their bodies. Jungkook’s eyes close when Namjoon rolls his chair forward and that pushes them harder together. 

“Good?”

Jungkook hums, content, his tongue immediately returning to Namjoon’s neck. This time Namjoon’s arms are above his, so Jungkook is free to push his hands under Namjoon’s shirt, touching as much smooth, warm skin as he wants. 

Namjoon resumes tapping on his keyboard, and the sound, rhythmic and quiet, drags Jungkook deeper into his headspace. His thought process is woozy, but he knows how good it feels to be like this with alpha. How rubbing against him sends sparks of pleasure up his spine, little staccato exhales falling from his lips. Namjoon is calm, letting himself be used. He occasionally strokes Jungkook’s back and hair, or kisses his shoulder, he just makes sure to be what Jungkook needs him to be. Available. His hardening member and compelling scent slowly unravel Jungkook’s body, and after a while every shift of his hips comes accompanied by a wet sound. He wants more but it’s Namjoon who breaks first. He leans his head against the chair, breathing labored.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, grabbing Jungkook’s thighs. “Do you want to, mmhh, keep me warm?”

Before Namjoon finishes his sentence Jungkook is moving, clumsily pulling Namjoon’s cock out of his pants, he’s already sloppy with slick and Jungkook can only imagine how wet he is. He rises on his knees, angling the tip and slowly sinks down, taking just the head.

“Yes,” he breathes. This is exactly what Jungkook needed, what his body has been asking for. To be claimed and marked from within.

It doesn’t matter how wet he is, it’s still a tight fit. Jungkook slowly works himself down, keeping unsteady eye contact with Namjoon as he takes him inch by inch. His skin breaks into goosebumps when his ass finally settles on the alpha’s lap.

Namjoon tries to go back to his work, but his tapping is spaced out and sporadic. Little bursts of activity here and there. Jungkook behaves, gingerly sitting, focusing on the way Namjoon’s length splits him open. Slowly his body relaxes, even the burning pleasure of fucking himself on the alpha’s cock becomes a simmering warmth in his lower belly. He tightens his hold around Namjoon, content, softly purring against his sweaty neck.

It’s a sluggish feeling, he can tell he’s falling asleep. When his legs completely relax Namjoon’s cock into him the rest of the way, and the movement wakes him up, igniting his need once more. He begins to slowly move his hips, a torturous back and forth grind that makes Namjoon rub deliciously against his walls, his little cock getting just enough stimulation under Namjoon’s hoodie, trapped between them.

Jungkook is waiting for a warning noise, a squeeze telling him to stop, but it never comes. He starts kissing Namjoon’s shoulder, making a path of saliva up his neck and jaw until he reaches his mouth. Jungkook grabs him by the chin and kisses him languidly, his hungry tongue licking into Namjoon’s mouth.

Namjoon grabs his waist but there’s no pressure, no urgency. He seems to know what Jungkook wants and lets him take what he needs. He keeps his pace slow and smooth. It’s a delicate pleasure that builds between them and Jungkook lets it simmer, a steady climb with no rush for the finish line. His legs start to burn but he doesn’t dare to break pace, the peak right there. Wet, filthy sounds of kissing and fucking the only company to their panting breaths.

“Close,” Namjoon warns and Jungkook whines.

“Come in me,” he breathes. “Fill me up, please.”

Namjoon only groans, his cock twitching deep inside Jungkook. The omega keeps moving and Namjoon whispers praises into his mouth.

“Warmest pussy,” he whispers, “tightest hole I’ve ever had… You make me feel so good, baby, gonna fill you up so good. You’re so good”

Jungkook's face contorts when his cock starts to spurt, untouched, he clenches, spasming. his orgasm exploding all over his body at once. And then Namjoon is coming, painting Jungkook his and the omega mewls, long and drawn out. Yes, yes, this is what he needs . He feels the alpha’s knot brushing his entrance and then Namjoon’s hand wraps around it, trying to keep it out.

“No, no, no,” Jungkook cries. Trying to bat Namjoon’s hand away from his cock.

“Knot me,” he begs. “Knot me, alpha, please.”

Namjoon curses. Taking control for the first time, holding Jungkook in place and trusting him until his knot slips inside. Jungkook cries out, throwing his head back, eyes unseeing and wide.

“So full,” he moans. “So good.”

“Mine,” Namjoon grunts, hips twitching as he empties into Jungkook, his knot expanding until it burns, locking them together.

“Yours,” Jungkook says. Body taut from the stretch of Namjoon’s knot and still reeling from his own peak- He looks down, lifting his hoodie and can see how the warm dripping into him is distending his belly until he’s full to the brim.

They kiss and kiss until Jungkook can breathe. His body slumping against Namjoon’s chest. Spent and satisfied. They stay like that, embracing each other, no more words needed, and only move when Namjoon’s knot starts to deflate and come and slick trickles out of Jungkook. 

After, Namjoon carries him to the bathroom, and they shower together. The alpha takes care of him with the softest hands and gentlest words. He orders them dinner and feeds Jungkook in his bed, music playing at a low volume from his TV.

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They start a funny dynamic, where they pretend like they can work in the same space without ending up fucking on whichever surface is available. It goes like this:

Namjoon sits down in his office to work and Jungkook finds a comfortable spot on the couch or makes a nest close to the window and settles in with his sparkling, gorgeous, spaceship of a laptop. Then Namjoon asks him how everything is going with the computer and Jungkook gushes about how fast it is and offers to show Namjoon what he’s working on. Jungkook keeps rambling, excited when the alpha sits with him but doesn’t notice how Namjoon only half listens, humming when it’s appropriate, too distracted by Jungkook’s happy scent. Then he starts playing with the hairs falling out of Jungkook’s ponytail, eyes drifting to the way the omega plays with his lip rings while he thinks. 

So, one second Jungkook is showing Namjoon how to work with his editing software, and the next he’s lying on his back, knees to his ears, crying from overstimulation while Namjoon’s mouth just keeps making him come.

Or Namjoon is pacing around the kitchen while on the phone, scent burnt and acidic with anger. It’s kinda hot , Jungkook thinks, looking away from his Switch (gifted by the alpha because ‘he just felt like it’) to follow Namjoon’s path around the kitchen aisle, he’s so imposing and professional . 

Jungkook ends up on his knees, mouth stuffed full and trying not to make noises because Namjoon still talking on the phone. And as soon as the call is over he’s bent over the kitchen counter, holding on for dear life, Namjoon saying the filthiest, most degrading, and delicious things Jungkook never knew he wanted to hear.

The day after that they don’t even pretend, spending half of it in bed, only getting up to eat and shower when Jungkook remembers he has a video call meeting with his team to review the editing process of their film. Still, they sit side by side on Namjoon’s desk, like that first time weeks ago, Namjoon just out of frame for the call. He doesn’t get too carried away, but his hand never leaves Jungkook’s thigh.

“I have to go to the office tomorrow,” Namjoon says on Thursday evening.

He’s sitting on the couch, Jungkook sitting between his legs and on the Snorlax occupying all the available flooring in Namjoon’s sunken living room, a plate of fruit on the couch seat by Namjoon’s head. The alpha had been understandably exasperated when Jungkook wanted to bring him out, but relented nonetheless, pushing the coffee table to the corner, under his fish wind chime, to make room.

“Can’t you video call?” Jungkook asks, pausing their show and looking up at the alpha with a pout. 

Namjoon sighs, eating a strawberry before answering.

“This client is… particular about her case,” he says, picking another strawberry and feeding it to Jungkook when he whines. “She doesn’t like to do much over the phone.”

“Sounds guilty,” Jungkook jokes but Namjoon looks slightly uneasy, so he sits up, kissing the inside of the alpha’s wrist before lacing their fingers together. “Can I come with?”

Namjoon hesitates and Jungkook pouts harder.

“If you promise to stay in my office when I go meet her, sure.” He ends up saying.

Jungkook nods vehemently, feeling a special type of blissful. Namjoon is letting Jungkook to his workplace. It feels important, almost official. A little shaken by Namjoon's easy acceptance Jungkook shifts, kneels on Snorlax and tackles the alpha, hugging him tightly and burying his face in his neck. 

“Uff,” Namjoon breathes, arms immediately coming around Jungkook. “What happened?” 

He laughs. Jungkook sniffles, overwhelmed with fondness and… something else, something deeper.

“Nothing,” he says, and his voice wobbles.

“Hey,” Namjoon presses, confused, trying to pry Jungkook away from him. “What is it?” 

He finally manages to push Jungkook at arm’s length to look at his face, but the omega avoids him, hunching on himself like a turtle. “Pup, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook blinks quickly but when he meets Namjoon’s eyes his are still a bit watery.

“Nothing,” he says again, a shaky laugh covering his embarrassment. “I think my heat it’s close, that’s all.”

“Oh…” Namjoon blinks, and Jungkook chuckles when his scent spikes with interest. “How close?”

“A few weeks.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” Namjoon asks, always polite but Jungkook can smell right through it and is ready to use it as a distraction.

“Mhm,” he offers, feigning uninterest. He pulls Namjoon in by the shoulder, kissing him insistently. At first, he resists, but when Jungkook reaches for his nipples, climbing into his lap, he gives in, kissing back just as messily.

They make quick work of their pants, and Namjoon manhandles Jungkook until he’s leaning on his side, Namjoon warm and hard behind him. He grabs Jungkook by the hair, angling his head so his neck and glands are completely exposed. He pours over the spot with attention, his free hand roaming Jungkook’s body, grabbing handfuls of leg before lifting the top one and hooking it over his own thigh, making Jungkook lean against him, open wide. The cool air on his already soaked skin makes him whine.

Like this he can’t do much, barely pull one arm back to try and drag Namjoon into a kiss that the alpha rejects.

“Be still, baby,” he instructs, sucking a bruise close to Jungkook’s shoulder. “let me take care of you.” His warm breath and hushed voice make Jungkook practically melt, his body going soft and pliant.

Namjoon trails his fingers from Jungkook’s knee to his groin, tracing them lightly over the dip where leg meets core. Jungkook shivers, a little embarrassed when he realizes he’s dripping so much slick that his inner thighs are messy with it. Namjoon hums and his scent blooms, pleased. He takes his cock and Jungkook’s breath catches but Namjoon only lets it rest, heavy, in Jungkook’s bottom leg.

“Please,” he whines, and Namjoon laughs, a little cruel, in his ear.

“Patience,” is all he says. 

His fingers trace Jungkook’s damp skin. He tickles his southern lips, and teases his perineum before coming up, drawing the shape of his hard little cock. Jungkook’s hips buckle without his permission and Namjoon delivers a hard slap to Jungkook’s inner thigh that makes his eyes water. 

“Be still.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook pants, eyes scrunched shut. It’s a barely there touch, Namjoon is playing tease and Jungkook is falling for it, his attention completely focused on the crumbs of stimuli Namjoon gives him, shivering and whimpering with every little touch. When his finger finds Jungkook's ass, pressing firmly over the tight rim, he gasps, eyes snapping open.

“Nggh,” he moans, unsure of what he even wants to say, Namjoon's fingers circling his hole slowly.

“I’m gonna fuck you here one day,” Namjoon promises, breaching the muscles with the tip of one finger. Jungkook squirms, unused to the intrusion. 

“Not today, don’t worry,” he continues, misreading Jungkook's eagerness as discomfort. “It would take a while to get you ready for my cock.”

“Full of ourselves, aren’t we?” Jungkook says, gritting his teeth to prevent more noises from escaping as Namjoon moves his finger in short little thrusts. The alpha laughs, pulling his finger out and sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook makes a face. “That’s nasty.”

Namjoon shrugs, finger leaving his mouth with a pop. 

“It’s you.”

Jungkook is about to retort but Namjoon's hands find his pussy, ramming three fingers in as deep as they go and fucking him viciously.

“Fuck!” Jungkook cries, holding on to the couch, his entire body shaking with the strength of Namjoon’s thrust. Just as quickly he takes his finger out. 

“No…” Jungkook groans, huffing in annoyance as Namjoon licks the slick dripping from his finger. Jungkook moves to touch himself, but Namjoon catches his hand, pulling it over until he traps it with the arm under Jungkook’s head. He slaps Jungkook’s inner thigh again, making him yelp.

“I said stay still,” he grunts. 

He goes back to teasing. Featherily touches and barely there stimulation that makes Jungkook hyperaware of everything the alpha does. Soon he realizes his dripping obscenely into his ass thigh, the wetness running down his skin and into the suede couch underneath. Namjoon seems amused, playing with it, smearing it all over Jungkook’s legs, his cunt, his nipples. Using it to stroke both of their cocks in turn. Jungkook begins to relax, feeling almost sleepy, still whimpering and shaking whenever Namjoon touches him directly but falling into that cloudy limbo that only Namjoon can get him to.

“Baby?” he asks, and Jungkook hums, too under to speak properly or open his eyes. Namjoon kisses his cheek and Jungkook smiles, leaning into it. “I think you are getting too sleepy.”

That’s all the warning he gets before Namjoon fucks half of his cock inside. Jungkook gasps, he can’t breathe but his rigid body doesn’t stop Namjoon, his hand presses into Jungkook’s belly, keeping him in place as he slowly thrusts the rest inside.

“I hate you,” Jungkook grunts, forcing himself to relax around the thickness.

“Want me to stop?” Namjoon whispers. “Should I pull out?”

“No…” Jungkook whines.

“Then breathe,” Namjoon suggests, caressing Jungkook’s upper shaking leg. “Breathe baby.” 

He stops moving and Jungkook whines again, needing more. Namjoon touches him all over while Jungkook remembers how to get oxygen into his lungs. His eyes flutter closed when Namjoon’s hands go to his chest playing with his nipples. Jungkook exhales shakily and Namjoon kisses his neck in approval. 

“Just like that, very good.” 

The alpha licks over his scent gland and Jungkook’s eyes roll back into his head, his body relaxing. Namjoon sighs, pulling out slowly.

“Oh God,” Jungkook cries, the hand over his head squeezing Namjoon’s fingers.

“Yeah,” Namjoon groans, licking the sweat off Jungkook’s neck. “Good?”

“So good.” 

Jungkook wants to cry. He’s so full, so wet, the slow slide of Namjoon’s cock in his sensitive cunt is overwhelming, pleasure sparking inside of him, making Jungkook’s body tingle to his toes, the little hairs on his arms standing on end. Namjoon is breathing through his mouth, warm breath washing over Jungkook’s skin. His sounds and reactions only fuel the omega’s desire.

One of his favorite things about Namjoon is that he’s not one of those quiet people in bed. The alpha grunts, and moans, and talks Jungkook into his orgasms. He has never felt so wanted or satisfied.

When Jungkook gets used to him Namjoon begins to move faster, hips snapping quickly against Jungkook’s ass. The room drowns in the sounds of their fucking, the wet squelching of Namjoon’s cock sinking in soppy heat, his hips slapping Jungkook’s ass, their panting breaths. At one point their wet skin makes a fart noise and they both dissolve into giggles. It’s intense but it’s also fun and comfortable and even though Namjoon pushes Jungkook’s limits he’s not afraid the alpha would ever cross them.

Namjoon takes his time, thrusting into Jungkook for what seems like hours, he changes pace and strength going from gentle, slow pushes that have Jungkook gasping into a shuddering orgasm or fucking hard and fast, barely letting Jungkook breath, his cock not leaving his cunt for too long and one hand big hand around his little dick, making Jungkook shake. 

“Too much, please, too much.” 

Namjoon only comes when Jungkook’s cunt is used red and raw, cock held away from his hole to paint his skin white.

In the aftermath, lying boneless on the couch while Namjoon goes to get them wet towels Jungkook meets eyes with the back of Snorlax's head, glad that they put him facing down.

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The next morning Namjoon wakes him up at an ungodly hour and Jungkook questions all his life choices until he sees the alpha emerging from his walk-in closet wearing a three-piece suit, hair smartly slick to one. Yep, he made the best life choices.

“You need to get up if you want to come, sweets,” Namjoon says, busy putting on his watch. “We should leave soon.”

Jungkook rolls away from Namjoon, stretching his body and getting so tense that he shakes a little, groaning from the effort. He yelps when Namjoon slaps him in the ass.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he whines, pushing the rest of the covers off him.

“You always do,” Namjoon smiles at him, lascivious, and Jungkook jumps away when Namjoon tries to grab him.

“Go away! It still hurts,” Jungkook says, scurrying into the bathroom. Namjoon follows after him, pouting.

“Really? Was it too much?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, smiling as he takes off his sleeping pants. 

“I like it, Namjoon-ssi, I just want to shower by myself.” Jungkook misses Namjoon’s answer when he turns on the shower. 

Jungkook experiences a minor setback when he realizes that he didn’t bring anything fancy, but Namjoon assures him he looks fine in his combo of sky blue sweater, jeans, and black sneakers.

A couple of hours later they are making their way to a large, very fancy-looking building. Jungkook feels a little out of place and holds the strip of his old, discolored bag tightly, but Namjoon doesn’t even hesitate, nodding his greetings to the security guard that holds the door open for them, and scanning his ID on the elevator. Jungkook almost sighs in relief when the doors start to close and there’s only them inside, until a hand slips in, waving over the censor until they open back up. Namjoon's irritated scent quickly fills the small space and Jungkook thinks how odd it is that he doesn’t wear blockers for work.

Then the person holding the door trips over his own feet, when he sees, or rather smells, Namjoon. 

“M-Mr. Kim, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—” he fumbles his words, bowing repeatedly, hand still over the sensor. 

“Just get in,” Namjoon says, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The man practically throws himself inside the elevator. He stands looking forward, with his back to Namjoon and Jungkook. When the couple makes eye contact the alpha winks. Jungkook suppresses a smile as best as he can. There’s something incredibly satisfying in getting to be the one that brings out and sees Namjoon’s playful side. It is also something he’s not used to, to see Namjoon go all out and embody his subgender.

Jungkook is pretty sure Namjoon’s buffet occupies half of the entire floor. It’s an open plan full of cubicles and smartly dressed people milling around, steps full of purpose. A ring of offices and what looks like meeting rooms takes up the farthest walls and all the windows.

Jungkook marvels at how everyone is deferent and extremely respectful towards Namjoon, so much so that most of them look scared scurrying away wherever the alpha sets foot. Jungkook understands the feeling, glad that he’s past it. But he cannot deny that is extremely attractive seeing him be intimidating, towering over everyone, and not only because of his height. 

Jungkook can also feel how people eye him curiously, whispering when they believe Namjoon is not looking. It makes him extremely self-conscious of the way he walks, for some reason, but at the same time he feels a swell of pride because Namjoon is sort of parading him around, and if Jungkook knows something is how to make himself look good, so he makes sure to keep his back straight and chin high, not shying away from those that make eye contact with him. They walk into a corner office and Namjoon closes the door behind them.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, pulling Jungkook in for a quick hug and sniffing his head. 

Jungkook nods, and Namjoon smiles. That reminds Jungkook that he didn’t know Namjoon had dimples until a couple of sessions in. Maybe the people in this office don’t know how deep Namjoon’s dimples are, or how bad of a dancer he is, how he laughs like he choking on the sound; and that thought is somehow comforting. None of these people know the Kim Namjoon Jungkook knows, that’s just for him.

Jungkook settles on the L couch by the window, and Namjoon gets him a bottle of water from the minifridge and a bag of, unsurprisingly, cheeseballs. Jungkook chuckles when Namjoon hands it over.

“They are everywhere,” the alpha comments, shaking his head. “I don’t even know.”

They settle in their respective corners and start to work in silence. Every once in a while, Jungkook looks up at Namjoon who works away with tight lips, a small frown on his face, and his black-framed glasses slowly sliding down his nose. After a while, a young woman walks in.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim,” she says, going for cheerful, but Jungkook can see the nervousness on her smile. He also recognizes her voice from some of Namjoon’s work calls during the week.

“You are late, Eunji,” the alpha says, looking at her over his glasses. “Again.”

Eunji squirms and Jungkook is pretty sure that he would've cried in her position.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim,” she says, bowing deeply. “My babysitter canceled at the last minute and I had to take May to my mother’s place.”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything, fixing her with a blank stare, and letting her squirm in place. Jungkook is equal parts amused and outraged to recognize his reaction to Namjoon’s intimidation tactics on someone else.

“You can bring her here,” Namjoon finally says. “We have a daycare for that reason.”

“They said I couldn’t, sir.” The woman says, glancing at Jungkook, who pretends to not be listening in. “Since I’m in my test month.”

“Tell them I told you to bring her, and if they have anything to say they can call me.”

 If Jungkook hadn’t seen Namjoon burn himself trying to make instant ramen the day before, he might have been scared. 

“How’s the schedule?”

Eunji hurries to open the tablet in her hand and they proceed to go over what Namjoon must do for the day. Jungkook tunes them out, it all sounds boring and lawyery. When they are done Namjoon gives her some instructions and she walks out briskly.

“You’re mean,” Jungkook says when he’s sure Eunji is out of earshot.

Namjoon shrugs. “It’s work.”

“Do you make all your employees have a month-long trial period?”

Namjoon lips quirk up. 

“Only the brats, Eunji’s is three months.”

“Poor girl,” Jungkook laments.

“She’s doing pretty well,” Namjoon says, sounding surprised. “except she’s always late. Reminds me of Jimin.”

“Did Jimin arrive late to your sessions?”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “Every single one of them. I don’t think Jimin was on time for his own birth.”

Jungkook laughs. “Then why did you hire him?”

“He wasn’t afraid of me,” Namjoon explains.

That makes Jungkook wonder.

“I was.”

“Nor really,” Namjoon says, looking at Jungkook with soft eyes. “You were anxious about a new experience, if you were afraid of me you would’ve not pulled that stunt outside the coffee shop.”

Jungkook groans. 

“You need to let that go.”

“Never.” Jungkook tosses him a paper ball and Namjoon fails spectacularly at catching it.

“You are very good at reading people,” Jungkook says, and Namjoon's smile wavers.

“I don’t know about that.”

They settle into a comfortable silence and work quietly for a few hours until Eunji walks in.

“Mrs. Kang is waiting for you in room 3, sir.”

“Thanks, Eunji.” Says, “I need you to take notes in the meeting for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Namjoon waits for her to leave to collect his things. He walks over to Jungkook, who perks up when he approaches. He kisses him on the lips.

“Stay here until I come back, okay?” 

Jungkook nods. Namjoon kisses him again and walks away.

He is gone for what feels like forever. 

Jungkook thought it would be an hour, two, maybe three hours top. But it’s nearing 3:00 pm, Jungkook’s stomach is rumbling, and the alpha shows no sign of coming back. Maybe he can just step out real quick for something to eat, and get Namjoon lunch too. The alpha told him to wait there. Jungkook rolls his eyes, putting his laptop on the sofa and making sure his wallet is in his pocket. He’ll go, at most, down the street to the salad place he saw when they walked in, what’s the worst that could happen?

Jungkook makes his way out of the office, aware of the not-so-subtle looks people are sending him. He gets to the salad place in a matter of minutes but takes his time looking at the menu and getting everything he thinks Namjoon would like. It’s a little expensive but he just got his first pay from Namjoon’s sessions, which is more than enough.

He’s happy, glad to be able to provide for Namjoon for once. He feels a little selfish sometimes, letting Namjoon do so much for him, but the alpha seems to enjoy pampering Jungkook almost more than Jungkook enjoys being taken care of. It’s probably something to talk about if they ever date… When they date? Jungkook flushes, smiling by himself like a crazy person as he waits for the food.

A waiter comes with his bags and Jungkook pockets his phone. Taehyung sent him a video of Hoseok dancing with Ye0tan and Jimin texted him for the fourth time that week to remind him that he’s still waiting for Jungkook’s explanation about Namjoon suddenly showing up at their workplace. That’s a conversation for future Jungkook to have. He thanks the waiter and takes the two big paper bags, balancing them in his arms carefully.

Now, in front of the elevator, he realizes his mistake. 

Jungkook was lucky to go down with other people, but Namjoon used his work ID to mark their floor in the elevator panel and Jungkook clearly didn’t have one of those. He still pushes the button, to try at least, but nothing happens. Jungkook looks around and the lobby is empty, maybe he can ask the doorman for help? Before Jungkook steps off the elevator a woman comes inside, crowding his space and making him back away.

“Do you need help, sugar?”

Jungkook looks at the woman, trying not to make a face at how potent her scent is. She’s tall and slender,  wearing a tan pantsuit and smiling at him with a steaming coffee in her hand. Where did she come from?

“Uhm…”

“Are you going up? Want me to call it for you?” she asks and Jungkook nods. 

“What floor?”

“21st, please.”

“What a coincidence, me too.” Maybe Jungkook is seeing things, but he thinks her smile turns a little predatory when the elevator doors start to close. Her scent takes over the entire space in seconds. It’s an acrid smell, so empowering it burns Jungkook’s nostrils.

She steps back from pressing her guest ID against the reader.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums, not too inclined to answer but not wanting to be rude to someone who’s helping him.

“Great. You’re an omega right?”

The casualness of her tone throws Jungkook off, that’s not something you just ask a stranger.

“You are so cute, I figure you were.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook smiles, lips tight, leaning into the corner farthest away from her. 

They stand in silence. Jungkook looks around, messing with the bags in his arms to keep himself busy, pretending not to notice the way the alpha, because of course she’s an alpha, eyes him up and down. 

The elevator doors ding open on a random floor, and someone else comes in. Another alpha. Jungkook feels discomfort creeping up on his spine. The woman steps closer to Jungkook under the guise of making space for the newcomer, the perfect smile still on her lips. Fucking great.

“Are you delivering something?” she asks.

“Yes,” Jungkook lies. Telling the truth feels like tainting his bond with Namjoon.

“Must be hard, a job like that.” She muses, leaning against the back wall, which inches her closer to Jungkook.

“Why?” he asks, trying to subtlety move away from her.

The alpha in front of them glances back, making eye contact with Jungkook before he turns back around.

“For someone like you, I mean,” she explains. “It’s a shame your subgender is forced to work and stress yourself. You are meant to be at home, nesting and taking care of your pack.” She leans in like she’s about to share a secret with him. “At least that’s what my omegas would enjoy.” 

She winks as she pulls back, her hands brushing Jungkook’s hip. He’s all kinds of disgusting, but he already knows the other alpha won’t be of help.

“That’s the beauty of the XXI century,” Jungkook laughs awkwardly, moving away as politely as he can. “We get to choose.”

“I guess it is,” she laughs.

The doors open and a few people get in, thankfully. Jungkook looks at the little panel above the door. 10th floor, at least they’re not alone now. 

She doesn’t speak anymore but moves closer to Jungkook. When more people climb in on different floors they shuffle around and Jungkook, on his haste to get away from the alpha makes the mistake of leaving enough space that she sneaks in behind him, her chest now pressed to Jungkook’s back.

For fuck’s sake. 

She doesn’t actively touch him, but Jungkook feels her breath on the back of his head and he’s pretty sure she sniffs his head. Jungkook grips the bags in his hands and grits his teeth, willing the elevator to move faster.

Eventually, they make it to the 21st floor and Jungkook scurries away. He walks briskly, not looking back when the woman calls a “see you around, sugar” behind him. 

He walks past Eunji’s desk and into Namjoon’s office. The alpha is still not there. Jungkook leaves the bags on the desk and walks out again, timidly approaching Eunji’s desk.

“Excuse me?” Eunji looks up from the stacks of papers she’s ruffling through. “Where is Namjoon-ssi?”

“I’m not sure. They finished a few minutes ago and Mr. Kim kind of stormed out” Eunji winces. “But if you need anything maybe I could help?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just hungry,” Jungkook laughs. 

“He should be back soon.” Eunji smiles. 

Jungkook walks inside again and closes the door to Namjoon’s office. He moves the bags of food, absentmindedly arranging the containers on the coffee table in front of the sofa he was working on. 

He still feels creeped out by the alpha on the elevator and hopes Namjoon’s scent helps him settle a little, but his head is mostly running laps around what she said. That’s kind of what he’s doing, isn’t it? Jungkook kneels on the floor as he arranges the dishes. He couldn’t even pretend to get the job for a few months, he hopped on the dick of the first rich alpha he met.

Jungkook pauses, a small container of soybean sauce in his hands. Even now, his job is nesting and taking care of an alpha. Fuck. This is supposed to be a temporary thing, just to have some savings before he starts working on something more creative, related to his major. He wants to work in film.

He sets the soybean sauce down and sits on his crossed feet. 

Does Namjoon think the same as that woman? He seems to be very supportive but what if he wants Jungkook to be a stay-at-home omega? What if he’s not okay with Jungkook’s work as a scenter? He’s not going to quit his job for an alpha, no matter how fat his knot is.

Jungkook huffs, what-the-fuck-ever, is not like they are even dating to begin with. Namjoon might as well be one of those alphas that never wants to mate, and—

“Sugar, what a surprise!” Jungkook startles and turns to the door, feeling dread as the female alpha walks into the office.

