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Yoongi winces as he drives his brand new (and newly washed) Hyundai Genesis up the gravel driveway, listening to the rocks fly up against the new paint. That will be one of the first reno jobs to accomplish – a paved driveway.

As he reaches the little white cottage, he parks and steps out. His grandmothers house looks just like the pictures he was sent as a child. The mailbox out front still says “halmeoni Kim” and has a bunch of wood carved sleeping kittens on top of it. That’s reno job number 2 – removing the kittens.

Yoongi didn’t know his grandmother well, he lived in the heart of Seoul with his parents, and never left the city to visit her. His parents were always busy growing up, both being lawyers at competitive law firms. Looking at the quaint cottage now, and the halmeoni on the mailbox, Yoongi feels a pang of regret that he didn’t get to know his grandmother better. Both Yoongi and his mother were only children so Yoongi was her only grandchild as far as he knew, and he’d only seen her a handful of times at Christmases. And yet, she still displayed halmeoni proudly on her mailbox.

Stepping into the house, Yoongi was met with the same décor as the outside, and he cringed internally. The style could only be described as grandmotherly with a dash of kittens. The walls were painted pink, the furniture covered in floral designs, and cat pictures adorned every visible wall. Reno jobs 3, 4, 5 to 100 were all just in the entry way alone.

Yoongi blew out a breath, mildly regretting his decision to take over his grandmother’s house instead of just selling it. But he wanted an escape, a home away from the city. In Seoul, no matter how much money he inherited from his parents, there was just no way he could get a place like this. Large front yards and a wooded backyards couldn’t be found in the city. This was prime real estate, and a much needed break from people that Yoongi always craved.

It was fine, Yoongi could live with kittens and pink for a while, it’s not like anyone would be seeing inside the house anyway.

The rest of the cottage is similar to the main room, it has 2 bedrooms, one has a large queen bed with kittens playing with balls of yarn on the bedspread. Of course. The second bedroom looks like a study with bookshelves lining one wall, and a large oak desk in the center. This would be a perfect place for Yoongi to set up his studio.

Being a writer for BigHit entertainment for 5 years now gave him the luxury of being able to work remotely. It wasn’t an easy job to get, or keep for that matter, as Omegas, particularly the rare and undesirable male omegas, were discriminated against in competitive industries. People believed they couldn’t keep up or compete with the Alphas who lived and breathed competition. Yoongi, however, made it his life’s mission to prove them wrong. He hated that he presented as an Omega about as much as his parents did, and even though he has now made peace with what he is, he still refuses to fall into any stereotypes. Yoongi is not soft, not emotional, not kind or caring towards children, and he certainly isn’t whining over Alphas. Yoongi doesn’t whine. Period.

Unloading his boxes and equipment into the cottage takes only a few trips, but it has Yoongi out of breath and sweating. Cardio, he should really work on it.

Deciding to take a break before unboxing, he makes his way to the kitchen for a glass of water and is stopped short by the pictures on the fridge.

It’s him. All over his estranged grandmother’s fridge. The fridge is covered in over two dozen wallet sized photos of Yoongi, all lined up in chronological order, so he can see himself grow up right in front of his eyes. There are baby photos, photos from his birthdays, school photos, Christmas photos, and photos of him participating (definitely just participating, not winning) in sports.

Yoongi blinks back his tears and feels the guilt rip through him again. Even after he moved out of his parent’s house, he never visited his grandmother. Never thought to, didn’t even know her number. He should have, he should have visited her, got to know her, at least have been there when she got sick. Instead, she was alone in this cottage surrounded by kittens and photos of a grandson she barely knew. He felt horrible.

Yoongi grabs a glass of water, sits on his grandmother’s floral couch and tries to think about what he can do to clear his conscience. How can he repay the love his grandmother gave him that he never returned? How can he honour the memory of someone he did not know? Not selling her cottage for a quick buck and living here instead was a good first step. He thinks she would have liked that.

His answer comes to him six hours later after he finishes unpacking his last box (he packed light) when he finds a photo clipped to an old day planner. The photo is of his grandmother’s house, with a birthday letter she had written on the back. The house in the photo looked the same as it does now but with the addition of flower beds overflowing with vibrant purple flowers. Ah, the purple flowers, that was about the only thing he remembered being constant in the photos his grandmother sent. The front lawn was always teeming over with beautiful bushes and flowers, particularly purple ones. So many purple ones. She could have branched out on the colour wheel a bit if Yoongi was being honest.

But Yoongi now knew what he was going to do. He had passed a flower shop as he drove through town. Since the town was so small, it was likely the only one and must have been the one his grandmother frequented. Grabbing his car keys off the counter, Yoongi makes his way back out the door.

A strong woody smell hits him just as he’s locking his front door. Yoongi stiffens and turns to find a broad man who could only be an alpha walking up his driveway, eyes wide as he surveys his car.

Yoongi makes his way over to the man warily. He is tall, broad, with thick lips and sharp eyes. He’s handsome, looks around Yoongi’s age, and smells like pine needles in the fall. Yoongi isn’t a fan of people in general, but young male alphas always get his back up. Male alphas in particular liked to look down at Yoongi for being a male omega. They’d laugh at him one minute, then try to get into his pants the next. He hated it.

“Oh hi.” Says the man when he finally tears his eyes away from his car and up at Yoongi. He smiles displaying deep dimples on his cheeks. Cute, Yoongi thinks reluctantly.

“Hello, can I help you?” Yoongi asks shortly. He isn’t in the mood for pleasantries. He never is.

The man bows. “You must be halmeoni Bora’s grandson. I’m Kim Namjoon, I’m your neighbour.” He straightens and points to the little house across the road.

“Yea I am. Min Yoongi.” Yoongi bows back a little awkwardly. Now this is something you don’t get in Seoul. Neighbours coming over for chit chat.

“Min Yoongi-ssi, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m so sorry for your loss. We all loved Bora so dearly, I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you.” Namjoon says sadly, bowing his head.

“Oh,” says Yoongi. Would it be awkward to say he didn’t know her well. Yea probably. “…Thanks.”

“Is there anything I can help you with? Do you need any help moving in or anything?” Namjoon prompts, taking a step closer and smiling down at Yoongi again.

Tall. Damn Namjoon is tall. “No, no that’s fine. I just finished unpacking everything. But thanks for the offer.”

“Are you staying?” Namjoon asks hopefully.

“Yes, well for now anyway. We’ll see. I’ll have to go back to Seoul time to time for work.” Yoongi says rubbing the back of his neck hoping the small talk would soon come to an end so he can get to the flower shop before it closes.

“Oh what do you do for work?” Namjoon asks conversationally, leaning against his newly painted car (Be nice Yoongi) seeming to have no intention of leaving any time soon.

“I’m a writer.” Yoongi says shortly, taking a step away from his car hoping Namjoon would take the hint.

“Oooh me too! What do you write?” Namjoon asks excitedly, still not moving away from his precious, (very newly painted) car.

“Music.”

“Wow, we are very different types of writers then. Haha. I write poetry.” Namjoon continues, not deterred in the slightest from Yoongi’s short answers.

“That’s cool.” Says Yoongi politely. Although truthfully, he’s never really gotten into poetry.

Namjoon switches the topic suddenly, “Do you have a mate?”

Yoongi freezes up. Why is this question always asked to Omegas like they can’t function on their own? Why is living alone as an omega such a shock to Alphas? “Nope.” Yoongi says sharply through gritted teeth. “Just me.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen comically at Yoongi’s tone, and he puts his hands up in surrender. “I don’t mean to offend you! I was just wondering if I had any other new neighbours. Nothing wrong with living alone, I do too. I love the solitude.”

Yoongi relaxes a fraction. This guy seems to be just an awkward but friendly person. “Yea, but you’re an alpha.” He rolls his eyes as he says it.

Namjoon smiles again, showing off those dimples. Yoongi relaxes even more. He seems like a gentle guy, which is uncommon for an alpha. But hey, Yoongi hates stereotypes as much as the next guy. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m fit to live alone. I break everything I touch and set my kitchen on fire twice trying to cook.” Namjoon laughs. “So I should have a mate, or at least a roommate to keep me in line.”

Yoongi gives Namjoon a small smile. “How old are you, that you can’t cook yet?”

Namjoon rubs his neck sheepishly. “Uh, 26. I swear I’m good at a lot of other things. Cooking just hasn’t … clicked with me.”

Yoongi’s smile widens revealing his gums. Namjoon is cute, and younger than him.

Namjoon’s smile widens back, making his dimples even deeper. “Well Namjoon-ssi who can’t cook. I’m on my way to the flower shop to buy some flowers for my grandmother’s house. I know she always had purple ones, so I thought I’d keep the tradition alive.”

Namjoon straightens from his car (finally!) his eyes softening. “That’s why she was called Bora. I’m glad you are doing that, Bora would have loved it I’m sure.” Yoongi just nods awkwardly, shuffling his feet. He’s glad to hear that it is something his grandmother would have liked. “And you can call me hyung. I’m sure we’ll see a lot of each other, neighbour.”

Yoongi looks up and smirks. “But I’m older than you Namjoon-ssi.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to assume! Sorry, you .. haha, you look so young.”

Yoongi shrugs. “I’m just a year older than you.” He’s used to it. Used to people assuming he’s younger than his 27 years. His mother assures him that one day he will be thankful that he looks younger than his age. But today, when he’s trying to make his way in the professional world and be taken seriously, he isn’t.

“Then…” Namjoon looks away, “Can I call you hyung?”

Yoongi shrugs, still smiling. He’s never allowed someone to call him hyung so quickly. But he likes Namjoon, and he will probably see him from time to time (still not nearly as often as Namjoon suggested), so Yoongi decides to give the awkward alpha an exception. “If you want to.”

Namjoon flashes his dimpled smile at him again, looking a little embarrassed. “I do. Thank you hyung.” He starts walking backwards. “I won’t take up any more of your time, I’m sure you wanna get those flowers planted before it gets dark.”

Yoongi nods, watching Namjoon continue to back up for some reason instead of turning around and walking away like a normal person. Just as Namjoon reaches the back wheel of Yoongi’s car, his foot catches on god knows what, and he goes down.

Yoongi yells as Namjoon falls on his car, the zipper from his sweater making a scratching sound as it scrapes down his car during Namjoon’s painful, almost slow-motion descent to the ground.

Namjoon groans as his ass hits the ground. Yoongi rushes forward about to offer to help Namjoon up when he notices the car. The paint above the wheel bed has a long thin scrape going down it from Namjoon’s zipper. Yoongi retracts his hand and exhales. Be nice Yoongi, it was an accident. Be nice Yoongi.

Namjoon gets up clumsily, bright red in the face. “Oh my god.” He says, noticing the scratch Yoongi is staring at and covering his face with his hands. “I’m so sorry, oh my god. I’ll pay to have it fixed, I’m so sorry-“

“It’s okay.” Yoongi cuts off Namjoon’s rambling tightly. “You don’t need to pay, I have the money to fix it.” His new car! “It’s … fine.” It is most definitely NOT fine, but Yoongi is trying to be nice. He is a new refined grandson, he is going to make his grandmother proud and be nice to her neighbour. Make a good impression, you can fix paint. Relax Yoongi.

“A-are you sure?” Namjoon asks from between his fingers, still looking extremely embarrassed.

“Yes, it’s fine.” Yoongi repeats. He’s mad, but Namjoon is such a cute alpha, it’s hard to stay angry. He’s certainly never met an alpha like this before. Standing in front of him apologizing, blushing, and stuttering. This is truly a new experience for Yoongi.

“okay,” Namjoon says starting to back away again. “Sorry again, I’ll just go back to my house and crawl into bed and be embarrassed for the rest of my life, don’t mind me.”

“For gods sake man, turn around and walk forward before you fall again!” Yoongi yells exasperatedly, opening his drivers side door, but not taking his eyes off the ridiculous alpha.

“Right, sorry.” Namjoon says hastily, turning back around and giving a final wave over his shoulder the backs of his ears red. “Sorry again, it was nice to meet you hyung.”

Yoongi shakes his head and gets in his car, starting the engine. It was weird having someone he just met call him hyung, but for some reason, Namjoon’s deep voice made it sound pleasant to Yoongi’s ears.

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The flower shop was a tall skinny building nestled in the middle of the main street. The large front windows displayed bouquets bursting with brightly coloured flowers, hanging plants with leaves dropping to the floor, and vines circling the architecture of the shop. The sign above the shop read “The Flower Boy”, and next to it was an arcane symbol.

Yoongi freezes, looking around. Magic isn’t exactly illegal, but it isn’t exactly welcomed with open arms either. Arcane symbols are usually used over magical shops like apothecaries to let mages and the regular passers-by alike know that the shop contains magical artifacts. But to have the symbol over a flower shop? What magic could possibly be in a flower shop? And more importantly, why would someone choose to proudly display the sign when they clearly didn’t have to? The arcane symbol doesn’t exactly bring you good business.

The people passing by the shop look in the windows to ooh and ahh over the flower arrangements, and an elderly couple sits on the bench outside seemingly without a care in the world. Apparently, this town didn’t have a problem with the arcane symbol being displayed over the shop. Taking one last wary look around to make sure no one would make a fuss or suspect him of being a magic user by going into the shop, (that’s the last thing he needs on his first day in a new town) Yoongi steps forward and pushes open the front door sending the windchimes tinkling.

Inside, the shop is just as picturesque as the outside. A little counter with a cash register on the left displays the prices while long rows of shelves display plants and flowers of every size, shape and colour except, ironically enough, purple.

Yoongi slowly steps inside, and not seeing any employee nearby, starts to walk up and down the aisles. Yoongi makes it around the whole shop, before realizing that there really isn’t any purple flowers. Not even one. In the entire store. What the hell?

Where else could his grandmother have gotten her flowers? Did she go somewhere out of town? Yoongi was not up for a road trip just for some purple flowers.

Deciding that he would ask Namjoon the next time he saw him, Yoongi starts making his way through the shop back towards the door. Just as he is passing the cash counter, the door behind it opens and Yoongi stops dead in his tracks.

Yoongi stops for two reasons: One – He is hit with a shock of different scents all coming off the guy who just stepped through the door. Omega. He smells like omega. But not just one, Yoongi gets a strong whiff of a bunch of different sweet omega scents from strawberry, to milk chocolate, to honey, to some kind of floral scent among others. And just below the omega scents is a dark musk that refuses to be drowned out. It smells of freshly cut grass and autumn leaves, and it is unmistakably alpha.

Reason number two: and no big deal or anything, but the man who walks out the door is the most beautiful man Yoongi has ever seen in his life. He is tall, lean but built; however, it isn’t his body that makes him impressive. He has a face that makes Yoongi one hundred percent sure God picks favourites. He has dark eyes with long lashes, a sharp strong nose and an even stronger jaw with full pink lips. Yoongi’s omega was having a bit of a hard time keeping calm.

The man in question seems to notice Yoongi staring and gives him a wide boxy smile. Jesus. “Hello sweetheart, you’re new.” He says in a deep husky voice, and honestly fuck everything. How does one person win so hard at life?

The deep soulful voice does have the benefit of snapping Yoongi out of his horny trance. Damn it Yoongi, pull yourself together, you’ve seen a pretty face before. Granted, not like this.

Not willing to let the man have the satisfaction of seeing him slipping, Yoongi pulls his face back into his signature scowl, not even wanting to know what expression he was wearing before, and turns to face the man full on. Ow, it hurts more from this angle. “What, do you have some kind of omega harem or something?” Yoongi asks sniffing the air and purposely breathing in the different omega smells. If he also ends up breathing in the alpha’s cut grass and autumn leaves smell, then so be it.

The star of Yoongi’s future wet dreams grins at him, “Not that I know of. Just a big house.” He leans against the counter and appraises Yoongi slowly, making him squirm. “Are you just passing through or are you new to town?”

“I’m new.” Yoongi says lamely, not knowing exactly how to go back to being a functional human being after being confronted with the honestly insulting amount of beauty in front of him.

The future supermodel’s eyes light up and he quickly moves around the counter towards Yoongi.

Oh no, it’s coming. Yoongi’s usually good at masking his emotions, but right now he’s not sure what his usually serene orange scent is doing. It may be betraying him, and he doesn’t want this Adonis to know just how pathetically turned on he is. He is one more stupidly endearing, boxy smile away from leaking slick.

The literal God in human form sweeps himself into a low, impressive bow before smiling back up at Yoongi excitedly. “It’s great to meet you then neighbour! My name is Kim Taehyung. I am at your full service!”

Yoongi bows back awkwardly. “Min Yoongi, uh, nice to meet you too.” And with that smooth reply, Yoongi considers joining Namjoon in curling under his bed and dying for the rest of his life.

“Wow, Min is my favourite name!” Taehyung gushes.

Yoongi blinks at him. “Uh, okay?”

“Have you met many other people in town yet?” Taehyung continues, “there are quite a few really cool people around our age. And lot of omegas too, as you can probably smell.”

Taehyung laughs a deep husky laugh that goes straight to Yoongi’s groin. Fuck. “Uh, well I met my neighbour Namjoon, but I just moved in today, and I work from home-“

“Oh!” Taehyung cuts him off and inspects his face closely as if he’s looking for something. “You must be halmeoni Bora’s grandson. I’m so sorry for your loss. We all loved her dearly, she was like a grandmother to many of us.”

Taehyung bows his head the same way Namjoon did, and Yoongi feels awkward the same as before. “Thanks, I, uh, didn’t really know her that well...” Yoongi starts. He’s getting uncomfortable with receiving so much sympathy that he really doesn’t deserve.

Taehyung’s gaze softens, and he gives him a sweet smile. Yep, still fucking hot. “That’s okay, she was still your grandmother and you still lost her. And I know she loved you. She loved everyone.”

Yoongi looks down at his feet and feels guilty all over again, reminding him of why he’s here. “Thank you, that’s actually why I’m here. I was looking for some purple flowers. She usually had them-“

“Oh yes!” Taehyung shouts clapping his hands together and giving Yoongi an impossibly wide smile. “I have them all ready, I wasn’t sure what to do with them after she passed, I decided on keeping them in case she had a relative come to claim them and it looks like a good thing I did!”

Yoongi blinks looking around the store with no purple flowers in sight. “You, have them?”

“Yes,” Taehyung grins, grabbing Yoongi’s probably sweaty hand (another reason for Yoongi to die), and starts dragging him through the store. “I keep them in my greenhouse out back. She has so many of them, so they need more space, and I don’t want anyone else to buy them up. I can’t say no to anyone.”

Yoongi lets the disgustingly hot, if not slightly odd, Taehyung drag him through the store while he gets an eyeful of that ass. Why did this guy get to have everything? Who gets a face and an ass like that? Like, it’s one or the other right? And since when is Yoongi attracted to a big ass?

Since now apparently.

Taehyung opens the back door to reveal an expansive greenhouse covered from floor to ceiling by hundreds of flowers in every shade of purple. The flowers range from big lavender rose bushes taking up a whole wall, to small individual little pansies that line a shelf in the middle.

Yoongi sucks in a breath at the sight. Oh my god, there was no way he could manage all of these.

Taehyung steps inside and turns around to face Yoongi, spreading his arms wide, “Here are my babies!” He announces proudly, giving Yoongi a goofy grin. Is this really the man he thought was sex incarnate a few seconds ago?

“Babies?” Yoongi questions, slightly overwhelmed by his surroundings, not to mention Taehyung’s bubbly excitement.

Taehyung giggles. Actually giggles. The grown ass, tall, manly as all hell alpha actually giggled. “They have been anxious about their new home, so they’ll be so happy to hear that you’re here. Just give me one moment.” Taehyung turns around keeping his arms raised and addresses the greenhouse at large.

“Attention everyone! I know we have had a rough last couple months. All the uncertainty, and sadness, and our loss still lies heavy on our hearts. But today, I bring you your new caretaker.” Taehyung points dramatically to Yoongi. Uh oh. Any boner Yoongi had for this guy has been successfully deflated. He has a sinking suspicion he knows why the arcane symbol was above the door. “Halmeoni Bora’s grandson, the pretty Min Yoongi! He is here to take you to your forever home!”

Pretty? Yoongi blushes in spite of himself. The guy might be weird, but he was still hot, and he’ll take a compliment if he’s handing them out. He would have preferred something more along the lines of sexy, or incredibly manly though. “Ummmm,” Yoongi starts, realizing Taehyung has gone quiet waiting for him to say something. “so … plant mage?”

Taehyung flashes his boxy smile at him. “Yep! They are very excited to meet you.” Taehyung turns back to the plants and giggles again. “The violets find you particularly pretty.” Taehyung turns back around and winks at him. “And I don’t blame them. The lilacs though … it might take you a little longer to warm up to them. They are wary of most strangers, don’t take it personally.”

“Okay…” Yoongi says at a loss for words. There are so many flowers in front of him it’s overwhelming and Taehyung is … a lot. Yoongi doesn’t want to judge him for being a mage that can talk to plants, he’d be a huge hypocrite if he did, but it is all a bit … too much.

“Listen Taehyung, I’m uh, glad you did all this for my grandmother, but this is really too many plants to take care of by myself.” Yoongi says, shuffling backwards towards the door, unsure of what to do. “I typically work long hours and I don’t know how often to water them, or if there’s any maintaining-“

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” Taehyung interjects quickly, “Namjoon knows the drill, he can help you through it. He’s been watering halmeoni Bora’s plants with her for the last few years now. It’ll be a great bonding experience too!”

“Bonding experience?” Yoongi asks warily, still slowly backing away from the energetic man.

“Oh, there are so many people in town you have to meet!” Taehyung continues happily, oblivious to Yoongi’s discomfort. “You can start with coming to my movie nights! They’re every Friday night.”

“Uh, I don’t think-“

Taehyung whirls back around towards the flowers suddenly, and holds up a hand making Yoongi pause. “Stop it guys, you’re not slick.” Taehyung pouts at a rose bush.

“Uhm-“

“Oh! And you can join my harem as you called it, too,” Taehyung continues, giving one last glare to the roses.

Wait what? “I’ll make a group chat! What are your thoughts on the Marvel Universe? Specifically, Iron Man? Jungkook has got a lot of wild ideas-“

“Listen, Taehyung!” Yoongi almost yells, cutting off the rambling alpha. Yoongi was backing up in earnest now, completely overwhelmed. “it’s been uh … it’s been … meeting you, but I actually don’t think I can get all this right now,” He gestures to the massive greenhouse full of flowers. “I mean yea…”

“Oh no.” Says Taehyung, his face falling. He flushes pink in the cheeks and tries to take a cautious step towards him.

Yoongi’s faster though, “I’m just gonna … go ...” He spins on his heel, and almost runs from the shop.

“No, wait Yoongi-ssi!” He hears Taehyung call before he swings open the front door, windchimes tinkling loudly, and disappears out the shop.

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Yoongi leans his head against the steering wheel and groans. The whole ride home he had the conversation with Taehyung running through his mind. He feels like a jackass. He’ll never be able to return to that flower shop again now that he’s made a fool of himself. He could have at least taken a couple of the purple flowers to plant for his grandmother. Now what is he going to do?

Yoongi steps out of his newly gravel accosted car and feels his stomach drop. There, on his front lawn, in oversized overalls and gardening gloves, is a stupidly smiling Namjoon. Shit.

Yoongi can feel his ears get hot. Of course, everyone in town was not only weird, but they all seemed to know each other too. “Yoongi hyung, you’re back! I know halmeoni Bora had a lot of flowers reserved with Taehyung so I thought I’d help you plant!” Namjoon gives him a goofy grin, showing off his gardening gloves.

Yoongi feels his face flush at the sound of Taehyung’s name. “Uh...” He says, at a loss for words. How does he explain to Namjoon that he had a mental breakdown because Taehyung was too nice, too friendly, and most importantly, too hot. “Yea … about that…”

“Don’t worry hyung,” Namjoon plows on, “I used to take care of halmeoni Bora’s plants with her, I know exactly how to look after them. I even made you a watering and trimming schedule while you were gone!” Namjoon pulls out a small notebook from the front pocket of his overalls. Fuck. “We can do it together so it’s not too much work for you. We can assign shifts and everything so that it fits with our normal work hours!”

Yoongi ducks down and takes a deep breath. What is wrong with these people? Why do they expect to be able to just force themselves into the life of a complete stranger? Yoongi hasn’t had any close friends since high school, focusing hard on his writing and his music in college and losing touch. Making friends as an adult is difficult, or at least it used to be. He didn’t have neighbours in Seoul make him a gardening planner or ask to add him to Marvel Universe group chats.

“That’s … very thoughtful Namjoon, but … um, I couldn’t…” He gestures helplessly to his car behind him as though that would explain his entire situation.
“You couldn’t fit all of them into your car?” Namjoon guesses chuckling. “Yea, I thought of that after you left. I have my pickup truck. I can go pick up the rest for you?”

Yoongi bites his lip. This day has really not gone the way he thought it would. He had planned on unpacking his belongings into a nice, white walled, tastefully furnished home, and staying up until late working on his current song with a glass of wine and a plate of gummy bears. Now, he just feels guilty that his grandmother loved him, that he ran out on an overly friendly, overly hot plant mage, and that he is going to disappoint his new neighbour that he kind of likes. “I didn’t get any.” Yoongi admits quietly.

Namjoon, still smiling furrows his brows slightly, “Oh, was Taehyung not there? He usually works Wednesday evenings.”

“No, no” Yoongi says faintly. “He was there. He was very, very there. Extremely there. Maybe a little too there, if you know what I mean.”

Namjoon is frowning now. “Uh, I don’t actually. He still had the flowers didn’t he?”

“Oh yes, all eight hundred of them,” Yoongi says tiredly.

He gives him a small smile. “Yea, halmeoni Bora loved flowers.”

“It was a lot,” Yoongi admits quietly. “Too much … I … didn’t really know what to do with all them. Or Taehyung …”

Namjoon frowns slightly at the mention of Taehyung, but then his face softens and he walks towards Yoongi, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I understand Yoongi. You just lost her, seeing something to remind you of her so much like that can be a lot.”

Yoongi looks up at Namjoon helplessly. That wasn’t exactly what he meant at all, but it sounded better than: I can’t take responsibility for a lot of plants, and I don’t know what to do when a hot alpha is trying to induct me into his harem.

“I can go pick them up for you if you want. All of them should fit into my truck. Taehyung knows that I’m your neighbour, he’ll give the flowers to me.” Namjoon offers quietly, his pine scent giving off calming pheromones.

Yoongi sighs in defeat. He really does want the flowers for his grandmother. Namjoon is also offering a way for Yoongi to not have to come into contact with Taehyung again, so it really is a win, win. He even appreciates the calming pheromones. Usually, that kind of thing gets his back up, but Namjoon’s scent has an unobtrusive, homey feel to it. “I would actually really appreciate that Namjoon.”

He gives him a dimpled smile, “It’s no problem at all. I’m a big strong alpha, I’ll get those plants back here in no time.”

Yoongi returns his smile, “The big strong alpha who writes poetry.”

“Hey poetry’s badass man. Show some respect.” Namjoon scoffs in mock offense.

“Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Yoongi says to Namjoon’s retreating back as he walks across the road towards his truck. He’s pretty sure that Namjoon’s gloved hand just flipped him off. He grins.

“Just keep the receipt. You’re not paying for all of those, I’m going to pay you back.” He says firmly.

Namjoon nods and gives him one last wave goodbye before starting his truck and peeling out of his driveway back towards town.

Yoongi lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and makes his way back inside.

He changes into an old holey pair of jeans and a comfortable oversized t-shirt for gardening, then flops down on his couch, putting one arm over his eyes. Is it always going to be like this here? Is he going to have to endure young, hot alphas getting all up in his business everyday?

Yoongi didn’t really have a problem if Taehyung wanted to …

He groans remembering what an idiot he made of himself in front of the bubbly demi-god. Nope. Never mind, he can never see that man again. He ruined his chance to ever again see such a fine specimen in the flesh. He is never going into town again; he will spend the remainder of his days in his kitten filled cottage ordering life’s essentials online.

-

Yoongi wakes up sometime later to a loud crashing sound and a scream of, “Ow fuck, my tiddies Joonie hyung!”

Yoongi sits bolt upright on the couch, not having remembered falling asleep in the first place, and checks the time. It’s 7 pm, the sun will be setting soon.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Yoongi gets up and opens his front door to a … scene for lack of a better word, on the front yard.

Namjoon’s pickup truck is parked sideways on his driveway so the headlights are facing his yard, purple flowers cover the lawn in haphazard piles, and Kim Namjoon is hunched over trying to distangle the snap on his overalls from none other than the harem owning Kim Teahyung’s hair.

Yoongi clears his throat, and both alphas look up at him. Taehyung yelps, sharply ripping his hair from Namjoon’s snap and hiding behind the rose bush in front of him, while Namjoon just smiles at him sheepishly. “Hi hyung,” he says, “I brought your flowers …” he looks down at the figure behind the rose bush with an odd expression, “and help.”

“Er, thanks.” Says Yoongi, making his way further into the front yard and getting hit hard with the fresh grass and leaves smell. God Taehyung smells good. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh,” says Namjoon, giving Taehyung another odd look, “nothing, I didn’t pay anything for them.”

At this, Taehyung pops up from behind the rose bush flushed in the face, “Your grandmother paid for them ahead of time before she passed!” he says a little too loudly.

“Oh okay …” says Yoongi taken aback. “Out of curiosity, what were you going to do if no one came to claim them then?”

Taehyung’s ears tinge pink, and the fresh grass smell intensifies. Interesting. “Oh no, I definitely would have given the money back!” He says, awkwardly, making his way towards him. “I would have found you somehow to repay.”

“I’ll just go grab the shovel so I can till the flower beds.” Namjoon announces suddenly, before turning around and walking towards the shed in the back.

Kim Taehyung is now right in front of Yoongi, and all of his earlier embarrassment rushes back. Of course Namjoon had to bring Taehyung back with him. “Hi Yoongi-ssi.” Taehyung says bashfully, blinking at him with his long lashes. Why does a man have such long lashes?

“Hello,” he says, trying to reclaim his dignity, “Taehyung-ssi was it?” Smooth Yoongi, smooth. Yea, he’ll definitely believe that.

Taehyung nods biting his lip. “Sooo… about earlier. I’m sorry, I can be a bit-“

“No, no it’s not you,” Yoongi cuts him off quickly feeling incredibly embarrassed. “I was just a bit … It’s been a long day.” He finally sighs, rubbing his eyes.

Taehyung nods sympathetically. “Yea. I spoke to Joonie hyung on the ride over and he said you seem introverted like him. It took Joonie hyung weeks to finally hang out with us, and even then, it was only because he burned down his kitchen and Jinnie hyung offered to cook him food on the condition he came out for drinks.”

“I’m not that introverted.” Yoongi starts defensively.

“No no, it’s okay!” Says Taehyung quickly, giving him a wide smile, “introverted is great! Nothing wrong with that! I love introverts, they’re my favourite kind of verts!”

Before Yoongi figures out how to respond to that statement, there’s a loud clang sounding from behind Taehyung. They both turn to see Namjoon wrestling to get the shovel into the dirt between rocks.

“Don’t mind me, don’t mind me.” He waves them off, “I got this.”

Yoongi turns back to Taehyung to find him walking over to the flowerless cherry tree in his front yard. As he rests his left hand over the bark, small, light pink flowers start erupting from the branches. “This tree should have bloomed weeks ago.” He says with a beautiful smile, “he misses your grandmother.”

Taehyung, standing under a newly blossomed cherry tree with petals softly falling onto his hair and shoulders, is an image he could have gone his whole life without seeing, and now he will never see anything but, ever again. Yoongi’s breath catches, and his omega wakes up and purrs. It’s the most breathtaking thing he’s ever seen in his life. Disgusting.

“So, what do you do for work Yoongi-ssi?” Taehyung asks casually, as though he isn’t doing anything incredibly offensive right now, like looking like a literal fallen angel. “You mentioned working from home earlier…”

“Tae Tae,” Namjoon cuts in from behind them. “You know what he does for work, we literally had a full-length discussion about this in the car.”

Taehyung flushes and steps away from the tree, brushing the petals off. “He sleeps on a bed of lies, and burned down his kitchen microwaving chicken.” He hisses, purposely standing in front of Namjoon blocking Yoongi’s view of the alpha.

“Right.” Yoongi says slowly, still recovering from the cherry tree soft porn he just witnessed. “Uh well, I write music. I’m a lyricist if we’re being technical about it.”

“Oooh,” says Taehyung excitedly, as though this is his first time hearing this information, “have you written any songs for famous idols?”

Before Yoongi can answer there’s another bang from behind Taehyung. They both turn again to find Namjoon somehow on the ground this time with the shovel on top of him.

“Do you need help over there big strong alpha Joonie hyung?” Taehyung asks him teasingly.

“No, no I got this.” Namjoon brushes off, regaining his feet. “Just slipped is all. Ignore me, ignore me.”

Taehyung turns back to Yoongi and looks at him expectantly. “Uh, I have actually.” Yoongi says, picking up where he left off, “I work for BigHit entertainment, so I’ve written for a few.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide. “Wow that’s-“

This time it’s a loud snapping noise that has Taehyung and Yoongi whipping back around to look at the alpha. Namjoon is holding the handle of the shovel in one hand, while the scoop is still imbedded in the dirt completely disconnected from the handle. The wood at the bottom of the handle is split and cracked where it detached.

Namjoon looks up at Yoongi sheepishly, red in the face. “Sorry hyung.”

“Oh that’s fine, that’s not-“ Yoongi pauses, and looks from the broken shovel in Namjoon’s hand to his open shed a few feet away. “That’s my shovel isn’t it.” He deadpans.

Namjoon nods sadly. “Sorry hyung, I’ll replace it I promise.”

Yoongi sighs, he feels like this is something he’ll have to get used to with Namjoon as his neighbour. “It’s fine Namjoon.”

Yoongi looks at the soil Namjoon is having such a hard time tilling and gets an idea, his fingers tingling. He hasn’t used his magic in so long. What has it been? Three years, four? There’s not a lot of opportunities for an earth elemental in the city. He looks up at the two alphas. Taehyung is a mage himself and based on the town’s reaction to his arcane symbol adorned flower shop, Namjoon likely wouldn’t freak out either.

His magic senses that he’s made up his mind and lights up inside his core, giving him a slight buzz. Oh yea, that’s the feeling. He hasn’t felt this in so long. He’s forgotten how good it was.

Yoongi walks confidently over to the flowerbed Namjoon was unsuccessfully shovelling and kneels down on the edge of it. “Can you remove the shovel?” He asks, looking up to see Namjoon’s puzzled expression.

“Oh, no you don’t have to hyung, I got this.”

“No, it’s okay Namjoon,” Yoongi interrupts him, holding out his hands and letting the magic flood his body so his eyes glow a soft green. “This is what I do.”

Namjoons mouth drops into a wide ‘o’ and he pulls the shovel out of the earth setting it aside.

“Step out of the flower bed too.” Yoongi instructs, feeling his magic teeming with anticipation.

As soon as Namjoon steps away, Yoongi lets the magic run out of his fingers and into the soil. He is hit with full body pleasure starting from the tips of his fingers and spreading all the way down to his toes. He lets his head fall back as the euphoric feeling fills him, and he thinks he may have actually moaned. He hasn’t felt this in a long time, why hasn’t he done magic sooner? He feels so alive, every nerve in his body alight.

He pushes his magic through the soil, breaking up the compacted ground and churning it around. He then spreads his magic to the adjacent flower beds giving them the same treatment, soaking up the euphoric feeling.

This is a perk he didn’t know he would have moving to countryside. He now has a reason, and a place, to use his magic that he didn’t have in his skyrise apartment complex in Seoul.

After churning the soil a little longer than is strictly necessary, Yoongi finally opens his eyes and retracts his magic, his body still tingling with aftershocks.

He looks up through hooded eyes at the alphas who had gathered around him as he worked. They both wear equal expressions of awe and Yoongi flushes slightly with pleasure.

Taehyung grabs onto Namjoons arm tightly, still not looking away from Yoongi’s eyes, and stage whispers, “Hyung, he’s an earth mage.”

Namjoon pats his head soothingly. “I believe the correct term is elemental.”

Taehyung just nods, still staring at him. Yoongi feels his neck get hot and has to look away, breaking eye contact with the beautiful alpha. “Hyung!” Taehyung whines at Namjoon, shaking his arm slightly.

“I know Tae Tae.” Namjoon tells him soothingly. “Should I get the fertilizer?” He asks Yoongi.

Oh right. Yoongi didn’t even think about the fertilizer. It was probably a good thing that Namjoon ended up picking up the flowers. Yoongi obviously lacked the prerequisite gardening knowledge.

“Yea, I can put that in too,” Yoongi says with excitement, feeling the tingle in his fingers again, eager to let out some more magic after having it pent up for so long.

Namjoon and Taehyung quickly move to the back of the truck and each lug out two huge sacks of fertilizer with ease, making them look like nothing more than throw pillows. Alphas. It’s honestly pretty arousing, and Yoongi has to look away from Taehyung’s bulging biceps. He doesn’t need any more ammo for his sexual fantasies from that alpha, thank you very much.

The two alphas set the fertilizer bags down in front of him and back away with identical eager grins on their faces. Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, “How the hell do you expect me to get it out of the bag?” He gestures to the two, very sealed bags of fertilizer. “You have to open it first geniuses.”

Namjoon steps forward and quickly rips long slashes into the plastic with his keys, then returns to stand next to Taehyung., both of them smiling at him again like complete fucking dumbasses. “Fuck sake, do I look like a telekinetic to you?” Yoongi looks at the ripped bags exasperatedly, “what do you want me to do, levitate the fertilizer out of the bag and onto the earth? I’m an earth mage, I move the earth, the fertilizer has to be touching the earth before I can do shit with it.”

“Oh right!” says Taehyung sheepishly. The two alphas finally get a clue and dump the bags out in front of Yoongi.

Shaking his head, Yoongi reaches for the earth again, and releases his magic. The same wonderful sensation fills him, and he feels so full, so complete. He churns the soil again, this time churning in the fertilizer. He spreads the fertilizer through the earth and into the other surrounding flower beds, before finally reeling in his magic and sitting back on his knees.

Taehyung has a far away look in his eyes as he stares at the newly fertilized garden. “Wow, we’re the same.”

Namjoon pats him on the head again. “Nope. Not even mildly similar.” Then turns to Yoongi, flashing him a dimpled grin, “that was really cool hyung!”

Yoongi chuckles shyly, “Thanks, most people aren’t fans of magic.”

Namjoon just shrugs. “I wish I was a mage. Only Tae Tae’s family are mages in this town, and they have a really good reputation.” He nods in the still spaced out Taehyung’s direction, “they’ve done so much for the community, so people view magic here a bit differently than what you’re probably used to. I’ve actually written several poems on the fear of the unknown and the animosity it brings to magic users. I can lend them to you if you’d like.”

He gives him a small smile. “Uh, sure, I’ll give them a read.” Yoongi offers, liking Namjoon more and more.

Namjoon finally nudges Taehyung, breaking him from his staring contest with the exposed skin of Yoongi’s thigh through the large holes in his jeans. “Tae, stop creaming your pants and let’s start before it gets dark.” Yoongi blushes, realizing that his jean rips are almost the length of his entire thigh, but too flattered that the gorgeous alpha was looking to be self-conscious about it.

-

The three of them get to work. Namjoon and Taehyung seem to know how to landscape everything, easily moving around each other, directing where the plants should go.

It all goes pretty smoothly until Taehyung gets into it again with one of the rose bushes. “SOMEONE, not naming names, is going to be going into the backyard.” He gives the bush the stink eye, “You know who you are.”

Yoongi and Namjoon just stare at him. “Nope, it’s too late now, you know what you did.” Taehyung continues, carrying the bush around the house. “Someone needs to go back here, and you volunteered yourself earlier today buddy.”

When Taehyung returns dusting dirt off his hands, Yoongi has to ask, “Ummm, do they not like the backyard?”

“Roses are very vain, they like to be seen.” Taehyung explains, “they won’t get as much action in the backyard. BUT THEY’LL HAVE TO LEARN TO LIVE WITH IT!” He yells the last part over his shoulder.

-

The three of them actually work quite effectively with each other. Taehyung gives Yoongi a lot of space but seems to always be watching him out of the corner of his eye as though one small move will spook him. While this leaves Yoongi feeling a little nervous and self-conscious, the toned down, relatively quiet Taehyung is a nice change, and he finds himself enjoying his stupidly attractive company.

When the sun sets, Namjoon turns on the headlights of his truck to illuminate the yard as they continue to work. “Won’t your battery run out?” Yoongi asks him in the middle of watering a newly planted lilac bush.

“Nah, this girl’s a trooper,” Namjoon says, patting the hood, “her battery can go for days.”

-

They continue to work through the night with the supply of unplanted flowers dwindling by the hour.

Right as Yoongi is planting his last petunia, Taehyung sidles up to him and sits down quietly by his side. “Hi Yoongi-ssi.” He says after a beat.

Yoongi lets out an attractive grunt in response. Why can’t he ever act cool around Taehyung?

“You’re really good at this.” He continues, shuffling a little closer and giving a gentle flick to the rose bush in front of him. Yoongi looks up to see that the rose bush in question had extended a branch with the rose on the end almost touching his forehead. The flower snaps back into place at Taehyung’s touch. “The plants love you, especially the roses. They sometimes forget about their thorns though.” He gives the plant a stern look, “so be careful around them.”

“Okay…” Yoongi says at a loss for words. He’s never seen plants come alive and move until today. The plants were vibrant and wiggly in Taehyung’s presence. It was honestly a chore trying to move them as they kept trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Taehyung said that the plants thought it was funny to watch him struggle. The little bastards.

Taehyung starts picking at his nails, “Joonie hyung mentioned that you were a year older than him.”

“Yep.” He has a feeling he knows where this very transparent conversation is going.

“Wow, that’s so cool.” Taehyung hums, “you look young.”

Yoongi just nods, refusing to make this easy on him. “I’ve been told that before.”

“I’m a year younger than Joonie hyung, which is why I call him hyung…”He looks up at Yoongi with big puppy dog eyes, which is incredibly effective when you look like Taehyung, and he takes pity on him.

“Do you wanna call me hyung Taehyung-ssi?” Yoongi offers, grinning to himself.

“Oh, only if you absolutely insist!” Taehyung says excitedly, flashing him his wide boxy smile.

Yoongi chuckles softly, and finishes tucking the last petunia into the flower bed. The flower wiggles its petals happily.

“Look, I really am sorry for going full Tae Tae on you earlier. I just got excited.” Taehyung continues abashedly, “you’re so pretty, and young, and another male omega. Honestly, most people in this town are over 85.”

Yoongi’s mind gets stuck on the ‘pretty’, and his omega wakes up and preens, soaking up the warm autumn leaves smell that is particularly strong on Taehyung at the moment. That’s the second time Taehyung has called him pretty, not that he’s counting or anything.

Then Yoongi’s mind catches up with the rest of the conversation. Another male omega? “Wait, wait, wait, back up.” He says, “another one?”

Taehyung grins at him, “yea, my brother Jinnie hyung collects them.”

Yoongi blinks. “Collects them?”

“Mmhmm, he’s a male omega himself. He used to be the only one in town before he went to University.”

Wow, no wonder neither Namjoon nor Taehyung even batted an eye at Yoongi being an omega. “I’ve … actually never met another one.” He admits. Not that Yoongi ever really tried looking, but they were rare enough that the chances of accidentally running into one were slim to none.

“There are three in this town. Well, four now, with you.”

“Three???” Yoongi gapes. This town’s population is, like, 4000 people max, how the hell could it be home to three male omegas??

“Yea, Jinnie hyung dances.” Taehyung explains, stretching out his long (fuck, don’t look at them Yoongi) legs in front of him and leaning back on his hands. “He wanted to be an idol, or a dancer for one of the big companies, you know? You work for BigHit, have you ever seen a male omega dancer?”

Omegas aren’t seen much in the Idol scene at all truth be told, because of the competitive nature of it, it is dominated by alphas. BigHit made national headlines when it debuted its first omega idol, and they weren’t good headlines either. For some unfathomable reason, if an alpha hip thrusts on the floor, it’s hot and sexy, but if an omega does it, they’re a slut. The hypocrisy is infuriating, and it means that the omega idol doesn’t dance. She mostly just sings beautiful ballads. Yoongi really wants to write a song for her one day. “No I haven’t.” He tells him truthfully, “but to be fair, there aren’t many of us.”

Taehyung nods. “Exactly, that’s why companies have no idea what to do with them when they do wanna dance. They wouldn’t let Jinnie hyung join any of the male dance troops because he was an omega.” He scrunches up his face in distaste, “one company offered to let him dance with a female omega dance troop, but he said he stuck out, especially when some of the moves weren’t made for people with disco sticks if you know what I mean.” He winks.

Yoongi makes a disgusted face. “No, I absolutely do not know what you mean.”

Taehyung giggles. Fuck, it’s cute. “So then Jinnie hyung got mad and decided to make his own dance company, JinHit.” He continues, “it’s small still, but his dancers are really good. They could keep the studio open with their competition winnings alone.” He smiles warmly, “he made the company omega friendly. Particularly omega male friendly, and that’s how Hobi hyung and Jiminie came to town. They were both omega male dancers looking for a place to dance. The all male omega dance group only has three in it right now hyung …” He gives Yoongi a once over out of the corner of his eyes. He can feel himself flush, “the more the merrier.”

“Nope,” Yoongi says flatly, rubbing his dirty hands on the sides of his jeans, “don’t even think about it Taehyung, I don’t dance.”

The alpha pouts at him, but Yoongi just stares back blankly. Over his dead body would he ever dance in front of this eye candy of an alpha. “If you wanted …” Taehyung says slowly, “I could hook you up with them. I could make a group chat! One for omegas with pocket rockets only!” Yoongi chokes. “They’re really nice guys. I mean, my brother sucks quite a lot, but his face makes up for it for the most part.”

Yoongi considers it. He never thought it would matter to him, meeting people like him. But the thought of talking to three other male omegas also in the entertainment industry sounded quite … appealing. “You know, I’ve connected with these plants, so I can still feel them here all the way from the flower shop.” Taehyung continues, picking at his nails again, “I could like … let you know if one of them needs watering or anything … I could make like, I don’t know … make a group chat, with Joonie hyung too so the plants are healthy and happy and everything.” He looks up at Yoongi hopefully, a small smile curling his lips.

He sighs in defeat, “you really want me in a group chat don’t you Taehyung.”

Taehyung perks up, giving him a wide smile, “I mean, only if you wanna-“

“Give me your phone.” Yoongi cuts him off, reaching out his hand. Taehyung fumbles around for his phone, almost dropping it in his haste to give it to Yoongi.

He puts his number in (he’s probably going to severely regret this), and hands it back. “Yay!” Taehyung says happily, tucking his phone into his pocket, “you won’t regret this hyung, movie night this Friday is Rugrats in Paris! If you’re free of course.” He adds quickly.

Yoongi just stares at him. Rugrats in Paris. Taehyung stares back innocently.

“Hey Tae Tae,” Namjoon calls from beside his truck, breaking their staring contest. “Don’t mean to cock block but it looks like everything’s done here and it’s past midnight. We should let Yoongi hyung sleep.”

Taehyung jumps up quickly. “Of course!” he smiles happily at Yoongi. “Hyung,” his grin widens as he says word, “my house is the big one on the hill. You may not have seen it on your way here, it’s a bit out of the way, but that’s where I host my movie nights.”

Taehyung looks at him expectantly and waits. Yoongi sighs, shaking his head, “Okay, I’ll think about it Taehyung.” He says, having no intention of thinking about watching Rugrats in Paris.

“You should claim a bedroom.” Namjoon adds on, “most of the ones on the second floor are gone already, so unless you wanna walk up four flights of stairs, I suggest you get on that.”

“Claim a bedroom?” Yoongi asks.

Taehyung giggles and turns to Namjoon. “He calls the omegas who live with me my harem hyung.” Then to Yoongi he says, “My house has 27 bedrooms. Everyone who comes to movie night has a room claimed in case movie night shenanigans run too late.”

Okaaaay. “You have a bedroom?” Yoongi asks Namjoon.

He nods, “Yep, second floor, right next to Jin hyung’s room.”

“They actually have a connecting door.” Taehyung says happily, “It’s disgusting.”

“What the fuck do you think we’re using that door for exactly Kim Taehyung?” Namjoon demands, irritated.

Taehyung widens his eyes innocently, “I don’t know Joonie hyung, maybe playing a little peek-a-boo with your vein cane in the flesh pipe?”

“Get out.” Namjoon orders, looking absolutely disgusted. Yoongi’s right there with him.

Taehyung laughs his beautiful husky laugh and starts making his way back down Yoongi’s driveway. “Bye, Yoongi hyung, I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” He waves at him over his shoulder, winking.

Yoongi’s ears tinge pink as he watches Taehyung disappear into the night. Guess he lives close enough to walk home? The thought makes Yoongi squirm.

“Thanks for all your help Namjoon, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not a problem hyung.” Namjoon brushes off. “Just so you know, Taehyung and the rest of them can seem like a handful, but they’re some really cool people.” He gives him a sly look, “Give them a chance yea?”

He then pauses and seems to rethink, “You know what, honestly fuck Taehyung, don’t give him a chance in hell, but the other ones, they’re chill.”

“How many omegas live with him exactly?” Yoongi asks, trying to sound casual. When Taehyung had come to his house earlier, the omega scent was gone. He must have somehow wiped it off between then and when Yoongi had last seen him. He knows that he lives with other omegas, but the scents were so … potent. Either he rolled around and cuddled with them every day, or, there was something more.

“Six.” Namjoon answers, “his sister and her two friends Hayoon and Siyeon, and his brother and his friends Jimin and Hobi. Although Jimin’s really in and out, he lives with Jungkookie half the time. Jungkook’s an alpha, but he also has a bedroom claimed. Fourth floor.”

“And Taehyung’s …” Yoongi begins, wondering how to frame his question without sounding like he actually cares about the answer.

“Unattached.” Says Namjoon with that sly grin again, successfully guessing Yoongi’s question and making him blush. He hates how relieved he feels right now. “It’s a strictly platonic harem.” So it was the rolling around and cuddling option. He honestly should have suspected that.

Before Yoongi can tell Namjoon that he totally doesn’t care if Taehyung is attached or not, the lawn suddenly goes pitch black.

“Why did your truck lights go out Namjoon?” Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest and giving an unimpressed look to the alpha.

He can hear Namjoon shuffling around in the dark then opening the truck door. Through the windshield, Yoongi watches the idiot sit there in his driver’s seat fiddling with the ignition.

A minute later, Namjoon climbs out of his truck with a look that can only be described as defeat on his face. “Your battery’s dead isn’t it.” Yoongi deadpans.

Namjoon nods sadly.

Yoongi sighs, “I’ll go get the jumper cables.”

Chapter Text

Yoongi wakes up the next morning groggy, disoriented, and wrapped in yarn batting kittens.

The events of the previous (ridiculously long) day slowly come back and he groans rolling over. He grabs his phone off the pink painted nightstand to find he has about 1000 notifications.

Oh yea, he gave Taehyung his phone number. What in God’s name possessed him to do that??

He resolutely ignores the messages and diligently goes through his morning routine. He showers (the tub has adhesive kittens on the bottom, for fuck sakes), makes himself a quick breakfast with what little food he has (make note to go grocery shopping), and a cup of strong black coffee.

He is firmly settled in front of his computer screen with his recent project open - a song for an up and coming all alpha idol group – before he finally decides to take the plunge and check the notifications.

Yoongi unlocks his phone to find that he has been added to no less than three group chats with the messages flying in by the second.

Yoongi sighs as he opens the first one called “THE FLOWER PALS”

Tae Tae: HEEEEEYYYY EVERYONE!!! THIS IS THE GC FOR KEEPING YOONGI HYUNGS PLANTS ALIVE! LETS GET IT!

Joonie: Everyone? It’s literally just me and Yoongi hyung

Tae Tae: AND WER GONNA DO A GREAT JOB!

ARE YOU AWAKE YET YOONGI HYUNG?

HYUNG???????

??????????????????????????????

Joonie: It’s 6 am Tae, let him rest

Yoongi promptly ignores that chat and moves onto the second one called “OMEGAS WITH NUT CANNONS”

Members: Tae Tae, Jiminieee, Hobi, Jinnie, Yoongi<3

Tae Tae: GUYSSSSSSS! SO IDK IF UV HEARD, BUT THERES A NEW OMEGA WITH A BONE RANGER IN TOWN

AND HE WORKS FOR BIGHIT AS A LYRICIST AND HE JUST WANTS TO MAKE NEW BONE RANGER FRIENDS!!!!

BE NICE

HES SOOOO COOOOOLLLLLLL :DDDDDD

Jiminieee: U woke me up at 2am to read me a haiku about his teeth. We know Tae Tae

Hobi: I didn’t know.

Where was I?

Jinnie: asleep thankfully

You missed him reading love poems about Yoongis eyes to the hydrangeas

Hobi: Tae was???

Tae Tae: LIESSSS.

GUYS, DONT SAY ANYTHING NEGATIVE ABOUT ME TO YOONGI HYUNG, HES SENSITIVE

Jiminieee: That was literally not your description of him at all last night

Jinnie: for the love of god, can we change the name of this group chat???

Tae Tae: NO <3

NOW BE NICE TO YOONGI AFTER I LEAVE AND IF YOU WANNA TELL HIM ABOUT HOW I WON THE COUNTY FAIR PIE EATING CONTEST

I WOULD BE TOTALLY OKAY WITH THAT

TIME OF 2 MINS 38 SECS

SECOND PLACE WAS OVER 3 MINS

CRUSHED EM

SO STRONG

Jinnie: Tae leave the fvcking chat

-Tae Tae left the group  

Jiminieee: Hi Yoongi! :D

Ive heard great things

Hobi: Literally what things???

Jimin is typing …

Yoongi quickly closes that group chat and moves onto the third one called “MOVIE NIGHT GANGSTERS”

Members: Tae Tae, Jiminieee, Hobi, Jinnie, Yoongi<3, Junkookie, Hayoonie, Jiho, Siyeon, Joonie

Jungkookie: Why are we gangsters?

We’re watching Rugrats in Paris

Tae Tae: EVERYONE! JOONIE HYUNG AND I HAVE A NEW BEST FRIEND! :DDD

Jiminieee: Hey! What the hell???!!

Tae Tae: HIS NAME IS MIN YOONGI

HES 1 YR OLDER THAN JOONIE HYUNG

A LYRICSIT FOR BIGHIT

HALMEONI BORAS GRANDSON

OMEGA WITH A MEAT THERMOMETER

BEDROOM EYES

ROSES LOVE HIM

DISCUSS! <3

Jiho: literally your nicknames for penis get more disgusting each day

Jinnie: you should see the name of the other group chat

Siyeon: Did he say he has bedroom eyes? Did I read that right??

Jinnie: yes, the hydrangeas know all about them

Hayoonie: ?????

Kim Taehyung explain yourself!

Jiminieee: I’m gonna need a pic for confirmation pls

Yoongi, send pic

It doesnt even have to be a nude either

But Itd be totes okay if it was

Jungkookie: I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR 5 MINS!

Jiminieee: I didnt say Id look babe <3

Siyeon: I need to hear more about these bedroom eyes

Jiminieee: I need to see them!

Yoongi plsssss

I’ll even send a nude back in solidarity

Jungkookie: like fvck you will

Jiminieee: jk jk <3 I wouldnt do that to hobi and jin

Jinnie: wtf does that mean???

Jiminieee: flat.

Tae tae: LOOLLLLLLL

Hayoonie: so ur saying ur nude would be ass only?

Jiminieee: obviously?????

Jungkookie: theres not gonna be a nude

JIMIN!

Hobi: this is blasphemy

Jinnie: our asses are literally amazing tyvm

Tae Tae: AMAZINGLY FLAT

Jinnie: how’s yoongis tae??? ;)

Tae Tae: I WOULD NEVER!!!

Joonie: not flat

Jinnie: joonie ???????

Explain yourself

Joonie: he was gardening with us all night in tight jeans

I wasn’t looking

Its just something you notice

Tae Tae: YEA, YOU NOTICE WHEN SOMEONE ACTUALLY HAS AN ASS

JINNIE COULDN’T UNDERSTAND

Jinnie: ffs

Hobi: don’t lump me in with jinn

My ass is way bigger than his

Jinnie: like hell it is

Jiminieee: I think we sould make a fat ass only group chat

I cant relate to the pancakes here

-Tae Tae removed Hobi from the group

-Tae Tae removed Jinnie from the group

-Tae Tae removed Jiho from the group

-Tae Tae named the group BIG BOOTY CLUB

Siyeon: LMAOOOOOO

You removed jiho too

Your own sister

Tae Tae: truth hurts

Jiminieee: so everybody

What’s it like carrying around a fvckin dump truck ;)

Yoongi just stares blankly at the last group chat. Well then.

As Yoongi is still contemplating permanently changing his phone number, he gets added to another group chat.

(Members: Jin God Ass, Jimin Flat Ass, Hobi Smaller Than Jin, Joonie The Traitor, Not My Brother, Jungkookie The Simp, Bedroom Eyes, Jiho Actually Small Ass, Hayoon Kidding Herself, Siyeon Jealous of Jin)

-Jin God Ass named the group Mortal Enemies

Jin God Ass: Kim Taehyung! You did not add me hobi and jiho to a group named the itty bitty booty committee

And think you could get away with it

We are your elders

The disrespect!!!

Jimin Flat Ass: LOLLLLLLL

Name me flat ass all u want Jin

Doesnt make it true

Jungkookie The Simp: I think we should introduce ourselves to yoongi

Ill start

Hi Yoongi-ssi Im Jungkook

Jimin Flat Ass: wow really?? we never could have guessed

Jungkookie The Simp: thats enough out of you

Anyway…

I own the tattoo parlour downtown

Jimin Flat Ass: sexy

Jungkookie The Simp: ;)

Jin God Ass: I swear to god I will kick u 2 out of this gc too

Jungkookie The Simp: Feel free to come by even if you dont want a tattoo

We can just hang too. Im more chill than tae

Jimin Flat Ass: thats his best quality

Jungkookie The Simp: funny thats not what you said my best quality was last night ;)

Jin God Ass: literally one more word from u2 and ur gone!!!!

Yoongi stares at the new group chat and contemplates all his life decisions to date. He considers just leaving the chat and never going outside again, but the message Jungkook sent was actually kind of nice. He decides to give him a reply at least.

Bedroom Eyes: Hi

Not My Brother: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HI YOONGI!!!:DDDDD

Jin God Ass: I think he broke him

Jimin Flat Ass: Hi Yoongi!

I think we suld all go around and share a selfie each

Yoongi u can start

Bedroom Eyes: no

Jimin Flat Ass: fine ill start u can go last

Bedroom Eyes: im not sending a pic

Jimin Flat Ass: :’(((((((((

Joonie The Traitor: r u coming to movie night hyung?

Bedroom Eyes: I’m busy…

Joonie The Traitor: you work from home

On your own schedule

Bedroom Eyes: I still have deadlines

Joonie The Traitor: on Friday night.

Or is your deadline Saturday morning? Or Sunday?

I have deadlines too hyung, no one makes deadlines on Friday night or the weekend

Bedroom Eyes: Look I’m not watching rugrats in paris

Not My Brother: BUT ITS A CLASSIC

Hayoon Kidding Herself: guys dont pressure him if he doesnt want to come he doesnt have to

Not My Brother: YOU CAN PICK THE MOVIE NEXT WEEK HYUNG!

Jiho Actually Small Ass: Hey, its my week next week!

Not My Brother: TOUGH

YOONGIS NEW HE GETS NEXT PICK

HYUNNGGGG

PLLLLSSSSSS

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: I feel like im def missing something here

Bedroom Eyes: ill think about it

Not My Brother: :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Yoongi turns off the notifications for the group chats and finally puts his phone down with a sigh. He has a sinking feeling he’s not going to be able to avoid these people for long.

-

Namjoon created this group

Namjoon added Jimin to the group

Namjoon added Jin to the group

Namjoon added Jungkook to the group

Namjoon added Jiho to the group

Namjoon added Hobi to the group

Namjoon added Siyeon to the group

Namjoon added Hayoon to the group

Namjoon named the group Tae’s first crush

Namjoon: Hi guys, I decided to make a group chat without Tae and Yoongi bc I think Tae may need some help in that department

Hayoon: Hold on

Does Tae seriously have a crush????????!!!

Hobi: sounds fake

Jiho: We were so sure he was into like other alphas or something

Jin: wouldnt put it past Tae

Jimin: honestly, im kind of insulted

Like we all tried to climb that tree at one point

Jungkook: excuse me?!

Jimin: ur the only tree I wanna climb now babe <3

Jungkook: <3

Jin: I will kick u 2 out

Im serious

Siyeon: tae has friendzoned literally every omega hes met

Does he seriously like this guy??

Like a real crush???

Jimin: more than a crush id say

He asked me to reorganize his room to be ‘omega friendly’

Jungkook: what does that meeeeeean?

Jin: means a bedroom that is comfortable for omegas

Like cozy enough to make an omega wanna nest there

Hobi: DDAAAAAMMMNNNN

Hayoon: Holy shit

Jimin: what happened with tae and yoongi yesterday joonie?

You were there

We need the deets

Namjoon: Okay, well short version. I met Yoongi as he was going to the flower shop to buy the purple flowers that halmeoni Bora always had

When he came back he said he didn’t get any flowers and he mentioned tae

At first I thought that seeing all the flowers that reminded him of his grandmother was overwhelming for him

But then I went to the shop to pick them up for him, and tae was a bit distraught

Apparently he thought he scared yoongi away

In his words he went “full tae tae on him” he didn’t get into any specifics

I brought tae back with me to help plant. He asked about yoongi the whole ride there. He also gave him all those flowers for free.

Jin: he what???????

Thats his biggest income of the year!

Namjoon: yea I know

He told yoongi that halmeoni Bora paid for them already

Jin: she didnt

Namjoon: I know

Then when we get there. Taes all shy

Jiho: Tae was???

Hayoon: man, I wish I had seen that

Namjoon: yea and he was watching him the whole time.

At the end, tae actually had what seemed like a nice civilized conversation with him, because he gave him his phone number. Hence the multiple group chats

Although I did overhear the word pocket rocket so maybe not that civilized

Jimin: loll

Siyeon: okay, so tae likes him

Does he like tae?

Namjoon: he seemed attracted to him

Hayoon: yea but who isn’t

Jin: gross

Namjoon: But he was wary of him

He’s definitely introverted and tae is definitely an overwhelming person

Jungkook: so you want us to help them get together?

Namjoon: I think yoongi just needs a bit of a push yea

And tae needs to cool it too lol

Jiho: but is he good enough for our tae?

I mean are we going to encourage this just cus its his first crush?

Doesnt mean they would be good for eachother

Namjoon: Yoongis nice

Like really nice. I broke half his shit yesterday including scratching his very very expensive car

And he just shrugged it off and said it was okay

Jin: of course you did

Hobi: defffff a keeper

Siyeon: Joon, you need this guy for you lol

Patience of a saint to put up with your shit

Jiho: but hes from the city

What about Taes magic?

Namjoon: oh yea thats no problem at all

Didn’t bat an eye. Trust me, he has no issue with it

Hobi: so hes a mage himself

Namjoon: I didn’t say that

Hobi: it was implied

Namjoon: it was not implied

Jin: idk Joon, you acting pretty sus right now

Namjoon: I’m not going to give away any private information on this guy

Don’t push it

Jimin: okay fair

Namjoon: Point is, I like him and I think he’d be good for Tae

Hobi: okay, so how we doin this then?

Siyeon: What about the bedroom eyes Joon?

I’m interested in those

Jimin: I neeeed a picccccc

Namjoon: … I actually have one

Jimin: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hobi: don’t be shy

Namjoon: I took it without his permission

I don’t think it would be appropriate to post it

Jin: let’s be serious, we’re all going to see him eventually anyway

He’s literally your neighbour

Namjoon: idk

Jimin: plsssssss

Jin: I’ll bake you cherry cheesecake

Namjoon: okay, so he was laughing at Tae arguing with the lilacs and it was cute so I had to take a pic

But don’t say anything about this

Hayoon: our lips are sealed

Jin: drop the pic Joon

Hayoon: I wanna see what the fuck taes type is

Namjoon:

Jimin: OMGGGGGGGGG!!!

Hobi: awwwww

Jin: cuttttteeeeee

Wow tae’s right, he does have nice teeth

Jimin: I WANNA EAT HIMMMMMM!!!

Hayoon: okay, I cant even be mad

Hes really cute

Jungkook: I like his hair

Jimin: HIS HAIRRRR???!!! THATS WHAT YOU FOCUS ON ???!!! LOOK AT HIS CHEEEKIESSSSS

Siyeon: hes adorable

Jimin: HIS WIDDLE NOSEEE!

I WANNA BITE

Namjoon: okay, so now that none of you are going to say anything about this photo

I’m thinking Jimin and Jungkook can help

Jungkook is calm and quieter so I think Yoongi will like him

And Jimin can be the connection to Tae

Jin: what about me??

I own an entertainment company and he works for one!

Jiho: you just wanna network Jin

Jin: Yea network. Dinner at my place. Oh whats that? Taes here too? Who knew?

Hobi: loll

Jimin: GUYSSS I FOUND HIM

Jungkook: ???

Jimin: I WENT ON BIGHITS WEBSITE AND LOOKED UP THEIR WRITERS

FIRST OFF HE HAS SOOO MANY WRITING CREDITS

GUYS HE WROTE AUTUMN LEAVES!!!!

Hobi: Damn, I love that song!

Jimin: YEA ANNNNDDDD THERES A PIC

OMG IM DYING

IM GOING TO EAT HIM ONE DAY

ITS HAPPENING

:

Hayoon: ooh wow

Jiho: alright, fvck hes hot

Siyeon: I’m seeing those bedroom eyes!!!!!

Jungkook: Wow

Hobi: hes really pretty

Jin: Im loving the contrast between the two photos lol

Hayoon: eye shadow on point

Namjoon: guys focus

Jimin: don’t worry Joonie hyung, I got this.

I know my first move

Jungkookie imma need ur help too

Jungkook: I’m here

Jimin: Joonie hyung, do you know if he likes pie?

Chapter Text

The rest of Yoongi’s week goes by uneventfully. He is able to be very productive given that he’s muted the group chats and hasn’t gone outside. He even finishes his current song and submits it over a week before the deadline.

He hasn’t seen his neighbour or Taehyung face-to-face again. Using Namjoon’s watering journal, he’s been able to keep up with watering his plants. He saw Namjoon outside watering them at one point, but Yoongi, not really knowing what to say to the alpha, didn’t go outside to greet him. The plants themselves are still active and wiggle around happily when watered even though Taehyung isn’t there. Yoongi’s not sure if he’s just never noticed that flowers dance when they’re watered, or if it’s something about being planted and raised by Taehyung that makes them so active.

