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Jungkook hadn’t meant to act so distant. But after weeks of tangled feelings, confusion, and the slow unraveling of his carefully guarded walls, he found himself shutting down—quiet, cold, afraid. He didn’t want to lose Yoongi, but the fear inside him kept growing, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
It was a late evening when Yoongi finally spoke, breaking the silence between them.
“Kook, what’s going on? You’ve been different lately… so far away.” His voice was low, calm, but threaded with worry.
Jungkook looked away, heart hammering, throat tight. This was it. The moment he’d been successfully dodging for months.
“I’m scared,” he admitted, voice barely more than a whisper. “Scared of what I want. Scared that wanting… breaks something inside me.”
Yoongi’s gaze softened, understanding. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Jungkook’s face. “You don’t have to be anyone’s idea of what an alpha ‘should’ be. You can want whatever you want, and I want you. All of you.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched. Years of confusion, guilt, and shame crashed down, and suddenly it was like the air around him was lighter, clearer.
“You want me?” His voice was fragile but desperate.
Yoongi nodded. “Yes. Always have, always will.”
That simple affirmation was the key to unlock everything.
But Yoongi didn’t reach for him. He just waited.
And maybe that’s what undid Jungkook the most.
Because he didn’t want to wait anymore.
He leaned in—slow, unsure—until their noses almost brushed.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.
Yoongi’s voice was soft. “Please.”
So, Jungkook leaned forward, still trembling, and kissed Yoongi fiercely—pouring out all the longing, the fear, and the hope he’d kept buried.
Their lips met with heat and urgency, tongues tentatively exploring, hands trembling as they tangled together. It was everything Jungkook had dreamed of but never dared to hope for.
When they finally broke apart, gasping for breath, Jungkook’s voice cracked.
“I… feel the same.”
Yoongi smiled softly, and kissed him again.
This kiss was slow.
Not soft, not shy—but deliberate. Like Yoongi was waiting for every part of Jungkook to catch up. Like he wanted him present in every breath, every touch.
This time, Jungkook didn’t flinch.
He leaned in. Closer. Deeper. Letting himself feel it—the shape of Yoongi’s lips, the scrape of his teeth, the heat of his palm cradling the side of Jungkook’s neck.
Yoongi kissed like he meant it.
And Jungkook kissed back like he was starving.
When they broke apart, they were both panting.
Yoongi smiled, barely. “Is this okay?”
Jungkook nodded. Then stopped. “I don’t… I want more. So much more. I just don’t know how to ask.”
“You don’t have to know,” Yoongi said gently. “It’s okay.”
Jungkook’s chest caved in a little.
Because he wanted. Desperately.
They decided on a date the following weekend. Jungkook wanted something quiet, something that felt real, where they could just be themselves without pressure.
Yoongi agreed instantly.
On a bright, breezy afternoon, Yoongi showed up with a small basket packed with simple things: fresh bread, ripe strawberries, soft cheese, and a thermos of iced tea. They walked together to a small park just outside town, where the grass was soft and wildflowers brushed their legs.
They spread a blanket beneath a sprawling oak tree and settled in.
They ate slowly, sharing pieces of bread and laughter. Yoongi talked about music he’d been listening to; Jungkook shared stories from his childhood back home.
It wasn’t flashy or extravagant, but it was exactly what Jungkook needed — the comfort of normalcy with someone who cared.
After they ate, Yoongi pulled out a small notebook.
“I wrote a few poems,” he said shyly, reading a line about finding light in the darkest places. Jungkook listened, heart swelling with something he’d never named before.
When the sun dipped low, they packed up and headed back.
The ride to Yoongi’s dorm was quiet but charged.
Jungkook’s fingers brushed Yoongi’s, and Yoongi caught his hand, squeezing gently. They shared shy smiles, eyes flickering with promise and nerves.
When they arrived, Yoongi closed the door behind them inside, it smelled like citrus and mint and something unnameable that was just Yoongi. The lights were low. The room was quiet.
Yoongi kicked off his shoes, looked at him. “Still okay?”
Jungkook nodded. “More than okay.”
They kissed again, slower this time. Jungkook clutched Yoongi’s shirt like it might anchor him to the moment. He could feel his cock already swelling in his jeans, embarrassingly fast, he just couldn’t help it.
When Yoongi’s fingers grazed over his waistband, he whimpered.
Yoongi paused.
Yoongi’s voice was low and teasing. “I can feel how hard you are.”
Jungkook’s breath caught, panic flickering behind his eyes.
“Are you ready to take the next step?” Yoongi asked gently.
Jungkook nodded, eager but scared. “Yes.”
Yoongi nodded, kissed his cheek, and stepped back. “Okay. I’m just gonna grab the lube to get myself ready. Give me a second.”
Jungkook froze.
Wait . Why would Yoongi need to get himself ready?
His stomach flipped.
He looked up, confused. “Wait… are you—?”
Yoongi turned around, holding the bottle in one hand, eyebrows raised. “What?”
“Are you planning to… bottom?”
Yoongi tilted his head. “I mean, I assumed you wanted to top. Since it’s your first time with an Alpha”
“No.” Jungkook’s voice came out too fast. Too honest.
Yoongi blinked. “No?”
Jungkook stepped closer. “I want you to. I… I want to feel you inside.”
The silence stretched.
Jungkook’s ears burned. His body tensed like it was bracing for something—judgment, rejection, a joke he wouldn’t recover from.
But none of it came. Instead, Yoongi’s eyes softened with understanding. And he stepped forward and cupped his cheek.