“What are you doing here?” Jungkook asks, not even pretending to be polite anymore.

“Don’t be impolite, omega,” the alpha smiles, but there’s a bite in his tone that wasn’t there before. “This is my lawyer's office,” no way, “why are you here?”

Jungkook hesitates, caught. The alpha raises an eyebrow.

“Di you lie to me, sugar?” She approaches him slowly and Jungkook quickly stands up, not very keen on the submissive position on his knees. “Or are you here to deliver something else?” 

She laughs and Jungkook wants to punch her so badly...

“Excuse me?” Jungkook feels his skin burn, this subgenderist piece of—

“It’s a joke, omega, you’re supposed to laugh.”

“I’ll laugh when it’s funny” Jungkook deadpans, crossing his arms in front of his chest. She stops in front of him, too close to be proper, but he’s not going to back away this time.

“Feisty,” she muses. “Breeders like you deserve a firm hand to keep them in line.”

“Mrs. Kang,” comes Namjoon’s voice, loud and commanding. “Our meeting ended a while ago.”

Jungkook takes the chance when she turns to face Namjoon and moves to the other side of the table, needing as much distance from the woman as he can get.

“Namjoon-ssi, I came to bring you this.”

Kang pulls out a flash drive from her pocket and hands it to Namjoon.

“Thanks,” he says, curtly.

There’s a minute of silence in which Namjoon’s scent gets muskier and muskier, burning distaste, while Mrs. Kangs looks from Namjoon to Jungkook and back to the alpha with an amused smile.

“I’ll get going then,” the woman says, and Jungkook hates how much she seems to enjoy the tension in the room. 

“If you get tired of that one, send him my way,” she says, “I can teach him a few things.” 

“Goodbye, Mrs. Kang,” Namjoon practically closes the door in her face.

Jungkook stays where he is, looking at the floor. He feels annoyed, embarrassed, and stupidly vulnerable. Namjoon goes to his desk, souring the air around them.

“Get your things, we’re leaving.”

“I got us lunch.” Jungkook hates how weak his voice comes out.

Namjoon shakes his head, haphazardly shoving papers into his bag.

“We’ll eat at my place, let’s go.”

Jungkook’s shame becomes annoyance that quickly shifts into anger and hurt at Namjoon’s dismissal.

“Whatever,” he mutters, forcefully packing the bags again while Namjoon calls Sejin.

When they are done Namjoon picks up Jungkook’s bag so the omega can carry their food. He makes Jungkook walk out first, a guiding hand on the back of his neck. Jungkook suppresses his humiliated scent as they walk the office open space, pretending he can’t see the people glancing at them and whispering among themselves. They don’t speak in the elevator or the car, and Sejin doesn’t say a word either. 

Once they get inside the apartment Jungkook wants to throw the food away, just for the drama but he’s not going to waste his money, so he stuff the bags in the fridge and slams the door shut, glad it’s contents rattle with the force. When he turns Namjoon is standing a few feet away, looking at him with his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised. Jungkook suddenly feels like a misbehaved teenager and is acutely aware of just how much older, adult, Namjoon is.

“What?”

“I asked you to stay in my fucking office, Jungkook,” Namjoon says, jaw clenching when Jungkook rolls his eyes. “It’s literally the only thing I asked you to do.”

“She came into your office,” Jungkook argues raising his voice. “What do you want me to do? Hide under your desk?”

“I didn’t want you to be alone with her,” Namjoon says, taking another step forward. “If you didn’t leave I wouldn’t have been looking for you all over the fucking office and you wouldn’t have been alone when she came.”

“It’s not like I was in danger, for fuck’s sake,” Jungkook scoffed, “it’s an office full of people.”

Namjoon just looks at Jungkook and the omega has never seen him this angry.

“I was trying to avoid you meeting a trashy alpha but do whatever you want, be my guest!” Namjoon pushes through gritted teeth.

Jungkook understands where the alpha is coming from, he does. But he’s upset and angry and embarrassed and doesn’t want to back out or admit he’s wrong.

“I don’t need you to tell me what I can or can’t do, Kim Namjoon. I’ve been taking care of myself for 24 years. Is not my first time with an asshole alpha.”

“Well ex-fucking-cuse me for trying to do something nice for you,” Namjoon shoots back, shaking his head. He takes a deep breath, regarding Jungkook with poorly controlled rage. 

“Fucking unbelievable.” He mutters lifting his hands in defeat. He takes a couple of deep breaths, pushing his hair out of his face. “You know what? Let’s take a second and calm down. I’ll be in the reading room.” 

But Jungkook is having none of that.

“Oh, how cute,” Jungkook taunts, going after him. “You are just going to walk away now?”

“Yes.” Namjoon grunts and it only makes Jungkook angrier. He catches up to the alpha and pushes him. Namjoon stumbles and turns, looking at Jungkook in disbelief. 

“Seriously?!”

“What?”

“You’re behaving like a child, Jungkook!”

“Might as well, if you want to treat me like one.” Jungkook hisses, crowding into Namjoon’s space.

“Back. Off.” The alpha is fuming, talking through clenched teeth. It makes Jungkook smirk.

“Or what?” he says, pushing him again. Two fingers to the chest. “Are you going to put me in my place?”

“Stop,” Namjoon warns, eyes burning into Jungkook’s.

“Oh no,}!” Jungkook mocks. “The big bad wolf is going to come for me,”

He snorts. 

“You can even answer back to your fucking client—"

Namjoon snaps.

He slams Jungkook against the wall of the hallway, his hand halfway between his chest and his neck before immobilizing Jungkook with his body. Jungkook tries to push him away but Namjoon catches both his wrists and holds them above his head. 

“What do you say if you want me to stop?”

“Purple.” Jungkook writhes against Namjoon, already panting.

“And if you can speak?”

Jungkook whines, leaning forward and trying to kiss Namjoon. The alpha pushes him back again by his neck before he slaps his cheek hard enough to make him gasp.

“And if you can’t speak?”

“Fuck, I’ll pinch you. Ok?!”

“Good,” Namjoon nods and slaps Jungkook across the face again. It stings and clears Jungkook’s mind. With Namjoon’s hands on him, his heat, his scent, Jungkook can just stop thinking for a second.

“Yes,” Jungkook hisses, squirming against Namjoon’s weight. He manages to push Namjoon a step back with his hips before Namjoon slams him back, slapping him again before he forces Jungkook to look at him, finger digging into his cheeks.

“You’re a piece of work, aren’t you?” Namjoon huffs, the omega still struggling against his grasp. “Open your mouth.” 

Jungkook clenches his jaw harder. Make me do it . Jungkook begs silently and hopes Namjoon can see it in his eyes. Take me, take me, take me . 

“Open your mouth.” Namjoon sneers. “Or I’ll spit on your face.” 

Jungkook looks at him defiantly until Namjoon spits, forcing him to close his eyes. Jungkook feels the saliva dripping down his face and he’s never felt this violently turned on and deliciously humiliated at the same time. Namjoon pulls back enough to push a hand under Jungkook’s shirt, painfully twisting his nipple between two fingers.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” the alpha asks, licking a fat stripe from Jungkook’s jaw to his temple. “To be put on your place?”

“No…” Jungkook grunts, but it dissolves into a moan when Namjoon reaches for his hardening cock over the fabric of his pants. His hand comes up, slapping him once more.

“Don’t lie to me,” the alpha barks, opening Jungkook’s jeans with surprising ease and pushing them down out of the way. “

I’m going to ask again,” Namjoon says, giving Jungkook’s cock a squeeze before reaching lower. 

“Is this…” Namjoon fucks several fingers into Jungkook's barely wet cunt, making him keen. “What you want?” 

“Yes,” Jungkook whimpers, barely able to make a sound.

“That’s what I thought.” 

He begins moving, scissoring his fingers. Jungkook closes his watery eyes. At first, it hurts more than it feels good, but he’s getting wetter by the second, soon melting syrup running down Namjoon’s hand. He wants more but bites his lip, suppressing his moans, unwilling to demonstrate how much he’s enjoying this.

“Fucking whore,” Namjoon says, pulling his fingers out. “Look.”

Jungkook cracks his eyes open and blushes at how Namjoon’s hand is soaked, even the cuff of his shirt is darkened with moisture. 

“All you want is to be full of my cock, isn’t it? Is the only way you settle, and fucking behave.”

Jungkook shakes his head, but Namjoon is not looking at his face. Instead, he spins Jungkook, dragging him a few steps back before pushing his face into the wall. He keeps him in place with a hand on his hair, forcing him to arch his back.

“I’ll give you what you want,” Namjoon says and Jungkook feels the blunt head of Namjoon’s cock sliding between his folds. “See if you finally shut up.” 

He rams all the way inside in a single thrust. Jungkook shouts, the burn so acute his legs give out but Namjoon is quick to hold him up, hips already pulling back slowly. 

“Tell me you like,” Namjoon grunts before fucking inside to the hilt. “Tell me this is what you wanted.”

He draws back slowly, making Jungkook feel every inch, every vein. His bottom lip quivers and Namjoon holds the head barely inside, teasing Jungkook with little aborted movements.

“Tell me,” he whispers before slamming inside again.

“Fuck!” Jungkook shouts, whining when Namjoon begins the slow pull back, his hips trying to follow.

“Tell me you’re my breeding bitch. Mine. ” 

Namjoon accentuates the last word with another thrust, making Jungkook whimper.

“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Jungkook breaks, he never really stood a chance.

“I’m yours,” he cries, tears rolling down his face when Namjoon groans a yes before he starts moving. “I’m your whore, I’m your breeding bitch.” 

Namjoon makes him cross his arms behind his back, holding Jungkook by his elbows, using that as leverage to fuck him harder, faster, his pace brutal like never before. 

“This is what I wanted, what I need.” Jungkook is delirious, words spilling out of his mouth without his knowledge. “I need your fat cock splitting me open. I’m yours, I’m yours.”

He sobs already close to his orgasm.

“Mine,” Namjoon grunts. Then he’s lifting Jungkook’s arms, lacing them around his own neck and helping kick his pants off.  Jungkook tightens his hold around Namjoon’s neck when the alpha drags him away from the wall.

“Hold on” is the only warning Namjoon gives before he lifts one of Jungkook’s legs. Hooking it on his elbow. Like this, he can fuck deeper, harder than Jungkook thought possible. His back is arched and the way Namjoon is holding him, open and in precarious balance makes it so Jungkook can do little more than take what Namjoon gives him.

“You’re gonna take my knot.” He tells the omega. “And you’re are going to say thank you.”

Jungkook nods, lost in it, overwhelmed by sensations until Namjoon’s knot starts to catch. Then Jungkook panics.

“No, no,” he complains, trying to push him away.

“Stay still,” Namjoon warns, biting down on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I want to see you.”

Namjoon stops al movement.

“For fuck’s sake,” The alpha groans, pulling out and quickly turning Jungkook around. 

Then his back is to the wall, legs around Namjoon’s waist, ass in the air while Namjoon bounces him on his cock. Namjoon’s knot drags in and out of Jungkook’s cunt, enhancing the burn, until it can’t slip out anymore and Namjoon is coming with a growl, pushing Jungkook against the wall as he empties inside him. He grabs Jungkook’s neck, slapping his cheek one last time.

“What did I say?”

“Thank you, alpha,” Jungkook cries, “Thank you for your knot, for breeding me so good, for ah!” 

Namjoon had squeezed Jungkook’s cock in one hand, and that was all the omega needed for his orgasm to wash over him. It takes over him in a dizzying storm. Jungkook thrashes, gasping through the feeling as his cunt spasms, milking Namjoon’s release. He whites out for a second, only partially aware of the change in Namjoon’s energy. He’s whispering reassuringly in Jungkook’s ear, holding him through his orgasm in gentle hands.  

Jungkook is still half out of it, shivering whenever Namjoon twitches inside of him, when the half walks them to the couch, sitting down carefully with a sigh.

“I’m sorry I pushed you,” Jungkook whispers a while later, unwilling to pry his face away from Namjoon’s neck.

“I’m not going to say it’s okay because is not,” Namjoon says, “but I understand. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook says.

“It’s not.”

“I didn’t listen to you, and I should have.” 

Jungkook’s eyes water. He doesn’t want to cry but he’s overcome with emotion. A dam burst open and now he’s drowning in doubts and fear. Namjoon pushes him away gently.

“Look at me, baby,” he says but Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, scared. “Please?”

He hesitates but begrudgingly squints one eye open.

“There you are,” Namjoon smiles, a little sad, and it breaks Jungkook’s heart. “If we want this to work, we need to talk things out, not just have sex and pretend everything is okay.”

Jungkook squirms, uncomfortable.

“We need to have a serious chat, love,” Namjoon insists, cupping Jungkook’s face with one hand.

“Can we cuddle first?” Jungkook asks. “And shower, and eat?”

Namjoon smiles and this time it reaches his eyes.

“Of course, love, whatever you want.”

Jungkook doesn't want to have this conversation. It was easier when it was just him scolding Namjoon. Owning up to his own mistakes is a lot harder.

The guilt keeps growing in him the more time they let pass. Namjoon is so gentle when he realizes Jungkook is bruised all over from his manhandling. He washes Jungkook's hair and soaps his body, littering kisses all over his bruises, cupping Jungkook’s swollen, red cheek with worry, and Jungkook wants to cry. He tries to control it, but his scent is of withering flowers and Namjoon's cedarwood responds in tandem.

"Where do you want to cuddle?" Namjoon asks when they are getting dressed. "Should we order food first?"

Jungkook shakes his head. 

"I’m not really hungry," he says, stealing a hoodie Namjoon wore a few days ago. "Your bed?"

"Of course."

He guides Jungkook to the bed where he sits, leaning against the cushiony headboard, and opens his arms for him. The omega crawls, making himself as small as possible against his chest. Namjoon hugs him and rubs his cheek against the crown of Jungkook’s head. His scent is mellower now, the cedarwood soothing and warm instead of the burning forest of his anger. Jungkook looks up at him and Namjoon tilts his head in an awkward angle to meet his gaze, it makes him develop the littlest double chin and it makes Jungkook chuckle. He reaches out to pinch the skin, and Namjoon complains, pulling away and mewing, wiggling his eyebrows. The silly expression makes Jungkook laugh again, it dissolves into a soft smile. Jungkook’s heart almost bursting by just looking at the alpha. He taps Namjoon’s nose with a finger.

“Cute.”

Namjoon, in a mimic of Jungkook’s caresses, pokes the mole on his cheek, the one on the tip of his nose, and the scar close to his eyes. He fiddles with the piercings in Jungkook’s mouth, moving them carefully.

“Does it hurt?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Not anymore.”

“Sometimes they feel funny when we kiss,” Namjoon tells him, and somehow the remainder of their kissing, mentioned so casually by him, makes Jungkook blush.

“You don’t like it?

“I do,” Namjoon says, nodding his head lightly. “I like everything about you.” 

Jungkook looks away, blushing even warmer.

“Even today?” he whispers, picking at his cuticles.

Namjoon hums. 

“Especially today.” Jungkook looks at him, surprised. “I think we need to like each other more on the hard days… Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Jungkook doesn’t, but he sighs before he starts talking. He tells Namjoon about his little trip, the alpha frowns when he vaguely mentions Mrs. Kang's comments.

“What did she say?”

“Just something silly.” He waves the thought away.

“Tell me what she said.”

“She said,” Jungkook sighs. “She basically said that omegas are only good for nesting and house chores. I ran away from her, but when she came into your office she implied that I was…”

“That you were what, Jungkook?”

“A sex worker.” Namjoon's eye twitches and his hold on Jungkook tightens. Jungkook feels validated by Namjoon’s quiet rage and keeps talking. “She called me a breeder.” Namjoon inhales sharply through his nose and Jungkook can tell he’s making an effort not to show his anger. 

“She’s kind of right, isn’t she?” Jungkook says, his chin wobbling.

“For one, there’s nothing wrong with sex work- But that’s not what you’re doing,” Namjoon says, looking at Jungkook like he’s lost it. “Why would you say that?” 

The answer makes Jungkook sag in relief.

“I know there’s nothing wrong but when she used it as an insult, as a reason to look down on me. I was afraid you’d do the same. I can’t be with someone like that…”

Then Jungkook starts crying, his words tripping over each other, all wanting to come out of his mouth at the same time. He tells Namjoon all he’s been thinking: how the alpha’s words rang a bell with Jungkook’s admittedly unprofessional recent decisions; how he’s afraid of losing his job; how he’s terrified that Namjoon could be just like her. Namjoon is quiet, rubbing his back and letting Jungkook play with the fingers of his free hand to distract himself while he rambles. Jungkook feels grateful and worried in equal measure by how controlled Namjoon’s scent is. He wants to know what the alpha is thinking, and what he feels, he doesn’t want to hurt him.

“I shouldn’t have provoked you,” Jungkook admits, tracing the veins on the back of Namjoon’s hand with the tip of a finger. “I was so angry, mostly at myself, but I also wanted to blame you, because it’s easier if it’s someone else fault.”

“I understand,” Namjoon says, “I was angry at myself, and I took it out on you too.” 

He touches the bruise on Jungkook’s arm, hand-shaped where he held him from behind.

“It was kinda hot, though,” Jungkook says, almost inaudibly quiet. Namjoon exhales a laugh against his nape.

“It was very hot,” he agrees, lifting Jungkook’s face by his chin to kiss him. Jungkook takes advantage and deepens the kiss, a warm sort of temporary calmness settling in his mind from the contact. If Namjoon hated him now, he wouldn’t kiss him, right? 

“But we need to talk about this type of thing beforehand.”

“You were the one who started it.” Jungkook accuses.

“But it was the reaction you were looking for, wasn’t it?”

“It was,” Jungkook agrees, blushing furiously.

“There’s nothing to be shy about, baby,” Namjoon chuckles. “If it’s something you need and I can give it to you I’ll gladly do it. It’s fun for me too.”

“It’s weird.”

“It isn’t,” Namjoon says, “we just need some clear boundaries to avoid hurting each other.”

Jungkook looks at his bruised arms. “But I like them.”

Namjoon sighs.

“You’re unhinged. Let’s talk about this later.” 

He hums, rearranging Jungkook in his arms. The omega relaxes, thinking he’s safe now, but Namjoon brings up Jungkook’s unprofessionalism . 

“Would you be like you are with me with any other client?”

“I don’t think so.”

“What about Mrs. Kang, would you do the same things with her?”

Jungkook scrunches up his nose in disgust. “Ew, no.”

“What if I told you she’s filthy rich.”

Jungkook knows where this is going. “No.”

“She’s like ten times richer than me.”

“Still no,” Jungkook says, finally breaking into a smile.

“What about Yoongi-hyung? He has more money than me, and he works with idols, he could make you famous.” Jungkook giggles and shakes his head no. “See? Is not about alpha’s or the commodities they can offer you.”

“It’s about your huge cock.” Jungkook jokes.

“Well, I was about to praise my charming personality, but I guess that works too. As long as that keeps you here with me” He shrugs, leans down, and kisses the omega’s nose. And Jungkook feels it, in the back of his throat, a need so violent that it feels like throwing up. It’s scary, the way it makes his heart flutter and his palms sweat. He bites his lip to keep his mouth shut.

They stay silent for a while. Only moving to lie on their sides, facing each other and legs intertwined. This time the silence doesn’t feel heavy, it’s not a weight to be lifted or smoke to clear so they can see each other again. Jungkook closes his eyes and leans forward until his forehead knocks against Namjoon’s. The alpha cups his face but doesn’t say anything. He hooks one arm around Namjoon’s torso, gripping the back of his shirt.

“Hey, baby,” Namjoon whispers, a tiny smile on his lips when Jungkook finally pulls back and opens his eyes.

“Hi.”

“Do you want to keep talking?” Jungkook nods. “Can I ask why you’re scared of me being one of those alphas?”

“I think I’m just afraid of that in general.”

“Have I done anything that makes you uncomfortable?”

Jungkook shakes his head no, then he hesitates. “Can I ask you something and you promise you’ll be completely honest?”

“I promise.”

“What…” Jungkook pauses, unsure of how to start. “If we date, would by job bother you?”

Namjoon takes his time to think it over. 

“As long as you are safe, and not doing the things we’re doing, I don’t think so. I’m very monogamous.”

“Would you get jealous?”

“Probably,” Namjoon says instantly and Jungkook’s heart sinks. “but I don’t think that’s avoidable. I’ll probably be jealous of your alpha friends, especially the feisty one.”

Jungkook laughs. “Hoseok.”

“Yeah, him.” Namjoon chuckles. “He’s funny.”

“The pissing contest is not funny,” Jungkook says, reaching for Namjoon’s nipple when he remembers the pup shower.

“It’s a little funny,” Namjoon says, recoiling and covering his chest.

“What happened when I was in the bathroom of Jimin’s house?”

Namjoon's smile widens. “Just a chat.” 

Jungkook is worried about how cocky he looks.

“What did you say?” he frowns.

“Just the truth.” Namjoon smirks and Jungkook’s eyes widen. 

“And Jimin heard?!”

“Now that you mention Jimin,” Namjoon guides the conversation and Jungkook looks at him with narrowed eyes. He’ll allow it just this time. “I like it when you’re a little jealous.”

“I don’t get jealous,” Jungkook scoffs.

“No?”

“No.”

“Weren’t you jealous of Jimin? And before anything happened even.” Jungkook whines, hiding his face in Namjoon’s chest again and the alpha laughs. “I think it’s cute. Makes me feel validated and appreciated.” 

Jungkook makes a face.

“I mean it. As long as we stay on the cute side of jealousy, I think we’ll be good.”

Jungkook stays silent, looking at Namjoon, trying to see deception or something dark in his eyes, but he only finds the warmth that has always been there.

“Okay,” he nods. “But if something about my job makes you uncomfortable, we have to talk about it.”

“Whatever you need,” Namjoon nods, planting a reassuring kiss on Jungkook’s lips.

“Would you…” ever ask me to stop working because it makes you uncomfortable? This is what Jungkook wants to ask, instead he sighs.

“ This is stupid.” Jungkook groans, ducking his head and knocking it against Namjoon’s shoulder in frustration.

“What is?”

“My questions are dumb, if you were a manipulative alpha you’d know what I want to hear.”

“Let me show you, then,” Namjoon says, squeezing Jungkook in an embrace.

“How?” Jungkook asks pulling away.

“With time,” Namjoon smiles. “Lots and lots of time.”  

That promise shouldn’t make Jungkook so giddy inside. 

“Do you want to take a break and try those salads?” Jungkook nods, relieved for a break.

The go into the kitchen and Jungkook sits on a stool when Namjoon insists on setting everything up for them. They eat side by side and Namjoon tells him stories from his college days. Apparently, he had a perm and a slit on his eyebrow before the white hair.

"I wanted to look more street," Namjoon says, showing a picture on his phone and Jungkook laughs, imagining the looks he must've gotten.

That prompts Jungkook to share his own stories about how he wasn't able to look an alpha in the eye until he was around 21. He found them too intimidating, coming from an all-omega school.

"That's not fair," Namjoon frowns, taking a sip from the coffee Jungkook got for him. It was not supposed to be drunk cold, but the alpha didn't seem to mind. "My stories make me look like an idiot and yours are just cute."

Jungkook flicks his hair away. "It is what it is."

After a while, the conversation quiets down and they relocate to the living room. Somehow they end up lying on their backs, side by side, on Snorlax, their legs on the couch for stability.

"Why were you angry? Why didn't you want me to meet her?"

"Because she's an awful person, and I didn't want you to associate me with someone like that."

"Then why even take her case?"

"I didn't want to, at first," Namjoon admits. "But my boss is friends with Kang’s father, they've been clients of the firm for decades, and they wanted me to clean her name. When I refused, my boss said I take the case or vacate my office."

 Jungkook stays silent, too many thoughts racing in his mind. 

"I got scared," Namjoon admits. Jungkook finds his hand in the space between their bodies and links their pinkies together. "So I took the case. She's an idiot, but I don't believe she murdered anyone." 

Jungkook tries not to react, he didn't know the case was like that. Namjoon looks at him after a while of silence. 

"I'm not like her, I promise."

"Well," Jungkook says, smiling. "It will take lots and lots of time to convince me."

Namjoon doesn't smile, just looks at him like he wants to memorize every millimeter of Jungkook's face.

"I got so... riled but by the idea of not being able to protect you. If I cant protect you then I don't deserve you." Namjoon says, turning to look at the ceiling.

“You can't protect me from every idiot out there,” Jungkook argues. “You don’t have to. I just need you to be here and hold my hands sometimes.”

He lifts their linked pinkies in demonstration. “You already do too much for me and I don’t think I do much for you.”

Namjoon raises to one elbow, looking at Jungkook with a serious expression.

“You do so much for me,” Namjoon starts and shakes his head, like he can’t believe Jungkook’s words. “Just by letting me take care of you, it feels like I’m more human when I’m with you.”

“but…”

“Not buts… I don’t need you to do anything. Being with me, hearing me out, reminding me to take breaks. There’s some parts of me that’ve never shown anyone, not even my friends, that feel so natural when I’m with you.”

Jungkook blinks quickly. He’s not going to cry.

"You make me feel… Relaxed? It’s more than that… Settled? Like something that was raging in my chest, looking for purpose, just quiets down when I look at you."

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say so he leans in, kissing Namjoon and pulling until his on top of him, a cedarwood scented weighted blanket. They stay silent like that for a while, just holding each other and Jungkook feels the angst of the day draining out of Namjoon’s body.

They talk so more, mundane things that lighten the mood and make them laugh. It’s a different kind of intimacy, being able to open up like they did and Jungkook is grateful Namjoon insisted on it.

“Can I ask you for something?” Jungkook asks many hours later, when they are back in the alpha’s bedroom, getting ready to sleep.

“Sure, love, whatever you want.”

“Can we bring Snorlax back here to cuddle?”

Namjoon groans, throwing his head back.

“Again?!” he whines.

“Please!” Jungkook says, crawling over the alpha and raining little pecks on Namjoon’s face. “I promise this is the last time.” 

Namjoon tickles Jungkook’s side and he shrikes, pulling away. 

“Just this once! Alpha, please!”

“You are liar.” Namjoon says, already standing up. “You know what to do. Put the sculpture in the gym, I’ll get him up.”

Jungkook smiles, hurrying away. He’s more than ready for a long, intense scenting.

Chapter Text

Waking up next to Namjoon will never not be a smile-worthy experience. Waking up next to a horny Namjoon is something else entirely. Jungkook’s nose is the first to wake up. he’s having some crazy dream about trying to fish a whale out of a bathroom drainage when his nose catches a familiar scent, spicy woods begin to sprout out of nowhere all around him until he finds himself shivering, but he’s not cold. Instead, his cock is stirring and, as if coerced by some depraved Pavlov effect, his cunt starts throbbing, slick soon to come.

He feels deliciously heavy when he starts to come into himself. Cuddled under the blanket and surrounded by Namjoon’s warm body and soft scent. He’s still sleepy, unwilling to move or open his eyes, but he’s aware of Namjoon by his side, how he’s slowly grinding into Jungkook’s hips. The alpha must’ve been at it for a while because Jungkook feels his skin, which used to be clothed, is now wet with precome, and in direct contact with Namjoon’s warm cock. 

He’s lying on his front, face turned away from the alpha and arms crossed under his head. He is bed shirtless and he shivers when Namjoon’s warm exhale washes over his skin. He can feel the elastic of his pajama pants digging right under his ass, barely pulled out of the way so Namjoon can touch his skin.

“Are you awake?” the alpha asks, his husky morning voice making goosebumps rise in Jungkook’s arms. 

JK hums a concomitant sound and feels Namjoon snuggling into him, then there’s the weight of a leg being thrown over Jungkook’s middle, carefully moved under the blankets to not disturb their cocoon. 

“You smell delicious,” Namjoon kisses the words against Jungkook’s shoulder and upper back. He keeps grinding, now with enough strength to rock Jungkook a little every time he thrusts forward. Jungkook heat is pulsing, awake and needy for Namjoon’s attention. Jungkook feels his hole leaking, lips wet with sleepy arousal. 

“You’re always so warm when you’re sleepy.” 

Namjoon keeps going, his knee pushing between Jungkook’s legs and forcing him to spread them. “Makes me want to eat you whole.” 

Now his hand travels down to the swell of Jungkook’s ass, squeezing one cheek. 

“I love your ass.” 

Jungkook smiles. What an alpha thing to say.

“I know,” he yawns. “You’re always touching it.”

Namjoon chuckles behind him, still stroking his skin. He dips a finger between Jungkook’s cheeks and the omega breathing hitches. Namjoon sighs, sliding his finger up and down Jungkook’s clef like he would do with his cock. Jungkook lets him tease for a while, enjoying the simmering heat in his belly.

“You can do it,” Jungkook says when he’s positively dripping, wet cunt crying for attention.

“Can do what, baby?” Namjoon asks, distractedly licking what little he can reach of Jungkook’s neck.