It’s Saturday morning at some ungodly hour when Yoongi hears someone pounding on his front door. He had fallen asleep on his couch after staying up late watching Say Yes To The Dress ... which is something he will never admit to out loud.

Yoongi rolls over hoping the person will just leave, but after a solid minute of pounding he hears, “I can do this all day hyung, open up!” through the door.

He doesn’t recognize the voice, it’s high and clear but definitely male. Yoongi groans loudly, hoping the trespasser can hear his complaint, and shuffles over to the door rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

He opens the door and stares blearily at the stranger. Even in Yoongi’s half awake daze, he can tell the man in front of him is beautiful.

He is around Yoongi’s height with soft, delicate features. He has thick lips, slightly chubby cheeks, and sultry, hooded eyes. The man is practically ethereal, and notably, (especially to Yoongi’s omega) the man is an omega himself. He smells like fresh strawberries with a hint of mint lingering in the air that is definitely from an alpha.

So, Yoongi is finally meeting another male omega in the flesh … and he’s never felt more inadequate in his life.

The man gives Yoongi at bright blinding smile that turns his eyes into crescents. Fuck, it’s cute. Is every person in this town ridiculously good looking? Bighit should come here to scout for idols because my god, out of the three people he’s met, all of them would have no problem securing a contract on looks alone.

Yoongi’s omega, interestingly, seems to find the man’s smile cute too, and Yoongi finds himself enjoying the other man’s scent in spite of himself.

“Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, finally finding his composure in front of the beautiful man.

“It’s 2pm.” the man says by way of greeting, looking amused.

Yoongi looks down at his obviously just rolled out of bed state. “I make my own work hours.”

The man giggles, light and airy, and Yoongi feels like an absolute troll in his presence, wishing he had at least brushed his teeth or something. “I see. Well, sorry to wake you then. I thought 2pm would be a pretty safe time. I’m Park Jimin. I’m the one who asked you for a nude in the group chat.” He grins cheekily.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Right, how can I help you Park Jimin?”

“I brought you a cherry pie!” He gestures to box in front of him that Yoongi's just now noticing. He was a little too preoccupied with the man’s angelic face to notice earlier.

“Oh, thanks,” Yoongi says, accepting the box awkwardly.

Jimin doesn’t let the box go however, just stands there continuing to hold onto the box and smiling brightly at Yoongi. “Invite me in.” he says pleasantly.

Yoongi blinks, “uh,” he looks back at the couch he just woke up on and the blankets wrinkled on the floor below. “It’s not very clean at the moment.”

“Oh that’s fine, I won’t judge,” Jimin says brightly as he finally lets go of the pie box and forcefully steps past Yoongi into his house.

“No, no, make yourself at home,” Yoongi mumbles, closing the door behind him and moving into the kitchen to set down the pie.

Jimin follows him with a big smile on his face, “don’t mind if I do.”

Yoongi gestures to one of the dining chairs inviting Jimin to sit down. He doesn’t. instead, he wanders around the kitchen inspecting the kitten containing artwork. “Okay, I said I wouldn’t judge, but I lied.” He turns to Yoongi, trying to contain a laugh as he points at the picture framed behind him, “is that a cat photo bombing Starry Night by Van Gogh?”

Yoongi blushes, “it’s my grandmother’s décor, I’m going to change it soon.”

Jimin shakes his head, “no, no, please don’t. I think it suits you so well.” Jimin finally takes a seat and looks up at Yoongi with his head resting in his hands, “You smell really nice.”

He flushes even deeper and awkwardly looks away. Commenting on someone’s scent is a pretty intimate action. It isn’t usually something you say to someone you just met. “Uh, thanks.”

Jimin giggles again. “You’re really cute hyung.”

“I don’t remember saying you could call me hyung,” Yoongi mumbles, knowing it’s a lost battle. Jimin may smell like an omega, but his whole demeanor and presence screams alpha. He is honestly a little intimidated of the other male.

“I don’t remember you saying I couldn’t” Jimin counters pleasantly, “I’m Tae Tae’s official BFF so I wanted to meet you in person. You aren’t the most active in group chats are you hyung?”

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head. “No, sorry.”

Jimin brushes it off, “don’t apologize hyung, it’s fine. Kookie used to be really quiet at first too … until I got to him.” He chuckles a little wickedly.

Yep, Jimin is definitely scary. “Kookie being Jungkook? You’re … together right?”

“Yes! We’ve been together for two years. We are basically mates already, we’re just waiting for the right time to do it officially.” Jimin’s eyes go soft as he speaks.

“Well then, congratulations.” Yoongi offers.

“Thanks hyung.” His eyes scan Yoongi’s home once more. “Are you mated?” he asks abruptly.

Yoongi chokes, “uh, I’m not. Can I get you anything to drink?” he asks, quickly changing the subject.

“Nope, I’m good thanks,” Jimin grins, “so you’re single then?”

“Yes.” He’s afraid of where this conversation is going.

“What about omegas?” Jimin asks, leaning forward slightly.

Okay, that is not where he thought this conversation was going at all, “omegas?” he asks, confused.

“Yea, you came here alone right? So you must be missing your omega packmates.” Jimin explains patiently.

Yoongi flushes again wondering if his skin will ever return to its normal colour before the end of the conversation.

Omegas tend to feel safer in groups and packs, it’s just part of their biology. That made it so omegas often formed little packs with each other where they would room and nest together and scent each other. It is said to be comforting for omegas to bond and nest with one another, but Yoongi wouldn’t know. Nor would he ever know as he has no intention of cuddling with another omega. Yoongi has been trying his hardest to be the opposite of every stupid omega stereotype, so creating a mini omega pack to nest with? Never. Yoongi’s never even had other omega friends, and he barely tolerates nesting, trying to do it as little as possible.

“No, no, I don’t have an omega pack. I don’t do that.” Yoongi clarifies.

Jimin looks unfazed, “Do what? Bond with people? Get in touch with your omega side?”

“My omega side is fine, thank you very much,” Yoongi says defensively.

Jimin doesn’t look convinced, but he lets it go. “I actually came here with an ulterior motive, believe it or not.”

“I’m shocked,” Yoongi deadpans.

Jimin laughs, “I’m sure Tae Tae told you about his brother’s dance company JinHit? Well, we are having a showcase next Saturday.”

“I can’t-“ Yoongi starts automatically.

Jimin raises his hand to cut him off, “before you make up excuses and say no, let me plead my case, okay?”

Yoongi closes his mouth and nods.

“First off, the omega male dance troop practices are Thursday nights. You would know this if you looked at the group chat, but I have a feeling you haven’t.” Jimin starts. Yoongi ears go slightly pink, feeling guilty. “You are free to come and watch them whenever you like hyung. Secondly, this showcase is a big one for us, there will be scouts there from two of the big three entertainment companies looking at our younger dancers. I know you aren’t a scout for BigHit, but you do work for them, and it would be a really big bragging point to say that someone from BigHit showed up. Me, Jin, Hobi, Jiho, Siyeon, and Hayoon will all be dancing, and it would mean a lot to us if you came.”

Yoongi looks down at the table, playing with his fingers, “I’ll think about it-“

Jimin cuts him off again, “I’m not done yet hyung, you haven’t heard my sales pitch yet.” He leans forward and takes Yoongi’s hand off the table, holding it in his own smaller one. “Jungkookie is going to be doing the camerawork for the event. He has the back row of seats completely closed off just for him to film. But he’ll have two cameras; one that will film everyone, and one that is especially for me.” He smiles softly, “he’s really good with artistic camerawork, but he’ll need a little bit of help while he’s filming me. He just needs someone to make sure the main camera stays on the performance.”

Yoongi looks at his hand in Jimin’s. Damn it, how did Jimin know he likes holding hands? He’s sure his omega is giving him away right now too, the bastard is practically purring in satisfaction at the other omega holding his hand. “I see.” He says lamely, not knowing how to respond to Jimin’s proposition.

“So what this means for you is: Jungkookie picks you up. You stay in the vacant back row with just him to watch and help film, then we will drive you home. The showcase is 2 hours long from 7-9 pm and we can get you home and in bed by nine thirty.” Jimin finishes, looking at Yoongi with big eyes.

“Can you let me look at my schedule and get back to you?” Yoongi finally replies, not wanting to make a decision on the spot, especially with Jimin emotionally manipulating him like this with his big eyes and hand holding.

“Just know,” Jimin continues, ignoring the question, “that Jungkookie is really chill, and really nice … and sexy.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “but his family is a bit of a sore spot for him, so try not to bring them up or ask him about them when you meet him.”

“Okay,” says Yoongi.

Jimin beams, finally letting his hand go and clapping, “Great! He’ll pick you up at 6 on Saturday hyung!”

Yoongi stares at the suddenly excited Jimin, “I don’t remember agreeing…”

Jimin looks at him innocently, “you just said okay.”

Yoongi rests his head in his hands in defeat, “I think you are a little bit evil Park Jimin.”

Jimin bursts out laughing, getting up and clapping Yoongi on the back, “bold of you to assume I’m as sweet as I look hyung. Come on, I’ll pick out what you’ll wear on Saturday.”

With that Jimin walks out of his kitchen and down the hallway of Yoongi’s own house. He just stares dumbly after the headstrong omega, oddly endeared.

He finally catches up to Jimin to find him in his studio. He is sitting at his desk admiring his producing equipment when Yoongi walks in. “This isn’t where I keep my clothes,” he tells him, feeling a little self-conscious and getting a tingly feeling at the back of his neck with the other omega inspecting his things.

“Oops, wrong room,” says Jimin unconcerned, running his hand over Yoongi’s keyboard, “do you write or produce songs hyung?”

Yoongi shrugs, “I do a little of both, sometimes you need to do a bit of both to make the song work, but I mostly write.”

“Wow,” says Jimin, obviously impressed, “I should have gone into music.”

“What did you go into?”

“Business. I’m working on it online as I dance. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it, but it’s what my parents wanted.” Jimin sighs wistfully at Yoongi’s equipment, before finally heading out the door and into Yoongi’s actual bedroom.

“Business can be very useful, you can go into a lot of things with that,” Yoongi tells him as he stops dead in the middle of his bedroom. Yoongi starts to feel the embarrassment creep up again, “It’s my grandmother’s décor.”

Jimin turns to him with a frown, “It’s not the décor hyung, it’s the position of everything,” Jimin waves an arm at the furniture in the room. “How can you sleep in this room? No wonder you were sleeping on the couch.”

The room, truthfully, is organized terribly. His omega has to agree with Jimin’s. Omega’s like rooms to be organized and configured in a particular way to make it homey and comfortable. His grandmother was a beta, and she definitely positioned furniture like one.

Yoongi shrugs, a little embarrassed, “it’s okay, it doesn’t bother me that much.”

Jimin looks at the bed then around his room as though he’s searching for something. “Where’s your nest?” he asks, finally turning back to Yoongi, almost offended.

“I don’t need to nest,” Yoongi says defensively.

Jimin gives him a pitying look, and he squirms uncomfortably. “Oh you poor, poor, repressed omega. You live in an offensively organized room, you suppress your nesting, you don’t cuddle with other omegas, you don’t try to climb Tae Tae like a tree after meeting him.” Jimin shakes his head. “I bet you’ve been on suppressants since you presented as well.”

Yoongi feels a jolt of dread go through him at that last one. Shit, he ran out of suppressants. He’d planned on getting a new doctor after he moved here, but with the crazy neighbour situation going on, it had completely slipped his mind. “First of all, there’s nothing wrong with taking suppressants,” Yoongi starts, feeling his anxiety rising. Shit, what if he is going into heat now? Maybe that's why his omega is feeling all chummy with Jimin.

“Not after you’ve had a few heats it’s not, but if you take them right from presentation then when you finally do hit your real heat, it’ll be awful!” Jimin says looking shocked. “Tell me you’ve had a heat before.”

“I presented didn’t I?” Yoongi says defensively, the panic truly rising now.

“Presentation heat isn’t the same! You have to have real heats after that for your body to get used to them before you go on suppressants hyung!” Jimin says aghast, really not helping with Yoongi’s sudden panic attack. “Jesus, you’re 27 and you’ve never had a real heat? Hyung, you can’t keep delaying your first one, it’s going to hit you like a freight train when you have it! Three heats before suppressants, that’s the rule!”

Yoongi is really, truly panicking now. He has no desire to have a heat ‘hit him like a freight train’ right now. “Well, it looks like that won’t be an issue anymore, since I’ve forgotten to get new suppressants since I moved here!” Yoongi yells, the panic evident in his voice.

Jimin’s face softens instantly, and he steps closer to Yoongi, giving off calming pheromones. Fuck him, they actually work, and Yoongi feels his body relaxing. Jimin’s strawberry scented pheromones are even more potent than Namjoon’s were. “It’s okay hyung, you’re not going into heat. I’d smell it if you were. You still have time,” he says soothingly, stepping in even closer. “But I do think you should let your heat happen soon, it’ll just be worse the longer you delay.”

Yoongi lets out a breath, and finally fully relaxes, leaning into Jimin’s calming scent.

“I’ll think about it.” He says.

Jimin chuckles and shakes his head, “that, for you, is code for no.” Jimin then leans even closer so there is only about an inch of space between them and opens his arms. “You poor repressed omega you. It’s been decided, we’re forming an omegapack. We’re gonna cuddle.”

Yoongi quickly leans away from Jimin, “no, I don’t cuddle.”

Jimin just rolls his eyes and comes closer, “everyone cuddles hyung, I promise you’ll still be a big strong man after,” he says teasingly. “Come on, give me a hug, you’ll feel better.”

Jimin puts his arms on Yoongi’s shoulders and waits for him to finally accept his fate. Sighing, (literally, what the fuck is wrong with this town?) he leans in and lets Jimin wrap his arms around his neck, loosely placing his own arms around Jimin’s waist.

Jimin coos at him and rubs his back in warm comforting circles. Yoongi is disgusted that his omega is loving every second of this, basking in the attention and feeling utterly content.

Jimin finally pulls away, giving him a wide smile and turning to the room. “Okay, stage 2, we are going to fix your room. I didn’t expect to be doing a full-scale omega rehab session today, but here we are.”

“Fuck you,” says Yoongi weakly.

Jimin grins, “come on baby, where do you want your adorable kitten covered bed? How about under the window?”

Yoongi glares half-heartedly at him before answering, “No, on the wall opposite the window. So when the sun comes in, it will land on me directly and I might wake up.”

“Ah, good thinking. So we won’t have another, waking up at 2pm, scenario going on. Okay, so where do you want that dresser then?”

And so, over the next half hour, Yoongi and Jimin move around all the furniture not only in Yoongi’s bedroom, but in the rest of the house as well, fitting them into arrangements that are much more logical than what Yoongi’s grandmother had had. Like seriously, who puts a vanity off center on an otherwise empty wall?

By the end of the whole ordeal (Yoongi’s omega does feel much better, fuck you Park Jimin) they are back in Yoongi’s bedroom with Jimin’s head in his closet going through his clothes.

“Okay, how about this?” Jimin asks, pulling out a see-through lace shirt.

Yoongi pales, “No. Hard no. I can’t believe I even still have that. BigHit used that once for a photoshoot, I’m not wearing it.”

Jimin pouts, “but it’s so sexy.” He gives him a sly look, “Tae Tae would love it.”

“No.” Yoongi says firmly.

Jimin sighs but puts the shirt back. “I saw your photo by the way. On the bigHit website.”

“Oh god,” Yoongi groans, dropping his face into his hands mortified, “I forgot that was still up there.”

Jimin laughs, “what are you embarrassed about hyung? It’s sexy. Definitely wear eyeshadow on Saturday. I’ll give Kookie instructions to make sure you are wearing it before you leave.”

Yoongi groans again flopping back down on his bed. “Please tell me Taehyung did not see that picture.”

Jimin pulls out a pair of tight black jeans with rips in the thighs with a triumphant look on his face. “Oh, he’s definitely seen the picture hyung. I showed it to him shortly after I found it.” He throws the pants at him, “He may or may not have blown it up and framed it over his bed.”

Yoongi turns over and buries his face in the kitten duvet. “Fuck.”

“You’re so cute,” Jimin coos from behind him. “But my goal is to have you be sexy on Saturday. So I’ve decided what you’re wearing.”

Yoongi reluctantly turns over and looks up. Jimin points at the pants next to Yoongi, then to a shear, black mesh top which was from another photoshoot. Before Yoongi can open his mouth to protest, Jimin brings out a solid black tank top to go under the shirt, then a flowy modern style hanbok jacket to go over top.

Yoongi considers it for a second, and apparently that’s all Jimin needs, because he takes all the items and starts laying them out on Yoongi’s dresser with his bright smile.

“Excellent hyung, you’ll look so good on Saturday. Let me know if you need anything. You can even, I don’t know, crack open one of those group chats and talk if you’d like,” He adds dryly.

He then spins on his heel and leaves in a flourish.

-

So that’s how, one week later, Yoongi finds himself in a surprisingly expensive car in an uncomfortably tight pair of jeans looking at a smiling picture of Jimin dangling from the rear-view mirror.

“Is it really necessary to have a picture of Park Jimin hanging in your car,” He asks dryly, looking over at his driver. Jeon Jungkook is both exactly and nothing like what he expected. The lower half is what he expected: tall, unnecessarily muscular, and sporting tattoos that start on his right hand and disappear beneath the sleeve of his blazer. Neck up, however, is completely at odds with his lower half. He has wide doe-like eyes and slightly bucked front teeth, making him look young and innocent. He looks like he could be a teenager if he wasn’t so obviously built.

Jungkook looks at the photo fondly with a dreamy smile on his face. “Isn’t he a cutie?”

Yoongi makes a face, god help him. “I wouldn’t go that far”

Jungkook just grins, “How about sexy? Lovely?”

“My god you’re whipped.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Disgusting.”

Jungkook laughs as he comes to a stop at an intersection. “It’s mutual.”

Jungkook is so different from Jimin. He’s quieter and painfully polite, stumbling to open Yoongi’s car door for him. Nothing like the confident man that forced himself into Yoongi’s home a week ago. “How’d you meet?” He asks.

Jungkook dons a sappy smile. “I moved here around 2 years ago now and took over the tattoo parlour.” He looks over a Yoongi and flushes slightly, “I’m actually a painter when I’m not working at the shop.”

“So, is painting what you really want to do?” Yoongi asks, finding Jungkook’s bashfulness endearing.

Jungkook nods eagerly as the light turns green. “Yes, and as cool and sexy as being a starving artist is, I didn’t want to actually starve, which is why I bought the parlour.” He shrugs, “it pays well.”

Jungkook weaves in and out of traffic, going a little too fast for Yoongi’s comfort. “About two weeks after I opened, Jimin hyung walks in.” Jungkook’s eyes go wide. “I’d never seen an omega male before hyung, I’d honestly lived a pretty sheltered life, so young and innocent, and then in walks this literal angel.” Yoongi has to agree with Jungkook’s assessment. He thought the same thing when he first saw the omega. “I made such an idiot of myself.” Jungkook cringes, “I kept blushing and stuttering and dropping my clipboard.”

“Clipboard?”

“I wanted to look professional.” Jungkook says seriously.

“Right.” Yoongi says dryly, holding in his laugh.

“All professionals need a clipboard Yoongi-ssi.” Jungkook informs him matter-of-factly.  

“Of course, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Yoongi indulges him.

“So anyway, Jimin hyung just stands there and waits until I calm the fuck down,” he continues, “then looks me right in the eye and says ‘I would like a tattoo on my ass please.’”

“Of course he did.” Yoongi snorts. “Did you give it to him?”

Jungkook laughs, “no, he was kidding, he just wanted to watch me squirm. And he did. I almost died on the spot hyung. I’d never come so close to having a heart attack.” Jungkook turns to him with wide eyes again, and Yoongi has to smile. “What he really wanted was a tattoo on his rib cage. Like on the side of his chest. Which wasn’t much better! He was shirtless hyung!” Jungkook, despite dating Park Jimin for two years, looks scandalized.

“Sounds rough.”

“It was!” Jungkook agrees, “and I took way longer than I needed to, to finish the tattoo.”

“Was it a big tattoo?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook shrugs, “It’s pretty big, but I could have easily done it in one session.”

“How many sessions did you take?”

“10.” Jungkook says sheepishly, as he pulls into the parking lot of what must be the dance studio.

“10??”

“I mean, I wasn’t always tattooing during the sessions.” Jungkook winks, and Yoongi immediately regrets ever starting this conversation.

“Okay, no, no, no. Way too much information.” He waves his arms in front of his face. “Disgusting, don’t want to know.”

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs, pulling into a parking spot and turning off the car. “So after I finished the tattoo, I was really scared I would never see him again, despite the fact that I had his number and we were texting and everything.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to face Yoongi directly. “But, as he pays he says, ‘I want another tattoo now, the number thirteen on my inner wrist, and it better take you at least 20 sessions to finish it this time.”

“Oh god.”

“It was so romantic.” Jungkook sighs.

“You guys suck.”

“It only took 2 sessions before we finally got our shit together and made it official and became, like, a real couple and everything.”

“Congratulations,” Yoongi says, unbuckling his seatbelt in disgust. “I hated every second of that conversation. Thanks.”

Jungkook just grins at him happily, bunny teeth on display. Damn it, he's cute too. It’s official, everyone in this town is hot. “You asked.”

“And I thoroughly regret it.” Yoongi complains.  

“He’s happy to have met you hyung.” Jungkook says earnestly.

“I find that hard to believe.”

Jungkook ignores him. “He kind of got kicked out of his last omegapack because they didn’t like my smell on him. Not that he needs a pack now that he has me, but it’s still nice for him to be close with other omegas.”

Yoongi shifts in his seat, uncomfortable with the change in conversation topics. “You know,” he says, brushing it off. “I don’t remember actually agreeing to be in a pack with him. He just told me that I was.”

Jungkook gives him a knowing smile. “And you’re happy about it.”

“I’m, at most, indifferent.” Yoongi denies, avoiding eye contact.

“You don’t need to admit it to me hyung, your omega will admit it for you.” He opens his door and steps out, gesturing to the massive building in front of him. “We’re here.”

Yoongi steps out and finally takes a good look at the monstrosity in front of him. How much money did Jin have?! “Woah.”

“Are you ready for a show?”

Chapter Text

Yoongi and Jungkook only make it as far as the registration desk before they are accosted.

When they reach the desk, the elderly receptionist looks up and gasps, “Jungkook! You’ve brought a friend? An omega? What happened to Jimin? You two were so cute together!”

Jungkook bows to her and gives her a polite smile, nudging a slightly reluctant Yoongi towards the desk to check in. “Nothing happened to Jimin Mrs. Jung, he’s dancing today and Yoongi-ssi is helping me with the camerawork.” He gives Yoongi a rather rough slap on the back, “He’s new to town. He’s Bora’s grandson.”

Mrs. Jung’s eyes widen. “Oh my goodness! Bora mentioned a grandson, but never said he was an omega!” the woman whips around with surprising speed and yells, “ladies! Get over here! There’s another male omega in town. Bora’s grandson! Can you believe it?!”

Then, to Yoongi’s utter horror, a horde of elderly women and one man come rushing out of a backroom.

“My grandson is visiting for the weekend Mary!” One exclaims excitedly.

“Oh, he’s young too. Good, good, I’m sure Taemin will love him!” Gushes another.

“Very pretty, I’ve gotta tell Jiwoo about this!”

The group of omegas and betas swarm Yoongi. He looks desperately back at Jungkook only to find him backing away with his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress a laugh. The traitor.

“My grandson, Taemin, he’s 19 now dear, and ready to settle down. I see you’re not mated, here’s his number.” Says a particularly persistent woman, trying to force a piece of paper into his hand.

“Oh no, I’m 27 ma’am, I’m really not interested in a 19 year old-“ Yoongi begins, trying desperately to extract himself from the prodding fingers.

“Oh, even better! You’ll be ready to settle down right away then. Good! You’ll set him straight!”

“My Minho, he lives in Seoul dear. He’s a stockbroker! Makes great money. A great provider!”

Yoongi shakes his head feeling overwhelmed by the group closing in on him. Just as he starts to feel the crushing claustrophobia take over, a hand falls on his shoulder, and he is mercifully dragged out of mob.

“Sorry ladies and Mr. Kim, Yoongi-ssi’s not interested right now, but I’ll make sure you’re the first ones he calls when he is,” Jungkook says smoothly, dropping into a respectful bow and gently pushing Yoongi behind him.

The group grumbles a bit, but thankfully lets them go, and they are able make their way deeper into the building. Yoongi finally catches his breath and straightens his hair. This is why he doesn’t go outside.

“Sorry Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook says, giving him an apologetic look, “but if I didn’t let them get it out of their system, they’d be bothering us all night. They did the same thing to me when I first came to town … and to Jimin hyung, and Hobi hyung, and Namjoonie hyung.”

Yoongi throws him a glare, “I saw you laughing Jungkook.”

Jungkook grins again, “it’s great to watch when it’s not happening to you.”

The concert hall is shockingly large, probably able to house the entire town and then some. Seokjin is definitely an ambitious man, he has to give him that.

Yoongi helps Jungkook set up the cameras in the back row. Jimin had said that he would have two of them, but Jungkook pulls out no fewer than five. One large one to film the main performance, and four smaller ones all dedicated to capturing Jimin. Yoongi suppresses an eye roll.

The two of them are the first ones there, but soon the crowd starts to slowly creep in, mostly consisting of elderly adults, making Yoongi think back to Taehyung’s comment that most of the town was over 85. He can see now that that was an accurate assessment.

Speaking of Taehyung, Yoongi is definitely not scanning the crowd of people arriving, waiting to see a glimpse of the alpha. No way. But when he does finally show up, no one can blame Yoongi for noticing.

Taehyung pirouettes through the door (it’s actually pretty impressive) lugging two massive, obnoxious signs. The first one is hot pink and covered in glitter that says in a bold font: ‘I HAVE 30 BROTHERS AND THEY’RE ALL NAMED JIN’, and the second one is rainbow coloured with a bunch of peaches on it that says: ‘MY BFF IS THE ONE WITH THE ASS THAT WON’T QUIT’. But Yoongi can’t seem to focus on the, frankly confusing, signs, because the man holding them is offensively distracting.

Taehyung looks good. Like good good. Yoongi thinks back to when he first saw him and how he almost malfunctioned. Well, if Taehyung naïve Yoongi had been blown away then, he would have been put into full cardiac arrest given what was in front of him. Taehyung is wearing tight black leather pants, with a thigh garter on his left leg. Even more distressing is the button up zebra print shirt that is not buttoned up. The top three buttons are hanging open exposing a solid three inches of warm, golden skin.

Namjoon walks in behind Taehyung holding a more inconspicuous sign reading, ‘HOBI DANCE KING!’ Neither of them see Yoongi or Jungkook in the back as they make their way to the very front row to take their seats, no doubt obstructing the view of the people behind them with their signs.

It takes Jungkook nudging him to realize that he has been staring at the back of Taehyung’s head (and broad-ass shoulders) for a solid two minutes. “I was reading the signs,” he says defensively, slumping down in his seat so he no longer has to look at that rudely attractive, thick black head of hair.

Jungkook winks at him, “sure Yoongi-ssi.”

Yoongi looks up into a smirking Jungkook’s face. “I’ll let you call me hyung if you never mention this to anyone.”

“Deal.” He says instantly, sticking his hand out to shake with a goofy grin on his face. “It’ll be our little secret hyung.”

By the time the show starts, Yoongi is frankly shocked at how full the seats are. Despite a mostly geriatric audience, there is still a large number of people of all ages and, Yoongi can see, two men wearing very expensive suits in the front that he guesses are the scouts Jimin had mentioned.

As the show goes on, Yoongi becomes more and more impressed. The dancers are flawless, even the ones who couldn’t be more than 4 or 5 years old, have polished, well choreographed routines. The sets are elaborate, expensive looking, and the costumes are beautiful. Every part of the show screams high quality and professional.

It’s nearing the end of the show when three adult women come out and Jungkook whispers in his ear, “Jiho, Hayoon, and Siyeon.” These are the three omegas from the group chat, and they are clearly experienced dancers. Their tops have long flowy sleeves that they artfully twirl around as they dance, their movements tight and in sync. The performance is mesmerizing.

When they finish, the loudest applause yet is let out, originating, not surprisingly, from the front row where Namjoon and Taehyung sit. Yoongi can hear Taehyung yelling, “that’s my sister! She changed my diapers! Woo!” all the way from the backrow.

After the girls leave the stage, Jungkook nudges him. “You’re up hyung, the boys are next. The big camera’s all yours.”

Yoongi stands up and moves behind the camera Jungkook pointed at, while he fiddles with a smaller one on a stand and the three wrapped around his neck, hands almost shaking in anticipation. He has to smile at the alpha’s eagerness.

As Yoongi faces forward again, he catches eyes with Namjoon who is craning his neck around searching the backrow. He smiles brightly and waves when he sees him. Yoongi gives him a small wave back, and smiles. Unfortunately, it’s at this moment that Namjoon’s waving is noticed by Taehyung who turns around as well.  And that’s how Yoongi makes eye contact with Kim Taehyung again.

Taehyung’s eyes go wide when he sees him, and his mouth falls open slightly. Even from the distance Yoongi can see his eyes sweep him, and he feels his face go beet red. Oh my god, he forgot how beautiful his eyes were.

Yoongi and Taehyung just stare at each other like idiots until he sees Namjoon laugh and nudge Taehyung roughly. Taehyung blinks and ducks his head slightly before looking back at Yoongi with a blinding boxy smile and a large exaggerated wave.

Yoongi finds himself grinning back and gives him a tiny little wave in return. Taehyung beams.

Then the lights dim, and Taehyung faces forward again for the last performance.

A loud, fast beat booms through hall, and a man comes out by himself. The man is tall and thin and dances like a street dancer, moving and popping roughly, but also with incredible precision. Based on the rundown Jungkook had given him earlier, Yoongi surmises that this man is Hobi, who specializes in hip-hop dancing.

The song then changes completely to a slower, beautiful piano piece that sounds eerily familiar to Yoongi, but he’s unable to put his finger on it at the moment as Park Jimin steps out replacing Hobi on stage. If Yoongi thought the female omegas before were graceful, they have nothing on Jimin. He wears all white and holds a delicate silk scarf that dances around the stage with him as his body flows with the heartbreaking piano ballad pumping from the speakers. Jimin’s contemporary dance is a stark contrast to Hobi’s fast hard hitting one and it has him completely mesmerised.

All too soon the song ends, and changes to a heavy R&B song. Jimin leaves to allow another dancer to come out. By process of elimination, this dancer must be Jin, Taehyung’s brother. He is taller than the other two, and even from this distance Yoongi can see that his face is rather angelic looking as well. He dances a smooth fluid dance that seems to strike a perfect balance between the two dancers before him, almost blending the two styles.

The song then changes again to a powerful upbeat number and all three omegas are on the stage dancing together, blending their styles into a powerful number. Yoongi has to admit that he is being thoroughly blown away.

As the bridge of the song kicks in another dancer materializes on stage. It almost looks just like … Jin? Before Yoongi can process it, another Jin double appears on stage, then another, and another, until there is a full crew of background dancers that are all … Jin.

The audience breaks out in applause as the song reaches the chorus and all of the now 30 dancers on stage perform the high energy choreo. Yoongi looks over at Jungkook to see his reaction, but the alpha is emersed in his cameras, eyes locked on Jimin.

It takes Taehyung waving his glittery pink Jin sign around for everything to finally click. Magic. Of course. Jin is Taehyung’s brother, of course he has magic. Taehyung’s sign makes a hell of a lot more sense now: Jin’s magic was … cloning himself?

When the song ends, the three omega women join the men on stage, and a new song comes on. Yoongi feels a jolt go through him at the familiar melody. Spring Day? He wrote this song years ago. It’s one of those songs that seems to never leave the charts and is honestly his biggest source of income. It’s jarring to watch the six omegas plus thirty Jin doubles dance to the song he wrote, the one he knows so well.

With the final note of the song, the show ends. There is of course a standing ovation, made obnoxious my Taehyung’s whistling, and Yoongi has to join them. All of the dancers, especially the six at the end, were incredible, and he is truly, thoroughly impressed.

“Did you like it?!” Jungkook yells over the cheers, a huge bunny smile on his face.

Yoongi nods, “It was amazing, actually.”

Jungkook leans closer, “wasn’t Jimin hyung beautiful! He was an angel, seriously!”

Yoongi laughs out loud at Jungkook’s happiness, “yes Jungkook, he was beautiful.”

Jungkook grins happily and takes Yoongi’s hand leading him around the seats and into a side corridor, “come on, I can get us backstage. I know a guy.” He winks.

Yoongi, only slightly apprehensive, follows Jungkook through a door that says “Staff Only” and into a dressing room.

The six omegas are in the room, sweating and breathing heavily still. A shrill shriek goes through the room when Jimin spots Jungkook and he jumps up, suddenly full of energy, and jumps into his arms, “Jungkookieeeee.”

Jungkook catches him easily, letting go of Yoongi’s hand, and burying it into Jimin’s hair. “Jiminie, you were amazing,” he breathes before tilting his head down and kissing him square on the mouth.

“Ugh,” says a voice behind him, and Yoongi turns to find Jin beckoning him. “I’d give them some space; they are always weirdly horny after a performance.”

Yoongi makes his way over to the other five omegas he has been firmly ignoring in group chats feeling suddenly shy. “Uh, hi.” He greets awkwardly.

Hobi gives him a heart shaped smile. The omega is taller than both Jimin and Yoongi but shorter than Jin. He is pretty and thin, but if it wasn’t for his delicate lilac scent, Yoongi would have guessed him to be a beta. “Hello, the infamous Yoongi-ssi, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Jung Hoseok.” He gives him a once over, “you’re way hotter in person. I can see why Taehyung’s been losing his mind.”

Yoongi flushes at the mention of Taehyung, “in person?” He looks back at Jimin who is currently aggressively scenting Jungkook. Ew. “Please tell me-“

“Oh we’ve all seen the picture on the BigHit website Yoongi,” says Jin with a wicked grin. He steps forward and holds out a hand, “Kim Seokjin. How did you like my concert?”

Yoongi shakes his hand. Jin has a firm shake. He is also shockingly tall for an omega with broad shoulders that obviously run in the family. He can see some resemblance to Taehyung, but where Taehyung’s face is all sharp lines and edges, Jin’s is all soft, with thick pillow lips and a round face. Jin, despite his height, has all the looks of a stereotypical omega in addition to the soft jasmine scent.

“I’m honestly really impressed Seokjin-ssi. I confess, I wasn’t expecting such high quality.”

Jin waves him off, “please, call me Jin hyung. And I’m glad to have impressed you. How’d you like the last number? I saw your writing credits.”

Yoongi smiles sheepishly, “it was really well done. I’ve never actually seen a live performance of that song, so it was a bit weird, but nice. The uh … clones? Were a nice touch.”

Jin brushes an invisible speck of dust off his shoulder, “it would be a crime for the world to only experience one of me, you know?”

The three girls behind him roll their eyes. “He’s an illusionist,” one of them says, slapping Jin on the arm. “They aren’t real clones, just a mirage.” She bows to Yoongi, “I’m Hayoon, and that is Siyeon and Jiho, Jin’s sister. It’s nice to finally meet bedroom eyes himself.” She laughs.

Yoongi feels his ears go pink and bows back, “uh thanks. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Too good for us Yoongi?” the one named Jiho asks. She is tall like her two siblings, and honestly looks like one of Jin’s clones just with longer hair and narrower shoulders. She’s not smiling like the others and her cherry scent is a little sour.

Siyeon, a petite cinnamon scented omega, swats her on the arm. “Ignore her, she’s not used to rejection,” she says, giving Yoongi a bright smile.

Before he can respond the door opens and Taehyung bounces inside, with Namjoon at his back. “You guys were A-MAZ-I-“ he stops abruptly when he spots Yoongi, his eyes going wide and his cheeks going pink.

Yoongi’s own cheeks are probably the same colour, because this close up, damn, does he ever look good. And that scent, that grass and leaves scent. Yoongi had forgotten how intoxicating it was.

“Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung breathes, unblinking.

Jimin suddenly slings an arm around Yoongi’s shoulder and giggles in his ear. “Surprise Tae Tae, look who Jungkookie brought!”

Taehyung blinks, “I didn’t know you’d be coming hyung. You never replied to my invitation in the group chat.” Yoongi looks at the ground. Shit, Taehyung had invited him? Taehyung looks around the room, “you guys all knew he was coming?” They nod. “What the hell?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Taehyung whines at Jimin in particular.

Jimin pats Yoongi’s head, “I didn’t want to get your hopes up Tae Tae. We weren’t 100% sure. There was always a chance he would chicken out last minute”

Taehyung pouts, “we could have sat together.”

“He was helping Jungkookie with the camerawork,” Jimin counters. “And, now that we’re all here, are we ready to go to the bar and get shit faced?” he wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist and shakes him slightly.

There is agreement all around the room as people split into cars. “You can ride with me and Hobi, Yoongi,” Jin tells him, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “Trust me, you don’t wanna ride with those two.” He nods at Jimin and Jungkook.

Jimin giggles and lets Yoongi go, jumping on Jungkook’s back. “See you there hyung,” he tells him, waving as Jungkook carries him from the room.

Woah, woah woah. Bar? This was not in Jimin’s sales pitch. And now his ride, Jimin and Jungkook, were leaving him. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted Park Jimin. “Wait,” he begins, trying to figure out how to get out of this, “I dunno if I can-“

Jin places a hand on the small of his back and starts leading him out the door. “Sure you can. Don’t worry, the bar closes early so we physically can’t be out that late anyway.”

Yoongi turns around, desperately trying to seek help from Namjoon only to meet Taehyung’s hopeful gaze. “Please?” Is all he says quietly, and Yoongi knows he’s lost the battle. Damn him and his beautiful fucking face.

-

20 minutes later Yoongi finds himself standing inside the ‘bar’. It is a small shabby building full of pool tables, foosball tables, and dartboards. There are a few large round tables near the bar, and secluded booths in the back corners. Most notably, however, are the patrons. Yoongi and his group are by far the youngest ones here. No one else looks to be under the age of 50. “Uh,” says Yoongi, trying to take in his surroundings.

Hobi laughs and claps him on the back, “welcome to the only bar in town! Drinks are on me. I know the bartender,” he winks.

Jin rolls his eyes next to him, “he is the bartender.”

Hobi grins, “not tonight I’m not.” Both he and Jin make their way towards a large round table where Taehyung and Namjoon are already sitting while Yoongi just stands their dumbly, still processing.

It’s not long before he smells the, now oddly familiar, strawberry scent, and feels warm arms wrap around his neck from behind. Yoongi is forcibly pulled into Jimin’s chest and back hugged. He can’t find it in him to even protest as his omega purrs happily, soaking in the physical affection.

“Hi hyungggggg,” Jimin slurs slightly in his ear. “You smell so sweet, like tangerines. Your omega really likes meeee.”

Yoongi does try to pull out of the hug then, but Jimin is shockingly strong and locks him in. “Park Jimin!” Yoongi complains at the omega’s boldness. “How are you drunk already?”

“Mnot,” he purrs into his ear, “I just took three shots on the car ride over.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“You know what else is illegal?” Jimin asks smoothly, pulling Yoongi infinitesimally closer. “Cannibalism.”

“Um okay…” Yoongi says, pretty sure Jimin has somehow already had way too much to drink. Who the hell gets drunk in 20 minutes?

“But I’m still gonna eat you one day hyung,” he whispers, lips brushing the outer shell of Yoongi’s ear.

Yoongi jumps at the sensation, and his stomach lurches as Jimin’s lips trail lower, just a breath away from actually touching his skin again. His lips pause right next to Yoongi’s scent gland and he breathes directly on it, causing a shiver to run through him. “Don’t look now, but Tae Tae might be enjoying this a little too much”

Yoongi, mind oddly foggy, obviously looks. Like a dumbass. And sure enough, Taehyung is watching them from across the bar, his eyes bugging out of his head, pupils dilated.

“We’re in a pack now hyung,” Jimin continues, “let me scent you.”

On reflex, Yoongi tries to pull away, but again, Jimin’s inhuman strength stops him. The last time Yoongi was scented was before he presented. Parents scent their children to comfort them. Yoongi got scented every day before school until he presented as an omega. And his omega is very aware of this fact. The clingy bastard that he is, loves the sound of being scented.

“Park Jimin.” Yoongi warns.

“Hyung, you’re so repressed.” Jimin complains, resting his chin on his shoulder. Yoongi’s traitorous omega woops in response.

“I like it that way.” Yoongi argues.

“Your omega disagrees.”

“He can go to hell.”

“Look, hyung I’ll give you two choices,” Jimin growls into his neck. “You go over there and sit next to Tae Tae and give him a fucking chance. Or, you and me will go to a corner and cuddle until your omega is finally happy.”

Yoongi makes the mistake of looking over at Taehyung again, and fuck, he’s beautiful. How is it possible that the most beautiful man in the room is only looking at him? Literally what has he done to deserve his attention? He sighs, accepting his fate. This time, both he and his omega agree on something. They both want to see a little more of the beautiful alpha.

“Okay.” Yoongi says, feeling reckless now.

“Okay what?” Jimin presses.

“Okay, you can scent me. Then I’ll go to Taehyung. Happy?” His omega sure is. He’s decided to indulge the bastard. But just this one time!

Jimin squeals directly into his ear and Yoongi flinches. “Yessss,” he says eagerly, leaning in and pressing his cheek against Yoongi’s scent gland.

Yoongi physically jumps as Jimin rubs his cheek against his gland, not having experienced a feeling like this before. Prior to presenting there is very little feeling in the scent glands, it’s not until after that they become sensitive. And Yoongi is finally discovering just how sensitive as his knees buckle slightly with the feeling of overwhelming warmth and comfort that washes over him. Jesus, why hasn’t he done this sooner?

Jimin finally finishes and gives him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek over the sound of Jungkook’s irritated protest to ‘hurry up and get off Yoongi hyung already, let the man breathe!’

Jimin giggles and pushes Yoongi in a still shocked Taehyung’s direction before running into Jungkook’s arms in the next booth and scenting him a lot more … intimately. Gross.

Yoongi, still not fully recovered from all the touchy feely stuff he doesn’t normally go near with a 10 foot pole, makes his way over to the table where the rest of the group has gathered and takes a seat in the conveniently empty chair next to Taehyung.

Taehyung opens and closes his mouth a few times before finally coming out with, “so Jimin huh?” He looks down and fiddles with his hands, “Jimin’s cool. Yea cool, cool, cool. He’s my best friend you know? Besties. The best. He was my friend first, yea. But it’s cool he’s scented you yea? I mean, you just met him. You’ve known me longer. When you first met me you ran away. But no, no it’s cool. Omega thing right? Yea that’s cool. Suuuper cool …” he rambles.

“Are you done?” Yoongi asks patiently.

“I just need a minute,” he admits, resting his head in his hands.

“Hey Yoongi,” Jin calls him from across the table, beer bottle in hand. “Settle a bet, are you a magic user?”

“Jin!” Namjoon chastises.

“If he doesn’t wanna answer he can say no comment, I just wanna know.”

Yoongi looks back at the illusion mage and really sees no point in lying. “Yea I am,” he admits.

Hobi slaps his hand on the table. “Wait, don’t tell us! We should bet on what kind of mage he is!”

Jiho rolls her eyes, “Hobi, that’s impossible, there are literally thousands of types of mages.”

“What about if I gave you a hint?” Namjoon asks.

“How good of a hint is this?” Jin asks, interest piqued.  

“It’ll narrow it down to four options.”

“I’m in.” Jin agrees immediately.

Namjoon looks at Yoongi, asking for permission, and Yoongi nods, amused.

“He’s an elemental.”

“Shit.” Says Siyeon sounding impressed. Jin whistles.

“Fire,” says Jiho immediately, putting 50 000 won on the table.

“Damn, we real bettin?” Hayoon asks, “well I say fire too.”

“Fire.”

“Fire.”

“Fire.”

Namjoon laughs, “who’s going to win the money if you all say fire?”

Hobi shrugs, “we’ll just get our money back, I guess.”

“But what if you’re all wrong?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow, “do I get the money?”

Namjoon shrugs, “sounds fair to me.”

Jin’s eyes narrow, “suspicious.”

“Don’t be fooled Jin,” says Jiho, “He’s saying that so we will change our answers and he’ll get our money. It’s a diversion tactic.”

“I stick.” Says Hayoon confidently.

All five of them decide to stick and Yoongi smirks, reaching into the centre of the table and scooping up the bills. “Wrong.”

“Damn it!” Hobi yells, slapping the table.

“Are you gamblin’ in my bar Hoseok?” the bartender asks, making her way over to the table.

Hobi puts on a falsely innocent look, “I would never!” he places a hand over his heart.

The bartender chuckles and turns to Yoongi. “You’re new here beautiful, can I get somethin’ for yea?”

“He’s mine!” exclaims Taehyung loudly, saying something for the first time in several minutes, “I’m paying for him Eunjung-ssi.”

The middle-aged woman raises her eyebrows, “are you now, Taehyung?”

“I literally have a discount Tae-“ Hobi starts.

“Nope,” Taehyung cuts him off. “I’ll pay. I’ll have a Sand In The Crack please.”

Yoongi chokes, “what the hell is that?”

He looks at him innocently, “It’s my go-to summer drink.”

“Don’t ask what his winter drink is,” Jin warns.

“It’s coconut rum, Captain Morgan rum, pineapple juice and cranberry juice dear.” The bartender answers patiently.

“Okaaay, I’ll just have whatever kind of whiskey you have, neat.” Yoongi responds, not even going near the fruity monstrosity Taehyung just ordered.

Taehyung stares at him, “oh my god.” He breathes.

The bartender chuckles, “okay, fair warning; we got the cheap shit.”

Yoongi shrugs, “that’s fine.”

She nods, “okay, two completely different orders coming up. Good luck on your date Taehyungie.” She winks before going back to the bar to prepare the drinks.

Yoongi flushes at the implication. “Okay, back to where we were. This game isn’t over until we guess it right!” Hobi soldiers on.

“We should bring Jimin and Jungkook into this, I want more money.” Jiho says, craning her neck towards the two in the corner. “Unless Tae’s already told Jimin?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “nope, I would never tell without Yoongi’s permission.” He gives Yoongi a fond look. “I will tell you the hint I told Jimin though. I said we were compatible.”

Siyeon throws her hands up in the air. “If we had known that, we wouldn’t have picked fire!”

“Okay, then water. 100% water.” Says Hobi, throwing in another 50 000 won.

“I don’t know, I’m also feeling air,” says Jin, staring intensely at Yoongi.

“How is air compatible?”

Jin snorts, “this is Tae we’re talking about. He would have said they were compatible even if Yoongi’s magic was murdering plants.”

“Okay fair.”

“Earth sounds pretty compatible too…” Hayoon considers, “but I’m gonna go with water.”

“Air.” Confirms Jin.

“Water.”

“Water.”

“Hey Jimin and Jungkook, get over here,” Jiho yells across the bar as the bartender delivers their drinks. Yoongi takes a sip. Yep, it’s the cheap shit.

Giggling, Jimin and Jungkook weave their way through the pool tables towards them. “You called?” Jimin simpers, leaning heavily into Jungkook.

“We’re betting on what type of elemental Yoongi is, you want in?”

“Earth.” Jimin says instantly, slapping a little booklet down on the table.

“Jimin hyung,” Jungkook says patiently, taking the booklet back off the table, “that’s your passport dear.”

“Why the fuck did I have my passport in my pocket?” Jimin asks, looking oddly appalled.

Jungkook chuckles, putting two 50 000 won bills on the table. “I have no idea hyung. Two for earth.”

“You gonna believe an inebriated Jimin just like that Jungkookie?” Jin challenges, leaning forward.

“I would trust inebriated Jimin with anything,” Jungkook says fondly, petting his head.

“You trust him with driving you home?” Hayoon counters.

“Or how about with not betting his passport?” Hobi laughs.

“Listen you asssss hats,” Jimin slurs, “laugh all you want now, but Yoongi hyung has that earthy vibe.”

“Earthy vibe?” Jiho asks.

“You trust Jimin’s inebriated vibe check?” Jin laughs.

Jungkook tilts his chin up, “of course.”

“Yoongi-ssi, put us out of our misery.” Hobi finally says.

Yoongi takes a slow deep drink of his whiskey, letting them all sit there and watch him on the edge of their seats. “Ahhhh” he says dramatically after putting down his glass.

“Take any longer and I’m officially kicking you out of the Mortal Enemies group chat” Jin growls.

“Not much of a threat, he’s barely in it.” Namjoon points out.

Yoongi just grins at their exasperated expressions before pushing the money towards Jimin and Jungkook, “always trust Park Jimin’s inebriated vibe check.”

There are groans around the table. “Really, earth?!” Hobi complains, “literally who is an earth elemental? Nobody is an earth elemental, that’s the one element that, like, no one is!”

“And you know this from your extensive experience with elementals Hobi?” Namjoon asks amused.

“Thank you losers,” Jimin says, collecting the money and handing it to Jungkook. “Come one Jungkook, we’re going shopping!” Jungkook just chuckles fondly and follows Jimin back to their booth.

The topic of conversation moves on to their last movie night, which was High School Musical, so Yoongi quickly tunes out and focuses on finishing off his, honestly pretty disgusting whiskey.

Taehyung watches him chug the last of his drink, then says quietly so the rest of the group can’t hear: “fuck, that was hot.”

Yoongi feels his ears go pink as he looks up at the alpha. The rest of the group is absorbed in their conversation, so it’s just the two of them looking into each other’s eyes. Yoongi breaks eye contact first. But honestly, who could blame him?

“Can we get a booth hyung?” Taehyung asks him quietly, leaning forward and taking Yoongi’s hand in his. Damn it, he has nice hands too. Long, slender, and warm. “Just the two of us?”

Yoongi looks down at their intertwined hands. Taehyung’s hand is bigger than his, and that knowledge is doing weird things to him right now.

Taehyung laughs and waves a hand in front of his face. “Jiminie was right, you do like handholding.”

“That traitor,” Yoongi curses.

He laughs again, deep and husky, and Yoongi’s mind goes blank. Taehyung interlaces their fingers and gets up. “Let’s go to a booth hyung, and we can talk. My alpha and your omega really like each other, you can’t hide that.” Yoongi blushes, he knew his traitorous omega had given him away. “There’s so many things I want you to know about me.”

Unable to protest, Yoongi lets Taehyung lead him into an empty booth at the back. Taehyung slides in after him, hands still intertwined, and sits close enough that their shoulders and thighs are touching. He feels himself flush, tingles running up and down his spine at the contact.

“You look really good tonight hyung,” Taehyung compliments, eyes locked on the rips in his jeans.

Yoongi ducks his head shyly, “thanks, so do you.”

“You have Jiminie to thank for that. He insisted on dressing me. I was just gonna wear my Kumamon onesie” Taehyung shrugs.

Yoongi stares at him. “Park Jimin dressed you too?”

Taehyung stares back, then scans Yoongi’s outfit and laughs, “Jimin’s a little menace. But I guess we can’t deny he has taste.”

Yoongi shakes his head, amused.

During their first interactions, it was always Taehyung asking the questions, wanting to know more about Yoongi. Tonight, Taehyung takes it upon himself to turn the tables. He lets Yoongi just listen while he speaks in a low, smooth voice about himself. Yoongi finds himself relaxing into his seat and enjoying the soothing sound of the alpha’s voice.

He learns that Taehyung owns the flower shop and works there six days a week for twelve hours a day. He learns that he inherited the mansion he lives in from his grandparents when they passed because he is the alpha in the family even though he is the youngest. He learns that he loves art, photography, jazz music, and can play the saxophone and violin.

Yoongi learns that Taehyung is funny, and weird, but in the most endearing way possible, and he finds himself loosening up around the alpha. At one point, after telling a story about how he manipulated a corn maze in America so that Jin was stuck in the middle for six hours, Taehyung casually rests his hand on Yoongi’s knee, his other hand still holding Yoongi’s.

“Okay?” Taehyung asks him, looking down at him a little nervously.

Yoongi nods, his skin burning through his jeans where Taehyung is touching him, and his omega doing backflips. The little shit.

Taehyung gently lifts Yoongi’s knee and hooks it over his own, so Yoongi’s thigh is resting on top of Taehyung’s significantly thicker and more muscular one. Yoongi gulps and feels his face flush at their new, intimate position.

Taehyung chuckles and pinches his cheek lightly, “you’re so cute hyung.”

He gives him a weak glare. “No, I’m not.”

Taehyung just laughs again and places his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder, the autumn leaves smell in his scent becoming more potent. “Wanna hear how my family found out I was a mage hyung?”

Yoongi, finally letting his omega instincts take over (just this one time!), leans into Taehyung, and nods.

“I got my magic when I was around six or seven I think?” He begins, leaning back more comfortably in the booth, and playing with Yoongi’s fingers. “I started talking to the plants first, before I realized I could influence their growth and everything, and my parents thought I had an imaginary friend.” He laughs, “We had a flower garden in the back of our house, and I would tell my parents about the things the flowers would say, so they just thought that my imaginary friend was named Flowers.”

“And I’m assuming this was pretty in character for you as a child?” Yoongi asks, amused.

“Well yea, I mean, I did actually have an imaginary friend, but his name was Batman and he wasn’t nearly as talkative as the flowers were.”

Yoongi laughs lightly, shaking his head.

“So anyway, later, after I actually learned the proper names of plants and everything, I tell my parents that the rose bush said it was going to rain, so they should put away the lawn chairs.” Taehyung leans in towards Yoongi, his eyes wide. “They were so confused hyung. Then I was confused that they were confused. I thought they knew about my magic, because I told them what the flowers were saying all the time! They took me so seriously hyung, I had no idea they assumed I was talking about an imaginary friend. I was twelve! What parent thinks their kid still has an imaginary friend at 12?!”

Yoongi laughs again, “I mean, you would think they would have had a serious talk with you, or at the very least, not kept humouring you.”

“Exactly!” says Taehyung exasperatedly. “I was so offended!”

“How’d they react when they found out?” Yoongi asks, genuinely curious now.

“They were pretty relieved. The rest of my family has magic right? So they were just waiting for mine to show.”

That sounded nice, and the polar opposite of Yoongi’s experience with his own magic. “My family’s the opposite. I’m the only one with magic.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, “you’re a mudblood,” he whispers.

“Excuse me?” he asks in mock offence.

“Sorry, muggle born, muggle born.” Taehyung corrects hastily, grinning. “How’d they react to your magic?”

Yoongi sighs, not wanting to ruin the mood, but also really wanting to tell the alpha for some reason. “Not good.” He begins, looking down at their hands. Taehyung really had the most beautiful hands, and Yoongi is just now discovering his hand fetish. How unfortunate. “I was four years old playing in the sandbox at a playground. The other kids had these buckets that they were making sandcastles with, but I didn’t have one. I was too shy to ask for one, so I decided to just make a sandcastle without one. So I did. And let me tell you, it was way better than theirs.”

“You used magic.” Taehyung deduces.

“Yep, and it scared the shit out of the other kids and their parents.” He sighs again, remembering the years following. “I don’t know exactly what was going through my parents’ minds, but they were definitely in denial. No one wants their kids to have magic right?” He looks into Taehyung’s shocked eyes, “well, no one outside of this town anyway,” he amends. “So, I think they deluded themselves into believing that something else happened that day. The first thing they thought was that I had some sort of seizure. So I wore a helmet for months in case another one happened and got about twenty EEGs performed.”

Taehyung furrows his brows, looking concerned. “Oh no.”

“Yea,” Yoongi continues, “then, when they decided I didn’t have a seizure disorder, I saw a bunch of other specialists, and had a million other tests performed over the next year or so.” He leans back in the booth. “It wasn’t until the third child psychologist that someone finally figured it out.”

“Third??”

“He was a mage himself, and he had seen other kids go through the same thing I did. Rich parents, non-magical, sending their child to a bunch of different specialists hoping one of them would find something wrong that could explain the symptoms.” He shrugs, “I was lucky to find him. He brought in another mage who determined that I was an earth elemental, and he was able to explain it to my parents without freaking them out.”

“Oh hyung,” says Taehyung sadly, squeezing his hand.

Yoongi brushes it off, “it all worked out in the end though. He convinced my parents that it was safest for me to learn how to control my magic, so I was able to practice my magic in a healthy, safe environment, which is why I have so much control over it today.”

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all that though hyung,” Taehyung whispers, lifting his hand off Yoongi’s shoulder and combing it through his hair.

Yoongi can’t help but close his eyes at the contact, suppressing a groan and leaning into the touch. His slender fingers feel so good running over his scalp, and his omega is literally in heaven, ready to risk it all for the alpha next to him.

“You like that?” Taehyung asks with a smile in his voice, continuing to run his hand through his hair.

Yoongi nods. “Never tell Jimin,” he whispers.

Taehyung laughs at that, his deep, husky, annoyingly sexy laugh.

“How old were you when you presented Taehyungie?” He asks, wanting to change the subject, the nickname just slipping out.

Taehyung seems to like it as the autumn leaves smell spikes sharply. “I was a late bloomer hyung,” Taehyung says happily, brushing the hair off Yoongi’s forehead.

“Really?”

“Oh yea,” Taehyung nods emphatically, “I was so small and skinny, and my entire family thought that I was going to be an omega for years.” He chuckles, “I was even encouraged to nest as a teenager. I was never good at it though, I just tucked some blankets between my bed and the wall and called it a day.”

Yoongi makes a disgusted face, “That is the most offensive excuse for a nest I have ever heard.”

Taehyung giggles, “sorry hyung, I was a pre-presentation alpha, what was I supposed to do?” He strokes the hair at the base of Yoongi’s neck, eliciting a shiver to run through him. “I was 17 when I finally presented and hit the growth spurt during school break so when I came back … to say people were shocked would be an understatement.”

Yoongi shakes his head and glares at Taehyung, “you lucky little shit. I bet the omegas were all over you.”

Taehyung looks sheepish, “people definitely treated me differently that was for sure. I wasn’t very popular before, I was just the little weird kid you know?” He sighs, “so I was more popular with some people but not the ones who counted. My friends were all omegas, and it made things … weird with some of them. I lost my friends because of it.”

Yoongi looks up at the alpha. The alpha who smelled so strongly of omegas when he first met him, and still did faintly, even now, and finally some things start to make sense. Taehyung was raised like an omega and grew up with omega friends. He didn’t actually present as an alpha until he was practically an adult. This explained his surprising softness as an alpha, his many omega friends, and why he never treated Yoongi as though he was inferior.

Yoongi gives him a sad smile, “if it makes you feel better, I lost friends when I presented too. My experience was the exact opposite of yours though.”

Taehyung smooths Yoongi’s hair and frowns, “no hyung, that doesn’t make me feel better at all. People expected you to be an alpha then?”

Yoongi nods, “I was this size in middle school.” He points to himself, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “I was bigger than everyone else, so the doctors were pretty sure I’d be an alpha. Both my parents are betas, so they were pretty excited over the idea of having an alpha. They bought books on how to raise an alpha and everything. I was taught about ruts at 12”

Taehyung is still frowning, “you sound disappointed.”

“I fucking was!” Yoongi seethes, “I was 13 when I presented Taehyung. 13! I was taught that I would be the strongest, and bravest, and biggest kid around, and then I suddenly became the fucking weakest!”

Taehyung strokes his hair soothingly, “you’re not weak at all hyung.”

“I know that now, but then?” Yoongi groans, and rests his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, letting the horrible memories fill him, “I felt like such a little bitch. I watched all my friends outgrow me and become big, strong alphas who hated my guts.”

“Why would they hate you?” Taehyung asks, genuinely confused.

“Because I was a boy. And they were attracted to me only because I was an omega boy. So it was my fault that they were attracted to a boy.” Same-sex relationships are very rare among alphas and omegas, because there are so few female alphas and male omegas. Therefore, same-sex couples are mostly seen as a ‘beta’ thing. And that definitely does not sit well with a bunch of competitive, douchebag 14-year-olds.

Taehyung shakes his head, “That’s not true at all. Take it from me hyung, you aren’t suddenly interested in someone when you present, just because they are an omega. Sure, omegas usually smell nice, but that doesn’t make you attracted to them.”

Yoongi sighs again, “try telling that to hyper-masculine, hormonal teenaged boys. I know now Taehyung. I’ve come to terms with what I am, but when I presented my parents were disappointed, I had to make new friends, and I felt somehow inferior to the rest of my gender.”

“I’m so sorry hyung,” Taehyung says squeezing his hand. “We had very different childhoods. But just so you know, you are literally the most stereotypically-alpha person I have ever met.”

Yoongi can’t help but grin, “you’ve met Park Jimin right?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “you give Jimin a run for his money hyung. You’re intimidating as fuck, you know that?”

Yoongi raises his head and smirks at him, “oh am I?”

Taehyung nods, “I’m still a little scared of you, even now, while you’re half sitting in my lap.”

“Hey lovebirds!” Namjoon yells, cutting their conversation short. “Bar’s closing in 10, we gotta go. Yoongi I’ll drive you.”

The rest of the group is standing only a few feet away, staring right at them.

He jumps away from Taehyung as though burned.

“If anyone takes a picture, I will unload my camera roll, and post blown up pictures of it outside the flower shop.” Taehyung threatens.

Phones drop instantly.

“I’ll meet you in my truck hyung,” Namjoon says, before physically manhandling the loudly protesting group and forcing them out the door, leaving them alone again.

“Hyung?” Taehyung asks nervously after they’ve both exited the booth. “The flowers at my shop really liked you. They keep asking about you. You made a real impression on them. I don’t know if it’s because you’re an earth mage or what, but they would really love to see you again.”

Yoongi can’t help a small smile, “just ask me Taehyung,” he says, feeling relaxed again now that the group has gone.

Taehyung blushes, “will you come visit? My shop I mean? I’m closed tomorrow, but how about Monday?”

Yoongi feels butterflies go through him. Gross, what is happening to him??

“Okay.” He says, trying to keep it cool. Smooth man, real smooth.

Taehyung beams at him. “Great! Come at anytime. I’ll even let you play in my dirt!”

Yoongi grins, feeling oddly excited by the prospect. “I’m very excited to play in your dirt Taehyung,” he says, heading towards the door.

Taehyung catches up with him easily, “why does that sound weirdly sexual?”

“It doesn’t. You’re just weird.” He makes a face.

Taehyung laughs happily, “I’m gonna walk you to the car hyung. The night is dark and scary for a pretty thing like you.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes hard, “Namjoon’s car is literally right there.”

“Yes, but the parking lot is dark and vast.”

“No Taehyung,” Yoongi says, stopping right before the door, “his car is literally right there, two steps outside that door.” He points towards Namjoon’s idling truck, not even one meter away from them.

Taehyung flushes, “ah … right.”

Yoongi shakes his head again, pushing the door open and stepping up to Namjoon’s truck, “I’ll see you Monday Taehyungie.”

Taehyung beams back, “See you Monday hyung!”

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Yoongi finds himself feeling light and giddy the next day and he can’t even pretend it’s for any reason other than Taehyung. That stupidly attractive alpha has firmly wedged himself into Yoongi’s mind and will not leave. His omega in particular has been feeling satisfied.  

Inspired by the night before and feeling a little guilty for ignoring the, honestly really kind, group of friends Taehyung has, he decides to open the group chats and check them out. Maybe even leave a nice comment, who knows, Yoongi’s feeling in a great mood this morning.  

 The first group chat: OMEGAS WITH NUT CANNONS is just full of HD photos of Jimin’s ass from the showcase the night before, likely curtesy of Jungkook.

He moves on to the next group chat: THE BIG BOOTY CLUB which, and he probably should have seen this one coming, is also full of pictures of Jimin’s ass.

Finally, he moves on to the Mortal Enemies group chat which is mercifully not filled with Jimin’s ass. Yoongi catches up with the conversation from the night before:

10:14 pm

Jin God Ass: Silver fox Gary has been eyeing me all night

Jiho Actually Small Ass: jesus jin

Jin God Ass: hes lookin pretty dapper tonight idk…

Joonie The Traitor: he’s 62.

Jin God Ass: we luv an experienced man

Literaly what r my other options in this town?

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: honestly Seokmins lookin pretty lively tonight

Jin God Ass: oh ya I forgot about him

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: Hes mine find ur own

Hayoon Kidding Herself: U really need to stop drinking

yall are fighting over a 73 yr old

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: ya but hes got that new hip tho

Jin God Ass: oh shit!

I forgot about that

Dam bet he can go all night long now

Like gettin fvcked by robocop

Joonie The Traitor: im leaving this group chat

11:10 pm

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: we needd sum femalle alphas in this townn!

Jin God Ass: wondrr if Yoongis ever beenn wth a femall alpha

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: bet

Hed top

Jin God Ass: o ya hes def a ttop

Joonie The Traitor: literally how much have you two had to drink?

Jin, you were supposed to be the DD

Jin God Ass: Gary keptt buying meee shots wutt was I suppossed to do?!?!

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: srslyy tho suldd I go homee wth seokmin??

Siyeon Jealous of Jin: someone cut them off!!!!

Jungkookie The Simp: I’ll drive them home with Tae

He’s def still sober so he can help me with their drunk asses

Jiho Actually Small Ass: You are a national hero Jungkook

We don’t deserve u

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: sooo I cantt go homme wtth seokkmin?

Hayoon Kidding Herself: trust me you’ll thank us tmrw

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: Im so lonellyy

Hayoon Kidding Herself: cuddle Jin

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: cant

He smellss llke unrequitedd luv annd iits grossss

Jin God Ass: f u im steallin seokmin nowww

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: fuckin cumm at me bitchhh hes minee

11:45 pm

Siyeon Jealous of Jin: whos gonna break the lovebirds up

Jimin Flat Ass: noo dontt itsss rllly hot

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: aggrreee

Fuk theyyrr hot tgthrr

Jimin Flat Ass: I wondrr whoo ddrressedd them so sexillyy ;)

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: jiminnn I luvvv uu

Jimin Flat Ass: ilu mor <3

Joonie The Traitor: I’ll do it

Jungkook, collect your drunks

I’ll drive yoongi

Jungkookie The Simp: what a cop out

Joonie The Traitor: he’s my neighbour, its convenient

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: he cuudd bbe drunnkk, he chugggeded thaatt wisskkyy fast

Jin God Ass: bett he cudd chug 5 of thos nd sttill be finneee

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: agreeed

Hes so secksyyy

Imma bout tooo simpp

YY isnt he alphhaa :((((((((((

Id cudddle yoongi

Jimin Flat Ass: bak offf hes minnee

werrr a pakc

smell hmi nd seee

Jin God Ass: wft????

Howd uu get himm inttoo a pakc??

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: not fare we didnntt eveenn get a chancece!