“Okay,” he said simply. “That sounds great. Go lie down for me.”
What came next was slow, tender, and utterly new.
Jungkook couldn’t remember the last time he’d trembled like this.
He laid back on Yoongi’s bed, muscles tight with anticipation. Yoongi joined him, straddling his thighs gently, kissing a path down his throat.
“You’re so good like this,” Yoongi murmured, voice thick with anticipation. “So perfect for me. Just for me.”
Jungkook gasped, hands fisting in the sheets.
He felt bare—more naked than just skin. Like Yoongi could see all the parts of him he’d spent years trying to bury.
Yoongi slicked his fingers, looked down at him with soft eyes.
“Breathe. I’ve got you.”
And then he was touching him. Pressing inside. One finger at first, then another, slowly opening him up.
Jungkook groaned. It burned a little—he wasn’t used to this—but the pain was nothing compared to the amazing feeling pooling in his stomach.
“Doing so well,” Yoongi whispered. “Relax. Let me open you up.”
Jungkook nodded, desperate for more.
Yoongi’s fingers continued to slide gently inside him, slowly coaxing Jungkook open with patience and care.
“Breathe for me,” Yoongi murmured, voice steady and soothing.
Jungkook closed his eyes, willing his body to relax, feeling a strange mix of burn and warmth, vulnerability and trust.
When Yoongi finally pushed inside, the fullness made Jungkook gasp. He went in slow and careful, Jungkook nearly sobbed.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Yoongi—”
“I’m here. I’ve got you.”
After that, Yoongi moved with deliberate care, matching his pace to Jungkook’s breathing, whispering praise — good boy, pretty little alpha, all mine, so perfect.
He continued moving with purpose—deep, steady thrusts that made Jungkook’s head spin. Every push rubbed against something inside him that made his legs shake. He had never felt this way before.
All Jungkook could do was babble incoherently, ask for more, he felt like he was made for this. He was made for Yoongi’s cock. He was made to take it, made to love it.
He was clinging, panting, sweating.
He didn’t know how long it lasted—minutes, hours, lifetimes. He lost time in the rhythm, in the praise Yoongi whispered into his ear.
“So good for me.”
“Taking me so well.”
“Mine all Mine.”
When Yoongi’s rhythm started to falter, Jungkook nearly came untouched. During the whole ordeal, he didn’t feel the need to touch his cock once. He was feeling everything he needed from Yoongi alone. It was like he was unraveling him from the inside out. Leaving him bare, just ravishing him.
It felt like heaven. Then, Jungkok felt something swelling just outside his hole and started begging incorrectly between sobs “Please Alpha, Please. I need it. Let me have your knot Alpha. I’ll be good for you. I’ll always do as I’m told. I’ll always be ready to take you.”
Yoongi closed his eyes in pure pleasure and gave him what he asked for. He pushed it inside with force. Jungkook screamed when the knot breached him, he wasn’t loose enough, but Yoongi was making it fit. He was carving a spot inside Jungkook just for himself to be.
When Yoongi’s knot started to swell even more inside, Jungkook started crying even harder, it sent waves of pleasure Jungkook hadn’t known he could even feel. It was everything, like anything he ever felt before.
“Please,” he gasped, barely recognizing his own voice. “I want it—come inside me— make me yours for life.”
“Yeah?” Yoongi growled softly. “You want me to claim you like this?”
Yoongi pushed in with even more force “You want to be my little Alpha bitch for life?”
“Yes. Yes, fuck, please—”
The pop of the knot locking inside him made his vision white out.
“That’s my good boy,” Yoongi whispered softly.
With that Jungkook came with a cry, spilling over both their stomachs, body arching off the mattress. He went completely pliant, as if he was passed out. His cock kept coming and coming, drenching them in pure white. Until he had nothing else to give, but kept twitching obscenely. It was raw, overwhelming, the sweetest release he’d ever had.
Yoongi followed with a low groan, teeth buried in Jungkook’s shoulder—not enough to break skin, just enough to mark. It was just as intense, holding Jungkook close, their hearts pounding in sync.
They stayed like that for a while.
Tangled. Shaking. Sticky with come. Breathing each other in.
Jungkook’s body felt loose, boneless, like he was floating in something warm and safe. Yoongi was still inside, knot still going.
Yoongi stroked his side, murmured, “Still okay?”
Jungkook nodded, eyes glassy.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he whispered.
Yoongi smiled softly. “That’s because you never let yourself.”
Jungkook curled into him as much as he could with Yoongi’s knot still inside. He felt like this was where he was supposed to be. Forever, on Yoongi’s knot, being softly kissed.
As the knot started to go down a while later, Yoongi brushed damp hair from Jungkook’s forehead.
“Are you ready for me to take it out?” he asked softly.
Jungkook smiled, breathless and still full.
“I never thought I could feel this whole. I never thought it could even feel this right. Who would’ve thought I’m just an alpha who likes alphas”
Yoongi kissed him again, sure and gentle.
“Remember that you’re not just an alpha who likes alphas,” he teased. “You’re all mine.” and punctuated the sentence by thrusting in his half hard chub that was still sitting inside Jungkook slightly.
Jungkook gasped quietly, eyes going wide.
“You’re all mine to fuck, to boss around and to love.” And Yoongi continued thrusting in and out with each sentence he let out.
For the first time, he was exactly where he was meant to be. (On Yoongi’s cock)
And didn’t feel wrong anymore.
He felt his.