“Eat me who-ole,” he stutters when Namjoon’s finger finally encounters his tightest hole.

“Can I eat this hole, too?” he asks and Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh.

“You’ve already done that.”

“Don’t you like it?”

The alpha’s finger moves south and taps Jungkook’s entrance. The sound is incredibly loud, a filthy squelch that betrays Jungkook’s seemingly uninterested and sleepy nature. The omega is getting exasperated with the teasing, tilting his hips up as much as he can with Namjoon’s leg over his.

“You know I do,” he whispers, breathing heavily when Namjoon’s hand moves lower, fingers barely entering both of his holes. 

“Ple-ease,” Jungkook whines, ready to beg for it.

“Okay, baby,” Namjoon says, giving one last kiss to the back of Jungkook’s head before he moves away. 

Jungkook complains when the covers are ripped away from him. 

“You can’t have everything, love,” Namjoon chuckles. “Do you want my mouth or to sleep a little more?”  

Jungkook pretends to think about it before he hikes one of his knees higher up the bed, letting his pajama pants slide down until they are around a single leg, to give Namjoon better access. The alpha laughs.

“That’s what I thought.”

Jungkook is particularly sensitive in his sleepy state and Namjoon tracing a path down his back with his tongue has him a panting mess. He bites Jungkook’s left ass cheek, who yelps but makes no attempt to move away or cover himself.

“Lazy,” Namjoon scolds, biting down a little harder on his other cheek. When Jungkook whines Namjoon moves his bent knee higher, opening him up a little more.

“Jungkook gasps when Namjoon licks over his lips, feather-light. His hips push back, but Namjoon holds him in place, grabbing his ass and spreading him further with two big hands. 

A finger traces Jungkook’s perineum. 

"Just relax, baby," Namjoon whispers, "let me do all the work.” He kisses Jungkook's ass cheek, then the tip of his wet tongue makes a line to his furl of muscle, tongue circling the fluttering hole before dipping in. Jungkook tenses, hips bucking away from the intrusion.

“Relax,” Namjoon says again before his tongue dips lower, gently parting Jungkook’s lips as he goes. It makes the omega shiver, a drawn-out whine falling from his lips when Namjoon’s tongue ghosts over his hole before he pushes his face against Jungkook’s cunt, straining to lick the underside of his cock.

It feels dirty. The way he’s not completely exposed, and Namjoon has to weasel his way into Jungkook’s body. The omega pants, mouth open and eyebrows scrunched when Namjoon repeats the same movement. His eyes threaten to flutter open but Jungkook squeezes them shut. The darkness aids the soft, dream-like edges of reality that Jungkook dances in.

“I love your taste,” Namjoon says before going down on him again. 

He doesn’t stay too long in a single place, alternating his attention between both holes, keeping his touches as light as possible. It’s just enough to maintain the simmering hit in Jungkook’s heat, but not much more than that.

“Imma sleep if you keep like that,” Jungkook slurs. 

He’s been trying to push back against Namjoon’s face but the alpha keeps him in place with his firm hold on Jungkook’s ass.

“Then sleep,” the alpha says. 

Jungkook cracks one eye open, squinting at the weak golden fixtures on the ceiling before looking at Namjoon over his shoulder.

“Really?” 

“Really.” Namjoon nods. His face is flushed pink; his cheeks, mouth, and chin glisten with Jungkook’s slick. If he was more awake he would feel embarrassed. 

“Do you mind if I keep going?”

Jungkook chuckles at Namjoon's politeness. Like he didn’t have his tongue in Jungkook’s cunt just seconds ago.

“Do whatever you feel like.” He shrugs weakly, leaning his head back down on the pillow and closing his eyes. “Just no new butt stuff.”

“No new butt stuff, got it,” Namjoon repeats before he returns between Jungkook’s legs.

Jungkook hums, content. It feels good, soft stimulation that relaxes his body, keeping him turned on just enough to steadily leak into the bed. Namjoon is also very consistent with his attention, and once Jungkook gets used to it, it’s easy for him to let his consciousness go, lulled back to sleep by Namjoon’s scent.

He wakes up an unknown amount of time later to an impending orgasm.

“Oh God!” Jungkook cries, or at least tries, but he’s pretty sure he made some unintelligible choking sound. It takes him a second to understand what’s going on. Namjoon is slowly thrusting into both of his holes, a couple of fingers each judging by the fullness. “Shi-it…”

“Welcome back, baby. You even snored a little” Namjoon chuckles, doubling down in strength and rhythm when Jungkook argues back, cutting him mid-sentence. “Good?”

“So good,” Jungkook pants, griping the bedding. 

“Close, close…”

Namjoon growls, keeping his pace steady and his fingers firmly pressed against Jungkook’s most sensitive spots, making him see stars. Then the alpha bites Jungkook’s ass and he yelps. The shock makes him clamp down on Namjoon’s finger and he’s coming, weak spams shaking his half-awake body.

“You’re doing great.” Namjoon sighs, rubbing his face on Jungkook’s sweaty lower back while his fingers keep moving.

“Sweetie?” Jungkook giggles, half delirious, and Namjoon bites him again. 

“Eek! It was funny,” he whines, body slowly relaxing when Namjoon pulls his fingers out.

“Do you want a massage?” Namjoon whispers, hands already applying pressure to his calves.

“Always,” Jungkook yawns. 

This is the life , he thinks, and buries himself a little deeper on the pillow. “Can I sleep a little more?”

“Whatever you want, baby,” Namjoon says, kissing the dimples of his lower back.

“Best words ever,” Jungkook mumbles. 

Namjoon had never massaged him before, but the alpha knew to apply the right pressure to muscles Jungkook didn’t know could get so tense. That light pain, the relief of warm hands running over all the right spots lulls him back to sleep.

This time is a dreamless sleep, just black calmness. Is the kind of sleep that, when you wake up, you are not sure if it’s been a few minutes or a few years but you feel rested, no leftover sleep clinging to your body. Jungkook opens his eyes slower this time, the ajar bathroom door blurry. He smiles when he realizes what woke him up. There’s a familiar pressure against his cunt, a hot hardness sliding back and forth between his folds. His little cock is hard, and every time Namjoon moves the slick dripping out of Jungkook makes a loud squelching sound.

“Justptutitin…” he slurs, moving his ass weakly. Namjoon chuckles behind him.

JK’s whine joins Namjoon's groan when the alpha pushes the head inside.

“I didn’t want to do it if you were asleep,” Namjoon pants, fucking Jungkook with small little thrust, making him take more of him each time. “It’s weird.”

Jungkook snorts, trying to lift his hips so Namjoon can get deeper. 

“Perv. Admit you want to fuck me in my sleep.”

“Ok, maybe I do.” Namjoon talks to gritted teeth, sliding the last couple of inches in with a single thrust. “I didn’t  want you to think I’m weird.”

“It’s hot,” Jungkook says, already a little breathless. “Just not all the time.”

“Okay,” Namjoon groans, his chest to Jungkook’s back as he pushes the omegas legs wider apart with his knees. “I’ll ask first.”

“Oh… Th—thank you.”

They don’t talk much after that.

Jungkook moans into his pillow, glad to let Namjoon do all the work. His body is too loose from sleep to offer much more than access and compliance. Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind, the alpha moves Jungkook’s limbs to his liking, making him lift his ass higher so he play with his omega cock until he’s coming into the sheets again. While Jungkook recovers Namjoon turns him on his back, pushing Jungkook’s knees to his chest until his ass is in the air and mounts him like that until Jungkook squirts all over himself, begging for Namjoon to stop and knot him at the same time.

Namjoon does so, with Jungkook's almost limp body kneeling over him, hands on his ass, while he thrusts up, feet firmly planted on the bed.

“One can’t even sleep in this house,” Jungkook says, nuzzling contently into Namjoon’s neck once they are firmly locked together.

“I didn’t hear you complain the last couple of hours,” Namjoon says, tickling Jungkook’s sides until he’s squirming. 

Jungkook leans down to kiss him and Namjoon kisses him back, holding Jungkook’s face in his hands like it’s something delicate. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Mhmm,” Jungkook hums, too preoccupied with rubbing his cheek on Namjoon’s hand to notice him hesitating until the silence has stretched for too long between them. He pauses his rubbing to look at Namjoon. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you call me hyung anymore?” he asks, and Jungkook frowns, confused.

“I’ve never called you hyung,”

“You did, once.” 

Jungkook's frowns deepen. He keeps quiet for a few seconds trying to recall what Namjoon is talking about but having no memory of it. 

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, at the bar.” Namjoon insists but Jungkook, for the life of him, doesn’t know what Namjoon is talking about. 

“But it’s okay,” he continues when Jungkook stays silent, laughing awkwardly. “If it feels weird don’t worry about it.”

Namjoon looks off to the side, pouty lips and sad eyes, his finger tracing abstract patterns on Jungkook’s legs. It’s so pitiful that Jungkook almost laughs. He takes Namjoon’s head in his hands and makes him meet his eyes.

“You are my hyung. If you want me to call you hyung I can do that.” Namjoon's lips quirk up but he shakes his head, valiantly fighting Jungkook on the matter. The omega keeps talking before Namjoon can get a word out. 

“But I was thinking of something different, more us.”

Namjoon perks up, looking at him with hardly concealed excitement. “Like what?”

“Maybe like mmm… Baby?”

Namjoon grimaces. 

“No. You are baby.” He pokes Jungkook’s ribs for emphasis.

“Okay…How about Darling?”

Again, Namjoon makes another disgusted face. 

“That’s kind of mean, sounds condescending.”

“I guess you’re right,” Jungkook’s heart starts beating suddenly wild in his chest. “Yeobo?”

Under him Namjoon’s cheeks tint red. He takes a deep breath in, exhaling slowly before answering. 

“I—I like yeobo, yeobo is good, but only when is just us.”

“Ah, just in private, I get it.” Jungkook taps his chin, pretending to think hard. “You know what I really like? Calling you alpha.” 

Namjoon’s cock twitches inside of Jungkook and he chuckles, so predictable . “Do you like that, alpha? We can try something spicier. Like Sir or daddy…”

Namjoon groans and flips them around so Jungkook is on his back.

“I’m going to make you cry again if you keep saying that.” 

It’s a mute threat when he’s already moving his hips, a half-hard knot pulling at Jungkook’s entrance. Jungkook smirks, ready to enjoy whatever control Namjoon can give him.

"Please, Daddy," Jungkook says, making his voice breathier and whinier 

“For fuck’s sake.” Namjoon grunts covering Jungkook's mouth with one hand. "Shut up."

Jungkook laughs under Namjoon's hand. 

So predictably alpha .

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Sitting on the couch, quietly working on his editing, legs on Namjoon’s lap as the alpha massages his feet absently while his attention is on the crime show he’s watching, Jungkook takes a moment to soak in the moment. He’s going to have a hard time readjusting to life once he comes back to his place.

Namjoon’s whatever-you-want policy when it comes to any and all of Jungkook’s whims, the daily healthy dose of sexual gratification, the scenting, and the casual affection are not things Jungkook is used to having. 

He sighs, looking at Namjoon’s slightly open-mouthed profile when he presses on a particularly painful spot on Jungkook’s heel. He’s going to need rehab or something.

“I’m gonna miss your shower,” Jungkook says later while they have dinner, gingerly sitting on Namjoon’s lap while the older man feeds him pasta.

“You can come shower here whenever you want,” Namjoon says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Maybe I will,” Jungkook smiles.

Then Namjoon’s phone starts ringing. Jungkook, nosy, looks down a it but Namjoon snatches it before Jungkook can take a good look at the screen. 

“Give me a second, baby,” Namjoon says, already moving Jungkook off his lap. He rushes to his office with the ringing device in his hand. 

“Hello?”

It happened frequently, all week. Sometimes Namjoon takes the call right next to Jungkook, rolling his eyes when the person on the other line says something see considers particularly stupid, other times he gets up and walks away, not answering until he’s behind the closed door of another room.

Jungkook finds it slightly odd, but lawyers do have a privacy thing with their clients, right? Like psychologists and doctors. He figures that must be it. The worst part is that he always returns smelling of burnt forest: angry, annoyed and frustrated. Jungkook takes extra care of him during those times, feeling slightly guilty at how much he enjoys pampering the alpha. He prepares baths, gives him massages, plays with his hair, and scents him until his chest grumbles with content.

On Wednesday, it’s Jungkook’s turn to hide when Jimin calls him. It’s an odd occurrence, so he picks up, confused. Namjoon is currently napping, snoring softly with his head in Jungkook’s lap in the reading room while the younger plays on his switch.

 “Hello?”

“Listen you little bitch,” someone hisses.

Jungkook puts the phone away from his ear, looking at Jimin's display name, just to make sure it’s him. 

“I’ve been waiting for more than a week and if you don’t tell me what the fuck happened with that stupid alpha I’m going to hunt you down and, and… I don’t know, pee on your carpet.”

“I don’t think I have a carpet, Hyung.”

“Why not?” Jimin asks, switching tones. “They are so com— Jeon Jungkook! You know what I mean. Don’t try to distract me!” 

Jimin is loud and Namjoon stirs in Jungkook’s lap.

“Are you drunk?”

“Drunk?! DRUNK?! I HAVEN’T HAD A DRINK IN SEVEN MONTHS YOU IDIOT.”

Namjoon opens his eyes, sitting up in a panic and mumbling “Get the cheeseballs.”

Jungkook snorts, kissing him before standing up.

“Give me a second,” he tells Jimin, who doesn’t seem to listen. 

Jungkook can still hear him arguing while he gently pushes Namjoon back down on the couch. He goes easily but frowns murderously at Jungkook all the way down. He’s so cute when he’s sleepy . Jungkook kisses between his eyebrows once he’s completely horizontal and Namjoon gives a sleepy smile, forehead finally smooth, before closing his eyes.

“What were you saying?”

“I need answers Jungkook, I can´t live like this.”

“Live like this?” he’s so confused right now.

“In the dark,” Jimin whispers, voice comically grave.

Jungkook snorts. “Is not like I’m running an underground operation or anything.”

“Please, Jungkook,” Jimin whines, “I haven’t left the house for a week and Yoongi is driving me insane.”

Jungkook laughs. “Ok, what do you want to know?”

Jimin claps in the other side of the line. 

“Tell me absolutely everything.”

This time Jungkook is completely honest with everything he went through, even at the beginning. Now that their relationship has morphed into friendship, he’s not afraid of disappointing Jimin anymore.

“God, Yoongi is a lousy gossip,” Jimin complains when Jungkook gets to their second nest shopping trip. “He gave me the tea all wrong. I should’ve asked Seokjin-hyung.” 

Jungkook laughs. 

“Alpha’s can be so dumb sometimes, I swear.”

“They really are.” Jungkook sighs.

Jungkook stays quiet, waiting. It only takes a couple of seconds for Jimin to break the silence.

“So? What happened then?”

“Well, I thought everything was good but then I– uhm –made a mistake.”

Jimin gasps and Jungkook is a little endeared at how invested he’s in the story. The omega must be really bored.

“What did you do?”

Jimin is whispering now. Jungkook hesitates. 

“You can tell me.” The other omega insists. “I won’t tell anyone.” 

But Jungkook knows that’s a lie. He’s going to tell Seokjin at least, probably Yoongi too. 

“Well, I kind of… rubbed myself on him.”

Jungkook is expecting to be scolded and called unprofessional but Jimin laughs maniacally. 

“I knew it!”

“What?”

“I told Yoongi you would be the first to break and he didn’t believe me,” Jimin cackles. “He owes a me a spa day!”

“I thought you wouldn’t tell anyone,” Jungkook scolds

“Oh, right. I won’t,” Jimin sobers up instantly. He huffs. “Of course I won’t. So… what happened after that?”

Jungkook tells him about Namjoon freaking out on him, and Jimin shows the right amount of rage when he mentions Namjoon saying ‘ This is a mistake ’ and leaving Jungkook by himself in the nest. He tells Jimin about leaving feeling humiliated and dirty and his fear of having forced himself onto Namjoon.

“I’m so, so sorry you felt that way Jungkook, it’s all my fault.” Jimin sighs. “After you told me what happened in the scent test I thought you two could be so good together. It didn’t occur to me how the work dynamic could make things muddy. Which is very fucking dumb.”

“It’s alright, Taehyungie-hyung helped a lot.”

“How so?”

“Well, Namjoon-ssi texted me that same day to apologize, Taehyung-hyung told me to make him wait and suffer. That alpha’s love chasing.”

Jimin hums sagely. “It’s true.”

“So, I only told him that I had to work. Taehyung was sure that he would show up to apologize and he did.”

“Ah! That’s why you looked so handsome that day.”

Jungkook smiles, glad Jimin is not looking.

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Taehyung is the poop pal.”

Jungkook groans. “Yeah, that’s him.”

Jimin giggles. “I like him.”

Suddenly Jungkook has a terrifying vision of Jimin and Taehyung as a unit. He shivers.

“So, that day we chatted and he invited me to lunch and we’re fine now.”

“Mmhmm,” Jimin says, “that’s why you reek of Namjoon since then.”

“I’m his scenter, Hyung, of course his scent is gonna linger on me.”

“Please, Jungkook, I’ve been doing this for years. I know the difference between scent lingering after a nesting session and after a good breeding.”

“HYUNG!”

Jimin cackles. “Am I wrong?”

Jungkook pauses. Thinks. Fuck it.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Jimin shrieks so loud that Jungkook has to pull the phone away from his ear. He can’t help to laugh a little himself. He needed this, the kind of camaraderie that can only come from someone of your own subgender.

“How was it?” Jimin whispers.

“I’m not telling you that! You’re supposed to be my boss!”

“Please, with Namjoon and Yoongi-hyung? We´re practically brothers now.”

Jungkook snorts. 

“I guess. It was…” a myriad of adjectives and a couple of animal sounds come to Jungkook’s mind when he thinks about sex with Namjoon, in the end, he settles for, “very nice, we’re super compatible.”

Jimin groans.

“Please, don’t be a prude. Yoongi refuses to have  more than very soft, missionary sex because he doesn’t want to hurt Mina, just give me a little spice.”

Jungkook laughs, completely blindsided by this side of Jimin.

“I don’t know what you want to hear.”

“Is it nasty? I bet is nasty. Seokjin-hyung told me about his search history as a teenager.”

Jungkook saves that little tidbit of information for later.

“He easily matches and surpasses my freak,” Jungkook says, and Jimin shrieks again.

“Is it big? Did you guys do it on my terrace or not? How—”

“Let’s make a deal,” Jungkook interrupts. “If you answer a question for me, I’ll answer yours.”

“Okay,” Jimin agrees quickly.

“What did my other friend and Namjoon said while I was in the bathroom that day?”

“Oh.”

In the silence that follows Jungkook can practically hear the wheels in Jimin’s head spinning.

“I don’t know,” Jimin hesitates. “I wasn’t really…”

“That’s my price, hyung.”

“Ok, fine.” Jimin agrees entirely too quickly. Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek to not laugh. 

“Namjoon-hyung smelled a lot like uhm... you. If you know what I mean… And he was proudly parading his… borrowed scent all around.”

“What?”

“He smelled like your slick, ok?” Jungkook feels himself flush at Jimin’s words. Jesus Christ, he’s never leaving this house again.  “And he wasn’t very subtle about it.”

“What?!” 

“Yeah, so your friend –Hoseok, right?– told him how disrespectful he was being to you,” Jimin continues, and maybe Hoseok was right, but why does Jungkook find the slick thing kind of hot? Even if it also is the most embarrassing moment of his life. 

“Hoseok also said that an alpha shouldn’t expose your intimacy to the world's scrutiny, that omegas are more than toys for alphas to knot.” Jungkook nods, all that sounds a lot like Hoseok. “And Namjoon-hyung said…”

Silence and a heavy sigh.

“What did he say?” Jungkook half screams, worried.

“Well he… ugh, this is so  stupid, alphas are so stupid.”

“What did he say Jimin-ssi?” Jungkook’s voice rises even higher because what could be so bad for Jimin to behave like this?

“He said that you were very content hanging from his knot, and Hoseok could taste your slick off of it if he wanted.”

“WHAT?”

“I’m just saying what he said!”

“Why are you screaming?” Namjoon asks, groggily walking into the office.

“You knothead!” Jungkook yells.

“What did I do?” Namjoon says, yawning.

“Oh no,” Jimin whispers in his ear.

“Do you know who I’m talking to? Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook explains. “And he is telling me about how you told Hobi-hyung to lick my slick off your knot.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen, and he laughs awkwardly.

“That little traitor told you about that?”

“In exchange for details about our sex life, yes,” Jungkook nods like it’s not a big deal. Jimin gasps but doesn’t hang up. “Which I might do.”

“Baby!” Namjoon whines but Jungkook is already sprinting away from him, taking advantage of Namjoon's slower, sleepy body.

“He’s like 9 inches long, hyung, thick too, but he has the cutest little balls,” he says, running past the living room, Namjoon a couple of steps too slow behind him. “They are tiny.”

“Jungkook, wait!” Namjoon begs, but Jungkook keeps running, Jimin laughing in his ear like a maniac.

“He has a thing for asses too,” he says, running into Namjoon’s bedroom and locking himself in the bathroom. “He wants to fuck me in the ass but I’m not sure he’s earned that yet.

“Love, please, open the door,” Namjoon pleads, jiggling the doorknob.

“And the first time we had sex he came in my mouth and I fed him his own semen.”

Jimin is screaming and laughing when Jungkook disconnects the call. There’s a long silence, and Jungkook is only able to hear Namjoon’s labored breathing from the other side of the door.

“Are you done, Jungkook?” His voice comes deceivingly soft but his scent is strong and a little spicy. “Open the door, pup, let's have a chat.”

Shit. 

Jungkook looks around, maybe he can live here instead.

Chapter Text

“Come out, baby,” Namjoon says for the hundredth time. “Don’t make this worse on yourself.”

Jungkook is currently making a little comfort nest out of clothes, towels, and blankets he found in the closet and bathroom. Just to give himself something to do.

“No, thanks,” he shouts, rolling up a makeshift pillow he made with a hoodie and placing it on the right spot. “I’m fine here.”

Namjoon sighs on the other side of the door.

“It’s been 37 minutes, Jungkook, open up.”

“I don’t think so,” he answers, looking around at his pretty nest. Maybe if Namjoon falls asleep he can sneak out and get some food.

“Fine, have it your way.”

Jungkook hears shuffling and Namjoon walking away. Did he go too far? He crawls over to the door and sniffs around a little. The scent is not angry, just a little annoyed. Well, Jungkook has more reasons to be annoyed. He didn’t magically forget what Namjoon said to Hoseok.

Then he hears Namjoon padding back into his bedroom and the doorknob jiggling. He rolls his eyes. Like Namjoon didn’t try that before. But then there’s some metallic rustling and the doorknob starts to turn. Jungkook crawls back, jaw slack in surprise when Namjoon steps inside, closing the door behind himself.

“But… ” Jungkook says, confused, stumbling back some more, and into his nest like that would protect him from Namjoon.

“Do you really think I don’t have keys to all the rooms in my own house,” Namjoon says, raising an eyebrow. 

Jungkook is so fucked.

“You wanted to chat right?” he says, smiling nervously. "Llet’s chat, Hyungie.”

“Oh, now I’m Hyungie?” Namjoon takes a step forward and Jungkook moves an inch back. Namjoon growls, actually growls. “Don’t make me chase you, omega.”

Jungkook’s body has no business getting as turned on as it gets with Namjoon’s words and Namjoon's smirk tells Jungkook he can smell it on him. It makes adrenaline pump through Jungkook’s veins. He smirks and Namjoon’s eyes flash a warning, but Jungkook has already decided and is too key up to back down. He makes a run for it, or at least he tries, but Namjoon is no longer sleepy and Jungkook is kneeling on the floor, which is a clear disadvantage.

He manages to half-crawl, half-dive for the bathroom but Namjoon catches his ankle, dragging him back towards him while Jungkook claws at his nest, horror movie style. He screams like he’s being pulled to his death, but the scream morphs into cackles when Namjoon digs his fingers into the omega’s sides. Jungkook trashes, weakly trying to get Namjoon’s hands away from him. Namjoon sits on the back of his thighs and catches his wrists, forcing Jungkook’s v arms behind his back. He’s merciless and in no time Jungkook is begging for forgiveness, gasping and teary eyed.

“My belly hurts,” he cries, wiggling weakly, “I’m gonna pee myself, please!”

Namjoon finally stops, but doesn’t get off of Jungkook’s legs.

“May I go to the bathroom, Sir?” Jungkook asks.

“I need us to clear some things up,” Namjoon says, “first of all, I’m 9 inches and ¾.” Jungkook laughs again and Namjoon slaps his ass, effectively stopping his chuckling when he yelps. “Don’t go around spreading misinformation, okay?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It matters because that’s ¾ of an inch bigger than Yoongi and we must not let him forget that.”

“Why are comparing dick sizes?” Jungkook laughs and Namjoon spanks him again.

“Ow!” he complains.

“Second. My balls are not adorable, or cute.”

“But they are, though,” Jungkook laughs.

“Fine, but you can go around telling people my genitals are cute. I have a reputation to care for. Understood?”

“Yes, understood,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. His cheeks hurt because he can’t stop smiling.

“And lastly…” there’s a pause. Jungkook looks at the alpha over his shoulder and Namjoon is frowning and pouting, staring off into the distance. Then he shrugs. “I don’t know. I only had those two things.”

Jungkook snorts and Namjoon spanks him again.

“Stop!” 

“You don’t like it?” Namjoon leans to one side to look at him better.

“No, no, I do,” Jungkook assures him, “But I might actually pee myself if you don’t get off.”

“Oh, right!”

Namjoon stands up and helps Jungkook get up too, and then the alpha follows Jungkook into the bathroom, sitting on the sink counter next to the toilet.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping you company.”

Namjoon's dimple smile feels somewhat menacing. 

“Are you going to watch me pee now?” 

Namjoon nods. 

“Is that a kinky thing?”

“I just thought we could be more intimate.” Namjoon blinks cutely but Jungkook’s not buying it.

“More intimate than you knotting me at least once a day?”

Namjoon gasps, crossing his arms and nose disdainfully scrunched up.

“Sex is not the only kind of intimacy there is, Jungkook, don’t be vulgar.”

Jungkook ignores him, instead pulling his penis out, aiming at the bowl. Nothing comes out.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Jungkook tries to relax, then tries contacting his pelvis muscles, but still nothing.

“Are you shy, Jungkook?”

“I can’t do it if you’re talking to me,” Jungkook glares at him.

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon says, but his shit-eating grin shows otherwise.

“Do you want me to look away?” Namjoon asks a few seconds later. Jungkook is so tired already.

“Please.”

In the end, Namjoon has to go all the way to the walk-in closet for Jungkook to be able to pee. When he’s done he finds the alpha lounging on the mess of fabrics Jungkook left in the middle of the walk-in closet.

“That sounded like a healthy stream,” Namjoon smiles, giving him a thumbs up.

“Why are you in my nest?”

Namjoon’s smile drops and he begins to get up.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot–”

“I’m just messing with you, that is not a proper nest.” Jungkook says, waving him off, “And don’t think that just because you’re acting cute I’ll forget what you said to Hobi-hyung.”

“My beautiful, baby,” Namjoon cries loudly, crawling over Jungkook and kissing him. “The sexiest, and smartest omega I’ve ever met.”

“Stop,” Jungkook giggles, hugging his neck and letting Namjoon settle between his parted legs. “I am supposed to be angry at you.”

The alpha rains pecks all over Jungkook’s face a neck, and how can he be upset in these conditions?

“Are you sure about that?” Namjoon sucks Jungkook’s lobe and the omega shivers, his insides already warming up.

“I’m sure.” He sighs, making no effort to back his words with actions.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” Namjoon whispers, letting his semi-hard member rest against Jungkook’s crotch. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the scent of your slick after a few spanks.”

Jungkook blushes, pretty sure that he hid it well.

“I’m supposed to be angry,” Jungkook repeats.

“You can be mad later,” Namjoon bargains before kissing Jungkook again, biting his bottom lip lightly. “Yeah? Just let me take care of you?”

And that is how Jungkook realizes that when it comes to good dick, he has no backbone.

“Just a little,” he says. “and then I’ll be mad.”

Namjoon chuckles, nodding in agreement. His hands already pushing Jungkook’s pants down.

“I’ll remind you if you want.” 

Jungkook sticks his tongue out at the alpha but helps him kick the garments away, spreading his legs readily.

“Eager?”

“Do you want me to remember that I’m angry at you?” Jungkook arches his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

“Of course not, baby.”