Jin God Ass: hobi, we needd too mak a saless pitchhc

1. cuddlin wth us wonnt smmell lik toothhpast nd mak u fell lik u just brushshed ur teeth

Jimin Flat Ass: fck u

He luvs jungkookieeess scentt

Pricks

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: Yooggii likks mintt icecream confirmmeded

K nvm u can keeepp hm

10:30 am

Hayoon Kidding Herself: Tae we havent got an update on ur date with yoongi

u get a second date with him?

Not My Brother: SLDKJ IT WASN’T A DATE

Yoongi grins to himself after he’s caught up with the chats.

Bedroom Eyes: it wasn’t?

Not My Brother: LASKDJ FASKLDC

Jimin Flat Ass: LMAOOOOOO

Jungkookie The Simp: I wild yoongi has appeared

Not My Brother: IT CAN BE A DATE

OR WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT

WE DON’T NEED LABELS

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: Yoongi just comes in stirs the pot then leaves eh?

Respect. mad respect

Jin God Ass: he just woke up and chose violence

Hobi Smaller Than Jin: Yoongi chaotic evil confirmed

Jimin Flat Ass: Yoongi Slytherin wbk

A new private chat with just Taehyung appears.

Taehyung: HYUNGGGGG

Yoongi: lol

I’ll see u tmrw taehyungie

Taehyungie: <3 <3 <3

I’LL SEE U TMRW HYUNG!

It’s 11 pm on Sunday when Yoongi starts to realize that something is wrong. He’d been too jittery to do any work all day, so he is just sitting in front of his computer watching someone carve a llama into a block of ice (he has no idea how he got to this video), when he breaks out in a sweat. He isn’t hot or cold, and there is an unjustified amount of sweat. It’s pouring off of him.

He wipes off his forehead with a tissue, and finds it soaked. His clothes are sticky and damp, and he starts to feel some minor cramping in his stomach.

A feeling of dread fills him. He closes the video and searches the symptoms with trepidation. WebMD first tells him that he has three different types of cancer and he’ll die within the week, before he gets to the fourth option on the list which is: heat.

His heart sinks. He’d completely forgotten to find a doctor to get suppressants even after the ominous conversation with Jimin. ‘Your heat will hit you like a freight train’ he had said. He feels nauseous.

He leans forward and grabs the desk in front of him to steady himself, hyperventilating. This is not happening. Not right now! Not right now!

He grabs his phone, mind muddled, trying to figure out what to do. He quickly searches, ‘can taking suppressants stop a heat once it’s started’. He comes up with a resounding NO, that suppressants will only drag a heat on even longer.

He groans, sweat dripping off his forehead and onto his phone. What the fuck is he supposed to do? Without even thinking, he opens a chat with Jimin. He stares at the screen for a minute, trying to calm down, and be rational, and decides to add Jin to the chat. Jin is older than him, he may know what to do.

Yoongi added Jimin to the group

Yoongi added Seokjin to the group

Yoongi: Hi

Good start, good start. He is still struggling to control his breathing, panic consuming him. He gets a reply almost instantly.

Jimin: OMG YOONGI

R U OKAY?

R U DYING?

Seokjin: Yoongi creating a chat on his own?

Man r u okay???

Yoongi: No

Jimin: What happened

Yoongi: I have symptoms

Sweating, like a lot

Im starting to get cramps

Idk

Seokjin: ah, heat.

Jimin: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Yoongi: Are YOU SURE?

Seokjin: Yes?

Those r the classic symptoms

Although the sweating isnt usually a lot

Just a little esp in the beginning

Jimin: hyung this is his first one

Seokjin: ??????????????

Ur 27 right??

Yoongi: you’re sure it’s a heat

Like 100%?

Jimin: yes.

Hyung he went on suppressants right after presenting

Seokjin: WTFFFFFFFF?

Why would u do that Yoongi????

R u crazy??

Yoongi: I was 13

I didn’t wanna be an omega

You can hate my 13 year old self later

Seokjin: 13????

Omg Yoongi I’m so sorry

Thats way too young to present

No wonder the drs let u do it

But you still shouldnt have waited this long

Yoongi: what do I do????

Jimin: Yoongi, I’m gonna call you.

Group call

Before he can reply, he gets a video call. Unable to think of what else to do he answers it.

He sees both Jimin and Jin’s faces pop up on his screen. They look calm. Yoongi feels his panic ease slightly.

“Wow, you really are sweating,” Jin says by way of greeting.

“Yoongi hyung,” Jimin says gently, “relax. Everything’s going to be okay. Just breathe baby.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, and it comes out shaky.

“Your heat is going to be worse than normal … not that you know what normal is,” Jin begins, his voice level and calming, “I’m going to call my doctor. He’s an omega specialist, and I’ll ask him his advice on how best to go through this. In the meantime, you can relax. Your heat won’t start in earnest until tomorrow. You should get some sleep.”

“We’ll look after you Yoongi,” Jimin adds soothingly. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you go through this as easy as possible. But you do have to go through it hyung. You can’t stop it now, and it’s better now than later.”

“That’s right,” Jin adds, “you need to get this over with hyung. You can’t keep delaying it. It’s good that you’re having this now. You can let your work know that you need a little time off. They will understand.”

Yoongi lets out another shaky breath and just nods, his head swimming.

“Go to bed Yoongi, Jin and I will be there in the morning, and we’ll walk you through it.” Jimin continues calmly but firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Yoongi nods dumbly, “okay,” he says, voice still shaky.

“We’ll be there bright and early tomorrow with everything you’ll need.” Jin finishes, ending the call.

“I’ll see you tomorrow hyung. Just breathe. Relax. It’ll be over soon. Nothing you can do by worrying about it.” Jimin tells him, his voice still measured and calming.

Yoongi nods, trying to even his breathing and calm down. It’s happening, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Just calm down Yoongi!

Jimin hangs up, and Yoongi goes through the motions of preparing for bed. He showers, sweat mingling with the spray of the water, and decides to sleep naked on the floor so as not to ruin his sheets. He opens the trunk at the end of the room and takes his extra blankets out. For the first time since he’s moved here, he allows himself to make a nest. He curls the blankets in a small little circle on the ground, picking the soothing warm green and brown coloured blankets, and lays in the middle, only feeling moderately more at ease.

On instinct he takes his phone out and texts Taehyung.

Yoongi: im sorry

But I can’t come to the shop tmrw

Taehyungie: :(((((((((((

Thats okay hyung we can do another time

Did something come up?

Yoongi: yes

Yoongi blows out a breath, wondering why his omega really, really wants to tell Taehyung. He has a feeling he knows why, but no way in hell is that happening.

Yoongi: it’s an omega thing…

Taehyungie: ohhhh

Is it ur heat hyung?

Yoongi groans, and buries his face in his pillows, embarrassed. God, this is the most humiliating conversation he has ever had. Why did he have to say anything?!

Yoongi: yea

Taehyungie: oh no! I know those r hard

Is there anything I can do?

I mean like, bring for u?

I can get water and force Jin to make u some meals

Hes the chef not me lol

Yoongi: no that’s okay

I uh..

Already told him

Yoongi will forever blame his omega for making this split-second decision for him. Because no way in hell would Yoongi admit something so embarrassing to the alpha that he’s kinda trying to get to like him.

Yoongi: I’ve actually never done this before…

Remember I told u I was 13 when I presented? And that I didn’t wanna be an omega?

So I took suppressants immediately

Taehyungie: oh hyung!

I know ur not supposed to do that but I understand why you did. Im so sorry :(

Yoongi: how the fuck do you know that?? When I didnt

Taehyungie: raised like an omega remember?

Yoongi: right

Taehyungie: hyung let me know if theres anything u need!

I can send Jin with supplies!

Yoongi breathes out a sigh of relief at Taehyung’s reaction. He wasn’t sure what the alpha was going to say, but he’s happy that he’s offering to send Jin and not himself. Yoongi knows exactly what heats entail. He knows that by tomorrow he’ll be begging for a knot, and judging by his omega’s responses, there will be one knot in particular he’ll be wanting. He puts his hands over his face in mortification. He should throw his phone across the room once his heat starts so he doesn’t do anything stupid. Just in case…

Yoongi: okay thank you Taehyungie

Whatever u do, just don’t come here yourself…

I don’t want u to see me like that

Taehyungie: of course hyung!

I hope u go thru this as quickly and easily as possible

And just know that I would never judge u for ur heat hyung. It’s natural

Yoongi: thanks. But this one might be … a little … worse than normal

Taehyungie: I know hyung :((((((((((

Did u call Jimin? ur in a pack so ur omega should be okay with him going near u during ur heat

Yoongi: I did

Taehyungie: okay good.

Theyll look after u hyung. I’ll make sure of it!

Yoongi: thanks. I’ll see u once this is over Taehyungie okay?

I promise

Taehyungie: Okay hyung! I look forward to seeing u!

Get lots of rest and listen to Jin and Jimin they know best

u got this hyung!

u r so strong! <3 <3 <3

Yoongi: goodnight.

The next morning Yoongi is awoken by a pounding on his front door and in his head. His stomach is also twisting with cramps, and he is drenched in sweat. He groans, curling in on himself, not wanting to get up.

“Hyung, I’m coming in!” he can hear Jimin yell through the front door.

He groans, finally picking himself up off the floor and leaning against the bed.

He doesn’t make it any further before Jimin comes bursting through his bedroom door.

“Oh good you’re up,” he says pleasantly, giving him a wide smile, “I take it you’re feeling the heat a little more now?”

Yoongi groans and finds the energy to flip him off.

He laughs and sets a bag on the floor at the end of his bed. “Take a shower hyung, before the slick comes. Then we’ll get you to eat and get you all set okay?”

Yoongi scrunches his nose up at the word slick. Gross. But inevitably, he does as Jimin says.

He curls up on himself while showering, only scrubbing the sweat off his body before stepping out. The pain is escalating, particularly and his lower stomach (where he assumes his womb is), and the sweat is not stopping. However, he hasn’t felt any of those ‘heat urges’ yet, and thankfully there is no slick.

When he returns to his room, he finds a fresh pair of underwear (oddly enough, not his own) laying on his bed, and Jin and Jimin standing with a tray of food.

“Um,” he says, wrapping the towel around him tighter.

“Trust me hyung, you won’t want to wear anything more than underwear,” Jimin says seriously. “You’ll just ruin any other clothes that you wear, and you won’t be wearing them for very long anyway.” He laughs a little ominously.

Yoongi walks over to the bed and takes the undergarment. Jin and Jimin turn around. He sighs, “these aren’t mine.”

“I told you, you’ll ruin everything you wear. I bought you a whole set. Don’t worry they were super cheap. Just put them on hyung.”

Yoongi groans as another wave of pain goes through him and decides not to waste any more time arguing. He puts the underwear on, then climbs into bed, pulling the sheets up to his shoulders, trying to preserve his modesty.

Jin sets the tray in front of him and he starts eating, despite his lack of appetite, while Jin takes his vanity chair and drags it to sit next to his bed.

Jimin pulls a bottle of pills from his bag and hands Yoongi one. “Pain killers. They are the strongest ones you’re allowed to have. No magic.”

Yoongi grabs it thankfully and swallows it dry. The cramps are increasing in intensity and frequency. “It feels like I’m going into labour.” He complains, hunching over a little more.

“Well, let’s hope that’s not it, because I’m not prepared to deliver a baby today,” Jin says with a loud laugh. Yoongi just glares at him and continues eating. “Anyway, I’ve spoken with my doctor, Dr. Nam, and if you are looking for one, he’ll gladly take you on as a patient.”

He sets a business card on the table next to his bed. “Thanks,” says Yoongi gratefully, indeed in need of a doctor.

“Great, so now that you’re officially his patient he’s going to be the one we check in with while you go through this.” He leans forward, putting his hands on his knees. “So let me explain what’s going to happen based on what he’s told me. What’s going to make this heat worse than normal is the pain.”

Yoongi gives him a dry look, “yes, I’ve noticed.”

“Good. It’s going to take a real toll on your body, so make sure to eat whenever I put food in front of you. Got it?” he asks sternly.

Yoongi nods, finishing off his plate. Jimin takes it and leaves the room.

“This heat will be just like a normal heat, except with more sweat, as you’ve noticed, more slick, more horniness, and a lot more pain. I’m sorry.” He winces slightly. “Normal heats last anywhere from three to seven days. This heat will be the same length as what your normal heat length is, so I guess you’ll find that out. Let’s hope it’s near the short side.”

“Seven?!” Yoongi complains as Jimin re-enters the room.

“Mine are five,” Jimin comments.

“Mine are six.” Jin adds. “But again, let’s hope you’re a three okay?” He leans back. “Once this heat is over, it’s over. The rest of your heats will be normal. Again, you have to have two more before you’re allowed to go back on suppressants. Got it?”

Yoongi nods, bringing his knees up to his chest to relieve the pain slightly. Jimin rushes forward and hands him hot water bottle. “Trust me hyung, it will help.” He assures.

“Any questions?” Jin asks.

“Yea, what do I do about the … urges?” he asks awkwardly, feeling mortified.

“Jimin’s going to go through that with you,” Jin says easily, rising from his chair. “I’ll be out in the kitchen. Feel free to call me if you need anything Yoongi.”

As Jin leaves, Jimin moves to stand in front of him. “Hyung, I’m going to give you this pain killer every eight hours. I can’t leave it here, because you’ll lose track of time and lucidity and not know when or not be able to take it.”

Yoongi groans and rests his head against the wall. His whole body is shaking. He starts to feel his dick twitch. Shit.

“Do you want me and Jin to stay here, in your house, or do you want us to leave and come back every eight hours for food and pain killers?”

“Leave, definitely leave,” Yoongi says quickly, not wanting anyone to see him in this state.

The cramping intensifies and he starts to feel the first drops of slick leak out. God help him.

Jimin stiffens at the scent then quickly reaches into his bag. “Okay hyung, whatever you want. Just know that Jin and I have gone through this many times, and we aren’t going to judge you. This is perfectly normal.”

He pulls out a long veiny dildo from his bag, and Yoongi covers his face in mortification. “No, no, no,” he complains, feeling more slick leak out at the sight. God.

“Trust me hyung, you’ll want this. It’s nothing to feel ashamed about.” He then pulls out a second dildo, this one is bigger with an obvious knot at the base. Yoongi’s face gets even redder, absolutely horrified that more slick leaks out at the sight of it.

“I’m not using your sex toys Jimin,” he protests, feeling the need rise in him as well as the pain.

“Don’t worry, they’re not mine. I bought them this morning brand new, never used.” He sets them on the bed next to Yoongi. “Now, you’re going to be super horny, but there are rules to follow so you don’t hurt yourself. I have a three-step system. Step 1: fingers.” Yoongi covers his face with his hands again, really, really not wanting to have this conversation. “Step 2: the small dildo, NOT the knot one, that is very important. No matter how much you want it, do not start with that one, got it? Step 3 is the knot dildo, keep it in inside until you come, and it will help you feel satisfied.”

Yoongi moans again at the pain and need running through him. The pain is still the most intense part. He doesn’t remember ever being in this much pain before.

“Before I leave you to it, there is one more idea that Tae Tae had-“

“What?!” Yoongi barks, his omega standing at attention at the sound of the alpha’s name. Yes, yes, yes, he sounds great right now ... No, no, bad Yoongi.

“Sometimes, when omegas go through a heat and their alpha isn’t there, having their scent around may help...” He pulls out a lock box and opens the lid.

Yoongi whines loudly at the scent that radiates out of it. Taehyung. His freshly cut grass and autumn leaves scent wafts towards him, and he is lost. It’s the best thing he’s ever smelled in his entire life. He reaches forward, making grabby motions with his hands.

Jimin giggles and hands him a shirt that has Taehyung’s scent all over it. Yoongi sighs into the shirt as he breathes it in and wraps it around his neck so it’s rubbing against his scent glands.

“So that was a good call by Tae,” Jimin says. He then clears his throat and looks down a little awkwardly. “There was another thing, or, well, two other things that I had him scent for me.”

Jimin actually blushes as he pulls out two dildos identical to the two already lying on Yoongi’s bed; however, these ones smell like Taehyung.

Yoongi groans, now totally and truly mortified. He had Taehyung scent sex toys for him?! Even through all the pain and increasing horniness, Yoongi wants to strangle Park Jimin. “No fucking way,” he grinds out.

Jimin gently sets the toys on the bed next to the other two, still looking a little sheepish. “Just pick the two you want hyung, I promise I won’t tell him which ones you chose. I’ll return the two you don’t pick and will never tell a soul.”

Yoongi glares at Jimin to the best of his ability in his current state. He leans forward and finds himself reaching for the Taehyung scented toys. They smell like his alpha. No way in hell is he letting Jimin take them back with him. They were scented for him. They’re his.

In the still partially lucid part of Yoongi’s mind, he’s humiliated by his actions, but the omega in him is too satisfied to do anything else.

Jimin gives him a wide smile and takes back the other two toys.

“Never tell Taehyung,” he orders.

“Never.” Jimin promises, returning the lock box to his bag and picking it up. “Keep the heat on your stomach as much as you can, remember my three-step system, and just do what feels natural to you. I’ll be back in eight hours for your next dose, okay?”

Yoongi nods, fingers twitching as he feels his hole clenching and his need rising.

Jimin gives him a wet kiss to his sweaty forehead, and leaves, closing the door behind him. He hears Jimin and Jin leave out the front door a moment later.

Yoongi has one last lucid thought of ‘how the hell did they get into my house?!’ before the need fully takes him. 

It goes on for what feels like hours. No matter what he does, it isn’t enough, he isn’t satisfied. His fingers are too short. The small toy is too small, he can’t get the angle right, and he cries out in frustration. He is covered in sweat and slick and has intense cramping. The big toy isn’t enough either. He comes, and he comes, and he comes, but no matter what he does, it’s not enough.

He feels delirious, consumed by need. He has Taehyung’s heavenly scent wrapped around him, and inside him (though the scent has long worn off the toys), but the alpha himself isn’t there.

He whines at the thought of his alpha. So tall, so strong. He would take such good care of him. His knot would satisfy. He needs him more than he needs air, but all he has are toys that pale in comparison.

He thinks of his boxy smile and his long slender fingers, and oh god, the things they could do to him! Yoongi comes for what must be the eighth time at the thought of Taehyung’s fingers inside him.

Finally, the spell lifts and he comes back to himself a bit, the need receding for the time being.

He moans, the pain still present, the sweat still pouring out, and the slick and cum still sticking to his thighs and belly.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there, regretting every decision he’s made up until this point, when he hears a knock on the door, and his phone rings.

With a whimper of pain, he rolls over to answer it. “Oh good, you’re lucid,” comes Jimin’s voice out of his speaker, “I’m coming in for your second dose hyung.”

Hastily, Yoongi shoves the two toys under his blankets, and pulls them up to his chin so the two other omegas don’t see the state he’s in. Yoongi feels humiliated enough already.

Jimin enters his room and immediately hands him a pill. “Do you need water?” he asks. Yoongi shakes his head and downs the pill.

Jimin grabs a water bottle from beside the bed that Yoongi is just now noticing, and hands it to him anyway. “You need to keep hydrated, you’ve sweat off all the liquid in your body hyung, replenish.”

Yoongi cries out as he has to switch positions to drink, the pain almost at an unbearable level now, and Jimin soothingly brushes his hair out of his eyes. “I know baby, you’re doing so well.”

He then quickly reaches under his blankets and snags his two toys, pulling them out. Yoongi tries to stop him, mortified, but Jimin is faster, jumping out of his reach and taking them to his ensuite bathroom.

“Relax hyung, I’ve dealt with a little slick before,” he takes a look at the toys and giggles. “Or, a lot of slick rather.”

“Park Jimin,” he groans out, ready to outright murder the omega.

“I love it when you call me by my full name hyung,” Jimin giggles from the bathroom where he can hear the sink and the bathtub tap turn on. “I need to clean these off to re-scent them with Tae Tae’s scent. I brought some of his stuff so I can do that.”

Yoongi groans again, he’ll never live this down. As if things can’t get any worse, Taehyung’s own brother Jin enters his room with a tray of food. Oh yea, he invited Jin. Why the fuck would he do that?! He can’t look the omega in the eye as he sets the tray in front of him. The things he was thinking about his brother!

“Don’t be embarrassed and eat.” Jin orders, “so far, other than the sweat and likely the pain, you’re doing really well to be so lucid. It seems like a normal heat at this point.”

“Normal?!” Yoongi chokes out around a bite full. His stomach protests, churning at the food. Food is not what he wants right now.

He’s only able to put his fork down for a second before Jin is forcing it back into his hand. “No, eat Yoongi. And yes, you’re very with it right now, which is good.” Jin eyes the shirt wrapped around his neck but doesn’t comment.

Yoongi feels his face burn again in humiliation. He is officially moving back to Seoul after this. There is no way he is ever going to be able to face these people again after this is over.

“Good boy,” says Jin after he finishes eating, and he takes the tray away.

Jimin returns a moment later and claps his hands. “Okay, hyung. Bath time!”

Yoongi groans and curls in on himself more. “Can’t. Hurts.”

“I know baby, but we gotta clean all that stuff off you.” He comes over and puts one hand under his knees and another around his back. Before Yoongi can protest, Jimin lifts him easily into his arms, bridal style.

“What the fuck?!” Jimin walks quickly to the bathroom, perfectly calm as if he isn’t supporting a full-assed Min Yoongi in his thin, deceptively strong arms.

“You weigh nothing baby,” Jimin coos, setting him down on the edge of the bathtub.

“Turn around,” Yoongi demands, crossing his arms over his chest and trying to salvage as much dignity as he can.

Jimin rolls his eyes but turns around. “I just washed your slick off 2 dildos hyung. I don’t care about seeing your dick.”

Yoongi flushes red, mortified by Jimin’s actions all over again as he strips and slides into the tub, groaning.

The hot water feels nice against his feverish skin, and he leans back, closing his eyes. The pain is so intense and is only increasing as the day goes on. He can’t imagine what tomorrow will bring.

Yoongi jumps when he feels a hand on his hair. He opens his eyes to find Park Jimin kneeling next to the bath with a small bucket in his hand. “I’m gonna wash your hair for you hyung,” he explains patiently, and hands Yoongi a soaped-up washcloth. “You can wash off your body while I do this.”

Yoongi grabs the washcloth and sighs. “There’s no way I can convince you not to do this is there?”

Jimin grins at him. “Hyung, I’ll probably be washing all of you before this is over, so suck it up and appreciate my help.”

He takes the bucket, fills it with water, then lets it run over Yoongi’s hair, moving his hand to keep it out of his eyes.

“I do appreciate your help,” Yoongi admits quietly, as he begins to scrub down his sore body. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Jimin starts to massage some strawberry scented shampoo into his hair, and Yoongi can’t help the moan that escapes him. Any kind of physical contact feels fantastic right now. “It’s not a problem at all hyung. We’re a pack, we take care of each other.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, and feels some tears burning behind his lids. He’s getting choked up at Jimin’s kindness, what the fuck is wrong with him?

The door opens and Jin’s hand pops in and throws in a fresh pair of underwear. “Merry Christmas.” He says, before shutting the door.

Jimin finishes washing his hair, and he finishes washing his body to the best of his ability, and Jimin pulls the drain. Yoongi stares at the lip of the tub. Getting in was one thing, he could just fall in, but getting back out?

Jimin gives him a sharp look. “Hyung, just suck up your pride and let me carry you. We all need help sometimes and going through the worst heat imaginable is one of those times!”

Yoongi closes his eyes again and lifts his arms up, allowing Jimin to wrap his arm behind is back and lift him out again.

Yoongi is able to dry himself off and put on the clean underwear before Jimin returns to carry him back to the bed again.

Yoongi’s humiliation only increases when he realizes that the bed has clean sheets on it. Which means that Jin changed his sweat and slick covered sheets for him.

“Hyung, while you’re still lucid, I know you said you don’t need to nest, but now is exactly the time that your omega will want to. I don’t know, it might be able to ease the pain slightly?”

Yoongi nods, all for anything that will ease his pain, and points to the chest against the wall. Jimin goes over, takes out the blankets, and hands them to Yoongi. He goes about making his nest. It’s significantly more enforced than the one he made on the ground the other night. He piles the blankets according to colour and texture, fiddling with his work for several minutes before his omega is finally satisfied.

When he finally relaxes into his nest, still in pain, but feeling more at ease, he looks up to find Jin and Jimin staring at his nest, mouths slightly agape.

“Holy shit,” says Jin, eyes wide.

“Jesus hyung, you didn’t tell us you were a nesting savant!” Jimin exclaims, examining his nest closely. “Look at this hyung!”

“I’m looking,” says Jin, also inspecting the nest. “Jeez, I would never even think to create that kind of colour gradient.”

“He has it coordinated by texture too, look!”

Yoongi feels his stomach churn and the need hit him again with a vengeance. “Uh guys,” he says, cutting off their glowing review. As proud as his omega is, it is definitely time for them to go. “Get the fuck out.”

“Can I take a pic first?” Jimin asks, phone in hand.

“No!” he yells, burying further into his nest, feeling the slick coming. “Leave!”

“Alright, alright,” Jimin pouts, “I’ll go. We’ll be back in 8 hours hyung!”

This time is worse, a million times worse. It’s not just the need but the pain. No matter what he does, the pain does not go away even as the need ebbs and wanes. It feels like someone is jabbing hot pokers into his stomach every few minutes. He cries out every time a wave of pain comes, tears in his eyes.

The need is the second worst part. It’s so hard to sate. He pictures Taehyung doing the filthiest things imaginable to him, and it only takes a slight edge off. It’s the need that makes him lose his head, makes him call out for Taehyung, for an alpha, any alpha, to cry for a knot and become someone unrecognizable.

Yoongi is still in the middle of a lust driven haze when the door opens again. He feels a pill being forced into his mouth and he swallows it on instinct. He thinks he hears a voice tell him something about one hour, but he’s not sure. He’s blind and deaf to anything that doesn’t have to do with sating his need. His knot toy inside him and his hand wrapped around himself, pumping quickly.

When he is finally sated enough to come back to himself a bit, he cries, deep heaving sobs as the pain rushes through him. He’s sore all over. His stomach in particular is still cramping so badly that he feels paralyzed, afraid moving even an inch will bring on another wave of pain.

Jimin enters again with food, and forcibly gets Yoongi to eat a few spoonfuls before scooping him up in his arms and taking him to the bath again.

This time he can’t even lift his arms to clean himself so Jimin does it for him, and Yoongi is just lucid enough to feel the sting of humiliation as Jimin gently lifts one of his legs so he can clean the slick coating between his cheeks.

“Hyung,” Jimin says in a calm soothing voice, as he massages conditioner into his hair, “you’re sweating a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Jin’s calling the doctor now. Your bed is a puddle, I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

Yoongi just whimpers in pain again, feeling truly pathetic, and lets a tear leak out of one eye. Jimin catches it with a finger and wipes it away. Unfortunately, this breaks the dam, and causes Yoongi to cry in earnest, deep heaving sobs leaving his chest, and causing even more pain to his stomach.

“Oh baby, I know.” Jimin says sadly, rinsing out his hair. “It’s okay hyung, it’ll be over soon.”

“It hurts so bad,” Yoongi sobs, dropping his head onto Jimin’s shoulder. “I can’t do it Park Jimin, I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’s okay baby. You’re doing so well. You’re almost done,” Jimin soothes, stroking his hair.

Yoongi shakes his head, a new wave of tears forming at Jimin’s kindness. “I wanna die, I can’t do this. Get Taehyung,” he begs.

Jimin gently lifts him out of the tub as a new wave of heat hits him and he curls up in pain, groaning. “You can do it hyung, just a little bit longer. You would regret me bringing Tae here once you’re lucid and this is over. Bringing him won’t make the pain go away hyung, nothing but the end of your heat will make that part go away.”

Yoongi hiccoughs onto Jimin’s shoulder as he carries him back to his bed, not even bothering to put on new underwear again.

“The good news is though,” Jimin says in a bright voice, setting Yoongi down on the bed, and trying to lighten the mood. “You are hung, my god.”

Yoongi just moans into the pillow, too horny and in pain to do anything else.

“And just so you know,” Jimin continues, tucking Yoongi’s nest tightly around him and returning the now Taehyung scented toys, along with a new Taehyung scented shirt. “Tae Tae loves big dicks. He hides this behind his silly euphemisms, but I’ve seen the porn he watches-“

Yoongi groans again, “Not helping,” he grinds out, already half delirious with need.

“Right, sorry.” Jimin giggles, and heads towards the door, “just thought I’d let you know that Tae Tae would love that you’re hung. So you can add that to your fantasies if you’d like.”

“Get the fuck out!”

Yoongi doesn’t know how much later it actually is when he cracks. He’s lucid enough to move, but his whole mind is screaming sex, sex, sex. He wants it. He wants a knot. More specifically, he want’s Taehyung’s knot. He’s never wanted anything so badly in his entire life.

He finds his phone on his nightstand and opens up the chat with Taehyung, wondering how best to seduce the alpha.

Yoongi: TAEeee

Taehyungie: How are you feeling hyung??

Yoongi: neeeed u

Sex crazy Yoongi is not smooth.

Taehyungie: ah I see

So that’s how ur feeling

Well, the fact that you can still text coherently is a good sign!

Yoongi: comeeee hereee

Taehyungie: no.

Yoongi: alfaaaa want ur nottt

Taehyungie: your spelling as atrocious

Yoongi: knooott gimmeee

Taehyungie: No Yoongi.

when I do give you my knot for the first time, you’re going to be perfectly lucid

Yoongi: im luuuuccsd

Taehyungie: loll

Not convinced

Yoongi: pllslsss Ill take u so gooddd

Be ssooo good frr u

Taehyungie: Maybe you should put the phone away hyung

Lucid Yoongi isn’t going to be happy with this conversation

Yoongi: fuk him

Made frr ru taeee

Mad frr ur nottt take so weeell

Taehyungie: r u sure?

It’s really big

Yoongi: yesssssssss

Im ready aflfaaa

Made frrr uu onliiyy

Jussst u

Taehyungie: sorry, I shouldn’t mess with you

That was mean

Yoongi: no messs witfh mee plssls

Pslss huurts so bdadd

Taehyungie: I’m so sorry hyung. :(((((

I wanna help

Yoongi: then cocmmeme rhreee knotttdf

Taehyungie: will my voice help hyung?

Do you wanna hear my voice?

Yoongi: yessaa wanna heare u while ur inside me

Taehyungie: jesus you made me spit out my tea

Im very flattered Yoongi but how about just my voice?

Yoongi: nononoo knotttf tottooo

Taehyungie: nope. It’s my voice or nothing hyung, what will it be?

Yoongi: voiccee

And cock

Taehyungie: OMG How is that the one word you spell correctly??

We r having a serious discussion after this hyung

Yoongi: cokc

Taehyungie: aw missed the spelling that time

Nice try though

K hyung, im going to call u but u have to mute urself ok? If I hear one sound from your end ill hang up. Got it?

Yoongi: k thendn nott

Taehyungie: no knot, just a call, now mute yourself Yoongi or ill hang up.

Yoongi’s phone rings and he answers it immediately. His heat crazed mind debates internally on whether to mute it or whine at the alpha until he comes over, but the obedient side wins over and he decides to listen to his alpha. He mutes the phone and rolls over, one hand on his length while the other is pushing the smaller toy inside himself.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung’s deep husky voice comes out of his phone, and he whines. He sounds so good, so perfect. He pumps himself and starts working the toy in and out faster.

“Okay, good boy,” he says after a moment. “I’m having a pretty frustrating day so far hyung. Mary, I don’t know if you’ve met her yet, but for context she’s a 58-year-old beta who’s known for being really pushy. Anyway, she came in here looking for an orchid…”

Taehyung tells Yoongi about his day, and about the mundane tasks he’s been doing while Yoongi whines and comes to the sound of his voice and his scent surrounding him. Taehyung’s voice is so soothing and so measured, talking about everything and nothing all at once, and Yoongi’s omega is quickly lulled. After only coming twice, he’s able to come down from the intense need, and while the pain is still there, he is able to relax slightly, curled into a ball on his side just listening to the heavenly voice.

At one point, Taehyung starts to sing, and Yoongi can’t stop the whine that escapes him. His voice is beautiful, deep, and soulful. Yoongi lays there listening to the lullaby Taehyung is singing him and decides he needs to have his voice in a song. He should write a song for Taehyung and make him sing the vocals for it without knowing it’s for him, to then surprise him with it later. That would be some romantic shit right?

He falls asleep to thoughts of writing a song for Taehyung while the man himself sings to him softly.

When Yoongi wakes, he is just lucid enough to remember what he’d done before falling asleep. He unlocks his phone and turns off the voice recording app which is still running. He then restarts the recording that he had the forethought to turn on the night before, right after Taehyung called. Taehyung’s soothing voice comes through his speaker to tell him about his day again, and he is lulled back to sleep.

All he knows is pain. Intense burning pain, and a need that he can’t sate, because he can’t move. He feels hot and wet all over. He smells a familiar strawberry fragrance, and his omega relaxes slightly. He’s unable to move or open his eyes, paralysed by pain, but he does feel when a warm hand gently spreads his cheeks apart, and the toy inside of him is carefully removed. Yoongi is too far gone to feel any kind of embarrassment. He thinks the strawberry scent may be speaking to him, but he can’t understand what he’s saying as blackness consumes him once more.

When he comes to again, he’s sitting up in warm water and he hears a voice in his ear saying, “scaring me baby” before he’s out again.

The next time he’s awake, he hears what he thinks is Jin’s voice saying, “jesus, you’re right, he’s huge. What the fuck?” and finds himself being held up by a warm body.

He whimpers in pain. “Sorry baby,” a voice right in his ear says, “I’m just getting Jin to dry you off since I have to hold you upright.”

“Not that I’m looking,” Jin says, and now that he thinks about it, he can feel a towel running down one of his arms. “but damn Yoongi, literally what is the reason for so much dick?”

The next time Yoongi comes to, he is sitting upright again with a warm body at his back. The pain is still intense, but some of the fog on his mind has cleared enough for him to open his eyes. He finds himself in his bed, leaning on Jimin who is seated behind him with a bowl of soup in front of him. Jimin seems to be trying to forcibly get Yoongi to swallow some broth.

Yoongi opens his mouth to let the spoon in, and Jimin jolts up behind him. “Hyung?” he asks, sounding exhausted but hopeful.

Yoongi hums in response as he swallows more broth.

“Oh thank god,” Jimin breathes out, relief audible in his voice. “You’ve been unresponsive for a while hyung, it was scary as fuck.”

“Hurts,” he’s able to get out weakly as he finishes off the last of the broth.

“I know baby,” he kisses his cheek gently, “but you’re really almost done now. If you’re waking up, the worst of it is over, so you’ll probably be done in a day or two.”

“What day?” Yoongi croaks.

“It’s day 3 hyung. Do you remember anything that happened during the last day?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “Jin said I have a big dick. That’s all I got.”

Jimin laughs breathily, “of course that’s all you’d remember. Men,” he shakes his head. “I’ll give you the highlights. You were not responsive, so we called the doctor. He said this was okay as long as it didn’t last longer than 24 hours. After 8 hours we were really concerned and called him. He came and inspected you.”

Jimin repositions him so he can move off the bed, and lay Yoongi back down on what smelled like a clean, dry bed. “He was a little shocked at the amount of sweat you were producing,” Jimin continues, “but otherwise you were doing well. Jin brought a magical healing salve from Jiho’s apothecary, and I asked you if you wanted me to apply it and you kind of yelled. I didn’t know if it was in pain or at my question, so I let the doctor apply it.”

Yoongi shakes his head into the pillow, of course Jimin would try to apply salve on his ass.

“The doctor said you were good down there in case you were wondering,” Jimin says, moving the tray off the bed. “a little red and irritated, but that’s to be expected obviously. There were no tears or injuries or anything, so good job using my system!”

Yoongi moves his hand in a ‘hurry up’ gesture, wanting the topic to move off his asshole as quickly as possible.

Jimin kneels down on the ground next to Yoongi’s bed so he is eye level with him. “When I came in, I heard a recording you had of Tae. I’ve been playing that for you. I used your fingerprint to unlock your phone while you were unconscious, sorry.” He says shrugging, not looking at all sorry. “I asked the doctor if that was helping and he was really impressed that Tae did that. Most alphas wouldn’t think to talk calmly about domestic topics while an omega is in heat, but apparently, those are exactly the kinds of things our omegas want to hear. They wanna feel safe and loved, and having an alpha just casually tell them about their day gives them that kind of assurance that there’s an alpha waiting for them, while also calming them down. The doctor’s advice to you was to not let that alpha go.”

Yoongi buries his face into the pillow, still feeling embarrassed about the topic of conversation.

“If you didn’t wake up after 24 hours, he would have given you IV fluids, because you’re literally sweating everything away, and he would have asked Tae to come. Not to do anything per say, just to be close and try to wake you up.” Yoongi groans and Jimin adds hastily, “Thankfully, you are awake before 24 hours so that won’t happen, and Taehyung doesn’t know anything about what’s going on. We weren’t going to tell him until we knew for sure that he had to come.”

Yoongi nods, still feeling extreme embarrassment. When will this nightmare be over?

He starts to feel the need and cramping rise again, and he groans, curling in on himself. For fuck’s sake, this is never ending!

Jimin puts his phone up to his thumb to unlock it, and Taehyung’s voice fills the room as he leaves it.

The next time Yoongi wakes (after he had about eight orgasms in a row), he feels a million times better. He is able to sit up in bed, with only a mild amount of pain, and look around the room.

He is lying in the middle of a sweat drenched bed, surrounded by his nest. The sun outside is setting, and his phone is silent, Taehyung’s recording having run all the way through.

With perfect timing, Yoongi hears his front door opening, and seconds later his bedroom door opens revealing an anxious looking Jimin. He takes one look at Yoongi sitting up wide eyed in bed and beams.

“Hyung! He’s awake and sitting up on his own!” he shouts out the door to jin then grins back down at Yoongi. “And he’s even glaring at me again!”

“Finally!” shouts Jin back, from what Yoongi guesses is his kitchen.

“Hyung, how are you feeling?” Jimin asks, bounding over and offering him a pain killer. Yoongi takes it even though he only has a mild ache left.

“A hell of a lot better,” he rasps out, his voice rough either from disuse or whining and yelling, he’s not sure which.

“Mmm, and you’ve got that sexy bedroom voice,” Jimin winks, and hands him a water bottle. “Chug it hyung, then do you think you can take a shower on your own while we change your sheets?”

Yoongi nods, not wanting to receive another bath from Jimin for the rest of his life. As he gets up, and makes his way past a smiley Jimin, he stops. “Thank you Park Jimin, I mean it.” He says earnestly, unable to fully express how grateful he is. Jimin literally carried his unconscious body, spoon fed him, bathed him, cleaned off his toys covered in slick, and at one point he’s pretty sure he removed one from inside him as well, if that memory wasn’t just a fever dream. The amount of care and effort Jimin put in to help him out, someone he’s only known for around two weeks, is shocking. He understands that they’re in a pack, but what Jimin did to help him went above and beyond and is something that Yoongi doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to repay. He will be forever indebted to this annoyingly caring man.

“You don’t need to thank me hyung,” Jimin says politely, brushing it off.

“No I do. You did so much for me. More than I ever expected anyone to do for me.”

Jimin gives him a soft smile, “you know how you can pay me back?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“Nest and cuddle with me you stupid, obtuse, repressed omega!” He says, sounding both stern and exasperated.

Yoongi lets out a light laugh, “okay Park Jimin, I’ll nest with you.”

Jimin smiles again, “excellent.” He turns to start collecting Yoongi’s bedding. “And just so you know,” he says quietly, “Tae Tae would have done everything I did for you in a heartbeat if he could have. I looked after you so thoroughly in part because we’re in a pack, but also for Tae Tae. I wanted to take care of you as well as he would have. He’s my best friend. We take care of each other and the people we care about.”

Yoongi has to blink back tears as he steps into his bathroom. He’s just stupid and emotional after the heat. His hormones are going crazy, that’s what it is. It has nothing to do with the genuinely kind and selfless people he’s found himself surrounded by since he’s moved into his grandmother’s house. Definitely not.

Regardless, after he has a nap, he needs to go find Taehyung.

Chapter Text

Friday morning, Yoongi finds himself standing outside Flower Boy staring at the door. He slept the rest of the night after the shower, his body being both physically and mentally drained from the heat and woke up early this morning unable to sleep.

He has to see Taehyung. He can’t even explain it, it’s like an itch he can’t scratch. Part of it is his omega, but part of it is him. He has to thank him for what he did somehow … and also try to make him forget everything that he had texted him. Waking up and looking through his message history was a wee bit of a shock to say the least. Yoongi had never so seriously considered throwing everything he’d worked for away to get a one-way ticket to Iceland so he could live out the rest of his days in exile.

But now he’s here, the one place he really wants, and really doesn’t want, to be. Taking a deep breath, he gives himself a mental pep talk – which goes a little like ‘fuck you, don’t be a pussy’ – and finally pushes open the door.

The windchimes tinkle as he steps inside and looks around the, now strangely familiar, flower shop. The flowers near him seemed to bend closer, a few of them swishing their leaves back and forth. How had he not noticed how alive the shop was the first time he came in?

“I’ll be just a-“ Taehyung’s voice begins, before he emerges from one of the shelves and stops dead, cutting off his sentence.

Even though Taehyung is still about two meters away from him, he can see his pupils instantly dilate and his throat bob as he swallows loudly. “Yoongi,” he chokes out, taking a step back and looking at him warily.

Yoongi raises his hands in the air, “I’m done.” He says, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Why the hell did he decide to come here again?

Taehyung just nods, still looking uncomfortable. “oh good, good.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, subtly shuffling backwards even further.

God it’s awkward. Extremely, unbearably awkward. Shit. He’s ruined everything by sexting Taehyung in heat and making him uncomfortable. He feels his face go red in embarrassment. Fuck, this is a nightmare.

“Umm …” he says, unable to look at Taehyung. “I should just … go…” He starts making his way back out the shop when Taehyung’s voice stops him.

“Wait!” Taehyung yells as his hand reaches the doorknob. “Please, please don’t go!” he begs.

Yoongi looks back to find Taehyung looking at him with wide desperate eyes, and he slowly lets go of the doorknob but keeps himself poised, ready to flee at any moment.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better hyung,” Taehyung begins, taking a tiny step towards him then stopping abruptly. “umm, but … you uh. You still smell like heat. Like a residual smell, sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Yoongi takes a step away from Taehyung on instinct. Shit. He had no idea there could be a residual smell. At least this explains Taehyung’s awkwardness. “oh god, I’m so sorry,” he buries his head in his hands. “I had no idea.”

“No no, It’s okay hyung!” Taehyung rushes out, taking a few more steps forward. “I’m really glad you came, and it … smells nice. It just surprised me a bit. Just give me a minute.”

Yoongi looks up at him with a pained expression. “God, I have to move back to Seoul now.”

Taehyung shakes his head, taking a small step forward. “No, no hyung, it’s fine. Everything’s fine. I’m glad you’re feeling better, I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for coming.”

Yoongi sighs and leans back against the wall, closing his eyes. This is a disaster, but he might as well get it all out there and say what he came to say. “I’m really, really sorry about the texts Taehyung.”

“Yoongi-“ Taehyung starts, but he cuts him off.

“And I came here because, I wanted to thank you for helping me like you did. It was … really sweet and it made things more bearable.” Yoongi opens his eyes and stares into Taehyung’s beautiful ones, wondering if this would be the last time he’d be able to face them. God, the man was gorgeous, why did he have to be such a horny son of a bitch when in heat. “and … you have a nice singing voice.”

Taehyung gives him a sad smile. “Thank you hyung, but you don’t have to thank me. And please don’t be embarrassed. You were in heat, it’s perfectly normal. I promise, I would be a million times more embarrassing in rut.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “yea right. An alpha rut? You’d be, like, aggressively telling me to come over.”

Taehyung giggles. “uh, no, no I would not.” He takes another step closer, and takes a deep breath as though he’s steadying himself. “I would most definitely compose some love sonnets for you or something and try to convince you to come over in the most cheesy, rom-com way possible.”

Yoongi lifts the corner of his mouth. Honestly, that did sound more in character. “Yea?”

“yea”, Taehyung nods vigorously, adjusting his pants slightly as he makes his way to stand directly in front of Yoongi. It takes everything in Yoongi’s power to not look down. Adjusting his pants was completely coincidental and had absolutely nothing with him smelling like heat. Right? “I’m actually surprised you remember what my voice sounded like. I thought you might have been asleep by then.” He gives him a shy smile, “I was trying to get you to sleep, which is why I chose the lullabies.”

Yoongi feels himself flush. This is definitely the most embarrassing conversation he’s ever had to endure. But go big or go home I guess. “Yea, I actually … uh, recorded you.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, and he gives him a little smile, “oh, I see.”

They then stand there in an awkward silence. Taehyung waiting for Yoongi to say something, and Yoongi having no idea what to fucking say to the man he aggressively sexted while in heat, getting off to the thought of his fingers inside of him.

Before Yoongi can decide how best to get the fuck out of Dodge without upsetting Taehyung, the door opens right behind him and an elderly woman shuffles inside.

Taehyung steps closer to him, slightly blocking him from the woman’s view. The woman sees him anyway and her eyes widen. “Who’s this?” she asks taehyung, eyeing Yoongi up and down.

He relaxes slightly when he smells that the woman is a beta; she won’t be able to smell the heat still on him. Taehyung; however, stiffens and steps further in front of Yoongi. And if Yoongi’s post-heat mind isn’t betraying him, is he smelling some alpha pheromones coming off of Taehyung?

“Oh, no one just-“ Taehyung starts lightly, waving his hands.

“It’s the new omega Mary told me about!” the woman cuts him off excitedly. “Oh, wait here, Jihoon is just next door, I’ll go get him!”

“No wait!” Taehyung yells after her, but she is already out the door.

Taehyung turns to Yoongi with wide eyes. “Hyung, what could I do to get you to go crawl into that closet over there?” He asks, pointing to a small door behind him that only comes half-way up the wall.

“You would have to literally drag my dead body there,” Yoongi deadpans.

“Hyung,” Taehyung says pleadingly, wringing his hands together, “Jihoon is an alpha, he’ll smell you and-“ before he can finish, the door opens again, and Yoongi is hit with a wave of strong alpha scent. He can’t pinpoint what the smell is, but it’s spicy.

A tall man in a well-worn suit steps in. The man is broad, but more with fat than muscle, and his hair is slicked back from his head with an insulting amount of hair gel. His face, however, is handsome. He has a strong jaw and dark eyes that quickly find their way to Yoongi.

He is definitely not imaging it now, Taehyung is giving off alpha pheromones. Aggressive ones. “Jihoon,” Taehyung says tightly, straightening up. “What brings you to a flower shop?”

“Wow,” the man says to Yoongi, inhaling deeply and totally ignoring Taehyung. “I hope you don’t think I’m too bold, but you smell amazing sweety.” The man purposely wedges himself around Taehyung so he is right in front of Yoongi.

He looks back and forth between the two alphas. Both of them are now giving off dominating alpha pheromones. Yoongi is … intrigued. He has never seen Taehyung really act like an alpha before. Now the man was standing tall, chest puffed, and subtly glaring holes at the other alpha. Holy shit, it’s hot.

“Taehyung, do you normally crowd your customers like this?” the alpha asks him, elbowing him subtly out of the way, “give us some room to breathe. Don’t you have a plant to go water?” condescension is dripping from his voice.

“I’m here to serve my customers,” Taehyung says with false pleasantness.

“We don’t need your service right now, thanks,” he turns back to Yoongi, “we’re talking.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, “are we? I don’t think I’ve said anything.”

The man smirks, “you have now,” he says with a wink, like he’d just said something clever.

Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes.

The man holds out a hand, “I’m Jihoon, I work at the bank next door.” Yoongi considers his hand for a minute before he decides to shake it. “Bank worker,” the man clarifies as he gives Yoongi a firm shake, “I work with money all day. You could say I’m a money expert.” He winks again.

“I see,” says Yoongi, unimpressed, “I’m Yoongi.”

“It’s nice to meet you Yoongi, Taehyung here isn’t bothering you is he?” He leans closer to Yoongi and speaks in a low voice that’s still loud enough for Taehyung to hear every word. “He’s always been a bit weird, especially towards omegas. Don’t take it personally, he always tries to befriend every omega he sees for some reason.”

The alpha then leans in even closer, and Yoongi leans away, “I’m pretty sure he’s into alphas,” he stage whispers.

“Jihoon!” Taehyung says loudly before Yoongi can say anything. Yoongi peers around Jihoon to see Taehyung standing there with his arms crossed looking as intimidating as he’s ever seen him. Taehyung is now full alpha mode, and it’s really doing things to him. “Stop crowding him, you’re making him uncomfortable, can’t you smell it?” he raises an eyebrow, “or is your sense of smell not strong enough for that?”

Jihoon bristles but thankfully (he owes one to alpha-mode Taehyung) he leans away. “My sense of smell is incredibly strong,” He turns to Taehyung and smirks at him, “as you very well know, Taehyung.”

And oh god, the amount of alpha pheromones in the air just sky rocketed. It is making Yoongi’s omega want to curl up and cower. Fortunately, Yoongi is Yoongi, so he stands up a little straighter out of spite.

“Did you come into this shop to actually buy something Jihoon, or just harass the customers?” Taehyung asks him, not backing down from Jihoon’s posturing and standing up even straighter himself.

Jihoon turns to give a look to Yoongi, it’s a ‘can you believe this guy’ look. Yoongi just stares back blankly. “As a matter of fact, I did,” Jihoon says, turning back to Taehyung and sweeping past him towards the cash register, “come on Taehyung, come serve me.”

Yoongi and Taehyung share a real look of mild irritation and exasperation before Taehyung reluctantly turns and follows Jihoon to the cash.

The two alphas are now standing face to face with just the counter between them. Taehyung is slightly taller, and the pheromones have reached an all time high. Yoongi would have rolled his eyes (he hasn’t seen this kind of childish posturing since high school) if Taehyung going all alpha wasn’t so disturbingly sexy.

“What can I get you Jihoon,” Taehyung asks with saccharine sweetness. And oh man, the passive aggressiveness of this conversation is about to max-out.

“Thank you for finally doing your job Taehyung, I thought you’d never ask,” Jihoon simpers back. “I would like a bouquet for a very special person. What are the most expensive,” he emphasizes the word, “bouquets you sell?”

Taehyung reaches below to the display of bouquets under the counter and pulls out three of them. He sets each of them on the counter in front of him. “These are the three highest priced bouquets.”

Jihoon looks at them critically, “this is it? This is the best you can do?”

Yoongi suppresses a snort. The three bouquets in front of him were breathtakingly beautiful. He’s never seen bouquets with so many vibrant flowers all in full bloom, bursting from their artful arrangements. For any magic-user, it would be obvious that these bouquets were the result of a plant mage. No one else could create bouquets so elaborate and lively.

“We have cheaper priced options if that’s more in your price range,” Taehyung replies quickly with false sympathy. Yoongi bites his lip to suppress a laugh. This whole conversation has reached a new level of pettiness.

“No, no,” says Jihoon quickly, puffing out his chest more, “I think you are very aware that money is not a problem for me Taehyung, it’s literally what I do for a living.”

“Yea,” says Taehyung with wide eyes, “you manage other people’s money.”

“And my own!” He looks back down at the bouquets, “I have so many investments its hard to keep track of.” He laughs, “I could tell you things about finance and stocks that would go completely over your head Taehyung.”

He then turns to Yoongi and gives him a cheesy smile. “Yoongi honey, could I have your opinion on the bouquets? It’s going to a very special omega, and I’d like an omega’s input on the best one.”

Yoongi bristles and pushes away from the wall, “I’m not your honey.” He says harshly.

Jihoon just continues to smile at him, “but you’re so sweet!”

He rolls his eyes. He has been nothing but standoffish and abrupt since the man walked in.

He does however, look towards the bouquets and considers them. He notices Taehyung discreetly pointing to one of the bouquets from under the table and mouthing ‘most expensive’.

Yoongi grins, “if you really want my opinion, I like that one the best,” he points towards the one Taehyung indicated.

Jihoon nods, “I was thinking that one too, it’s the most passible of the three.” He then pulls out an obnoxiously thick wallet. Jesus. “How much Taehyung?”

“1 800 000 won,” Taehyung says pleasantly.

“What?!” Jihoon spits, his eyes bugging out, “for this piece of shit!?”

Taehyung widens his eyes innocently, “if that’s too expensive for you we have cheaper options-“

“No, no,” Jihoon cuts him off and starts rifling through his wallet. Dear god, the man wasn’t going to try to pay with that in cash was he? “The price isn’t the problem, it’s that you think these flowers are worth that. How do you have customers?”

Taehyung tilts his head at him, “that’s the going price for flowers these days Jihoon. I know you don’t know much about flowers, you obviously don’t buy them very often.”

Jihoon throws a wad of cash onto the counter, “I know the going price for everything Taehyung, that is my job, and these sickly flowers,” he gestures towards the vibrant, lively bouquet, “are not worth what you think they are.”

Taehyung picks up the cash and starts counting, “if you actually did know the going price for everything, you would know that my pricing for these flowers is honestly generous.”

“Generous?” Jihoon laughs.

Taehyung finishes counting and rings the money through the till. “Is there anything else I can get for you today?” Taehyung asks sweetly, handing the bouquet over to Jihoon.

Jihoon nods and points towards the small place cards on the counter. “How am I supposed to deliver this bouquet to someone if it doesn’t have their name or mine on it? Do your job Taehyung, I need a card with it too.”

Taehyung picks up a card, “I just assumed you would be thoughtful enough to deliver them in person, my mistake.”

Yoongi bites his lip again, this is probably the funniest conversation he’s ever had the privilege of eavesdropping on.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll deliver it in person, I just want to write a personalized message for them to remember. Maybe you just aren’t as thoughtful as I am Taehyung.”

Taehyung hums, “you’re right, I usually just create a bouquet out of mid-air for someone. Way less thoughtful than buying one from someone else.”

Yoongi does snort at this but is able to cover it up with a cough. Not even a plant mage can create a flower out of nothing. The bullshit coming out of both of their mouth’s right now is breathtaking.

Jihoon raises his eyebrows, “literally who are you creating flowers for? You’ve been single for as long as I’ve known you.”

“I didn’t know that you kept tabs on my love life Jihoon,” Taehyung presses a few buttons on his cash register, “I’m flattered but not interested. That will be 10 000 won.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” he makes a face, “I’m not into alphas unlike like some people. The omegas would be devastated if that was true,” he turns to wink at Yoongi. Gross. “wait, 10 000 won? What the hell, for a piece of paper?!”

Taehyung widens his eyes, “It’s a very nice piece of paper. Look, it has golden embroidery on it. That doesn’t come cheap.”

Jihoon smacks 10 000 won on the counter rather aggressively. “It should be a common courtesy for your customers who have already paid exorbitant prices for your bouquets.”

“You’re a business man Jihoon,” Taehyung says, sliding over the paper and a pen, “giving away things for free isn’t a good way to do business. I have to say, my regular customers don’t usually complain this much about prices. If money is an issue for you-“

“It’s not.” Jihoon cuts him off as he leans over and writes something on the card. “As you well know Taehyung, you’ve seen my car.”

“ah yes,” Taehyung says, tying the card on the bouquet for him, “that gas guzzling monstrosity. Congrats.” Sarcasm is dripping from every word.

“What car do you drive again Taehyung?” Jihoon asks sweetly, taking the bouquet. “Oh yea, I forgot, you walk everywhere.”

“Yes, I like to keep in shape.” Taehyung counters.

Jihoon scoffs, “you’re scrawny, do you even lift?”

“I’m taller than you?”

“It’s just your shoes.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m not the one wearing heels. I could mop the floor with you in an arm wrestle.”

“Do you really think so?”

Yoongi clears his throat. As incredibly entertaining as this whole conversation is, the pheromones were reaching an uncomfortable level, even to Yoongi who likes to think himself immune to such things. He best break it off before the two start wrestling over the counter and Yoongi ends up curled up in a corner somewhere.

“As mystical as this entire conversation has been, can you not stink up the whole store? It’s gross.”

He sees Taehyung’s ears tinge pink, but Jihoon seems unaffected, walking towards Yoongi confidently. “I have to get back to work anyway.” He says.

He walks past Yoongi before stopping dramatically and backtracking a few steps. “Oh yea, I almost forgot,” he says flippantly, “these are for you sweety.” He hands the bouquet to Yoongi.

Yoongi is just able to suppress his eye roll in time. He looks down at the flowers and considers them. Finally making up his mind, he takes them. From the corner of his eye, he can see Taehyung turn away and start inspecting the counter very closely.

Jihoon grins and points to the card. It just has his name and phone number on it. Wow, what a romantic. “If you wanna alpha to take care of you, or if you just wanna fuck around, I’m your man. Call me.” With a wink, he then saunters out of the store.

Yoongi looks up to find Taehyung still looking away from him, this time inspecting one of his plants closely. Yoongi sighs and shakes his head.

He walks towards the large square of earth he spotted when he entered the store. It is near the back along the wall, and the earth looked so fresh and organic that he has no doubt it’s for him. He remembers Taehyung telling him he could play in his dirt. This must be the dirt in question.

Yoongi throws the card with Jihoon’s number on it in a nearby trash can and kneels down in front of the square of earth about a meter long and half a meter wide.

He opens the bouquet and starts wedging the flowers in the dirt, one by one. There are so many flowers in the bouquet, he doesn’t notice when Taehyung kneels down next to him.

When he’s finished putting in the last flower, he looks up and finally sees Taehyung looking at him with soft eyes. Yoongi gulps, “will it work?” he asks, voice rough, gesturing towards the flowers in the soil. He feels like a bit of an idiot now, putting a bunch of cut flowers in dirt. Would they even grow from that or is he just looking like more of a complete moron in front of a plant mage?

Taehyung gives him a soft, watery smile and he has to look away. Taehyung leans forward and gently places his hand on the earth, “of course it will hyung, I’m here.” Then Yoongi feels it, Taehyung’s magic. He has never been so close to him using it before. It’s like a warm zing that runs through Yoongi as, before his eyes, the flowers start to bloom even bigger and grow leaves.

On instinct Yoongi places his hand on the soil, and his own magic can feel the flowers sprouting roots and nestling themselves into the dirt.

That warm euphoric feeling runs through him as he releases his magic, and when it touches Taehyung’s own magic, that warm zing mingles in and Yoongi can’t help but lean towards the other mage. The combined feeling is intoxicating, especially to Yoongi who hasn’t used his own magic in so long.

He leans over and rests his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, breathing in the strong autumn leaves scent. The posturing alpha pheromones are long gone, leaving behind a warm, comforting scent.

Yoongi, not wanting the feeling to end, gently shifts the soil and repositions the flowers. He aligns them so they are coordinated by colour, going from left to right, lighter to darker.

Taehyung giggles as the flowers wave around and turn to face the two of them.

After a long moment, Yoongi finally, regretfully, pulls away his magic and removes his hand from the earth.

Taehyung pulls his hand away too and leans his head on top of Yoongi’s which is still on his shoulder.

“Your magic feels nice,” Yoongi says a little dumbly, still feeling the aftershocks of his and Taehyung’s combined magic.

“That was so romantic,” Taehyung breathes against the top of his head, “it’s like we touched tips.”

“Jesus,” says Yoongi pulling away, “do you have to ruin every moment?”

Taehyung giggles. “Sorry hyung, can’t help it.”

Yoongi lifts his eyes to the ceiling then settles them back on the alpha in front of him who is looking at him with soft eyes.

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “soooo, you normally make bouquets out of midair huh?”

Taehyung’s ears tinge pink and he ducks his head, “ah, right. Sorry about all that, I don’t normally ...”

“Go all posturing teenaged boy-alpha?” Yoongi supplies helpfully.

Taehyung flushes, “yea, sorry.”

Yoongi shrugs, “I’ve never seen you act like an alpha before … it was kinda hot, in an immature, ‘are we 12?’ kinda way.”

Taehyung perks up, “yea? You thought I was hot?”

“Did the second half of that sentence go completely over your head?”

“Did you wanna curl up and go ‘oh alpha!’ with all my super manly alpha pheromones?” Taehyung fake swoons.

“Jesus. I can’t have a civil conversation with you for five minutes, can I?”

Taehyung laughs happily.

“But seriously, the price for that bouquet did sound ridiculously high,” Yoongi continues, quirking an eyebrow.

Taehyung grins mischievously, “oh yea, I tripled the price.”

Yoongi laughs, and Taehyung just shrugs. “One of the many perks of owning your own business. You pick the prices. Jihoon was very adamant that he could afford it so..,.”

Yoongi shakes his head, grinning. “He was very proud to be working at the bank.”

“He’s a glorified bank teller.” Taehyung says quickly, his pettiness back on full display and Yoongi laughs again. “but for this town, it’s one of the higher paying jobs to be fair,” Taehyung adds. “I know in Seoul there are a bunch of fancy business buildings and lawyers and hospitals, but we don’t have any of that. We just have the family owned shops here on main street, the grocery store, and the dentist’s office. So most jobs are quite modest.”

Yoongi nods. “I know, but Taehyung. I’m loaded.”

Taehyung gives him a shy smile, “I figured, after seeing your writing credits. Yoongi. I am too.”

He smiles back, “yea, I figured after you said you live in a house with 27 bedrooms … and I saw JinHit, holy shit.”

Taehyung laughs, “Jin is so extra. Our money is old money though. It’s all inherited. I mean, I do make money off this shop, but it’s not enough to be able to afford a mansion.”

“I don’t know, keep selling 1 800 000 won bouquets and you could get there.”

Taehyung flushes again, “please don’t tell Jin.”

Yoongi grins, “I won’t. But I’m also curious, the card…?”

“Oh, I give them away for free.” Taehyung’s mischievous grin is back.

He gasps dramatically, “but the gold embroidering!?”

Taehyung laughs again, “costs me 10 000 won to get a pack of 100 of them.”

Yoongi smiles wide and looks up at the handsome alpha. They are kneeling close to each other, Taehyung’s pleasant autumn leaves smell permeating the air around them. It’s nice. Both Yoongi and his omega like being in the presence of the alpha, just talking and laughing. He’s fucked.

“Um Yoongi,” Taehyung starts, suddenly becoming shy. He looks down and rubs the back of his neck. “willdoyfdatodayme?”

“What?” Yoongi asks leaning in closer, not catching a word of what he said.

Taehyung takes a deep steadying breath, then lifts his head and looks Yoongi in the eye determinedly. “Yoongi. Will-“ he cuts off again and clears his throat. “Hold on, I just need a second.” Taehyung’s face is flaming red.

“Take your time,” Yoongi says, amused. He’s so cute all flustered.

“Okay.” Says Taehyung after a minute, face still bright red. “Yoongi.”

“Yes?”

“Will you. Maybe, if you want to. No pressure. Do whatever you want. But, like if you want to. Maybe. Sometime. But soon. Like, it’s up to you. But will, if you want.-“

“Spit it out,” Yoongi cuts off Taehyung’s rambling. His heart is racing. He has a feeling he knows what Taehyung might want to ask.

“Date me?” Taehyung blurts out. His eyes widen, “I mean, go on one. Go on a date with me. Will you. Like, do you want to. Do you want to go on a date with me? Like a real official one and everything.”

Yoongi stares at the alpha, heart pounding in his chest. What fucking lottery did he win to have this flustered Adonis asking him on a date?

Taehyung doesn’t take Yoongi’s silence as a good sign and rambles on, face, if possible, getting even redder. “I’ll plan everything. I’ll think of something amazing, super fun. But not too fun! It will be super chill. I’ll think of the perfect date. I’ll pay for everything. You don’t have to do a thing. Like, next weekend-“

“I can’t.” Yoongi cuts him off.

“Oh,” says Taehyung quietly, deflating. “That’s okay, I get it hyung-“

“No, I mean, I can’t next weekend.” Yoongi clarifies quickly. “I have my big yearly meeting with work next weekend, so I’ll be in Seoul.”

Taehyung perks up, “what about after you get back? After you get back from Seoul?”

“I’m … free then.” Yoongi says slowly, aggressively avoiding eye contact.

“Free to go on a date with me?” Taehyung presses, leaning closer, his excitement palpable.

Yoongi pauses for a moment, wondering what the fuck has happened to his life since he moved to this town in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. Seoul Yoongi has never been in a situation like this. Seoul Yoongi is a sucker. “Yes.”

Taehyung squeals and pulls Yoongi into a tight hug. Yoongi, being as graceless and fucking awkward as he is, just freezes in Taehyung’s hold, unsure of how to react. Luckily, Taehyung pulls away quickly and clears his throat, schooling his face into a neutral expression. “I mean, cool. Yea, cool, cool, cool. I guess. Whatever. Yea, I’ll plan the date then.” He inspects his nails in forced nonchalance.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but can’t keep the grin off his face. “You’re ridiculous.”

As Taehyung grins back, he feels his pocket vibrate. He pulls out his phone to find a text from Jimin.

Best Pack Mate: Yo bitch come over.

Im calling in my favour

Wer cuddling

NOW.

Yoongi sighs and looks back up at Taehyung. “Jimin wants to cuddle,” he says in disgust.

Taehyung coos, “aww, can I watch?”

Yoongi makes a face, and his phone vibrates again.

Best Pack Mate: If Tae Tae asks, no he cant watch

“Jimin says no.” Yoongi tells him.

“Seflish.” Taehyung pouts.

Nest King: Howd u know Taehyung is here?

Creepy

Also, did u name me nest king?

Best Pack Mate: Dont pretend u don’t love it

Im at kookies tattoo shop

I saw u go to the flower shop

Like an hour ago

Times up

Zip up ur pants and get over here

Yoongi makes a disgusted face.

“Jimin being himself?” Taehyung asks sagely, seeing the expression on his face.

“He’s perverted.”

“Oh yea, that’s Jimin.” He says fondly.

Nest King: Fine.

Where r u?

Best Pack Mate: Tattoo parlour

We live upstairs

Just go in and ask kookie to let u up

Fair warning, hes tattooing Bertha right now and shes feisty

Yoongi looks back up at Taehyung apologetically. “He wants me to go to the tattoo parlour right now.”

Taehyung jumps to his feet, “oh that’s fine. It’s so nice that you two are close. I’m happy for you!”

Yoongi stands up too.

Now the two of them are standing about a foot apart in an empty flower shop, staring at each other. Yoongi shuffles his feet awkwardly, “soooo…”

“The tattoo shop.” Taehyung nods. “Nice place.”

“Yea?”

“Yea. Long trip though.”

“Is it?”

“Yea, all the way on the other end of the street.”

“This street isn’t that long.”

“It’s dangerous though,” says Taehyung, taking a step closer.

“Is it?” Yoongi asks, leaning closer himself. Taehyung’s leaves scent is increasing.

“Yea, lots of bad people out there.”

“Like Jihoon?”

“Yea, lots of people like Jihoon.”

“Oh no.”

“Yea, bad news. When you look like that.” Taehyung leans closer, eyes wide with a false innocence, “and smell like that.”

“What do I smell like?” Yoongi asks boldly. They are now inches from each other. Yoongi could count Taehyung’s eyelashes if he wanted to. He finds that he really wants to.

“Heat. Tangerines ... Perfection.” He whispers the last word, gaze falling to Yoongi’s neck where his scent gland is, and he gulps.

“Do I?” Yoongi asks coyly. Screw his pride, he wants Taehyung to scent him. He wants it so badly; his heart is racing.

“Yea, not safe for you to go around the bad part of town, smelling like that, when it’s so dark out.”

“It’s 10 am.”

“It’s cloudy.”

Yoongi smirks and looks at Taehyung’s scent gland. Jesus, his neck is beautiful. How has he not noticed it before? “Yes, very cloudy.”

“Wouldn’t want you going around smelling like that.” Taehyung continues, leaning down, now just a breath away from his neck.

Yoongi shivers. “What can I do?” his voice cracks.

“I can help.” Taehyung says, breath tickling his neck.

“You can?”

“Yea, I better scent you … for your safety, you know.” He leans even closer so his lips are now a hair’s breadth away from his scent gland.

Yoongi feels a jolt run through his entire body.  “Yes, you better. For safety.” His voice is low and gravelly.

He sees a shiver run through Taehyung. “Yes, for safety.”

“Definitely.”

“It’s so cloudy.”

“Incredibly cloudy.”

“Record number of clouds for sure,” Taehyung breathes before pressing his lips to Yoongi’s scent gland.

Yoongi moans and his knees buckle. Taehyung wraps his arms around his waist and holds him up as he buries his face in Yoongi’s neck.

Yoongi buries his own face in Taehyung’s neck and inhales his heavenly scent. This close, he can smell both the autumn leaves and freshly cut grass scent mingling in perfect harmony. He leans in closer and rubs his cheek against Taehyung’s gland, effectively leaving his own citrus scent. His omega is thrilled.

Taehyung rubs his own cheek against Yoongi’s scent gland before turning his head to plant small little kisses on it.

Yoongi moans again, unable to stop himself, and holds onto Taehyung for dear life. His arms are wrapped around the alphas neck and their chests are pressed together.

He’s in heaven, literal heaven. Yoongi hadn’t realized how touch deprived he was until Jimin decided to scent him for the first time. Now, Yoongi is experiencing full-on the effects of depriving himself human contact. He melts into a puddle at the first touch of an alpha. He can’t even blame post-heat hormones on this. This is all Yoongi. Taehyung against him, his lips on his neck, is the best feeling he’s ever experienced.

“Taehyungie,” he whispers, pressing his own lips to the alpha’s scent gland. It tastes heavenly.

“Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung whispers back, and flicks his tongue out to lick a strip up Yoongi’s scent gland.

Yoongi’s legs do give out this time, and Taehyung catches him, his grip around his waist tightening, as he takes on Yoongi’s weight.

Taehyung giggles. “I got you, love.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi groans, “do that again.”

Taehyung obliges, as he licks up his sweat gland again before pressing a deep, open-mouthed kiss on it. “You taste so good.” He breathes.

Yoongi buries his face into Taehyung’s neck, “you feel so good,” he says back.

They stay like that for another minute before Yoongi’s pocket vibrating (likely Jimin telling him to hurry the fuck up) sadly brings him back to reality. He reluctantly pulls away.

Yoongi looks up at Taehyung who is giving him a big boxy smile, his pupils blown wide. “You’re so responsive hyung.” He says sweetly, eyes twinkling.

He flushes and buries his face in his hands. “Never tell Jimin.”

As Yoongi steps out of the flower shop and into the bright morning sun, he looks directly across the street and finds the tattoo parlour. He can see Jungkook tattooing someone through the window, right there. Not more than 10 steps away. He grins to himself.

Chapter Text

“Can you see your own character development hyung?” Jimin asks him as he burrows further into his neck.

“No, shut up.”

“Remember when we first met? You looked so offended when I asked about a pack. ‘I don’t cuddle.’” He says, trying to imitate Yoongi’s deep voice and failing spectacularly.

“I will leave.” Yoongi warns.

Earlier, when Yoongi arrived at the tattoo parlour, Jungkook let him upstairs where he found Jimin throwing blankets around the room in frustration.

“It’s not good enough!” He wails, throwing another blanket off the nest he had made on the bed.

“Jimin, it’s fine.” The nest was truthfully a bit eclectic for Yoongi’s tastes, but it wasn’t the worst he’s ever seen.

“Hyung, I swear I’m good at making nests! You’re just making me nervous!”

“Really, it’s fine,” Yoongi soothes.

“No, it’s not! It’s a disaster!” Jimin pulls at his hair, glaring at the bed in frustration.

“Let’s fix it then,” Yoongi says gently, and starts to shift around the blankets.

In the end, Yoongi was able to adjust the nest to his liking and Jimin’s enthusiastic approval. It was more colourful than his usual nests, but that just suited Jimin even better.

“You were so stiff and standoffish. Joonie hyung told me that you almost bit his head off when he asked you if you had a mate the first day you met him.” Jimin continues, uncaring of Yoongi’s discomfort with the conversation.

“I did not almost bite his head off.”

“Now look at you,” Jimin waves the arm that’s resting on Yoongi’s stomach. “You come over here to cuddle with me, your omega packmate, smelling like you just crawled out of Tae Tae’s asshole.”

Yoongi chokes, “jesus, what the fuck?!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Jimin amends, “Like Tae Tae crawled out of your asshole.”

“You and Taehyung have got to be the most inappropriate people I’ve ever met.”

“When I said to zip up your pants and get over here, I didn’t think you’d actually have to.” 

“Remind me to never do this again.”

“Noooo,” Jimin squeezes him tighter, “I love that you smell like Tae Tae. I’m so happy for you guys. Please keep cuddling me.”

Yoongi sighs but tightens his hold around Jimin. He will never admit that he’s enjoying this, bickering and all. Although, he doesn’t have to, his omega is giving off enough happy pheromones to give him away.

“You guys have an official date planned?” Jimin prods further.

“Kind of,” Yoongi says, suddenly a little shy. Oh god, he’s actually going to go on a real date with the beautiful alpha. Fuck.

“When?” Jimin presses.

“After I get back from Seoul.”

“When are you going to Seoul?”

“Next weeken-“ Yoongi cuts off and looks down at Jimin, struck with a sudden epiphany. “Park Jimin!” he yells.

“Min Yoongi hyung!” Jimin shouts back.

“How many connections does JinHit have?” he asks, plan brewing. 

“Enough to get scouts from two of the big three entertainment companies to come to our showcase.” Jimin shrugs.

“What about with BigHit?”

Jimin shakes his head, “Just you hyung. BigHit keeps to themselves mostly.”

Yoongi grins, “would he be interested in getting closer to BigHit? Or you and Hobi for that matter? Would you guys be interested in learning more about the dance program with them?”

Jimin lifts his head to look Yoongi in the eyes, “are you kidding? Of course! Jin hyung’s always looking for new contacts, and dancing is what Hobi hyung and I wanna do!”

“Next weekend is the annual company conference. I am going to meetings with other executives and writers to review our yearly activities. The dance sector is doing the same. All of the executives and managers for the dance program will be there, and I’m sure I could get you guys to have a tour, and Jin hyung to meet with some executives.” Yoongi knows a lot of people in BigHit, he’s been there since he completed his music degree. He’s never had any use for his connections until now though.

Jimin gives him a brilliant smile, his eyes disappearing into crescents, “that would be amazing hyung! Jinnie hyung will love it!”

OMEGAS WITH NUT CANNONS 12:03 pm

Jiminieee: Guyssss, Yoooooongi hyung’s got an announcement :DDDDDDDDD

Yoongi<3: I told u to let me say it

Jiminieee: Im letting u say it. Im just setting u up

Ur welcome

Yoongi<3: I dont remember asking for a set up

Hobi: trouble in paradise gentlemen?

Jinnie: its almost like yoongi should have joined our pack instead

Jiminieee: Back off hes mine.

Jinnie: Yoongi, offer still stands

Jiminieee: I said BACK OFF!

Yoongi<3: Anyway….

The annual company conference for BigHit is next weekend

I txted a few people I know in the dance program and theyd be willing to give u guys a tour

And meet with Jin

If ur interested of course

You don’t have to

Just thought idk

Maybe

If ur free

Jinnie: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hobi: Lol u broke him Yoongi

Jiminieee: I TOLD U!

Jinnie: Yoongi?!?!

Wtf

Ur an angel

Of course im interested u big awkward teddy bear

U dense, well-endowed man u

Yoongi<3: …so is that a yes?

Jinnie: Y E S.

Hobi: Im in too hyung!!!!

Thank u! this is amazing! :D

……

now whats this about yoongi being well-endowed???!!!

I knew I was feelin that big dick energy

Jiminieee: ;)

One week later, Yoongi finds himself standing in his driveway, surrounded by a bunch of idiots, and trying to brush off yet another scratch on his car from Namjoon. It’s the third scratch he’s left on his car since he’s started watering his plants. First, it was the nozzle of the watering hose flying off into his car, then it was Namjoon tripping over said watering hose and falling onto his car, and now it’s Jin’s luggage that he’s dropped on the hood because he twisted his ankle on the gravel while carrying it over his head like a moron. He really has some sort of vendetta against his car.

“I’m so sorry hyung! I’ll pay for it! I’ll pay for all of it!” Namjoon wails, hanging his head.

Yoongi gives up trying to wipe away the scratch, it’s there, it’s another scratch. On his new car. Might as well add it to his new scratch collection. Maybe by the end of the year his car will be so scratched up it will look intentional. Like some fancy, abstract paint job. “Don’t worry about it Namjoon, I can pay to get them fixed. It’s fine.” He says calmly, patting the flustered man on the back.

He buries his face in his hands, “I’m so sorry.” He repeats.

Hobi sniggers.

Hobi, Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook were currently trying to stuff the rest of their luggage into Hobi’s tiny Prius. This entire trip was a terrible idea.

“Okay, but why is Jungkook coming?” Yoongi complains.

“He’s with me,” Jimin says, as if that settles it.

“He has his own car.”

Jimin turns to him, hands on hips, “we are going to have a nice, romantic date weekend together, and bond with our friends over the road trip!” he huffs.

Jungkook grins at Yoongi, “I’ve mapped out all the most picturesque places on our way to Seoul to stop and take group pictures!” he says excitedly.

“And we can’t do that if we’re separated in different cars!” Jimin adds.

“We can-“ Yoongi begins.

“Also,” Namjoon chimes in, cutting him off. “Don’t bite my head off or anything, but it’s probably a good idea for you guys to have an alpha travelling with you. For safety reasons.” Yoongi turns to glare daggers at Namjoon. He raises his hands over his head in surrender. “Just saying!”

“We are strong independent men,” Jin begins, as he closes the trunk of the Prius, finally having fit in all of their luggage. “Who are saving the planet by carpooling.” 

“But why Hobi’s Prius?!” Yoongi continues to complain, “it’s literally the smallest car we could have chosen!”

“and the most fuel efficient, you gas guzzling assholes!” Hobi huffs, patting his car’s hood soothingly. “Don’t listen to ‘em boy.”

“Fine, but I’m not sitting in the back with Jimin and Jungkook!” He says flatly. The trip will be 2 hours long minimum. There’s no way he’s going to be sitting in the middle of those two.

“What makes you assume Jungkook and I will be sitting in the back?” Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow. “I called shotgun an hour ago.”

“That’s cute, I called shotgun yesterday,” says Jin, picking up the freezer bag he brought with him and carrying it over to Namjoon.

“You can’t pre-emptively call shot gun!” Jimin argues.

“If shotgun is up for debate,” Jungkook adds, “I’d like to put my name in for consideration.”

“How about the reason you are all going to Seoul is the person who gets shotgun.” Yoongi says forcefully.

Hobi laughs, “gentlemen, gentlemen. I know I’m everyone’s favourite-“

“No, your car’s just a tiny piece of shit and no one wants to be squished into the back like a can of sardines.”

“So Yoongi’s bought himself a one-way ticket to the back seat of my beautiful car. Anyone else?” Hobi asks pleasantly in a sing song voice.

He grumbles. This is the last time he does anything nice.

“Weeeell, this seems like a good time for me to take my leave,” says Namjoon, hefting the freezer bag Jin gave him over his shoulder. “Have a good trip boys. Don’t kill each other on the way there, and Yoongi, again, I’m really sorry about your car.”

Yoongi waves him off as Namjoon pulls Hobi into a hug. He then hugs Jimin and Jungkook as they say their goodbyes.

When Namjoon turns to Yoongi, he purposely glares at him which makes Namjoon smile. “Aww, come here Yoongi, you big tsundere. I’ll miss you avoiding me every time I water your flowers. Who will silently watch me through the window while avoiding eye contact this weekend?” He teases.

Yoongi continues to glare at him but allows Namjoon to pull him into a hug. “You’re so lame,” he tells him as he pats him gently on the back in return.

Namjoon lets Yoongi go with a wide smile then turns to Jin. “Thank you for the food Jin hyung, I owe you a million times over by now.” He says a little sheepishly, walking towards him and hesitating.

Jin, however, does not hesitate, and pulls Namjoon into a tight hug, “you have to stop thanking me. The best thank you is eating well and cleaning my containers before returning them.”

Namjoon nods as Jin pulls him a little closer and places his head on his shoulder. “Don’t burn your house down again while I’m gone.” He says quietly into his shoulder.

He can see the backs of Namjoon’s ears turn pink as he pulls away from Jin and clears his throat. “Right. Yea. Don’t worry, I’ll be safe.” He then turns to make his way down Yoongi’s driveway, back towards his own house, “see you guys Friday for movie night! Except Yoongi. I’ll see you Monday when you actively avoid my presence.” He waves.

Yoongi looks at Jin and sees him watching Namjoon walk away with a forlorn expression on his face. Yoongi is … intrigued.

-

Two hours later, Yoongi is thoroughly regretting this whole trip. They have already stopped five times to take nauseatingly touristy pictures, dragging Yoongi into the photo every time. He is also stuck in the back seat with Jimin and Jungkook (Jin had pulled the ‘I’m your boss and packmate’ card to get shotgun), but luckily Jimin took the centre seat, so Yoongi has spent the last two hours leaning his head against the window trying, unsuccessfully, to sleep.

“Jungkoookieeee,” Jimin says and kicks Yoongi in the shin.

“Ow!” Yoongi complains, jolting up from the window and looking over to find Jimin and Jungkook arm wrestling in the seats next to him. Half an hour left, just half an hour left Yoongi.

“Sorry Yoongi hyung,” Jimin says distractedly, still engaged in his arm wrestle, “Jungkookie’s cheating.”

“I’m letting you use two hands while I’m only using one! If anyone’s cheating, it’s you!” Jungkook protests.

Yoongi shakes his head and looks to the front of the car. Hobi is humming along to the song on the radio, tapping his hands on the steering wheel, and Jin appears to be actually sleeping. Lucky son of a bitch.

Speaking of Jin … Yoongi thinks back to the interaction with Namjoon he saw earlier, and the awkwardness on Namjoon’s part. Yoongi remembers Taehyung making a, disturbingly worded, comment about Namjoon and Jin sharing a connecting door to their bedrooms. He also remembers them being quite friendly and close during the bar night, and Taehyung commenting on how Jin cooks for Namjoon and got him to hang out with them for the first time. It’s … confusing. Where exactly does their relationship stand?

Curiosity getting the better of him, he nudges a still wrestling Jimin. “Park Jimin?” he asks quietly so as not to wake Jin.

“Mmm?” Jimin responds, still facing Jungkook and trying to dodge his tickling fingers.

“What’s with Jin hyung and Namjoon?” he asks quietly.

Jimin and Jungkook stop wrestling and Jimin looks over at him with wide eyes, “omg, you picked up on it already!? God they’re so painfully obvious, aren’t they?”

“But what are they?”

“Idiots.” Jungkook supplies helpfully.

“Joonie hyung is awkward and oblivious, and Jin hyung has too much pride to actually outright say what he wants.” Jimin explains.

“So …”

“So they’re two friends who we are pretty sure are totally into each other, but are unable to take that next step.”

“To be fair, Jin hyung tries. Joonie is just an idiot.” Hobi supplies from the front, having eavesdropped on the conversation.

“Fair,” Jimin says. “Jin hyung tried to invite Joonie hyung with us for the weekend, on a date like Jungkook and I are doing. But Namjoon didn’t get what he was asking and said, ‘but I don’t dance, you don’t need me there’. And refused.”

Hobi chuckles from the front seat. “But I’m like ninety percent sure Joonie hyung is totally in love Jin hyung, he’s just too awkward to do anything about it!” Jungkook adds in, sounding frustrated.

“Which is really ironic considering he writes some of the most beautiful love poems written in the Korean language,” Hobi adds.

“And Jin refuses to let us intervene and try to set them up. He wants to get there himself but is also too afraid of rejection to just say: ‘Namjoon, I like you, go on a date with me.’”

“I see,” says Yoongi. That was a way more in-depth answer than he was expecting.

“So, your awkward, emotionally constipated ass is lucky Tae is so painfully obvious that he is interested, or you’d be in the same place as Joonie hyung!” Jimin accuses, nudging him.

“Excuse me!” he protests weakly. Honestly, all things considered, Jimin’s probably right. He can barely believe that Taehyung is interested in him as is.

“So how long has this been going on?” He asks.

“Almost three years now. It’s exhausting honestly,” Hobi sighs from the front.

“Three years?!” Yoongi asks, incredulous.

“Yep,” says Jimin, popping the ‘p’. “Joonie hyung moved to town three years ago and they met and fell into this awkward dance shortly after.”

“Ironically, Jin hyung’s parents originally tried to set Jiho noona up with Joonie.” Hobi supplies.

“Really? Why?”

“Handsome, successful, accomplished alpha poet moves to town and all the parents and grandparents were desperately trying to set him up with their kids,” Hobi laughs. “Jin hyung’s parents were obviously one of the first to find him and tried to set him up with Jiho noona since she is their oldest.” Hobi stops at a red light and looks back thoughtfully, “it actually caused a bit of a riff between noona and Jin hyung for a while.”

“Why?”

“Because if she can’t have happiness no one can,” says Jin quietly from the front. Everyone turns to Jin in surprise. Shit, they’d woken him up.

“Ookaaay,” says Hobi, breaking the silence following Jin’s words, “apparently the riff is still there.”

Jin turns around and looks at Yoongi. He doesn’t look angry, just tired. “Noona went and met him at his house then came back and ranted to me about how disorganized and messy it was, and how hopeless he was, and how it looked like he’d been living off ramen based on all the containers still stacked in his sink.” He flips his bangs out of his eyes, “apparently, she was trying to make sure I wouldn’t try to go after him, so she was exaggerating a bit, but it just made me want to help the poor guy. So, I went to his place with some home cooked meals and helped him clean it up. She was mad.”

“That you helped?” asks Yoongi disbelievingly.

“That I organized his house for him. So now it smelled like me.” Jin explains.

“His house now smelled like Jin hyung and reminded him of Jin hyung. It’s something omegas sometimes do when trying to woo an alpha. Make them think of you all the time by leaving your touch and scent in their home,” Jimin explains further, patting Yoongi’s head like a child.

 “Yea, I think you aggressively scenting every surface of my house was a bit more than that,” Jungkook says dryly giving Jimin a pointed look.

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to woo you, I was marking my territory,” Jimin says calmly, picking at the dirt under his nails.

“Anyways, gross.” Jin continues, “but I wasn’t trying to woo him, just help him out. And the thing was, noona didn’t even like him, she just didn’t want me to get an alpha before her.” He turns back in his seat and mutters, “still doesn’t.”

“I see,” says Yoongi, unsure of what to say about the obvious tension between the two siblings, “that’s rude.”

“Yea, she’s just bitter that she’s over 30 and still single,” Jin says quietly from the front, “so don’t be insulted if she doesn’t warm up to you. Seeing her baby brother with someone before her is even more of a punch in the gut.”

They stay silent for a while, Yoongi remembering the coldness Jiho showed him when they first met. Jin’s probably right that she doesn’t like him very much.

“If you want…” he starts, wondering how to even begin offering to help Namjoon and Jin.

He doesn’t have to figure it out because Jin says, “No Yoongi,” cutting him off, having correctly anticipated where his sentence was going. “I can handle Joonie myself.”

-

Arriving at BigHit is chaos. Jungkook leaves in Hobi’s car to drive to the hotel to check them in, while Yoongi tries to figure out how the hell to even get the three other omegas into the building.

Once he tackles that hurdle, (some eyelash batting towards the alpha at the reception was involved on Jin’s part) he has to figure out where the hell the ‘north’ dance studio is where the choreographers are going to meet with Jimin and Hobi.

After getting lost nearly three times, and losing Hobi (somehow) once, the three of them are able to arrive to the north studio in one piece.

The two head choreographers (both betas) greet Jimin and Hobi politely and Yoongi and Jin leave them to it while they go in search of the executives.

“Their first meeting will be ending in 5 minutes. They have an hour lunch break after, so that’s how long you have to schmooze with them,” Yoongi instructs Jin while he leads him through the hallways towards the main conference room. Thankfully, he knows where this room is.

“Piece of cake,” says Jin confidently, fixing his tie. He’d dressed into more formal attire in the car on the sixth group photo stop. He now wore sleek navy dress pants, a crisp white button up shirt with a pink tie and black blazer that just screamed money. Jin cleaned up well. “So, when do your meetings end?”

“I’ll be in meetings from one to five today, and ten to three tomorrow.” He says, rounding the corner. It’s going to be a boring fucking weekend.

“I see, I see,” says Jin, texting on his phone. “Sounds like fun.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Mmm,” says Jin distractedly, still on his phone.

They stop outside the doors to the conference room. “Look alive Jin hyung, we’re here.”

Jin finally looks up from his phone and pockets it, straightening his tie again. “Thank you again Yoongi. This means a lot to me. I don’t know how to make it up to you,” he says earnestly.

Yoongi waves him off, “you already made it up to me hyung. This is me making it up to you.”

“I don’t think cooking you food and cleaning your sheets warrants getting me major business contacts,” Jin says dryly.

Yoongi looks at his feet awkwardly, “you barely knew me hyung. You did a hell of a lot for a person you just met the day before.”

Yoongi feels Jin’s arms wrap around him, and he allows himself to be pulled into an embrace. “Aw Yoongi, I knew you well enough, know you well enough. You’re so sweet, I’m always happy to help you.”

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jin’s middle (jesus, he’s a tall omega) and returns the hug. “Thank you hyung,” he says quietly into his shoulder.

Jin coos and runs a hand gently through his hair, “you’re welcome Yoongi-ah. If you really wanted to thank me, you could join my pack,” he suggests teasingly.

Yoongi pulls away from the hug and grins, “yea, I don’t feel like dying by the hands of Park Jimin, thanks.”

Jin laughs, “Fair. Your omega is really connected to his,” Jin gives him another teasing grin, “your omega is really sweet and docile hyung.”

“Docile?!” Yoongi asks, outraged.

Jin nods laughing, “Your omega didn’t care one bit that I was there during your heat.”

Yoongi shushes Jin and looks around to make sure no one had heard him say that. The hallway is empty. “Why would my omega care exactly?” he asks in a low voice.

Jin shakes his head at him, “seriously Yoongi, just naver search ‘omega’ once in your life and learn something about yourself please.” He says exasperatedly. “Omega’s in heat see other omegas as competition and freak out when they are around. The only exception is when you’re in a pack together, then your omega recognizes them as a friend and relaxes. Which is why Jimin was the one to take care of you directly. But when he needed help, I was able to help you with no issues whatsoever. You didn’t even care that I was there. It was actually really surprising.” Jin raises his eyebrows at him, “your omega is really trusting and sweet, which is such a contrast to your exterior, it’s hilarious.”

Yoongi elbows him. He had no idea that he was supposed to dislike other omegas around him during his heat. As he thinks back, he remembers being embarrassed that Jin had to see him that way but felt no hostility towards him whatsoever. “Shut up, that doesn’t make me docile.”

“Very docile,” Jin disagrees.

“I will cancel this meeting,” he threatens.

Jin laughs as they hear the scrape of chairs from the other side of the door signalling the end of the meeting.

“You ready hyung?” Yoongi asks him as both of them straighten up, returning to business.

“I was born ready.”

-

Three hours in and he is bored out of his mind. The first two meetings went over the figures and sales for the year. This meeting is specifically about Yoongi. It’s just him with his two bosses and one colleague, and they are going over his songs and the sales and numbers they received.

All in all, it has been a pretty good year for Yoongi. He’d been able to have a hand in the writing of 12 songs released this year, if you included the ones on Agust D’s second mix tape. Yoongi did, but Bighit, since they didn’t actively promote that album, didn’t.

Just as they start getting into the sales ‘Telepathy’ had this year (one of his most recent releases, so he wasn’t expecting much), there’s a knock on the door.

They all look up in surprise to find a receptionist there with slightly flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Yoongi-ssi, someone is here for you.” She says quietly, eyeing him up and down.

“Me?” Yoongi asks incredulously, mind immediately going to worst case scenario. Jimin and Hobi had somehow set the dance studio on fire and now they were here to fire him.

The receptionist nods.

Yoongi turns to his bosses and co-worker. “Uh, can I leave for a minute?”

They chuckle, “sure, sure Yoongi, you’re a popular guy aren’t you,” Do Hyeong teases. He then turns to look out the glass wall of the conference room and raises his eyebrows. “Do you know one of the trainees?”

Yoongi turns to look out the glass as well and swears loudly.

Right outside the glass wall of the conference room, in BigHit entertainment, in Seoul, one floor down from Yoongi’s own studio, stands Kim Taehyung.

“Fuck.” He gets up quickly, racing out of the conference room, and meets Taehyung in the hallway. He grabs his arm and pulls him a little further down the hall, so they are in a less direct view of the conference room.

“What are you doing here?!” Yoongi asks him, looking up at the blushing alpha. Taehyung looks good. He has on a pair of dark wash jeans and a denim jacket over a plain white t-shirt with his hair brushed off his forehead. Fuck, he smells like heaven too, his autumn leaves scent is hitting him full force.

“I’m sorry!” Taehyung rushes out, biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your meeting! I just wanted to know where your office was, but people kept thinking I worked here for some reason, and they kept taking me to all these weird places before I finally got someone to listen to me!”

Yoongi looks up at the stunning alpha and can’t help the small smile that slips onto his face. He is such an idiot, and too good-looking for his own good. He places a hand on his arm, “it’s fine, don’t worry. The meeting was boring anyway, I could use little a break.”

Taehyung gives him an awkward little smile in return, “Okay, again I’m sorry,” Yoongi waves him off. “I just wanted to deliver this to your office.” He moves his hand from behind his back and pulls out one vibrant lavender rose with a note tied around the stem. Yoongi is just able to make out the word ‘love’ on the note before Taehyung unties it from the stem and hastily stuffs it into his pocket.

Yoongi reaches forward and takes the beautiful rose from Taehyung. “I don’t have an office.” He tells him, keeping his eyes on the flower, “but I have a studio, one floor up. Why did you come all the way to Seoul for a rose?”

Taehyung clears his throat and gives him a small smile. “Oh no reason. I just happened to be in the area...”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, “you just happened to be in Seoul? Two and a half hours away from home.”

“…On a Sunday drive…”

“It’s Saturday, and I thought you didn’t have a car.”

“On a Saturday drive in Jin hyung’s car…”

“I see.”

“Weird huh.”

“Very weird,” Yoongi agrees, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice.

“Then I found this rose, alone, abandoned, on the side of the road…”

“You’re making it sound like a puppy.”

“and thought, wow, Yoongi hyung would like this. I should go drop it off at his office while he has his meetings.”

“Very thoughtful.”

“Sooo… now that we’re both here anyway...” Taehyung says, shuffling his feet and looking up at Yoongi, eyes twinkling, “… and it’s so cloudy today…”

Yoongi smacks him on the chest, unable to hold back his laugh, “shut up, you ridiculous alpha!”

“It was supposed to be super romantic hyung, I swear!” He rushes out. “I was gonna leave this on your desk to find, then you would read it, then after all your meetings you would come and find me waiting for you, and I would be wearing my sexy trench coat not this denim jacket and I would say ‘come with me hyung’ in this really deep, sexy voice, then I would sweep you up into my arms-“

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi laughs, blushing now. “I get it, Taehyung. But if it means anything, I think your denim jacket is plenty sexy.”

“Yea?” he asks, a smile curling his lips, “I look sexier out of it.”

Yoongi chokes.

“Hyung,” Taehyung begins again, taking a deep breath. “I know I’ve messed this up, like I mess up everything when it comes to you, but what I wanted to ask was…” he clears his throat again. “go on a date with me! It’ll be so romantic! You can show me around all your old stomping grounds in Seoul.”

Yoongi shakes his head, grinning, “so now you want me to plan the date?”

“Technically, I planned the date. You just have to decide where to go.” Taehyung corrects.

“Sounds like a lot of work.”

“Well, I mean, Jungkookie has a full itinerary planned for his and Jiminie’s date. We could just go on a double date with them,” he grins at him mischievously.

“No! God no! Never. Never, Taehyung. Never.” Yoongi protests as Taehyung laughs at him and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

He leans his forehead against Yoongi’s and sighs, the mood shifting suddenly. The lighthearted energy from a second ago disappears as quickly as it came, Taehyung’s eyes are now radiating intensity. He whispers, “go on a date with me tonight hyung.”

“Okay,” he says immediately, complete putty in the alpha’s arms. He places his hands on his chest and breathes in his heavenly scent.

“Seven o’clock.” Taehyung whispers again, brushing his nose against Yoongi’s. Shivers run down his spine. In two seconds flat this infuriating alpha has reduced Yoongi into a pile of mush. Disgusting.

“Okay,” he whispers back, eyes locked on the alpha’s lips. God, he’s so beautiful, why are his lips so perfect? Why are they so distracting? What’s wrong with him?

“Yes, you should probably do it hyung,” Taehyung whispers again, wrapping his arms tighter around Yoongi.

“Do what?” he asks, mouth dry, still staring at the most beautiful lips on earth.

“Kiss me.”

So he does. Not needing any more prompting, Yoongi closes the distance between them and presses his lips firmly against Taehyung’s. Oh my god.

The kiss starts out gentle with Yoongi leading, slowly pressing his lips to Taehyung’s, wrapping his arms around his neck, and feeling the warm alpha against him. Taehyung tastes like sugar and coffee and strawberry flavoured lip balm, and he loves it.

The gentle Yoongi-led kiss only lasts a few seconds before Taehyung takes over, and presses his lips more firmly to Yoongi’s, pulling him closer and curving his spine, and oh god it feels amazing.

Taehyung hungrily locks his lips to Yoongi’s before angling his head and opening his mouth to lick a strip up Yoongi’s lips. Before he can react, Taehyung is there, coaxing his lips open, and licking into his mouth.

Yoongi can’t hold back the moan as he clutches to Taehyung for dear life and lets him devour his mouth with his tongue. He kisses him back as best he can, feeling the heat rising as the intensity of the kiss increases. He tangles his hands in his hair as he tangles his tongue with Taehyung’s. He moans (or maybe whines, but he’ll never admit to that) again as Taehyung pulls him flush against his body. He can feel Taehyung’s hard arousal between them, and it makes the heat rise even more in Yoongi, he himself already half hard.

As Taehyung gives a particularly toe curling lick to the roof of his mouth, Yoongi groans again and feels the tiniest amount of slick start to leak out.

This promptly snaps him back to reality and he pulls away from Taehyung, panting loudly.

Taehyung is panting as well and looks absolutely wrecked. He probably doesn’t look any better.

“Fuck.”

“Hyung,” says Taehyung in a deep voice, pupils blown wide.

Yoongi takes a deep breath to steady himself and smells his own sweet citrus scent. It’s stronger than usual. “Fuck, Taehyung, can you...” he can’t finish the sentence.

Taehyung seems to know what he’s asking anyway, “yes hyung. You smell amazing.” He breathes.

“Fuck!” he says, panicked. He can’t go back to the conference room smelling like slick, oh god! “Do I just smell good, or can you smell…”

“I can smell your slick hyung,” Taehyung says lowly, voice cracking, licking his lips.

“Fuck.” He says again, then glares at Taehyung. “This is your fault!”

Taehyung smirks, “I’d say I’m sorry but I’m not. Not even a little bit. And you kissed me first!”

“You’re the one who came to my work in the middle of a meeting!”

“I didn’t mean to! Everyone who works here is really weird. They kept yelling at me that I was late for something.”

Yoongi buries his face in his hands, “they thought you were a trainee, Taehyung.”

“I have no idea why, I’m like, 25!” he says, sounding offended.

Yoongi waves a hand up and down Taehyung’s form, “yea, but you look like that.”

He grins, “you think I look good hyung?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “obviously. But now I have to go back into that office with my two bosses and co-worker, and I smell like…”

“You had a good time?” Taehyung finishes, wiggling his eyebrows. Yoongi glares at him. “Don’t worry hyung, they won’t be surprised, they watched the whole thing through the glass.”

All the colour drains from his face as he turns around and finds his three colleagues craning their necks to get a look at them through the glass wall. At seeing Yoongi watching, they all immediately look away and swivel their chairs back around the conference table.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi breathes. Luckily, he’s close with his bosses and co-worker so he won’t be fired for public indecency, but he will definitely never hear the end of it from those three.

“If you want,” Taehyung suggests, “I can scent you. If I do it with more aggressive pheromones, it will probably drown out the slick smell.”

Yoongi looks up at the stunning alpha he just made out with in the middle of a hallway and says, “fuck it. Do it.”

Taehyung smiles brightly as he pulls Yoongi towards him again and rubs his face into his neck. Yoongi returns the gesture and rubs his cheek into Taehyung’s scent gland. If Taehyung gets to leave his scent on Yoongi, he is going to have to leave this building smelling like him too. His omega is very smug about this.

Taehyung presses a little kiss to Yoongi’s scent gland before pulling away. “I’ll see you tonight at seven hyung.” He looks up at him through his eyelashes shyly, as though he hadn’t just aggressively made out with him. “I know where you’re staying, I can pick you up at your room.”

Yoongi nods and lifts the, now slightly crinkled, flower. Taehyung chuckles, and touches the stem causing the flower to jolt back to life again, in full bloom. “Thanks for the flower Taehyung, I’ll see you tonight,” he says weakly, still processing the events of the last five minutes. He’s so fucked.

When he arrives back in his office and sits down in his chair as casually as possible, the other three are staring at him.

“Sooo…” says Do Hyeong with a massive smirk on his face.

“Not. A. Word.”

-

1 week earlier

Group Chat: Tae’s first crush

Jimin : Hello again soldiers

Siwoo: u got an update on the Taegi front?

Namjoon: Taegi??

Siwoo: Their ship name Joon, keep up

Jimin: Yoongi agreed to go on a date

Hobi: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Siwoo: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hayoon: OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!?

Jimin: Yoongi visited Tae Tae at the flower shop

Idk what went down but he was scented by Tae OBNOXIOUSLY when he came to meet me

Jungkook: can confirm.

I thought it was Tae hyung walking throo the door

Siwoo : OMGGGG

Hayoon: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hobi: Why were u meeting Yoongi?

Jimin: we wer cuddlin

U know like packmates do???

Hobi: fuck u

Hayoon: u have a pack with yoongi????????????

How did I not know this???

Siwoo: Jimin wtf y u hiding these deets!!

Jiho: I thought it was Jungkook that was supposed to get close to yoongi

Jimin: I’m close with him cus hes my friend!! Not to try to set him up with Tae Tae!!!

Hes so cute and sweet.

A baby.

Im still gonna eat him one day tho

Hobi: Yoongi??? Sweet???

Damn I need to see this

Jimin: too bad ur not in a pack with him huh?

Hobi: again, fuck u

I will steal him from u

Jimin: FVCKING TRY ME

Namjoon: so does this mean this group chat is done

We can disband? Tae’s got a date now

Jin: honestly happened faster than I expected

Hobi: maybe Tae’s got the moves

Jimin: NOOOO definitely not!

Yoongis just a sweet guy

Tae is a total dork around him lmaoooo

And NO OUR WORK IS NOT DONE

I have an idea

For a good first date

Tae needs help with this

I told him to plan something simple

But I found him searching up tickets to paris this morning

Hobi: OMG

Jin: LMAOOOO

Jimin: and how much a skywriter costs

Namjoon: okay, yea, he may need help

What do u suggest jimin?

Jiho: wtf if they cant even plan a date together why bother?

Jimin: TAE IS A NERVOUS BEAN! ITS HIS FIRST TIME HE NEEDS HELP!

Jungkook: im in jimin, what do u need

Jimin: u

Jungkook: u already have me ;)

Jin: LAST WARNING

Jimin: to those who weren’t invited, yoongi is going to seoul this weekend for some big conference at BigHit

Me and Hobi were invited, we r going to meet with some choreographers from the dance program

And Jin is going to meet with some executives from BigHit

Hayoon: wtf!? Why werent we invited?

Siwoo: yea, we dance for JinHit too!!!! Wtf

Hobi: guess yoongi doesn’t like u as much as he likes us

Jiho: sexist

Jin: Jimin and I did him a favour, and hes returning it by giving us this opportunity

Don’t overthink it

Siwoo: but why hobi?

Hobi: BECAUSE HE LOVES ME!

Jimin: ANYWAYYYYYYY

I’m formally inviting Jungkookie

We r gonna have a date weekend in the big city <3

Jungkook: its gonna be so romantic!!!!

Jimin: looking forward to it babe ;)

Jungkook: u know which panties to bring ;)

Jin removed Jungkook from the group

Jimin added Jungkook to the group

Jimin: Rude.

Anyway, they agreed to have their date after Yoongi got back from Seoul but …

What if Tae Tae surprised him by showing up in Seoul and having their first date in the big city!!!

Yoongi can show him all his favourite places and feel a little more in control of the date

It might make him more comfortable

Siwoo: awwww that sounds so cute!

Jin: Joonie u shuld come too!

Namjoon: Why??

Jin: it would be a nice weekend in the city!

Namjoon: I hate the city

Jin: :( we culd hang out while all the other losers r going on dates

Hobi: lol

Namjoon: sorry jin hyung I don’t like the city

U don’t need me there, im not a dancer

Jin: but who will I hang out with in the evening? :((((

Namjoon: Hobi.

Hobi: he has u there

Jin: hobis gross.

Namjoon: but ur in a pack?

Jin: u know what fine.

How r we gonna smuggle Tae into Seoul with us

I vote the trunk.

Jiho: I second that

Jimin: okay, NO

No one is going into the trunk.

Jungkook: especially not if we’re taking hobi hyungs prius

There will be no room

Jimin: Jin hyung, I would like u to sacrifice ur car in the name of love

Jin: No way in hell is Tae driving my car

Jimin: Plssssssssssssssssssss

Jin: let him drive urs

Jimin: lol no way

Namjoon: guys, hes not that bad of a driver

Jiho: let him drive ur car then

Namjoon: hell no.

Jimin: Jin hyung plsss

Ill stop sending pics of my ass to the group chat if u do

Jin: ….

Fine.

Jimin: YAYYY!

Okay, now we need someone to figure out Yoongis schedule so we can find a time to smuggle tae tae into BigHit

Hobi: why are we smuggling him in??

Jimin: so he can leave a handwritten letter on his desk with a location and time of when to meet him

Itll be super romantic trust me

Jin: it wont be if Taes writing the letter

Hobi: lmaoooooo

‘dear bedroom eyes: I won first place at the county fair pie eating contest and I know 800 disgusting euphemisms for the word penis. pls let me luv u’

Jungkook: LMAO

Jimin: JOONIE HYUNG WILL HELP HIM WRITE IT!

Jin: lol y would u want joonie to help him write it?

Jimin: bc hes literally a poet who writes love poems?????

Jin: in theory yea

In reality, hes hopeless at expressing himself

Namjoon: Hey!

I can write a romantic letter thank u very much

Im just not great with the spoken word

Hobi: lollll

Jimin: Okay! So do we all know our roles?

Siwoo: No.

Jimin: u don’t have one lol

Hayoon: this sucks

Jimin: srry take it up with Yoongi.

Jin- ur gonna give Tae ur car

Joonie- ur gonna help Tae write the letter

Hobi, Jimin, Jin and or Jungkook- we r gonna find out Yoongi’s meeting schedule to figure out when Tae can get to his office and what time he can schedule the date for

Jimin- I will give Tae all the administrative details like what hotel we r staying in so he can book his trip accordingly

Got it?

Jungkook: Got it!

Jiho: what if Tae disagrees to this

Jin: literally in what world would Tae disagree

He will eat this shit up

Jimin: GOT ITTTTT???

Jin: unfortunately. :/

I swear to god Jimin if my car doesnt come back in one piece

Namjoon: I’m happy to help!

Hobi: Got it! :D

Chapter Text

How Jimin knows his size is just another one of life’s great mysteries.

After finishing a long day of meetings, Yoongi is now back in his hotel room staring at the outfit Jimin arranged for him in the mirror.

He showered when he got back to his room and even styled his hair to the best of his abilities. He needs to bleach his roots again, but other than that he thinks he looks half presentable.

Jimin chose tight ripped jeans again and a leather jacket over a low v-neck white shirt that he only agreed to wear after a considerable amount of blackmail on Jimin’s part.

As Yoongi stares at himself in the mirror, the reality of the situation washes over him. He is about to go on a real date with the Greek God Kim Taehyung. Fuck. Shit. Min, I’ve never actually been on a real first date before Yoongi, is about to have his first one at the pathetic age of 27 with the most handsome man to ever grace the earth, and he’s deciding where to go. Holy shit.

He leans against the side table for support and feels the butterflies in his stomach. His hands are actually shaking. Oh god, he is so lame, pull yourself together Yoongi. You are going on a date with the biggest dork ever, he’ll be happy with anything.

He hears a knock on his hotel door, and takes a deep, shaky breath. Don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up, don’t screw this up. Straightening and smoothing down his hair, he opens the door.

It takes him 0.01 seconds to realize that Jimin also dressed Taehyung, because he is dressed like his literal wet dream, and how Jimin knows what that is, is another great mystery. He is wearing tight black pants with that fucking thigh garter again (fuck you very much Park Jimin), and a flowy button up shirt that has the top three buttons unbuttoned, revealing chest and collarbones. He is also wearing multiple bracelets on each wrist and sparkly rings on almost every finger accentuating his long slender hands, and Yoongi decides on the spot to stop associating with Jimin.

He eventually realizes that they have just been staring at each other for a solid two minutes. He clears his throat awkwardly, the butterflies still throwing a house party in his stomach. “Park Jimin got to you too eh?” he says by way of greeting, actively avoiding eye contact with those breathtaking coal lined eyes (again, fuck Park Jimin).

Taehyung blinks as though coming out of a trance and grins at him sheepishly. “He literally bought me a whole new wardrobe before I was allowed to come here.”

Yoongi shakes his head and gives him a shy smile. “You look good.” He can’t help but glance down at his sinfully beautiful hands again. Fuck.

Taehyung seems to notice. “You like the rings?” he asks, raising his hand and twiddling his fingers.

Yoongi’s brain short circuits. Damn Taehyung for making him realize he has a raging hand fetish. “Uhh … maybe?”

He grins mischievously, “what about the bracelets? I have so many of these at home, I just don’t normally wear them. But if you like them …”

Yoongi looks at the multitude of bracelets perfectly framing his elegant hands, like crowns atop them. “Uhh … maybe?”

He giggles, “I’m pretty sure Jiminie thinks you have a hand fetish … I agree with him.” He quirks an eyebrow, looking a bit smug.

Nervous, hand distracted Yoongi has no comeback for that. “It’s a new discovery for me.”

Taehyung laughs, “how are you doing with that discovery?”

“I’ve accepted and embraced it,” he answers seriously, pushing his nerves aside to take one of Taehyung’s beautiful hands in his own.

Taehyung gives him a breathtaking smile and interlaces his fingers with Yoongi’s. He can feel the rings in between his fingers, and for some reason, it’s really hot. He may have a problem. “You look really good too hyung. Jiminie knows of my thigh fetish as well, so …”

Yoongi looks up at him with interest. His own jeans are so ripped that most of his thighs are actually hanging out of them. “You have a thigh fetish?”

He blushes slightly. “I mean, this is a bit of a new discovery for me too.”

Yoongi grins and looks down at his legs. “My thighs are so skinny though.”

“I know,” says Taehyung immediately, swallowing dryly. “Apparently that’s my thing.”

Yoongi smiles to himself, feeling some of the nerves ease up. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Taehyung clears his throat, “so where are we going hyung?” he asks, changing the subject and leading him down the hallway towards the elevators.

Aaand, the nerves come right back with a vengeance. “Uh, well, I don’t have anything special…”

“Anything with you is special hyung,” says Taehyung genuinely.

He flushes, “Well, like, you asked for me to take you to my old stomping grounds, but I don’t really have any? I just worked or went to school then went home. The only place I ever went to regularly was a little café to get coffee. So … I don’t know, they have ice cream there too…” he rambles off, face bright red.

“Ice cream sounds amazing hyung!” says Taehyung enthusiastically as they exit the lobby.

As soon as they enter the busy Seoul street Yoongi pulls his hand away from his.

Taehyung gives him a funny look. “Sorry,” he says quickly, looking around at all the people. “I just … I don’t know, I don’t like…”

“PDA?” Taehyung finishes for him.

“People staring? I don’t know, I’m private, I just get uncomfortable,” he finishes awkwardly, feeling bad for the very tactile Taehyung.

Taehyung rubs his back gently, “That’s okay, it’s no problem at all. I don’t have to hold your hand to walk with you, love.”

Taehyung then retracts his hand, and they walk side by side, close, but not touching. He lets out a breath.

Taehyung asks him about different landmarks and buildings as they pass them, and he answers him as best he can, trying to get the nerves to go away, but the thought oh my god, this is a date keeps running through his head and making him nervous all over again causing him to stumble over his words. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind; he just gives him a cute little smile every time he stumbles and patiently waits for him to get his shit together.

It only takes about ten minutes for them to arrive outside the little café. As Yoongi comes to a stop in front of it, Taehyung looks through the windows excitedly. “Ooh, it looks so cute! Do they know you here? Is it like Cheers? Is this where everybody knows your name?”

Yoongi grimaces, “no Taehyung.”

“Are they always glad you came?”

“It’s not like that here. This city is so big, they see so many people a day, they don’t know me.” He takes Taehyung’s wrist and guides him inside the café. It’s pretty empty at this hour, with only a few couples eating ice cream at tables in the back.

At their entrance, the omega barista looks up from the counter and smiles at Yoongi in recognition. “Okaaay … so maybe one person knows me.”

Taehyung giggles and starts singing, ‘where everybody knows your name’ under his breath as they make their way to the counter.

“Hiya Yoongi,” says the barista as they approach. “I haven’t seen ya in a while. Did you find a new establishment to get your caffeine fix?”

“No, just moved,” he says awkwardly, demonstrating his stellar small talking skills.

“Hi! I’m Taehyung!” Taehyung says cheerfully next to Yoongi. “It’s my first time here!”

The barista giggles at him. “I see. I hope you enjoy your first time.” She moves her eyes back to Yoongi and raises her eyebrows at him, “are you with Yoongi?”

“Yes, we’re on a date!” Taehyung says happily.

Yoongi face palms as the barista laughs happily. “Wow Yoongi, nice pull.”

He looks up at Taehyung with a pained expression, “do you have to announce it?”

“Why would I hide it?” he asks with confusion before turning back to the barista, “it’s our first one.”

“Oh my god,” Yoongi groans.

The barista laughs at Yoongi and holds her hand over her heart, “and you brought him here Yoongi? I’m touched.”

“This is my first time in Seoul,” Taehyung continues happily, seemingly oblivious to Yoongi’s mortification.

“Really?” the barista and Yoongi ask at the same time. Shit, if he’d known he’d never been to Seoul he would have chosen more touristy activities.

“Yep,” says Taehyung brightly. “Yoongi’s my tour guide for tonight.”

The barista grins, “I bet Yoongi makes an interesting tour guide.”

“We’re here for ice cream,” He says quickly, trying to find a quick exit out of this whole conversation.

The barista takes mercy on him and leads them over to where the different ice cream flavours are displayed. “Choose your poison gentlemen.”

Yoongi chooses matcha flavour and Taehyung chooses cotton candy (causing the barista to giggle at him). When she artfully sculpts the scoops into what look like the tops of roses Taehyung gasps. He looks at Yoongi meaningfully as though he had any fucking idea that they made the scoops look like roses.

“This is beautiful,” Taehyung says as he takes his ice cream delicately into his hands. “I own a flower shop you know.”

“Do you?” she asks with interest, grinning at Yoongi.

“Yes, that’s where I first met Yoongi hyung. When he walked into my shop, I had a hard time telling him apart from the flowers.” He gives Yoongi a cheesy grin.

He buries his face in his hands while the barista laughs. “Please let me third wheel on your date,” she begs.

“No, we’re leaving,” says Yoongi quickly, tossing the money for the ice creams on the counter and pulling Taehyung by the sleeve towards a secluded table in the corner.

“It was nice meeting you!” Taehyung yells back to the barista while being dragged to the table.

“You too!” she calls back. “Take good care of Yoongi!”

“Don’t worry, I will!”

Taehyung sits down in his chair, and Yoongi takes the seat opposite to him. “This place is lovely hyung. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Yoongi nods staring down at his ice cream, flustered from the whole encounter.

“Did I embarrass you hyung?” Taehyung asks around a mouthful of ice cream.

Yoongi shakes his head, “No. I mean, yes, but. Sorry, I’m just not good at this kind of thing.” He is still staring determinedly down at his ice cream that is now beginning to melt.

“What kind of thing?”

“Like, dating? I don’t know,” he mumbles, face going red.

Taehyung coos at him, “aw hyung, don’t be shy. It’s going so well.”

“It is?” Yoongi asks, looking up.

Taehyung giggles, “I would say so.” He tilts his head at him. “But you seem nervous hyung.”

Yoongi flushes again, sure his face is as red as a tomato by now. “Sorry, I’ve never actually been on a real first date before,” he admits, mildly mortified that he just did so, “I don’t wanna mess up.”

“Oh hyung,” he leans forward and places a hand delicately on Yoongi’s cheek. “Don’t worry about messing up, you’re perfect.” Yoongi leans into Taehyung’s hand, feeling his warmth and breathing in his intoxicating scent. “It’s my first real first date too.”

Yoongi finally makes eye contact with Taehyung and sees the fond expression he is giving him. “Really?”

He nods.

“Oh my god, we’re so lame,” Yoongi groans, taking a big bite of his ice cream. “We’re 25- and 27-years old and we’ve never been on a real first date.”

Taehyung smiles, “that just makes it even more special. I’m glad you’re my first hyung.”

“Stop.”

Taehyung laughs and they fall into a contented silence as they eat their ice cream. A bit of Yoongi’s nerves dissipate.

Taehyung keeps the conversation flowing easily, asking him about his work and his songs. Yoongi finds himself talking more than he has in his entire life, finally being able to discuss the more intricate details of song writing with a very attentive and captivated audience.

It’s so easy with Taehyung now that his nerves have settled. He easily keeps up with his scatter-brained thought process, and keeps firing off questions, causing Yoongi to talk more and more animatedly as he lets his passion for music finally shine through.

Before either of them realizes it, the sun is setting in earnest. “Shit!” says Yoongi, getting up from his chair quickly. “I didn’t realize how late it was getting. We should go before it gets dark.”

“Why?” asks Taehyung excitedly, following Yoongi’s lead and getting up from the table. “Where are we going?”

Yoongi scratches the back of his head, “Uh, well, there’s this market in Banpo that I thought you might like. I dunno if you’ve heard of it…”

“You mean the Banpo romantic moonlit market,” the barista supplies helpfully from behind them where she is cleaning off a table. She winks at Yoongi. He’s never coming here again.

“You’re taking me to a romantic market?” Taehyung asks, sounding mystified, eyes wide.

“It’s just a moonlit market,” Yoongi corrects hastily, his face going red for what must be the hundredth time tonight.

“Nope,” says the barista cheerfully. “It’s definitely called the romantic moonlit market.”

“Okay we’re leaving,” Yoongi announces, grabbing Taehyung by the arm and directing him out of the café.

“Oh hyung!” Taehyung says happily, “I’m so ready.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” he grumbles, guiding Taehyung through the busy darkening street.

“Too late. They’re up.”

“It’s going to suck. It’s like, what everyone does on a date in Seoul.”

“Nothing with you is going to suck hyung.” Taehyung disagrees, laughing happily. He ruffles his hair, “you’re so cute. Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re taking me to a romantic market. This is like, something out of a movie.” He gushes.

“It’s a market that’s open for half the year. It’s not that special,” Yoongi objects, face bright red.

“Everything with you is special,” Taehyung disagrees, wrapping an arm happily around Yoongi’s shoulders. He lets him, the encroaching darkness shielding them from curious onlookers. “What makes it even more special is that you chose it. You. Mister, I’m too cool for touchy feely stuff and I pretend to hate cuddling Yoongi hyung.”

He glares at him as best he can, but it just makes Taehyung smile wider and laugh happily.

Taehyung gasps audibly and oohs and aahs at all the lights and people as soon as they arrive at the market. Despite going to the Han river being one of the most cliché, stereotypical date ideas in Seoul, to Taehyung, this was all brand new. The streets are packed with people, most of them couples, holding hands while they walked as slowly as possible and blocked all traffic behind them.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi complains in a whisper as he’s stuck behind a particularly insufferable beta couple. “If you’re going to walk that slowly, don’t take up the entire fucking sidewalk. Seriously!”

Taehyung laughs behind him and tugs on his arm to slow him down and walk beside him. “Relax hyung, we have all the time in the world. We can be that annoying couple that blocks the sidewalk too you know?” He raises an eyebrow at him playfully.

Yoongi sighs and looks around at all the couples doing nauseatingly coupley things, and grabs Taehyung’s hand and intertwines it with his own. Fuck it, there are so many people here being obnoxiously in love that no one would look twice at his hand in Taehyung’s.

Taehyung beams at him as he feels Yoongi’s hand interlace with his own. “That’s the spirit of the romance market hyung!” he encourages, pulling Yoongi happily towards the art tents.

Yoongi lets himself be dragged along, totally endeared by the alpha as he exclaims excitedly at all the hand made arts and crafts on display.

Taehyung stops at every single tent and chats with the owner, even the tent that sells hand knit dog sweaters, despite the fact that neither of them have a dog.

“Hyung, look at this one! It has little roses on it!” Taehyung says excitedly, pulling Yoongi towards a tiny little dog sweater. “That must have been so hard to make!” He says to the owner of the stall.

The owner is a young omega, and she flushes prettily at Taehyung’s compliment. Yoongi holds his hand a little tighter. He’s not feeling possessive. Nope. Not even a little bit. “Thank you! It was the trickiest one I made.”

Taehyung looks at Yoongi with wide eyes, “It was the trickiest one hyung. We have to buy it.”

“What?” Yoongi laughs, “Taehyungie, neither of us have a dog.”

“We need to buy this, then a dog to fit into this.” Taehyung says determinedly, pulling out his wallet. “It has roses on it hyung, it’s a sign.”

“A sign?” Yoongi asks, bemused, as Taehyung hands the money over to the omega.

“Roses are our thing now hyung.” Taehyung clarifies, gently setting the dog sweater into one of his bags. He has four different bags at this point all filled with useless knickknacks that he picked up at the other tents. Taehyung is a business man’s wet dream, unable to say no to any sales pitch. He even got talked into buying fertilizer. Fertilizer, as a plant mage.

“Our thing?” Yoongi asks as Taehyung thanks the omega and pulls him along to the next stall that sells bracelets.

“Yep, it’s our flower now.” He looks at Yoongi’s confused expression with wide eyes, “hyung, I first met you in a flower shop, and the roses immediately took to you and started teasing me about the pretty omega. Then, my roses wouldn’t shut up about you and literally ask me everyday when you’ll come back. I came here and gave you one of the roses that is the most infatuated with you, then you took me out for rose shaped ice cream, and now I see a dog sweater with roses on it? This is no coincidence hyung, it’s a sign. We need a dog.”

Yoongi was following along until the last sentence. “Wait what?” he laughs, “how did you get from roses are our flower to we need a dog?”

“It has to be a small one though, to fit in the sweater,” Taehyung continues thoughtfully as he starts picking out black beaded bracelets. “What are your thoughts on Pomeranians hyung?”

After half an hour, Yoongi has to physically drag Taehyung away from the art tents. He is now six bags deep in useless stuff since no amount of reasoning on Yoongi’s part could talk him out of his ridiculous impulse buying.

“I’m only gonna be here once hyung,” Taehyung argued as he bought an abstract painting of a sunflower for some fucking reason. “I want to have things to remember it by and support local artists.”

“Supporting local artists is one thing, but you don’t have to support every local artist. And you already have six bags of mementos!”

After Taehyung has been successfully extricated from the tents, they start perusing the food trucks for a good place to eat, but Taehyung keeps getting sidetracked by dogs.

The third time this happens, it’s two young omegas with a chihuahua. “Oh my goodness!” he gushes, rushing over to the little dog, “he’s so cute! What’s his name?”

The two women flush and giggle prettily behind their hands at Taehyung. “His name is Mickey,” one tells him.

Taehyung crouches down to pet the dog, “like Mickey Mouse? That’s so cute!”

One of the girls crouches down with Taehyung and sticks her hand out, “Yes, just like Mickey Mouse. I’m Jooyoung.”

“Taehyung,” he says, shaking her hand, while still petting the dog with the other. “I love your dog.”

“Thank you,” she says, flipping the hair out of her eyes, “how has your night been?”

“Amazing!” Says Taehyung happily, giving Mickey a belly rub. “I think this has been the best night of my life. I don’t remember ever being this happy.”

Yoongi flushes as the omega grins at Taehyung, “why are you so happy?” she asks, looking up at him coyly between her lashes.

Aaand that’s just about enough. The obvious flirting is not sitting well with his omega, and he can already smell the possessive pheromones he is giving off, unbidden.

He steps forward towards Taehyung and sets his hand on his head, “Taehyungie, lets go, I know what I want to eat now,” he says a little more forcefully than he intended.

Both Taehyung and the omega girl Jooyoung look up at him in surprise. Taehyung’s nostrils flare and his mouth opens into a little ‘o’.

He gives the dog one last pat before standing up and throwing his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, burying his face in his neck and breathing in. “Oh my god,” he whispers into his neck, “you smell amazing when you’re jealous.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yoongi denies, red in the face as he leads Taehyung away from the two girls, feeling absolutely mortified. He really needs to learn how to control his omega around Taehyung, “I’m not jealous.”

“It’s so cute hyung. I’m so flattered,” Taehyung says, raising his head from Yoongi’s shoulder with a little blush on his cheeks.

“It’s my omega,” Yoongi continues to deny as he gets in line for the food truck he picked out.

“The pheromones are your omega, pulling me away was you,” Taehyung wraps his arm around his waist. “I wasn’t flirting.”

“I know.”

“I was just there for the dog. We’re on a date hyung, the only person I wanna flirt with is you.”

“I know,” Yoongi repeats, leaning into Taehyung, still feeling embarrassed. “She was flirting. It’s just … can we drop it?” he begs.

Taehyung nods and squeezes his side, “of course. I’m going to remember that smell for the rest of my life though.”

Yoongi groans and Taehyung gives a little kiss to the top of his head, making his face go red all over again.

After grabbing their food, they find an empty bench facing the bridge and river. In front of them are a bunch of couples on picnic blankets having romantic candle lit dinners. It is honestly nauseating to watch.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind however, he keeps looking around with wide eyes after each bite, seemingly trying to memorize his surroundings.

When the clock strikes 9:30 pm, the rainbow fountain on Banpo bridge suddenly starts, water lit up in all the colours of the rainbow cascading in elegant arcs into the river. Taehyung gasps.

Yoongi looks over at his awe-struck expression and grins, “why did you think everyone was sitting here facing the bridge?”

“I just thought we were looking at the pretty river!” Taehyung exclaims, pulling his phone out and snapping a video. “It’s so beautiful hyung, oh my god.”

Yoongi’s smile turns a bit smug. “You like it?”

Taehyung finishes his video and turns to him, eyes shining. “I love everything about this night hyung. It’s been perfect.”

Yoongi flushes and ducks his head. “I think there will be fireworks on the other side of the river after this.” He mumbles.

“You need to be the one planning every one of our dates after this hyung,” Taehyung declares, gently sliding his hand under one of Yoongi’s thighs and lifting it over his own like he had that first night at the bar.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows but allows himself to lean into Taehyung’s warmth. There are so many couples around that they blend right in. “Dates after this? You’re so confident that there will be dates after this?” he teases, bumping his shoulder.

“Oh, I can smell you hyung. You really want there to be dates after this,” he says back.

“Yah!” he swats him on the arm as Taehyung laughs. “When did you get so confident?”

“I think I got a hell of a confidence boost when you got jealous that another omega was talking to me.”

“She was flirting!” Yoongi protests loudly going red in the face.

 “Extremely mild flirting,”

“She was one second away from ripping your clothes off.” He deadpans, although he’s unable to keep the small smile off his face.

Taehyung barks out a laugh, taking Yoongi’s hand in his and interlacing their fingers. “I’m lucky you were there then.”

“I think I should get more of a thank you for saving your life.”

“My life? I thought she was just going to rip off my clothes.”

“Your dignity.”

“Oh, I look very good naked. I would have no problem keeping my dignity intact.”

Yoongi groans and rests his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. The man is going to kill him before the end of the night.

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung asks him after a minute, running his free hand through Yoongi’s hair and making him melt into a puddle. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Yea, we’re on a date. I would say now’s the time to do it,” he lifts his head and looks at the beautiful alpha in front of him. He looks a little nervous.

“Okay, well. You said, before, that this was your first real first date.” He bites his lip, pausing as Yoongi dreads the second half of this sentence. “I was just wondering about that.”

“Are you asking me about my dating history Taehyung?”

“I guess I am.” He looks back and forth between Yoongi’s eyes before adding quickly, “I can go first, if you’d like.”

Yoongi nods, “okay.”

Taehyung shifts them into a more comfortable position so that Yoongi is almost in his lap, (he’s definitely not complaining) before blowing out a breath. “Okay. So, my first girlfriend, kind of, was when I was seventeen.”

“Why kind of?” Yoongi asks, actually a little surprised that Taehyung has much of a dating history. Based on what everyone else had said about Taehyung, it had sounded like he didn’t really date at all.

“It was … complicated.” He grimaces. “She was one of my closest friends before I presented. Then after … things just got weird. I still wanted her to be my friend, I hadn’t changed you know? But she saw me differently. She confessed to me, and I’m really bad at saying no to a confession, so I agreed to go out with her.”

“But no first date?”

“No, we just kind of hung out like we usually did, but with kissing.” He shrugs.

“I see.”

“She’s mated and married now,” Taehyung adds, a small smile on his face.

“For fuck sakes, I’m not jealous of your girlfriend at seventeen!” he protests, pushing at the alpha’s chest.

Taehyung grins, “just checking. Wouldn’t want to upset your omega again.”

“I will end this date early.”

Taehyung laughs and pulls him tighter against him. “No, stay with me hyung. I haven’t even gotten into my sexual history yet.”

Yoongi sputters in Taehyung’s hold, “jesus, I thought we were just doing dating history!”

Taehyung squeezes him tighter, and presses his face into Yoongi’s neck, causing a shiver to run through him. Damn Taehyung, he’s gotten Yoongi, who complained about PDA at the beginning of the date, to cuddle with him on a bench in the middle of Seoul and be happy while doing it. “but I want you to know hyung.”

“Fine. But no details.”

Taehyung gives his scent gland a little kiss and Yoongi shivers in his hold. “Of course. The first girlfriend I had I didn’t have sex with anyway. We only lasted maybe five, six months at the most, before things got too weird for me. She was my friend, I couldn’t see her the way she wanted me to so I broke it off. But I lost my friend doing it.” He lifts his head and looks at Yoongi sadly.

“I’m sorry Taehyungie,” Yoongi tells him soothingly, leaning forward to give him a soft little peck on the lips.

Taehyung’s pout immediately turns into a shy smile. “Thank you hyung. Uh, just for future reference; you can totally do that whenever you want.”

He grins, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good, good.”

“Are there more girlfriends I should be worried about?” Yoongi prompts, keeping them on topic.

“I’ve only dated one other person, also in high school. I attended graduation with her. She’s also the person that I slept with.”

“I see.”

Taehyung pulls Yoongi a little closer and rubs his face into his neck, scenting him almost absentmindedly. “She also confessed to me, and as I said before, I really had a hard time saying no to that. But she wasn’t my friend first, so it was less weird. I broke it off with her shortly after we graduated.”

“Why’d you break it off.”

“Kinda the same reason I broke it off with my first girlfriend. I didn’t feel it, you know? It wasn’t there. The butterflies…” He looks up at Yoongi, eyes sparkling, “the heart stopping whenever you see them, look at them.”

Yoongi feels himself go red and looks down, feeling the exact butterflies Taehyung is describing. “That goes away after a while,” he mumbles, trying not to show how affected he is by Taehyung’s words.

“But with me and Ara, that was her name, I never had that. I never felt that. And you’re wrong, my parents still feel it, that excitement just to be with each other,” he lifts up Yoongi’s head with a finger under his chin, and leans in slowly to give him a deep, wet kiss.

Yoongi’s heart picks up its pace as he feels the alpha around him and tastes him on his tongue. God, he is such a good kisser. The rest of the world around him falls away, and all that remains is Taehyung, the feel of his lips, and the scent of freshly fallen leaves.

Taehyung pulls away slowly, eyes heavy-lidded, “do you feel butterflies love?”

Yoongi nods, still feeling his heartbeat in his ears. “Never tell Jimin.”

Taehyung throws his head back and laughs that deep husky sound that’s not helping Yoongi’s racing heart one bit. “It’ll be our secret, hyung.”

Taehyung settles back down after a moment and picks up Yoongi’s hand again and starts tracing his veins. “Anyway, I was telling you about my sexual history. I slept with Ara for the first time at graduation, then once again after we’d broken up during a particularly bad rut.” He makes a face. “That was a mistake. My alpha is a horny son of a bitch in rut and he’s a liar. He’ll tell you anything you want to hear to get into your pants.” Yoongi raises his eyebrows.  “It made afterwards really fucking awkward. Apparently, I’d made her promises that I had no intention of keeping, and it just made everything really … messy. She hasn’t spoken to me since.”