Still, Namjoon stalls. He leans down slowly to kiss Jungkook as his hands roam his body, sneaking under his shirt, and teasing his nipples with short, rough nails. Jungkook pulls him closer, enjoying the hard, thick muscle of Namjoon’s body. He helps the alpha take his shirt off, admiring what seems like miles of golden skin. Jungkook sighs, incredibly pleased with his luck. His eyes flutter closed when Namjoon’s warm hand sneaks between his legs. His mouth goes for Namjoon’s chest, he kisses and bites the skin there, sucking on his little brown nipples while Namjoon’s hand works slowly, petting over his cock.

He lets Namjoon remove his shirt and stays as still as possible when the older instructs him to lean on his elbows, legs spread as wide as he can, and feet on the nest, exposing himself. 

“Missed this view,” Namjoon mumbles to himself, a single finger tracing from Jungkook’s knee to his groin.

“You saw it last night,” Jungkook breathes unsteadily, shivering at the teasing touch.

He watches Namjoon’s finger move closer and closer to his heat, head almost falling back when Namjoon draws over his lips, hole spasming and waiting to be filled. He goes up again to Jungkook’s cock and he whimpers, hips twitching up. He feels the slicking seeping out of him, gushing down his perineum and into the nest below,  his lips glistening with it.

“Close your eyes, pup.” Namjoon's voice is soft, almost inaudible yet it sends a shiver down Jungkook’s spine and he’s compelled to obey.

“You’re dripping.”

Namjoon collects a drop of slick that’s making its way into Jungkook’s ass. He drags his finger up through the moisture, slightly dipping it into Jungkook’s pussy before popping it into his mouth. Namjoon groans and Jungkook’s breath hitches. He startles when he feels the alpha lick a fat strip from his asshole to his cock, suckling at the length, hiding it in his warm mouth without much effort. Then he inhales deeply, like his savoring Jungkook's scent. Then suddenly Jungkook remembers he’s been lounging around all day.

“Wait, no…” Jungkook says in a rush of bashfulness, trying to close his legs. But Namjoon only pries them open again, keeping them in place with his hands. 

“Stop,” Jungkook tries, moaning as Namjoon's tongue plays with the tip of his little cock. 

“I haven’t showered today,” he explains, face burning with embarrassment. Namjoon chuckles, pulling away, and Jungkook wants to hide and push the alpha0s face into his crotch when he sees the wetness glistening on his lips and chin.

  “You’re fucking delicious,” Namjoon growls. “Omega still dripping my juices.”

“But—” Jungkook tries but is cut off by a sharp suck, followed by Namjoon’s tongue fucking inside. “Oh, God!”

“Ah baby,” Namjoon coos, “you are awfully sensitive today.” 

He pushes one of Jungkook’s legs until it falls open to the side, exposing him even more to the eager alpha. Namjoon’s pointer finger comes to toy with Jungkook’s hole and Jungkook's belly quivers. Any and all reservations are forgotten.

 “Shit… Right there.” 

Namjoon moves with purpose, only one knuckle dipping into Jungkook’s pussy and the boy groans, trying to fuck his hips forward onto the digit.

“Like this?” He asks against Jungkook's glistening skin, his breath over Jungkook’s cock while his finger slides in deeper, a second one threatening his entrance.

“Yes!” Jungkook moans, eyes closing, when a second finger joins the first, both massaging the sponginess of his walls with soft intent.

“Hyung should make it good for you, right?.” He says, pushing one of Jungkook's legs against his chest.

“Mmh?” Jungkook hums, confused, barely able to focus on Namjoon’s words when his fingers are softly grazing his insides.

 “To help you forgive me, of course. Keep your leg there.” 

Jungkook holds the back of his knee. Namjoon’s fingers start moving with more precision, and when Jungkook opens his eyes he sees Namjoon studying him, eyes roaming hungrily from the pained expression on his face, to his tense belly, to his squelching cunt. Jungkook feels his body getting hotter and hotter, hips jerking and hole spasming with every bit of stimulation. Jungkook sighs, biting his lip, relaxing into the pleasure until Namjoon presses hard into his spot and Jungkook shouts, eyes going wide and jaw slack. 

“Ah!”

“There it is,” Namjoon smiles. 

He starts fucking Jungkook in earnest, fingers alternating between quick in and out movements and maddening come-hitter motions against the spongy patch at the front of his cunt. He moves, kneeling on the bed so he can apply deeper, stronger pressure and Jungkook can’t keep the noises in. He shakes, gasps, and jerks, body taut and ready. It’s a harsh overwhelming pleasure that makes Jungkook simultaneously want to cry and laugh.

He feels his orgasm crest quickly, violently as Namjoon keeps assaulting his hole. The pressure inside of him grows with every thrust of his fingers. He’s a glass filled to the brim and a single drop of pleasure is gonna shatter him, tip him over, and spill. Then Namjoon lowers his head, licking the head of Jungkook’s cock and he comes, body shaking uncontrollably- Jungkook keens,  hips lifting off the nest, eyes squeezed shut, but Namjoon doesn’t stop, he’s not even slowing down enough for Jungkook to come down from it. Namjoon makes a dissatisfied sound.

 “We’ll have to try again.”

“What?” Jungkook breathes, shaky and already spent. 

Namjoon doesn’t answer, pushing both of Jungkook’s legs harder into his chest and leaning into him for support as his fingers continue moving, now locked inside of him, pressing against his walls with quick pulses. 

“No, no… wait,” Jungkook gasps, breathing fast as his second orgasm threatens him with its intensity. The air is stuffy, thick with the mixture of their aroused scents.

Jungkook swats Namjoon’s arm weakly, whimpering as the overstimulation crest into a second orgasm.

“Hyungie…” he pleads through his staccato breathing. “I can’t.”

“You can, I know you can,” Namjoon whispers back. 

Jungkook feels tears gathering in his eyes, his neck tensing as he prepares for what he knows is about to happen. 

“Just relax,” Namjoon whispers as he fucks him quicker. 

Jungkook bites his lip, trying to control his noises. Jungkook body goes impossibly tense as his orgasm begins to take him against his will, slow and drawn out.

 “No, no…”

Jungkook tries again to push him away |but Namjoon is relentless. He feels a wave of wetness come out of him, the squelching sound of it obscene even while paired with Jungkook’s wanton cries. 

“There it is,” eyes fixated on where more come pours out of Jungkook. “Fucking filthy hole.” 

He keeps going and Jungkook lets out a long moan that turns into a shout as his orgasm finally hits, an explosion of sensation that blooms from Namjoon’s fingers. He feels slick shooting out of him in a wet stream. He convulses and Namjoon drags Jungkook’s pleasure out, eyes darting between his cunt and his face. 

Namjoon is as turned on as him, Jungkook can smell it. It rolls off the alpha in strong, powerful waves that leave Jungkook unable to think. It’s too much and his arms give out and he falls back into the nest, still coming, pussy crying all over Namjoon’s arm even as the alpha climbs over him. 

“Oh God,” Jungkook whimpers when his spasming hole pushes Namjoon’s fingers out.

He’s naive to believe he’ll get some reprise, but the alpha doesn’t stop touching him.  He slaps Jungkook’s hole a few times, and squeezes his cocklet, playing with it before sinking his fingers inside again, coaxing more squirt to shoot out while the omega cries out. He doesn’t understand if he’s still coming or if it’s another orgasm, he just knows it’s too much. He can’t breathe, can control his body, It’s just an endless stream of pleasure and pain. Overstimulating and wet, wet, wet. He’s limp, exhausted from tensing up and he can´t do much more than take whatever Namjoon wants to give him.

 Finally, the alpha slows down, pulling his fingers out carefully.

“My beautiful omega,” he soothes when Jungkook whimpers. “That was perfect,” 

Namjoon kisses all over Jungkook’s face and he feels himself smile at the praise. “How are you feeling?”

“Dead.” He replies honestly and Namjoon chuckles. The alpha bites his clavicle, humping the side of Jungkook’s hip with his clothed length.

“But we’re not done yet, right?” he asks, voice hoarse against Jungkook’s skin. “Are you gonna let me in?” 

His big, warm hand ghosts over Jungkook’s lower belly, running over his soft cock and ghosting over his hole.

“I don’t know.”

Jungkook hums, pushing Namjoon’s hand away like he’s not getting aroused again by the feel of the alpha’s hardness against his side. “I’m supposed to be angry at you.” 

Jungkook rolls away, starfishing on the blankets to cool his sweaty body.

“I’m sure I can convince you,”  Namjoon takes one of Jungkook’s hands and places it over his hardness. Jungkook’s fingers tighten around Namjoon’s cock and it twitches. 

“Just let me have you, baby,” he whispers licking over Jungkook’s jawline. “Just a little bit, if you want to punish me.”

Jungkook smirks. “How is that punishment?”

“Just the tip?” Namjoon tries next, inhaling sharply when Jungkook starts jerking him up over his sweats.

“Are you sure about that?”

Jungkook is well aware that neither of them is very good with self-restraint when it comes to sex with each other.

“I promise, baby,” Namjoon insists breathily eyes scrunched shut while Jungkook keeps touching him. “Just want to feel your warm pussy around my cock”

“I guess I can just lie here,” Jungkook says, adjusting until he’s more comfortable, legs spread wider. “Let you do all the work as a show of repentance.” 

“Of course.”

Namjoon kisses Jungkook once more before pulling away. When he gets up, Jungkook can see his cock straining, leaving nothing to the imagination against the soaking wet fabric of his pants. Jesus . Jungkook did that. He lifts his head and finds his release all over the nest, on his own legs, and glistening on Namjoon’s chest, arms, and clothes. Jungkook drops his head back, too fucked out to feel self-conscious. 

He watches Namjoon get naked. He eyes the way the muscles of his legs strain as he pulls his pants off. The thick, meaty thighs, the soft, flat abdomen, the bulging pecks, and defined arms. This man is a work of art and Jungkook is planning to get fucked into oblivion by him for as long as he can. He shuffles up the nest, centering himself and parting his legs in invitation. Namjoon stops for a second, eyes between Jungkook’s thighs as the younger spreads his lips with one hand.

“Don’t drool,” Jungkook jokes. “I’m waiting.” 

Namjoon doesn’t say a word. He finishes discarding his clothes and quickly climbs over Jungkook, covering him with his larger body. Jungkook loves it when the alpha is like this. Quiet and a little wild against Jungkook’s tired, satisfied body.

“Fucking fin— ah!” Jungkook loses his train of thought as Namjoon quickly lines himself up and slides his length into him. He can’t breathe, chest tight, body squeezing at the burn of the stretch. Namjoon groans loudly head dropping to Jungkook’s shoulder.

"That's not the tip," Jungkook gasps, going a little cross-eyed when Namjoon leans closer, holding his jaw tightly with one hand. 

Namjoon looks at Jungkook, panting heavily, eyes almost scrunched shut, and drives his cock a little deeper.

 “Oh God… Okay, I get it,” he rambles, pulling Namjoon towards him. “Keep going, make it good.” Jungkook runs his hands down Namjoon’s back, and pulls at his short hair, letting out little whines and gaps as Namjoon keeps pushing in until his hips are resting flush against his.

“So full.”

Jungkook is already overwhelmed. He feels Namjoon all over, his face, his chest, inside him. He’s everywhere. His pussy lips are split open by Namjoon’s cock, honey-sweet slick dripping with every tiny trust, head spinning, drowning in the alpha’s scent.

“So good,” he pants as Namjoon pulls back. The alpha sets a deathly slow pace that makes Jungkook whine and seek more. The alpha’s hand slides lower, resting over Jungkook’s neck with barely any pressure.

“More,” he begs, clawing Namjoon’s ass and lower back.

The alpha shushes him, fingers barely squeezing around Jungkook’s neck but keeping the same slow pace. The added pressure makes Jungkook’s cunt clench.

“Fuck,” Namjoon grunts by Jungkook’s head, free hand lifting Jungkook’s knee to his chest. “You’re so good, baby…”

He begins moving faster and Jungkook’s body lights up, arching his back, moan after moan ripped out of his body. The drag is driving Jungkook insane, whenever Namjoon draws back the head of his cock catches just so on Jungkook’s entrance and when he pushes back in, it splits him open all over again.

“More…” 

Namjoon spreads Jungkook’s legs even wider, hand grabbing his supple skin with a white-knuckled grip as he pushes his knee almost to his chest. He starts fucking Jungkook with abandon, hard thrusts, and a brutal pace that keeps pushing Jungkook up the nest, only the weight of the body on top of him and the hand around his neck keeping him in place. Jungkook’s breathing becomes hoarse when Namjoon presses harder on his neck, he’s getting a little lightheaded and it only makes every other sensation on his body sharper.

 Namjoon is single-minded, chasing the snug, sodden warm of Jungkook’s cunt, grunting every few strokes when the omega’s walls squeeze him. The slapping sounds echo alongside Jungkook’s string of wordless moans in the bathroom behind them. 

Jungkook doesn’t speak anymore, too consumed by the stretch, the strength, the pain-pleasure wrecking his body. One sensation stacks on top of the other, building up fast. 

Jungkook gasps when Namjoon drags over his g-spot, and when he chokes on his own saliva Namjoon’s hand pulls back enough for Jungkook to pant: 

“Close, close,”

Jungkook sneaks a hand between their bodies to jerk himself off. Namjoon only groans, rising to his knees to give Jungkook space to touch himself. The alpha tightens his hold on Jungkook’s neck again, grabbing at Jungkook’s thigh to pull him back against him with every thrust. He’s a ragdoll, dragged back and forth by Namjoon’s hold, impaled in his cock, head fuzzy from the alpha’s finger over his scent glands and the lack of oxygen. In just a few more seconds Jungkook is coming, pussy milking Namjoon’s length, body tight and toes pointed as he feels the most primal bliss wreck his body. As soon as he starts spasming Namjoon lets go of Jungkook’s neck and the oxygen rushing inside makes Jungkook’s orgasm somehow sharper.

 Namjoon doesn’t last much longer, pulling out to stroke himself and finishing all over Jungkook’s belly with a breathy groan. Jungkook laughs, manic when he feels the warm splash on his skin. It’s too much sensation, a rush of euphoria too violent to keep inside. Namjoon smiles at him, looking wild, his skin glistening with sweat and his hair sticking up in every direction.

"That was not the tip," Jungkook says when his breathing calms.

"Are you still mad?" Namjoon asks back.

"I guess not," Jungkook sighs, "I want a bubble bath." 

He blinks at Namjoon, who pushes Jungkook’s matted hair out of his eyes.

"Whatever you want, baby, give me a second."

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Jungkook spends the rest of the day in a blissful cloud. He feels relaxed and cared for. Namjoon washes his hair for him and even blow-dried his hair and does his skin care. When Jungkook asks for it the alpha reads to him, his soothing voice lulling him to a half-awake state.

It’s good, so good. Being in Namjoon’s arms, with his warm body and scent all around him. He nuzzles into the alpha’s chest, purring a little when Namjoon’s fingers start carding through his hair. It’s perfect because Jungkook knows Namjoon’s scent enough to feel that he’s just as satisfied, as full as Jungkook himself. They make each other feel this way and it’s magic. Jungkook feels it again, tickling the back of his throat and he giggles quietly.

Namjoon stops reading, kissing the top of Jungkook’s head and letting out his own deep chuckle.

“Sleepy?” Namjoon asks, and Jungkook nods, looking up into the moons of his eyes.

Namjoon leans down and presses a kiss to Jungkook’s nose next. And there it is again. The words, feelings spilling out of Jungkook. They overflow him, come out of every pore and Jungkook thinks he should look away, preventing Namjoon from seeing them in his eyes. He takes a deep breath and tries to stomp them down but they’re dying to come out, to lay Jungkook bare for Namjoon to do as he pleases. 

Then Namjoon smiles, dimpled and bright, and it takes Jungkook’s breath away. It’s too strong, too easy to get swept up in, and Jungkook doesn’t want to keep fighting it.

“I love you.”

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An awkward silence falls over them. 

“What?”

“I– I don’t know why I said that.” 

Jungkook sits up. Namjoon looks pale, mouth open like a fish, staring at Jungkook with wide eyes. Jungkook’s brain is all scrambled up, he’s speechless. What just happened?

“I’m sorry?” Namjoon says and looks even more confused than Jungkook.

“Do you need a moment to process?” Jungkook asks. Namjoon mumbles and stammers but doesn’t say a word. “I’m gonna leave for a second.”

He shuffles out of bed, but Namjoon grabs his wrist. Jungkook turns, his heart jackhammering in his chest painfully.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Namjoon asks and his palm feels hot and sweaty around Jungkook’s wrist.

“Did you mean it?” Jungkook asks back, “Because if it’s just a post-orgasm brain-fart or like a scent-drunk thing then–”

“I love you,” Namjoon says again, more firmly. “I mean it.”

Jungkook's mouth is dry, his brain is foggy. Is he hallucinating? It feels like it. Namjoon stays quiet, looking at him, caressing the inside of his wrist with his thumb. After what feels like a lifetime, Jungkook opens his mouth.

“I think I love you too,” he says, voice impossibly quiet. Namjoon’s lips quirk up.

“You think?”

Jungkook flushes, why did he phrase it like that?

“I mean…”

“It’s okay, I get it,” Namjoon says, already pulling Jungkook towards him by the wrist. “It’s a work in progress, you’re a little confused” he settles Jungkook on his lap, smiling at him brightly. “I’ll just have to work hard there to make it less uncertain.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook whines, headbutting Namjoon’s shoulder, embarrassed but so, so happy.

“I think I can shut up.”

Jungkook groans, “Forget I said that.”

“I don’t think I can.”

And he doesn’t. Namjoon makes a habit out of prefacing every single thing he says with I think and Jungkook blushes, and whines, and Namjoon kisses him until he’s hazy every single time. It’s a dream.

Jungkook would finish editing a sequence of his short film and ask: “Hyung, can you take a look? I’ve been staring at this for so long it doesn’t even make sense to me anyone.”

“I think I can do that.”

Or Jungkook finds something he wants to do with the alpha and approaches him with a simple: “Are you busy this afternoon?”

And Namjoon would smirk, turning in his chair like a comic book villain, and say: “I think I’ll be free if you want to do something in particular.”

Even during sex, Jungkook would be out of his mind with want, leaking all over himself, and the bed, and Namjoon and he would ask, beg the alpha to fuck him already and he would hum, mumble something along the lines of “I think I can put it in,” and laugh like a nerd, effectively breaking the horny atmosphere for the minutes Jungkook would complain and wallow in his embarrassment.

Jungkook makes a show out of it, dramatic and silly, explosive enough to make Namjoon laugh each time. But in truth, the alpha’s reaction makes Jungkook feel at ease and takes some burden off him. Namjoon doesn’t say it again and doesn’t act like he expects Jungkook to say it either. But it’s there, Jungkook can feel it. In the way Namjoon looks at him whenever Jungkook laughs, in how softly he runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and caresses his cheek, in the little sigh he lets out whenever Jungkook randomly climbs into his lap for scenting, in the way he enjoys Jungkook’s pleasure more than his own. It’s all around them, present in every action and Jungkook is floating in it, like his body is made of marshmallows.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asks on Friday, his pink koala slippers padding on the floor as he makes his way into Namjoon’s office.

“Mmhh?”

“What do you want to have for lunch today?” he asks, coming to stand beside Namjoon’s chair.

The alpha closes his laptop and spins on the chair so he can hug Jungkook’s waist, setting his chin on Jungkook’s stomach to look at him.

“What do you want to order?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I want to cook for you, can I?”

“I think you can,” Namjoon says and Jungkook rolls his eyes. “But we should order groceries, I don’t have much.”

“Can we go grocery shopping when you’re done?” Jungkook asks, smiling nervously. He has been feeling a little restless and claustrophobic inside the apartment for so many days. “I could go alone if you’re busy.”

“No, no,” Namjoon says, kissing Jungkook’s abdomen before pulling away. “Give me… two hours? And we can leave.”

“Okay,” Jungkook smiles, satisfied.

“Seokjin-hyung wants to see you,” Namjoon calls when Jungkook is by the door. Him? Why? “Would it be okay to invite them over for dinner?” Namjoon asks, “If you want your friends can come too.”

“It’s your home, Hyung.” Jungkook chuckles.

“But you’re staying here, of course, is your decision too. So, your friends?”

“After what you said to Hobi-hyung?” Jungkook frowns. “I didn’t forget about that. You need to apologize.”

“Me?” Namjoon whines, "I thought you weren't angry anymore."

“Obviously you!” Jungkook says, “he was being respectful, and you were a rude mutt.”

Namjoon gasps.

“You haven’t insulted me since the café.” Then he smiles. “It's hot. Do it again.”

“That was like a month ago,” Jungkook says, “and you’re not sidetracking me, you need to apologize.”

“No.” Namjoon whines, making a face at Jungkook. “Why?”

“Because he’s my friend,” Jungkook explains, “and it’s important to me that you have a good relationship with him.”

Silence.

“I guess I can’t fight crushing logic,” Namjoon says, slumping back in his chair with a big sigh. “I think I can do that.”

“Kim Namjoon!”

“I will, I will,” Namjoon says, lifting his hands in surrender.

“Good,” Jungkook nods, “I’ll ask them to come over if that’s okay with you,” Jungkook asks, suddenly nervous.

“Of course it is.”

“But…” Jungkook bites his lip, walking back into the room until he’s standing beside Namjoon again. “I don’t really want to cook for everyone,” he says softly, “just for you, yeobo.” Namjoon’s face breaks into a smile instantly.

“We can have them over tomorrow then,” Namjoon says, “that way we get today and Sunday to ourselves.” Jungkook nods, despite the reminder that their little honeymoon will be over soon.

“Thank you,” Jungkook says, leaning down to kiss him.

“Whatever you want.”

Jungkook kisses him again, just because he can.

“I love you,” he says, in a rush of bravery before he runs out of the room.

“I love you too!” Namjoon shouts when Jungkook is already in the hallway.

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“Ok, here’s the list, I wrote a copy for you.” Jungkook says, ripping a page out of his notebook, “We can start from opposite aisles and meet in the middle.”

“What? We are not going together?” Namjoon asks, looking at Jungkook with a pout.

 “This way we’ll be done faster,” Jungkook explains. He might be almost done with his film, but he knows Namjoon is up to his neck with work.

“But I want to go with you,” Namjoon says, “I’ll work later.”

“Oh, okay,” Jungkook says, turning around to hide his blushing cheeks, “let’s start here.”

He starts marching forward, list in hand, scanning the shelves for what he needs for dinner. Namjoon follows behind him, sometimes commenting or simply humming to the pop music of the store. Jungkook soon realizes that going grocery shopping with Namjoon is akin to going shopping with a toddler. He’s looking at the noodles in one aisle and when he turns to the cart Namjoon has loaded at least 7 different types of ramen.

“What is this?” Jungkook asks, lifting a pack of Shin red super spicy ramen.

“Just in case,” Namjoon shrugs.

A few minutes later Jungkook is perusing the sauces and sees Namjoon load several boxes of different cereals into the cart.

“Why so many?”

“I like to snack when I work,” Namjoon says, throwing in another box of Fruit Loops for good measure. Jungkook shakes his head but keeps doing his thing, Namjoon is paying after all. Every time Jungkook turns, he finds a new addition to their cart: hygiene products, meat, peanut butter, sweets, alcohol, scented candles, and even a couple of plants carefully placed on the little shelf for children close to the handle. Jungkook is not even surprised when they make it to check out and he finds several jars of slime.

“It’s soothing,” Namjoon shrugs.

“I’ve never seen you play with slime.”

“I kept losing the lids and they got spoiled.”

Jungkook chuckles. 

Sejin comes around with the car and looks a little confused at the number of bags. And Jungkook gets it, they said it would be a quick run to grab some things to make dinner.

“He got a little carried away,” Jungkook says.

“I can see that,” Sejin chuckles.

“If you two are done judging me, I’ll appreciate some help,” Namjoon says, shuffling for the back of the car with his arms full.

Now is Jungkook who looks at Sejin with confusion.

“He doesn’t believe in making multiple trips,” Sejin explains.

“Aaahh…”

The walk from the car to the elevator involves an odd speech from Namjoon about them being strong and not some pack of unpresented pups, carrying as many bags as possible, and an almost disaster when Namjoon gets distracted and tips over one of his new plants.

They make it into the house safely and before Sejin can leave Namjoon makes a bag with fruit, a wine bottle, a jar of slime, and a small flowery plant. The beta seems confused but used to it enough not to question it.

“Let me help,” Jungkook tries when Namjoon begins to unpack the groceries, but Namjoon easily picks him up and sits him on the kitchen aisle. Jungkook blinks, confused and aroused at how easily Namjoon overpowers him.

“Do you know where everything goes? No. Just sit there.”

He pats Jungkook’s head like he’s congratulating a puppy.

Jungkook pulls out his phone, but Namjoon takes it from him and puts it in a drawer.

“Can I have my switch then?” Jungkook asks.

“No.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Watch me be domestic and sexy,” Namjoon says as if it’s evident.

“Ah,” Jungkook interjects, nodding. “I don’t know how I didn’t think about that.”

The kitchen aisle is so big that Jungkook can sit cross-legged comfortably, shopping bags still around him, watching Namjoon unload and put everything away. He particularly enjoys how the muscles of his arms strain, and his shirt stretched with the effort of picking up a particularly heavy bag; how defined his butt looks in his sweatpants when he bends over is also a nice perk.

“Did you hear back from your professor?” Namjoon asks, glancing at him over his shoulder. “My eyes are up here.”

Jungkook looks up from his ass. “Not yet, only that he got our submission.”

“It’ll do great, I really liked it.”

“I think I need some time away to appreciate it properly, I’m kind of sick of it,” Jungkook admits, leaning back on his hands. “My team likes it, that’s enough.”

“We should’ve gone to dinner or something,” Namjoon suddenly says, frowning at the floor. “We didn’t celebrate.”

“But we did,” Jungkook says, smirking. Two nights ago he had submitted his last Uni Project and as a reward, Namjoon had him ridding his face until Jungkook couldn’t hold his own weight above him.

Namjoon snorts.

“Hyung,” Jungkook asks after a while, playing with a purple, fluffy slime Namjoon gave him.

“Yes, baby?”

“How did you find Sejin?”

“He found me,” Namjoon says, “he was the driver of my senior on the firm,” Namjoon says, arranging the washed fruit in bowls. “When he left for Taiwan to open another branch, I got his job and he became my corporate drive.”

“But he is available outside of work hours now.”

Namjoon nods, “He helped me a lot in the beginning. I was naive and young, too hopeful. He had been listening to my seniors on calls and shit-talking people for years. He taught me the subtleties of networking.”

“Wow.”

“I know,” Namjoon nods, feeding Jungkook a grape. “He made me realize that when you work with people who believe they are above you, you should let them keep believing that. People talk a lot when they think you’re not listening.” Namjoon winks. Jungkook had always thought winks were kind of cringe but damn if his heart didn’t flutter whenever Namjoon did it.

Jungkook opens his mouth, and Namjoon gives him another grape.

“After two years the firm did an organizational chart restructuring, which basically means firing a bunch of people,” Namjoon continues, opening the fridge to put the fruit bowl inside. “They fired him and offered him the job of my personal driver. He’s been working for me for around 5 years now.”

“Like Jimin?”

“A little more than Jimin.” Namjoon nods, putting the last of the groceries away. “I’m done,” Namjoon says, looking around satisfied. 

“Do you want to play a game?” Jungkook asks, “I tell you what to do and you cook.”

Namjoon winces. “If you want something edible, I recommend we don’t do that.”

They swap places, Jungkook getting down to business quickly, with the recipe open in the little tablet Namjoon has over his kitchen playing music to keep him company. He’s singing, starting to get the rhythm of measuring all the ingredients when Namjoon comes, standing very close behind him. Jungkook looks at him and almost laughs. It’s the emotionally constipated alpha stance.

“What are you doing?” the alpha asks after a while.

“Seasoning the meat.”

Namjoon hums and shuffles forward, resting his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder. He slowly sneaks his arms around Jungkook’s waist, like the omega won’t notice if he’s slow enough. He obviously notices, but Jungkook is nothing if not absurdly dependent on physical touch. So, he’s more than happy to exist with Namjoon plastered to him.

Jungkook’s curious to see what Namjoon will do when he needs to move. The answer is to waddle behind him like a penguin without letting go of him or lifting his chin from Jungkook’s shoulder.

“You have a very nice voice,” Namjoon mentions sometime later, making them sway while Jungkook sings.

“Thank you. I was in Choir in School.”

“Are you religious?”

“Not really,” Jungkook shrugs. “I mean, I do believe there’s a higher thing: God, Universe, Quantic Maths, whatever you want.”

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as Quantic Maths,” Namjoon chuckles.

“Are you religious?”

“Nah,” Namjoon says. And the dismissal is so immediate that Jungkook giggles, “I like Reiki ASMR though.”

Jungkook tsks, shaking his head. “Eating sounds is the superior ASMR.”

“That’s disgusting,” Namjoon says, pulling his face away from Jungkook’s shoulder to look at him. “I can’t trust you as a person after that.”

“You still love me though,” Jungkook teases, trying to embarrass Namjoon or make him react like Jungkook would, but instead Namjoon’s face softens, and he smiles, looking at Jungkook like the idiots in movies do when their partner is not looking.

“I do.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook says, immediately looking away and busing himself with some dinner-related tasks, Namjoon still plastered around him like a sloth.

It’s not easy, especially because while he’s afraid of burning or hurting Namjoon in any way while the alpha has no interest in his safety, sneaking hands into cutting boards and pans to steal bits of food. When he’s done Namjoon helps him plate the food and they eat on the floor in front of the couch, chatting while pretending to pay attention to the show they put on the TV.

“Yeobo,” Jungkook says, “I want to ask you something.”

“Of course,” Namjoon says, putting his chopsticks down to give Jungkook his full attention.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Tomorrow I’m going to video call my friends to invite them over and you’re going to apologize to Hobi.”

“Can I just do it when they get here?”

“No,” Jungkook argues, “you have to do it before, so the dinner is a peace offering.”

Namjoon’s confused expression stays put.

“Please, It’s important for me.”

Namjoon sighs. “Fine, baby. I’ll do if you want me to.”

“I…” Jungkook pouts. “Aren’t you going to say it?”

“Say what?”

“You know what.” Jungkook whines.

“Baby?”

“No.”

“I love you?”

“No!”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon looks genuinely confused but Jungkook is not buying it.

“Fine, don’t say it then.”

“What do you want me to say? I’ll do it.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes, convinced that he’s doing it on purpose.

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“Are you going to be nice?”

“Fuck!” Namjoon screams, jumping and almost elbowing Jungkook when he pops up behind him. “Stop doing that!”

“It’s called conditioning,” Jungkook says poking Namjoon’s cheek. “Ever heard about Pavlov?”

“That’s not how that works, love,” Namjoon says with a chuckle as Jungkook stands up from the floor.

He’s going to call Hoseok in the afternoon, and their friends are coming over for dinner. This means that Jungkook spent the entire morning jumping Namjoon whenever he was distracted enough, telling him to be nice. Right now, he crawled into the reading room quietly while he was playing on his computer.

“Are you going to be nice or not?” Jungkook asks again, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I am so nice!”

“Hyung!”

“I’m always nice to you!”

“No,” Jungkook denies, “not always.”

 “Okay, that's fair,” Namjoon says after a second of silence. “I’ll be nice, I promise. I know this is important.

“You better,” Jungkook warns.

He’s incredibly nervous about the call and the dinner. He knows his friends are aware that something is going on but is not the same knowing, and being confronted by it. What if they think this is a bad idea? What if they think Namjoon is too old? Or worse, what if Namjoon’s friends don’t like him? He knows he kind of has Jimin and Seokjin on his side but he’s scared about Yoongi. They haven’t exchanged more than a few sentences, and he wants the alpha to like him, he’s one of Namjoon’s oldest friends after all.

“About Pavlov,” Namjoon says, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts, “You know Pavlov works by giving a reward” he wiggles his eyebrows, fiddling with the edge of Jungkook’s shirt. “What’s my reward?”

“I can think about a few things,” Jungkook smiles, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck when he stands up. The alpha crowds over him, making him walk backward until he’s pressed against a column by the door.

“I’ll be so fucking nice, the nicest,” Namjoon says before kissing Jungkook greedily. He slots a leg between Jungkook’s, pressing their bodies together. Jungkook parts his lips, letting him in and moaning when their tongues meet.

Namjoon is a filthy kisser. He likes to invade Jungkook’s mouth and take control instantly. He’s pushy about it, setting the pace, strength, and wetness. He likes to bite Jungkook’s lips until they sting and then some. Jungkook loves kissing, he loves kissing Namjoon specifically, but this time he doesn’t let himself get lost in it. He gives the alpha just enough to rile him up, and when he starts to get hard, hot, and pulsing against Jungkook’s tight, he pushes him away. Namjoon goes easily but looks at Jungkook with a pout.

“Wha—?”

“The rewards come after you do what you’re told to do.”

“I was hoping you didn’t remember that.”

“Well, I do.” and with that, Jungkook leaves. 

It seems that Jungkook’s rejection only makes Namjoon hornier. He’s a menace, pressing Jungkook into walls and corners to kiss him and touch him all over, releasing his stupid alpha pheromones to make him give in. But Jungkook stays strong throughout the day and takes the opportunity to tease Namjoon. Let him touch and play just enough to make him believe that he won, just to run away again.

By the time Taehyung tells him Hoseok is back from work, and they can finally talk Jungkook’s balls are so blue they might turn purple next.

“Jungkookie!” Taehyung screams as soon as the call connects. “My broo!”

He smiles, showing all his teeth and it dawns on him how much he misses his friends. He’s been so absorbed in his Namjoon bubble, dreading going back to his usual life that he had forgotten what was there for him to return to.

“Hyungie!” Jungkook laughs. They’re soon bombarding each other with questions, catching up and retelling stories they had already shared over text. From family drama to idol gossip, to work lunch thieves (there was no thief, Taehyung forgot his lunch at home).

“Where’s hyung?” Jungkook asks nervously when they’ve been chatting for a while with no sign of Hoseok.

“He’s taking a shower,” Taehyung says, dismissive, and in that instant the door behind him opens and HS comes out among a cloud of steam with a fluffy orange bathrobe on.

“KOOKAH!” He smiles, leaning over his mate’s shoulder, and Jungkook exhales in relief. “Let me get dressed, I’ll be right there.”

“Unless you want to see Hyung’s sexy body,” Taehyung quips in.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Jungkook laughs.

A few minutes later Hoseok returns and sits next to Taehyung, pulling out a sheet mask while he speaks.

“One of the awful moms brought his kid to class even though he was clearly sick, and he kept crying so I had to hold him for, like, half of the class until he stopped crying, and now my arms hurt, and the kid threw up on me!” Hoseok gives a big sigh, tapping the mask in place over his face. “So, I had to close the studio covered in fucking kid vomit because I didn’t bring more clothes, and that bitch ass mom has the nerve!”

“The gal!” says Taehyung.

“The audacity,” Jungkook completes and the three of them giggle.

“To fucking say she’ll send me the dry-cleaning bill for her son’s outfit. Excuse me? You sick 7-year-old threw up on me!”

“What did you say?” Jungkook asks. Hoseok’s class stories were always a mess and he and Taehyung lived for it.

“That I’ll deduct that from my wood floor cleaning bill before sending it over. She back-tracked real quick.”

“Oooh!” Taehyung celebrates while Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. God, he loves his friends.

When they’re settling down Jungkook makes eye contact with Namjoon who is quietly sitting on the couch in front of him, smiling softly as he waits for his turn to speak. Jungkook listens to the couple share a few more anecdotes before he interrupts.

“So, Hobi-hyung,” Jungkook interjects sometime later. “Actually, Namjoon–hyung wanted to talk to you before the dinner.”

“To me?” HS makes a face and Jungkook is glad that Namjoon can’t see it.

“Yeah, to apologize.”

“For what?” Taehyung asks, frowning.

“What he said the night we went to the club.”

“Mmmh,” Hoseok hums, looking at Jungkook. “Yeah, I actually wanted to talk to you and him about that night.”

Jungkook nods at Namjoon, and the alpha comes to sit beside him on the couch. They greet each other awkwardly before silence falls.

“So, who’s gonna start?” TH says. Jungkook pinches Namjoon’s leg and the alpha jolts.

“I’ll start,” he says with a tight smile. “I am aware that my words might have been triggering, and I realize now that I could have worded things differently to avoid misinterpretation.”

Silence.

“Try again,” Jungkook says, turning to glare a Namjoon with a smile on his face. “Say you’re sorry.”

Namjoon sighs. “I’m sorry,” he starts and Jungkook nods, “that you felt attacked by what I said.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook scolds and pinches him again.

“Ow, fine,” Namjoon concedes, admitting defeat. “I’m sorry that I was rude and jumped into a crude and aggressive response when you were only trying to look after your friend,” Namjoon speaks slowly and through gritted teeth and Jungkook can practically see how every word takes a herculean effort.

“Ok, Hoseokie will go next,” TH says, elbowing his boyfriend lightly.

“Right. Jungkook, I’m sorry I talked behind your back. I realized—” TH elbows HS again and he winces, “Tae made me realize that even though I did things with good intentions it was not my place to speak on your behalf. “

Jungkook hadn’t even thought of that.

“Thank you, Hyungie.”

Hoseok nods. Then his eyes slowly cross the screen to look at Namjoon.

“Namjoon-ssi,” he starts, and the way that TH nods, makes Jungkook think that they probably rehearsed this. “I shouldn’t have immediately assumed that you were disrespecting Jungkook, and I apologize for that. He’s an adult entitled to make his own mistakes.”

Taehyung glares at Hoseok and Jungkook is sure that the last part is not what they practiced.

“Take it,” Jungkook whispers, “that’s the best you’ll get.”

Namjoon's jaw twitches but in the end, he says. “Thank you, HS-ssi.”

Then Namjoon turns to look at Jungkook, awaiting instructions.

“Yes, you can go now, yeobo,” Jungkook says, smiling. Namjoon drops a kiss on the side of Jungkook’s head and promptly sprints off into his office.

Jungkook snorts, endeared, and when he looks at his friends, he’s a little scared of the smirk on Taehyung’s face.

“So?” he asks, “when were you planning to tell us that you were in love?”

Jungkook flushes but his smile can’t be hidden. He gushes about Namjoon, how much he enjoys being with the alpha, how safe he feels, and how compatible they seem to be. Even Hoseok’s face softens with Jungkook’s enthusiasm.

When they hang up Jungkook feels a little relieved and excited for that night’s dinner. He drops his phone on the couch and goes to Namjoon’s office. The alpha is standing close to the door, looking for something on his bookshelf.

“Hey,” he says, arms reflexively going around Jungkook when the omega nuzzles against his side.

“It was nice.”

“It was fun seeing you talk to your friends,” Namjoon says, finally pulling a leather-bound green book from the shelf. 

“Thank you for doing what I asked.”

“I might complain along the way, but I’ll always do whatever you want, love,” 

Mmh, almost there, Jungkook thinks.

“So…” Namjoon's voice is nonchalant but his eyes glim. “Can I have my reward now?”

“I guess you earned a small reward,” Jungkook says, his hands going for the button of Namjoon’s pants.

“Small?”

“It took a few tries,” Jungkook undoes his zipper, revealing gray briefs.

“My apology was still better than Hoseok’s.” 

“And that’s why you get a reward at all,” Jungkook winks, hooking his fingers on the waistband of Namjoon’s underwear and pulling them down as he kneels.

Within minutes the green book is on the floor, one of Namjoon’s hands holding onto the shelf in front of him while the other holds Jungkook in place by the hair. He had started gently, caressing Jungkook’s fringe and playing with the loose strands, but now he’s holding on to Jungkook’s ponytail to keep him in place while he fucks his mouth.  Jungkook can barely fit a little more than half his length, but that seems to be enough for the alpha, who pants above him.

The sound of Jungkook’s throat spasming around Namjoon’s cock as he thrusts, saliva on his cheek and trickling on the floor between his legs, his hands inside his pants playing with his little cock. Everything has him on edge, ready to spill, but Namjoon is pulling him back by his ponytail before he can get himself there.

“Close your eyes,” he grunts and Jungkook does it just in time for the alpha to paint his face white.

Jungkook whines, licking whatever he can reach with his tongue. The taste is not particularly attractive, salty, and a little bitter, but it unravels something inside of him and makes him feel accomplished and sated.

“Are you okay, baby?” Namjoon asks, help him stand up. Jungkook feels pins and needles in his legs after too much time kneeling on the floor and his legs give, only Namjoon’s arms keeping him upright. Whenever he lets Namjoon take control he feels so woozy right after. He blinks sleepily, smiling at the alpha. Namjoon chuckles.

“Come, let's shower.”

Jungkook doesn’t want to move, so Namjoon picks him up and throws him over his shoulders like caveman cartoons.

“I’m gonna drip cum on the floor,” Jungkook giggles, covering his face with his hands, body swaying with Namjoon’s steps.

They get to the bathroom and Namjoon undresses him, cleaning his face with his shirt before discarding it. The shower is so big that they wouldn’t have to be close to one another, but that doesn’t stop Namjoon from crowding Jungkook’s space with the excuse of helping him get clean. Although Jungkook doesn’t know how clean he can get when Namjoon keeps touching his cock, making him drip between his legs.

“Can you make me come?” Jungkook asks, whining against Namjoon’s shoulder when the alpha bites close to his scent gland.

“Let’s get out, then.”

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head, leaning against the wall behind him and pulling Namjoon closer. “Now. Here.”

“In the shower?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook says, sucking a bruise on Namjoon’s peck.

The alpha groans, pressing Jungkook harder against the cold tiles.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“Your fingers, and then your cock.”

“I can’t knot you with our friends coming over.”

Jungkook pouts, genuinely disappointed.

“Just a little?” he asks, “Just the tip?”

He tries to keep the cute act but a smirk curves his lips when Namjoon chuckles.

“I’ll try my best.”

“Thank you, alpha,” Jungkook whispers before Namjoon descends into his mouth.

He already feels raw and sensitive, but Namjoon quickly has him panting, slick dripping down his legs.

“How many fingers, baby?”

“Start with two,” Jungkook instructs, head hitting the wall when Namjoon complies, “Yes, just like that.”

Namjoon pulls Jungkook’s right leg up and hooks it on the crook of his elbow, opening him up for his hand.  It's delicious already, Jungkook’s insides tingle from Namjoon’s touch, his hole squeezing him tight.

“Tell me what you want baby,” Namjoon whispers, his cock poking Jungkook’s lower abdomen.

“More,” he pants, body tensing when Namjoon finds his g-spots, “there, there, there.”

“Do you want another finger?”

Jungkook nods, looking up at Namjoon with a pained frown and watery eyes, “Make me come, please.”

Namjoon squeezes a third finger in, digging more insistently into Jungkook’s spots. The omega closes his eyes, whining when Namjoon sets a steady rhythm, fucking him closer and closer to the edge.

“Do you want me to play with your cock?

Jungkook shakes his head now “wanna come just like this.”

Namjoon keeps his pace and Jungkook pulls him closer for a filthy kiss, and whimpers against Namjoon’s mouth when he comes, body shaking.

“More, more,” he’s begging, instantly reaching down between their bodies, getting on his tiptoes to line Namjoon’s cock at his entrance. The alpha bends his knees and pushes all the way in, leaving Jungkook breathless.

“Fuck, baby, so warm.”

He drags out slowly before fucking inside again, a single hard trust that bangs Jungkook against the wall. He does it again, and again, and again until Jungkook digs his nails into his shoulders, annoyed.

“Fuck me properly.”

Namjoon laughs but complies quickly.

“You’re feisty today,” he comments, grabbing Jungkook by the neck and quickening his thrusts. “I needy whore.”

Jungkook is too busy chasing his cock, scratching his back, and doing the most to make Namjoon fuck him harder.

“Slap me,” he asks, “please, slap my face.”

The way Namjoon curses and his cock twitches inside of Jungkook tells him he hit the jackpot. Namjoon lets go of his neck, drags his hand back, and slaps Jungkook across the face.

“Again,” he says. It’s so good, Namjoon’s cock splitting him open, his scent wild and strong with the steam of the shower, his stinging cheek, and the slight disorientation that comes with every hit. “Again.”

“I’m going to leave a mark,” Namjoon warns.

“Good,” Jungkook smiles, feeling feral.

“Filthy omega,” Namjoon grunts.

He presses on Jungkook’s jaw until the omega is forced to open his mouth and then he spits. Saliva lands partially on Jungkook’s face, partially inside his mouth and he moans. He feels like he’s going insane, lost in his desires when Namjoon slaps him again.

Jungkook thinks of the people coming over later and how they’re going to be in a space that has been theirs, he thinks about being back home, alone, in two days. He needs to be marked, a tangible reminder that Namjoon is his.

“Again,” he says, and Namjoon does. The wet noise, the pain, and Namjoon fucking him deep at the same time have Jungkook shaking, coming with a scream. His cunt spasming so hard it pushes Namjoon’s cock out of him.

Jungkook comes down from it and notices that Namjoon is still hard, he didn’t come. He frowns, and his scent sours, he needs Namjoon’s knot, he wants to be full. He vaguely recognizes that his hormones are the ones talking, his heat is getting closer and Jungkook feels needier.

“What’ do you need?”

“I want your knot,” he whines, “please.”

“We can’t, baby.”

The rejection hits so hard that it brings tears to Jungkook’s eyes. Alpha doesn’t want him, doesn’t want to knot him, he’s useless.

“Don’t cry, baby, I’m sorry,”

“Why not?” Jungkook asks, hugging Namjoon tighter against him, his hormones all over the place.

“Because we can’t have our friends over with you sitting on my knot,” Namjoon explains, cupping Jungkook’s face.

“Why not?!” He turns his head and bites Namjoon's shoulder harshly. The alpha hisses and pulls him away, the teeth marks on his skin make Jungkook feel a little better.

“There’s something I wanted to try that might help,” Namjoon says, excitement shining in his eyes, “but we have to go to bed.”

Jungkook sniffles. “Are you sure?”

“No, but we can try,” Namjoon whispers, kissing Jungkook’s forehead.

“Let’s go then.”

Namjoon carries him to bed, lying him down carefully before he pulls a little black box from his bedside table.

“I ordered it after the first time I knotted you,” Namjoon says excitedly.

“A big milestone,” Jungkook chuckles wetly.

“Right?” Namjoon smiles, not noticing Jungkook’s sarcasm.

“And I didn’t want to sound presumptuous—”

“That’s new,” Jungkook interjects.

Namjoon glares at him playfully and sits next to Jungkook on the bed.

“But” he continues, “if you want to feel marked, with can try with this.” he pulls the item out of the bag in shows it to Jungkook. it looks like a middle point between a butt plug and a G-spot stimulator. It has the shape of a G-spot massager but with a small base, not enough to use as a handler. “It’s a plug,” Namjoon explains, “The–the idea is that if someone comes inside you can use this to uhm… keep the seed in for longer.”

During his speech, Namjoon had gone from excited to shy and not being able to meet Jungkook’s eye.

“So, you want to come inside me and then have me use this, plug, in front of our friends? Keep me filled with your come all throughout dinner?” 

For the first time, Namjoon looks embarrassed, face and neck flushed red, but he cannot hide the way his cock is hard with interest, tip wet with precome.

“It was a stupid idea, let me just…”

“It’s hot,” Jungkook says, spreading his legs, “let’s do it.”

Namjoon doesn’t move for a split second, lips parted and eyes between Jungkook’s legs.

“Holy shit, you’re so sexy,” he says, climbing over Jungkook. He kisses him enthusiastically, his hand between their bodies. He thrusts two fingers into Jungkook’s cunt, moving them slowly to get the omega slick flowing.

“So good,” Jungkook moans, opening his legs wider. Namjoon fucks him like that until his hand is soaked, slick dripping between Jungkook’s ass cheeks and staining the bedsheets. When his orgasms come, it’s a slow, overwhelming thing. It wrecks Jungkook’s body deliciously, making him shake and tense, his cunt spasming around Namjoon’s fingers.

“Breathe,” the alpha reminds him and Jungkook gasps for air, lungs burning and his jaw aches. “Ready?”

Jungkook nods and Namjoon lines himself up and trusts inside again. They groan in unison, Jungkook’s body welcoming Namjoon’s cock. It’s unfair how good it feels, not only physically but how his omega instincts settle, how much he needs the alpha close now that his heat is near.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Jungkook cries, eyes welling with tears again in sheer relief.

“I’m not going to last,” Namjoon warns, and Jungkook can feel it in the skin of his knot already swelling against Jungkook’s entrance. It burns and Jungkook is close to his second orgasm just by the thought of Namjoon coming inside.

The alpha pulls back, kneeling on the mattress and pulling Jungkook’s knees on his shoulder before leaning for a kiss, practically folding him in half.

“Ah, ah, fu-uck!” Jungkook pants. Namjoon's hand finds his abandoned cock and he grips it firmly, jerking him off until he’s trashing, coming all over himself.

“Baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Namjoon groans, forcing himself inside Jungkook’s pulsing walls, “so warm, you’re going to make me come.”

“Inside, please, come inside,” Jungkook begs.

“I will,” Namjoon grunts, “Hold your legs.”

Jungkook complies, pulling his knees almost to his ears, giving the alpha enough room to maneuver. Namjoon pulls back, only half of his cock in Jungkook’s cunt, thrusting aborted little movements that catch on his entrance and drive him close to overstimulation. Jungkook watches him with dazed eyes as he plays with his knot, squeezing and massaging.

“Please, alpha,” Jungkook begs, “mark me, fill me up,” he watches as Namjoon's mouth opens, brows furrowed, “I’m you cumdump,” and with that Namjoon groans and Jungkook feels him come inside.

“Yes,” he moans, eyes closed while Namjoon keeps coming and coming. It dribbles out of Jungkook’s cunt and down his ass, white and creamy, the strong smell of alpha and semen quickly taking over the room.

“Don’t move,” the words are shaky but the hand pressing the plug into Jungkook’s cunt it’s firm. It makes more come slide out and Jungkook whimpers.

“It’s, okay, it’s done,” Namjoon soothes him, a finger tracing the outline of the plug and Jungkook’s pussy lips, making him shiver.

“So beautiful, baby.”

He sighs, his hands guiding Jungkook’s legs down into the messy bed. Jungkook looks at Namjoon’s still hard cock and swollen knot.

“Can I give it a kiss?”

Namjoon smiles, “if you want.”

Jungkook nods and pats his chest. Namjoon climbs above him, knees on either side of his head. Jungkook takes his cock in one hand, stroking loosely.

“Shit,” Namjoon grunts, body shaking, but lets Jungkook lick and suck his knot, lap the semen off his cock, and suck the head into his mouth until he can only taste himself in the alpha’s skin. He’s purring contently, nuzzling Namjoon’s cock with his face when the alpha speaks again.

“We need to shower baby; they’ll be here in twenty.”

Jungkook sighs, why did he even think it was a good idea to see other people less than 48 hours before he had to leave?

Chapter Text

When Namjoon comes out of the bathroom, Jungkook takes the quickest shower of his life and dresses in one of Namjoon’s hoodies and his own pants. Afraid of any spills, he puts on a pad and a lot of scent blocker spray over his underwear, just in case. He steps out of the bedroom, and Namjoon snickers at Jungkook’s waddling. He’s organizing an army of delivery bags on the kitchen island. Jungkook stops and looks around.

“What?” Namjoon asks when Jungkook makes a sound.

“You don’t have a dining table.”

“I know,” Namjoon smirks. “You didn’t notice?”

“I… I don’t know how I never saw it.” Jungkook says, walking over.

“I distracted you with my charms,” Namjoon says, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Yeah, right.” he laughs. Jungkook reaches the alpha and hugs his waist, watching the display of food. There’s a little bit of everything, and Jungkook is sure there’s more than enough for all of them.

Jungkook startles when the doorbell rings.

“Namjoon-ah!” Seokjin calls loudly. “Can we come in?”

“Are you decent?” Jimin giggles, and Jungkook is sure he can hear Taehyung laughing in the background.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon and smiles nervously.

“Hopefully it won’t be shit show.”

Jungkook smiles at Namjoon, a little strained and looking for comfort, but all he gets is a snort and a:

“We’ll see.” 

Namjoon laughs when Jungkook scowls, patting his ass before walking away. It’s a soft couple of slaps to his cheek but echoes lightly on the plug, and Jungkook suppresses a shiver. Why the hell did he let Namjoon talk him into this? The alpha opens the doo,r and Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself. He looks around the kitchen, walks a few steps towards the door, returns to the kitchen, and finally stops when he hears Jimin’s voice.

“Shoes on the left and coats on the right,” he instructs, and Hoseok’s voice says something back that he doesn’t catch.

He hurries and finds them all in the little foyer, replacing their shoes with Namjoon’s grey sleepers.

“Awww, that’s adorable,” Jimin coos, looking at Jungkook’s feet. “You never got me cute sleepers.”

He elbows Namjoon before waddling towards Jungkook and hugging him. He sniffs Jungkook's hair while he’s at it and smirks when he pulls away.

“I still have questions for you,” he whispers before waddling into the kitchen.

“Jungkookie!” Taehyung screams, running and hugging him. Jungkook hugs him back, laughing and watching over Taehyung’s shoulder curiously. Hoseok seems engrossed in a conversation with Yoongi. Jungkook and Namjoon connect eyes, and the alpha shrugs.

Jimin ushers everyone inside and towards the kitchen, and Jungkook feels a small pang of annoyance; this is not his space anymore. But then he compliments Jungkook’s nest, recently relocated in the sun-kissed balcony, and Namjoon, standing very close next to him, caresses the back of his hand with Jungkook’s, smiling at him proudly, and it fizzles into nothing.

“We can eat here,” Namjoon says, once they are all around the kitchen island, “or if you’d like, we can sit around the coffee table.”

“Coffee table,” says Yoongi instantly. “Jimin needs the back support.”

While everyone fills their plates, Jungkook finds himself between Hoseok and Taehyung, their mixed scents familiar and soothing.

“Hey, Kookie,” Hoseok says, knocking their hips together. Jungkook smiles and rests his head on his hyung's shoulder. “You look happy.” 

Hoseok shakes his head begrudgingly with a sigh, but Jungkook can tell he’s happy for him.

“I am,” Jungkook smile windens. “He’s…” the love of my life? As close to perfect as it gets? The best fuck I’d ever had? “ everything.”

“You’re so gone,” Taehyung chuckles, still piling his plate with food.

“I don’t like him,” Hoseok says. Fuck. Then, Hoseok hums and gives a reluctant smile, “but I like the way he looks at you.”

Jungkook makes a sound, moved, and hugs the alpha.

“Careful,” Seokjin chimes, coming out of nowhere and taking Jungkook’s plate before he drops food all over the floor.

“ ’ey andso' ’” Taehyung winks, but the gesture is a little less sexy when his mouth is stuffed with bread, cheeks dusted with crumbs.

“Hello?” Seokjin says, looking at him with confusion written on his face.

“You’re very pretty,” Taehyung says, after gulping down his mouthful of bread. “Wanna sit with hyung and me?”

Jungkook watches in amusement as Seokjin's ears turn red in a blink, and Hoseok makes a pained expression.

“Ok,” Seokjin says, faking composure.

Jungkook looks between the three of them, sure that he’s missing something.

“I’m Taehyung,” The alpha offers one hand out, wrist up and smiles, dizzingly handsome. The older omega is a little slow to react, but he hands Jungkook his plate back to graze his wrist with Taehyung, a small smile quirking his lips. “He’s my soon-to-be mate, Hoseok.” The alpha exchanged an embarrassed scent swap with  Seokjin.

Jungkook wants to ask why they are introducing each other again, but there’s something heavy between the other three, and Jungkook rather enjoys being a fly on the wall to a canonic event he doesn’t understand yet.

“A pleasure,” Seokjin says, and now the blush is also tinting his neck red. “You’ve been together for long?” Seokjin asks conversationally, inspecting the food on the table.

“Yeah,” Hoseok nods. “We met in High School.”

“But we’re open if you’re interested,” Taehyung clarifies.

“Uhm… Good to know.”

“Give it a rest, Jagiya,” Hoseok chuckles, finally breaking the tension that Jungkook has been eyeing like a tennis match.

“I don’t mind,” Seokjin says and seems surprised at himself. “It’s cute.”

Jungkook can’t believe he’s watching this unfold from the front row. He wishes he had popcorn. While they keep their strange mating dance, Jungkook looks for Namjoon but finds the two remaining alphas being ordered around by Jimin, who’s directing them on how to create the perfect sitting accommodations for him and his huge pregnant belly. Yoongi looks used to it as he arranges and rearranges pillows and throws following Jimin’s directions, but Namjoon looks confused and mildly annoyed.

As if he can feel Jungkook’s eyes on him, Namjoon looks up and sends him a pleading look. Jungkook breathes out a laugh before throwing him a lifeline.

“Yeobo, come and get your food,” he calls, and suddenly, the room is quiet, and everyone is looking at him. Jimin gasps.

“ Yeobo ,” Taehyung singsongs.

Seokjin starts laughing a loud squeaky sound that makes Hoseok laugh too. Jungkook is blushing furiously, but Namjoon looks smug, satisfied when he approaches him. He kisses the top of Jungkook’s head, taking the plate from his hands.

“Can you help Jimin?” he whispers to Jungkook under all the teasing still going around. “I’ll get our plates.”

Jungkook nods, scurrying away the few steps that separate him from the living room. He seeks refuge in the stoic Yoongi, but even his mouth is open in a surprisingly cute smile, full of pink gum and adorable teeth. Jungkook turns to Jimin, alarmed when he finds him with watery eyes and a wet nose.

“What’s wrong?”

Yoongi sighs. “He cries like four times a day.”