“How long ago was that?” he asks, trying to sound casual and not like he was happy to hear about the bad ending to that relationship.

“My rut?” he nods. “It was … four years ago now?”

“Have you been with anyone since then?”

“No. I just had the two girlfriends, and only slept with the one. So that’s my sexual history hyung … if you don’t count my right hand.” Yoongi chokes, “which, honestly, you should.”

“You really haven’t had sex in four years?” he asks surprised. Taehyung shakes his head, “But you’re so hot,” he waves a hand at him, “you definitely could have.”

“But I didn’t want to.” He says easily, “I didn’t have anyone I wanted to have sex with … other than good ol’ righty.”

“Literally stop!” Yoongi yells, covering his ears.

Taehyung laughs. “Alright, your turn now hyung.” He wiggles his eyebrows at him, “you a leftie or a righty.”

“Taehyung, I’m not going to discuss which hand I use to masturbate with you.”

“But I told you!” he pouts at him, causing Yoongi to laugh.

“Which one do you want? Which hand I use or my sexual history?” Yoongi asks, giving him an ultimatum.

Taehyung sighs, “okay fine, give me the sexual history. I’ll figure out which hand eventually anyway.”

Yoongi chokes again and needs to take a minute to regain his composure. “Okay so … uh, my dating history is a bit … different. I didn’t date in high school. The first person I slept with was … oh shit, this is embarrassing,” he covers his face with his hands, realizing how revealing this conversation is going to be. His sexual preferences will be put right out there on the table. On the first date. Fuck.

“It’s okay hyung, I won’t judge you.” Taehyung soothes, rubbing his back.

“My first time was with an omega,” he blurts out harshly and Taehyung’s rubbing stops abruptly. Yoongi is looking right at him so he is able to see the moment his pupils dilate.  

“Oh,” Taehyung says, voice cracking.

“That did not just turn you on.” Yoongi deadpans.

“Umm … nope.” he says, avoiding eye contact, but Yoongi can smell him. He can smell the fallen leaves smell increasing in intensity. The pervert.

“You pervert.” He tells him.

Taehyung smiles sheepishly, “sorry hyung. Please keep going. You, uh, were with an omega?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but continues anyway, wanting to get it over with. “That was the part of my life where I still refused to accept that I was an omega. I wanted to be big and macho and prove that didn’t need an alpha. That I was the alpha. So … I convinced an omega girl to sleep with me …” he blushes, “uh … it wasn’t my thing.”

“No?” Taehyung prompts.

Yoongi shakes his head still red in the face and is hardly able to believe that he is actually telling Taehyung this. “I didn’t like it. I didn’t …”

“Finish?” Taehyung adds helpfully causing Yoongi to groan and drop his head onto Taehyung’s shoulder.

“So anyway, yea. After that I just had two other one night stands with alphas, and one kind of fuck buddy,” he cringes at the term, “for a few months and that’s it.”

“When were the one nights stands,” Taehyung prods.

Yoongi glares at him, “what, you want date and times?”

“I’ll take that, yea.”

Yoongi sighs, unbelievably embarrassed. “One was shortly after my unsuccessful night with the omega, and the other one is the most recent, so … three years ago.”

“Where’d you meet them?”

“Taehyung!” he protests.

“What? I gave you lots of details on the girls I was with!” He defends.

“Bars. Happy now? I met them in bars.”

“Were they both men?”

“Yes.”

“What about the fuck buddy?”

Yoongi cringes again at the name. “I met him in a bar too when I was twenty-one. I was sad and alone, so I stayed with him for a while. We went out together but never on official dates. Eventually, he broke off our arrangement because he was afraid that if I was with him for too long, I’d start getting attached.” He rolls his eyes. “The guy smelled like dryer lint, there was literally zero chance of that happening.”

Taehyung looks at him sadly, “hyung, you deserve better than that.”

Yoongi waves him off, “I knew what I was getting myself into.”

Taehyung is still frowning at him. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you go for one-night stands and not relationships?”

Yoongi looks away from Taehyung and towards the river. The couples are starting to pack up their picnics, it must be getting late. “You already know the answer to that Taehyungie. I hated that I was an omega. I hated that I liked to be with alphas. It made me feel so weak. I was hell bent on being an independent, I don’t need no alpha omega. I only slept with those alphas because I was particularly horny and lonely at the time. I hated myself after. Every time, because of how weak I felt. Even the guy I was with for a while, I didn’t like to be out with him in public. I didn’t want people to think that I was his omega.”

Taehyung pulls him closer. “Oh hyung.” He says sadly.

“Again, I’ve accepted who I am now. I’m not afraid to be seen with an alpha. Obviously,” he waves a hand at Taehyung and gives him a small smile. “But after I accepted who I was, I was so focused on school and work and making my way to the top. I had to work extra hard being an omega, so that’s what I’ve been focusing on.” He pauses and thinks. “Also, I really do dislike people in general, so you can’t really be that surprised that I don’t have an extensive dating history,” he adds on.

Taehyung gives a little chuckle and kisses him on the cheek, making him blush. “Oh, I know you hyung. I know you have a hard time letting people in. I’m not surprised your trust issues have kept you out of the dating scene,” he tells him honestly.

Yoongi sighs and leans further into Taehyung. Fuck him, he’s right. The biggest problem he’s had since becoming an omega really is trust. He doesn’t trust alphas. He’s met too many douchebags. “Trust issues is a good way of putting it.”

“Do you trust me hyung?” Taehyung asks softly, breath tickling his forehead.

Yoongi looks up into Taehyung’s beautiful dark eyes. This alpha is absolutely ruining him, and he’s happily letting it happen. What the fuck did he do to deserve this man’s attention? “Yes. So much.” He leans in and gives him the warmest kiss of the night.

-

They arrive back at the hotel hand in hand well past midnight. The hallways are empty, but Yoongi is still warily looking around every corner afraid Jimin or another one of his travel companions will jump out and embarrass them.

Fortunately, no one ambushes them, and they are able to make it back to Yoongi’s room in one piece. Yoongi feels his stomach twist as he stares at his door. He doesn’t want this night to end. He’s never genuinely enjoyed spending time in another person’s company this much.

He reluctantly releases Taehyung’s hand and turns to face him. The alpha is just as breathtaking as ever, his head bowed, looking up at Yoongi from beneath his lashes.

“I really enjoyed tonight,” Taehyung tells him a little awkwardly, a light blush on his cheeks.

“Yea, me too.” He looks at the ground and shuffles his feet. “We should do it again sometime,” he says, taking the plunge. Fuck, why did he have to say it first? While he’s pretty sure Taehyung feels the same way, he can’t help the flush that comes on his cheeks as the embarrassment courses through him.

“I’d like that,” Taehyung says quietly. Oh god, they are both so embarrassed and awkward. “We should do it, like, a lot.”

“Okay.”

“Like, a lot a lot.” Taehyung emphasizes.

Yoongi looks up and raises an eyebrow, “define a lot a lot?”

“Like…” Taehyung looks away shyly, “I don’t know, we should keep seeing each other, and like, say good morning and good night, and bring each other coffee, and flowers, and sit together while we work … and adopt a dog.”

Yoongi laughs, his cheeks bright red. “For the last time, we’re not getting a dog.”

“But hyung, we’ve already got the sweater! We’re halfway there!” He pouts.

Yoongi shakes his head, smile still on his face, “that’s literally not how that works.”

Taehyung leans forward and rests his forearm on Yoongi’s shoulder, “we’ll discuss it.”

“No.”

“Well, what about …” he trails off and looks up at Yoongi, face still flushed, looking shy. “What if you just…”

Yoongi waits, but Taehyung seems to be frozen, eyes roving over his face in silence. “Just…?” He prompts, feeling a little breathless.

“Just … um. Hold on.” He takes a deep breath, and reaches his other arm around Yoongi’s neck, holding him in a loose hug. “What if you just … I don’t know, like, dated me?” The butterflies in his chest come back with a vengeance. “Like, I mean,” Taehyung adds on hastily, “Actually, like real officially. Could you be… like I don’t know how people normally do this, or when, or if I’m doing it right-“

“What do you want Taehyung?” Yoongi asks him softly, cutting through his rambling.

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” Taehyung rushes out, entire face flaming.

Yoongi can’t maintain eye contact, and looks down at the ground in between them, his own face likely matching Taehyungs. Oh my god, this is actually happening. Min, terminally single Yoongi moves from Seoul and one month later he has the most beautiful alpha known to mankind flustered, asking him to be his boyfriend. Who did he save in his past life? Why did he want this so much? He never would have imagined that the idea of dating an alpha would leave him breathless and excited. He wants this. He wants Kim Taehyung goddammit, and he’s not ashamed to admit it anymore. “Okay,” he says quietly to his feet.

“Okay?” Taehyung asks, voice rising.

Yoongi forces himself to look up at the alpha who is gazing at him with wide eyes, mouth open. “Yea.”

“Oh my god!” Taehyung screams. He pulls Yoongi into a tight bear hug and starts jumping, jostling him around. “You’re my boyfriend, oh my god!”

“Shh” Yoongi says frantically, crushed against Taehyung and trying to hold back laughter. His chest feels so light. “The entire hotel doesn’t need to hear about it.”

“Oh my god, Min Yoongi!” He lifts Yoongi’s chin and smacks a big kiss onto his lips happily. “You’re mine?!”

“Shh!” he says again when Taehyung finally releases him from the kiss, “be quieter before you wake-“ Just then, the door next door opens. To Yoongi’s complete and utter horror, Jimin, in a very sheer bathrobe, pokes his head out into the hallway. “…the others,” he finishes defeatedly.

“Jimin!” Taehyung yells happily at his friend, letting go of Yoongi quickly.

“Tae Tae, I heard you screaming. Did Yoongi tickle you?” he steps out fully into the hallway. Dear god, the bathrobe doesn’t even reach halfway down his thighs! “Cus, like, that’s hot.”

“No!” Taehyung says happily, bouncing on his feet. “I have a boyfriend!”

Jimin looks between the two of them. “Min Yoongi hyung is your boyfriend!?” he screeches back.

Taehyung nods before they both launch at each other, meeting in the middle of the hallway into a tight hug that takes them both down. Taehyung is laying on top of Jimin with his head pressed into his shoulder while they hug tightly, limbs tangled around each other. “Can you believe it?!”

A second later, Jungkook steps out of the hotel room in nothing but a pair of boxers. Dear god. “I’m guessing you’re dating now?” he asks him quietly, smirk on his lips.

Yoongi gives him a brief glance and nods, then has to do a double take. Jesus, the kid is ripped.

“I’m so happy for you Tae Tae!” Jimin yells from under Taehyung.

“I’m so excited! I’m gonna write him poems, and buy him coffee, and hold his hand all the time! He likes that!” Taehyung gushes. Causing Yoongi to blush furiously.

“Uh Taehyung, this is the kind of thing you’re supposed to do when I’m not here,” he tells him, looking up and down the hallway, embarrassed.

“Congrats hyung,” Jungkook tells him quietly between giggles.

“I’m so glad he loves cuddling, cus I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of him!” Taehyung continues to gush.

“Taehyung!” Yoongi yells, mortified. “I’m literally right here!”

Taehyung finally looks back at him from his spot on the floor. His eyes are wet. “You’re my boyfriend now hyung, there’s no point in hiding anything from you. We’re gonna cuddle, and I’m excited about it.” He states, matter-of-factly.

Yoongi groans and buries his face in his hands. “No point in Tae Tae hiding how he feels hyung, you’re gonna be getting a lot of his,” Jimin chimes in happily. “And yes, Yoongi does love cuddling, doesn’t he?”

Taehyung sits up suddenly and wipes his eyes with the back of his sleeve, “I gotta call mom and dad!”

“No!” Yoongi shouts, while Jungkook laughs beside him, “let me leave first!” He feels around in his pockets, but his search comes up empty. “Where is my room key?”

Taehyung reaches into his pocket and grabs his phone with one hand and Yoongi’s room key with the other, “I took it while we were hugging so you wouldn’t try to run away from me so I could say a proper goodbye.” He unlocks his phone and hits call, “and don’t worry hyung, my parents will be so happy. They’ve been wanting to meet you, but you keep avoiding them!”

“Avoiding them?” he asks, thoroughly confused.

“Yea! You never answer the door when my mom knocks, she’s been trying to give you some homemade kimchi as a welcome gift since you arrived, and apparently, you won’t look their way when you are watering the flowers.”

Yoongi blinks. Totally lost. “Wait, what?”

“Tae hyung’s parents are your neighbours hyung,” Jungkook supplies helpfully, seeing the confusion on his face.

Yoongi blinks. What the fuck? “What the fuck?!”

“Jesus, are you really that oblivious hyung?” Jimin asks exasperatedly, rolling his eyes.

Taehyung is looking at him in confusion, “they live next door. You literally saw me walk there that night I helped you plant your flowers.”

Yoongi blinks again, remembering back, “It was dark, I didn’t see you walk anywhere! I thought you were going back to your house!” he says, panicking, the phone is still ringing in Taehyung’s hand. “Namjoon is my neighbour,” he says stupidly.

“Namjoon is your neighbour across the street,” Jungkook says slowly and calmly, like he’s talking to a child, “and Tae hyung’s parents live in the house beside you. You know, the green one?” Yes, Yoongi has noticed that there is a house next door, but no he has never looked over there. He always has headphones in when he’s watering, and never looks around. He also has headphones in when he’s working, so he could easily miss someone knocking on the door. But has he really been that oblivious?!

“I live on the other side of town hyung,” Taehyung continues, frowning, “my parents always wave at you over their hedge when you’re outside.” Yoongi just stares at Taehyung in shock. “Hyung, how did you think I knew halmeoni Bora so well?! I told you that she was like a grandmother to me! She would babysit me as a kid and bake us cookies … because she was right next door!”

“But you never said that!” Yoongi yells, panicking as the phone keeps ringing. Why the fuck are small towns so small?!

“I didn’t think I had to!” he yells back as the phone picks up. Oh god!

“Hello? Tae Tae? It’s late, is everything okay? How’d your date go?” A female voice says through the phone on speaker. Yoongi pales. Oh no, he is not going through this right now.

“It went great mom!” Taehyung tells her, watching Yoongi with amusement while he gestures frantically for him to give him the room key. “But I’ve just found out that Yoongi hyung’s a bit of an idiot.”

“Why’s that?”

“He hasn’t noticed you guys at all. Didn’t even know that you guys were his neighbour!” he tells them cheerfully while Yoongi bangs his head against his door. God save him!

There’s chuckling through the phone. “I kind of figured. That man is very focused when he’s watering.”

Kill him now. “But guess what?!” Taehyung says, excitement entering his voice again.

“What?”

“He’s my boyfriend now!” he yells again.

“Oh my goodness! I’m no happy for you two Tae Tae! Hold on, let me wake your father!”

Oh god no! Yoongi starts mouthing ‘give me the key’ to Taehyung in a panic, going over to him. Taehyung just giggles and dances out of his reach. The fucker.

“Oh Tae, I’m so happy for you!” A sleepy male voice says through the line. Yoongi’s going to die. “That man drives a very nice car, he’s a good choice.”

“He’s a good choice because of his car?” His mother questions him with a laugh.

“Oh yes, you can always tell a lot about a man by his car. But tell him to keep Namjoon away from it. I’ve seen that boy bump it on more than one occasion.”

“You can tell him yourself,” Taehyung answers mischievously. Yoongi blanches and starts furiously shaking his head. “Yoongi’s with me and he wants to say hi.” Yoongi shakes his head more viciously and flips him off. Taehyung grins, “he really wants to say hi.”

“Oh hi Yoongi dear!” Taehyung’s mother says through the phone, “I hope Tae’s treating you well.”

“Uh, hi,” Yoongi is forced to say as the phone is shoved into his face. Why was he so excited to date this man again? “I don’t know if he is. He’s kind of torturing me right now,” he says, glaring at Taehyung, who just giggles.

“Wow, he has a deep voice.” His father comments.

“Aw Tae Tae, you’re embarrassing him. It’s nice to talk to you though dear, don’t worry, we’re very happy for you and Tae. If you’d like I can embarrass him right back,” she says mischievously. “We’ve heard sooo much about you-“

Taehyung quickly turns the phone off speaker and brings it to his ear, “okay that’s enough!” he says loudly, blushing.

Yoongi grins, satisfied. He likes Taehyung’s mother.

Taehyung gushes at his parents over the phone for a few more minutes as Jimin approaches him and pulls him into a tight hug. “Congrats hyung,” he says in his ear.

“I hate this,” Yoongi groans as Jungkook joins them and makes it a group hug. “Let me die in embarrassment alone.”

“No hyung,” says Jungkook giggling as he squeezes him around the waist, “you’re stuck with us now.”

And just when Yoongi thought things couldn’t get more humiliating, he hears a shout from the end of the hallway. “Yo Jiminie, what’s going on? Why’d you text us?”

Yoongi extracts himself from Jimin and Jungkook to look down the hall in utter horror. Hobi and Jin stand there in their pajamas, looking between the four of them curiously.

“Jin hyung’s here so I’m gonna go now mom. I love you. I’ll see you and dad when I get back!” Taehyung ends the call with his parents and looks up at his brother. “I have a boyfriend hyung!” he shouts at him.

Yoongi wants to disappear into the floor as Taehyung and Jin hug each other tightly, and Hobi makes his way over to him with a cheesy grin on his face. “Wow, way to go Yoongi hyung, I’m impressed. You come to town and within one month you’ve got the most eligible bachelor off the market.” He whistles loudly and pulls Yoongi into a hug, “teach me your ways hyung.”

“I’m regretting it already,” he grumbles into Hobi’s shoulder as he sees Taehyung shaking in Jin’s arms behind him.

Jin pulls away from the hug with a big grin and uses his sleeve to wipe Taehyung’s face. “Don’t cry, stupid. You have to be a big tough alpha now for Yoongi. He’s literally a baby.”

“Excuse me!” Yoongi says outraged, as he pulls away from Hobi.

Taehyung sniffs and turns towards him, eyes red. Oh god, he is crying. Yoongi’s stomach twists at the sight and he can feel a burning starting behind his own eyes. Don’t you dare get all mushy and emotional Min Yoongi! “I’m just so happy,” Taehyung says quietly, giving him a watery smile.

The others coo at Taehyung while Yoongi tries to make his escape. He is stopped by Jin throwing his arms around him and pulling him into a hug. “Oh no you don’t Yoongi. Let me give you a hug, you closeted romantic fuck, then you can go die in embarrassment in your room.” Yoongi sighs, but hugs Jin back, feeling so small in the tall omega’s arms.

Jin pulls away and clears his throat, “okay, the rest of you idiots back to bed. Show’s over. Give the lovebirds some space.” He makes shooing motions with his arms as he ushers the others back down the hallway and into their rooms.

“Sweet dreams you two,” Jimin says with a smirk and a wink before he closes his door, leaving Yoongi and Taehyung alone in the hallway.

“Sorry hyung,” Taehyung says quietly, joining Yoongi at his door and finally handing him his room key. “I’m just so, so happy, and you deserve to know that.”

“I could have known that a little less,” Yoongi complains as he pulls Taehyung into a tight hug. “You are fucking ridiculous, you know that?”

Taehyung giggles, “you’re just so cute when you get all flustered and shy. Your embarrassment fuels me.” Yoongi pulls away and makes a face, causing Taehyung to laugh again, before leaning down and hovering his face in front of Yoongi’s. “Goodnight hyung,” he says quietly, and leans in to press a soft, warm kiss to his lips.

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Day two of meetings was even more torturous than day one. Mostly because Yoongi’s make-out session with Taehyung did not go unnoticed. Turns out, it wasn’t only Yoongi’s bosses and co-worker who were witnesses. The secretary that escorted Taehyung also decided to stick around. So, now Yoongi, who was well known in the company for being reserved and stand-offish, was being brutally teased by every person he’d ever worked with. It didn’t help that he still smelled a bit like Taehyung.

“So, all it takes to tame a MinPD is a pretty little trainee huh?” a particularly obnoxious idol read: Jackson Wang, asks him.

“For the last time, he’s not a trainee,” Yoongi sighs, rubbing his hand over his face.

“No, even better, he owns a flower shop Jackson!” Do Hyeong butts in, eyes glistening with mischief.

“Oh my god, stop!” yells Jackson, laughing.

“Deadass!” Do Hyeong insists.

“This is the best news I’ve heard all day!” Jackson grins gleefully at Yoongi. “He better have brought Yoongi flowers!”

“One. Single. Rose.” Do Hyeong says dramatically, desperately trying to hold back his laughter.

Jackson screams and bursts into laughter himself, “This is amazing!”

“So, I’m going to leave and never come back again,” Yoongi informs them, shaking Jackson off and leaving the lunchroom in a huff. It was only 10 am, he had five more hours of this to endure…

Yoongi makes it through the rest of the meetings by imagining vividly gruesome deaths for each of his coworkers. The light at the end of the tunnel is that Taehyung had insisted on driving Yoongi home at the end of the day. He didn’t have to insist very hard; he was more than happy to not be squeezed in the backseat of Hobi’s shitty Prius with an obnoxious couple.

By 3:40 pm he’s finally free. He exits the hotel lobby to find Taehyung waiting for him next to a bright red Ferrari.

“This is Jin’s car?” Yoongi asks him incredulously as he lets him take his bags and load them into the trunk.

“He’s a modest guy,” Taehyung says easily, opening the passenger door for Yoongi.

“I can see that,” he replies dryly, settling into the Italian leather seats. Damn.

“He’s never done anything extra in his entire life.” Taehyung tells him as he steps into the driver’s side and buckles up.

“Literally how much money do you guys have?” Yoongi asks exasperatedly, bracing himself slightly as Taehyung revs the engine and veers out of the drive.

“Jin has had three different statues of himself commissioned.”

“So too much.”

“Yea.”

Yoongi laughs and shakes his head.

He takes a moment to finally get a good look at his driver, and fully take in the world wonder before him. Taehyung is wearing a tight white tee-shirt over tight leather pants, and if that wasn’t offensive enough, he’s also accosted Yoongi with a pair of black shades that he has perched on top of his head. “This part of Jimin’s new wardrobe?” Yoongi asks him, unable to tear his eyes away even as Taehyung catches him staring and smirks.

“Yea. Does my boyfriend like it?” He asks him teasingly.

Yoongi looks away quickly, “It’s alright,” he shrugs as casually as he can.

Taehyung giggles, “You look really pretty today Yoongi. My boyfriend. My pretty boyfriend.”

Yoongi flushes deeply. The word boyfriend coming off of Taehyung’s tongue is going to be an adjustment. “Uh, thanks.” He replies gruffly, like a fucking caveman. Smooth.

Taehyung giggles again, “so has it sunk in yet for you? Your new relationship status?” Taehyung prompts, turning to look at Yoongi, affection burning in his eyes.

Someone honks in front of them. “Eyes on the road Taehyung!” Yoongi yells as Taehyung slams on the breaks to avoid hitting the car in front of them.

He flushes, “sorry, I’m not used to driving. I get to look at pretty things as long as I want as a passenger.” He pouts and glances at Yoongi quickly while they’re stopped at the light. “This is no fair! My first trip with my boyfriend and I can’t even look at him!?”

“It will also be your last trip with your boyfriend if you look at him.” Yoongi tells him, eyes wide now that he’s actually paying attention to Taehyung’s driving.

He steps on the gas as soon as the light turns green and Yoongi jerks in his seat. This may be why Taehyung doesn’t have a car.

“Hey Taehyungie, you made it here in one piece right? No fender bender on the way over?” he asks him cautiously, as the alpha weaves them in and out of traffic.

“Oh yea, don’t worry hyung, I’ve had my licence for ages.”

“Good, good,” Yoongi says, not feeling particularly reassured.

“So back to my question. Has it sunk in that I’m your boyfriend?” Taehyung prompts again.

“I don’t know, but do you know what will really help it sink in? Not dying in this car.”

“Don’t be dramatic hyung, I’ve got this.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.

As they make their way through the city, Yoongi has one hand braced on his seat and the other on the dashboard. He is trying his hardest not to be a critical backseat driver, but he fears for his life too much to stop himself. “Do you see that stop sign Taehyung?”

“Yes, I’m stopping,” says Taehyung exasperatedly.

“When exactly did you plan on stopping? Because we’re practically on top of it and still going a solid 40 kilometers per hour.” he says, voice rising an octave.

“Just relax hyung. Close your eyes, I’ll get us home safely.” Taehyung says, trying to sound comforting but some of his irritation bleeds into his voice.

“If I hadn’t warned you about that crosswalk back there, we wouldn’t have gotten home safely,” Yoongi protests as Taehyung stops sharply at the stop sign.

“Yes, we would have. That grandmother would have just had to wait for us,” Taehyung says, his irritation extremely evident now.

“This is a four-way stop Taehyung, that car has to go first!” Yoongi warns loudly.

“Yes, I know, I’m just rolling into the intersection a little bit.”

“Why on earth would you do that?!”

“So we start quicker. I’m not gonna hit him, he has lots of room.”

“We don’t need to start quicker; we have lots of time. So don’t roll into the intersection a little bit.”

Taehyung lets out a deep breath as he hits the gas again. “Yoongi. I appreciate that you’re concerned for our safety, but, and this may be a surprise to you, yelling at me every time a stop light or street sign is five kilometers away is shockingly not helpful.”

Yoongi bristles at his tone not appreciating being talked down to, or the fact that he dropped the honorifics while scolding him. “Don’t drop the hyung,” he says warningly.

“Then stop yelling at me!” Taehyung bristles right back.

“I’m trying to keep us alive; I’m not disrespecting you! Those are two different things!” Yoongi yells back angrily.

“Yelling at me like I’m a bad driver is disrespectful!”

“No, it’s telling the truth! You are a bad driver!”

Taehyung opens his mouth, seems to think better of it, and closes it sharply. He grips the steering wheel tightly and glares out the window. The next stop sign they reach, he waits until they are right at the sign before he slams on his brakes.

“Fuck off! Can you not kill us just because you’re pissed! What are you, a child?!” Yoongi yells angrily at him, massaging his shoulder where his seatbelt locked in place from the sudden stop.

“What?” asks Taehyung with false innocence, eyes wide, “I’m driving exactly like you’ve been saying I’m driving. Since I’m a bad driver and all.”

“Just pull over and let me drive,” Yoongi says through clenched teeth.

“No.” Says Taehyung stubbornly, glaring out the window. “Now you see the difference between how I’m actually driving, which is braking a respectable distance from a stop sign, and how you say I’m driving, which is slamming on the brakes right at the light.”

“Wow, so mature,” Yoongi spits out. “Thank you for that practical demonstration that was totally dangerous and reckless. Regardless, you still start braking too close to the sign!”

They exit the city limits and make it onto an open highway. “There, we’re out of the city, so no more super dangerous and reckless stop signs,” Taehyung seethes, “happy now?”

“No,” Yoongi growls, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring out the passenger window, “I should be driving.”

“Looks like you should have brought your car then.” Taehyung says mockingly.

They sit in a stony silence for the next half-hour. Yoongi, silently seething, is getting more and more pissed off with each passing minute. Right as Yoongi’s anger escalates to the point where decides that he should remind Taehyung that he was honked at 3 times in the city, the car lurches, giving him an even better excuse to yell at him.

“What the hell! Get over it Taehyung and drive like a mature fucking adult!” he yells at him.

“It’s not me!” Taehyung yells back, frantically hitting the gas and searching the dashboard, “it’s just stopping!”

Yoongi throws his hands in the air. “Perfect! Did you fill up the tank before you came Taehyung?” he asks condescendingly as the car slows down even more.

“Yes of course I! – oh,” he mumbles, looking at his fuel gauge.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Yoongi seethes through clenched teeth.

Taehyung pulls the car onto the side of the road as it stops completely. Yoongi looks around to find that they are very helpfully in the middle of fucking nowhere. “Kim. Tae. Hyung.” Yoongi enunciates, deadly quiet.

“I was going to fill it up before I left!” he retorts defensively, pulling out his phone.

“I was going to fill it up doesn’t help us now does it!” Yoongi is yelling again. This trip has just gone from bad to worse. First, he almost died in Seoul traffic. Now, he’s stuck in the middle of nowhere with the man he’s wanted to strangle for the past hour. “How fucking incompetent can you get?! Just stay the fuck away from cars!”

He hears a beep come out of Taehyung’s phone as it goes to voicemail. “Jin didn’t pick up,” he says quietly, staring hard at his phone.

“Maybe, you should try calling someone else. You got us into this mess Taehyung!”

“I know, I know!” Taehyung yells back. Yoongi sees him scroll through his contacts, about to select Jimin’s name when his phone suddenly goes black.

Yoongi watches in a detached fascination as Taehyung frantically taps his screen and presses the power button on and off, only to have the charging symbol pop up. “No, no, no, no, no, no!” Taehyung yells in frustration, still futilely trying to turn on his phone.

“This is unbelievable.” Yoongi says coldly, actually impressed that he isn’t screaming at this point.

Finally giving up, Taehyung drops his head on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry,” he whispers in despair, face still pressed into the wheel as his shoulders start to shake.

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Not this. Not now. Yoongi can’t take this. He can’t take Taehyung crying. He quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He walks around the car, takes his phone out of his pocket and calls Hobi. He tries to keep his mind as blank as possible and not think too hard about anything that’s happened in the last hour.

“Hi diddly doo Yoongi hyung. How’s paradise?” Comes Hobi’s chipper voice through the phone.

“Paradise just ran out of gas,” Yoongi tells him flatly.

“Oh shit. We’re a ways ahead of you now. We left like an hour before you guys did.” Hobi tells him helpfully.

“That’s wonderful, thanks for that.”

“Honestly, that’s what you get for dissing my car, and my spare gas tank in the trunk. ‘We don’t have enough room, fuck the gas’ he said. Well, look who’s in need of my car and my gas now!”

“Hobi, I’m five seconds away from figuring out how to strangle someone through a phone. Can you help me or not?” He says through clenched teeth.

“Yikes! Okay, yea, yea. We can turn around. I’m assuming you’re not near a gas station?”

“If I was near a gas station-“ Yoongi begins slowly, voice murderous.

“Okaaaay!” Hobi says quickly, cutting him off, “I’ll take that as a no. We’ll turn around. Where you at … if you’re not going to bite my head off for asking?”

“In the middle of butt fuck nowhere.”

“Yeaaaa, that’s really not helpful.”

“Somewhere between half an hour and an hour outside the city limits. Just backtrack and you’ll run into us! A bright red Ferrari is kinda hard to miss!” Yoongi yells exasperatedly.

“Right. Okay, so thanks for biting my head off anyways. We’ll backtrack and see you in around an hour! Don’t kill Tae before we get there!” he hangs up.

Yoongi lets out a heavy sigh and puts his phone away. He leans back against the trunk and lets his head fall back, closing his eyes against the sun. He’s not going to survive standing here for an hour, holy shit he wants to kill someone.

“Hyung.” Says a quiet voice next to him.

Speaking of wanting to kill someone, Yoongi opens his eyes and looks in the direction of the voice. As soon as he sees Taehyung, all his anger dies. He’s crying. Not like he was last night, eyes red with tears sneaking out as he smiled and laughed. No, he’s crying like it hurts, his eyes red and puffy, tears pouring down his cheeks silently as he looks at Yoongi with desperate sadness.

Contrary to what he likes people to believe, he is not a heartless bastard, and seeing Taehyung crying fucking guts him.

“Hyung,” Taehyung says again, coming closer so he’s standing right in front of him. Yoongi has to look away, he can’t bear to look at his face. “I’m so sorry hyung.”

“Hobi’s coming. They’ll be here in around an hour.” He says gruffly, keeping his gaze resolutely on the ground.

“Not about that,” he says quietly, coming even closer so Yoongi can feel his heat, and smell his scent. Grass. His scent reeks of grass that has somehow gone a little sour. “Okay, well, yea about that too, but I also wanted to apologize about everything before that.”

Yoongi continues to stare at the ground at his feet, unable to make himself look up even as he sees the tears hitting the gravel next to him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have dropped the honorific when I got mad at you. I shouldn’t have told you to stop telling me how to drive in such a condescending way. I shouldn’t have slammed on the brakes. You were right, it was really dangerous and stupid and childish. I know I’m not the best driver. Jin never lets me borrow his car, I think Jimin had to blackmail him or something for him to do it. I just wanted to impress you. I wanted you to think I was a good driver, and I was trying hyung, I really was. I’m sorry that I wasn’t good enough-“

“Fuck Taehyung,” Yoongi interrupts, finally breaking as he turns to look up at the alpha. His face is streaked with tears, and even though his nose and eyes are red and puffy, he still looks ridiculously gorgeous. It’s literally not fair. “Stop fucking apologizing,” he tells him angrily, reaching up to aggressively wipe the tears away from his cheeks. “I’m the asshole, god, Taehyung, you’re a fucking saint. Anyone would have lost patience if they had me on their ass. Your driving is passable, I’m just a fucking dick.”

Taehyung shakes his head, “no you’re not hyung.”

“Yes I am!” Yoongi bursts out, “why the fuck did you even ask me out!? You can do so much better! You’re an 11, you’re friendly and kind and thoughtful and fucking pleasant to be around! You could literally have anyone you wanted! I’m the opposite of friendly, I’ve been nothing but cold and standoffish since you met me. I have no patience, I’ve said ‘fuck’ like ten thousand times today, and I yell at my beautiful boyfriend when he’s doing his fucking best!”

Taehyung steps forwards and leans down, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s as he wraps his arms around him. “You wanna know why I asked you out? I asked you out because you are kind, and sweet, and loving, and the biggest fucking tsundere ever. You are smart and passionate and it’s so sexy when you talk about your music. You are beyond beautiful Yoongi love.” Yoongi shakes his head, looking down. “It’s true,” Taehyung disagrees, “I asked you out because I can’t wait to wake up in the morning if I know I’m going to see you the next day. You make me excited about life and make me wanna do crazy things just to make you smile. You need to give yourself more credit hyung. I’ve never been happier to call someone my boyfriend. I can take a little criticizing over my driving.”

“I’m so fucking sorry Taehyung.” He says dejectedly, completely overwhelmed by Taehyung’s confession, and unable to make eye contact with the alpha. “I was a fucking asshole. You think way too highly of me.”

It’s Taehyung’s turn to shake his head, “no, you don’t think highly enough of yourself hyung. I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have lost my temper as well. Forgive me.”

“Fuck there’s nothing to forgive,” Yoongi says, finally wrapping his arms around the alpha in return. Taehyung’s scent shifts slightly, the smell of autumn leaves trickling back in. “Next time, just yell at me that I’m being a fucking asshole, okay?”

Taehyung squeezes him tighter, pulling him into his chest, “Okay, minus the yelling part.”

“Deal,” Yoongi says, finally looking up into Taehyung’s glistening eyes. “Do you forgive me? I’m sorry, I won’t do that again, fuck.”

“Of course I forgive you hyung,” Taehyung says with a watery smile.

“I might do something assholey in the future, fair warning. I won’t try to; I’ll really try to be good for you Taehyungie.”

Taehyung’s smile turns blinding, “I know hyung. We all have our bad moments, I do too. We’ll be there for each other love.” He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his lips.

Yoongi smiles softly into the kiss. “Okay.”

He leans back into the trunk, Taehyung following him, refusing to break the kiss. It’s sweet and gentle, but Taehyung is slowly adding more and more pressure.

Yoongi pulls away and quickly looks up and down the road. It’s completely deserted, not a single car passing by. They literally are in the middle of nowhere.

“Hyung?” Taehyung asks quietly, dipping his head into Yoongi’s neck and scenting him, “what are we gonna do for an hour?” He turns his head to press a deep open-mouthed kiss to his scent gland.

A shiver runs through his body. Uh oh. They really shouldn’t go there, not now. But his body seems to be in complete disagreement. “I don’t know,” Yoongi says, his voice low. “I’ve … I haven’t been…” he cuts himself off, face flushing red as Taehyung continues to kiss up his neck.

His whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he wants nothing more than to be consumed by Taehyung. He smells incredible, the leaves scent is overpowering the grass now, and Yoongi tilts his head to give Taehyung better access.

“Haven’t been what, love?” Taehyung asks, his voice dropping an octave. He removes his lips from his neck only to replace them with his tongue, licking a strip up from his collarbone to his chin.

Yoongi moans at the feel of the slow wet slide of his tongue, letting his head fall back and leaning into Taehyung’s hold, sliding his hands up his chest to grip at his shirt. “Good,” he says brokenly.

“You haven’t been good?” Taehyung asks, pulling away from his neck. His eyes are shining, pupils blown wide. He looks at Yoongi darkly from beneath his lashes and raises an eyebrow. Yoongi nods numbly, fire racing through his blood. “You’re right, you’ve been bad love.”

Yoongi swallows roughly and grips onto Taehyung tighter. This is a terrible idea. They are on the side of the highway in broad daylight. Anyone could drive past and see them, not to mention that five minutes ago they were at each others’ throats. He should definitely stop this. “What are you going to do about it?” comes out of him instead, and a thrill goes through him as Taehyung slides his hands down to his hips and pulls him around the car.

He pulls him so he has his back against the side of the car away from the road. In this position, they will be mostly shielded behind the car if someone drives past. “Are you asking to be punished love?” Taehyung asks in a low voice, pushing Yoongi a little roughly against the car. He feels the arousal course through him. Fuck, he likes that.

Taehyung places his hands on either side of Yoongi’s head, caging him in. He feels himself getting hard and a small amount of slick starts to leak out. Taehyung leans in and looks down at Yoongi darkly. “You like that?” Yoongi shakes his head in denial even as his breath comes out unevenly. Taehyung gives him a wicked grin and leans in further, his lips just a breath away from Yoongi’s. “I think you’re a filthy liar,” he tells him before crashing his mouth against his.

Yoongi moans and the alpha swallows the sound. Taehyung licks into his mouth roughly, one hand holding Yoongi’s chin and tilting it up so he can devour his mouth at just the right angle. Yoongi’s whole body feels like it’s on fire as he opens his mouth wider, allowing Taehyung full access.

Their tongues tangle together as Taehyung presses his body fully against Yoongi’s. Yoongi swears he sees stars as he feels Taehyung’s hot erection press into his thigh. Holy shit, he’s big. His mouth goes dry and he moans loudly. Taehyung’s body is hot and hard against his own, his arms caging him in and pressing him firmly against the car.

“Fuck,” Taehyung swears, pulling away briefly to stare at Yoongi with wide eyes full of arousal. “You’re packing.”

Yoongi looks up at him through heavily lidded eyes, both of them panting, bodies still pressed together. “So are you,” he says lowly, licking his lips.

Taehyung looks down between their bodies and swears again when he sees the very obvious bulge in Yoongi’s pants. “but you’re an omega,” he says roughly.

Yoongi grins at him smugly, feeling ridiculously pleased with himself. “I thought you didn’t believe in stereotypes Taehyungie.”

“It’s not a stereotype so much as … see on average…” he drifts a hand down and wraps it around Yoongi through his jeans. Yoongi throws his head back and whines at the feeling. Taehyung’s hand is big, really big. Fuck he loves his hands. This is like a scene from his dirtiest wet dream. He can feel the heat of his hand through his pants. “Shit, you’re huge.” Taehyung says in awe, licking his lips and looking up at Yoongi lustfully. “You’re going to come for me love,” He tells him matter-of-factly, before leaning in again and capturing his mouth in a demanding kiss.

Yoongi groans as Taehyung shifts so that his erection is lined up with Yoongi’s, his tongue devouring his mouth once again.

Taehyung slowly grinds his hips against Yoongi’s, making him whimper into the kiss. God, the friction is so good. Both of them are wearing tight constricting pants, so the pleasure mixes with the pain of confinement.

Yoongi clutches at Taehyung’s waist blindly as taehyung thrusts against him again, slowly and deliberately. Yoongi mewls again, and Taehyung hungrily swallows up the sounds, humming his own approval of the friction.

Yoongi sneaks his hands under Taehyung’s shirt until he finds skin and digs his fingers into Taehyung’s waist. The alpha sucks in a breath and rocks harder against him.

“Yoongi,” he breathes between heated kisses. He reaches down to undo the top button of Yoongi’s pants.

“Please,” Yoongi pleads quietly, wanting Taehyung’s hands on him, needing Taehyung’s hands on him. Fuck, those goddamn hands are going to be the death of him!

Taehyung stops and leans back. Yoongi huffs in protest and drags Taehyung’s hips back to his with hands tight around his waist. “Please what Yoongi?” the alpha asks darkly.

“Hands,” is all Yoongi is able to coherently say, way too far gone to be embarrassed that his fetish is on full display.

Taehyung grins, “I think you really like my hands hyung.” He leans in again and runs his lips over Yoongi’s jawline, humming in contemplation, “but you were bad, remember?” Yoongi groans and tilts his head backwards, giving Taehyung better access to his jaw and neck. “I don’t think you deserve my hands.”

No, no, no. Yoongi grips Taehyung tighter and wraps his right leg around the alpha’s waist, effectively pulling their lower halves together tightly. “Taehyungieee…” Yoongi says enticingly as he leans in and drags his lips down Taehyung’s neck.

Taehyung shudders in his hold and lowers his hands down to Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi hums in satisfaction as Taehyung’s fingers squeeze the globes of his ass through his jeans. “That’s it,” Yoongi encourages, planting an open-mouthed kiss on Taehyung’s scent gland. “Now, bring one hand back to unbutton the rest of my pants,” he coaxes.

“No,” Taehyung says firmly. “You’ve been bad.”

“I’ll be good.” He says sweetly, biting down on Taehyung’s collarbone.

Taehyung moans and squeezes his ass tighter. “No, you’re going to come without my hands,” he pulls Yoongi’s hips flush against his own and grinds them together again.

Yoongi moans and drops his head back against the car, glaring at Taehyung. “Fine, but you’re going to come first,” he tells him darkly, grinding his hips up against the alpha’s.

Taehyung’s breath stutters out and he lowers himself, pressing his forehead against Yoongi’s, hands still firmly planted on his ass. He looks deeply into his eyes as he whispers, “we’ll see.”

They don’t kiss again after that so much as breathe into each other’s mouths and stare into each other’s eyes. Taehyung holds Yoongi firmly and lets him thrust up against him, building up a rhythm and whimpering with the delicious friction. It’s not enough, it’s not nearly enough, he desperately wants to undo his pants and let himself rub against Taehyung skin on skin, but they are also in public on the side of the highway. As gone as Yoongi is, he still has some sense.

He knows that his pants are likely wet with slick, and that Taehyung can likely feel it with his hands kneading his ass deliciously. He doesn’t care, it feels so good, Taehyung’s large hands can almost cover both of his cheeks entirely, and Yoongi will take Taehyung’s hands wherever he can have them. Would he prefer them inside his ass instead of on top of it? Yes. But beggars can’t be choosers at this point in time.

Yoongi moans as he desperately rubs himself against Taehyung. He can feel the alpha’s cock through his jeans, and fuck, Yoongi wasn’t lying when he told him he was big. He’s longer than Yoongi, that much he can tell, and likely a little thicker too although that is harder to decipher. Taehyung wasn’t lying either, Yoongi is also big, so the fact that Taehyung is even bigger is really doing things to him. It makes him even hotter as he slides against him.

Taehyung patiently lets Yoongi rut against him as he gazes into his eyes hungrily, but after a while it seems he can’t take it anymore. He hikes Yoongi’s leg higher up his hip and crushes his mouth to his once more before he takes control.

Yoongi makes incoherent sounds as Taehyung devours him, pressing him hard against the car and grinding against him roughly with one hand on his ass and the other fisted in his hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to look up while Taehyung kisses him senseless.

He can feel the pressure rising, the slick and precum dripping out in earnest now, and he knows he’s close. From the heavy breathing Taehyung is doing into his mouth, he is close too.

Yoongi is determined not to come first, but as Taehyung thrusts against him particularly hard and whispers, “Yoongi,” roughly against his lips, he’s lost. His vision goes white as his orgasm rocks through him and he lets out a strangled cry against Taehyung’s lips as he comes. Taehyung follows shortly after him, groaning into Yoongi’s mouth as his thrusts stutter to a halt.

Yoongi’s leg falls from Taehyung’s hip and he pants heavily, slowly coming down from his high. He just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life and it was through clothes.

Taehyung is panting against him, the hand that was fisted in his hair now gently massaging the back of his neck. It takes them a minute of heavy breathing before Yoongi is able to focus his eyes and clearly look up at Taehyung. He finds the alpha already looking at him, eyes scanning his face in what can only be described as adoration. Yoongi feels himself flush.

“Hi,” Taehyung says sweetly, giving Yoongi a cheeky little smile.

Yoongi snorts, “what the fuck did we just do?”

Taehyung giggles and Yoongi’s glare soon softens until he’s laughing too. Oh my god, they just got off on the side of the highway like a couple of horny teenagers.

“Hyung,” Taehyung says between giggles, “I think we’re compatible.”

“We just dry humped on the side of an abandoned highway.” He deadpans.

“I mean, it wasn’t really that dry.” Taehyung giggles again as he wipes his hands against his pants.

Oh god, Taehyung’s hands were on his ass, and his ass is… “My pants are soaked through with slick,” he says blankly, finally feeling the wetness on his ass and thighs. Dear god.

“Yes, it’s really hot,” Taehyung says, nodding. Yoongi tries to give him a stern look but he just ends up breaking into a stupid smile and barking out a laugh. “Hyung,” Taehyung continues, “that was so hot.”

Yoongi bites his lip. He really has to agree. He has never had an orgasm that intense. “Next time, let’s not do it in public over clothes though.”

“Agreed,” Taehyung says, giving Yoongi big boxy smile. “I’ll get our luggage out of the trunk so we can change. I haven’t come in my pants since I was 16!”

Yoongi shakes his head as he follows Taehyung to the trunk. “I didn’t get any … uh, thing on Jin’s car, did I?” he asks, looking back to where they had been. Does that area look shinier?

“Oh yea, you definitely did,” Taehyung says pleasantly, handing Yoongi a pair of sweatpants. “I’ll wipe it off.”

Yoongi groans and buries his face in the sweatpants. Wait… “these are yours,” Yoongi says, smelling Taehyung’s intoxicating scent on the pants and lifting his head to look at the alpha.

“Yes,” says Taehyung defensively, pulling out a pair for himself. “I want you to wear them.”

“Okay, but could you pass me some underwear as well?”

“No, I don’t think you’ll be needing them,” Taehyung says casually, closing the trunk and turning to Yoongi.

Yoongi stares at him, hard. He stares back innocently. This goes on for a solid 30 seconds before Yoongi cracks first and a small grin slips free. “Fine,” he huffs, opening the back door of the car.

He gazes into the backseat, trying to figure out how to do this without leaving any evidence that will make him have to move to Iceland once Jin finds it. “Uh, do you have any…” he flushes hard and shifts slightly, feeling the slick between his legs. “wipes…?” he asks quietly, absolutely mortified. He hasn’t been this wet before apart from when he was in heat. Taehyung’s pleased expression makes it almost seem as though he is aware of this fact as well.

“Of course, Jin always carries baby wipes, because he’s basically a dad,” Taehyung says happily, pulling a package of wipes out of the glove box and handing them to Yoongi. “But uh… maybe you shouldn’t do it in the car…?” Taehyung adds, scratching the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact. “You know, so Jin won’t notice…”

“I’m not going to strip on the side of the road Taehyung.”

“…I could cover you…?” He says, shrugging with forced casualness, still avoiding eye contact.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but feeling the moisture between his legs, he has to admit that Taehyung has a point. He looks from the car to the sweatpants considering. “Do you… have a towel I could put down?” Yoongi forces out, feeling like a fucking loser. What self respecting 27-year-old gets so horny by grinding on the side of the road, that they slick through their pants? He looks up at the clear sky praying to be struck down by lighting where he stands. Please end this torture.

“Oh yea, I do!” Taehyung says quickly, running back to the trunk to rifle through his luggage again.

As he does that, Yoongi, after looking to see that the highway is still deserted, takes off his pants and rolls them into a ball. It will be easier to not get anything on Jin’s seats if he only has his underwear with slick on them.

“Oh my god, your thighs!” Taehyung yells as he turns around with a towel in hand, gaping at Yoongi standing there in only his underwear. “Oh my god, oh my god, okay. Yea, wow. Cool. Cool, cool, cool. You know what’s weird? It’s the summer, like suuuper hot, and you never wear shorts-“

“Taehyung.”

“You should definitely wear shorts. Like, all the time. More often definitely. It must get hot always wearing pants. Why don’t you wear shorts? You should wear short ones, definitely. Yes.”

“Are you done?”

“I wasn’t prepared!” Taehyung yells, throwing the towel at him, red in the face. “You could have warned me!”

He smirks and shuffles his legs a little bit, way too happy about Taehyung’s reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d have an aneurism at the sight of my thighs.”

“You need to think about others Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung scolds him, still not moving his eyes away from his thighs. “It’s broad daylight, jesus.”

He chuckles. “Alright sorry, I’ll give you some forewarning next time,” he tells him, laying the towel down in Jin’s backseat.

“I want at least 24 hours notice to properly prepare.”

He laughs again, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He climbs into the backseat and closes the door, the tinted windows preventing Taehyung from seeing inside, as there is no way he is going to wipe his slick covered ass in front of the alpha.  

Half an hour later, the two of them are changed and cleaned, and Taehyung had tried his best to wipe away Yoongi’s slick from the side of the car. The scent was still subtly there after wiping it with a baby wipe, so Taehyung rubbed a bit of his own scent into the car, which only succeeded in having the car smell like both of them combined, which was infinitely worse.

They both stand at the sight of a stupid white Prius coming to a stop on the side of the road behind them. He can see Jimin grinning through the window in the passenger seat. How he won shotgun this time around he’ll never know.

Jungkook and Jin step out of the backseat as Jimin and Hobi roll down their windows and yell, “you’re both alive!”

“My baby better be in one-piece Tae!” Jin accuses, as he joins Jungkook in bringing the gas tank to his car.

“I’m surprised Tae is in one-piece! I was so worried Yoongi would kill him before we got to them, considering Tae Tae was driving,” Jimin pipes up from the passenger seat, grinning at the two of them.

Taehyung sticks his nose in the air. “My driving is passable, Yoongi said it himself.”

“Were you holding him at gunpoint at the time?”

“No, but it was right after he yelled at me,” his eyes light up suddenly and he jumps towards Jimin excitedly, “Jiminie guess what? We had our first fight!”

“Oookay…?” Jimin gives him a confused little smile. He looks to Yoongi who just shrugs, as mystified as he is about Taehyung’s excitement.

“Yes, and we’ve made up, so we’re officially a real couple now!” Taehyung exclaims.

Jungkook chuckles from his spot at the gas tank. “I see, so you’ve already gone through all your hardships, twelve hours into being a couple.”

“Not all, but now we have that experience!” He turns back to Yoongi, grinning. “Did you even think about that hyung?!”

Yoongi shakes his head, forcing himself not to roll his eyes, “I don’t think that’s quite how that works Taehyungie.”

“No, no, he’s got a point,” Jimin chimes in, “everyone knows a couple isn’t serious until they’ve had a fight and figured out how to get through it. Congrats Tae Tae!”

“Thank you!”

“Define ‘made up’…” Jin says slowly, eyeing their sweatpants suspiciously.

Yoongi starts to sweat. “We’ve apologized, and resolved our differences,” Taehyung says proudly, oblivious to where Jin’s attention is directed.

“Why are you both wearing sweatpants in thirty-degree weather?” He asks, walking closer to the side of car. The side of the car that smells like the two of them. Abort, abort!

 “It’s a long car ride, Taehyungie suggested that we ride comfortably,” Yoongi says innocently, stepping subtly closer to the car, trying to block Jin’s path.

“I see…” Says Jin, eyes still narrowed, looking between the two of them, and continuing to move closer to the car. “Tell me you didn’t fuck in my car.”

“Excuse me?!” Yoongi says, with as much outrage as he can muster.

“Not in your car,” Taehyung mutters.

Yoongi groans and facepalms. “You fucked on my car!” Jin shouts, looking equal parts enraged and disgusted.

“Of course not! I’m offended you’d even suggest that! He’s your little brother!” Yoongi exclaims, putting a hand on his chest in feigned shock, still hoping to save this entire encounter.

Jin moves closer to the car still. Shit, he’s in range, he’s in range! “Yoongi.” Jin says with deadly quiet, “I know what your slick smells like.”

“Ew, that’s disgusting. Why would you bring that up now?” Yoongi says, looking desperately at Taehyung for help.

“I definitely don’t know what Yoongi hyung’s slick smells like,” Taehyung adds on unconvincingly. Yoongi glares at him, and he just returns an apologetic look.

“I know what Yoongi hyung’s slick smells like,” Jimin chimes in from the passenger’s side mischievously. He winks at them.

“Am I the only one here who doesn’t know what Yoongi hyung’s slick smells like?” Hobi asks.

“Can we literally stop talking about my slick. Like seriously, what the fuck?” Yoongi complains.

“We’re discussing it Yoongi, because I CAN SMELL IT ON THE SIDE OF MY CAR!” Jin yells at him.

“Whaaaaat?” says Taehyung, widening his eyes in the most unconvincing look of shock Yoongi has ever seen. Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi start laughing. The traitors.

“Sorry, your car just turns me on,” Yoongi answers lamely.

“My car turns you on?” Jin repeats incredulously.

“Yea, it’s … red…”

“It’s red.” Jin repeats again.

“Yea, that’s why Yoongi hyung didn’t like Hobi hyung’s Prius, because it’s white!” Taehyung adds in helpfully.

“Yea, I couldn’t get it up around the Prius.” This is going downhill real fast.

“I’ve never been so offended that my car wouldn’t give someone a boner before,” Hobi complains out his window.

“I don’t know what’s worse: fucking my car or fucking my little brother on my car!” Jin seethes.

“I would definitely say the second one,” Jimin pipes in, “you can do a two for one that way; fuck the car and the brother.”

“No one’s fucking anyone!” Yoongi says, raising his hands in the air in surrender, wanting a quick end to this entire conversation.

“Jinnie hyung, don’t worry, we didn’t technically have sex on your car.” Taehyung says placatingly.

“Technically?!” Jin yells.

“Okay, your gas tank’s filled,” Jungkook announces awkwardly. “Uh, should we, like, go…?”

“Yoongi,” Jin begins, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I like you, but I don’t want to know about anything you are doing with my little brother.”

“The feeling’s completely mutual.”

“Great. Then, maybe, don’t leave evidence on my car. You guys are cleaning this.”

“We tried,” Yoongi says apologetically, looking back at Taehyung for help.

“It’s off hyungie, the scent just lingers for a bit. It will go away eventually,” Taehyung says, offering an awkward smile.

Jin massages between his eyes in exasperation.

“Look, it’s your fault you came over so close to the car,” Yoongi defends, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s my car!” Jin says indignantly.

“But you didn’t have to walk right up to that side of the car. I was trying to block you for a reason!” Yoongi accuses.

“I thought you were blocking a scratch or something, how was I supposed to know the reason!” Jin yells right back.

“You’ve seen my car, it’s full of scratches, you know I don’t give a shit about scratches. I give a shit about sparing you from this!” He gestures vaguely at the car.

“I would very much have liked to be spared from this!”

“Then we are on exactly the same page!”

“Yet we’re still yelling!” Jin yells back for a final time before walking up to Yoongi and dropping his head on his shoulder. “I’m too young to be an uncle,” he groans quietly.

“Okay, first of all, no you aren’t. And second of all, fuck off.” Yoongi tells him, patting his back.

“Hyung, I told you we didn’t have sex on your car,” Taehyung adds quietly.

Jin raises his head, “thanks for that Tae. Don’t crash or do anything else in, on, or anywhere near my car on the way back, got it?” he asks them sternly.

They both nod.

“Tae Tae, I want a blow by blow of that car scene when we get home!” Jimin yells out the passenger window, as Jin gets back into Hobi’s shitty white Prius.

“Don’t you dare,” Yoongi says quietly, flipping off Jimin.

Taehyung pouts, “how about a brief overview? Spark notes version?” he asks him with wide eyes. “Jimin literally sends me videos of him and Jungkook.”

“Okay, gross.” Yoongi makes a face as the Prius drives back onto the highway, honking obnoxiously.

“If you guys don’t take this opportunity to fuck in Jin’s car, we’re not friends anymore!” Hobi yells out the window, laughing as they drive away.

“I’ll only allow a brief overview in two sentences max,” Yoongi relents after they are back on the road again and headed home.

“Great! I’ll draft up a copy and send it to you for approval,” Taehyung grins. Yoongi shakes his head. The man is ridiculous. “Oh my god, hyung!” Taehyung exclaims suddenly, “I know what was wrong last time. I know why we fought!” He reaches over and grabs Yoongi’s hand in his own, threading their fingers together, and holding their hands between the seats. He looks over and gives Yoongi a wide, happy smile, “we weren’t driving like a couple! I’ve always wanted to do the cute hand holding while driving thing!”

Yoongi looks at his hand in Taehyung’s and smiles back, “yes, I definitely think that was the problem.”

Chapter Text

Mortal Enemies

9:37pm

SuperRIchCEOJin: Well hello again lesser mortals

LesserMortalHobi: He literally got 2 phone numbers and now he thinks he’s the shit

LesserMortalHayoon: ?????

SuperRIchCEOJin: U just jealous I got bangpd on speed dial

InferiorSister: So I’m assuming ur trip to seoul was fruitful then?

SuperRIchCEOJin: BANGPD.

ON.

SPEED DIAL.

Idk how to make this any more clear

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: He was able to sweet talk them into dinner and a tour as well as a lunch date

SuperRIchCEOJin: at this point Bang and I r basically going steady

Jiho, ur not invited to our wedding

LesserMortalJoon: Congrats Jin! That’s amazing!

SuperRIchCEOJin: Thank u for your support Joon

See, this was the kind of reaction I was lookin for

Be more like Joon

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: You’re welcome.

SuperRIchCEOJin: U just got me lunch

I got me dinner, a tour, and a collaboration

What now Yoongi?

…

Im kidding

Thnx

Pls tell them good things abt me

I owe u

Kinda

…

Still salty over ur sinful thoughts abt my car tho

… and my brother

StillNotMyBrother: THE SINFUL THOUGHTS WERE MUTUAL ;)

SuperRIchCEOJin: removed StillNotMyBrother from the chat

LesserMortalSiyeon added StillNotMyBrother to the chat

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi removed StillNotMyBrother from the chat

LesserMortalHayoon added StillNotMyBrother to the chat

LesserMortalSiyeon: wait, wait, wait

What goes on???

What happened this weekend??!!

TAEGI????

LesserMortalHayoon: ?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LesserMortalHobi: What happened was I got offered a contract by bighit :D

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: I did too…

LesserMortalSiyeon: nows not the time u 2

This isn’t abt u

TAEGIIII EXPLAIN YOURSELVES

LesserMortalHayoon: SPILLLLLLLL

LesserMortalJoon: oh my goodness WOW

Congrats Jimin and Hobi, that’s huge!

LesserMortalSiyeon: Joonie shush

LET TAEGI SPEAKKKKKK

StillNotMyBrother: CAN I TELL THEM YOONGI HYUNG???!!!

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: if u must

StillNotMyBrother: I MUST

DRUM ROLL PLS

SuperRIchCEOJin: they r dating.

StillNotMyBrother: JIIINNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WTF WHY WULD U DO THAT??!!!!!!

SuperRIchCEOJin: that’s what u get for defiling my car

LesserMortalHayoon: OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!

LesserMortalSiyeon: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

InferiorSister: isn’t it a bit soon?

Didn’t Yoongi hate you like, last week

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: no

StillNotMyBrother: <3 <3 <3

LesserMortalJoon: Wow, congrats to u 2 as well!

I’m so happy for you!

So much exciting news from the weekend!

SuperRIchCEOJin: …almost like u should have been there Joon

LesserMortalJoon: u had jungkookie u didn’t need another alpha

Hobi and Jimin, are you going to accept the contracts? What are the parameters?

LesserMortalHayoon: lmao, first question Joon asks is abt the parameters of a contract

I’M STILL NOT OVER THE TAEGI REVEAL CAN WE GET BACK TO THAT?!!

LesserMortalSiyeon: I second a return to the Taegi topic

LesserMortalHobi: I think im going to

Its for a backup dancer. So they will contract me for songs as they come up

So I might be in seoul for months at a time as they promote/on tours if I get on a big enough song!!!!!

LesserMortalJoon: That’s amazing Hobi!

Does this mean you’re leaving tho?? :(

LesserMortalHobi: No, no. I wont leave until they want me to dance for a song

In the meantime, Jin hyung made an agreement with bighit so they r good with me practicing and staying here with JinHit :)

U can’t get rid of me that easily ;)

LesserMortalKookie: Remember us when ur rich and famous Hobi :’)

LesserMortalHobi: awwww Kook. My hotel room was right next to urs and Jimin’s

I’ll never be able to forget what I heard for the rest of my life

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: Good.

Yoongi hyung, how was ur sleep in the hotel?

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: great

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: u were able to fall asleep right away huh?

Nothing … keeping u awake?

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: nope.

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: No … banging against your south side wall?

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: funny idk. I had in headphones with ocean sounds playing

Slept like a baby

Heard nothing but relaxing waves cascading along the shore

LesserMortalHobi: poetic

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: huh. I would have thought your bed was against that wall.

No … shaking of your bed during the night…?

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: huh. Nope. Oddly enough, I pulled my bed away from the wall before I went to sleep.

just like it better that way

LesserMortalHobi: LMAOOOOO

U lucky son of a bitch

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: Yoooongi hyunnnnnggg. I didn’t spend all night getting fucked against ur wall to be ignored!!! >:(

LesserMortalJoon: … anyway, Jimin, are you going to accept the contract from BigHit?

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: I don’t think so …

We’re discussing it, Kookie and I

LesserMortalJoon: You have an amazing future ahead of you either way!

Take your time, no need to rush your decision

LesserMortalSmallAssJimin: Thnx for the support Joonie hyung :)

InferiorSister: wow imagine if Yoongi was thoughtful enough to invite the omega women of JinHit with him to Seoul.

There might be more than 2 major job offers right now

StillNotMyBrother: YOONGI INVITED WHO HE INVITED TO RETURN A FAVOUR

HE DIDN’T HAVE TO INVITE ANYONE AT ALL

WHAT HE DID WAS AMAZINGLY KIND AND THOUGHTFUL

AND HE HELPED EVERYONE IN JINHIT BY INVITING JIN AND GETTING A COLLABORATION WITH THEM!

U SHOULD BE THANKING HIM FOR THAT!

LesserMortalSiyeon: TAEGI IS BREATHING!!!!

LesserMortalHayoon: I’m so HAPPYYYY!!!!!

Tae u r too cuttteeee!!! Ahhhhhhhh

StillNotMyBrother: THANK U GUYS :DDDDDDDD

I’M SO HAPPY TOO :D

…

YOONGI HYUNG, R U HAPPY???

StayAwayFromMyCarYoongi: :)

LesserMortalHayoon: AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Over the next few weeks Yoongi’s life changes dramatically. When he’s not dodging movie night invites (last week was Shrek 2), he’s either at the flower shop or the tattoo parlour across the street.

His Monday routine now involves getting up bright and early to make it to the flower shop by 10 am (waking up before 10 is bright and early for Yoongi, shut up). Once at the shop he then makes his rounds in greeting all the flowers. Taehyung was right in that the roses in particular are fond of him. They stretch out their leaves and flowers to brush Yoongi when he passes by, and they vibrate in what feels like excitement when he touches them.

The lilacs are also quite fond of Yoongi. They will stretch out and block his path, only moving away after he has given them a sufficient amount of pets. Sometimes it takes a full 10 minutes before they are satisfied enough to allow Yoongi to pass.

The owner of the flower shop also happens to be quite fond of him. He, like his flowers, will reach out to Yoongi when he arrives. The man will also not let Yoongi go until he has sufficiently snuggled and scented him. He is disgustingly okay with this.

Being Taehyung’s boyfriend has a lot of perks. The first perk is being able to play in his dirt. Yoongi’s magic now vibrates and pulses through him in anticipation whenever he’s near the flower shop. Taehyung set up multiple little ‘Yoongi Stations’ as he calls them around the store, which consist of large flowerpots full of mostly dirt, and a few flowers. Yoongi will take his time during his morning rounds, churning the dirt in the soil and moving the flowers around.

Taehyung has informed him that the flowers fight over who will be next to go in a Yoongi Station. He says they treat it like an amusement park ride, waving their leaves around in the air in excitement as they are gently moved through the soil. After learning of this, Yoongi has made an extra effort to move them a little more quickly and send them on little loops through the soil to make it more fun.

If someone told Yoongi a year ago that he would spend his Monday mornings making a mini amusement park ride for daffodils, he would have thought they were on crack.

The second perk of dating Kim Taehyung is his thoughtfulness, which manifested itself in giving Yoongi a little office space in the back of his store. Behind the cash there was a small little area with a desk and computer that Taehyung used for managing his sales and pricing and whatever other businessowner tasks he had. On the third day in a row that Yoongi went to the alpha’s store to hang out, he found that Taehyung had changed his desk in the back to a smaller one and added a second desk next to it with a padded chair and warm earth toned blankets beneath.

At first, Yoongi told Taehyung that he was dreaming if he thought he was going to nest in his little office, but by two days later, he had accepted defeat and finally set up a little blanketed cubby like his omega had been begging him to do since day one. Taehyung had burst into tears at the sight of it.

Yoongi would bring his laptop and portable recording equipment with him to Taehyung’s little office and work away for most of the day. The downside to this was that Yoongi could hear Taehyung through the door as he greeted each customer. While he was happy that he couldn’t be seen, listening to Taehyung announce to every customer that he was now in a relationship was painful to endure. He generally received enthusiastic congratulations from his customers; although he did have to give a firm talking to, to some busybody grandmothers to ‘stop trying to set up your grandkids with my boyfriend!’

Luckily for Yoongi, Jihoon did not return to the store, much to Taehyung’s chagrin. So, two weeks after they started dating, Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore and took a trip over to the bank (he made Yoongi write him a cheque so he could cash it and have an excuse to go over there). He doesn’t know what went down at that bank, and frankly, he doesn’t want to know, but Taehyung had returned with a satisfied grin on his face.

When Yoongi isn’t at the flower shop (he’s decided that going there every day would look too clingy, although Taehyung firmly disagrees), he can be found at the tattoo parlour across the street. Yoongi has found that watching random people get stabbed thousands of times is oddly therapeutic, even if he isn’t the one doing it. Jungkook has proven to be good company, working silently next to him or quietly humming under his breath.

Yoongi also discovered that Jungkook has great taste in music and an even better singing voice. He discovered this when an omega customer brought her baby in the shop with her, for god knows what reason, and he started crying. Jungkook quietly sang to the baby a sweet little lullaby and it shut right up. Since then, Yoongi has let Jungkook listen to his new tracks even more than Taehyung, and has had him record the guide for a couple already.