“You guys are so cute,” Jimin sniffles, scratching his forehead, lower lip wobbling. Jungkook goes to hug him, but the omega puts his hands up as a barrier. “If you hug, I’ll cry for real.”

Jungkook nods, taking a step back.

“What do you need?”

“I want support for my lower back and hips,” Jimin explains, “but I don’t want to be completely sitting up. I want to be like lounging, and I need…” Jungkook nods, half paying attention and half feeling compassion for the clearly sleepy alpha beside him.

“Ok,” Jungkook says when Jimin is done. “Why don’t you sit on the couch?”

“Because he wants to be with everyone else.”

“Because I want to be with everyone else.”

Jungkook tries not to laugh when the mated couple speaks at the same time, one whiny and the other flat. He glances to the side and sees Namjoon and the other hovering by the steps, waiting for Jimin to be situated before they find their own places.

“I see.” He kneels on the floor, picking up the things Jimin tells him to and arranging them on the right spot. Yoongi hovers around them, attentively looking while Jungkook works. “Come and try,” Jungkook says once it’s ready.

Yoongi helps him sit down, and Jimin sighs in relief, rubbing his belly.

“Perfect.” he smiles at his mate, and Yoongi smiles back at him. The love in his eyes is so blatant that Jungkook feels like he’s intruding. “Thank you.”

He settles happily, murmuring about the omegan touch and Yoongi mouths thank you .

There’s a moment of chaos while everyone sits in a circle and places their plates and glasses on the coffee table. Jungkook sits between Namjoon and Yoongi, and gasps so loudly everyone stops to look at him.

“Sorry,” Jungkook says, trying too not lock to much like the plug is digging in just right inside of him. “I-uhm-I forgot my phone in the kitchen.”

He goes to stand, and Jimin points at the coffee table. “It’s there, Kook.”

“Oh,” Jungkook laughs awkwardly, and when he leans forward, he twitches. “Thank you.”

He glances at Namjoon, and the alpha’s eyebrows lift knowingly.

“Does anyone want to play some music?” Namjoon suggests, drawing everyone’s attention away from Jungkook.

Yoongi sits next to Jimin, and Taehyung quickly claims the seat on the pupped omega’s free side. Jungkook is not surprised; the alpha loves pups and will probably ask Jimin a million questions. Seokjin is safely sandwiched between Taehyung and Hoseok, which, hilariously —or scarily—, leaves Hoseok on Namjoon’s other side.

Once they get past the awkward get-to-know-you phase, and Seokjin cracks a god awful joke that has Hoseok and Taehyung laughing way too hard for it to be something other than infatuation, Jungkook notices they are loud . They talk over each other constantly, and their voices only get noisier as the drinks flow. As Jungkook expected, Taehyung and Jimin hit it off immediately, and Jungkook feels terrified for everyone’s future.

Taehyung switches attention between his new best friend and romancing Seokjin, which is particularly hilarious for Jungkook to watch. He and Namjoon whisper about it a little, and even Yoongi laughs silently when he spies Seokjin’s red ears and neck. Jungkook is also hyperaware of how Namjoon and Hoseok would tense whenever their arms touched and the absolute perfect politeness with which they talked to each other. It goes like this: 

“May I please have the soy sauce, Namjoon-ssi?”

“Of course, Hoseok-ssi, here you go.”

Then, an awkward pause.

“Jungkook told me you met in college, Hoseok-ssi?”

“Yes,” Hoseok nods. “he shared a History class as freshmen, and we’ve been friends ever since.”

“I’m glad he has friends like you who look after him so fiercely, Hoseok-ssi.”

“I’m glad to be there for him, and I’m sure you are just as protective, Namjoon-ssi.”

It’s like he’s watching the courtship of a Joseon-era couple. He shakes his head, laughing a little, and shifts where he sits, his breath hitching when the plug shifts. God, Jungkook really didn’t think this through. He looks over at Yoongi and Seokjin, waiting for a lull in the conversation to speak.

“I wanted to ask something.” Both men nod before Jungkook continues. “Jimin mentioned it, but I haven’t been able to get proper answers, so I thought I could ask you: What exactly was Namjoon’s search history as a teenager?”

Seokjin and Jimin break into laughter instantly, Jimin falling onto Yoongi’s shoulder for support.

“For fuck’s sake!” Namjoon buries his head in his hands, groaning.

“I’ve got this,” Yoongi says, and proceeds to tell the most unhinged story of all the weird porn Namjoon used to download which included food in odd places, animal noises and, for some reason, Lord of the Rings roleplay.

“We all watched it!” Namjoon protests.

“I never watched your cow porn!” Seokjin defends himself.

Yoongi doubles over himself, tears of laughter running down his cheeks.

“He had… I can’t breathe,” he pants. “He had an Edward Scissor Hands parody but Edwrd had dicks instead of scissors.”

“I remember that one!” Seokjin chimes in. “The best part is when he tried to eat pasta with his penis hands.”

“There was another one of three alphas dressed as pterodactyls having sex with a beta.” Yoongi comments.

Namjoon is wheezing, doubled over with laughter and shame.

“I forgot that one,” he laughs. “The wings… the rubber wings kept flapping.”

They all burst out laughing again. Even Hoseok and Namjoon are less careful with each other.

“Why?” Hoseok asks, looking at Namjoon through tears. “Just… why? Did you get off on that?”

“No,” Namjoon shakes his head. “I don’t even know why.”

The night evolves into telling stories from their past. Like the time Seokjin made Namjoon and Yoongi sleep in the hallway when they were roommates in college because he found them fighting, throwing clothes the omega had just washed and folded. Or how Taehyung tried taking some special coffee to make it through finals two years ago and Hoseok and Jungkook had to bail him out of jail after he tried to climb the fence of a random house because the alpha living there had patted Taehyung’s shoulder in the convenience store and he was now sure that he was pupped and wanted the alpha to take accountability for his actions.

“Oh, his shirt was inside out, and he was also missing a shoe,” Hoseok added.

The clatter of cutlery and soft laughter fills the space, a symphony Jungkook could listen to forever. Yoongi, surprisingly animated, is mid-sentence, gesturing with a chopstick, while Jimin and Taehyung are locked in a silent yet intense battle of who can make the most ridiculous face. Jin, ever the hyung, refills everyone's bowls, his movements smooth and practiced, a warm smile gracing his lips. The air hums with a comfortable energy, a silent understanding that transcends words.

Jungkook’s eyes linger on Hoseok, who is recounting a particularly absurd dance mishap from his 6-to-8-year-old class, his whole body vibrating with mirth. The way Hoseok’s eyes crinkle at the corners and the sheer joy radiating from him is a balm to Jungkook's soul. He’s known Hoseok and Taehyung for years; their bond a constant in his life, a source of unwavering support. But this… this is different.

He feels Namjoon’s thumb gently stroking the back of his hand, a silent reassurance. The warmth of Namjoon’s touch spreads through him, anchoring him in the moment. He watches as Namjoon’s gaze sweeps across the table, a soft, almost paternal, expression on his face. He loves Namjoon for this quiet tenderness, but this gentle pride is something new. It makes Jungkook’s chest ache with a feeling he can’t quite name.

The conversation shifts, moving from lighthearted anecdotes to deeper, more meaningful topics. Jungkook listens intently, absorbing every word and every nuance. He learns about Yoongi’s quiet resilience, Jimin’s unwavering loyalty, and Jin’s boundless empathy. He sees glimpses of a shared history, of struggles overcome and triumphs celebrated. He sees the threads that weave them together, the invisible bonds that make them a family.

As the evening draws to a close and the plates are cleared, a comfortable silence settles over the group. Jungkook leans against Namjoon, his head resting on his shoulder. The scent of sandalwood and rain, Namjoon’s scent, mingles with the sweet, floral notes of the others, creating a unique and comforting aroma. He closes his eyes, and the image of their faces, illuminated by the warm glow of the dining room lights, burns into his memory. This isn’t just a dinner; it’s a promise. A promise of belonging, of acceptance, of love. And Jungkook knows, with a certainty that settles deep in his bones, that he has finally found his home.

“That was nice, right?” Jk asks, later when it’s just him and his alpha. 

“It was,” Namjoon nods, smiling at him. They are in the kitchen, Jungkook washing the dishes and Namjoon drying and organizing them in neat little piles. “I was a little nervous, felt like I was meeting your parents or something,” he chuckles.

“I think my parents are less scary than Hoseok.”

Namjoon nods silently in agreement. They move the living room’s furniture back into place after tidying up the kitchen.

“Leave it there,” Jungkook says when Namjoon walks towards the nest on the balcony. “I like it.” 

So Namjoon flops down on the arranged blankets and pillows instead. He turns to his side, resting his head on one hand, and wiggles his eyebrows, beckoning Jungkook over with a finger. It’s wildly unsexy, but Jungkook finds it cute. He goes giggling, lying on his front next to Namjoon, head on his crossed arms and eyes closed. The alpha throws a leg over Jungkook’s thighs, his hand going to take off the half pony the omega’s hair is in. Jungkook hums, pleasure prickling his scalp when Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair.

“Yoongi and Jimin asked me and hyung to  be Mina’s godfathers.”

Jungkook opens his eyes.

“That is so cute,” Jungkook smiles, looking at Namjoon, who’s looking back at Jungkook with wet, shiny eyes. He coos. “Are you crying? You big sap.”

Jungkook laughs, turning on his side and hugging Namjoon, who hides his head in Jungkook’s shoulders, sniffling quietly. “It’s just… They’re trusting me with their pup…” he sniffs again.

“You’ll be a great godfather" and an amazing dad one day , Jungkook thinks, but bites his lip, not wanting to scare the alpha. He pats Namjoon on the back, trying to soothe him. When the alpha pulls back his nose is very pink. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing his eyes, “just got emotional there for a second, please don’t the Jimin, or Seokjin… And for the love of God, don’t tell Yoongi.”

“I won’t,” Jungkook chuckles. One day, he’ll understand why he and Yoongi behaved the way they did. For no, the image of Namjoon holding a tiny baby with dimples bypasses his brain to mouth filter. “Do you want to have pups someday?” Jungkook asks, feigning disinterest as he shuffles until he’s lying on his front again.

“I’d feel happy either way,” Namjoon shrugs, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.  “It's more of an omega’s decision, isn’t it?” he looks at Jungkook. Fucking hell, why is he actually perfect?  “What about you?” 

“Maybe, I don’t know,” Jungkook says. “I like kids but the idea of one taking so much of my time… There’s so many things I want to do still.”

“Maybe later then.” Namjoon yawns, and Jungkook is surprised by how nonchalant Namjoon is about it.  And how much it sounds like they’ll be together when, or if, Jungkook gets there. “I wanted to ask you a question.”

“About?”

“Are your friends serious?” Jungkook frowns, confused. “About Seokjin-hyung?”

“Oh,” of all the things in the world, Jungkook didn’t see this one coming. “I think they are,” Jungkook recalls from his previous conversations with the alphas. “They’ve even been reading books about poly relationships.”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon pushes, and Jungkook pauses, feeling slightly offended on his friends' behalf.

“If you’re implying that my friends are just messing around, I rather—”

“Wait, wait,” Namjoon begs, raising his hands. “I’m not saying that. It’s just that, Seokjin-hyung… Some stuff about him might deter some people from dating him.”

“What stuff?!” Jungkook asks, now alarmed for his friends.

Namjoon hesitates.

“It’s really not my place to say,” He settles for. “but I’m sure he’ll talk to them if things move forward.”

Now it is Jungkook who’s worried for his friends' hearts. 

“You don’t think things will move forward?”

“You never know with Seokjin,” Namjoon sighs, looking at Jungkook apologetically. “But I think they might be different with them,” Namjoon tries to reassure him, brushing the hair out of his face. “he’s usually… blunt when rejecting alphas.”

That helps a little. Taehyung can be more forgiving, but Hoseok would never let someone be rude to him, much less to Taehyung.

“I hope they figure it out.” Jungkook absentmindedly shuffles closer to Namjoon, the alpha purrs, pulling Jungkook close to him.

“Baby?” he asks, voice soft. Jungkook hums in acknowledgment. “Can I see?”

“See what?” Jungkook yawns, feeling quite cozy in the nest, Namjoon all around like a weighed blanket with a semi hard cock… Huh?

“The toy, baby,” Namjoon reminds him. Jungkook smirks. He was wondering how long it would take for him to ask.

“Okay,” he agrees, yawning again. Namjoon eagerly pulls away from him, reaching for his waistband. “Not here,” Jungkook argues, swatting Namjoon’s hand away. “It’s going to be a mess.”

Namjoon smiles, his scent getting spicier by the second.

“I’m counting on that.” He reaches between their bodies again, and Jungkook slaps his hand away.

“Not in my nest.”

“Fine,” Namjoon sighs, getting up and pulling Jungkook with him. “Bend over.” 

He pulls the omega towards the living room, instructing as much as he manhandles him into position over the arm of the couch. Jungkook goes willingly, heartbeat already accelerated in his chest, the fullness of his pussy now impossible to ignore.

Namjoon guides him on stepping out of his sleepers, socks, pants, and underwear. Makes him support one of his knees on the couch and makes Jungkook spread his ass with his own hands.

“Open your mouth.” Jungkook does so, and Namjoon rucks up his shirt, pushing the seams into his mouth, “bite.” Jungkook obeys. Now the upholstery of the couch digs into his belly. and his chest is exposed. Namjoon takes teasing fingers to Jungkook’s nipple,  whines.“If you make any noise, we stop playing, ok?”

Jungkook nods. 

“Good.”

Like this the alpha has easy access to every single sensitive spot on Jungkook’s body. Thighs, neck, chest, cunt, cock and ass on display and accessible. When Namjoon groans, tapping the purple toy, Jungkook spasm, hips bucking.

“Don’t move,” Namjoon warns.

 Jungkook takes deeps breaths, trying to steady himself, but it’s almost impossible when he can feel Namjoon’s hot exhales in the back of his thigh, a single finger tracing his pussy lips; swollen and stretched around the toy. Jungkook wants to tell him to just pull it out, but he won’t. 

He might whine and plead, curse or cry, but he’s a very big fan of moments like this, when Namjoon does as he pleases and bosses him around. There’s a tranquility that comes with letting someone you trust make all the decisions. The always vigilant part of Jungkook’s brain shuts up, and he can just exist, following instructions and knowing that Namjoon will always be there if he slips.

He feels Namjoon’s thumbs on his lips, opening his cunt even more.

“You’re leaking, baby,” Namjoon speaks casually, like he’s telling Jungkook about his day. “My come and your slick are about to burst out of this greedy pussy.” 

A singular finger slides alongside the toy, and Jungkook wants to wail but remembers Namjoon’s instructions. Instead he digs his fingers into his asscheeks. He feels a lonelY drop of wetness make it’s way out of his hole, tickling through Jungkook’s sensitive cunt and down the length of his cock.

“Beautiful,” Namjoon breaths before Jungkook feels him kissing the back of his thigh, slowly making his way up from Jungkook’s knee, to his ass, softly biting the skin next to his finger; then his tongue is licking the tight furl of muscle of Jungkook’s rim, circling until saliva trickles down to his cunt. He moves lower, sucking his pussy lips, playing around, getting him even wetter and squirmy. He takes his time until Jungkook can’t hold his head, and it drops onto the couch seat. His legs are shaking, thoughts a fuzzy mess of alpha and please , and more . He’s drooling, the shirt in his mouth soaked

“I’m going to pull it out, okay?” he warns, and Jungkook’s mind is half-gone, the words senseless and far away. Namjoon starts to pull the toy out, and the reality of what’s about to happen pulls Jungkook back into his body. He looks over his shoulder, a little alarmed. Namjoon looks feral, almost as out of his body as Jungkook feels. The plug starts to come out, and the curved end drags against Jungkook’s g-spot, making him moan. Jungkook's eyes widen, and he looks back at Namjoon, but the alpha seems oblivious, his attention zeroed on what he's doing.

He finally slides the plug completely out, and Jungkook hears, as much as feels, come and slick coming out of him and splattering on the floor. It's an innocent noise; it could be any liquid, but the fact that it is what it is makes Jungkook's face burn with shame.

“So filthy,” Namjoon groans and Jungkook can smell how turned on he is. “you really are my cum dump.” 

There's a wet solid splatter, and Jungkook pictures Namjoon throwing the plug on the floor. Two fingers are easily fucked into Jungkook, but not for his pleasure, even if the intrusion makes him squirm and push his hips back. The omega feels them slide and prod around, coaxing more come and slick to trickle to the floor. He starts thrusting more purposefully, and every time he presses over Jungkook’s G-spot, he jumps, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Namjoon pulls his fingers out and Jungkook hears his belt and zipper coming undone, his pants hitting the floor and suddenly he's curled over Jungkooks back, cock pushing in to the hilt at once. He lets go of his ass, hands trying to find purchase as Namjoon pushes him into the couch.

“A-ah!” Jungkook moans, shirt falling out of his mouth. Namjoon fucks him languidly. groaning deep and long. Jungkook can’t do much more than stare at the pattern of the couch, quivering with every thrust, breathing harshly as Namjoon pulls him on his cock like a ragged doll, his little cock swinging uselessly with the movements. Jungkook can tell the alpha won’t need much, his knot catching at his entrance.

“I know you were nervous, but fuck baby, I've been thinking about this all night,” 

If Jungkook could breathe, he would laugh, but as it is, he can barely gasp for air, trying to hold on to the surface of the couch cushions while Namjoon keeps thrusting. 

“I’m almost there,” the alpha pants and his knot dragging almost painfully on Jungkook’s sensitive hole sends him into a shivering orgasm. 

“Yeah,” Namjoon groans. “So ready to milk my cock.”

Jungkook's arms give out with his orgasm, and he falls deeper onto the couch, face smushed against the surface. It only takes a few minutes for Namjoon to come, knot locking inside. It triggers a second, more violent orgasm that ripples through Jungkook, sparking euphoria reaching the edges of his consciousness. It only becomes more vicious when Namjoon finds his little cock and strokes it until he comes again, ripping a pained moan out of Jungkook.

He’s shaking, boneless when Namjoon moves them, trying to find a more comfortable position on the couch without distrubing his knot.

“Shit.” He grunts when he slips on the wet floor, and the movement pulls painfully at Jungkook’s walls. “Sorry. I didn’t think this through.”

Jungkook only smiles weakly and lets him do all the work. Namjoon finally manages to arrange them on the couch, on their sides, Jungkook’s head on his arms.

“Wanna ‘leep,” Jungkook mumbles.

“Then sleep, love.”

“Don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” Namjoon chuckles.

Jungkook wakes up to the sun on his eyelids. He’s on the nest in the balcony, naked and carefully wrapped in blankets. He looks inside and sees Namjoon talking on the phone, frowning and clenching his jaw as he sets breakfast for two on the counter.

Jungkook gets out of the nest carefully, his legs still wobbly, and makes his way toward the alpha with a blanket carefully wrap around him to preserve his dignity. Namjoon spots him and smiles, cutting off his call before Jungkook can hear anything.

“Morning, Love,” he says, opening his arms for Jungkook to walk into. He hugs the omega close and Jungkook can smell the frustration and annoyance.

“Work stuff?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon heaves a long sigh. “I’ll have to really get back to it on Monday.”

Jungkook nods. He should do the same, even if it’s the last thing he wants.

He’s still too sleepy to protest when Namjoon sits him on the kitchen island, feeding him while he cleans up the mess on the couch from the night before. Jungkook blushes and tries to apologize when he sees Namjoon kneeling on the floor, scrubbing semen and slick off his couch, but he just waves him off.

“Please, it was awesome.”

Throughout the day, Jungkook is painfully aware that he has to return home at some point. He needs to be back at the office tomorrow, and he knows Namjoon must feel the same, given how they spend almost every single second glued to each other. It is not even sexual; Jungkook feels more than satisfied. Every time he sits he feels the memory of Namjoon inside him, delicious pain in his cunt, it’s just the need to be close to the alpha.

“What is going to happen now?” Jungkook asks, pulling back from a kiss. when they are both in Namjoon’s bed, Jungkook straddling Namjoon’s lap.

“I wanted to talk to you about that.” The alpha looks down, playing with Jungkook’s hands to buy time. “Something is going on that I can’t tell you about yet.” Jungkook feels dread start to build in the pit of his stomach. He knows it’s evident on his face, in his scent, when Namjoon looks up at him with worry. “It doesn’t change what I want or what I feel. I love you…”

“I love you too,” Jungkook whispers, the words tasting like desperation in his mouth.

“I want us to go on real dates, have a real relationship without a contract or whatever else on the way. Do you still want that?”

Jungkook nods. Why does his throat itch?

“The Kang case, and this… thing that I’m involved it. They are going to take up a lot of my time. I need things to go right, so it won’t weigh over us when we meet again.”

“Meet again?” Jungkook asks. Every word coming out of Namjoon’s mouth pushes him a little closer to panic.

“I’m so sorry, but I won’t be able to see you at all for a while,” Namjoon explains. “Once I take care of what I need to take care of, I’ll come find you, and you’ll have to use bear maze to keep me away from you.”

Jungkook tries to smile, but it feels like a wet grimace. When did he start crying?

“Will it be long?”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon admits. “Could be just a couple of weeks or a month—”

“A month?” Jungkook breathes in, unsteady. He doesn’t want to be selfish but, “my heat…”

“I know.” Namjoon looks as miserable as Jungkook feels. “I want to be there for you in any capacity, and I’ll do everything in my power to make it happen, but I don’t want to promise you something I might not be able to give you.”

“I don’t like this.” Jungkook wipes tears from his eyes, glaring at Namjoon.

“I don’t either, baby,” he looks long and hard at Jungkook, his eyes scanning all over his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I didn’t want to make you sad.” Namjoon holds Jungkook’s hand harder. “Do you trust me?” 

He looks so vulnerable, even more scared than Jungkook.

“Of course.”

“I promise I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t need to.”

There’s a long pause.

“I know.” Jungkook hugs Namjoon, feeling defeated. The alpha squeezes him back hard. “I’ll wait for you.”

Jungkook agrees to spend the night, and Sejin will drive him home in the morning when he takes Namjoon to work. That way, they can spend a few more precious hours together. They spend the rest of the night in bed, kissing and talking. It feels so good, so normal, that Jungkook feels a little ashamed of his previous reaction. It’s just a few weeks away, and they’ve just known each other for a few weeks, too. It’ll be okay.

They make dinner side by side and shower together, and Namjoon makes love to him again. With slow and delicate caresses, praises whispered against Jungkook's lips that bring tears to his eyes again, but in the next breath, he’s making Jungkook laugh, feeling lighter than ever in his life. It’s going to be fine.

They don’t sleep, and when morning comes, Namjoon helps Jungkook pack his bags and gives him a second bag full of clothes with his scent. Jungkook can already see in which spots in his nesting room they’ll be.

They kiss so much while he helps Namjoon pick a suit and put it on that Jungkook’s mouth feels raw. He dresses in Namjoon’s hoodie and joggers and sits practically on top of him on the couch. Even Sejin is far from his usual cheery self. They arrive at Jungkook’s flat first.

“Do you want to come up for a little?” Jungkook asks when Namjoon is helping him with his bags, the alpha winces.

“I can’t, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No worries,” Jungkook smiles. “The quicker you go to work, the quicker you’ll come to me, right?”

“Exactly,” Namjoon nods.

They hug again, and Namjoon gives him a kiss that is definitely not for a sidewalk on a busy Monday morning, but Jungkook couldn’t care less.

“I love you,” he says against Namjoon’s mouth, and it feels like a promise.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook makes his way inside his apartment, dropping the bags on the floor and toeing his shoes off. He trusts Namjoon. He trusts their bond and his words. Namjoon said things are going to be okay, so they would be okay.

Then why does Jungkook have this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach?

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When Jungkook arrives at the office Jimin is not there. He sighs, dropping his bag on the floor and sitting in his cubicle, feeling pitiful and sorry for himself. He knows he’s exaggerating, but he can’t help but feel lonely. He clicks away on his computer, checking emails that have been sitting there for a month until his boss calls him over.

“Care to explain why Kim Namjoon is rescinding our services?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest. 

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out, Sir.” 

Jungkook completely forgot about that. He and Namjoon had agreed that Namjoon would fire him so they could adequately date. “I’ll finish my report as soon as possible so it can be used to train new scenters for Mr. Kim.”

Just saying that makes anger flare up Jungkook’s neck like a heat wave, but it is what it is.

“You are not getting it, kid,” Mr. Yang sighs, rubbing his face. “Kim Namjoon has ended his contract with the company. He no longer requires our services.”

Jungkook pauses.

“What? Why?”

“That’s what I want to ask you .” Yang tilts his head to one side, eyeing Jungkook over the frame of his glasses. Shit , Namjoon didn’t warn him about this. “We got this email,” he raises his glasses and looks at his computer screen, clearing his throat before he starts reading:

“To whomever it my interest in Take a Breath :

I’ll start by expressing my sincere gratitude for your employees' outstanding service over the past 7 years. Your team's dedication has been instrumental, and more often than not, the sole reason for my continued engagement with the company for the last almost 10 years. Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook are very valuable workers, especially in a company as lacking in almost every aspect as Take a Breath , and I expect the appropriate recognition of their abilities. Nonetheless, I’ll be rescinding from your services. Given some developments in the past months, I’ll be working with a private contractor moving forward. 

I assure you that Jeon Jungkook has been nothing short of the perfect companion for what I expect no retaliation on your worker due to losing a client. Rest assured that I will find out if he’s wrongfully blamed or punished for my decisions and I’ll make sure to react accordingly.

Greetings, Kim Namjoon.”

Mr. Yang leans back in his chair, even his prominent bell is glaring at Jungkook, whose face might as well be stuck in a grimace for the rest of his life. Fuck you, Namjoon, seriously.

"Why am I being threatened by Kim Namjoon, Jungkook-ssi?"

Jungkook feels flustered and slightly turned on by the veiled threat and Namjoon’s honestly rude email, but he supposes that when you’re rich and powerful you can be that bold. Mr. Yang laces his fingers over his glaring belly, still looking at Jungkook.

“... Well?”

Jungkook swallows, what can he even say?

“I had no idea he would do that,” he mumbles, how eloquent.

“I see…” Mr Yang sighs. “Look, kid . I don’t know what you did but I have to be… nice. So, there’s another client for you to meet next week. Just don’t make them leave too, okay?”

“I’ll try,” Jungkook chuckles awkwardly but Mr. Yang's dead glare tells him it’s not the right thing to do. He schools his face quickly. “I am so sorry, Sir.”

“Get to work,” Yang says. “before I regret keeping you.”

Jungkook bows and scurries away, heart pounding in his chest. He has so many thoughts. His possessive side is pleased Namjoon feels like he doesn’t even need a scenter anymore, but at the same time, he feels guilty for causing the company trouble and annoyed that Namjoon didn’t warn him about it. Jungkook pulls his phone out and finds Namjoon’s chat.

Rescinding Take a Breath services? Couldn’t have warned me before I faced the wolves?

He waits a few minutes, and when Namjoon doesn’t answer, he puts his phone away. He can’t sit around waiting for him; he has a lot to do.

Jungkook occupies himself as best as he can, he really has a lot of backdated work. But writing the report is hard, he has to think of how to translate into corporate language the two weeks spent with Namjoon. How is he supposed to say that on Wednesday he came so many times he cried? Jungkook thinks for a few minutes before typing:

Performance exceeded all expectations. The execution was flawless, achieving many successful completions within a compressed time frame. While the associated emotional release was unexpected, it did not impact the initiative’s overall success.

Jungkook rereads the paragraph and giggles before deleting it. What a waste of time. He glances at the drawer where he stored his phone, his fingers practically itching to reach inside. Then, he violently turns his head towards his computer. NO.

He closes the report for now, and he’ll come back to it later. Instead, Jungkook decides to finish going through his emails. The most recent one concerns his potential new client—oh, a couple.

Moon-Byulyi. Beta, 31 years old. He goes through her profile. She seems nice. The other half of his new client is Ahn Hye-jin. Alpha, 28 . He’s supposed to meet them next week. He pulls out his notebook and opens it to a new blank page, getting to work. Writing down and color-coding everything he thinks it’s important from the couple takes him almost the entire day and Jungkook feels accomplished after only checking his phone six times during the workday.

Being at home is something else entirely. Just a few minutes after he arrives he leaves again. He goes to the gym and works out until his face is red and his arms shake when he tries to move hair out of his eyes. That night Jungkook gets in and checks his phone one last time. His message to Namjoon is marked as seen but he gets no text back.

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Jungkook wakes up the next few days feeling completely disoriented. His room is too warm but the bedsheets don’t feel hot enough. The scent around him is all wrong, he keeps jerking awake throughout the night, and when he rolls over, searching, he finds nothing. It’s stupid, really, how his eyes water at the side of his empty bed. It must be his hormone s, he reasons.

His days at work pass slowly, especially since Jimin doesn’t come in for the rest of the week. Jungkook keeps second-guessing if they are actually friends if it would be weird to text him and ask why he is not coming. Ultimately he decides against it, too shy to assume anything. 

It’s Jimin who video-calls him on the weekend and explains that he’ll be home for the rest of his pregnancy, but Jungkook can come and visit whenever he wants. He sounds anxious but he waves off Jungkook’s offer of a listening ear.

“Just normal stuff, don’t worry about it. I just want to meet her already.” Jimin looks around before leaning in, whispering, “The doctor advised reduced mobility, and Yoongi took that as fucking bed rest, I’m about to crawl on the ceiling.”

Jungkook chuckles, even when Jimin wants to go for annoyed, his eye-roll only comes off as endearing. He lets Jimin distract him for a while, and when they say goodbye is with the promise of Jungkook visiting soon. When Jimin asks him if he’ll come with Namjoon he can only say, “Maybe” and try to smile.

When he’s not home or at the gym, Jungkook struggles and feels stupid for doing so. How did he get so dependent so quickly? His emotions are all over the place and more often than not he feels aggravated by the smallest things. His house annoys him, his coworkers are too loud, and the food is shit. On Sunday night he cries watching Physical 100, and he fluctuates between blaming his hormones and blaming Namjoon.

He texts the alpha a couple of times, just asking how he’s doing or telling him a little anecdote about his day. The little seen  appears every time, but he doesn’t get a text back. It’s okay , Jungkook tells himself, Namjoon did say he would be super busy. They are okay.

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The next week Jungkook is an anxious mess before his meeting with his new possible clients. He got their scent samples the previous week and they were nice enough, but he’s pretty sure it won’t be the same as scent swapping in person. He’s meeting them in the late afternoon, so he spends much of his day going over his notes and coming up with possible game plans. He only realizes he missed lunch when his coworkers come back and Soobin approaches.

“Hey,” he waves over the partition between cubicles. “Did you have lunch? Want me to get you something?”

“I forgot,” Jungkook sighs, leaning back a little in his chair. That has happened frequently in the last two weeks and Soobin, sweet as can be, noticed and has taken it upon himself to remind Jungkook. “It’s okay though. I’ll get something and stretch my legs later.”

When Soobin leaves, Jungkook texts Namjoon’s empty chat.

I’m meeting the couple today. I’m so nervous I forgot lunch again. How’ve you been?

He waits a few seconds, but when the chat remains predictably one-sided he throws his phone in his desk drawer, focusing back on work. It’s almost an entire hour before Jungkook gets up again, thinking of a quick snack before he uses the company’s showers and gets ready. He’s ruffling through the contents of the snack bar when Soobin finds him again.

“Sunbaenim, there’s a delivery for you.”

“For me?”

Soobin nods, locating his mug under the coffee machine. “They have your full name and everything.”

Confused, Jungkook walks to the reception desk where a delivery man is arguing with the receptionist.

“I’ve been instructed to deliver this to Jeon Jungkook personally.”

Poor Mrs. Lee looks exhausted, running a hand over her wrinkly forehead. “Sir, you can’t go inside. Leave it here and I’ll make sure to get it to him.”

“You don’t get it.” the deliverer insists with no signs of backing down. “I need to give the bag to Mr. Jeon personally. This is him, see?” He waves his phone on Mrs. Lee's face, who looks three seconds away from biting his fingers off. 

“Hello?” Jungkook intervenes.

“Mr. Jeon,” the delivery man bows deeply and Jungkook is even more confused. He has never seen this man in his life. “Mr. Kim instructed me to deliver this to your hands only.”

He presents Jungkook with a brown paper bag. Jungkook peeks inside and finds a few familiar containers, he can practically taste the chicken nuggets and fries. His chin gobbles. He’s not going to cry.

“I’ve also been instructed to inform you have been added to Mr, Kim’s meal plan.”

“What?”

The delivery means reciting his words quickly, out of memory, and matter-of-factly. “You’ll be receiving two meals every weekday, delivered to your address of preference. Please, let us know if you need also weekends.”

Jungkook is speechless. This stupid alpha, he’s so in love with him.

“Thank you,” Jungkook says, voice watery as he hugs the paper bag closer to his body. The delivery man looks at him awkwardly.

“It’s our job, sir,” he bows. “There’s a card inside with our contact information.”

Jungkook nods, watching the man walk away. He exchanges a look with Mrs. Lee, who smiles at him cheekily.

“Someone bagged a good, provider ome.” She winks. Jungkook feels somewhere between elated and extremely sad. “I’m glad, you’re a sweetheart.” She winks.

Jungkook goes to the break room, finds an empty corner for himself, and happily eats his nuggets and fries. It’s a quiet gesture, a whispered I love you, I’m still thinking about you. I miss you , that hugs Jungkook’s heart and makes him yearn. He’s not sure if he wants to go back to their little time pocket or move forward until he can finally see him again. In the meantime, he’ll wait and try to keep himself composed, or as much as he can, considering his hormonal state, and, well, he might just be needy.

Feeling a little appeased, Jungkook focuses on getting ready to meet his new clients. Preparation is much easier than with Namjoon, he doesn’t even need a checklist. Getting ready for these new clients is showing Jungkook just how insane Namjoon’s list of requirements was. He smiles as he walks to the bathroom. He’s such a fuzzy thing when you actually stop to think about it. Jungkook uses the showers and dressing rooms and doesn’t even have time to be stressed before his ride is there.

This time it’s a sedan, smaller than Namjoon’s SUV but looking just as expensive and Jungkook is reminded that most of the Take a Breath clients are wealthy people. Taking into consideration how pricey the services of a scenter are it should be obvious, but Jungkook can’t help but mind the financial gap.

The passenger window rolls down and a pretty woman with shiny red lipstick waves at him enthusiastically.  Ahn Hyejin. Jungkook stumbles, all his forgotten nerves catching up to him. He spies Moon Byul-yi in the driver's seat, smiling at him. Oh, no, Why are they here? When they said they’d send a driver Jungkook assumed it would be like Sejin, and he planned to go over his notes in the car.

But Hyejin is getting out of the car, grinning with sky-high cheekbones and perfect hair.

“Jungkook-ssi, right?” she waves him over, hugging him lightly before opening the backseat door for him and ushering him inside. “Unnie, look at him! He’s so cute.”

“Hello, Hyejin-ssi, Byul-yi-ssi,” Jungkook bows politely before stepping into the car.

“Hi! Jungkook-ssi, and please, noona is fine.” Byul-yu smiles, and Jungkook finds endearing the way her nose scrunches up when she smiles.

“Me too!” Hyejin jumps in, “It's going to be nice to be someone's elder, I’m so excited.”

Hyejin puts on music with her phone and quickly starts a monologue where she introduces herself and her mate. They’ve been together almost 10 years, known each other since they were kids. They like the idea of having an omega scenter because, according to Byul-yi, he can balance and help settle their scents. Also, apparently, they both love nests but lack the dedication or instincts to make proper ones.

“Uhm, are noona’s always going to pick me up?” Jungkook asks in a lull in the conversation.

“If we can, yes!” Byul-yi nods. “We think it is better this way, we can form a better bond.”

Jungkook only nods back.

Their house is cute and cozy, with an eclectic decoration that tells Jungkook they pick the pieces themselves. The scent test is quick and easy, he rubs a wrist against each of them for a few seconds before they smell their combined scents. Jungkook feels like he’s intruding when they look at each other, long and almost unblinking when they switch to smelling each other’s wrists. There must be some kind of mated telepathy he is missing because out of nowhere they both smile and Byul-yi gives a satisfied nod. And just like that Jungkook has new clients.

Working for Byul-yi and Hyejin is odd in a way Jungkook didn’t expect it to be. He’s starting to figure out how a relationship between a scenter and their client actually works. He was always too ashamed to ask Jimin about his and Namjoon's relationship and his own… peculiar bond with Namjoon was not exactly the best reference.

He cooks with them, plays games, watches TV, and sometimes just sits in the same room. He makes a couple of nests, one in the main bedroom and one in the movie room. He feels a little shy at first with the both of them attentively looking, and ooh- ing and aah- ing with everything Jungkook does. They are so grateful with the nests that they give Jungkook a big enough tip big enough for him to invite his friends to dinner that week.

He gets to know them better each day and feels comfortable and cared for. He loves watching their dynamic. 

Even though Hyejin is the alpha, and loves to tease and make Byul-yi flustered, it is obvious that the beta is the leader of the pack , as the ajhumas say. She directs Hyejin's puppy energy with a firm but loving hand, and it kind of reminds Jungkook of how Hoseok helps Taehyung focus. The women’s dynamic also makes Jungkook wonder how he and Namjoon balance each other; if it's as obvious to outsiders that they belong together as it is for Jungkook when he looks at his friends.

They are also incredibly domestic. Watching them cook, walking around each other in the kitchen, or simply setting up for a movie night, it’s obvious that they’ve always been together and how deeply they love each other.  It’s cute, but it also pulls at Jungkook’s heartstrings painfully.

Lovesickness aside, being with them it’s so easy and simple that Jungkook wonders how things got so messy so quickly with Namjoon, considering the oddest thing the noonas had asked him to do is scent a few items before they leave on a weekend trip.

“Scent… pillows and blankets?” he asks.

“Do you think we should scent a couple of hoodies too? For the plane?” Hyejin asks, looking pensive as she shuffles the pillows in her arms.

“If you want to, sure,” Jungkook shrugs, a little lost.

“You didn’t scent your last client’s stuff?” Byul-yi asks. “How did things work with him?”

Jungkook immediately blushes and Hyejin gasps, Byul-yi looking at him with wide eyes.

“Please don’t tell the agency,” Jungkook begs and the couple breaks into giggles.

“Of course not, silly,” Hyejin waves him off.

“This is a regular thing to do,” Byul-yi explains, “ but it always depends on what the scenter is comfortable doing.”

“I am comfortable,” Jungkook assures, determined to do this for them. “Gimme, noona.” 

“Demanding pup,” Byul-yi chuckles, holding his blanket out for Jungkook to take.

On the bright side, Jungkook is busy with Byul-yi and Hyejin, working out and going out with his friends, he even goes and visits Jimin a few times. The bad side is that as days pass he doesn’t hear from Namjoon, not even once. He doesn’t answer when Jungkook calls, he doesn’t text back. The omega considers showing up at Namjoon’s place but ultimately decides against it. He trusts him, right? Namjoon loves him, he wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t necessary.

But knowing that doesn’t make things easier. Jungkook feels tired and moody and the more his heat symptoms show the sadder he feels. Two weeks after he last sees Namjoon, his friends and even Jimin stop mentioning him around Jungkook. There’s no explanation from the soon-to-be parents, no I told you so from Hoseok; there’s only worry in their eyes, and it gets close enough to pity to make Jungkook feel worse, so he pulls away. He barely answers texts, and rejects invitations to go out or for them to come to his house. He doesn’t want to be looked at with condescending eyes and down-turned lips. When he hits the three weeks mark he stops texting Namjoon, only keeping the chat to scroll through their messages until he can recite them with his eyes closed, just to feel a little less lonely.

One month and a half later he sees in the news that Namjoon won the case. It’s a short clip of him getting into a car with that awful alpha. His heart flutters at the sight of his side profile and tense shoulders. God, he misses his alpha so much . Jungkook fishes his phone from his blankets and texts him a congratulations elated that it’s finally over. 

The next day, there’s no answer and Jungkook cries so much that he can barely keep his eyes open. 

He needs to get up and make himself presentable, he has a session with the noonas and God, and he needs affection, especially from people who don’t look at him like he’s going to break any second. He just needs a nap. But when Jungkook wakes up he can’t get out of bed, his skin is hot and sweaty, his hips tight and he feels like crying again.

His heat has come, and he’s alone.

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As any other heat, it’s annoying but manageable the first day. The first thing he does is text his friends. He’s sweaty and dizzy and just wants to shower and go back to bed, but knows that if he doesn’t get the logistics done right now he won’t be able to later and will make everything worse.

It’s a little hard to keep up with the conversation, but he gets it done.  Taehyung and Hoseok promptly offer to come over, they’ve done it before, just to scent his house and a few blankets for his nests, enough to get Jungkook through it when he doesn’t feel like contacting Mingyu, his usual heat partner, or booking a heat motel, but the thought of having someone that is not Namjoon over makes hIM feel sick. So he tells them he’ll be fine, he even throws a couple of emojis in there to make it look normal. Still, Hoseok asks him if Namjoon will be over to help, Jungkook debates if he should lie, but he ends up just texting:

idk

There’s no response after that, which surely means Taehyung is trying to stop Hoseok from going big bad alpha on the world.

Next, he emails his boss and considers letting Jimin know but decides against it. He’s about to pop, no need to stress him out. Then he goes to Namjoon’s contact. The fact that he has to scroll almost all the way down is bad enough, but actually opening the chat and seeing the string of read but unanswered texts makes a dull ache throb in his chest.

He hesitates, fingers hovering over the screen. Is it worth it? He’s not here, he won’t be here and Jungkook has felt increasingly angry. Stupid fucking alpha. But then his weak, weak heart thinks about the previous month, the quiet love in his eyes and hands. He has to trust Namjoon, even if it’s hard. Especially if it’s hard.

I need you , he types, then deletes and starts over. Don’t make me have my heat alone , please. Deletes again.

He types and deletes over and over again, every try takes ages. Jungkook is slow in body and mind. He doesn’t want to pressure Namjoon, to make him feel bad but Jungkook doesn’t want to spend his heat without him, doesn’t want to pretend like it’s fine.  It shouldn’t be this hard, shouldn’t feel like he can’t breathe because Namjoon is not there. He has had heats for 10 years, for fucks sake, it shouldn’t hurt this much. But it does, it hurts in his chest and cramps his lower belly, feels like a heavy, burning weight settled on his shoulders and it can either burn him alive or crush him to death.

So he’s honest, as honest as he’s comfortable being without feeling manipulative.

My heat is here. I miss you. 

He waits until the read text appears, then locks his phone, knowing there won’t be an answer. He gets up from his nest for the first time and sways on his feet. He goes around his apartment, leaning on the wall for support, and he feels disgusting, slick already soaking his underwear. Jungkook stocks the small fridge in his nesting room with treats and drinks, makes sure there are enough towels in the bathroom and fixes his nest. He tries to make it extra comfortable, knowing how miserable he’ll feel later.

He’s just put his phone to charge when the cramps start to worsen. He crawls his way into the nest, a black fog clouding his mind. He kicks his pants off, joggers already stained with slick and underwear completely soaked through. His cock is hard and his cunt drips steadily, throbbing when he unceremoniously shoves three fingers inside himself. He strokes and fucks at the same time, harsh and fast, wanting to get it over with. When he comes, a few minutes later, it’s a bitter relief. 

His skin is grimm and he feels even dirtier now. He takes his shirt off and wipes his tears before he cleans the come on his stomach and the slick between his legs, and throws the soiled fabric towards the door, curling into a pathetic ball and willing himself to sleep.

He only manages a light, fitful slumber. That kind of sleep during which you are still aware of everything happening around you but your body is unable to react, leaving you confused and feverish. He wakes up hot and needy like his skin is stretched too tight over his bones. He rubs himself against a pillow until he climaxes again. 

His heat is still small waves of want that come and go, easily placated by his hand and fingers. Jungkook’s still able to tell time passing and to shower and eat between fitful sleep and self-pleasuring. It’s mostly lying around and feeling sorry for himself. The expectation of Namjoon showing up hangs heavy over his head, but with each passing hour of loneliness and silence, he gets sadder, more anxious. Even though he logically knows that’s not the case, the more he sinks into his heat, the more he feels like he’s being punished, the harder it is to think logically, and his mind starts to make circles around all the ways he could’ve failed the añpha, until he’s too exhausted to move, to think or even cry, and falls asleep for good.

Then he wakes up in the middle of the night and has to make himself come four times to feel like he’s not burning up from the inside out. It still hurts more than he feels relief.  Jungkook loses track of time and all sense of awareness of himself and his surroundings. He doesn’t know what time it is, how long he has slept or when was the last time he ate. 

The heat isn't just a want, lust-filled need that makes him present and nest and eat. It's a feverish inferno scorching Jungkook from within. Every breath feels like inhaling fire, and his skin burns even under the lightest touch of fabric. He can’t get comfortable in his nest and feels too weak to get up and change, his aching muscles protest with every movement, a constant reminder of the primal, neglected urge coursing through him. He wants Namjoon, he needs alpha.

The few seconds of relief he feels with each orgasm he painfully rips out of his body are quickly replaced by a crushing loneliness. Tears well up in his eyes, blurring his vision, or maybe he was already crying, maybe he had not stopped since the pain began. Pangs of longing echo in his chest, a yearning for a connection that feels heartbreakingly out of reach. Alpha, where is alpha? The potent scent of his own pheromones disgusts him because it means he’s alone, he’s unwanted.

He comes to himself an unknown amount of time later, prompted by the incessant ringing of his phone. He picks it up begrudgingly, hands sticky and shaky.

“Kook, finally! Sweetheart, we've been so worried! How are you?”

He knows that voice, it sounds like butter popcorn and sleepy cuddles.

“Hobi?” his voice is harsh and he starts coughing, throat parched.

“Yes, baby, it’s me, I’m with Taetae. How are you holding up?” 

Baby…

It stirs something in him and Jungkook sits up a little, frowning and trying to understand why one word screams louder.

“Alpha?”

It’s a sad little hopeful sound and he holds his breath.

“I— uhm,”

It’s not alpha, Jungkook knows it. His eyes water and he slumps back on the nest.

“Where’s alpha?” he sniffles, vision blurry.

“I don’t know, Kookie, I’m sorry.”

“I want him.” he’s crying now, the tears making paths down his cheeks. Jungkook holds his chest with his free hand like he can keep himself whole like this, trying to cover the cracks that let the pain inside.

“I—I know. He doesn’t…”

There’s a pause. He doesn’t want him, Jungkook gets it now, alpha doesn’t want him and it hurts so bad.

“Alpha doesn’t want me,” he sobs. “Namjoon doesn’t want me, he left me.”

He hears someone curse on the other side of the line, some rustling, and a new voice comes.

“Kookie, it’s Tae,” comes a voice, firmer than Hoseok, commanding without being scary and it brings Jungkook back just a little. “I need you to drink some water, ok?”

“I want alpha,” he whines. “He doesn’t want me but I want alpha…”

“I know, I’ll try to help but—”

Jungkook hangs up and drops his phone somewhere in his nest, uninterested in whatever they have to say. It rings a couple of times but he doesn’t pick up. Instead, he turns to face the wall, eyes closed.

He sneaks a hand between his legs, cock painfully hard and hole steadily leaking. It feels like a cruel joke, a physical manifestation of Jungkook's emotional desolation. Sweat-slicked skin, a cold clamminess despite the furnace raging inside him. Every muscle aches with a deep, primal thrumming, a constant reminder of the desires clawing at him from within.

It’s a hollow ache, a gaping emptiness that the heat only served to amplify. Loneliness wraps icy tendrils around his heart. 

Alpha left him.

Alpha doesn’t want him.

He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he doesn’t know how to fix it. Jungkook feels like a failure, he has to be, to be rejected this way. He opens his eyes when his ears start to ring. Staring at the dull-colored wall in front of him without seeing it. He longs to shut it all out, to escape into the oblivion of sleep, to wake when this unwelcome heat, and the crushing loneliness that came with it, had passed. Instead, his body gets hotter by the second, the restlessness growing inside of him like insects crawling up his spine. 

Then he notices the ringing in his ears is also under him. He whimpers, fishing for it between damp pillows and blankets. He swipes the call and grunts in greeting.

"What?" he whispers, so tired, he just wants to be left alone.

A gasping breath comes from the other side before they speak and Jungkook knows. He feels in the way his heart stutters, in the goosebumps in his arms, in the new wave of tears that come to his eyes.

“Baby, I miss you too.”

Jungkook’s body reacts so viscerally he feels dizzy. Namjoon’s voice after months of not a sign from him feels like too much and nothing at all. It's like being dumped in the cold sea, it soothes his heated skin but at the same time he can't breathe, he's drowning in paralyzing, all-consuming lust.

" I'm here, baby, I'm here. I'm sorry. " Namjoon’s voice comes from far away, an echoing quality to it that makes Jungkook press the phone harder into his ear. " I need you to breathe, love. "

"I can't," Jungkook gasps. He really can't. His chest hurts, there’s a tightness under his ribs that makes every attempt at inhaling painful. "Hurts." the more he tries the harder the pain stabs him in his side, his eyes welling up with tears as he panics.

" Of course you can. " Namjoons trembling voice makes Jungkook shiver, slicking up even now. " Breathe with me, can you hear me? " Namjoon inhales deeply and Jungkook tries to imitate him, his breathing is stuttery and painful but after Namjoon says " Just like that, baby, you're doing so good. " 

Jungkooks body relaxes with the praise, the pain starts to ease and his body melts into the bed. Jungkook keeps breathing and Namjoon whispers nonsense and praise into his ear about how good he's being, how brave, how sorry Namjoon is. 

"Alpha,” Jungkook breathes, his free hand collecting slick between his legs to wrap around his cock. He winces, looking at his red, raw length. He's been touching himself so angrily that the skin burns with his own touch, but that doesn't stop him from moaning with the pleasure-pain of the first stroke.

" I'm here, baby, " Namjoon assures him and Jungkook closes his eyes to pretend it's true. " Are you touching yourself? "

"Mhm..."

" That's good baby, I bet you look beautiful right now. " Jungkook thumbs his head. " Can I help? Can alpha talk you through it ?"

Jungkook nods, but as silence stretches between them he remembers Namjoon can't see him.

" 'lease," he breathes and hopes Namjoon can hear him, "don't wanna talk."

" Don't worry about that. Let me do the talking ." Jungkook hums, ready to let go. " Can you put your phone on speaker baby? Keep it in your head so I can listen to you ?"

Jungkook does as he is told and hums when he's ready.

"Can you hear me?"

“Mhm."

" Good. I want you to close your eyes and stop touching yourself. " Jungkook whines and Namjoon chuckles. " Do as you're told, pup ." Jungkook sighs but follows instructions. " Now I want you to lift your hands and run your fingers through your hair, very softly. Comb the hair out of your eyes, trace your face for me, use just the tip of your fingers. "

Jungkook starts with a simple, delicate touch and shivers. Pushing his hair away from his face and neck makes him feel a little more human, and then he makes a path from his forehead to his eyebrows down his nose, around his lips.

" Touch your neck too ," instructs Namjoon's voice. " Your collarbones, your chest, play with your nipples for me, " Jungkook gasps when his fingers trace the small, perky nubs. " Get them wet, pinch them a little. " Jungkook complies and moans, his cock twitching, leaking precum steadily on his lower belly. He can feel the slick forming a puddle under his ass. "Love your little sounds, baby ." 

Namjoon keeps guiding him to caress over his ribs, down his sides, his hip bones, and thighs. Following his words Jungkook plants his feet on the bed, lets parted, and teases his inner thighs, drawing circles on his groin and ass cheeks.

"Yes!" Jungkook cries in relief when Namjoon allows him to wrap a hand around his cock.

" My precious baby," Namjoon praises, " play with your head, make yourself feel good. "

Jungkook is good at following instructions and Namjoon has a lot of them. He controls Jungkook's pace and strength and makes him edge himself until he's writhing on the nest, legs shaking and he begs. Namjoon finally allows him to stroke his cock until orgasms and Jungkook combs with a silent shout, curling unto himself, body so tense he can’t control the shaking. His throat closes while he spills into his fist, his chest, and stomach. He collapses into the nest as he starts to come down, gasping violently. Just the sound of Namjoon’s voice makes everything more bearable; his orgasm lasts longer, and it feels more intense and less like Jungkook is ripping it out of his body.

" So beautiful, my beautiful baby. " Jungkook giggles, momentarily euphoric. " Now I need you to fuck two fingers in that wet cunt ."

Two fingers become three, and three turn into four, his other hand getting his dick hard again by Namjoon's request. Jungkook sinks into the nest. There are no thoughts in his brain, only Namjoon's voice and the way his body reacts. He comes again, and again, and again. He’s giving his body a semblance of the relief it’s been looking for. Namjoon makes him pull out his toys that Jungkook kept untouched out of pettiness.

He fucks himself with his vibrator until his arms can't keep going, then uses it as a gag, sucking his own slick off of it while he rides his knotted dildo, eyes rolling into his head, hair wet and matted to his skin with how much he's sweating, cock throbbing and dripping into his hand.

" Come for me, sweetheart, " Namjoon orders what feels like an eternity later.

"I’m tired," Jungkook sobs, ass in the air and face on the nest, drooling while he fucks back, knotted dildo stuck to the wall. 

" Just one more, baby, " Namjoon says, and Jungkook whimpers. " You've been neglecting yourself, you need this. Give me one more and you can rest ."

And Jungkook does as he's told, rocking back, rhythmically, stuffing himself full until he's crying out, squeezing the silicone length with his spasming walls, hips bucking until he pushes it out completely. Jungkook hears the splash of his juices on the wall and damp blankets but he really couldn't care less.

"Perfect, baby, that was perfect ." Namjoon's voice feels warm inside of his chest. Jungkook smiles as he moves to lie down on his front, face close to the phone. " You should take a nap, you must be tired."

"No!" Jungkook opens his eyes but is dark in the nesting room, the only light coming from the faint color-changing lamps on top of his minifridge and his phone screen. 

"You'll leave!" He accuses, his breathing quickening with emotion. He can’t leave him again.

“I won’t.”

“Liar!” Jungkook wants to fight but he’s so tired. His eyes close by themselves.

“ I’m not lying, love, ” Namjoon whispers and he sounds so incredibly sad. “ I promise I’ll be here when you wake up. ”

“No.” Jungkook yawns and blinks his eyes open. He can’t sleep. He knows his body is giving out and it makes him more anxious. Please, don't let him lose the little bit of comfort he has.

“ What if I keep talking? Is that better? ”

“Can you read to me?”

“ Yes, baby, do you want anything in particular? ”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, cheeks wet with tears again. 

“I just want to hear your voice,” he says almost inaudibly. “Please don’t leave me alone again.”

“ I’ll be right here, I promise. ”

Jungkook can hear movement and a door opening. He pictures Namjoon walking into his reading room, looking for a book that he thinks will make Jungkook sleep.

“Have you ever read the Iliad?”

Jungkook makes a sound.

“ Good, it's pretty dense, you’ll be asleep in no time. ” Jungkook finds a dry spot on the nest and makes himself more comfortable. “ The wrath sing, goddess, of Peleus' son, Achilles… ”

It really is a dense book. Jungkook has a very loose idea of Greek Gods but he picks up a little about a war and Achilles beefing with some other King. Where are the gay boys of the memes? Namjoon’s words and the archaic phrasing of the text makes Jungkook lose himself to sleep very quickly, even when he doesn’t want to. Namjoon’s voice is steady and soothing, even when using words and sentences that Jungkook’s brain is a little too sluggish to pick up.

He dreams about fighting hoards of men in leather mini-skirts while flying people throw lighting and fish at each other. 

When he opens his eyes, Jungkook can see light peeking from under his blackout curtains. He’s a little cold, which is a good sign that the heat fever is starting to back down but his head hurts. Maybe from the heat, or from crying, he might be dehydrated. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the quiet around him.

Jungkook snaps his eyes open and sits up so quickly he gets a head rush. His phone is still on the pillow beside him, the battery miraculously holding on to an ongoing call, 13 hours and 37 minutes . Jungkook licks his dry lips with his even drier tongue.

“Namjoonie-hyung?”

Jungkook’s heart beats against his ribs, rattling his insides for a few seconds before noise filters in on the call. Soft music comes in half a second before Namjoon’s voice.

“ Hey, baby. Sorry, I muted the call to not wake you up. ”

Jungkook sighs in relief, dropping back down on the bed, releasing a tension he didn’t know he was holding.

“ How are you feeling ?”

“ ‘m good.” he can still feel the heat under his skin, simmering and warm every time he breathes. Is like having lava trapped inside his body, waiting to overflow and burn through his skin. It’s not great, but is manageable. There’s so much more weighing in his mind now that he can actually think. 

“I’m glad, Sweets.” 

It’s so stupidly awkward. Jungkook wants to cry in relief and also wants to fight Namjoon, but he also wants to know how his life is going, does he still love Jungkook? But above all, he wants to know why . There must be a reason. He hopes there’s a really good fucking reason because otherwise, even if he wants to, he won’t be able to be with him.

“Why—”

“ Have you eaten? ” Namjoon speaks over him and Jungkook can feel his nerves. He takes the opportunity to have a few more minutes of pretended normality, holding on to them with all his might.

“I ate before my heat got bad.”

Silence.

“ I’m sorry .”

“Yeah, well…”

Silence again. Jungkook looks at the screen of his phone and has to reread the date, he frowns in confusion. 

“What day is it?”