The fact that Yoongi went from never leaving his house to barely ever being there definitely had nothing to do with his neighbours. He definitely hasn’t gone from accidentally evading Taehyung’s parents to actively evading Taehyung’s parents. Nope. No way. If he just suddenly prefers to be away from home during the day, then so be it.

-

It's a Friday afternoon, and Yoongi is sitting in his studio playing minesweeper when he gets a text from Namjoon.

Namjoon: Hey Yoongi, how’s it going?

Yoongi tosses the phone to the side. When Namjoon gets to the point and decides to tell him why he’s randomly texted him for the first time since he’s known him, he might deign to reply.

Namjoon: I’m doing well, thanks for asking

…

Are you going to reply?

I can see that you’re reading these

Yoongi sighs at the multiple notifications and picks up his phone again.

Yoongi: What do u want

Namjoon: wow, it’s good to hear from you too

Yoongi: get to the point or I’m muting this

Namjoon: I honestly just wanted to hear from you Yoongi

I haven’t seen you in weeks. You’re never home anymore

Yoongi: busy

Namjoon: With Tae? Cus u were busy before too, you just worked from home

Are you really at the flower shop everyday?

Yoongi: No of course not

…

I’m at the tattoo parlour more often than the flower shop

Namjoon: Oh, so you’ll hang out with Jungkook but not me??

Yoongi: It’s convenient

He’s right across the street from the flower shop

Namjoon: I’m right across the street from you!!

Yoongi: Yea but Jimin lives upstairs and he threatens to skin me alive if I don’t see him at least once a week

Namjoon: So I need to threaten to skin you alive to get you to hang out with me?

Yoongi: It always helps

Namjoon: Yoongi hyung … are you … avoiding me?

Did I do something?

Yoongi stares at his phone and feels the guilt roll through him.

Yoongi: No Namjoon, it’s not you

… I just found out who my neighbours are

Namjoon: … me?

Yoongi: No, Taehyung’s parents

…

Like wtf did u know they lived next door??

Namjoon: omg don’t tell me that’s why you’ve been gone all the time

Yoongi hyung! Tae’s parents are lovely! And they love you! Every time I’ve seen them, they’ve gushed over the fact that Tae has a cute little boyfriend

Yoongi: little…

Namjoon: omg Yoongi, why am I getting punished for you being too dense to even notice who your neighbours are until after you’re dating their son :(

Yoongi: Sorry…

Namjoon: Don’t worry about the Kims Yoongi. They are lovely, they won’t corner you and give you the third degree or anything.

Yoongi: that’s good to know

Namjoon: So … can we hang out or something now?

Yoongi looks at the clock. It’s three o’clock. He knows that ‘movie night’ starts at six, and it’s Jin’s pick this week. Yoongi was going to leave for Seoul around four to submit some of his work in person … because sometimes it’s better to submit in person, not because that would mean that he will be conveniently out of town for another movie night.

Yoongi loves the guys individually, but collectively, having all nine of them together is … a lot. Not to mention that they watch stupid ass movies every time they get together, and once Yoongi starts going to movie night, he’ll be expected to keep going, even if they choose to watch like, Barbie on Ice or something. So far, he’s gotten away with missing movie nights relatively unscathed. Taehyung has been really good about it, but Yoongi has a feeling he’s letting him off the hook because they are so new and he doesn’t want to start a fight. Sooner or later, this will change and he will run out of excuses.

As it stands, he’s already gotten out of movie night for this week, and he really hasn’t seen Namjoon in a long time.

Yoongi: Right now?

Namjoon: If that works for you. I know you’re home right now for the first time in a while

Yoongi: I can give you until 5 at the latest

I have to drive to seoul tonight and I’d rather not be doing that at midnight

Namjoon: No worries! I have to be at movie night for 6 anyway!

Great! I’ll be over in 10

Yoongi: k

Namjoon arrives with two steaming cups of tea in his hands. Yoongi yelps and quickly grabs them before Namjoon can trip and pour them all over himself.

“Did you actually walk all the way over here carrying two cups of boiling water?!” Yoongi yells, as he ushers Namjoon into the house and places the cups safely on the coffee table.

“It’s tea Yoongi.” Namjoon says, as he calmly takes a seat on his floral couch.

“Yes, and you thought that it would be a good idea to carry them all the way across the road? You, who trips over his own shadow to put a dent in my car!”

Namjoon flushes, “Listen, I’m not a total klutz…” he glances at Yoongi’s unimpressed expression, “okay, I only spilled a little bit on your car, and I think one of your rose bushes caught me when I tripped on a crack in your sidewalk, but I got them here!” he says defensively, taking a deep drink out of one of the cups.

Yoongi shakes his head, (his poor car will never stop suffering) and takes a sip of the other cup. “chamomile?”

“I thought you might need some relaxing,” Namjoon says, flushing slightly.

“Uh, well, thanks,” he says as he settles further into his floral armchair and takes another sip. It’s actually really good.

“So, how are things with you and Tae?” Namjoon starts conversationally.

“Oh no,” Yoongi says quickly, “we are not talking about that.”

“Why not?” Namjoon asks innocently.

“Because I would rather run a cheese grater against my forehead than talk about my feelings with you.”

Namjoon frowns, “we don’t have to get into specifics. Is it going well?”

“Yes,” Yoongi says shortly, taking another sip of his tea to avoid looking at Namjoon. If he had known that this is what he wanted to ask him about, he would have thought twice about letting him come over.

“Are you happy?”

“Namjoon!” Yoongi complains.

“It’s a simple yes or no question,” Namjoon defends, holding his hands up.

Yoongi sighs loudly, “Yes,” he says quickly. This is something he doesn’t want to think about. These last few weeks have been the happiest he’s had since he can remember, and he’s afraid if he looks at it too closely or lets himself get too comfortable, it’s all going to get ripped away. He’s still having a hard time believing that this is his life now. He’s spent the last two weeks getting good morning kisses, getting his hand held as often as he wants (this is a big one), getting iced americanos delivered to him at lunch, and getting warm hugs and neck kisses at the end of the day by the most beautiful man in the world. Simply put, it’s been heaven. He does not want to screw all this up by being too happy.

Namjoon smiles at him, “I’m glad. You deserve it Yoongi, you both do. For what it’s worth, Tae is happy too. The happiest I’ve seen him since I’ve met him.”

Yoongi throws his hands over his ears, “stop! I’m not having this conversation with you!”

Namjoon chuckles softly and looks into his empty mug, deep in thought. “Can I ask you a what-if scenario?”

“Only if it’s not about me and Taehyung.”

Namjoon blushes slightly, “it’s … not exactly? It’s for a poem of mine. I wanted to know what you would do if you were in the character’s position.” He actively avoids eye contact with Yoongi.

“Okay…” Yoongi says cautiously.

“The narrator of my poem is in love with his friend, and I want to know what a natural way of approaching that would be.” Namjoon continues, finally looking up at Yoongi.

“So why are you asking me? Do you think I’m natural when it comes to expressing emotions at all?” Yoongi asks him incredulously.

Namjoon chuckles, “no, but that’s just it, neither is my character. He wouldn’t be in love with ‘just a friend’” he makes air quotes, “if he found a way to express his feelings and tell him.”

“So it’s two men.” Yoongi says quickly, picking up on Namjoon’s pronoun usage.

Namjoon flushes, “I said them, not him,” he corrects quickly.

“No ... I distinctly heard him,” he sips his tea.

“The gender of the love interest is never explicitly stated in the poem. That way any reader can relate.” Namjoon insists.

“There aren’t many male same-sex relationships. Are they betas?” Yoongi continues, ignoring Namjoon.

“No, they are both ambiguous so the reader can relate,” Namjoon repeats. He sighs in frustration. “Look, will you just let me ask you the scenario?”

Yoongi nods, then can’t help but add, “I already relate to the character since the ‘friend’ in question is a him.”

Namjoon sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “alright fine, think that if you want. Did you like Tae before he asked you out?”

Yoongi blinks, “uh, what do you mean?”

“Before Tae asked you out, did you already have a crush on him? Or did you decide to give him a chance even though you didn’t like him that way?”

Yoongi fidgets, uncomfortable with the conversation topic once more. “No, I definitely liked him that way.”

Namjoon brightens up, “okay, so you had a crush on Tae, then he asked you out and you said yes. Correct?”

Yoongi nods slowly.

“So, my what-if scenario is: what if Tae never asked you out? What if he never even indicated that he liked you any more than a friend? What would you have done with your crush?”

Yoongi frowns in thought, “uh, that’s … kinda hard to answer, considering that Taehyung indicated pretty much from the beginning that he liked me as more than a friend.”

“That’s why this is a what-if scenario,” Namjoon says a little impatiently.

Yoongi considers Namjoon carefully before deciding to reply, “do you want the honest answer to that, or the ideal answer?”

“Honest,” says Namjoon quickly, leaning forwards.

Yoongi sighs and gives Namjoon a sad look. “Honestly, I would never bring it up, pretend I didn’t like him, hopelessly pine after him, and die alone.”

Namjoon sighs, “I was afraid you’d say that.”

“Doesn’t make for a happy ending to your poem huh?”

Namjoon shakes his head.

“Do you want to know what the ideal answer is?” Yoongi prompts. Namjoon looks up. “Tell him. Shoot your shot. The worst he could say is no, but then you won’t have to live the rest of your life making up what-if scenarios.”

Namjoon gives him a little smile, “that’s the advice everyone gives.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.”

Namjoon nods chuckling. “Yea, easier said than done. Unfortunately, my character is a lot like you Yoongi hyung.”

“Your character sucks then,” Yoongi teases, trying to lighten the mood.

Namjoon chuckles again, “You know, writing poetry and writing songs are extremely similar. I’ve listened to your songs Yoongi hyung; your lyrics are poetry.”

Yoongi grins, “poetry’s more boring, don’t drag me down to your level.”

Namjoon gasps, “Hey! The blasphemy! I used to write songs in college you know … then I grew up and wrote real literature.”

Yoongi chokes, “oh my god, how dare you.”

“Wanna hear some of the really embarrassing songs I wrote in college?” Namjoon asks, pulling out his phone.

Yoongi grins, “Do they have the words ‘fire’ ‘higher’ and ‘desire’ in them?”

“Are you kidding? Those are the mandatory rhymes. They come right after the ‘get on the dance floor’ line.” Namjoon grins cheekily, and perches on the arm of Yoongi’s chair with his phone.

Yoongi laughs.

They spend the next hour laughing at the old songs on Namjoon’s phone. Yoongi was shocked to learn that Namjoon actually wrote rap songs in college and was even more shocked to learn that they were actually good. Despite Namjoon’s boast, there was no ‘get on the dance floor’ or ‘fire higher desire’ rhymes, but instead, intricate word play that revolved around love and what it meant (which wasn’t surprising considering his current career).

Yoongi just finishes off his tea, when he hears keys jingling on the other side of his front door. Yoongi looks to Namjoon in panic. No one else has the keys to his house…

Namjoon also looks panicked, but he’s looking panicked at Yoongi and not at the door. “Shit, I lost track of time, I totally forgot!” He gets up from the chair quickly and rushes to Yoongi’s door.

“Forgot what?” Yoongi asks, following him. “Forgot that you scheduled someone to break into my house?”

The front door then opens wide and Jimin calmly walks inside like he owns the place. He is closely followed by Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin, Hobi, Hayoon, Siyeon, and Jiho.

“What the fuck?!” Yoongi yells, looking at the keys in Jimin’s hand.

Jimin looks from Yoongi’s shocked face to Namjoon. “Yea what the fuck Joonie hyung, I thought you were supposed to gently coax Yoongi hyung into agreeing to host movie night here.” Jimin throws a glare at Namjoon as he takes off his shoes, and makes his way to Yoongi’s kitchen, massive bottle of wine under his arm.

Yoongi spins on Namjoon, “you were supposed to do what?!”

Namjoon rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “I really did want to see you Yoongi hyung. It was just also a convenient time to ease you into movie nights.”

“Ease me into-!” Yoongi begins outraged, when a pair of arms wrap around his shoulder.

He relaxes slightly into the touch, the autumn leaves scent comforting his omega. “Love, we wanted to bring movie night to you this time.”

Jin and Jungkook walk past with massive containers of food and alcohol. “Aw, it’s so cute that you haven’t changed any of your grandmother’s décor Yoongi,” Hayoon giggles as she walks past him with a massive bottle of vodka.

Yoongi’s eye twitches.

“Come on, love, lets talk in your room,” Taehyung says gently, leading Yoongi down the hallway and away from the chaos that is his kitchen and living room.

Yoongi whirls on Taehyung when they enter his room and crosses his arms over his chest.

“What are you afraid of hyung?” Taehyung asks him bluntly.

Yoongi flushes, “a bunch of people breaking into my house for one.”

“You like us hyung,” Taehyung continues, ignoring Yoongi’s answer, “You’ve hung out with us before, I can’t figure out why you won’t do movie nights. The only thing I could think of was that you didn’t want to go to my place for some reason. So we brought it here.”

Yoongi flushes even deeper. “It’s not that Taehyungie,” he shuffles his feet. How to explain that you’re an awkward fuck in a group setting? “I’m an awkward fuck in a group setting.” That’ll work. “I mean, I don’t know, it’s just a lot of people. Seeing you guys in small groups is different. I also haven’t seen half of them since we started dating, and I’m not up for comments from the peanut gallery.”

Taehyung smiles and pulls Yoongi into his arms. Yoongi goes willingly, already feeling at home in this embrace. “Hyung, don’t worry about comments. I’ve been giving them daily updates, It’s old news to them now.”

“You what?!” Yoongi asks, raising his head off Taehyung’s shoulder in indignation.

Taehyung gently forces Yoongi’s head back onto his shoulder. “I don’t give them a blow by blow of our semi-public make-out sessions.” Yoongi groans. “I tell them about what the flowers said about you that day, or if you visited, and the funny things you said. You know, the cute stuff.” He runs his hands through Yoongi’s hair. “You know all of us now Yoongi, you have nothing to be shy about. You can ignore the girls if you don’t know them as well. We are just going to be watching a movie and getting moderately inebriated, so we’ll be quiet most of the time … and I’ll be there to give you lots of cuddles.”

Yoongi groans and pulls away from Taehyung. “No, they can’t know I like cuddling. I have a reputation to uphold.”

Taehyung grins, “too late, they all know. Your reputation has been good and ruined now.” He brushes his bangs away from his forehead, and Yoongi takes a minute to fully take in his beautiful boyfriend. He is dressed the most comfortably he has ever seen him in a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt. His hair is fluffy, falling in waves, and he’s wearing multiple bracelets on each wrist (he started wearing them all the time after he found out Yoongi liked them).

“You’ve been horrible on my reputation Taehyungie,” he complains lightheartedly.

Taehyung just grins and leans in to give him a peck on the lips. “I have to provide you with choices for movie night.” He grabs the bag he was carrying off the floor and pulls out three DVDs. Miss Congeniality, 27 Dresses, and Die Hard. “It was Jin’s turn to pick this week; however, he’s graciously allowed you to take his pick as long as you chose either Miss Congeniality or 27 Dresses. But, I snuck Die Hard in for you, so we can just say ‘oops, I accidently brought Die Hard and that’s what Yoongi picked for his first movie night so we have to watch that now’”

Yoongi frowns, “I don’t have a DVD player.”

“Yes you do. Halmeoni Bora had one. It’s in the first door of your TV stand.”

“Huh.” Yoongi looks at the three movies. He has an internal debate with himself, before he grabs the Die Hard DVD and shoves it under his bed. “No, you didn’t bring Die Hard. My choices were between 27 Dresses and the timeless classic Miss Congeniality. I very, very reluctantly chose Miss Congeniality because I had to.” He tells him seriously, giving him a stern look.

Taehyung giggles, “I won’t tell a soul hyung.” He puts 27 Dresses back in the bag and looks around Yoongi’s room. “You know, I was kind of worried that you’d be upset that I came here. I almost had this at Namjoon’s house instead. I was worried if you didn’t want to see my place, that you didn’t want me to see yours either.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “No not at all Taehyungie, it’s just,” he takes a look around his room and flushes deep red. “I haven’t redecorated since I moved in. The décor is … really embarrassing.” He glares at his kitten comforter. Why the fuck hasn’t he changed that yet?!

Taehyung giggles again, “no I like it hyung. It really suits you. The kittens are adorable!” Yoongi groans and buries his head in his hands causing Taehyung to laugh. He holds out his hand for Yoongi, “can you give me a tour hyung?”

When they make it back to the living room, all the furniture is pushed to the side and there is a large area in the middle full of blankets and bowls of food – popcorn, potato chips, yogurt covered pretzels, chocolate covered almonds, peanuts, m&ms, Pepero, choco pies, cookies, dried seaweed, and sesame seeds. As well as a ridiculous amount of alcohol. There were two bottles of wine, a bottle of soju, a bottle of vodka, and two bottles of rum.

“Oh my god,” Yoongi breathes as he stares at the spread on his living room floor.

“Guys!” Taehyung says loudly, catching everyone’s attention. “This is Yoongi hyung’s first movie night, so please go easy on him. No drinking games during the movie, I don’t want my little omega drunk and unable to fully experience the glory of his first movie night.”

“I can handle my alcohol,” Yoongi grumbles. He could drink Taehyung under the table with his eyes closed.

“Welcome Yoongi,” Jin says, opening his arms wide as though he isn’t sitting in Yoongi’s own living room. “Any PDA from the two of you and I’m pouring ice cubes down your shirt. I already have them ready in your freezer, so try me.”

“Aw, let the new couple be cute Jin,” Siyeon complains from Yoongi’s armchair. “Seeing Tae in love is the most wholesome shit. It clears your sinuses.”

Taehyung giggles and pulls Yoongi closer to his side, still holding his hand. “Maybe when you get a boyfriend, you’ll understand Jinnie hyung.”

“Not fair, Jungkookie and I aren’t allowed to do PDA. You shouldn’t get a pass just because you’re new,” Jimin complains.

Speaking of Jimin…

Yoongi zones in on the omega. “Park Jimin, how is it that you have a key to my house by the way?”

Jimin shrugs, unconcerned. “I made it.”

Yoongi blinks, “you what?!”

“Oh no, here we go,” Jiho grumbles.

“I’m going to put the movie in!” Taehyung says loudly. “I gave Yoongi hyung the choice between 27 Dresses and Miss Congeniality, and he very reluctantly chose Miss Congeniality!”

“I made it. I copied your spare. You’re welcome by the way.” Jimin continues, unconcerned.

“You’re welcome?!” Yoongi says, outraged. “Why would I be thankful that you illegally copied my key and broke into my house?!”

Jimin rolls his eyes, “don’t be so dramatic. You were home. If I didn’t have your key, and a situation arose like, I don’t know, hypothetically, you were having the worst heat of your life and hypothetically couldn’t get up to open the door. I could hypothetically get in and help you before you died.”

“Hypothetically, if that scenario did arise, I’m sure I could have hypothetically opened the door the first time, and then you could have hypothetically taken my spare for the rest of it ... hypothetically,” Yoongi adds on.

“Hypothetically, you didn’t open the door the first time, so hypothetically, you couldn’t. So hypothetically, you’re welcome. I’ve copied the keys of all my friends Yoongi hyung, and I saved Jungkook’s life because of it. I won’t apologize.” Jimin says stubbornly, starting to get annoyed himself.

“When did you copy my key?” Yoongi demands.

“After the first day I came here.” Jimin replies defiantly.

“Literally the first time you met me, you stole my key and copied it?!” Yoongi yells.

“Yes.”

“Okay, the movie is ready now!” Taehyung says loudly, looking worriedly between the two of them.

“You knew about this?” Yoongi asks, rounding on Taehyung.

“Not … technically,” Taehyung says uncomfortably. “I didn’t know that Jimin copied your key, but I’m not surprised that he did since he does it to everyone... his key cutting machine is in my basement.”

Yoongi stares at Taehyung with wide eyes. “And you think that’s okay?”

“No…?” says Taehyung slowly.

“He saved my life because of it.” Jungkook speaks up quietly from the couch. “I would have been dead if he didn’t have a key to my place when he did. “

“So the end justifies the means?” Yoongi challenges, not backing down. “That gives him a free pass to copy anyone’s key without their consent?”

“Okay, look,” Taehyung jumps in hastily. “Jimin, you really should ask before copying someone’s keys.” Yoongi scoffs. “Yoongi hyung, you need to understand why Jimin is a bit neurotic about this,” he gestures towards Jungkook, “and why it’s a touchy subject.”

“Break and enter-“ Yoongi begins.

“Being able to help someone when they live alone!” Jimin counters, cutting him off. “If no one else has access to your house, who’s going to help you in an emergency!?”

“You copied my key the first time you met me, I was a complete stranger.” Yoongi argues.

Jimin rolls his eyes, standing up now, face to face with Yoongi. “A complete stranger that Tae was infatuated with, that was Namjoon and the Kims’ neighbour, and was the grandson of a woman who was practically a grandmother to Tae. You weren’t the big bad mysterious stranger you thought you were. We formed a pack that day Yoongi, if you forget. We weren’t complete strangers when I left your house that day.”

“Okay, you both have a point.” Namjoon interjects firmly from his place on the floor. Yoongi gives him an incredulous look. “Yoongi’s, much stronger than Jimin’s,” he adds. “But does it really matter now? It happened, it’s in the past, you’re friends and packmates. It doesn’t matter anymore if Jimin has a key.”

“But it’s the way Jimin acquired the key.” Yoongi continues determinedly. The way that Jimin thinks what he did was perfectly fine and normal is what’s pissing him off. If he would just admit that it was a creepy fucking thing to do, they’d be on the same page.

“If I asked would you have said, ‘why yes, of course you can copy my key.’” Jimin says sarcastically.

“No.”

“And did the key come in useful?” Jimin presses, leaning forward into Yoongi’s space. “Have I ever used it for anything other than to help you … or open the door when I thought you knew I was coming?” He turns to give Namjoon a glare.

Yoongi sighs, suddenly exhausted. At this point they are just arguing in circles, both too stubborn to back down. “Look, next time, when I move into a new house-“

“I’ll ask you first before copying your key,” Jimin says quickly, looking apologetic now that he realizes Yoongi is backing down.

“No, I’ll just give you a spare key, you dumbass.” Yoongi says, exasperated.

Jimin laughs, his eyes crinkling up into crescents. “Aw Yoongi hyung, come here baby.” He closes the space between them and pulls Yoongi into a bone crushing hug. “I only had your key in case I needed to help you sweetheart. I didn’t mean for it to be creepy and invasive.”

“Stop hugging me.” Yoongi complains, standing stock stiff in Jimin’s hold. He can hear a few chuckles coming from behind him.

“Shh.” Jimin silences him, rubbing his hand over Yoongi’s head, like he’s soothing a wild animal. “It’s alright.”

“Go away.” He grumbles, reluctantly enjoying the petting.

“I love you too.” Jimin croons.

“Disgusting.”

“Tae, I get to cuddle Yoongi hyung for the night.” Jimin says, pulling Yoongi along to a free place on the floor stacked with blankets. “Deal with it.”

“Half the night.” Taehyung counters, taking a seat on the floor next to the two of them.  

“Fine.”

By the time Sandra Bullock started competing in the beauty pageant – sorry, scholarship program – Jimin had reluctantly let go of Yoongi, and Taehyung had taken over cuddling duty. They had to stop the movie on multiple occasions because Hobi kept getting up and blocking the view to snap pics of Yoongi and Taehyung cuddling, which he promptly sent to the group chat.

The rest of the group was honestly just as obnoxious about him and Taehyung as he expected. Hayoon and Siyeon squealed when Taehyung pulled Yoongi against him, and they both seemed to have an aneurism when Yoongi rested his head on Taehyung’s chest.

By the time the movie was over, Yoongi was half asleep on Taehyung’s chest and had given up fending off the others from taking pictures. He had long succumbed to his fate.

He mostly slept through the clean-up, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for not helping, seeing as they had all just crashed his house. Taehyung didn’t help either, and when the others complained about this fact, he said he had to take care of his drunk boyfriend. To which Yoongi promptly rolled his eyes; Taehyung had only permitted him to have one glass of soju.

The commotion from the clean-up had died down and Yoongi was almost asleep on Taehyung’s chest, when Jimin yelled over his head, “alright you two cuddle bugs, Jungkookie and I are going to turn in for the night. I know my way to Yoongi hyung’s bedroom, don’t worry, we don’t need an escort. Let us know if you want any blankets or anything from Yoongi hyung’s room!”

Yoongi blinked awake on Taehyung’s shoulder. Wait a minute… “what do you mean an escort to my room? Why the fuck do you think you’ll be sleeping in my room?”

“Jungkookie won your room when he correctly guessed what Miss Rhode Island’s answer for the ‘perfect date’ was. Your guess was April 23 in case you forgot.” Jimin scoffs.

“Amateur.” Jungkook chimes in.

“I don’t remember gambling my bedroom on that!” Yoongi argues, lifting his head off Taehyung’s shoulder and glaring at the pair.

“You gambled a favour on that. Sleeping in your bed for the night was the favour I cashed in. We went through this an hour ago,” Jungkook says innocently.

“He was half asleep at the time,” Taehyung chimes in, laughing quietly under his breath.

“I was half asleep and you let me allow Jungkook and Jimin to sleep in my bed?!” Yoongi accuses.

Taehyung shrugs, “it’s just for one night. What’s the problem?”

Yoongi’s eyes twitches. “Have you met them?”

“Yoongi hyung,” Jimin says exasperatedly, “we aren’t going to have sex in your bed, Jesus. I saw the, honestly impressive, amount of slick and sweat there was in that bed during your heat. I have some weird kinks but fucking on your sweat is not one of them.”

“Gross,” says Jiho, as she crosses the room with Siyeon, Hayoon and Namjoon. “…So, we’re leaving before this conversation gets any weirder.”

“Thank you for being so good about having us over Yoongi hyung,” Namjoon says, as he opens Yoongi’s front door, “and sorry for not warning you before hand. It completely slipped my mind after showing you my Rap Monster days,” he grimaces. “Never tell a soul about that by the way.”

Yoongi grins mischievously back. “No, I’m going to use it as blackmail for years. I saw that hairstyle you had Namjoon. I may or may not have discreetly snapped a pic of it.”

Namjoon groans as Jin and Hobi laugh. “Well, thanks for that. But honestly, we should do this again. Soon, yea?”

Yoongi nods and lays his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder to have an excuse not to make eye contact with Namjoon as he says, “yea, we will.”

“Have a good night guys!” Hayoon waves one last goodbye before shutting the front door behind them.

“Great, Jungkookie and I are off to Yoongi hyung’s bed! Knock before entering,” Jimin says cheerfully.

“Why did you even want to sleep in my bed Jungkook?” Yoongi complains.

“Jiminie hyung told me your bedspread was covered in kittens. I wanted to see that for myself… then take pics of it and post it all over the internet,” Jungkook grins cheekily at him.

Yoongi groans.

“Great, Hobi and I will stop there on our way to Yoongi’s studio to get pics as well. It didn’t seem appropriate to take any the last time I was here.” Jin adds in cheerfully, following Jimin and Jungkook down the hall.

“My studio?!” Yoongi yelps, sitting up again.

“Yea, Jin hyung and I are setting up sleeping bags in there,” Hobi says, shaking the sleeping bags in his arms at Yoongi helpfully. “We both drank too much to drive home.”

“Yea, so don’t mess around with my brother in the living room or I will hear you, and I will haunt you for the rest of your life. Alive or dead,” Jin warns darkly, before shutting the door to Yoongi’s studio behind him and Hobi.

Yoongi sits there in shock, looking at Taehyung laying on the pile of blankets next to him. The alpha gives him a wicked grin, “we should totally mess around.”

“I don’t remember inviting anyone to stay the night.”

“Jin hyung’s just bluffing, he doesn’t have the magic to haunt people. He can only clone himself; he never took the time to learn how to make an illusion of anything but himself.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“They’ve just made themselves at home.”

“Jiho can talk to animals though. She might be able to convince like, a snake or something to follow you around. That would be creepy.”

“I didn’t even invite any of them over in the first place.”

“I could haunt someone. With plants though, so not as freaky.”

“And now Jimin and Jungkook are in my bed!”

“You could haunt someone. If you make the ground move under them, that would be like a haunting. Make their floorboards creak and move and shit.”

“Taehyung! Focus!”

“Love,” Taehyung laughs, leaning towards Yoongi to pull him down to the ground with him so they are laying side by side. “Relax. Everything’s going to be fine. You have a couple friends, literally just sleeping in your house.” He rests his hand against Yoongi’s hip. “Are you saying you want me to leave?”

“No,” Yoongi says quietly, trying to make out Taehyung’s face in the dark.

“Really?” he asks, shifting closer. “Cus it kinda sounds like it. You didn’t ask me to stay the night, I’ve just made myself at home, and you didn’t invite me in the first place.”

Yoongi sighs, closing the distance between them to give Taehyung a sweet little peck on the lips. “You’re the only one I want to stay,” he tells him.

He can feel Taehyung smile against his lips as he presses back and deepens the kiss, sliding his lips against Yoongi’s, his scent spiking. “Yea?”

“Mmm,” Yoongi mumbles against Taehyung’s quickly deepening kiss. Fuck, Yoongi can feel himself getting aroused… and Jin is literally down the hall.

“This is the first time we’re sleeping together hyung,” Taehyung says excitedly, breaking the kiss. “Oh my god, no one can say we are a brand-new couple now! We’ve done all the couple stuff!”

“Taehyungie,” Yoongi complains, trying to kiss him again, but he just dodges him excitedly and sits up.

“Hyung, we’ve had our first fight, and we made up. I’ve kissed you enough times to know what your lips feel like blindfolded. We know each other’s coffee orders off by heart-“

“Three caramel shots, whipped cream and sprinkles in a decaf with three creams and three sugars can barely be considered a coffee order. It’s blasphemy is what it is.” Yoongi grumbles.

“You’ve met my parents,” Taehyung continues, ignoring Yoongi’s dig at his coffee order. “You’ve met my friends, and now they’re your friends so we have the same friend group! And now we’ll sleep together, and I’ll be able to tell everyone if you snore, and how cute you look when you sleep, and all the little habits you have, and what your bedhead looks like, and if your face is all puffy and cute first thing in the morning –“

Yoongi puts his hand over his mouth. “Taehyungie, relax. Stop overthinking everything. We don’t need to follow some checklist for being in a relationship. Sleeping together or not sleeping together does not make people more or less of a couple. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you, that makes us a couple… also, my face is not puffy in the morning.”

Taehyung smiles behind Yoongi’s hand before licking it, “ugh,” Yoongi complains, wiping it on his pant leg.

Taehyung swings his leg over Yoongi and straddles him, “I’ll be the judge of that hyung.”

“We’re not messing around while your brother’s just a thin wall away,” Yoongi says seriously, trying to keep a level head while the most beautiful man in the world is straddling him, smelling like his wet dream. He’s doing a pretty good job, all things considered.

“Yes we are,” Taehyung says cheekily, leaning in to kiss Yoongi’s nose.

“No, we aren’t.” Yoongi counters weakly.

“Maybe I can… convince you,” Taehyung breathes, his mouth a hair’s breadth away from Yoongi’s.

“I’d like to see you try,” Yoongi says, trying to sound firm, but his voice cracks.

Taehyung snakes a hand up Yoongi’s body and holds it gently around his neck.

Fuck. Yoongi’s brain short circuits, and slick leaks out of him just from the feel of Taehyung’s hand around his neck. God help him, he’s going to hell.

“What?” Taehyung asks innocently, his thumb pressing into his neck gently. “Why did your scent suddenly spike love? I’m just resting my hand against your neck.”

“Fuck you. You know how I feel about your hands,” Yoongi chokes out, doing his best to glare at Taehyung.

“Yea?” Taehyung asks, giving Yoongi’s neck a little squeeze with his index finger and thumb. Yoongi sees stars. He had no idea until this very moment that having a hand around his neck was his thing. “Is this where you’d like my hand Yoongi? Or would you rather it be somewhere else?”

Yoongi squirms in Taehyung’s hold as he kisses him, completely ignoring Taehyung’s dropping of the honorific, currently occupied with the man’s tongue in his mouth.

Taehyung licks into his mouth as his hand trails down Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi moans quietly and arches up into him, encouraging him to move his hand lower.

He does.

Yoongi lets out a cry that Taehyung quickly swallows as he cups Yoongi through his pants.

“Don’t be a tease this time,” Yoongi pants, pulling away from Taehyung’s spit slicked mouth.

“No? Have you been good?” Taehyung asks sweetly, sliding his fingers up to Yoongi’s fly.

“Yes,” Yoongi growls, reaching for Taehyung’s hands with his own and urging him on.

“Tell me what you want Yoongi,” Taehyung says darkly, stalling with his hands over Yoongi’s button.

“Touch me,” he says brokenly.

“Where? Be specific.”

“You know where,” Yoongi complains, trying to force Taehyung’s hands to continue their work on his fly.

“I need to hear you say it,” Taehyung counters, still not moving.

“Why?”

“Because I wanna hear that word on your tongue,” he whispers, leaning in. “Say it, or I’ll call it a pleasure pump for the rest of the night.”

Yoongi chokes and swats Taehyung on the back, “What the fuck, way to ruin the mood. I had almost forgotten that you use the stupidest fucking words to say dick.”

Taehyung leans back with a deep chuckle, “dick wasn’t the word I was looking for.”

“Wrap your hands around my cock Kim Taehyung or so help me god.” Yoongi growls.

“There it is,” Taehyung says throatily, fingers popping the button on his fly, “God, it’s even hotter when you say it all angry and growly like that.” He makes quick work of Yoongi’s zipper and pulls his pants down to his knees in one go, underwear and all.

Yoongi’s pulse spikes and his face heats up, not expecting the alpha to move so fast. Taehyung slowly drags his hands up Yoongi’s thighs with a throaty moan. “Fuck hyung,” he groans before wrapping his hand around Yoongi’s length.

Yoongi lets out a whine as Taehyung moans and crashes his mouth against his in a fierce kiss. “Oh my god, fuck hyung, you’re big. Shit.”

Yoongi lets out another moan as Taehyung slowly slides his hand to the top and circles his tip with his thumb. “You gotta be quiet love, unless you want Jin hyung to hear you.”

Yoongi swallows his next moan as Taehyung slides his hand back down his cock, hand now slick with his pre-cum.

Yoongi lifts his hands and grips the elastic of Taehyung’s sweatpants, pulling them down to mid-thigh. He isn’t wearing any underwear. What. The. Fuck.

Yoongi wraps his hand around Taehyung as he kisses him roughly again, opening his mouth up to the alpha.

Taehyung is now the one moaning too loudly as Yoongi slides his hand up his length. Fuck, Taehyung is hung. He is definitely longer and thicker than Yoongi is and it’s makes his mouth water. With Taehyung’s hand slowly sliding up and down his length, his tongue attacking his mouth, and his own hand wrapped around the biggest dick he’s ever held, Yoongi has never been more turned on. He can feel the blankets underneath him getting damp with slick, but he is so beyond the point of feeling any shame. Not even Jin walking in on them could make Yoongi stop at this point.

“I wanna see you hyung,” Taehyung says darkly, pulling away from Yoongi’s lips with a smack. He fumbles around on the blankets, before grabbing something in his right hand, his left still wrapped around Yoongi, deliciously stroking up and down his length.

The next moment Taehyung lights up the room with the light from his cellphone, and Yoongi swears. Taehyung has the phone light pointed towards their lower halves, and while Taehyung’s dick is delicious and long and tanned and smooth and just as beautiful as the rest of the alpha (literally god picks favourites), what makes Yoongi’s breath catch in his throat is the alphas hand wrapped around his own cock.

Oh. My. God. Taehyung’s long, slim, tan fingers are wrapped all the way around Yoongi’s dick in a way that they look almost elegant. He is wearing a ring on each finger and his bracelets are jingling right above Yoongi’s cock, making it look ten times more erotic.

The light from the phone flashes and Yoongi looks up into the shadow of Taehyung’s face. “Did you just take a picture?” Yoongi deadpans.

“For science,” Taehyung says innocently, giving Yoongi’s dick a squeeze.

He chokes. “Let me see.”

Taehyung chuckles darkly before turning his phone to Yoongi. And there it is, a high-quality photo of Taehyung’s god-like hand wrapped around Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi’s hand around Taehyung is also in the photo, as is a suspicious amount of Yoongi’s thighs. It’s pure art. “Send it to me,” Yoongi chokes as Taehyung slides his fingers over Yoongi’s length again.

“Done.” Taehyung says in his deep fucking voice, before turning off his phone light, throwing it aside and leaning back down to capture Yoongi’s mouth in a hot kiss, jerking him off in earnest now. “You’re so fucking pretty love,” Taehyung growls into his mouth as Yoongi mewls at the feel of Taehyung’s hand. Now that he has the visual, he’ll come any minute now; seeing Taehyung’s hand wrapped around him was too much. “Your cock is so big. Fuck. It’s so hot.” Taehyung continues mindlessly as Yoongi strokes him in time with Taehyung’s own hand on him. “Your thighs are so sexy, love. Next time, when my family isn’t in the next room, I’m gonna suck your thighs.”

Yoongi laughs, giving a warm swipe to the roof of Taehyung’s mouth. “Next time, your fingers aren’t going to be on me but in me.”

Taehyung laughs darkly back. “You let me eat your thighs and my fingers will be wherever you want them love.”

Yoongi throws his head back as Taehyung pants against his mouth. They are both close now, both of them working the other faster and faster. As Taehyung leans down and rubs his cheek into Yoongi’s scent gland, they both come with a stifled moan. Both throw a hand over their mouth as they come onto Yoongi’s stomach. Yoongi holds in his cries as much as possible, seeing stars as his orgasm rips through him.

When he can finally breathe again, he opens his eyes, and all he can see is the sparkle of Taehyung’s own eyes through the dark. “Don’t move hyung,” he whispers, slowly raising off of Yoongi.

He lays there waiting, lying on the floor in his own living room on blankets from Taehyung’s house, covered in cum and slick. If anyone walked out of one of Yoongi’s rooms right now, he’d never be able to live this down.

Thankfully, it’s Taehyung who returns a few minutes later with a damp cloth, and he gently wipes the bodily fluids off of Yoongi. He mutters a thanks, and Taehyung kisses him on the nose. “No, thank you, hyung.”

When Taehyung returns again, he lays down next to Yoongi and pulls the blankets over the two of them.

Yoongi is just about to pull his pants back up, realizing they were still around his knees, when Taehyung stops him. “Hyung…” he says quietly, “since we already have one illicit photo… think we could get a second?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “You wanna put your hand somewhere else, Taehyungie?”

“I think my hand would only ruin the shot I have in mind.”

“And what do you have in mind?”

“Turn over.” Taehyung commands.

Yoongi’s arousal comes back with a vengeance. “Jesus, Taehyung.” He breathes, but he turns over as he’s told.

Taehyung pulls the blankets off him, exposing his ass and thighs to the cool room air.

Yoongi can see a flash of light and hear Taehyung swear. “You’re going to be the death of me hyung,” he groans, covering Yoongi back up again.

Yoongi turns and takes the phone from Taehyung. “Your turn. If we’re going to hell, might as well do it thoroughly.”

He can see Taehyung grin through the light from his phone. “Try not to faint hyung,” he says cheekily, turning over and sliding his sweatpants down his thighs.

Yoongi doesn’t faint, but does feel lightheaded at the sight of Taehyung’s bare ass illuminated by the phone light. His ass is a work of art all on its own: plump and toned and tanned and connected to a Greek god.

Yoongi snaps a pic and gives Taehyung’s ass a little slap. Taehyung yelps then giggles, taking the phone back from Yoongi as he turns onto his back again and pulls up his pants.

“Send those to me,” Yoongi says.

“Of course,” Taehyung giggles.

Yoongi’s phone dings and he picks it up to a pic of his own ass. Damn, it actually looks good. The angle is very flattering, his ass standing out from the arch in his back and thin thighs. Actually… there is a hell of a lot of thigh in this photo. “Damn Taehyungie, you accidentally got some of my ass in this pic of my thighs.”

Taehyung giggles again, “and I don’t regret it. If you’re allowed to almost blow your load at a pic of my hand around your dick, I’m allowed to indulge in my thigh fetish.”

Yoongi laughs quietly and pulls Taehyung close. Taehyung wraps his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders and lets him rest his head on his chest. Yoongi sighs, feeling perfectly content.

“I’m so happy hyung,” Taehyung whispers, kissing the top of his head.

“That’s because you just came,” Yoongi replies dryly.

Taehyung chuckles, “yea that, and I finally know what my ass looks like from the back,” he holds his phone up so he can see the picture Yoongi just took. “I’ve never had anyone to take a pic of it before. It looks good, damn.”

Yoongi laughs, “I agree.”

“I should send this to Jimin, he’d be proud,” Taehyung opens up a chat with Jimin on his phone, then freezes. “Wait, sorry, that would be weird for you wouldn’t it?” Taehyung asks, looking down at Yoongi apologetically.

“Do you normally send pics of your ass to Jimin?” Yoongi asks, genuinely curious.

“No, he usually sends pics to me.”

“Of course he does. Naked?”

“No. He usually sends a pic if he looks particularly good in a pair of pants or something. Although, he did send a naked side shot before and after pic when he did a 7-day juice cleanse,” Taehyung says thoughtfully.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “juice cleanses are fake and don’t work… let me see the pics.”

Taehyung laughs, but diligently scrolls back through his text history with Jimin. Yoongi sees a couple pics of him in tight leather pants (his ass does look good, damn), before Taehyung reaches a naked side-view of one of Jimin’s ass cheeks.

Alright. Yoongi is man enough to admit to a nice ass cheek when he sees one. “Plump,” he comments.

Taehyung bursts out laughing, “I’m going to tell him you said that.”

“Please don’t.”

Taehyung then scrolls to a pic at the same angle from the week before.

Yoongi squints, “looks the same, he’s just flexing in the after shot. As I said, juice cleanses are bullshit.”

“I’m gonna tell him you said that too,” Taehyung announces cheerfully, typing out a text. Yoongi rolls his eyes. “So yay or nay to me sending the ass pic to Jiminie? I totally understand if you don’t want me to. Just so you know, he hasn’t sent me any pics of his ass since we started dating. And obviously, I haven’t sent any to him. Jimin and I have the most platonic relationship known to man which is why he comfortably sends me ass pics while being disgustingly in love with Jungkookie. But again, I understand if it’s uncomfortable for you. In retrospect, it’s kinda weird.”

Yoongi leans in and scents Taehyung lightly, reassuring him. “I’d be uncomfortable if I hadn’t met Jimin and Jungkook. But unfortunately, I have. I’m more worried about Jimin sending ass pics to me unsolicited than to you at this point.”

Taehyung giggles. “Oh yea, he’d like an ass pic from you.”

“He’s seen my ass.”

“I know, he talks about it frequently.”

“Excuse me?!” Yoongi asks outraged. Taehyung laughs as his phone dings with Jimin’s text back.

Jimin: Tell Yoongi hyung HE’S bullshit

…

I think that’s the best compliment ive ever gotten

Im gonna put min yoongi called my ass plump on my resume

This is life changing

Thank u for telling me tae I can die happy

And if hed like more pics of my ass to drool over, Im more than happy to provide

Yoongi glares at Taehyung’s phone. “Send it.” He says seriously.

“Send what?” Taehyung asks, busy giggling over Jimin’s texts.

“Your ass pic you wanted to send,” Yoongi replies.

Taehyung’s eyes widen and he looks down at Yoongi. “You serious?”

“Yes.”

“We’re going to hell.”

“Definitely.”

Taehyung sends off the pic with no explanation. They both wait there, staring at Taehyung’s phone, wondering how they got here in life.

About five seconds later, Jimin replies.

Jimin: That’s nice Tae. Now send Yoongis

They both look at each other trying to keep a straight face. “Don’t you dare,” Yoongi says, trying and failing to keep the smile off his face.

“I would never,” Taehyung replies seriously.

They both stare at each other for another beat. “We’re going to hell,” Yoongi repeats.

Taehyung nods emphatically, “in a handbasket.”

And this time it’s Yoongi that sends the text.

They hear a shout come from Yoongi’s bedroom. “I can already tell I’ve made a huge mistake,” Yoongi says gravely while Taehyung giggles uncontrollably. “What are we? Teenagers?”

“I think we’re creators of amateur porn at this point,” Taehyung laughs, kissing Yoongi on the head.

Jimin: asdfkahsdfsdjflkjd

i cant believe yoonles agreed to that. ily too yoongi hyung <3

hes so pretty it’s a criiiiimmme

im one step closer to eating him

…

tell yoongi hyung thanks, i needed some fap material

Taehyung chokes, and Yoongi shuts down the chat and throws Taehyung’s phone across the room. “That’s what we get for indulging in sin,” Yoongi tells him seriously.

Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi tighter against his chest and burying his face in his hair. He sighs against the top of his head. “I’m just so happy we’re here hyung. I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

Yoongi tightens his hold on Taehyung’s shirt, “ew, don’t change the subject to something sappy.”

“All you have to say is that you’re happy too,” Taehyung teases.

Yoongi sighs and closes his eyes, making himself comfortable on Taehyung’s chest. “I can’t believe you’re mine either Taehyungie. Now go to sleep… on my living room floor, while fucking intruders sleep in my bedrooms.”

“Goodnight to you too hyung.”

Chapter Text

It’s been three weeks since movie night crashed his house, three weeks since Jimin got up early on Saturday morning to kindly help them air their scents out from the night before, and three weeks since the airing out didn’t work and Jin lost his shit and started throwing ice cubes at them from across the room.  

All in all, it had been a relaxing three weeks once he got over all the death threats sent his way via Jin through the group chat.

Yoongi actually had legitimate reasons to miss the past three movie nights; however, he will now be subjected to The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants next week to show him how to be a team player and not plan deadlines and business meetings during the team building that is movie night.

Taehyung was also pretty put out that Yoongi had been working extra hard and unable to see him every day like the first few weeks, which is why he now finds himself at 8 pm on the Saturday night after his third missed movie night, standing outside Taehyung’s ‘manor’.  

Manor is definitely the right word for it; his house is colossal. It’s about five stories tall, full of windows, and just reeks of old money. One particularly notable feature is a large, beautiful stain glass window on the very top story. It catches the light of the quickly setting sun as Yoongi looks up at it. It’s breathtaking.

The reasoning for Yoongi to be standing in front of this palace for the first time went a little like this…

6:08 pm 1 week earlier

Taehyungie: Hyuuuuung! Who schedules a meeting on a Saturday???!!! :(

Yoongi My Love <3: Not me that’s who

My boss did

The group is having their comeback on Tuesday. It’s a bit hectic right now

Sorry Taehyungie

Taehyungie: :(((((((((((((((((

I haven’t seen u all week

Jin hyung’s been way too happy

We need to fix that

Yoongi My Love <3: As appalling as Jin’s happiness is to me, I really can’t bail on this meeting

Taehyungie: When will u be back?

Yoongi My Love <3: If I leave after the meeting, I’ll be back around 8 pm Saturday

Taehyungie: Can we do something Saturday night? I dont work Sunday

Yoongi My Love <3: Sure

Taehyungie: !!!!!!!!!!!

IT’S A DATE!

OUR SECOND OFFICIAL DATE!

UNLESS YOU COUNT UR FIRST MOVIE NIGHT AS A DATE?

Yoongi My Love <3: ew no, ur brother was there

Taehyungie: THEN ITS OUR SECOND OFFICIAL DATE AND I’M PLANNING IT

FROM START TO FINISH

THIS ONE IS MINEEEEE!!!!

Yoongi My Love <3: k

Taehyungie: HYUUUUNG! BE MORE EXCITED ABOUT IT!

Yoongi My Love <3: KK

Taehyungie: Good enough.

I already know what I want to do on this date, Ive been planning it since I met u

Yoongi My Love <3: You … what??

Taehyungie: I want u to come to my manor hyung

Yoongi My Love <3: Your MANOR??

Your house is a fucking MANOR?

Taehyungie: Yes.

Have u really never driven by it yet??

I told u I have 27 bedrooms

Yoongi My Love <3: Jesus.

Taehyungie: Youve been avoiding me and my manor hyung.

We need to fix this.

I want u in my home.

Come over after 8 when u get back from ur meetings

Yoongi My Love <3: do I need to bring anything?

Taehyungie: Yourself.

…..

And maybe a toothbrush

Yoongi My Love <3: …..

…will I be… staying over?

Taehyungie: …do u want to?

Yoongi My Love <3: depends … do u want me to?

Taehyungie: just answer the fvcking question hyung

Yoongi My Love <3: you first

Taehyungie: omg and u think ur the mature one

Yes Yoongi hyung, I want u to stay over… so maybe bring a change of clothes too

Yoongi My Love <3: okay

Taehyungie: do u want to stay over?

Yoongi My Love <3: I just said okay

Taehyungie: okay isnt a yes

Yoongi My Love <3: It literally means the same thing

Taehyungie: just say yes hyung

Yoongi My Love <3: YES

R U HAPPY NOW???

Taehyungie: okay

Yoongi My Love <3: ….

Fuck u

Taehyungie: U SEE HOW THEY R NOT THE SAME THING!

Yoongi My Love <3: u know what, maybe I change my mind now, maybe I don’t wanna stay the night

Taehyungie: lol

Dont believe u

U want my cock

Yoongi My Love <3: TAEHYUNG!

Taehyungie: and my fingers … actually u prob want my fingers more than my cock…

Not complaining tho

Yoongi My Love <3: not gonna show up at all at this rate

Taehyungie: ;))))))

See u at 8 hyung <3

Yoongi My Love <3: We’ll see…

So yea, it’s 8 pm on the dot and Yoongi is nervous as fuck. He’s here at Taehyung’s house, they’ve been dating for well over a month now, and Taehyung’s invitation to stay the night hinted very heavily at sex. Yoongi hasn’t had sex in years. He hasn’t had really good sex ever. And while he knows that Taehyung’s been celibate for years as well, his stomach still rolls with nerves. So far, their heated make out and grinding/jerking off sessions have been amazing and natural, but both of them were unplanned. This is premeditated, planned out. Yoongi is coming here on the expectation that the night will end in hot sex. It’s a lot of pressure to say the least. Especially considering that the person on the other side of said hot sex is Kim Taehyung: God in human form.   

“Hey, Yoongi love?” Taehyung’s voice breaks Yoongi out of his thoughts, and he looks up to see Taehyung poking his head out the front door with a goofy grin on his face. “You gonna stand out here freaking out all night or…?”

Yoongi flushes a deep red. “Shut up, I was admiring your manor.”

“Uh huh,” says Taehyung, still grinning. “Relax hyung.”

“I’m relaxed,” Yoongi defends, winding his way through Taehyung’s twisted walkway up to his porch, studying his shoes intently.

“You look it. Did you get a sunburn?” Taehyung asks sarcastically, big boxy smile on display.

Yoongi reaches Taehyung and finally looks up at the alpha. His breath catches. He looks incredible. His hair is wavy and being held back from his face with a bandana giving Yoongi a full, unencumbered view of his forehead, and it is something. Yoongi feels like a Victorian man seeing ankle for the first time. How can someone’s forehead be sexy?

He is also wearing a loose, flowy green shirt with little sunflowers on it that has a plunging fucking vee and god save Yoongi, but his Victorian man is coming out again at the sight of Taehyung’s collarbones.

He pans his gaze down the alpha and sees his collection of bracelets and rings (send help), a pair of casual black pants, and bare feet. He looks effortlessly beautiful.

“Do you need a minute?” Taehyung asks him cheekily, and Yoongi snaps his eyes back up to his.

He’s blushing again. “Just taking you in, in your natural habitat.”

Taehyung giggles, and leans down to give Yoongi a sweet peck on the lips. “My natural habitat is complete now that you’re here.”

“Disgusting.”

Taehyung giggles again and takes Yoongi’s hand to lead him into the house.

It’s huge. The front door opens into a grand entry way with two winding staircases leading up to a second-floor balcony that has its own grand set of winding staircases leading up to a third floor and fourth floor.

The main entry way has marble floors. Marble floors. “I’m shocked Jin hyung didn’t insist on living here,” Yoongi deadpans. It is just ridiculously ostentatious enough for Jin’s taste.

“Oh, he does live here,” Taehyung confirms, leading Yoongi into a formal sitting room on the right. “The deed is just technically in my name. This is really the family house, it’s too big for one person. Jiho noona lives here too and my parents have a bedroom claimed; they stop by on weekends.”

Yoongi tenses as he looks around the lavishly decorated sitting room. “It’s the weekend right now…” he says slowly.

“Obviously, they aren’t coming over this weekend.” Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“And where are Jin hyung and Jiho noona?”

“I kicked them out for the night,” Taehyung says casually, pulling Yoongi along into a formal dining room. “Jiho noona is at Hayoon noona’s and Jinnie hyung’s at Joonie hyung’s.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows at that. “Really?”

Taehyung next guides him to the kitchen. The whole house is expensively decorated and extravagant and the kitchen is no different. There are literally two stoves. Who the fuck needs two stoves?

Taehyung sighs. “The idiot brought Hobi with him,” he shakes his head and looks down at Yoongi in frustration. “I keep trying to get those dumbasses together, but they are just too fucking dense. At this point Jin hyung deserves to be sad and alone.”

“The other day, Namjoon did strongly hint to me that he was in love with a friend of his … granted he didn’t say who that friend was, it could have been Hobi for all I know, but he was pseudo asking for my opinion on what he should do in the most awkwardly transparent way possible.” Yoongi supplies, as Taehyung brings him through some formal offices and another formal sitting room. This house is endless.

Taehyung’s eyes light up. “What did you tell him?”

Yoongi flinches remembering his answer. In hindsight, he could have just lied and told Namjoon he would have gone for it, no question. “Uh… well, I told him that if I was in his place, I would have done nothing about it and died alone.” He cringes.

Taehyung swats him on the shoulder as he leads him into the first informal space of the house. It is a cozy sitting room with a large projector on the wall and a pile of blankets spread out on the floor. This must be where they normally had movie nights. “Hyuuung! What the fuck!?”

“I’m sorry, but he asked me what I would have done!” Yoongi defends.

“You should have lied!”

“I know that now!” Yoongi huffs, “I did tell him that he should just go for it and not do what I would have done.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Great hyung, that’s the advice Kookie and I have been giving him for years. You know what would have been more helpful?” Yoongi flinches, anticipating the rest of his sentence. “Telling him that he was an idiot and of course you would have confessed, and that you were shocked he hasn’t!” Taehyung finishes in a huff and plops himself down on the sofa.

“Yea you’re right, but oddly enough that didn’t even occur to me,” Yoongi says apologetically.

Taehyung takes his hand and pulls him down onto the sofa next to him. “It’s okay hyung, you’re such a good man. Only God can help those two now.” He pulls him in close and throws his arm around his shoulders. Yoongi notices his favourite yogurt covered pretzels are on the table and a bottle of fake wine. “So, do you wanna hear what step one of my dream date with Min Yoongi is?” Taehyung asks cheerfully, changing the subject.

“Making sure he has his favourite snack and a non-alcoholic beverage?” Yoongi asks dryly. Taehyung picking out a fake wine is hilarious to him; as though he couldn’t down an entire bottle of wine and feel fine afterwards.

“Well, that is an important part, but nope.”

“I know you told me not to bring anything, but I did bring a bottle of soju,” Yoongi says, pointing towards his overnight bag he’d left by the door.

“That’s so sweet hyung,” Taehyung says, booping Yoongi’s nose. “But anyway, back to step one of my dream date: Step one is finding a way to listen to Min Yoongi’s sexy assed voice for hours.” Yoongi raises his eyebrows and snuggles into Taehyung, getting comfortable. This should be good. “My initial thought was to let you do something you love, like make music. But after working with you for weeks now, I know that you’re actually quite quiet when you’re concentrating. So that was no good.” He casually lifts Yoongi’s thigh over his own and intertwines one of their hands. His other hand grabs the TV remote. “You are, however, quite vocal when you dislike something.” Taehyung grins at him, a gleam in his eyes.

“Oh no,” Yoongi says, feeling the dread kick in. “I’m going to pay for going on all those rants, aren’t I?”

Taehyung grins mischievously, “It’ll be fun hyung, don’t worry. I wanna watch a bad Vanessa Hudgens Christmas movie with you!” Yoongi blinks. “Have you ever seen one?”

“Never had the pleasure,” Yoongi replies.

Taehyung’s grin grows, “Excellent. You’re in for a treat then. We’ll be watching The Knight Before Christmas spelled K N I G H T.”

Yoongi stares wide eyed at Taehyung, appalled. “Is that terrible pun a horrible foreshadowing for the rest of the movie?”

Taehyung laughs, “oh yea, you’ll love it!” He pulls Yoongi closer to give him a sweet kiss on the forehead before switching on the TV.

Yoongi has to admit that Taehyung’s plan was a good one if he wanted to hear Yoongi talk. Because boy oh boy does he have some things to say about this movie.

-

“She just met him, a strange man who’s carrying around a sword, and she decides to invite him to her house?! That is pretty privilege in action right there Taehyungie. I guarantee if he was fifty and overweight, she’d be washing her hands with him instantly!” Taehyung is laughing so hard by now there are tears in his eyes… and they’re only, like, 10 minutes in. “Oh and another thing!” Yoongi continues to rant as Vanessa Hudgens stupidly takes the handsome stranger home. “He obviously didn’t pass the psych evaluation in the hospital, so they decided to not only let him leave – I mean that’s fine. But why the fuck would they give him his sword back?! Or allow it in a hospital for that matter?! It’s a weapon!”

-

“Why the fuck would she give him her car?! Doesn’t she believe him when he said he was a medieval knight?! He proved the first time she drove him that he had no idea what a car even was! And now she thinks it’s a good idea to just give away her car to the stranger she just met yesterday?!”

-

“You just met him!!!” Yoongi yells at the screen for the fifth time, throwing a yogurt covered pretzel at it. “Who cares if he’s hot! This is so stupid!”

-

“Why would his brother just tell him to leave?! Is this ancient Europe or what?! ‘Oh yea dude, just leave everything and all your responsibilities behind cus you like some girl dude, yea totally cool.’ Yes, something that was definitely done in medieval England!”

-

“Oh my God, they didn’t even try to make it even a little bit realistic! Like, zero effort put in whatsoever!” Yoongi fumes as the credits start to roll, reluctant to admit that he’s been really enjoying himself. He has to give credit to Taehyung where it’s due – he really knows Yoongi, because despite never having watched one together, he knew Yoongi would really enjoy ranting at a bad movie.

The alpha in question is currently doubled over in laughter wiping tears from his eyes. It is the same state he’s been in all movie, Yoongi’s constant dialogue causing him to burst out in hysterics repeatedly. “Oh Yoongi hyung, I love you.” He says wistfully through his tears.

Yoongi blinks as Taehyung suddenly freezes. He looks up at Yoongi with shock in his eyes, “I mean, no I don’t!” He shouts, jumping up from his spot on the couch. “I didn’t say that. You heard nothing hyung!” Taehyung yells, panicking. “You didn’t hear me say anything! I’m delirious from crying… I’m drunk… I’m… YOU NEED TO SEE MY GARDEN HYUNG!” Taehyung yells nonsensically.

“Uh…” Yoongi says, thoroughly confused by Taehyung’s sudden outburst. “What?”

“My garden hyung, I made it, you have to-!” Taehyung cuts off suddenly and throws a hand over his mouth. “I mean, I DIDN’T SAY THAT EITHER! Oh my god!”

Yoongi stands up slowly, holding his hands out in front of him cautiously as he approaches a hyperventilating Taehyung. “It’s okay Taehyungie, relax,” he says as soothingly as possible. He has no idea what is going on.

Taehyung takes a deep breath. “Hyung, I want to show you something,” he says after a long moment, sounding slightly more calm.

“Okay,” Yoongi says patiently.

“I want you to forget everything I’ve said for the last minute and come see my… my…” he pauses, looking around almost desperately. “Fire ant collection,” he finishes lamely.

“Your … fire ant collection.” Yoongi repeats slowly.

“Yes,” says Taehyung, brightening up now. “It’s really… uh, big, and I want to show it to you… blindfolded.” He finishes by pulling a black satin scarf out of his pocket.

“Wait what?” Yoongi asks, looking from the blindfold to Taehyung, alarmed.

“Yes, I want my collection’s location to be a surprise.” Taehyung explains simply, shaking the scarf at him.

“Uh, I think fire ant collections are best approached with both eyes open,” Yoongi objects as Taehyung moves behind him to wrap the scarf around his eyes.

“Nonsense, where’s the element of surprise then?” Taehyung says pleasantly, seemingly recovered from his earlier panic attack as he ties the scarf into a knot at the back of Yoongi’s head.

“Do you actually have a fire ant collection Taehyung? Because if you do I swear to god, you better take this blindfold off. I’m not going to approach fire ants blindfolded!”

Taehyung grabs his hips and gives him a little nudge, guiding him out of the room. “Don’t worry hyung I’m right here, I’ll guide you safely… towards the ants.”

“So step two of your date was to lead me blindfolded towards a bunch of biting insects?? Is this some sort of fucked up trust exercise?”

Taehyung kisses the back of his neck. “We’re almost there.”

Yoongi tenses slightly as he feels a cool breeze. Taehyung has led them outside. “Are they just roaming free?!” Yoongi asks in alarm.

“No hyung, just wait one minute.” He feels Taehyung brush past him, “don’t move and don’t take off the blindfold until I say so.”

Yoongi stands there feeling like an absolute idiot as he waits for Taehyung’s signal. He’s finding himself itchy, just thinking of the ants. He shifts from foot to foot, praying Taehyung will just get on with it.

“Okay hyung, open your eyes!” Taehyung yells from a distance.

“You mean take off the blindfold,” Yoongi says dryly, working at the knot.

“Shit, yes, that’s what I meant.”

Yoongi unties the blindfold and takes it off. His mouth drops open.

Before him, bathed in twinkling fairy lights, is a rustling flower garden. There is a stone walkway leading from the landing Yoongi is on, and winding through the garden full of very specific, very familiar flowers. The whole garden is alive and swaying side to side in what Yoongi has now learned to recognize as excitement. Directly in front of him, leaning into the path, are two massive lilac bushes that Yoongi, despite not being a plant mage, can recognize as the two from Taehyung’s store that always made him pet them before they would let him by. They seem to be guarding the entrance of the garden, as behind them, the fairy lights stretch on deep behind the house twining around what mostly look like rose bushes. Large lilac roses wind their way through the path, along with their multi-coloured counterparts, and all seem to be pointing towards the end of the path where the fairy lights illuminate one Kim Taehyung, standing there with his hands behind his back, looking nervous as he takes in Yoongi’s reaction.

Yoongi is speechless as he makes his way down the steps and towards the first two lilac bushes.

“Do you recognize the flowers hyung?” Taehyung asks him, voice barely above a whisper, yet Yoongi can hear every word. “This garden is full of your biggest fans. Every plant here knows you… and loves you.”

Yoongi’s throat chokes up as he gives the lilacs a light pet and they part for him, allowing him access to the rest of the garden.

As Yoongi passes the flowers, they reach out to touch him, and he reaches back, running his fingers gently along the leaves.

The flowers shiver in his wake and continue to vibrate excitedly as Yoongi slowly makes his way towards Taehyung. The fairy lights illuminate alphas face and accentuate the sharp lines of his jaw and nose, casting half his face in shadow and half in beautiful twinkling light. He looks like an angel.

“Every plant volunteered,” Taehyung continues as he watches Yoongi slowly approach, the look on his face unreadable. “I specifically selected the flowers who wouldn’t shut up about you, the ones who would ask me every day when you were coming, and the ones that would gush about you after you left. When I told them about the garden, these were the enthusiastic volunteers,” Taehyung raises his arms, indicating the garden at large. “It was actually lucky you couldn’t visit last week hyung, you missed the move out of all the plants. It was quite the commotion.”

Yoongi finally reaches Taehyung at the end of the path. The flowers here are much smaller than the others: little petunias and daisies. “The ones who fell in love with you after being in a ‘Yoongi Station’,” Taehyung supplies, as Yoongi leans down to lightly brush the little plants.

Yoongi straightens and is now face to face with Kim Taehyung. He blinks furiously as the alpha observes him softly, eyes burning with affection. “Love,” Taehyung begins, stepping forward to take Yoongi’s hands in his. Yoongi has to look away. “I made this for you, because I wanted you to have a place here that is all yours. This is my home, and I want you to have a place in it too, like you have a place in my heart. I want you to come here and feel loved. This garden loves you, not as much as I do but still,” he gives a nervous little laugh, “because I love you Min Yoongi. I’m so ridiculously in love with you and I have been for an embarrassingly long time. I kept waiting to tell you, worrying about when the socially acceptable time was, but then you kept telling me that we don’t need to follow society’s standards, that we can do things at our own pace. So then I planned for an elaborate confession in a garden I surprised you with, bathed in moonlight, and definitely not after watching a terrible movie and blurting out that I had a garden. But of course, I mess up everything when it comes to you.” Taehyung gives a little laugh as Yoongi’s throat constricts and tears slip down his cheeks, the omega unable to keep the emotion in any longer. “I can feel how every moment you’re with me, you’re afraid that this will all be ripped away, and it makes me sad to see you hesitate, and worry. I know you haven’t had an easy life Yoongi hyung, so I wanted you to know how much you are loved, not just by me, but by my plants, and our friends, each and every one of whom had a hand in helping me create this. Whether it was planting or watering, or moving, or setting up the fairy lights… or cooking lunch while everyone else worked.” Taehyung grins, “that last one was Jin hyung by the way.”

Yoongi nods and gives him a watery smile, still unable to look up at the alpha, consumed with emotion. “I want you to know that you always have a place here, with us. We all love you, but none more than I do. I’ve never loved anyone like this before Min Yoongi and it’s really overwhelming, and I am prone to overthink things, so I’m going to need you to say something love.”

Yoongi chokes back a sob as he finally forces himself to look up into Taehyung’s eyes, which are brimming with emotions just like Yoongi’s except his tears are still unshed, waiting on his lower lids as though for some signal to tell them when to fall. Yoongi opens his mouth, but only a sob comes out so he pulls Taehyung to him and hugs him tightly as he cries on his shoulder, hoping he can express all of his feelings into the hug.

Taehyung seems to understand as he hugs him back tightly.

He doesn’t know how long they stay like that until he finally gets himself under control and wipes the remaining tears on the back of his hand. “I love you too Kim Taehyung,” is all he can manage to say before he has to bury his face into his neck again to ward off another wave of tears.

Taehyung squeezes him tightly. “You don’t have to say it back hyung,” he says quietly, his voice sounding as broken as Yoongi’s.

“Well I did, so fucking deal with it.” Yoongi snaps back. “I love you and I’m going to fucking tell you.”

Taehyung laughs as Yoongi finally relinquishes him from the embrace. Taehyung’s eyes are shining with tears as he gives Yoongi the biggest smile he’s ever seen. “I’m so happy hyung,” he says reverently.

Yoongi gives him a watery, gummy smile back. “Yea, me too Taehyungie.” He wipes his eyes and looks back around the garden, “this is,” he gestures helplessly, “fuck Taehyung, I’ll never be able to pay you back.”

Taehyung laughs, “you don’t have to pay me back hyung, it’s a gift.” He takes his hand and squeezes.

“I still feel obligated,” Yoongi objects.

“Well don’t.” He says simply.

“Maybe next time,” Yoongi begins, looking exasperatedly up at his ridiculous, beautiful alpha. “Don’t make me think I’m walking blind towards a horde of fire ants!”

Taehyung blushes, “I panicked hyung!” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “but…” he begins slowly, as he leads Yoongi through the garden, hand in hand. “I could think of a way you could maybe repay me…” he trails off, still red in the face.

“Yes, fuck me Kim Taehyung,” Yoongi says quickly, squeezing Taheyung’s hand as he looks him dead in the eye.

He can see Taehyung’s pupils dilate and smell his scent thicken. Yoongi inhales his favourite autumn leaves scent, feeling his own pick up as well.

“Would you like that hyung?” Taehyung asks quietly, as they re-enter the kitchen and close the backdoor behind them.

“Yes,” Yoongi says quickly.

Taehyung looks to a basket on the counter, then turns back to Yoongi with a mischievous little smile, “would you like to play a game hyung?”

“In bed, yes.” Yoongi answers, feeling apprehensive about the look in Taehyung’s eye.

“How about, before bed?” Taehyung asks, reaching into the basket and pulling out a clothes pin, “raise the stakes a little.”

“Why the fuck would we need to raise the stakes?” Yoongi asks, looking worriedly at the clothes pin. Taehyung isn’t into nipple clamping, is he? Maybe they should have gone over their kinks first.

“Makes it more exciting,” he clips the clothes pin to Yoongi’s nose. Yoongi immediately removes it. “I’ll tell you the rules of the game hyung, and you can decide if you wanna play.”

“Okay, fair. Go ahead.” Yoongi allows, mildly intrigued.

“As you know, there are 27 bedrooms in this house. Only one of them is mine.”

“Yes…”

“You would prefer to have sex in my room as opposed to, say, Namjoon’s room, correct?”

“Fucking yes,” Yoongi says, appalled.

“Then the object of the game is simple hyung: find my bedroom,” he points down to the clothes pin in Yoongi’s hand, “but you have to do it without your sense of smell.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow. He would normally be able to smell Taehyung’s scent at least several meters outside of his room, but if his nose was plugged…

“You can choose any one of the 27 doors, the first doorknob you touch will be the room we have sex in. You can’t change your mind once we enter.” Taehyung explains, eyes glinting.

Yoongi leans back, intrigued. It’s a terrible idea, but he can already feel a smile forming. “We’re going to hell.”

Taehyung laughs happily, “not if you choose the right door.”

Yoongi crosses his arms, “what are the stats? Who else has bedrooms here?”

“Okay, Min Yoongi, here are your odds,” Taehyung begins cheekily. “One bedroom belongs to my parents.”

Yoongi makes a face, “definitely not.”

“I really hope you don’t pick that one either. One bedroom belongs to Joonie hyung, one to Hayoon noona, one to Siyeon noona and one to Hobi hyung.”

Yoongi nods, counting in his head. “Okay.”

“Two bedrooms belong to Jiho noona, three bedrooms belong to Jin hyung, two bedrooms belong to Jiminie, one belongs to Jungkookie, and two are Jimin and Jungkook’s shared bedrooms.”

“Jesus, how many rooms does Jimin need?”

“Four, apparently.”

Yoongi adds it up in his head. “So, 15 bedrooms are taken by other people, one is yours, and 11 are just empty?”

Taehyung nods, grinning. “Yes, the unoccupied bedrooms are either spare rooms with dusty old beds that haven’t been touched in a century, or studies… so there will be a desk for us at least.”

Yoongi flushes again. “Right… so you only have one bedroom, but Jin hyung has three?”

“Yes,” Taehyung says simply. “How many do I need?”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow, “Jiho noona and Jimin also have more than one.”

Taehyung nods, “that’s true.” He’s smiling his big boxy smile.

Yoongi grins back, and places the clothes pin back on his nose, “alright, fine, you’re on. Let’s play.”

Taehyung gives an excited whoop and intertwines their hands. “Lead the way love.”

Yoongi starts up the first set of staircases to the second floor, “if I pick Jin hyung’s, Jiho noona’s or your parent’s room, I’m killing you.”

“Not if I kill you first,” Taehyung says lightly.

Yoongi gets to the second-floor landing and looks at the large selection of doors. “How many floors are there?”

“There are three floors of bedroom entrances.” Taehyung says evasively.

“So, this is the first floor, and there are two more above this?” Yoongi clarifies.

Taehyung nods.

Yoongi immediately heads towards the stairs to the next floor. The second floor is too easy. Yoongi would choose a bedroom on the second floor, but Taehyung? No way. The idiot would choose the top floor, no doubt.

Yoongi doesn’t even pause to look at the doors on the third floor before immediately going up the stairs again. Taehyung is oddly silent next to him, letting Yoongi drag him by the hand through his house.

Now that Yoongi is on the top floor, he looks around. There are 8 doors, each looking exactly like the last. Fuck. He would have thought that Taehyung’s door would have stood out in some way.

Yoongi leans back against the railing and thinks it through. “Namjoon has one… and he mentioned that it was on the second floor the first day I met him, I remember that. He said he had a connecting door with Jin hyung then you made a disgusting comment,” Yoongi tells Taehyung, thinking out loud.

Taehyung giggles, “good times.”

“So, one of Jin’s bedrooms is on the second floor, but he has three, and there are three floors of bedrooms. I would assume that he would have one on each floor, because he’s that extra.” Yoongi looks to Taehyung, but the alpha keeps his face perfectly blank. “Your parents are likely practical, and have their bedroom on the second floor, so I think we’re safe from picking their room. Jiho noona… two rooms. Maybe one on the second and one on the fourth, for the view. Hobi… hard to say, but it’s not unlikely for him to have his on the top floor. Jungkook… I think Namjoon might have mentioned his is up here too. Siyeon noona and Hayoon noona I have no idea. Jimin… fuck, he would definitely have at least one on the top floor… his bedroom, individual bedroom not one shared with Jungkook, would likely be next to yours.” Yoongi looks up at Taehyung again to confirm, but the alpha gives nothing away.

“So, counting up the rooms I think are on this floor… 6. So then two spare rooms.” Yoongi kicks off the railing and walks up and down the hallway, inspecting each door. He can hear Taehyung chuckling quietly under his breath.

Just as Yoongi reaches the end of the hall, he sees a narrow hallway that leads further into the back of the house that he hadn’t noticed on the other two floors. He looks up at the alpha as he goes down the little hallway. Taehyung technically owns the house, if there was a special bedroom here, he would have it.

The end of the hallway is a dead end, but on his right is a brightly coloured curtain of beads straight out of a shitty seventy’s movie covering a small doorway. Yoongi looks up at the silent alpha again and narrows his eyes, “you said that there are three floors of bedroom entrances… what an odd way of phrasing it…”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows but says nothing.

Yoongi pushes the obnoxious curtain aside and finds a narrow set of rickety stairs. The steps are uneven and look sketchy as fuck. Yoongi has never been more confident that he is going the right way.

Yoongi slowly walks up the stairs at an awkward angle since he’s still hanging onto Taehyung’s hand. As he reaches the top, he finds himself in another small hallway. To his right is a plain oak door, and to his left is a faded, turquoise door that is chipped and in desperate need of a new paint job.

Yoongi takes another look at the alpha, and again gets no reaction other than an eyebrow raise. Yoongi is actually rather impressed that he has been able to stay quiet all this time. He leads the stubbornly silent alpha directly to the faded turquoise door confidently. He was looking for some sort of uniqueness to Taehyung’s room and this is it. He is also willing to bet that the door across the hall is Jimin’s.

Yoongi places his hand on the doorknob and turns, pushing the door open.

He doesn’t have to take off the clothes pin to know he’s picked the correct room. There are plants covering every surface available, large mismatching colourful rugs on the floor, and a massive photo of Yoongi hanging above the bed (to his own horror). But the main attraction of the room is the massive stained-glass window. The one he was admiring from outside took up the entire right wall of the room, filtering in multicoloured light from an outside streetlamp, and giving the room a serene feel.

Yoongi takes off the clothes pin and his omega preens. The whole room is bathed in Taehyung’s scent and it’s heavenly. He looks over to find the alpha giving him a wide smile. “Nope, this is Jin hyung’s room.”

Yoongi laughs, and steps further into the room. “Your room is beautiful Taehyungie,” he tells him honestly… even if the furniture is in questionable locations.

“I knew you’d find it hyung.”

“No, you didn’t.” Yoongi deadpans.

“No, I didn’t,” Taehyung agrees, “but that’s what made it fun. I’m really fucking glad you found my room though and not my parents’.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Yoongi tells him as he looks around. His omega is slowly getting agitated. The bed isn’t centered on the wall. What the fuck? Who doesn’t center a bed? The poster of Yoongi isn’t centered above the bed or on the wall and it’s crooked. Yoongi’s eye twitches. There’s a chair facing god knows where, and the dresser is right next to the door, in a completely random spot on the wall that doesn’t line up with the rest of the furniture in the room. “Why,” Yoongi begins slowly, his omega itching for him to fix everything, “is your bed not centered on the wall?”

Taehyung blinks at him, and looks at his bed, “uh, I don’t know, I thought it kinda was.”

Yoongi gapes at him with wide eyes, “are you blind?!”

“Uh, no…?” Taehyung looks around his room then back at Yoongi who his shuffling foot to foot, obviously agitated. His eyes soften, “I can fix it hyung,” he says quietly, gaze burning into Yoongi’s.

Yoongi ignores his look, just happy to get permission to fix this monstrosity he calls a bedroom. “Good, start with that picture of me. That’s the first thing that has to go. Also, you are now banned from going on the BigHit website,” he tells him sternly, as Taehyung giggles, but dutifully takes it off the wall.

“What next hyung?” Taehyung asks, his gaze still soft on Yoongi as he returns from wherever he stashed the picture.

“The bed,” Yoongi says, “move it to the left until I say stop.”

It takes them about five minutes to move all the furniture around the room… well, five minutes for Taehyung to do it while Yoongi stands in the center, arms crossed directing him where to go.

When he has everything where he wants it, he immediately climbs onto the bed and starts removing the bedspread. As much as he loves Naruto, he does not go with the aesthetic of the rest of the room, which is more of an artsy, hipster, plant-lover vibe.

Yoongi removes the bedspread and turns towards the door to find Taehyung standing there with an armful of blankets. He has a pile already collected on the floor in front of him too. Yoongi has never seen such a collection, and he quickly hops off the bed to inspect them.

The blankets are expensive, that much is obvious. Each one is exquisitely soft and smells faintly of pine, which is likely a remnant from where they were kept. His omega is like a kid in a candy shop right now, and Yoongi can’t help the smile that falls onto his face as he starts picking up the best blankets. He has the selection of the best fabrics, and every colour of the rainbow at his disposal. It’s amazing.

Yoongi picks out a new, light green bedspread from the pile, and starts on the bed. He decides to make his nest more colourful than he normally would, because it’s Taehyung he’s talking about here, he could never have a dull nest. He does make an effort not to pick any neon colours however, and sticks with more muted, lighter tones to fit the vibe of the room. He isn’t afraid to pick a wide variety of colours though, Taehyung deserves only the best of nests.

His omega is singing in happiness as Yoongi arranges the blankets into one of the most elaborate nests he’s ever made. He has more blankets at his disposal than he’s owned in his entire life, so he’s going to take advantage of it. The nest is thick and warm with only the softest fabrics, but Yoongi still fusses over it, worried it’s not good enough for Taehyung, and debates colour choices.

When he’s finally satisfied, he crawls into the middle and snuggles up, testing out the softness. Oh yea, this is it.

He looks up to find Taehyung standing in the doorway. He’d put away the unused blankets and is now watching Yoongi with tears in his eyes.

Yoongi freezes as he suddenly realizes what he’s done. He hadn’t even thought about it, just let his omega take over and start nesting in Taehyung’s room! Shit. “Uh… I can explain,” he says quickly.

Taehyung bursts into tears, “Oh Yoongi hyung! I’m so happy you’re comfortable with me to make a nest. It’s beautiful love.”

Yoongi flushes and looks around at his nest, “yea?” he asks, omega preening at the alpha’s praise.

Taehyung closes his bedroom door behind him and makes his way over to the bed, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “It’s the most beautiful, perfect nest I’ve ever seen hyung.”

Yoongi flushes deeper, “stop,” he says, curling into the nest, secretly thrilled.

“Can I come in? I don’t want to wreck it,” Taehyung says uncertainly, standing at the end of the bed.

Yoongi nods, patting the spot next to him, “yes, it’s made to be used Taehyungie. You can’t wreck it.”

Taehyung crawls slowly up the bed, but instead of taking the spot next to Yoongi, his crawls up Yoongi’s body until he is forced to lay flat on the bed with Taehyung hovering above him.

“Like this? Is this how I use it love?” Taehyung asks softly.

Yoongi swallows thickly. “You can use me however you want,” he answers in a husky voice.

Taehyung gives him a heated smile, “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Yoongi swats him gently on the chest, “shut up and fuck me already.”

Taehyung’s pupils dilate, if possible, even further, and his scent gets even thicker. “Let’s discuss our preferences.”

Yoongi groans, trying to pull Taehyung to him, but the alpha resists, “do we have to do that right now?”

“From the way things have happened between us so far, am I right to assume that we are on the same page on how we want this to go?” Taehyung asks, placing a hand lightly around Yoongi’s neck and giving it a little squeeze.

Yoongi nods emphatically, and lets out a little whine, “yes alpha,” he breathes.

“Good,” Taehyung says shortly before he crashes his mouth against Yoongi’s.

Taehyung’s kiss is searing, as the alpha immediately opens up Yoongi’s mouth and plunges inside. Yoongi can only moan as his tongue tangles with Taehyung’s and slick starts to leak out of him immediately.

***

All too soon the kiss is over, and Taehyung is making his way down Yoongi’s neck, leaving lazy, open mouthed kisses in his wake.

Yoongi moans and leans into Taehyung’s touch, hands gripping the alpha’s waist tightly as he reaches his scent gland and starts to suck. “Fuck!” Yoongi yells out, as pleasure soars through him. Taehyung ever so lightly grazes his teeth over the gland and Yoongi sees stars. Holy shit.

He then pulls back and sits up. Yoongi makes a little sound of protest that Taehyung silences with a finger on his lips. Yoongi sucks the beautiful finger into his mouth, and the alpha sucks in a breath. “You are so bad love,” Taehyung breathes out as he slowly removes his finger. “Now get naked for me,” he demands in a low voice.

More slick immediately leaks out at the command and Yoongi’s breath catches. Holy fuck. He looks up into the dark, assertive eyes of the alpha and has never been more sure that he would do anything the man asked right now, no question.

He starts to lift his shirt over his head with shaky hands, trying and failing to keep eye contact with the alpha. His gaze is so strong, burning into Yoongi’s, that he is unable to keep the contact, completely overwhelmed.

When he has his shirt off, he throws it aside and waits. Taehyung pinches him in the thigh. “Keep going.” He commands.

Yoongi shivers as his shaky fingers start unbuttoning his pants. He awkwardly tries to wiggle out of his pants, but Taehyung kneeling between his legs makes it difficult. The alpha just watches him with a dark expression, making no move to help or move out of the way. Yoongi has to raise is legs up to his chest in order to take his pants off around the alpha between his legs, and as he does so he can hear Taehyung groan.

Yoongi finally kicks off his constricting pants and underwear and tosses them aside, lowering his legs back to the bed and looking up at Taehyung shyly. He is now completely exposed to the alphas roving gaze as he kneels there completely clothed between his legs.

“Your turn,” Yoongi urges quietly. He wants to see Taehyung naked above him, wants to feel skin against skin.

Taehyung gives him a wicked little grin. “No, it’s not,” he says slowly, before leaning down and taking one of Yoongi’s nipples into his mouth and sucking.

Yoongi moans and arches up into his mouth. As soon as Yoongi feels the warm pull of the alpha’s lips however, he’s gone, trailing a line of open-mouthed kisses down his stomach. Yoongi arches up even more to his mouth as he reaches between his legs. Taehyung looks up at him until their eyes meet in a heated gaze before he curls his lips around the head of Yoongi’s cock and sucks.

Yoongi’s hips kick up and he fists a hand in Taehyung’s hair, “Taehyungieee,” he whines as the alpha sinks down lower onto him.

Taehyung takes him as deep as he is able before he pulls back with a pop. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re so big,” he takes his cock in his hand and strokes, “so beautiful. You’re perfect.” Yoongi flushes as Taehyung trails his mouth further down until he reaches his thighs. He looks up at Yoongi with dark eyes, “remember my promise love?” He asks heatedly, before hooking one of Yoongi’s thighs over his shoulder.

Yoongi’s brain short circuits as Taehyung leans in and sucks hard on the skin of his inner thigh, creating a small bruise. He then repeats the action a little higher up, and Yoongi squirms in the alpha’s hold as he sucks a line of little bruises into his thigh getting closer and closer to his center.

“Fuck!” Yoongi finally makes out as Taehyung switches thighs and starts working his way up the other one. “I didn’t think you actually meant to suck hickeys into my thighs. How old are you? Sixteen?”

Taehyung grins as he pops off Yoongi’s inner thigh, “I told you I was gonna suck your thighs hyung. What did you think I meant?” Yoongi just shakes his head, extremely aware of Taehyung’s left hand, which is circling his thigh, drifting closer and closer to his center. “Do you want me to stop?”

“God no,” Yoongi moans out, “but I’m not wearing shorts for a month.”

Taehyung laughs as he leans in and sucks one final mark right at the very top of Yoongi’s inner thigh. “How short are these shorts you own hyung, and why haven’t I seen you in them?” He pulls back and looks down at his handy work with a dark expression. “Not one of these bruises is low enough for decent exposure.”

“Good,” Yoongi chokes out, squirming under the alpha’s heated gaze.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet love,” Taehyung breathes as he runs a finger between Yoongi’s legs. Yoongi can only stare blankly as Taehyung brings his now slick covered finger to his mouth and sucks. Fuck. “You taste so good Yoongi, you gotta taste,” he leans down and pulls Yoongi into a deep open-mouthed kiss, sliding his tongue against his. Yoongi moans at how dirty the act is, although he honestly can’t taste much. To himself, he doesn’t really taste like anything, but he’d imagine he would taste something like his citrusy scent to the alpha.

Taehyung sits up again and removes Yoongi’s thigh from his shoulder. “Turn over,” he commands, giving the side of Yoongi’s ass a little slap.

And fuck if Yoongi isn’t scrambling to move to his belly for the alpha, more turned on than he’s ever been in his entire life.

Yoongi lays on his belly and Taehyung grabs him by the hips and pulls him onto his knees, using one hand to keep his head on the pillow. “Don’t come,” is all the warning he gets before the alpha spreads his cheeks and swipes his tongue along the crack of his ass from bottom to top.

Yoongi lets out a high-pitched whine, and Taehyung focuses his attention on Yoongi’s leaking hole, lavishing long, deep licks that have him seeing stars.

Fuck, the feel of Taehyung’s tongue pushing past his rim has him half delirious uttering god knows what under his breath as he whimpers and squirms under the alpha, feeling the arousal building in his core.

Taehyung seals his mouth over his rim and sucks, and Yoongi cries out, pleasure peaking and bringing him a second away from climaxing. “Gonna come-“ he chokes out brokenly, the only warning he can give the alpha.

Right as he’s about to tip over the edge to pure bliss, Taehyung pulls away and gives a light slap to Yoongi’s ass. “Don’t,” he commands harshly, his voice deep and thick with arousal.

Yoongi sinks even lower to the bed, presenting his ass even higher. Well damn, if he hasn’t found another one of his kinks. “Do that again please alpha,” he says quietly.

He gets another slap a little harder this time to his other cheek and pleasure courses through him at the sting. “Two more please,” he begs, still a second away from coming.

Taehyung obliges and gives him two hard slaps, one to each cheek. “Now turn over,” he commands, and Yoongi can feel him move off the bed.

Yoongi turns over and sees the alpha undressing quickly at the bottom of the bed, pupils blown wide as he stares at the omega with the most debauched expression he has ever seen. Yoongi squirms where he lays, so aroused and in need of release he’s almost in pain.

He goes to reach for himself, but Taehyung is faster, “no touching,” he commands.

Yoongi whimpers but pulls away from himself as Taehyung removes his pants and underwear in one go. The alpha is now standing in front of him fully naked, and holy hell what a sight. All of his delicious, tanned skin is on display, his taught stomach, hard chest, and strong fucking thighs. Yoongi drinks in the impossibly beautiful being in front of him as he climbs back onto the bed.

“Condom’s in the desk drawer next to you love,” he says in a husky voice that is softer than any he’s used so far. The alpha is almost gentle as he moves to kneel between Yoongi’s thighs again.

“I’m clean,” Yoongi blurts instead of reaching for the drawer. Taehyung raises his eyebrows. “Please Taehyungie, I wanna feel you inside me.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung grits out, running a hand through his hair, already messy from when Yoongi had his fingers in it. “I’m clean too hyung, but there is a chance of …”

Yoongi cuts him off before he can choke out the last of his sentence, “don’t knot.”

“Can’t,” Taehyung growls, “I’m sorry, but there’s no way I can’t. I can already feel it coming hyung.”

Yoongi groans. Fuck. He did not expect to get Taehyung’s knot, but his omega is sure fucking happy about it. It’s not common to knot outside of a rut or heat. It’s usually something young, over-excited alphas will do by accident the first time they have sex because they can’t control it yet, but for Taehyung, a fully-grown, 25-year-old alpha, to not be able to control it around Yoongi, well, he’s fucking flattered beyond belief. His omega is pretty fucking smug about it too. The little shit. “Good,” he gets out, “wanna feel you.”

Taehyung groans and leans down, dropping his forehead against Yoongi’s. “I’m trying to be responsible here hyung.”

“It’s unlikely outside a heat or a rut,” Yoongi reasons.

“And if you do get knocked up?”

“Well, this house certainly has enough bedrooms.”

Taehyung laughs and leans back, smiling down at Yoongi. “fuck, I love you.”

“Prove it,” Yoongi challenges, spreading his legs wider.

Taehyung moans, and leans down, running a hand through Yoongi’s slick. “What is it you wanted so badly hyung?” He asks him in a low, teasing voice.

“Your fingers ins-FUCK!” Yoongi cries out as Taehyung slides his middle finger completely inside Yoongi in one go. Taehyung’s finger immediately finds his prostate and rubs up against it and he cries out again, looking down to see Taehyung’s finger sliding out and back in again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. What was it you wanted?” Taehyung asks again teasingly, curling his finger inside Yoongi mercilessly.

God save him, Yoongi has died and seen heaven. He is so close, every brush of Taehyung’s finger sending shivers up his spine. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, trying to hold off his orgasm, wanting to feel the slide of Taehyung’s fingers inside him for as long as possible. Every single one of his heat fueled fantasies has just come true with the brush of Taehyung’s finger against his prostate. “I said,” Yoongi makes out brokenly, delirious with pleasure, “I want your fingers ins-“ Yoongi cries out again as Taehyung adds in a second finger and immediately curls it into his prostate.

 He leans forward and swallows Yoongi’s cries against his lips as he pumps his fingers in and out quickly, making sure to find his prostate with each pass.

“oh my, fuck, alpha, please, I’m gonna..” Yoongi blabbers out nonsensically as he’s seconds away from coming.

“Can I add a third?” Taehyung asks, slowing down his fingers.

Yoongi nods emphatically, “please.”

Taehyung slowly works in a third finger, having to stretch Yoongi a bit to fit, but he doesn’t mind. The stretch is delicious and he’s so wet that the burn is minimal. Just knowing that it is Taehyung’s elegant index finger that is working into him has him delirious.

As soon as Taehyung’s three beautiful fingers brush his prostate he cries out and his orgasm roars through him, unable to hold it back any longer. He throws his head back as the waves of pleasure roll through him. He comes on his stomach as Taehyung swallows his cries with his lips, his tongue stroking against his as his fingers continue to stroke inside him deliciously.

Just as Yoongi feels himself coming down, Taehyung slips his fingers out. Yoongi moans at the loss and grabs onto Taehyung’s arms, trying to urge him to continue, despite being sensitive.

Taehyung easily pulls out of his hold and sits back on his knees. “You can have my fingers again later if you want. Right now, I want something else inside you.”

Yoongi opens his eyes to see the alpha towering over him, and he spreads his legs wider. “Yes, alpha.”

Taehyung grabs Yoongi’s thighs and roughly pulls them onto his lap. “What do you want Yoongi?” He asks darkly.

“You.” Yoongi says, low voice matching the alpha’s.

Taehyung gives him a wicked little smile, “do we have to go through this again? Be specific Yoongi or it’s a moisture missile for the rest of the night.”

Yoongi makes a face, “I hate you, thanks for reminding me, but I want your cock so gimme.”

Taehyung laughs. He gives Yoongi a little peck on the lips before he lines himself up, and slowly, with his grip tight on Yoongi’s thighs, slides himself into his heat.

Yoongi throws his head back and whimpers as he adjusts to Taehyung’s size. The alpha is going slow, allowing him time to adjust, so when he finally bottoms out, the stretch is amazing.

Yoongi looks down at their connected bodies. Fucking hell, that’s hot. He looks back up at Taehyung to find the alpha watching him closely, eyes dark.

Yoongi wiggles slightly on his dick and Taehyung moans. He grins, “move,” he tells him.

“You sure?” Taehyung asks brokenly. Yoongi nods. “You want it hard?”

“Yes please.”

Not needing any more convincing, Taehyung grabs Yoongi arounds the waist, pulls almost out, then slams back into him again. Yoongi cries out as Taehyung repeats the action, picking up a hard steady pace.

Yoongi fists his hands into the sheets as he’s bounced on Taehyung’s lap, completely out of control of the sounds he’s making. Each slide of Taehyung inside him seems to hit just the right spot, sending sparks behind his eyelids and making his toes curls.

Yoongi is moaning in pure bliss, already planning a repeat performance every day for the rest of his fucking life, when he starts to feel a swell at the base of Taehyung’s cock. Oh hell no.

Yoongi intertwines his fingers with the alpha’s that are gripping tightly around his waist, and encircles his legs around this back, locking them in place. “Stop.” Taehyung does, sliding halfway out and looking down at Yoongi with a sweat covered brow. “You’re not knotting yet. There are so many more things I want to do with you,” Yoongi threatens.

Taehyung throws his head back and groans, “you’re killing me love.”

“Think of your grandmother and fuck me against the wall,” Yoongi demands, wiggling slightly in his lap.

Taehyung moans and bites his lip, “fuck hyung, don’t mention my grandmother and fucking against a wall in the same sentence.”

“Then deflate your dick, I’m not done with you yet.”

Taehyung laughs and leans forward, wrapping his arms around the omega and lifting him onto his lap. Yoongi unwraps his legs from behind Taehyung so he can leverage himself on either side of the alpha’s thighs.

They are face to face, inches away from each other. In the little break he’s given Taehyung, the swelling at his base has subsided. Yoongi decides to reward him by lifting up off his lap and sliding back down again.

They both groan at the feeling. Taehyung digs his hands into Yoongi’s ass, “good boy,” he tells him. “Ride me.”

Yoongi encircles his arms around Taehyung’s neck and leans in to give him a filthy, open-mouthed kiss as he bounces himself up and down on the alpha’s lap.

Yoongi lets Taehyung enjoy himself for a minute, sliding their tongues together and riding the moaning alpha before he stops. “Wall,” he instructs again because Taehyung doesn’t seem to be cooperating with his request. Taehyung swears, but wraps his arms under his ass while Yoongi wraps his legs around him again.

The next moment, Taehyung has Yoongi in his arms, easily lifting him as though he weighs nothing, and shuffling off the bed to stand up. Alphas and their fucking strength! Yoongi is ridiculously turned on by the display and is definitely at risk of coming before they even reach the wall.

“Do you have a preferred wall hyung?” Taehyung asks him cheekily, sliding his grip from his ass to his thighs.

Yoongi looks around Taehyung’s room. There really is only one obvious spot. “How partial are you to that window?” he points to the massive stained-glass window taking up his west wall.

Taehyung grins, “I knew that’s where you’d pick, you kinky bastard.” He carries Yoongi to the window, still buried deep inside him. He leans his back against the glass as Taehyung supports him easily. “You’ve been eyeing this window since you got here.”

“That’s because it’s beautiful not because- oh!” Taehyung suddenly thrusts deep, cutting him off.

Yoongi throws his head back against the glass as Taehyung resumes his pace from the bed, thrusting into him hard and fast, supporting his weight effortlessly.

Yoongi buries his hands in his hair as they both cry out. The friction, the heat, the stretch, is driving Yoongi crazy as he’s bounced against the window, the cool glass against his back a delicious contrast to the hot alpha at his front.

Taehyung starts to swell again and this time Yoongi doesn’t stop him, because honestly same. If Yoongi could knot, he would be halfway there too by now. He can feel the heat and pleasure rising as Taehyung expertly finds his prostate again and again, and he knows he’s a goner.

As Taehyung’s knot catches on his rim, his eyes roll back at the feel of the incredible stretch, and he comes, crying out Taehyung’s name as white-hot pleasure consumes him. The orgasm overtakes his entire body from head to toe, and he shakes from the intensity, emptying himself onto his stomach between them.

As he comes down from what was literally the best orgasm of his life, he can feel Taehyung’s own climax as the alpha empties himself inside him. And fuck, his knot is huge. Yoongi’s orgasm was timed so he didn’t feel the last swell of it, but he sure as hell feels the stretch now. His omega is just shaking in satisfaction. Fuck, it feels amazing.

As Taehyung comes down from his own high, he rests his forehead against the glass next to Yoongi, panting. Yoongi leans down and peppers little kisses along his neck, combing his hands gently through his hair.

“That was amazing,” Taehyung finally gets out, lifting his head off the glass. “You are amazing, oh my god, I love you so much.”

Yoongi flushes. He leans forward and gives Taehyung a deep kiss, hoping to pour everything he is feeling into it.

Taehyung shuffles slightly with Yoongi in his hold, and he yelps, the knot moving a bit too close to his rim. “Shit, sorry,” Taehyung apologizes, looking distraught.

“It’s fine, it didn’t really hurt, just surprised me.” Yoongi assures him.

Taehyung gently lifts Yoongi away from the window, “we didn’t really think this through, did we?” he asks, looking back at the distance between the window and the bed in distress.

“You got this Taehyungie,” Yoongi tells him confidently, resting his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes, and running his fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Let me know if it hurts,” Taehyung instructs him, as he slowly maneuvers Yoongi over to the bed. Taehyung is incredibly careful, holding Yoongi perfectly still against him as he walks.

After some awkward jostling on the bed, they finally manage to have Yoongi lying on top of Taehyung, who is on his back, pulling the blankets of the nest up to their chests.

Yoongi sighs, feeling deliciously swaddled in his alpha (both inside and out), and his nest. He has never been so perfectly content.

“You can go to sleep hyung,” Taehyung tells him, planting a kiss in his hair, “I’ll clean us up when this goes down. It’ll still be a while yet.”

Yoongi blinks his eyes open, “how long?”

“Uhh,” Taehyung begins awkwardly. “Funny you should ask…”

Yoongi looks up at the alpha and finds him blushing. Fuck. “Kim Taehyung, do not tell me that you are one of those freak alphas who knot for hours.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Yoongi stares at him blankly. “How long?” he repeats, voice dipping lower. His omega is incredibly happy about keeping Taehyung’s knot for as long as possible, but practical Yoongi is less thrilled.

“Okay, so my longest one was four hours, but, like, I’m not in rut so-“

“Four hours?!” Yoongi yelps.

“It’ll probably be closer to three!” Taehyung defends, holding his hands up. “The four hour one was an outlier.” He pats Yoongi’s head consolingly then pushes it down on his chest again. “Just sleep hyung, you won’t even notice the wait.”

Yoongi grumbles but makes himself comfortable on Taehyung’s chest.

“I’m sorry, I guess I should have warned you about that before you agreed to my knot. It really wasn’t something on my mind in the moment.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “doesn’t matter, I would have agreed to your knot even more enthusiastically if you told me that,” he says honestly.

Taehyung gently runs his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, and up and down his back as exhaustion takes over the omega. Just before he lets himself fall asleep, he gets out, “I love you Taehyungie.”

He hears a quiet, “I love you too hyung,” before sleep overtakes him.

• ***

“Please let me take a pic of the nest Tae Tae!”

“No, you need Yoongi hyung’s permission. Literally why is Hobi hyung here too? Is nothing sacred?”

“There is nothing sacred about the smells coming out of that room Tae Tae.”

“Oh shit, I already took a pic guys.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you two? Why would you tell me to come up here to my brother and his lover, literally disgusting like- HOLY SHIT what a nest!”

“See! That’s why I invited you.”

“Holy shit, look at that fucking nest! Oh my god, that’s insane!”

“It’s art.”

“It’s incredible!”

“Guys, I only let Jiminie poke his head in so I could tell him what we wanted for brunch without waking Yoongi hyung. Don’t just stand there and stare… and Hobi hyung, you’re deleting that photo.”

“Aw man. I can crop you and Yoongi out of it? The blankets are pulled up to your necks anyway.”

“Okay, Tae is right, you two assholes with me. Tae, this never happened, but also, Yoongi needs to give me nest making lessons immediately, no exceptions. I’m his elder, he must comply.”

He’s been listening silently for the last two minutes, his omega much too proud of the praise to do anything about the trespassers. He’s now heard enough, however. “Are there three assholes at my door right now asking to get their asses kicked?” Yoongi grumbles, his voice low and throaty from sleep as he lifts his head off Taehyung’s chest and squints at the three idiots in his doorway through the bright afternoon sun.

Jimin raises his hands up in surrender, “I just came to ask what kind of pancakes you guys want, then Hobi hyung came up on his own and he invited Jin hyung. I’m innocent in all of this.”

“Get out and close the door behind you,” Yoongi says with deathly quiet.

Jimin nods quickly and shuts the door on the three of them.

“I’m sorry hyung, I didn’t mean to have all of them see in. I only wanted to surprise you with warm pancakes when you woke up,” Taehyung apologizes, combing his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.

Yoongi preens at the touch, “It’s fine Taehyungie, I’m glad they got to see how superior I am to them.”

Taehyung giggles, “you called it ‘my door’ hyung.”

Yoongi flushes and squirms, “sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m on cloud nine right now.”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to giggle as he nestles in closer to the alpha. “Leave my nest up, I want the other omegas to faint in jealousy every time they come up here.”

“I wouldn’t even dream of disturbing it hyung.”

“So… what kind of pancakes did you order me?”

“Blueberry.”

“Mmm,” Yoongi muses, “what were the choices?”

“Chocolate chip, double chocolate chip, triple chocolate chip, and blueberry,” Taehyung tell him. Yoongi laughs. “Did I pick the right one for you hyung?”

“Yes. Perfect,” Yoongi twines his hand with one of Taehyung’s. “You chose triple chocolate chip didn’t you.”

“Obviously.”

Chapter Text

What does being in a steady relationship of almost five months mean? It means your boyfriend insists on having monthly dinners with his family (awkward as fuck), which mostly consist of Taehyung’s parents trying to make small talk, Jiho ignoring his presence and pretending he’s only temporary (totally okay with the first part, getting fucking annoyed with the second), and Jin laughing his ass off at his discomfort the entire time. It also means that he insists on meeting your parents.

Yoongi is currently sitting in the flower shop trying to dissuade Taehyung from this horrible idea. “They’re boring, you don’t want to meet them.”

“Hyung, you haven’t even told them we’re dating,” Taehyung counters, exasperated. “You need to tell them, and I want to be there to make a good impression on them.”

Yoongi grimaces imagining Taehyung meeting his parents. His parents are stiff, professional, no-nonsense lawyers. “I mean this in the nicest way possible Taehyungie, but if you want to make a good impression, it’s best for you to not be there when I tell them.”

“Nonsense hyung, parents love me. Even parents who sound like they have sticks up their asses.”

Yoongi opens his mouth then closes it again. He really can’t argue with that assessment of his parents. “It would just be easier-“ Yoongi begins.

“I’m meeting your parents hyung,” Taehyung cuts him off stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“How about later? A couple months down the road?” Yoongi tries to reason, wanting to delay the inevitably painful event as long as possible.

“No.”

“How about,” Yoongi tries again, leaning forward in his chair and pulling Taehyung towards him by his belt loops, “we shelve this conversation, and I suck your cock?”

Taehyung’s expression lifts slightly. “We can shelve this conversation for the duration of the blow job, then we’re getting back to it,” he counters stubbornly.

“So, you’re telling me I should drag it out and not let you come?” Yoongi asks, raising his eyebrows as he unzips Taehyung’s pants.

“I said no such thing,” Taehyung argues, eyes fogging over as Yoongi slides his pants down to his upper thighs and pulls him out of his underwear.

Yoongi licks his lips as he ogles Taehyung’s long, thick, and already hard cock. “Mmm, maybe I want to drag it out.” He leans down and licks a strip from Taehyung’s balls to tip.

The alpha moans and threads his fingers through his hair, “that’s it love.”

Yoongi circles his lips around the head of his cock and sucks, looking up to lock eyes with the alpha.

Taehyung whimpers just as the chimes above the front door go off. “Fuck,” he swears.

“TAE TAE!” calls Jimin’s frantic voice from the shop.

Yoongi pops off his cock as Taehyung’s eyes go wide, looking back and forth from the door to the main shop to Yoongi, apparently torn.

“Jesus, go help him,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes at the aroused alpha. Yoongi’s own omega is sending off alarm bells at the distress in Jimin’s tone.

Taehyung quickly zips himself up, and hurries to the door, Yoongi close on his heels. If he still had any question about Jimin being part of his pack, his omega has answered it by the sheer amount of anxiety and fear that’s coursing through him just from the sound of Jimin’s wavering voice.

They find Jimin standing in the middle of the shop, eyes wide and watering, looking a little lost, with Jungkook standing next to him, head bowed slightly.

“Jiminie?” Taehyung asks as he moves closer to the omega. Yoongi and Taehyung are a few feet away when a scent reaches their nose and they both freeze.

The scent is one they have never smelled before. It smells cool and sweet, fruity and icy, and it’s coming off of both Jimin and Jungkook.

Taehyung’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open. “Jiminie??” he asks again, surprise now lacing through his voice.

Jimin hiccups and pulls down the collar of his shirt to reveal a red, raw, but slightly healed-over bite mark directly on his scent gland. “Jiminie!” Taehyung yells this time.

“We mated,” Jimin says breathlessly, eyes just as wide as Taehyung’s. Yoongi looks to Jungkook, and feeling his gaze, the alpha tilts his head to the side to reveal the matching bite mark on his scent gland.

Jimin and Taehyung stare at each other for a long moment before they both suddenly run towards each other at the same time, crashing together in the middle of the shop. Taehyung falls on Jimin, and they roll to the ground, both laughing with tears in their eyes. “JIMINIE!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! I’M SO HAPPY!” Taehyung yells as they wrestle on the ground, and Jimin laughs, a loud happy laugh, before starting to tickle the alpha.

Yoongi watches the two idiots cry and laugh in each other’s arms on the floor for a solid minute before he notices that Jungkook has come over to him. Now that he’s close, he can fully take in the scent and he realizes that it is Jungkook and Jimin’s combined scent. The fruity undertone is Jimin’s strawberry scent, and the cool, icy smell is Jungkook’s mint scent, but the two scents have joined and combined in a way that one scent is no longer distinguishable from the other. They have formed an entirely new smell. Yoongi breathes it in. He likes it, their scents have joined perfectly. Yoongi’s omega, surprisingly, is soaking in the scent too. He feels an explosive kind of happiness that he thinks must have to do with his omega’s connection to Jimin’s, because he also feels a fond pull towards Jungkook coming from his omega.

“Wow, congrats Jungkook,” Yoongi tells him sincerely, slapping the blushing alpha on the back. “It’s about time, I’m honestly surprised you guys didn’t mate sooner.”

Jungkook smiles at him, “thank you hyung. I’m so happy we finally did it. It’s amazing, you have no idea.” They both look down at the two idiots rolling around and crying on the floor. Jungkook rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably, “although, right now, because the bond is so new, it’s really strong,” he fidgets slightly. “I can’t bare to be away from him right now… and other people around him kinda get my back up.”

As though he heard exactly what Jungkook just said (but there was no way with all the screaming he was doing), Jimin looks up and quickly disentangles himself from Taehyung. “Sorry Taehyungie, we can resume our cuddle match after our bond settles.” He turns to Yoongi and his eyes narrow, “my alpha is also standing too close to Yoongi hyung right now.”

Jungkook takes a massive step back. “Ah,” says Taehyung, still sitting on the floor next to Jimin, “territorial.”

Jungkook flushes slightly, “yea, sorry hyung. It’ll calm down in about a week or so. Surprisingly, or maybe not surprisingly, Jimin hyung is actually more territorial than I am.”

“That’s not surprising at all.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “and you don’t have to apologize, you guys just mated it’s expected… and so freaking cute! Yoongi hyung, aren’t they the cutest?!”

“It’s cute,” Yoongi agrees, “when did this happen?” he asks, pointing between their matching mating marks.

“Three hours ago,” Jimin says casually.

Yoongi chokes, “jesus, no wonder you’re still territorial. Why are you guys even here? This could have been a text.”

Jimin looks offended, “excuse me?! Me mating for life with the love of my life is not something that ‘could have been a text!’ And besides,” he continues, turning to grin at Taehyung, “I had to make sure my best man was fully on board before we start planning the wedding.”

Taehyung squeals, and goes to pull Jimin into a hug before remembering, stopping himself, and giving him a lame high five instead. “Oh my god, is this you asking me to be your best man?!”

Jimin gets up on one knee dramatically, extending one hand to Taehyung while pressing the other over his heart. “Kim Taehyung, my best friend, my soulmate. Will you do me the honour of making me the happiest man on earth, and be my best man?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes hard as Taehyung squeals like a schoolgirl and bursts into tears, taking Jimin’s hand in his. “Oh Jiminie!! I’d be honoured to be your best man! I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to ask me this!”

Jimin joins Taehyung in crying, and Yoongi and Jungkook share an exasperated look. “This is honestly more romantic than when I asked him to mate me.”

“How did you propose?” Yoongi asks, genuinely curious. He’s surprised that Jungkook kept his intent to propose a secret. Although, in hindsight, it was probably a good thing if he wanted to surprise Jimin; no one was capable of keeping a secret in their friend group.

“Oh, I’ve had it planned for years. I made it just the right amount of theatrically romantic for Jimin hyung,” Jungkook gives a big dopey smile at the memory. “I left him little notes attached to a single red rose around town, each giving him clues to go to a new location to find the next rose. I told him the final location is where we will be having our date, but the last rose just said ‘go to the place where we met’ and so he came to the tattoo shop where I was waiting, standing behind the counter like I was when we first laid eyes on each other. I had sketched out a new tattoo that I displayed on the wall behind me that said ‘mate and marry me Park Jimin’, and then I asked him, with the rings and everything.”

Yoongi almost vomits in his mouth at the story. “That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard Jungkook, congratulations.”

Jungkook giggles. “Thanks hyung.”

“Oh and Yoongi hyung,” Jimin yells over at them. It seems that he and Taehyung have finished their crying. “I want you to be my first groomsman.”

“First groomsman?”

“Yes, you will be standing next to Taehyung, the second in line.” Jimin clarifies at Yoongi’s obvious confusion.

“Who’s behind me?”

“Hobi hyung.”

“Good.”

Jimin giggles, “do you accept hyung?”

“Of course I accept Park Jimin.” Both Jimin and Taehyung squeal in happiness. Yoongi does his best to keep from rolling his eyes again, but it physically pains him to do so. “Who are your groomsmen?” he asks Jungkook curiously.

“I haven’t asked yet, because you and Taehyung were obviously the first people we needed to tell about this, but I’m hoping that Joonie hyung will be my best man, Jin hyung be one my groomsmen, and…” he faulters. “Well, that’s what I have now,” he finishes awkwardly.

“I couldn’t have Jin hyung on my side,” Jimin cuts through the awkwardness quickly. “Having my boss as one of my groomsmen would be so embarrassing.”

“So, I’m definitely the one planning the engagement party then,” Taehyung adds in. “There’s no way in hell Joonie hyung is doing it.”

All of them besides Yoongi laugh. He frowns, “why can’t Namjoon do it?”

They burst into laughter again, “oh my god, imagine Yoongi hyung throwing it?!” Jimin giggles, and Jungkook and Taehyung join him. Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, pretty sure that he should be insulted right now. “Oh my god, if we left it to Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung? The party would be thrown in an all-white office building. ‘All guests must remain six inches from each other’.” He says in a mockingly deep voice.

They all laugh again, and Yoongi scoffs, feigning offense. “Excuse me, Namjoon and I would do a fine job.”

They all just laugh again.

“There would be no fireworks, pinata, slip n slide, jacuzzi, trampoline, roller rink, or water balloon fight if they were hosting,” Taehyung lists off between bouts of laughter.

Yoongi blinks. “What the hell? Why would there be a slip n slide or a pinata?” he asks, appalled.

Jimin and Taehyung burst into laughter again. “See!?” Taehyung accuses, pointing at him.

“They have been planning this for a while,” Jungkook interjects, grinning. “It’s gotten more and more elaborate as time goes on, but I was able to talk them down from the hot air balloon rental. I’d be more worried about the engagement party they have planned for Tae hyung if I were you.”

Yoongi gives him a look of pure horror as Taehyung and Jimin start gushing about the future engagement party. “When are you planning this for exactly?” Yoongi asks.

“The mating celebration will be in a month. It’s going to be low-key.” Yoongi raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “Okay, low-key compared to the engagement party and wedding.” Jungkook amends. “But, the actual wedding…” Jungkook pauses, looking uncomfortable again. “We don’t know yet, we’re… waiting for some things.” Yoongi is willing to leave it at that, but Jungkook shifts and leans slightly closer. “The other hyungs know, but I think… can I tell you about my family hyung?” he asks quietly.

“Of course,” Yoongi says. He remembers Jimin telling him that Jungkook’s family was a sore spot for him when they met. He leans back against the counter, allowing the alpha to take his time.

“My family has… money, and a reputation, and they wanted me to go into the family business. I wanted to do art. They really didn’t approve.”

Yoongi can’t help but grin, “don’t tell me you’re some filthy rich chaebol heir who ran away from the family business to a small town where you met a cute local omega and fell in love like some cheesy k-drama.” He jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

Jungkook says nothing. Yoongi looks up to find both Jimin and Taehyung staring at him silently with weird looks on their faces.

“… okay I won’t.” Jungkook says awkwardly.

Yoongi’s mouth drops opens, “wait, what the fuck?!”

“To be fair, I’m not exactly local. I moved here to dance,” Jimin chimes in casually with a shrug.

“This town seems to have an odd way of attracting rich and famous people. First was Joonie hyung, then Jungkookie, and now you.” Taehyung points out.

“Wait, Namjoon’s famous?” Yoongi asks, completely thrown off.

All three of them stare at him again. “You’ve never heard of the poet RM?” Jimin asks him disbelievingly.

“Of course I’ve heard of RM,” Yoongi scoffs. He’s one of the few poets Yoongi has heard of and it’s because he’s everywhere. His love poems are quoted in k-dramas and movies and shit. As far as he knows the guy is pretty elusive though and has a very private personal life. Wait… “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Yoongi deadpans. No fucking way. “Namjoon is RM?”

“Didn’t he give you some of his poems?” Taehyung asks him, head cocked to the side, trying not to laugh.

“He gave me the original paper copy; he didn’t sign the bottom!” Yoongi defends.

“Holy shit, you have the originals?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide. “Dude, you could sell those for thousands.”

“I thought we went over this in the car when we were talking about how Joonie hyung and Jin hyung met? We literally said that he was a successful poet that every parent wanted to set up with their kids.” Jimin adds in, looking exasperated.

“How was I supposed to know that meant he was RM?” Yoongi retorts.

“Everyone knows RM’s real name is Kim Namjoon come on,” Jimin counters, rolling his eyes.

“Obviously not everyone! I would have assumed that his name would have started with and R and an M,” he says, throwing his hands up in frustration. Literally what the fuck. Namjoon never said anything. Yoongi remembers the first time he told him he was a poet. He barks out a laugh. A poet is the biggest understatement of the century for what RM is. He’s a goddamn household name, that humble fucker. “Then what does RM-“ Yoongi muses, then stops suddenly. No fucking way. “Oh my god, does RM stand for Rap Monster?”

The other three start laughing. “Oh my god, he showed you his Rap Monster days?” Jungkook asks between bouts of laughter. “He says that RM stands for ‘Real Me’, but we’re convinced that in the beginning it was short for Rap Monster. He’s yet to admit to it though.”

Yoongi laughs. That little shit. He’s going to have to go give Namjoon hell for being way too fucking modest.

“Anyways,” Jungkook continues after the other two had quieted down. “to answer your unnervingly specific question; yes. That’s exactly what I am.”

Yoongi blinks at the apparent chaebol. What the fuck? “What the fuck Jungkook?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t ask to be born into the family I was.” He sighs, “there was no reasoning with them, so I took matters into my own hands. I took what inheritance I could, found a tattoo shop that was for sale, and left.”

Taehyung and Jimin resume their discussion on the mating ceremony, talking quietly in the corner as Jungkook continues. “It only took about a month and a half for them to find me,” he laughs hollowly. “When they did, all they sent was a letter to the shop with official documents of them disowning me and removing my name from the family record.”

Yoongi sucks in a breath. “Shit Jungkook,” he says sympathetically, not knowing what to say to comfort the alpha.

******************

Jungkook bows his head, “there was no warning. I guess it was payback for me leaving with no warning, but… I didn’t take it well,” his eyes look haunted at the memory. “I didn’t drink much so I didn’t know my limits. I just wanted to make it better hyung.”

Yoongi’s throat catches. He wants to go and comfort the young alpha, but he is both too awkward, and the mating is still too fresh. “That’s how Jimin found me. I usually replied to his texts within seconds, but that time I didn’t.” He looks up at Yoongi with his wide doe-like eyes, “when he came into my apartment, he found me unconscious, choking on my own fucking vomit.” He looks back down at his hands, angry now. “What a pathetic fucking way to go. If Jimin had been two minutes later, I would have died.”

“Shit Kook,” Yoongi says again. He wants to be able to say something more substantial but is at a loss of what to say. So instead, he lets the alpha talk.

“The reason Jimin could get to me was because he copied my key,” he tells him quietly. 

“Ah.”

“Yea. That’s why he does it.” Jungkook looks over at Jimin and Taehyung, still engrossed in their conversation, (he thinks he hears something about releasing the doves) and Jungkook leans a little closer, voice dropping. “It scared the shit out of him hyung. He came in to find me almost dead and all alone. He loves fiercely and his protective instincts are through the roof. He had nightmares about it for months… he still does, but they are less often than they were.” He leans in a little closer still, “he’s terrified of losing the ones he loves, and that includes you hyung. You really scared him when you were unresponsive during your heat.”

Yoongi fidgets, again unsure of how to respond. He knows that Jimin feels deeply, his omega can sense it. “He’s right you know,” Jimin tells him, making him jump. He hadn’t noticed the omega had gotten up and made his way over to the pair while they were talking. “Do you have any idea how long you were unconscious for?”

Yoongi flushes and shakes his head. He only remembers bits and pieces. “eighteen hours hyung,” Jimin says, rounding on Yoongi angrily. “Eighteen fucking hours! It was like you were dead! And then the doctor just says, ‘oh yea that’s fine, don’t do anything if it’s less than a day’. Like, what the fuck?! Jin hyung had to physically restrain me from taking you to the hospital. I had a dead man in my arms for eighteen hours, and I was expected to be okay with that!”

Yoongi takes the omega’s hands in his and pulls him into a tight hug. “I’m sorry Jimin,” he tells him quietly. What Jimin did for him during his heat was more than he could ask of anyone, but now knowing his history of how he found Jungkook, he realizes how much harder it must have been for him to come in and find Yoongi almost dead himself.

“It’s not your fucking fault,” Jimin tells him, still sounding angry, “but be more responsible, and take care of yourself hyung!”

“I will,” Yoongi says quietly, running his fingers through the omega’s hair soothingly.

“Tae Tae you better take care of him too. His next heat is soon.”

“Of course I will Jiminie. I’ll never let anything happen to him,” Taehyung says fiercely from behind them.

******************

“Wait,” Yoongi pulls away from Jimin sharply. “What do you mean my heat is soon?!”

“It’s been almost six months. Hyung, you get your heat around twice a year,” Jimin sighs, exasperated. “goddammit Yoongi hyung, you said you would research omegas and figure out your own body!”

“I didn’t look up the timing!” Yoongi yells back, alarmed. “I’m not ready to go through that again!”

Jimin sighs, gently running a finger through his hair as he sets Yoongi’s head back on his shoulder. “Don’t worry hyung, it won’t be like last time. It will be like a normal heat, and it will be much easier now that Tae will be there,” he tells him soothingly. “Tae, you don’t have to worry either, Yoongi hyung is the easiest omega in the world during his heat. He’s extremely docile and cuddly, so you can even have Jin hyung come deliver you meals and he’ll be fine with it.”

“Excuse me?!” Yoongi interjects, offended.

“Did you give a shit that Jin hyung was there last time?” Jimin challenges.

“…no.”

“And that’s fucking weird. Usually, omegas are territorial. Some of them are even a little pissy towards their packmates. It’s low-key hilarious that you turn into the sweetest little thing during your heat.” Jimin giggles, giving his head a little pat.

“Jimin hyung would definitely body slam any omega near him during his heat,” Jungkook chimes in, giggling.

Jimin considers that. “I wonder if I would body slam Yoongi hyung?”

“You tried to body slam Hobi hyung into another dimension when he was in your pack,” Jungkook supplies.

“Yes, but Yoongi hyung’s omega is so sweet and docile. I might be gentler on him.”

“So… a gentle body slam?”

“Like, just a love tap … into another dimension.” Jimin giggles. “Hyung, could you come over during my next heat? I wanna see something.”

“Yea, as tempting as you are making that sound,” Yoongi begins dryly, “hard fucking pass Park Jimin.”

Jimin laughs, pulling Yoongi even tighter into the hug. “If you go into heat during my mating celebration, I will body slam you into another dimension Min Yoongi.” It’s low-key a threat.

“On a happier note, how do you like my new scent hyung?” he asks quietly. The omega almost sounds nervous.

Yoongi leans into Jimin’s scent gland, the one that Jungkook didn’t mark, and inhales. The scent coming off the omega still has that sweet strawberry scent, but now he is also giving off the cool mint of Jungkook. “It’s lovely Park Jimin, my omega likes it.” Against his better judgement, he leans in and gives his scent gland a little kiss.

A shiver runs through the omega and he gasps. “Tae, look!” he squeals, holding Yoongi extremely gently as though one small move will scare him off.

“I already have five pictures of it saved, and will have them distributed within the hour,” Taehyung notifies him.

Yoongi pulls away and glares at the grinning pair. “See? This is why I don’t do nice things.”

“I love you too Yoongi hyung,” Jimin says brightly, eyes glistening.

“Yea, yea, I love you Park Jimin, now can we move on?”

Both Jimin and Taehyung squeal. Yoongi turns to Jungkook for help, who just gives him a warm smile. “So, as you can see, I love that man.” Jungkook tells him, looking at Jimin with a fondness in his gaze that is honestly disgusting. “And I want my family to know him. Recently, I’ve been in contact with my brother and things are going well. I even got my mother to write once. I have no hope for my father, but… I want at least my brother to be at our wedding. I want him to be my third groomsman.”

Jimin goes over to Jungkook and wraps his arms around him, pulling him into his chest. “We’ll get there baby,” he tells him soothingly.

“So, yea, I guess that’s the answer to your question Yoongi hyung,” Jungkook tells him from Jimin’s chest. “I love Jimin hyung and I want my family to know that I’ve found the love of my life. I want them to love him too. We were going to wait for my family to be able to be here for the mating ceremony, which is why we kept putting it off, but then during my rut last week I kept begging Jimin hyung to mate me,” he flushes slightly, tucking his head further into his partner’s shoulder. “Then afterwards I thought, why the hell not? Why am I holding myself back from being mated to the love of my life, because of some assholes who disowned me? So I proposed and I’m so fucking glad I did. Being bonded feels incredible. I can’t believe we waited this long.”

Jimin and Jungkook look at each other, their gazes so full of love Yoongi has to look away and fake vomit at Taehyung, who giggles. “So, we’ll hold off on the wedding until my brother can find a way to make it here, and maybe my mother, but they will miss the mating ceremony, and you know what? That’s too fucking bad.”

“They’ll get to know me baby,” Jimin tells him soothingly, giving him a deep kiss. “and I’ll make them fucking love me, by force if I have to.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Of course you will darling.”

-

“I don’t think they should be allowed to make such a specific dress code for their ceremony. They’re lucky I’m even showing up at all,” Yoongi growls, readjusting his tiara. Merida didn’t even wear a tiara.

Taehyung, with his ridiculously long blonde wig, gives him an unsympathetic look. “You’re part of the wedding party hyung, this is the theme Jiminie wanted.”

“You’re supposed to be his best man! You couldn’t even talk him out of the Disney prince theme?” Yoongi asks him incredulously. Jimin had chosen to have all his groomsmen dress as a Disney prince – but since he said that none of the princes had any personality (“except Flynn Ryder, but we can’t all be him”) – he had them dressed as the male version of a Disney princess that matched their personality. Yoongi had really wanted Mulan but of course Jimin took her. He has no idea why he was given Merida from Brave, but the red wig is itchy as fuck.

Taehyung says nothing, just adjusts his pink blouse in the mirror. Honestly, he pulls it off really well. That man could wear a potato sack and still look like he’s about to walk the runway.

“You encouraged him to do the Disney prince theme didn’t you.” Yoongi asks him dryly, forgetting for a second who the fuck he was talking to.

“In my defense, I did talk him down from giving me Anna from Frozen.” He makes a face, “Tangled over Frozen any day of the week, and I will fight you on that.”

“Why would I fight you over pure facts?”

Taehyung sends him a bright grin over his shoulder. “See? This is the kind of worldly knowledge you gain from coming to movie nights hyung. And if you’d just let me dye your hair red, you wouldn’t have had to wear the wig,” he counters.

Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest. Honestly, his dark green blouse with yellow poofy elbows and black slacks isn’t a bad outfit. He’d take that over Taehyung’s hot pink blouse and white tights (extremely okay with Taehyung being in them) any day, but the wig and tiara are really testing his patience. “And I told you there’s no way in hell that’s happening. Why am I even Merida? This is why you made us watch Brave last movie night isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, and it’s because you are an independent omega who don’t need no man, and you would 100% try to shoot for your own hand.”

“Hello losers in your wigs, looks like I’m the only one who put any effort into their character,” Hobi arrives loudly, flipping his newly dyed shocking red hair as he waddles over in the tight mermaid tail.

Alright, Yoongi takes back all the complaints he had about his costume. Hobi is literally wearing a tight green mermaid tail around his legs and nothing on top. The omega is very, very shirtless. Gross.

“Where the fuck is your clamshell bra?” Yoongi asks, putting a hand in front of his face so he doesn’t have to see the man’s naked torso.

“I don’t know Yoongi hyung, where are my tits?” Hobi replies easily, adjusting his bright red hair in the mirror. Honestly, he pulls it off well. How in the world?

“I’m staring right at them right now and I’m hating every second of it,” Yoongi counters, glaring at the omega’s nipples. “Why the fuck are you Ariel?”

“Because of my bubbly personality, obviously.” He rolls his eyes.

“Really? I thought it was because you have no ass,” Yoongi bites back.

Hobi glares at him, “what do you mean no ass? Ariel has an ass.”

“She literally doesn’t, she just has a tail.”

A bark of laughter comes from behind them and they turn to find the man of the hour has arrived. Jimin looks breathtaking in a modified, fitted version of Mulan’s armor. He’s also wearing a modified, more subtle version of Mulan’s make-up, and he looks like a vision. He’s both elegantly beautiful and powerful. It’s a hell of a combination, but it fits the omega so well. “I’m so glad Yoongi hyung figured it out so quickly.”

Hobi gasps, “what the fuck Jimin?!”

“He’s been biding his time for years waiting to make this joke,” Taehyung giggles, pulling Jimin into a tight hug. “You look amazing Jiminie.”

“Why thank you handsome Rapunzel,” Jimin giggles.

“The superior half of the wedding party has arrived!” the doors behind them are thrown open dramatically, and Jin, obviously dressed as Star Lord, saunters in.

“What the hell?!” Yoongi complains, “why do they get to dress up as Marvel characters?! Disney princes and Marvel superheroes don’t even go together!”

Jungkook walks in next, in an honestly impressive Iron Man suit. Jimin giggles, running over to throw himself into the alpha’s arms. “It’s so Jungkookie can be Iron Man of course!”

“Yea that’s great and all,” Namjoon’s voice precedes the man. A second later he steps into the room, looking disgruntled. “But why the fuck am I Groot?”

Yoongi looks at the alpha for a grand total of one second before he bursts into laughter. Namjoon is wearing a tight camouflage shirt and pants that resemble Groot’s bark, and his face and hands are covered in body paint to look like the tree. His hair is also styled to stand straight up like the top of Groot’s head.

“Because you are tall and stoic,” Jungkook answers easily as the rest of the group laugh openly at the painted-up alpha.

“Oh come on! I’m a poet! My vocabulary is more than three fucking words!” He objects. He turns to glare at Yoongi, “how is it Yoongi hyung got the best outfit?”

“You’re kidding right?” Yoongi asks him through bouts of laughter. Alright, he has to hand it to the mated couple, this night may be more entertaining than he originally thought. “Are you seeing the wig?”

“Ooh a wig. At least you aren’t painted to look like a fucking tree! Jungkook, why the fuck did you even paint my torso, arms, and legs if I’m just going to wear the shirt and pants over top?”

Yoongi chokes and has to lean into Taehyung for support as he laughs. Jungkook just grins at Namjoon, “so you would get into character.”

Namjoon throws his hands in the air in exasperation. “As the best man, I don’t deserve this shit, but it’s your day, so let’s just get this over with.”

It seemed as though Jimin and Jungkook invited the entire town to their celebration – if the amount of people over 70 was any indication. The ‘release the doves’ Yoongi had overheard Taehyung and Jimin talking about a month earlier was not a euphemism at all. They quite literally had a crate full of doves that they released into the air to precede the newly mated couple as they walked a red carpet into the town rec centre.

And he had to give Taehyung credit. Despite having the ceremony in a building that, like the rest of the town, was built 100 years ago, he was able to dress it up so the room was unrecognizable.

The décor was a charming mismatch of superhero and Disney princess theme with a literal pony ride and a laser tag area. The waiters that moved between the guests were dressed up as the dishes from Beauty and the Beast and the drinks consisted of a six-shot infinity stone special, each shot glowing the colour of an infinity stone.

The fact that the shots came as a pack of six meant that the evenings entertainment went south very quickly. While Yoongi could easily down six shots and feel fine, he couldn’t say the same for the rest of the wedding party. This led to some sloppy speeches on the part of Taehyung and even Namjoon when it came time.

“I fucking love this man!” Taehyung shouts as a prelude to his speech. “I’ve been planning this speech for years, and I want you all to know that one time, we got drunk in a hotel hot tub and we measured dick sizes. I was bigger… I was bigger,” he says seriously, looking around the room sharply to make sure everyone had heard. Of course they had, and some parents were covering their children’s ears. Yoongi is not even feeling slightly inclined to stop him. “That led to Jimin measuring me against Jungkook and I’m longer! Yoongi hyung I’m longer!” Yoongi buries his head in his hands. God save him. “But Jungkook is thicker!” Taehyung announces, still going because no one has stopped him yet. Jimin and Jungkook are both pretty drunk themselves and giggling uncontrollably. “So, I guess we’re even. But there is no measurement to how much I love you Jiminie!” Taehyung spreads his arms out wide as though he’d said something profound and not just compared his dick size to his love for Jimin. “My love can’t be measured by length or girth,” the rest of the wedding party is giggling uncontrollably now. Yoongi still has his head down on the table, refusing to be a witness to this. “It can only be measured in time spent together and in the life moments we have experienced. This being another momentous occasion!” He starts to tear up as he looks at the couple.

“Let me tell you the story of how Jimin met Jungkook. Jimin wanted a tattoo of a song that got him through some shit man. I fully supported that beautiful man in getting said tattoo,” he swings his arm to point at Jimin dramatically. “Jiminie arrives back home from the tattoo shop – we lived together for those who don’t know – and he immediately laid on the floor and screamed.” Taehyung laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners. “He said he had just met the most handsome, sexy, and cute little alpha he had ever seen in his life and if love at first sight was real, he’d just experienced it. So Jiminie, with my help of course, quickly hashed a plan to see the alpha as often as possible and seduce him. I, of course, had to check out the alpha for myself to make sure he was worthy of my Jiminie.”

Jungkook snorts, “you came into my shop and started screaming and knocking stuff over.”

“I was testing to see if you had anger management issues,” Taehyung waves a hand. “Needless to say, cute little Jungkookie passed my inspection with flying colours, and he was also so far gone for Jiminie himself that we didn’t even really need to seduce him. All of our best laid plans went to the wayside because Jimin just needed to smile at Jungkook and the idiot would get an aneurism.” He laughs again, “so right from the beginning these two were meant for each other.”

“And now, two years later, here we are! Listening to his best friend tell you about his dick size. And it’s actually come full circle, because Jiminie’s returned the favour and helped me seduce my own man.” Yoongi sinks even lower in his seat. “I don’t know if I have managed to tell the whole town yet, but this man dressed as Merida right here is mine, in case you think of getting any ideas.”

“You have!” someone yells exasperatedly from the crowd. The audience chuckles.

“Anyways, we’re not here for me and the love of my life, we’re here for Jiminie and the love of his. And… I’m just so fuckin’ proud of you guys!” Taehyung bursts into tears and runs into Jimin’s arms.