Namjoon tells him. His heat is almost over, Jungkook realizes, with a day or two to go at most, which means that Jungkook spent 4 days in a daze of almost complete misery. No wonder he feels like shit.

“ You should eat something ,” Namjoon insists, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts and he whines, plopping back down on the nest. “Let’s do something. I’ll hang up— ” Jungkook makes a noise, “ —just so you can take a shower, and then we can video call,” Namjoon explains, “ If you want. ”

Seeing Namjoon’s face? The fact that that’s a privilege makes Jungkook feel excited and angry.

“10 minutes,” Jungkook says.

“ 10 minutes is perfect. ”

“And you’ll call me.”

“ Yes, I’ll call you. ”

“Promise.”

“ Promise. ”

“Ok, see you in 10.” Jungkook hangs up before Namjoon can answer and connects his phone to the charger. He takes the quickest shower of his life before he pushes all the disgusting, wet things off his nest and replaces them with clean, fresh-smelling linens, pillows, and plushies. He sighs as he settles in just in time for his phone to start vibrating.

He can’t help but smile, eyes watering a little, when he sees Namjoon’s face.

“Yeobo,” he sniffles and can see Namjoon blinking rapidly, making the cutest angry face as he tries not to cry too.

“ Hi, Baby. You look beautiful. ”

Jungkook looks at Namjoon’s face. He has lost some weight and the bags under his eyes are deep and dark. He looks tired, and there’s a roughness in his eyes that makes Jungkook worry.

“ I look like shit, I know. ” Namjoon nods, chuckling before Jungkook can say anything.

“No, just tired.” Jungkook bites his lip, thinking about the mountain of questions in his mind.

“ My proposal is, ” Namjoon says, reading Jungkook easily, “ you get some food and water, and pick up the package outside your door.”

Jungkook cocks his head to the side.

“A package?”

“ I asked Sejin to drop it off a few hours ago. ”

Jungkook stands up, disconnecting his phone as he takes Namjoon with him. He finds a huge black duffle bag and he drags it inside.

“What is this?”

“ Open it. ”

Jungkook places the phone so Namjoon can see him and pulls the zipper. Ginger and cedarwood fill his nostril and Jungkook gasps. He pulls a blanket, a couple of small pillows, sweats, and hoodies. He scrambles to his feet, head swimming, and pulls the duffle bag behind him and into his nesting room.

“Baby?”

Namjoon’s voice comes from outside but Jungkook is not listening, consumed by the need to nest, to fix his faulty cocoon, to make it the perfect pocket of comfort, and to surround himself with Namjoon’s smell. The small room is soon a mix of Jungkook’s heat pheromones and the wood and spice scent that is Namjoon’s alone. It's like scratching an itch, soothing the wounded animal inside of him.

He only goes to retrieve his phone when he’s dressed in Namjoon’s clothes, bathing himself in his scent. 

“ Hello again, ” Namjoon smiles from his tiny screen. Jungkook is drowning in his clothes, sweater paws and pants covering his toes. “ Can I go in with you? ”

Jungkook nods, picks up the phone, and walks back into the nesting room. He sees Namjoon trying to look around and promptly covers the camera.

“Don’t peek.”

“ Ok, ok. Sorry. ”

Jungkook props his phone in a corner of the nest and picks a few triangle kimbaps and a water bottle from his minifridge before sitting down. Namjoon looks at him while he eats and Jungkook looks everywhere but him.

“I hate this…” he says, mouth full.

“ Did it go bad? ” Namjoon frowns at the snack in Jungkook’s hand.

“I don’t know how to talk to you.”

A long silence settles between them.

“ I’m sorry, ” Namjoon says when Jungkook finishes eating. “ About everything. ”

“I need to understand,” Jungkook says and feels the urge to cry again. Fucking hell, will he ever stop crying?  He looks down at his hands, figeting with a piece of plastic wrap from the gimbap. Namjoon is the one reduced to a phone screen but Jungkook has never felt so small. “Because right now it feels like a shitty thing to do.”

“I know, I’m so sorry.”

Anger flashes through Jungkook.

“Stop apologizing and just explain things to me.”

“ I can’t, ” Namjoon says and looks like he genuinely regrets saying that. “ I… Some things happened with the case I was working on and until those things are… solved, I’d rather not contact you. ”

“Why?”

“It could be dangerous.”  

Jungkook’s heart picks up, what the fuck is happening?

“Are you in danger?”

“I don’t know.”

Jungkook feels like he’s been transported into an alternative reality because nothing makes sense.

“I don’t understand.” A tear drops from his eye and Jungkook wipes it angrily. He wants to scream at Namjoon, at himself, at that stupid job.

“ I will explain everything, I promise.”

Namjoon looks and sounds eager but Jungkook is just so confused, and angry, and if the alpha was there he would definitely consider poking him in the chest or something equally annoying but harmless.

“When? When everything is over?! When the fuck is that?!” he raises his voice, worried and angry and sad. The feelings weigh heavy on his belly and he feels like throwing up.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing!” Jungkook barks.

“I’m—” Namjoon shuts up when Jungkook groans. “ It should be a couple more weeks.”

“Weeks?!” The tears are flowing again, angry and frustrated. “You told me to trust and I’m fucking trying but it’s hard, Namjoon!” Jungkook moves the wet hair out of his eyes, “You don’t tell me anything and this feels like it’s coming out of nowhere, are you in some illegal shit?” 

Namjoon opens his mouth to answer, but Jungkook talks over him. 

“I asked you to be here for my heat and you weren’t. I know you didn’t promise anything but it feels like you lied to me. I might be being unfair right now but I’m tired and blindsided and I’m trying so hard to be understanding but if you don’t get your shit together and come here in two weeks… Don’t come at all.” 

Jungkook wipes the tears from his eyes again. He feels too small and like he’s taking up too much space at the same time

“I’m giving you two more weeks but I need an explanation.” Jungkook pauses and feels so afraid, so worried that this is the end. “Please don’t make me regret this.” Jungkook takes a long stuttering breath and feels his heart break when he notices the unshed tears in Namjoon’s eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“See you in two weeks,”

Jungkook waits, but when Namjoon doesn’t answer he disconnects the call.

He buries his face in Namjoon’s hoodie and cries his heart out. Is he doing the right thing? It doesn't feel like it. It feels like his heart is sinking in on itself inside his chest, like a black hole that will swallow anything in his path and it’s starting with Jungkook. He cries again until his neck muscles hurt and he has no more tears; until his breathing stutter and his head hurts and he wants to scream and kick and throw a fucking tantrum. So he allows himself the outburst, trashing the nesting room until another wave of his heat has him slicking up and seeking friction.

In two days his heat is over. 

With Namjoon’s scent and his toys, it’s easier to get through, and he doesn’t cry any more after his tantrum. Instead, Jungkook focuses on what he can do. He finds out Jimin’s pup was born and he feels terrible for missing the birth, but Jimin assures him again and again that it’s okay. They are glad to have few visitors because both his and Yoongi’s family are not in Seoul, it has allowed them to really enjoy their time as new parents and devote all their attention to their little one. Jungkook promises to make it up to him once  Jimin feels like introducing Mina to the world.

“Give me a month… or two.” Jimin laughs and the tinkling sound makes Jungkook’s chest hurt a little less.

He also resumes his sessions with the noonas, who swiftly declare he lost too much weight during his heat and make it a mission to stuff him full of food and send him home with bags upon bags of takeaway and leftovers.

Taehyung and Hoseok come to his apartment unannounced, and Jungkook feels a little guilty for not calling them before, but the alphas assure him again and again that it’s okay, they still love him and he can repay his brattiness by taking them out for coffee. Jungkook smiles when he detects Seokjin’s scent on his friends, but he refrains from commenting when they don’t bring it up either. Maybe it’s too new?

All being said, Jungkook is doing great. Yet, even when he keeps himself busy with work, friends, cooking, drawing, and whatever hobby he can pick up off of YouTube videos, Jungkook’s anxiety only grows with each passing day. He doesn't text Namjoon anymore and doesn’t hear from the alpha either. His friends still don’t mention him and a part of Jungkook is already mourning.

Is this really going to be it?

He should start to move on. When the tenth day starts Jungkook feels like crying again. So he schools himself. He’ll have 15 minutes a day to cry, to feel terrible, and, mostly, to think about Namjoon. The rest of the day he’s not allowed to slip.

The rainy season starts and the gray skies show how Jungkook feels more than he’s allowing himself to. On a particularly gloomy day, Jungkook skips all his usual after-work activities in favor of going home. He lies on his bed, listening to music looking at the rain tapping against his window, and regretting not bringing Snorlax to his apartment when Namjoon suggested. Jungkook lets his mind become nothing but white noise, so much so that it takes him a second to notice when his doorbell rings. Jungkook frowns, looking at his door and then his phone. 3:56 am. The doorbell rings again and Jungkook’s heart rate picks up with it. Namjoon had three days left.

Jungkook sits up on the bed.

“Who is it?”

Silence. 

One.

 Two. 

Three heartbeats.

“It’s me, baby.”

Chapter Text

If Namjoon thinks back on it, everything went south almost at the same time Jungkook came into his life. Maybe the universe sent Jungkook so Namjoon wouldn’t do something stupid, a little treat to help him endure the shit storm that was about to go down. Heavens know he would need it.

Namjoon’s boss, Mr. Cheong, had dropped the Kang case in Namjoon’s lap without giving him a chance to say no. At the beginning, Namjoon had only been mildly annoyed. Things were manageable, but the more he looked into it, the more uncomfortable he felt, so he tried to back out. He went to Mr. Cheong’s office, and the bald man looked at him over the rim of his glasses, unexpressive until Namjoon finished talking, then he sighed.

“Listen, Namjoon,” Cheong said, pulling a handkerchief from his suit pocket and taking off his glasses, “I appreciate your concerns, but when I assigned this case to you. I wasn’t asking for your opinion.” 

“I understand that, sir, but ethica—”

“Aera —Miss Kang—,” Cheong interrupted, and Namjoon bit his lip to keep a few unkind words at bay. “ is the daughter of a personal friend, and I’ve been asked to put my best resources into her case.” he puts his glasses back on, arching his eyebrows, “and that is you, son.”

“I understand, sir, and I really appreciate it, but—”

“I think you are not understanding what I’m offering you, son.” Cheong crossed his fingers carefully, resting his elbows on the desk. It irked Namjoon how slowly he talked. He knew the old man loved listening to the sound of his own voice, but it also made Namjoon feel stupid. Like Cheong was explaining something to a dumb child. “The Kang family is not only powerful but is always looking to… strengthen their legal support.” Namjoon knows what that means: shady people doing shady business and paying big bucks for shady lawyers to keep them out of jail. “This could significantly boost your career…”

Namjoon likes the money, who doesn’t? But he’s not about to risk jail time for some rich, asshole alpha.

“I understand that, Sir, and I’m very grateful for the opportunity but I think this case will be more fitting for someone like Han Minji perhaps,” keep the assholes together so they can shit on each other .

“I understand where you are coming from, Namjoon,” Cheong nodded sagely as he spoke, “but I’m sure you understand that denying a case like this, such a generous opportunity, has consequences.” Cheong tilts his head to the side, and Namjoon is momentarily stunned by the blatant threat, “You are a brilliant lawyer, and you’ve come very far. Denying a case of this magnitude would spread like wildfire among other firms, and it would certainly make it harder for you to advance in your career. Here, or,” he makes an evolving gesture, “elsewhere you might want to venture to.”

Namjoon was not an easy person to surprise, but he was speechless. He didn’t particularly like his boss or think of him as a man with undeniable morals, but this felt a bit… much.

“Take the day off to think about it,” Cheong smiled, and he looked like a predator smelling blood.. Namjoon was not used to being prey. “I’m sure you’ll make the reasonable decision.” 

With that, he turned to his computer, completely ignoring Namjoon.

It took all his self-control not to jump the beta. Namjoon was grateful that he used blockers that day. He told Mina to take the day off, and he did the same, calling Sejin and waiting for him downstairs. He was seething. It would be a little funny how people parted to let him pass if he could see past the red.

Sejin, infinitely wise, drove Namjoon home in record time.

“Go home, Sejin.”

“Sir,” the beta said. He waited for Namjoon to meet his gaze through the rearview mirror, “I think it’s in your best interest to book some time with Jungkook-ssi today. I’ll keep myself available.”

Namjoon held his eyes for a few seconds.

“Thank you.”

Once Namjoon was inside, he lost control of his scent, restless with anger. He changed clothes, locked himself in the gym, and started to work out. He felt like a wild animal, trapped beyond physical enclosure. There was something he didn’t know, and Cheong’s insistence on Namjoon taking the case only made him feel even warier. 

Namjoon felt like he was burning from the inside, feral in the worst way, and he didn’t like it. It was an ugly, wild thing that clung to his throat and made his body itch for physical release. And since he couldn’t punch Cheong or Kang Aera, he would keep working out. He didn’t want to call Jungkook, but the more out of control he felt, the more Sejin's words rang in his ears. 

In the end he caved, then fucked up. He followed Jungkook around until he forgave him, and when the omega did Namjoon had the best fuck of his life.

Jungkook was good, so good. He was perfect. Everything Namjoon wanted and a little more. He got swept away in it, and his days were framed by a tattooed arm, sparkling eyes, and the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. He wanted to give him everything he had ever even glanced at; he rejoiced in providing for the omega, guessing his needs before Jungkook expressed them. Pleasing Jungkook became his favorite game.

And things kept growing and progressing, and it was insanity, but never once did Namjoon feel like he was alone. If he was free-falling, Jungkook was right there, holding his hand. Then he had to leave to meet Kang Aera at the firm, and Jungkook asked if he could come. What could Namjoon do if not whatever made Jungkook smile the brightest? In hindsight, he should’ve told him to stay home or wait for him somewhere else. But everything is clearer when you’re looking back.

He tried to keep him away from Kang. He was trying his best to get the case over and done with, as soon as possible, even if that implied turning a blind eye to things said and done that made him think that perhaps the other alpha wasn’t as innocent as Namjoon wanted to believe she was. 

Things got worse almost by accident.

Kang was smoking in one of the balconies of the Firm, and Namjoon happened to walk by while she was speaking on the phone, and he heard her. She talked quietly, almost whispering but her pissed off scent made Namjoon stop just out of her sight:

“Tell that lowlife cumrag beta whore that if she keeps up with her bullshit there will be consequences.” Namjoon stopped in his tracks, the feeling of unease thick in his throat, “Accidents happen all the time, you know? Miss Han wouldn’t want the same fate as Choi.”

He heard her move, and Namjoon rushed to the bathroom. He felt like his blood was running cold. This was the confirmation he was trying to ignore. Not only was Kang an abuser, but she was also, possibly, a murderer.

Then Jungkook went out, and she found the omega, and it made Namjoon spiral. He didn’t like the way she looked at Jungkook, he didn’t like how close she got to him or the fact that she could surely smell Namjoon’s scent mixed with the omega on such a deep level that there was only one kind of relationship going on between them. Namjoon especially didn’t like the way Kang Aera smiled.

And his bad feeling was proved right. The next few days, Kang started making comments about how pretty Jungkook was, how Namjoon should share, how a hole like that was made to be passed around a few times and then tossed aside. He had never wanted to punch the life out of someone so badly. Namjoon tried not to engage, not to give her even more power over him, even when the more he kept quiet, the more graphic she became.

He didn’t tell Jungkook, partly to keep him safe, but mostly out of shame. He knew the omega thought of him highly. How could he explain to him that he was defending a murderer? Someone who hurt people like Jungkook? Someone who had shown a clear interest in him, nonetheless.

Namjoon mulled over what to do. It took him a while. He kept backing out of his plan out of fear of losing his lifestyle, his career, and reputation. In the end, it was Kang herself who pushed him over the edge.

She called Namjoon at an ungodly hour, and the alpha left a sleeping Jungkook on the bed to answer his phone. She was as demanding and controlling about Namjoon’s work as usual, and the alpha answered all her questions tiredly, his sour mood slipping into his voice. Kang noticed and paused her monologue when Namjoon sighed.

“You know, Namjoon-ssi,” she said the honorific mockingly, and Namjoon could almost see the stupid smile on her face. “That play thing of yours seems like a distraction to your work.” Namjoon tensed but didn’t say anything, “I might pay him a visit and check for myself once you deal with this mess. I heard he lives close to Nakseongdae Station, and alone too… What a delight.”

Namjoon doesn ’ t remember what he said. His mind was white noise and fear. Whatever it was, it made Kang laugh. After hanging up the call, Namjoon sat on the living room floor, hands shaking. He couldn’t play dumb anymore. His career, his lifestyle, what-the-fuck-ever, it was nothing if he hurt Jungkook.

By contract, he couldn’t say anything about Kang’s past crimes, but he was sure there was a Miss Han beta that could use some help.

So here he is now, two fucking months later. So tired; fucking exhausted of playing some double agent game. He won the case, and with that, he thought he would be free of Kan Aera, but she kept him on a tight leash. Coming into his office, inviting him to lunch and bars. Namjoon knows she doesn’t trust him, so he tries to play friend, tries to make her lower her defenses. All the while steering her as far away as possible from Jungkook, even though she keeps asking Namjoon to share. Piece of—

“Mr. Kim, are you there?” comes a voice from the phone Namjoon has pressed to his ear.

“Yes, detective, sorry. I’m here.”

“The last batch of files you sent is really enlightening,” Detective Lee says. “We got a hold of Miss Han, too.” Namjoon sighs in relief. One and a half months to find a single beta girl, for fuck’s sake. “We’ll be interviewing her sometime next week…”

Detective Lee’s heart was in the right place but fuck if the old hound wasn’t slow.

“That’s good, detective. I’m glad.”

Lee keeps rambling, and Namjoon tunes him out a little. Lee seems to be excited by the big case Namjoon dropped on his lap, and he constantly calls to update him on the smallest of details. It was sweet, but at the same time, Namjoon feels a little irked by how he talks about what could possibly be a case of abuse, murder, and even human trafficking. Those are human lives, even if they mean a big bonus on the old man’s bank account if his team pulls it off . When they pull it off , Namjoon tells himself. That’s the only option.

He thumbs through Jungkook’s chat, reading again all his messages, the last one from four days ago. My heat is here. I miss you . Fuck, he misses him so much and he wants to be there for him. What a fucking mess. Namjoon switches to his gallery, his little collection of pictures of the omega all over his house, looking happy and like he belongs there. Is three months too soon to ask him to move in? Considering he has only seen Jungkook in one of those months, and he was his boss at that time, maybe it is.

He jumps when three loud bangs hit his door.

“Open the door, you motherfucker.”

It takes Namjoon a few seconds to recognize that voice. What is he doing here?

“I know you are there, shitface, I saw your driver downstairs.”

“Uhmm… Detective Lee, can I call you back later? I have a meeting.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Kim.”

“ ‘K, thanks.”

Namjoon hangs up and pulls his phone down, frowning as he walks to his door. The incessant banging doesn’t stop until he opens it.

“Excuse me?”

Taehyung and Hoseok are standing there. Hoseok looks annoyed, a few steps back, arms crossed over his chest. Taehyung, on the other hand, looks and smells murderous. He steps inside without taking off his shoes, making Namjoon step back in surprise.

“I don’t care what the fuck you think you’re doing,” Taehyung spits every word with a rage Namjoon has never seen on him while. Hoseok follows him silently, looking like he’s enjoying it. “Jungkook is a fucking mess and I will not stand by that anymore.” He gets in Namjoon’s face, nostrils flaring and acrid scent stinging his nose. “He’s very kind and understanding, and we have not asked questions because we respect his decisions, but you better do something right now.” He jabs Namjoon in the chest with a finger. “Two fucking months of radio silence, are you fucking kidding me?”

He pokes Namjoon’s chest again, and he flinches.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” Namjoon asks Hoseok, who’s only watching from the entrance.

“No, not really.”

“I am talking to you, fuck face.” Taehyung snaps his fingers in front of Namjoon’s face to gain his attention. Namjoon is so bewildered that he forgets to be angry at the disrespect. “Go see him, fuck him, call him, send him a milk cartoon with your come. I don’t fucking care. He is in his fucking heat after you’ve been basically claiming him for a month. Do you have any idea how painful that is for his omega? For his body? Jungkook’s heat is usually mild. He doesn’t even call Mingyu to help him all that often,” 

Who the fuck is Mingyu?

“But he was unresponsive for 4 fucking days.” Taehyung's voice cracks, and he takes a moment to compose himself. “He always checks in with us, always,” Taehyung's voice cracks, and Namjoon can see it now, the worry and helplessness. 

“He answered today and he was so fucking out of it, so sad when he realized it was us calling.” Taehyung’s eyes water, and Hoseok is right there next to him, holding his hand, “He wants it to be you.”

It feels like a stab to the chest. Guilt and shame twirl painfully in Namjoon’s spine, making it hard to stand up.

“So you better do something. Because Jungkook is forgiving now, but he won’t be like that forever.”

And with that, he turns around and leaves, pulling Hoseok behind him.

Namjoon stands there a while, looking at his open door. Fuck. He’s doing it all wrong, isn’t he? In his stubbornness to protect Jungkook, to keep him away from Namjoon’s shortcomings, he’s doing more harm than good.

He closes the door and gets his phone from the office. He sits on Jungkook’s nest in that same room, holding his phone with shaking hands, and calls.

Jungkook doesn’t answer the first time, nor the second, or even the third. It’s on his fifth attempt when the omega picks up. Hearing Jungkook’s voice causes him physical pain, and it makes Namjoon doubt. Is he really doing the right thing? Or is he only trying to protect his image? Trying to still be the hero in Jungkook’s eyes?

He’ll dwell on that later.

Namjoon talks Jungkook through a wave, and it’s beautiful and painful at the same time. His body reacts to the sounds of Jungkook pleasuring himself, but Namjoon doesn’t do anything about it. Maybe it’s stupid, but he doesn’t believe he deserves to feel good. 

When they video call, Namjoon can’t believe how beautiful Jungkook is, it’s like his memory is a faded picture, like the actual pictures on his phone are shadowy imitations of Jungkook’s face, even when he’s worn out, eyes puffy from crying. He’s so beautiful and looks so sad, and the things he says. Namjoon knows he deserves every word, knows he deserves worse, so he just takes it, even welcomes how much they hurt.

Jungkook wants answers, and Namjoon wants to provide them, but not yet. Fuck, if he could make Lee be faster, make Miss Han speak louder, but this is a waiting game and Namjoon feels like he’s losing. Two weeks. Jungkook gives him two weeks.

There isn’t much Namjoon can really do to speed things up, but to apply pressure. He calls Lee at least five times a day every day. Texts him whenever he remembers, which is a lot. He tips them on places Kang likes to visit, where Cheong keeps the Kang family’s files. Anything and everything he can, he’s doing it. And it works, because 9 days later, he gets a text.

We have the arrest warrant.

Namjoon sits on his hands for two days. He can’t eat, he can’t sleep, he can’t even think. He’s just sitting in his living room watching the rain fall when he gets a last text:

We have her.

Then Namjoon sprints out of his apartment. He doesn’t even call Sejin; he just gets in the car and drives. His hands are shaking, his vision impaired by the rain. He forgot his glasses, and he’s pretty sure his wallet and phone are on the kitchen island, but he doesn’t care. He just needs to get to Jungkook.

Chapter Text

“It’s me.”

Jungkook can’t move. His heart is beating so hard he can feel his pulse in his neck, his ears are drowning in white noise. Is this real? Or has he finally gone insane and is hallucinating? Jungkook licks his chapped lips, but his dry tongue feels like sandpaper. He lifts a trembling hand to the intercom and presses a button. He sees the grainy shape of Namjoon leaning beside his door. He looks odd.

“Baby?”

Jungkook finally moves. Just as slow, he takes the two steps left and reaches for his door. He pulls the handle and steps back. And there he is. Solid, real. He’s also dripping wet, and Jungkook gasps, alarmed, when he sees his eye is swollen, red dripping from an open wound.

“What happened?” 

Thoughtlessly, Jungkook grabs the sleeve of his coat and pulls him inside, crouching in front of him and tapping his shin.

“Help me get your shoes off.”

“I— uhm… I might have crashed my car?”

“What?!” Jungkook stops, looking up at Namjoon and disbelief, but the alpha’s eyes are zeroed in on where Jungkook is touching him.

“Like a couple of blocks ago,” Namjoon points behind himself with his thumb, lifting one leg and the other so Jungkook can pull the soaked shoes off. Like Jungkook will be able to see the car if he follows his finger. “Against a pole, no worries.”

“So you walked?” Jungkook continues, standing up and pushing Namjoon’s coat off his shoulders. It falls to the floor with a wet splat.

“Yeah.”

“In the rain?” Jungkook grabs him by the wrist, over the sleeve of his sweater, and drags him inside, towards his bathroom.

“Yeah.”

“Where’s your car?” He makes Namjoon sit on the closed toilet lid and steps outside, ignoring Namjoon’s strangled sound.

“Still on the pole,” comes Namjoon's voice with the bathroom echo as Jungkook retrieves his first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet and clean clothes that should fit Namjoon.

“You just left it there?”

“I wanted to text Sejin, but I don’t have my phone.”

“Jesus,” Jungkook sighs quietly, rubbing his forehead before sending Sejin a quick text to explain everything and stepping back into the bathroom. He finds Namjoon obediently sitting on the toilet, looking at his hands on his lap.

“Here, you should change,” he hands Namjoon the clothes, and the alpha takes his clothes off mechanically before slipping into Jungkook’s. It’s a tight fit, but it’ll do. Then he sits back down.

Namjoon takes a shaky breath, and Jungkook can only see the top of his head, but he smells sad. Jungkook is sure his scent matches.

Jungkook positions himself between Namjoon and the wall, standing between the alpha’s parted legs.

“Baby…” Namjoon whispers, twisting Jungkook’s insides with a single word. Relief and love and anger and fear all tangled up in one painful knot.

“Later,” Jungkook says, “Look up, please.” Jungkook whispers, brushing the hair off his face with delicate fingers. 

“It doesn’t look too bad, but head wounds are loud,” he comments. Namjoon shrugs. “Let's get you cleaned up, ok?”

Namjoon nods, and Jungkook can feel the alpha’s intense gaze burning his face, but he can’t quite look at him, not yet. So he focuses on a small spot, the gash above his eye. He works in silence, drying his skin, cleaning and disinfecting the wound when the bleeding stops. He cuts a small piece of gauze and covers it with soft adhesive.  Namjoon doesn’t say anything, doesn’t flinch. If Jungkook wasn’t paying such close attention to his eyelid, he would think he was even blinking. He just looks at Jungkook like he's memorizing him, quietly committing every bit of his face to memory.

“Ready,” Jungkook says, voice barely there. He should step back, but his legs have grown roots and he can’t move, looking somewhere close to Namjoon’s hairline.

“Thanks.” A silence settles between them, filled with expectation.

“I should,” Jungkook makes a jerky movement to back away, but Namjoon circles his wrist with one hand. His skin is cold, yet it burns where he’s touching Jungkook, making his breath stutter.

“Please, just give me 5 minutes,” Namjoon is pleading, body shivering, eyes desperate and wet, and Jungkook has never seen him more vulnerable, “Let me hold you for five minutes, then you can do whatever you want.”

He waits for Jungkook’s nod before pulling him forward, burying his face in Jungkook’s chest, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist so hard it hurts. He takes a deep breath and exhales with a full-body shiver. K doesn’t know what to do; his arms hang limp by his side, and he looks at the top of Namjoon’s head, the little gray hairs scattered there.

Jungkook is suddenly conscious of his thin sleep shirt and how close he is to feeling Namjoon’s skin against his. He wants it; his body is crying with need, but he can’t move. He’s terrified,  scared of how much he needs the alpha.

“Just five,” he pleads again.

“Okay,” Jungkook finally feels able to move, one hand on Namjoon’s back, the other on his head, running his fingers through his hair.

When Namjoon touches him, his body seems to melt. He relaxes, his scent settling, and he eventually stops shivering. Jungkook, on the other hand, feels like his skin is on fire. He doesn’t know if it’s some very late remnants of his heat or if his instincts are reacting to having Namjoon close again, but he can feel himself hardening in his underwear, belly warming with slow arousal. He pulls Namjoon away from him by the shoulders, keeping his hands there, and finally meets the alpha’s eye. He lets himself /look/. Same beautiful eyes, full lips, and slightly tanned skin. He’s still the man Jungkook loves, under the distressed scent and pained expression.

“Mine?” he asks, and Namjoon’s answer is instant, desperate, and feels true. Jungkook needs it to be true.

“I’m yours,” he turns to kiss Jungkook’s left wrist, “whatever you want,” he turns and kisses Jungkook’s right wrist, “whenever you need it.”

“You can’t ever do this to me again,” Jungkook's voice wavers.

“Never,” Namjoon assures him, “I promise.”

“I can’t do this again,” Jungkook sniffs.