Namjoon’s speech wasn’t much more eloquent, proving the other alpha really couldn’t hold his liquor either. Although, you would have expected more from a nationally acclaimed poet. “I fuckin’ love this kid!” Namjoon starts, already teary eyed and pulling Jungkook into what looked like a very tight headlock. “This kid is my second chance at life man. Follow your dreams Jungkook, you fuckin’ talented son of a bitch! Don’t let anyone hold you back. Look at me! I’m a fucking tree!” He holds his arms out, finally releasing Jungkook from his hold. “Would I rather not be a tree? Yes. But guess who made me a tree? A beautiful, talking, drunk tree? This absolute madman!” He grabs Jungkook roughly again.

All in all, it was by far the most Yoongi has ever heard Namjoon swear. Apparently Namjoon swaps souls with a drunken sailor when inebriated.

The drunk laser tag game was … an experience as well. Somehow, Yoongi still fucking loses despite being the only sober one, and he loses badly. He’s never going to be able to live down being shot over twenty times by a staggering, yet still extremely competitive Jungkook.  

As the night winds down, the music slows, and the tables are moved out of the way to make a dance floor.

Yoongi is swaying side to side with Taehyung, really just holding up the alpha at this point. He looks around to the other dancing couples and has to do a double take at one couple in particular.

“Taehyungie, five o’clock,” he nudges the alpha leaning on his shoulder.

Taehyung giggles, “I think it’s a bit later than five o’clock my love. My omega. My pretty, pretty boyfriend.”

“Ugh, no shut up,” Yoongi pushes Taehyung slightly off him, “look behind you, Jin hyung is dancing very, very closely with Namjoon.”

Taehyung giggles again but does look over his shoulder. He turns back around and shakes his head at Yoongi. “No my love, Jinnie hyung is dancing with a tree.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and looks back over Taehyung’s shoulder at the couple. Jin and Namjoon are laughing, their foreheads pressed together, their lips a hair’s breadth apart. Interesting… and kinda hot.

“Love, you’d choose me over a tree right?” Taehyung asks him, dropping his head back on his shoulder and moving his hands to grab his ass.

Yoongi sighs but doesn’t remove the alpha’s hands from his ass. It’s dark, that’s his excuse. He lets himself enjoy the warmth of Taehyung’s beautiful fingers digging into his ass. “Yes Taehyungie, I would choose you over a tree. I’d choose you over anyone.” He keeps his eye on Jin and Namjoon as they almost fall into the drink stand behind them. Namjoon’s arms are wrapped around Jin’s waist tightly to stop him from falling.

“Good. It’s because I’m so big and manly and alpha right?” Taehyung looks back over his shoulder to see what Yoongi is staring at and catches Jin rubbing his hand down Namjoon’s chest while laughing at something the alpha said. “That’s so gross,” he adds.

Yoongi laughs. “Yes Taehyungie, you’re very manly… although you can’t hold your liquor.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock. “Hyung! I am as sober as a fish right now!” Yoongi chokes out a laugh. “Let me show you!”

“No, no, don’t! I believe you!” Yoongi yells as Taehyung proceeds to lift him off the floor as though he weighs nothing and starts spinning him around.

Taehyung is able to spin them twice before he loses balance and falls, albeit rather gracefully to the floor, cradling Yoongi in his hold to land safely on top of him. Yoongi laughs as Taehyung tries to play off the fall and curls Yoongi into his lap. “See? Sober,” he tells him, before pressing a deep kiss to his scent gland.

Yoongi giggles and allows the alpha a minute to nuzzle into his neck before he decides to stop looking like a fucking idiot sitting on the ground and pulls Taehyung to his feet.

When he looks around again, Namjoon and Jin are nowhere to be seen.

-

Yoongi wakes up the next morning (or afternoon, whatever), to his phone vibrating. He groans and rolls out of Taehyung’s hold to grab the phone off his nightstand and glare at it.

Namjoon: YOONGI HYUNG WAKE UP I NEED YOUR HELP

Yoongi: someone better be dying

Namjoon: Its 1 pm

Yoongi: u have 5 secs to get on with it

Namjoon: I fucked up.

I fucked up so badly

Oh my god hyung, you have no idea. I’ve made a huge mistake

Yoongi: what’d u do, have sex with Jin?

Yoongi laughs at his own joke. God he’s witty in the mornings.

Namjoon: …………………….

…………………………

………………………………………………..

Yoongi blinks at his phone.

Yoongi: omg ewwwww wtf Groot fucked Star Lord??!!!

Namjoon: That’s not really the most pressing issue right now!!

Yoongi: u fucked him as a tree omg wtf. Uve completely ruined Guardians of the Galaxy for me

Namjoon: Focus Yoongi. I’ve fucked up big time!

Yoongi: wer u still wearing the costume?!?!

Namjoon: omg NO! I wasn’t wearing anything! That’s the whole point!!

Yoongi: pls tell me u at least wiped off the body paint

Namjoon: …………………………………..

Yoongi: omg ewwwwwwww wtf!?!

Namjoon: It wasn’t the most pressing issue at the time!

Yoongi! You’re focusing on the wrong thing!

Yoongi: I think ur focusing on the wrong thing

U fucked jin for the first time in full body tree paint

U have to live with that now

Namjoon: IM NOT LVIING WITH THAT THAT’S WHY I TXTED U! IM FREAKING OUT!

IVE FUCKING RUINED EVERYTHIGN AND HES GONE AND IM TRYING TO GET U TO HELP ME!

U FUCKER

Yoongi: alright alright relax

Namjoon: I CANT

Yoongi: ill be over in a minute hold on

I swear to god that paint better be gone when I get there

Chapter Text

Yoongi arrives to a flustered (but thankfully tree paint-free) Namjoon. The alpha’s hair is sticking straight up as though he’s been running his fingers through it all morning, and he’s wearing the oldest, rattiest set of pyjamas Yoongi has ever seen.

“Jesus man,” Yoongi tells him as he steps inside and pokes his finger into a large hole in his yellowing pyjama pants. “You don’t have to look as shitty as you feel you know.”

“These are my stress pyjamas,” Namjoon tells him distractedly as he leads Yoongi into his sitting room.

“You’re stressed often I gather.”

“Yes.” Namjoon sits in a small armchair, hands twisting in his lap. He looks so pathetic even Yoongi, hater of physical affection (from anyone other than Taehyung that is), wants to give him a hug.

Yoongi takes the opposite couch. “Don’t you think it would have been a better idea to talk to someone with a little bit more emotional intelligence than me?” Yoongi questions, seriously doubting his abilities to make the alpha feel any better.

Namjoon shakes his head. “You’re like me. We have similar emotional intelligences you and I. I want to hear from someone who understands my inability to get my fucking act together.”

“I feel like I should be offended by that.”

Namjoon drops his head into his hands, “I’ve fucked up so bad hyung.”

“Why don’t you tell me what happened. Walk me through it, then I can be the judge of whether you’ve actually fucked up or if you’re overthinking everything.”

Namjoon sighs and lifts his head up. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“How about you start at the mating ceremony. I saw you and Jin hyung dancing together,” Yoongi prompts. “You seemed close… and drunk.”

Namjoon groans and leans back into his chair. “Yes. We were drunk. At the celebration at least. Jin hyung is a clingy drunk, he always has been.”

“I see, so that was nothing… out of the ordinary for drunk Jin?” Yoongi asks.

He rubs a hand down his face, “I don’t know… no? He was more clingy I think?”

“Okay, so how did you guys get here?”

“We were both drinking so Jin hyung suggested splitting a cab… but when he gave the cab driver the address, he only gave him mine…” he pulls his hands away from his face and frowns.

“Ah. Premeditated,” Yoongi nods. It’s sounding like Jin planned for the night to end the way it did, but that doesn’t explain why he left.

Namjoon shakes his head, “no, no you have it all wrong. He was just drunk. He probably didn’t even remember his address.”

“But he remembered yours.” Yoongi deadpans.

Namjoon shrugs. “Anyway… we, uh, kissed in the cab,” he buries his face in his hands again and lets out a groan of despair.

“Who initiated it?” Yoongi prompts.

“I think it was Jin hyung,” Namjoon mumbles between his fingers.

Yep, definitely planned on Jin’s part. Yoongi has a suspicion that the man was not nearly as drunk as he seemed.

“By the time we got here, we were both pretty much sober,” Namjoon continues, confirming Yoongi’s suspicion.

He raises an eyebrow. “So getting into the cab, Jin hyung was too drunk to remember his own address, but getting out, what, half an hour later? He was perfectly sober.”

“I think the drive was longer than that. There was a lot of traffic,” Namjoon defends.

“Uh huh,” Yoongi says disbelievingly. “So then how’d you end up doing the deed?”

Namjoon groans again and sinks in his chair. “I don’t know, we were kissing, then Jin asked me to invite him in, and I did, then… we just kept going… it just casually happened I don’t know.”

Yoongi snorts, “so you were kissing him then just happened to get naked and slip your dick into his ass… casually.”

Namjoon throws a book at him.

“Did you slip and fall, dick first, into his ass?” Yoongi laughs, catching the book before it hits him in the head.

“Yah! Stop laughing! This is a serious matter!” Namjoon pouts, reaching for another book.

“How do you accidentally have sex with someone?” Yoongi continues, catching the second book and grinning cheekily at the alpha.

Namjoon cracks a small smile, “stoooop.”

“So, by your explanation, I take it Jin hyung took the lead? He was the instigator? Since it seems like you were going with the flow… casually.”

Namjoon groans and throws another book at Yoongi. The man has way too many books in this place. He hasn’t even made a dent in the stack next to him. “Shut up… but yea. Jin hyung was… in control.” He ducks his head again and takes a deep breath.

“And he had no issue whatsoever with the tree-paint?” Yoongi can’t help but ask.

“I already regret asking you to help.” Namjoon mumbles.

“Alright, alright. What happened after?” Yoongi moves on.

“We laid down, and he told me to go to sleep. Then I woke up at 5 am alone.” He curls up on himself holding his stomach and looking to be in physical pain.

Yoongi can’t hold his instincts back any longer. He gets up and stands next to the alpha, reaching out to rub a hand up and down his back. “Did he say anything before he went to sleep? Did you guys talk about anything?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “He just told me to lay down and go to sleep, and I said okay and hugged him under the blankets,” his voice breaks. “I’m in love with him hyung.”

Yoongi continues rubbing circles down his back, “I know.”

Namjoon jolts slightly and looks up. His eyes are damp. The sight is heartbreaking. “What do you mean you know?”

“Jesus man, you’re painfully obvious.” He shakes his head.

Namjoon pales, “do you think Jin hyung knew? Do you think it was pity sex?”

Yoongi sits on the arm of the chair. “You’re friends Namjoon. He wouldn’t have sex with you if he didn’t want to. Jin hyung’s not the type to do pity sex.”

He nods but doesn’t look much better.

“Did you message or call him today?” Yoongi asks, already guessing the answer.

Namjoon snorts, “what do you think hyung?”

“Don’t you think that’d be a good idea?” Yoongi tries.

Namjoon glares at him. “No, I’d rather die.”

It’s Yoongi’s turn to snort. “The two of you aren’t big on communication huh?”

“You were supposed to make me feel better hyung. So far, I’ve only felt worse.”

“What are you afraid of?” Yoongi powers through, wanting to get the entire picture. “What’s the worst-case scenario in your mind?”

“He regrets every second of it, and now we can’t be friends, and he’s mad at me for the whole thing.” Namjoon says immediately.

“Okaaay, now what’s the best-case scenario in your mind?”

“He doesn’t regret it but sees it as a casual thing. He might want to be friends with benefits or something.” Namjoon shakes his head, “I can’t do that hyung.”

“I know,” Yoongi says soothingly.

“I can’t do casual sex. I know Jin hyung has no problem with it, he’s done it. But I can’t. Especially not with him.”

Yoongi continues rubbing circles on the alpha’s back. “Have you considered that he returns your feelings?” he asks, testing the waters.

Namjoon shakes his head. “He doesn’t. If he did, why would he have left in the middle of the night without saying anything? No note or text. Nothing. I looked.” He drops his head again. “He either left because he regrets it or thought it was no big deal.”

Yoongi sighs, he does have a point. Jin’s actions don’t exactly scream ‘I love you’. The two of them were hopeless.

“Everything. Everything’s for him,” Namjoon whispers.

“Hmm?” Yoongi asks, trying to think of a way to fix this. Punching Jin in the face seems like a pretty good way to go right now.

“Everything I’ve done since I met him. All of my poems, they’re all for him. About him.”

Yoongi perks up, an idea suddenly forming. “Your published poems or unpublished ones?” he asks.

“Both.” The alpha answers dejectedly.

“Do you have the unpublished ones here?” Yoongi asks, looking around the cluttered mess of a living room.

Namjoon nods and pulls open the drawer of the coffee table. He grabs a leather-bound journal and sets it on his lap, hands smoothing over the cover lovingly.

“Those are your unpublished poems for Jin?” Yoongi confirms.

Namjoon nods sadly.

Yoongi gets up and moves to sit on the sofa opposite the alpha again. “Read them to me, it might make you feel better,” he says, pulling his phone out.

Namjoon’s eyes widen. “Or I’ll feel 100 times worse.”

Yoongi shrugs, “never know until you start. It’ll give me time to think up what you should do.”

Namjoon looks skeptical but opens up the book anyway.

Yoongi opens up the messages on his phone. “Tae is asking what I want for lunch. You can start, I’m listening,” he tells him as he opens up a chat with Jin.

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: Jin! I need your help

Namjoon clears his throat. “The Man of My Dreams,” he begins.

Yoongi snorts. “Nice title,” he says sarcastically.

“This is unpublished for a reason!” Namjoon defends, glaring up at him. “Keep going and I won’t read any of it to you.”

“Sorry, sorry, continue. I’ll be good.”

YourIdol: Busy right now can this wait

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: Why did u leave Namjoon in the middle of the night?

He’s decided to forgo all forms of subtlety. Their friends have danced around this for too long. Someone needs to just tell it to them straight.

Yoongi’s plan is really quite simple. Namjoon asked Yoongi to help him, because he knew that he would understand where he’s coming from. Both Yoongi and Namjoon are emotionally constipated and would rather do anything than face their feelings. If Namjoon had asked Taehyung or Jimin or Hobi for advice, they would have told him to go confess to Jin on the spot, preferably with a grand gesture, and a few glitter bombs. Jungkook would have likely told him to talk quietly with Jin one on one. Yoongi understands that none of those things are going to happen. If Namjoon hasn’t been able to confess his feelings in three years of knowing Jin, he definitely isn’t going to be able to now, when he is heartbroken and afraid.

So Yoongi draws on his own relationship. The reason Yoongi is with Taehyung is because he took the lead. Taehyung made it painfully obvious that he was interested in Yoongi, and he was the one to ask him on a date and make the big moves Yoongi was too afraid to make.

Now, after six months of knowing him, Yoongi thinks he understands Jin as well. Jin isn’t shy and emotionally constipated like Namjoon, he is just prideful. Jin wants to be pursued, desired, not the other way around. He wants Namjoon to want him. He wants the alpha to ask him out and make that grand romantic gesture, and he’s been slowly holding his hand, trying to get the alpha to fall for him and confess for all these years. But, Yoongi knows that this isn’t going to happen the way things stand. Hell, Yoongi wouldn’t do that in Namjoon’s position. Therefore, the only one in this relationship capable of budging is Jin. Yoongi just needs to give him a reason to put his heart on the line and confess to Namjoon, because the idiot won’t believe anything short of a confession. He’s as dense as Yoongi was, who still doubted if Taehyung actually liked him for weeks, even after they started dating. 

YourIdol: ………………….

R u with Namjoon?????!!

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: yes. Hes heartbroken. Wtf???

YourIdol: ………………….

Bc I left?

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: ffs jin

He loves u

YourIdol: he told u this explicitly?

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: yes.

Why did u leave?

YourIdol: I PANICKED OKAAAAAY

FUCK. U CANT DO THIS TO ME YOONGI

DOES NAMJOON KNOW UR TXTING ME?

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: No. He’s currently half crying reading all the unpublished love poems he wrote for u

He has a whole book full

……….. all the love poems hes published in the last 3 years are for u too

Fyi

YourIdol: YOOONGIGIISDJDJFSJDF

FUCK U WHY R U TELLING ME THIS?

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: WHY ARENT U HERE??

YourIdol: I WAS AFRAID HE WAS JUST GOING ALONG WITH IT

AND IT WASN’T SOEMTHING HE REALLY WANTED OKAAAYYY

FCK, HE REALLY HAS A BOOK?

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: Jin, this man is afraid u left bc u thought u made a mistake

YourIdol: I didn’t

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: u sure? He was painted like a tree… I think it was a mistake

YourIdol: I thought the paint was dry and hardened ….

But I was washing leaf patterns off my inner thighs this morning

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: T M fucking I

YourIdol: THIS IS WHAT U GET FOR DOING SHIT WITH MY BROTHER IN MY PRESENCE

PAY BACK

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: he thought u might have just considered it casual sex too

YourIdol: it wasn’t

I rode that man to an inch of his life yoongi, there was nothing casual about it

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: LITERALLY STOP OR IM NOT HELPING EITHER OF U

YourIdol: He’s hung af

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: I will find ur car…

YourIdol: STAY THE FCK AWAY FROM MY CAR MIN YOONGI

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: COME COLLECT UR MAN U JACKASS

YourIdol: fck …

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: u need ot come here, tell him ur in love with him, then force him to read his novel of love poems to u

He’ll do it.

YourIdol: the published ones are for me too??

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: Yes.

YourIdol: fuck.

U promise he has unpublished poems about me?

Yoongi grins. And there’s the proof and grand gesture Jin needs. It didn’t matter how many people had told him that Namjoon was into him, the stubborn, prideful man wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. He’s only willing to bare his heart as long as he has the affirmation that it won’t be thrown away.

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: Im suffering through them right now

The titles are garbage btw

Not even that good

YourIdol: F U his poems are world famous

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: im pretty sure this poem has been five pages long already and its just about ur face

YourIdol: SOLD.

SAY NO MORE, IM ON MY WAY

MY ALPHA HAS TASSTEEEE

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: Lol hurry up, if I have to hear about the ‘galaxy in your eyes’ one more time im gonna vomit... on all of ur poems

YourIdol: KEEP HIM THERE YOONGI, I’LL BE THERE IN 10

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: lol where the fuck would he go?

YourIdol: MAKE SURE HE ANSWERS THE DOOR FOR ME AND DOESN’T RUN

DontTouchMyBrotherInMyPresence: deal.

The sound of the doorbell has Namjoon jerking up from where he had been reduced to a blubbering mess on the chair, reading one of the more explicit poems. In hindsight, making Namjoon read his love poems to Jin was probably not the best idea.

“Sorry,” Yoongi explains at Namjoon’s alarmed look, “I ordered a pizza.”

“Oh,” Namjoon says, blinking back his tears and wiping his eyes. “Yea, thanks, that sounds good right now.”

Great. Now Yoongi feels bad for not actually ordering a pizza. He’s really not good at this kind of thing.

Yoongi gets up, leaving Namjoon to get his shit together on the chair, and goes to the front entrance to open the door.

He, of course, finds Jin standing there, hair styled and lips sparkling, fidgeting nervously. (He also notices a few shockingly purple hickeys on his neck, (very disturbing) but doesn’t comment).

“Namjoon!” Yoongi yells over his shoulder while trying to give Jin the most reassuring look he can manage. “Come here, I don’t have any money for a tip.”

He steps back and lets Jin inside.

A second later, he hears the alpha amble down the stairs, grumbling under his breath.

Namjoon arrives in the entrance way, wallet in hand, but drops it as soon as his eyes land on Jin. He stares at him eyes wide, before turning to Yoongi, a betrayed look on his face.

“Joonie,” Jin says quietly, and Yoongi backs up against the wall, out of the way. Jin steps closer to Namjoon who stumbles back. “Have you ever written a love poem about me?”

“What?” Namjoon sputters and looks back to Yoongi again, an accusatory look on his face.

Jin takes another step closer so there is only about a foot between them. “Are any of the poems you’ve written about me?” He has a determined look on his face.

Namjoon sputters for a second, before taking a deep breath and saying, “yes.”

Jin releases a breath too. He then closes the distance between them and rests a hand on his chest. “Why?”

Namjoon’s eyes are wide, looking down at Jin with a lost expression on his face. He just shakes his head, appearing unable to answer.

“Is it because you love me?” Jin presses, curling his hand in Namjoon’s shirt and pulling.

Namjoon lets out a weak little sound, chest pressed against Jin’s. “Yes,” he breathes, so quietly that Yoongi wouldn’t even have known he spoke if he hadn’t seen his lips move.

Jin tilts his head and lets out a lopsided little smile. Well damn, the stubborn omega got Namjoon to confess to him first after all. “Good.” He says steadily, “because I love you too.” He surges forward and kisses him hard on the lips.

And as absolutely disgusting as every second of this has been for Yoongi, he can’t seem to look away. They both have thick plush lips and watching them crash together again and again is actually pretty hot. He discretely takes a few pics for the group chat. He knows his friends long enough now to know that no moment is sacred. Every little thing that happens is subject to scrutiny by the entire group. Yoongi would honestly be doing a disservice by not providing this development to the group chats… especially the three chats that are solely dedicated to getting Jin and Namjoon together.

When it looks like they aren’t going to break apart, and instead have sex right there in the entrance way, Yoongi clears his throat loudly. “Gross.”

Jin finally pulls away, and Namjoon laughs as they turn to look at Yoongi.

“I’m literally right here, and had to witness every second of that, so you owe me compensation for emotional damages.”

Namjoon laughs again, light and happy, and Jin curls into him, nuzzling into his neck and scenting him. “Not paying you shit. This is payback for what you and Tae put me through.”

Namjoon makes a low rumbling sound in his throat and scents Jin back. Yoongi fake vomits. “A thank you would be nice.”

“You weren’t texting Tae Tae were you?” Namjoon asks, finally connecting the dots.

“Ooh, he’s a sharp one. You’re lucky you were able to snatch that one up when you did Jin hyung.”

Namjoon glares at him while Jin grins. “Yes, thank you Yoongi, but I’m not sure Joonie will really want to be thank you.” He looks up at the alpha with a mischievous grin, “I heard you have a book of love poems for me.”

Namjoon blanches, and glares at Yoongi. “You fucking traitor.”

“You’re reading them to me Joonie,” Jin presses, jabbing a finger into the alpha’s chest. “Every. Single. One. Right now.”

Namjoon looks as though he’s about to be sick. “That’ll… that’ll take several hours to do,” he admits.

Jin’s grin widens. “Excellent. That’s what I like to hear. We better get started then.”

Namjoon sighs in defeat and nods, sending one last tortured look Yoongi’s way. Yoongi winks back at him, enjoying himself immensely.

Jin claps happily and throws his arms over Namjoon’s shoulders. “Carry me to my book of poems Joonie.”

Yoongi snaps one more pic as Namjoon lifts Jin up bridal style. “Did you just take a picture?” Namjoon asks, looking flustered and red in the face as Jin reclines regally in his arms.

“Yea it’s for the group chat. Honestly, thanks guys, I’m gonna get so much money out of this.”

“Excuse me?!”

Yoongi shrugs, “there are three different group chats about getting you two together, and I just won two of the bets. So thanks for that.”

Namjoon looks horrified while Jin just grins. “You’re welcome Yoongi. You’re forgiven for all the trauma you’ve put me through these past 6 months dating my brother.”

Yoongi grins back and gives him a thumbs up, “have fun with the poems Namjoon.” He cackles wickedly and runs out the door before the alpha can retort.

-

The dreaded day has finally arrived. The day Yoongi has to video call his parents.

How the hell does he explain Taehyung to his parents? While they’ve always tried to get him to date and find a mate, they’ve been known to set him up with stuffy sons of their lawyer friends. They also want Yoongi to come back to Seoul and live in the city. Instead of doing either of those things, Yoongi is electing to live in the middle of nowhere with an eccentric alpha who owns a flower shop. This should be good.

After hearing a knock, Yoongi opens the door to not just Taehyung but Jin as well.

“No,” Yoongi says immediately, trying to shut the door in the omega’s face.

After Yoongi spammed the group chat with nauseating photos of Jin and Namjoon sucking face a week ago, and the group chat collectively lost their minds, Jin and Namjoon made it official and are now nearly inseparable. The only pleasant surprise to this is that they are not nearly as obnoxious of a couple as Jimin and Jungkook or even Taehyung and Yoongi. It might have to do with their age, or the fact that they’ve been in love with each other for 3 years, but they are a surprisingly tolerable couple, already more domestic than Taehyung and Yoongi.

“I just wanna talk Yoongi,” Jin says innocently, as though he doesn’t plan on crashing his video call. Taehyung is enough, bringing Jin into it too is a horrifying idea.

Taehyung gives Yoongi a peck on the lips as he walks inside, and Jin ruffles his hair as he strong arms his way in. “You have shit timing.”

“So does Jiho noona,” Jin seethes, flopping down on Yoongi’s couch and throwing a hand over his eyes.

“He wants to vent,” Taehyung explains, worrying his lip. “He knows he has to leave for the call.”

“The call is in 10 minutes,” Yoongi says sternly, moving to sit next to Jin on the couch. “So make this quick.”

“I decided to talk to The Bitch^TM for the first time since the Namjoon announcement,” Jin begins conversationally, but Yoongi can tell by the stiff set to his shoulders that he’s upset. “And … well, that went well.”

Taehyung looks worriedly between Yoongi and Jin. Yoongi knows why Jin wants to rant to him about this. Ever since Yoongi has come into the picture, Jiho has been distant with him at best, downright hostile at worst. Jin also shares some tension with Jiho, although for a different reason. The problem comes with Taehyung. Since Taehyung is the baby of the family, Jiho practically raised him, and still remains very close with him today. This is likely why she is so hostile towards Yoongi, but it makes this hard for Taehyung because he loves his sister and he loves Yoongi and Jin, and seeing them not get along really upsets him.

“She’s unhappy,” Yoongi guesses.

Jin laughs hollowly and turns to look at Yoongi with wide eyes. “She literally accused me of stealing Joonie from her!”

Yoongi whistles lowly. “Wow.”

“Yea, and then I told her she wouldn’t have a chance with Joonie if she was the last omega on earth.”

“So, sounds like it went well then,” Yoongi says sarcastically.

“I also told her she’ll die alone if she keeps being a stuck-up bitch.”

“Ah.”

“And that she has a dusty old uterus.”

“Jesus.”

“And that I’m hotter.”

“Low blow.”

“And her terrible face and personality is why she’s still single and no one loves her.”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side.” Yoongi winces, patting Jin’s leg soothingly.

Taehyung looks at Yoongi with wide eyes. “That’s it? You’re not even a little mad at him for what he said? He was out of line!”

“We all say things we don’t mean in the heat of the moment,” Yoongi reasons. He’s not going to step into a sibling fight, knowing from his cousins firsthand that they can get really ugly.

“Oh no, I meant every word.”

“Ah.”

“Jinnie hyung, that was too much,” Taehyung says sternly.

“She told me that I was a conceited, stuck up bitch and that I tricked Joonie into dating me!” Jin yells.

“She shouldn’t have said that either,” Taehyung says, raising his arms.

“She’s just jealous,” Yoongi says, squeezing Jin’s hand in his own. “Don’t take anything she says to heart.”

“I know she’s jealous,” Jin huffs, squeezing Yoongi’s hand back. “But she’s been jealous for years. It’s fucking ridiculous at this point. She needs someone to just shake some sense into her. Or better yet, fuck some sense into her, she needs to get laid badly.”

“Please tell me you didn’t tell her that.”

“Oh no, I did,” Jin confirms.

Yoongi winces. “I don’t know what you want me to say Jin hyung,” he tells him honestly, checking the clock nervously. “This is between you and Jiho and it’s been going on for years, longer than I’ve been here. This is something that you two have to sort out without shouting insults at each other.”

Taehyung nods at Yoongi encouragingly. He feels bad for Taehyung for being the sibling stuck in the middle of all of this.

“What I want, Yoongi, is for someone to just listen to me rant about her and say, ‘why yes, she is a bitch’.”

“Oh yea, she is a bitch,” Yoongi agrees. Taehyung throws his hands in the air in defeat.

“See? You’re my favourite sibling,” Jin says, curling into Yoongi’s lap happily.

“Umm… I’m literally not your sibling, what the fuck?” Yoongi yelps in alarm, jostling Jin on his lap. He can feel his face go red, and he refuses to look at Taehyung.

“Sibling-in-law,” Jin amends calmly.

“I’m not that either.”

“Yet.”

Yoongi’s whole face burns bright red and he can feel Taehyung come closer. The alpha sits on the arm of the couch next to Yoongi and coos quietly, pulling the omega’s head into his side and petting his hair. “You’re making Yoongi hyung all shy Jin hyung,” Taehyung says, a smile in his voice.

Jin rolls over so he’s laying on his back with his head resting on Yoongi’s lap, and rolls his eyes. “What, do you plan on breaking up?”

“No,” Yoongi says quickly.

“Then deal with it. I call dibs on being your best man.”

Yoongi sputters while Taehyung laughs and runs his hands through Yoongi’s hair to calm him.

Thankfully, Yoongi’s alarm goes off at that moment, rescuing him from this incredibly awkward conversation. “I have to go to the call now. Taehyungie, I’m going to start it alone, and I’ll tell you when you can come in. Jin hyung, get the fuck out of my house.”

“You sure you don’t want me as emotional support? Parents love me,” Jin says, as Yoongi throws him off his lap and stands up.

“No. Taehyungie, make sure he leaves,” Yoongi throws over his shoulder as he heads down the hallway to his studio.

Yoongi’s heart is beating fast as his parents’ faces pop up on the call. His parents haven’t changed a bit in the past 6 months. They are both wearing their suits suggesting they just got off work … on a Saturday. Which is honestly pretty typical for them.

Before Yoongi can even open his mouth for a greeting his mother barks, “why are you still there?”

This is off to a good start.

Yoongi sighs and opens his mouth to reply- “You’ve barely been in contact, and you’re living in the middle of nowhere in a dump. What’s wrong with you?! We thought you were dead.” His father cuts in.

Yoongi sighs again and waits for them to get it out of their system. “I expected you to be there for a month or two to fix the place up to be sold. But I can tell that you are in my childhood bedroom right now, because the walls are still pink with that god awful kitten wallpaper along the top.”

“Have you done any renovations at all? What the hell is taking you so long?”

“I never said I was just going to renovate and sell,” Yoongi manages to cut in.

“Oh come on Yoongi, don’t be stupid. You can’t stay there indefinitely. You have a life here in Seoul, don’t waste away your youth in that hole in the wall. You aren’t going to be young and fertile forever, you need to be out meeting alphas-“

“Mother!” Yoongi interrupts, his face going red as Taehyung peeks his head into the doorway with an eyebrow raised.

“Listen, one of my coworkers, Mark, lovely alpha, has two alpha nephews who are single. Both have MBAs-“

“Mother-“ Yoongi cuts in again.

“They are both reliable young alphas, who will be great providers. You could do a lot worse you know. I’ve tentatively arranged a meeting for next weekend-“

“No,” Yoongi says flatly. He rubs a hand down his face. This is not the first time his parents have tried to set him up with their friends’ kids. However, with Taehyung leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest looking unimpressed, Yoongi is ten times more embarrassed than usual.

“Oh come on Yoongi, give them a shot. You’re not getting any younger, and you need a provider.” His mother insists, frowning.

Yoongi bristles, “I do not need a provider. I provide by myself just fine. I make more money than I could ever need!”

His mother sighs, “Yoongi, you don’t want to stay in that shitty little town forever, trust me. I lived there until I was 18 and got out the first chance I could. It’s a dirty little hole that consists of only old people. You aren’t going to meet someone in that dump.”

Yoongi fidgets, “well…”

“Come home already, we have a banquet next weekend that we would like to take you to. A lot of young eligible alpha lawyers,” his father tacks on, leaning forward towards the webcam.

Taehyung’s eyes narrow and he makes a ‘move this along’ gesture with his hand.

“-is one step from being made partner-“ his mother is saying.

“I met someone!” Yoongi blurts, then immediately regrets as his whole face goes up in flames.

His parents go quiet. “Like… an alpha?” His dad clarifies cautiously.

“Yes,” Yoongi says stiffly.

“Oh excellent,” his mother gushes, leaning towards the camera. “When are you coming back to Seoul then?”

“I’m not. He’s not in Seoul, he’s here.”

His father looks shocked while his mother just narrows her eyes. “Is he 80?”

“No.” Yoongi says emphatically.

“By here, do you mean like, over there over there, or in a neighbouring city?” his father clarifies.

“I mean here, here,” Yoongi says apprehensively.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” His mother accuses.

“I’m telling you right now.”

“How long have you been together?” She presses, still looking suspicious. He doesn’t blame her. He’s never had a boyfriend before, and now that they are pressuring him to leave and go on blind dates, he suddenly has one.

“Almost six months,” he says slowly.

“And you’re just telling us now?!” His father yelps, looking offended.

“It can’t be very serious,” his mother reasons.

“It’s serious.”

They look even more shocked at that. Again, not something Yoongi has ever done before.

“What’s his name? I know all the people who lived in that town. Losers, all of them.” His mother demands stiffly.

Yoongi bristles slightly before admitting, “Kim Taehyung.”

“And he’s an alpha?” his father clarifies, also still suspicious.

“Yes.”

“What Kim family?” His mother asks, leaning back. “You need to be more specific. There was this one really rich family there, that were fucking weirdos. Mages too. Dirty. Their son was a few years below me and he was weirdest kid I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting.”

Yoongi looks up at Taehyung anxiously, who looks unimpressed, arms still crossed over his chest. He taps his wrist indicating that time is running out before he’s just going to jump in.

“Uh,” Yoongi says awkwardly. “I think he might be from that family; he owns the manor on the hill.”

His mother freezes, while his father continues, oblivious to the tension, “how old is he?”

“25.”

“Seungho,” his mother says quietly. “Kim Seungho.”

Yoongi fidgets, “uh, yea, so, that’s his father.”

“Mage,” his mother breathes out. His father looks horrified at the idea.

“I’m a mage too,” Yoongi says quickly, knowing where this conversation is headed.

“Yes, but if you married a normal person, your kids would at least have a chance of being normal!” His mother shouts.

“I am normal!” Yoongi yells back. Honestly, this has gone better than most of their video calls. It’s lasted a lot longer than normal before it’s devolved into a shouting match. “There’s nothing wrong with being a mage! My life is perfectly normal, it doesn’t impact me in any way! Also, it will be so much better for the kid if their parents at least understand what they’re going through!”

“Don’t give me that, we did everything we could for you!” His mother shouts back.

“Yea, after you exhausted every other option and ran out of excuses!”

Yoongi doesn’t even notice Taehyung moving, too consumed with his shouting match, until he gets a strong whiff of freshly cut grass and hears a pleasant, “hello,” come from over his shoulder.

Both Yoongi and his mother go quiet. Yoongi looks up to see Taehyung leaning down over the chair to look at Yoongi’s computer screen. “My name is Taehyung. It’s nice to meet you,” he says with a friendly little smile.

Both of his parents are speechless, his mother actually gaping at the screen. Taehyung takes everyone’s silence as an invitation to join and moves around the chair. He is suddenly reaching down and picking Yoongi up as if he weighs nothing, ignoring his embarrassed protests and takes Yoongi’s chair, plopping the omega on top of his lap. He wraps his hands around Yoongi’s waist and pulls him securely into his chest. Yoongi can smell Taehyung’s scent strongly from here, and his grass smell is dominating over the leaves. Shit, he’s not happy.

Yoongi’s face is bright red with embarrassment but his parents’ faces are the same colour. “Uh, hello,” his father says, recovering first.

“I don’t want you to worry about Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung continues amicably as though a shouting match over him didn’t just occur. “I am more than capable of providing for him. As capable as he is in providing for himself. I promise I’ll take good care of your son,” he leans in and gives Yoongi’s sweat gland a little peck.

Yoongi dies of embarrassment as his parents are stunned into silence again. As a general rule, Yoongi and his parents are really hands off people. Not touchy feely in any way. He can’t even remember the last time he hugged his parents. So Yoongi isn’t sure what is shocking them into silence: what Taehyung looks like, or the fact that Yoongi is sitting on his lap with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him, accepting his intimate little kisses. It’s likely a combination of the two.

“Um, hello?” says Yoongi’s mother, looking a bit unsure. “You’re Seungho’s son?”

“Yes, and I agree, my dad is weird, but in the best way possible,” Taehyung replies calmly.

His mother flushes, “oh, uh, sorry, yea I didn’t know him well.” She coughs uncomfortably. “So, what do you do Taehyung?”

“I own a flower shop downtown,” Taehyung replies cheerfully, not acknowledging his mother’s apology. “I’m a plant mage, but I can’t say I’m dirty.” Yoongi has to stifle his grin. Taehyung being politely petty is really hot.

His mother clears her throat awkwardly. “And you’re definitely dating Yoongi?” his dad asks incredulously, finally having recovered from the shock of seeing Yoongi cuddled in the alpha’s lap.

Taehyung giggles, “yep,” he replies happily, running a hand through Yoongi’s hair. He resists the urge to lean into the touch. “And I told Yoongi hyung I wanted to meet his parents, because I wanted to tell you that I really love your son, and plan to love him for the rest of my life.”

Yoongi groans and covers his face in his hands as his parents gape at Taehyung again. Love confessions were also not big in his family. Yoongi has never told his parents he loves them, and he can’t remember them ever saying it to him either.

“Oh,” his mother says, flushed in the face. “Oh Yoongi, why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

“Does this mean you’re going to mate?” His father asks, eyes wide, leaning forward eagerly.

Before Yoongi can answer, Taehyung cuts in. “One day we will,” he says confidently.

Yoongi groans again and Taehyung giggles, giving him a peck on the cheek. Yoongi buries his head in the alpha’s neck so he doesn’t have to look at his parents’ reaction.

The ensuing silence tells him all he needs to know. “Oh my god,” his mother finally says.

Taehyung giggles again.

“So you live in the Kim manor?” his mother quizzes. Oh dear, here comes the third degree.

“Yes,” Taehyung answer’s lightly, tucking Yoongi’s head into his neck more securely. “The house is in my name but it’s too big for one person. My brother and sister live with me too. Yoongi hyung also has a bedroom.”

“And you said you own a flower shop? How is business?”

He can feel Taehyung smile against the top of his head. “You don’t have to worry about money ma’am, my family comes from old money. I inherited a lot of it. But business is good, enough to make a healthy wage without going into my inheritance. I did lose my biggest customer after your mother died,” he adds quietly, his tone respectful. “I am so sorry for your loss. I grew up next door, and she was like a grandmother to me. You’ll be happy to know that Yoongi’s kept her tradition of purple flowers alive. Her house was in full bloom this summer. It was beautiful.”

Yoongi looks up at this to see his mother’s reaction. Surprisingly, she looks upset, “oh.” She says quietly.

Yoongi finally decides to get something off his chest that’s been bothering him for a while. “How come I never knew her?” he demands. His mother flinches at the harsh tone of his voice. “I never visited once! I barely knew her name? You never talked about her, and yet, when I got here her fridge was full of my school pictures. I felt horrible! I never knew my grandmother but she knew me and framed my high school graduation photo on her fridge!” His voice wavers with emotion at the end.

His mother bows her head. Yoongi is expecting one of her typical curt replies, brushing off anything involving human emotions, so he’s surprised when she drops her head into her hands. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, her voice wavering. “I just, it was me. I was selfish. I hated that fucking town with a burning passion. I wanted out, I wanted to go to the big city and not be some poor hick living in the sticks!” She raises her head, eyes filled with more emotion than Yoongi has ever seen. “We had some bad fights back then. It got really ugly after I left for college. She kept her distance, let me have my space and my imagined separation from that town. After I had you, all she asked was that she could see you. She did visit every Christmas until you were four, but you probably don’t remember. She used to call you on the phone too.” She sighs. “Then I got promoted to partner and moved and was finally where I wanted to be in life. Got rid of the home phone and I just. I didn’t invite her back for Christmas. And she just… let me. She let me keep my distance, just kept asking for updates about you. So, I send her your school photos each year and I gave you her post cards. I thought that that was enough.”

Yoongi’s father leans over to rub her shoulders. Yoongi is blinking back tears himself. “I’m sorry Yoongi. I didn’t realize she’d be gone so soon. I didn’t realize I was depriving you of your grandmother. I didn’t realize I’d miss her this much.” She bows her head again.

Yoongi doesn’t even notice he’s crying until he feels Taehyung’s left hand rubbing his back, while his right wipes a tear off his cheek. He doesn’t know what to say, it’s not like what his mother told him is really a surprise. It’s similar to the explanation he expected. She was just too busy with life to worry about her mother and whether or not Yoongi would want to get to know his grandmother. Although part of it was Yoongi’s fault. He never wrote back anything in the post cards other than a standard greeting and saying that he was doing well. Part of it was his mother’s teaching, that a yearly postcard to his grandmother was normal and standard and nothing more was needed, and part of it was his own heartlessness. He hadn’t even considered visiting her or picking up the fucking phone after he was a grown adult and could make his own decisions.

“Okay,” is all he says, unable to articulate anything else.

“I’m glad you continued the flowers,” he mother says quietly, recovering somewhat. “She had those when I grew up too. They were her staple.” She turns to Taehyung and gives him a little bow. “Also, Taehyung, I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have said those things about your town and your family and your magic. I didn’t know anything about you. It all stems from my long-standing hatred of my hometown. I shouldn’t have taken that out on you.”

Taehyung nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you. Don’t worry, it wasn’t particularly shocking. I’ve been called weird my whole life, and I know of Yoongi hyung’s history with his magic. You are a lot like Yoongi hyung, or I guess, Yoongi hyung is a lot like you. Neither of you are particularly gifted in the ‘expressing my emotions’ category.” He lets out a little laugh. “But Yoongi hyung’s is getting better. He’s getting so much better,” he gives him a fond smile. “You can’t take back the time you missed with your mother or the time you deprived Yoongi hyung of his grandmother,” he continues, more serious now. His tone is almost scolding which is surprising considering he is speaking to an elder. “But you can change what you do in the future. Your mother loved you. I know this because she loved everyone. She didn’t have a vengeful bone in her body.” His mother bows her head, and Yoongi is stunned that she is just taking the scolding from Taehyung. “She would want you to be happy, but also, be more open-minded and forgiving. I guess what I’m trying to tell you is: don’t lose touch with your son the way you lost contact with your mother. If you try to guilt him into coming back to Seoul, if you insult the town he’s found a home in, if you look down on his magic, if you insult his partner and his family and try to set him up with stupid lawyers, if you discredit his work and his accomplishments, then you will lose him. I promise you, you will.”

Yoongi sits there stunned as Taehyung finishes, voice steady and sure through his whole speech, but the grass scent is still dominating. He feels overwhelmed with Taehyung’s support for him. He blinks back more tears, his heart bursting with emotion. His parents seem a bit overwhelmed themselves. His mother looks to be on the verge of tears, and his father looks thoroughly scolded.

Everyone is silent for a minute and it is incredibly awkward. Taehyung seems agitated still, but continues to rub Yoongi’s back and bounce him ever so lightly on his lap.

“Heeeeeey,” suddenly rings out across the room, and to Yoongi’s absolute horror, Jin jumps into the room and leans on the back of Yoongi’s chair, inserting himself into the frame. “Soooo, that was something else huh?!” he asks with a laugh, cutting through the tension easily.

Taehyung giggles, finally relaxing, autumn leaves scent leaking through, “this is my brother Seokjin hyung.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally see that Yoongi is the spitting image of his mother. Oh my god, it’s actually insane, I gotta take a pic of this to send to the group chat.”

“Don’t you dare,” Yoongi threatens with clenched teeth.

He hears the snap of a camera. “Yoongi, this is literally the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I would have made fun of you so much earlier if I had known about this!”

Yoongi groans, dropping his head and resigning himself to his fate of having Jin commandeer his video chat. “I’m a male omega as well,” Jin continues to inform his parents cheerfully. “I’m also in the entertainment industry. I own a company called JinHit, named after the incredibly handsome founder himself. So Yoongi and I have a lot in common… I mean by being in the entertainment industry not being incredibly handsome. I’m going to be his best man at his wedding!”

Yoongi yelps, “I did not agree to that!” His face goes beet red.

“So I’m going to blackmail Yoongi into making me his best man at his wedding,” Jin continues unphased. “My dance company specializes in male omega dancing, so there are actually two other male omegas in town other than me. You will be happy to hear that Yoongi has an omega pack. You will be unhappy to hear that I am, unfortunately, not in that pack, because Park Jimin is a little fucking traitor. We’ve been trying to bribe Yoongi into switching packs for months now, but so far our gifts have not been well received.”

Yoongi swivels his head towards the omega. “Is that why I found an open bottle of champagne outside my studio door last week?”

“We thought we were being thoughtful saving you from opening it yourself. God only knows if you own a corkscrew.” He looks thoughtful for a moment, “actually, I went through your entire kitchen cupboards on three separate occasions and don’t remember seeing one once. Damn, a corkscrew would have probably been a better gift.”

“You fucking idiots! I kicked it over and it smashed and spilled all over my carpet! I’m still picking glass out of my shag and my feet!”

“In hindsight, the placement could have been better.”

“Yoongi! Don’t swear,” his mother scolds.

Yoongi finally looks back to his parents to find them recovered from Taehyung’s scolding and looking at Jin with interest.

“He swore first,” Yoongi says petulantly.

“I’m older, I’m allowed to swear,” Jin answers easily.

“One fucking year,” Yoongi grumbles.

“Yoongi!” his mother yells again.

“You’re very tall for an omega,” his father cuts in, looking at Jin curiously.

“There are no short Gods,” Jin answers breezily.

Yoongi groans. God save him. What did he do to deserve this?

“Well, I don’t know anything about your family, but I have to say, you are two very handsome men,” his father compliments.

Jin grins, “oh, we know.”

“Honestly Yoongi, don’t let that boy go. You’re never going to get someone who looks like that again. How did you even land him in the first place?” his father laughs.

Taehyung laughs back, “oh Yoongi hyung is so sweet. So cuddly.”

Yoongi looks up at Taehyung in pure horror. The alpha looks down at him with a mischievous grin. The fucker.

“Oh my god,” his mother says again.

“He really is,” Jin agrees, “his omega is such a sweetheart. It’s gross.”

“Alright, that’s enough. Thank you for your unsolicited input Jin hyung. I’m pretty sure I asked you to leave my house half an hour ago. The best time to leave was half an hour ago, the second-best time to leave is now.” He reaches up and flicks him on the forehead.

Jin just sends him a look, tilting his head, silently asking if he really wants him to leave. Yoongi thinks on it for a second, realizes he’s fucking grateful for the distraction, and gives his head a little shake. Jin gives a wicked little grin in return. “Wanna know who my boyfriend is?” he asks his father.

His father nods. Yoongi leans back and rests his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, getting comfortable.

“Have you ever heard of the poet RM?” He asks casually, looking at his nails.

“Of course,” his mother pipes up, her proud ‘I’m important’ posture on full display. “I’ve been to a luncheon where he was in attendance. He sat one table away. Seemed like a lovely young man. Quiet.”

“Ooh, you’ve seen him?” Jin asks with false shock. “That’s cute. He’s Yoongi’s neighbour and my boyfriend… soon to be mate.”

His parents’ eyes open wide and look to Yoongi for confirmation, who just nods in defeat.

“Oh my god,” this time it’s Yoongi’s father who says it.

Jin laughs, “I could blow your mind with the amount of famous people who are actually hiding in this ‘dirty little hole’.” He winks. Oh great, so Jin had eavesdropped on the entire conversation as well. Lovely.

His mother flushes.

“Do you have any other siblings?” Yoongi’s dad asks conversationally, carrying on the discussion.

“Yes, She Who Must Not Be Named. We don’t speak of her, she sucks. She’s the ugly sibling.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “she looks exactly like Jin hyung.”

“Except ugly.”

“Anyway...” Yoongi says loudly, ready to finish this absolute shit show as quickly as possible. “If that’s all…”

“Yoongi, I want to say that I’m happy for you,” his father tells him, leaning towards the camera, genuine emotion in his eyes. “I’ve never seen you like this. It’s strange, seeing you act like an omega so naturally,” he waves towards the screen where Yoongi is still curled up on Taehyung’s lap, head resting on his shoulder. “It’s really nice to see though. You look happy. You have obviously made friends, and you found yourself an alpha who is definitely out of your league but who seems to love you for some reason. So whatever you do, don’t screw that up!”

Jin laughs obnoxiously as Yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment. Taehyung tucks Yoongi into his chest closer and kisses the crown of his head. “You have it all wrong Mr. Min. Yoongi hyung is the one who’s too good for me. But I strive every day to be worthy of his love.”

Yoongi turns his head into Taehyung’s neck and gives his scent gland a kiss. He is equal parts embarrassed and overwhelmed and doesn’t know what to do.

“Jesus, definitely don’t lose that one Yoongi!” his father tells him, shaking his head.

“I’m happy you’ve found a nice alpha too Yoongi,” his mother chimes in. “Can I expect grandchildren?”

Yoongi sputters. Before he or Taehyung can formulate a response to that, Jin cuts in. “Depends, do you plan on actually being present, or just sending them postcards once a year?”

“Jin hyung,” Yoongi says warningly.

“What? Too harsh?”

“I don’t plan on repeating my same mistakes again,” his mother says quietly, not looking nearly as offended as she should for someone who just got told off by someone younger. “I want to be a part of their life.”

“Oh good,” says Jin pleasantly. “Then yes, Tae Tae wants five.”

Yoongi chokes. “Five?!” he gasps, staring wide eyed a Taehyung.

“Oops, sorry,” says Jin happily, not looking the least bit sorry. “Haven’t had this talk yet?”

Taehyung gives Yoongi a sheepish little smile. “I’m okay with three too.”

“Three?!”

“How many do you want?”

“One. Max.”

“How about we compromise and go with two?”

“Are you going to be delivering the second one?” Yoongi demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jin is laughing maniacally behind them. He’s definitely not making him best man.

“What if it’s twins?” Taehyung reasons.

“Then I’d have no choice but to have two.”

“What if we have twins, then one more. That would give us three with only two pregnancies.”

“Why would I want more after having twins?” Yoongi asks, appalled.

“So just two kids then. Okay deal.” Taehyung concludes.

“Wait, when did I agree to two?”

“Don’t you want a son and a daughter?” Taehyung asks, pouting. He knows how much acting cute gets to him. The little devil.

“I don’t care what I have as long as they look like you, they’ll have a lovely life full of pretty privilege.”

“Oh no, I want a daughter that looks like you Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung says with a wistful smile. “She’ll be so pretty.”

“She’ll be the spitting image of her grandmother then,” Jin chimes in from the back.

“I don’t remember asking for any input from the peanut gallery thanks,” Yoongi mutters irritably.

“It sounds like you’re pretty okay with two, Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung teases.

“How about this: we’ll see after we have the first baby.”

“Deal.” Taehyung says, offering out his hand for Yoongi to shake. Yoongi rolls his eyes but can’t resist the excuse to hold Taehyung’s hand as he shakes it. It’s honestly pathetic. “It’s probably a good thing you didn’t get pregnant after that first time huh?”

Yoongi yells and throws his hand over Taehyung’s mouth. “Taehyung!”

“Ummm, did I need to fucking hear that?!” Jin demands in disgust from behind them.

“What if I told you that first time was in your car?” Yoongi asks him coolly.

“Then I will fucking disown you Min Yoongi I swear to god!” Jin yells.

Taehyung giggles, “it wasn’t.”

“You started it Jin hyung,” Yoongi accuses.

“And now I’m ending it!” He turns back to Yoongi’s parents. “I’m so sorry you had to hear that. To answer your question, it seems like the final consensus is: at least one.”

“Oookay,” says Yoongi’s father. His parents both look quite happy about this turn of events to Yoongi’s utter horror. “Well, it was great to meet you Taehyung. Please don’t leave my son. He looks and acts like an idiot, but I swear he could be a good partner.”

“Hey!”

Taehyung smiles and tucks his chin over Yoongi’s head. “I wouldn’t dream of it. He’s stuck with me.”

“It was nice to meet you Taehyung,” Yoongi’s mother adds on. “I’m sorry this wasn’t the best of meetings, but hopefully next time will go more smoothly? Look after Yoongi will you?”

Taehyung gives her his first genuine smile of the night. His scent has fully settled. “I would really like that. And I promise that I will.”

“I am proud of you Yoongi,” his mother tells him quietly. “Call us again, in less than six months next time, okay?”

Yoongi nods. “I will.”

They say their final goodbyes, and Yoongi is finally able to shut down the chat and be free of the most stressful 45 minutes of his life. This is never happening again.

“Please tell me you complete idiots are using protection,” Jin says as soon as the laptop is shut.

“Why didn’t you leave?!” Yoongi accuses, whirling the chair around, making Jin fumble from where he was leaning against it.

“I swear I was going to,” he says, raising his hands in the air in defense. “But it just started out so juicy, I couldn’t force myself to miss it. I’m sorry, I’m weak for drama.”

“We are using protection,” Taehyung says quickly, grabbing Yoongi around the waist before he can jump Jin. “It was just the one time.”

“Thank god. I’m too pretty to be an uncle.”

Yoongi sighs and sags back onto Taehyung’s lap. As annoying as Jin is, he actually saved Yoongi from the most awkward moment of his life and redirected the conversation. “Well, next time actually leave. But thanks for coming in when you did. Looks like being obnoxious was actually useful for once.”

Jin shares a quick look with Taehyung before ruffling Yoongi’s hair. “You’re welcome. I would have left the moment you genuinely asked me to you know.”

Yoongi nods, “I know.”

“And I have to thank you as well, you’ve totally brightened my mood. Next time I feel sad, I’ll just video call your mom and laugh at how much she looks like you! It was honestly uncanny."

“I know right?!” Taehyung agrees, giggling.

“You stay away from my mother!”

Jin just laughs maniacally as he backs out of the room dramatically. The dumbass.

“Well, could have gone worse,” Taehyung reasons once they hear the front door close. They can still hear the laughter fading into the distance.

Yoongi laughs, exhausted. “Honestly, I don’t think it actually could have gone any better. Thank you for standing up for me back there. That was…” he can’t finish his sentence. He’s never had anyone in his corner fighting for him before. He’s always had to fight for himself.

Taehyung stands up and pulls him into a tight hug. “I know hyung,” he says quietly. “I’ve wanted to do that since you told me about your childhood. I’m pretty impressed I was able to hold back as much as I did.”

Yoongi laughs a watery laugh into Taehyung’s chest. “That was you holding back!?”

“Oh yes,” says Taehyung seriously. “You don’t want to see me when I’m really angry.”

“Mmm, remind me not get on your bad side.”

“I do have to admit though, that it likely would have gotten a lot worse if Jin hyung hadn’t jumped in…” He lifts Yoongi’s chin up to look at him. “…I wasn’t done.”

“You said enough Taehyungie, thank you.” Yoongi soothes, running his fingers through the alpha’s hair comfortingly.

“Jin hyung could tell,” he continues quietly. “He knew I was still pissed and was about to keep going. He jumped in right before I could.”

Yoongi presses a soft kiss to Taehyung’s lips. The alpha’s grass scent that had spiked during the meeting has now completely faded into the soothing autumn leaves smell. He loves it. It smells like home to him now. “I love you Taehyungie,” he tells him.

“I love you too, so much.”

Chapter Text

When Yoongi wakes up in a feverish sweat he grabs his phone off the nightstand and calls the first person who comes to mind.

“Are you dying?” Jimin’s garbled voice comes through the phone.

Wait, why the hell was his first instinct to call Jimin? “I might be.”

“Where’s Tae?” he grumbles back.

“I don’t know, probably sleeping. Can you tell me the symptoms of a heat again?” he asks nervously, wiping the sweat off his brow.

“You’re definitely going into heat,” Jimin answers immediately.

“What?! How the hell would you know?!” Yoongi yells, starting to panic.

“It’s been over six months since your last one and you woke up at the ass crack of dawn and called me, the person who helped you through your last one instead of Tae. You know? Your boyfriend? The one who will help you through this one?” Jimin sounds bored.

Yoongi’s heart starts to race at the mention of Taehyung helping him through this one. Shit. Shit. “I’m sweating and hot and I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Heat.”

Yoongi swears and drops his head into his hands. No, no, not again. “I…” he chokes off for a second. “I can’t do that again Jimin,” he says quietly, remembering the pain from the first time.

“You won’t have to baby,” Jimin says soothingly through the phone, his voice losing its rough edge. “It was just the first one that was going to be bad, remember? This one will be better. Also, Tae will be there and it’s so much easier with an alpha, trust me. Tae knows what to do, he’s been reading every book about heats that he can get his hands on… something you should be doing actually.”

Ah, so that’s why Taehyung was being so shifty about the books he was reading. Yoongi had caught him on multiple occasions pouring over a book and always got a shady as fuck answer whenever he asked him what he was reading.

He feels a rolling cramp run through him, and he curls in on himself, moaning. The idea of Taehyung being there while he is in the middle of a heated daze does not make him feel any better. Instead, it makes his feverish blood run cold. He doesn’t want Taehyung to see him like that. Not ever. “Will he be offended if I don’t want him to help?”

“Yes,” Jimin says simply.

Yoongi groans. “I don’t…”

Jimin sighs through the phone. “Yoongi hyung, Tae loves you. I promise it will be a million times better with him. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s natural. It’s something all omegas go through and Tae knows this very well given the amount of books he’s read on the topic. He’s been researching what to do for your heat for months hyung. You don’t have to be embarrassed with him. I promise no matter how embarrassing you are, Tae will be ten times worse during his rut.”

Yoongi bites his lip. It’s not the slick and the sweat and the sex obsession that he’s really worried about (although that is horrifying to think about as well), he’s more worried about what his omega will say to Taehyung under the influence. “What if I say something I’ll regret?” he asks Jimin quietly, face going red in embarrassment.

“What could you possibly say that you’d regret?” Jimin asks, sounding genuinely confused. “Your omega is so sweet and attached to Tae. You’ll only say lovely things.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

Jimin chokes out a laugh. “You’re worried you’ll be nice to him?”

“I’m worried I’ll be too forward,” Yoongi clarifies.

“You guys fuck. How could you possibly be too forward?”

“Too forward emotionally,” Yoongi tries to clarify further. At Jimin’s silence he sighs. “Remember when Jungkook had his rut before you two… you know…”

“Mated?” Jimin finishes for him, sounding amused.

“Yes. He said, that, like, he kept asking you…” Yoongi flushes.

“To mate?” Jimin finishes again.

“Yea,” Yoongi says awkwardly. It’s something he’s been thinking about since Jungkook brought it up. He and Jimin had been dating for two years at the time, so it was expected. Yoongi and Taehyung have only been together for a little over six months. If he were to say it…

“Yoongi hyung,” Jimin says in a measured voice. “Your omega just gets brutally honest during heat… or, at least mine does. You won’t beg Tae Tae to mate with you if you don’t want it. Don’t worry about that hyung, I’ve never begged for that during my heat and I did want to mate with Jungkookie.”

Yoongi bites his lip. “Our omegas are very different though,” he presses quietly.

“Your omega is very sweet hyung,” Jimin concedes. “But if it’s not something you want, it’s not likely something you’ll say. Don’t worry.”

Yoongi says nothing, just stays motionless in his bed while the sweat starts pouring down his body.

“You should call Tae Tae now hyung,” Jimin tells him quietly when he doesn’t get an answer. “He has everything ready and set up for this. Jin hyung will send meals with Tae Tae. He’ll take good care of you. I promise it will be so much easier than last time and over before you know it.”

Yoongi gulps, but thanks Jimin and hangs up.

He stares at his phone for over an hour, silently freaking out and going over all the worst-case scenarios in his head.

By 8 am, he figures it’s now late enough for it to be socially acceptable to call someone. Yoongi brings his phone back up to his ear, but instead of calling Taehyung, he ends up calling Jin.

“Is this Min Yoongi awake before noon?? Make a bird call if you’ve been kidnapped,” is Jin’s greeting on the second ring.

Yoongi sighs.

“You’ve called the wrong Kim.”

“It’s nice to hear from you too hyung,” Yoongi says sarcastically, pulling his sweaty shirt over his head as he starts to overheat. He did do some research on heats, and from what he’s read online, he sweats way more than average. His whole chest is damp. Out of all the possible symptoms of heat, why is it extreme sweat that he gets so badly?

“Alright, I’ll bite. What can I do for you this fine morning young master Yoongi?” Jin replies. There’s some shuffling going on in the background.

Yoongi has to actually think about that. Why the hell did he call Jin? “What are normal heats like?” he blurts out, just to keep him on the line.

Jin is silent for a moment. “Well… a hell of a lot better than your first one was, I’ll tell you that. You were like, half dead for most of it.”

“That’s not very specific.”

“I don’t know if I want to go in depth about heat with my brother’s boyfriend.” Yoongi, like an idiot, flushes again. “Why the sudden interest in heat Yoongi? It’s about your time isn’t it? Do you think you have it?”

Yoongi twiddles his fingers before deciding to remove his pants too. They are starting to feel tight and restricting. “Maybe…” he says vaguely, despite the fact that he is hot, sweating profusely, and starting to cramp in earnest.

“Symptoms,” Jin demands shortly.

“Uh, I’m hot, there’s, uh… too much sweat honestly. And I’m starting to get some cramps…”

“As I said in the beginning, you’ve called the wrong Kim. Let me hand you over to Tae-“

“No, wait!” Yoongi cuts him off frantically. “Is Tae there? Does he know you’re talking to me?”

Jin pauses. “He’s sitting across the table from me, and he knows I’m talking to you Yoongi… he’s raising his eyebrows at me.”

“Can I just…” he bites his lip again, feeling another wave of cramps roll through. Thankfully, they are still pretty mild. “Ask you some things?”

Yoongi hears some shuffling on the other end of the line. “Yea hold on, let me take you into my room. I want it noted that I’d rather shave my balls with a blunt axe than talk about sex with you.”

“A blunt axe…? Never mind. It’s not sex. I can figure that out on my own thanks.”

“I’m so proud of you. All grown up.” Yoongi can hear a door close. “Alright, spill. We’re alone.”

“Have you ever… had your heat… with an alpha?” Yoongi asks, absolutely mortified, and honestly having no idea where he’s going with this.

“Yes…” he says slowly.

“Namjoon?” he asks out of curiosity.

Jin snorts, “I wish. We’ve been dating for less than a month. Also, I’m on suppressants because I was a responsible omega and waited three heats before starting them.”

Yoongi ignores the dig. “Have you ever said anything embarrassing to the alphas you were with?” he asks nervously.

“Like, besides begging them to fuck me like a king?”

“Like a king?” Yoongi laughs quietly. Honestly on point for Jin.

“My omega likes to be pampered.”

“I haven’t noticed,” he replies dryly.

“I’m not into any weird kinky shit if that’s what you’re asking.”

Yoongi groans. “No, like, I mean. Did your omega get like, mushy or sentimental or anything?”

Jin laughs. “Oh my god Yoongi, you’re even worse than Joonie. You’re afraid of having your heat with my brother because you’re afraid you’ll get all ‘mushy’?” he emphasizes the word mockingly.

“I’m afraid of begging him to mate me!” Yoongi blurts out before throwing a hand over his mouth. He does feel some relief in finally saying it out loud, even as his face turns bright red.

“Well… I’ve never done it, but then again, I wasn’t in a serious relationship with any of the alphas I spent my heats with. Usually, your omega doesn’t say ridiculous shit apart from the crazy sex stuff, unless you actually want it.” Yoongi says nothing. That’s the exact answer Jimin gave. “Oh shit, you want to mate don’t you?” Jin finally breathes after Yoongi’s prolonged silence.

“I don’t know!” Yoongi bursts out again, pulling his hair as another wave of cramps roll through him, stronger this time. “It’s your fault! You put it into my head!”

“When did I ever do that?”

“When you called me your brother-in-law and kept insisting on being my best man!” Yoongi yells at him, more than happy to lay the blame on someone else.

“I want the record to show that I will be your best man,” Jin corrects quickly. “But, okay, let me give you a scenario. If Tae asked you to mate and marry him right now, would you say yes?”

Yoongi pauses but the answer comes to him immediately. “I mean, we wouldn’t have to get married anytime soon…” Yoongi reasons.

“Oh shit, you’re in deep. Yea man, you’re probably going to ask to mate.”

Yoongi groans and curls up as a particularly vicious cramp rolls through. “Shit.”

“Don’t be so freaked out about it. Tae will just be flattered. He knows that omegas go a bit crazy during heats, he won’t think much of it. He doesn’t have much to draw on, he won’t know that it’s not really a common thing to ask for.” Yoongi takes a deep breath, but only feels slightly better. “Honestly, he’s so fucking annoying, I’m glad you’re finally having this because he’s been quizzing me on heat facts for the past month and I’m ready to strangle him at this point. He thinks he’s an expert and knows more than me, an omega, because he knows the length, in seconds, of the average cramp.”

Yoongi’s curiosity gets the better of him. “What is it?”

“109 seconds,” Jin answers irritably. “The little fucker has been reciting the most useless, disgusting shit. Do not ask him the average amount of slick an omega produces during their heat. You don’t wanna hear that number.”

Yoongi makes a face. “Ew.”

“Right?” He hears shuffling on the other end of the line again. “Yoongi, you have to call Tae. Trust me, you’ll feel a million times better once he’s there… please take him away from me,” he adds on a bit desperately at the end.

Yoongi sighs. “Okay, okay, I will. Thanks for letting me freak out at you for a bit.”

Jin lets out a little chuckle. “No problem Yoongi, you and Joonie are a lot alike. You idiots freak out over the same little things like, feelings.” Yoongi lets out a moan as the worst cramp yet rips through his pelvis. “Call Tae,” Jin says a little more firmly this time. “I have some pre-made meals stored up already that I’ll send with him when he goes over there.”

“Do I want to know why you have pre-made meals stored up already?”

“I am surrounded by incompetent children Yoongi. I have to keep you losers fed somehow. Also, Tae has been preparing for your heat for a month now. He makes sure our freezer is always stocked with emergency meals.” He sounds exasperated.

After Yoongi hangs up, it still takes another two hours before he calls Taehyung. He takes his sweet time. He showers, eats, changes into a pair of clean underwear, and sends off his medical leave request for work.

He has been reduced to a ball on his bed, curled up in a brightly coloured nest. His omega has been drawn to bright nests ever since the first time he nested with Taehyung. Even when the alpha isn’t there his omega wants to make a nest for him. It was worrying in the beginning, but now that Yoongi has finally admitted to himself that he wants to mate with the alpha, the instinct is pretty much expected at this point.

They’ve only been together for six months. It’s early for a couple to mate so soon. If you plan on getting married before mating that’s one thing, but mating itself is the physical, permanent part of it. The wedding and marriage is just the legal part. Yoongi keeps telling Taehyung that they should do things at their own pace, but 6 months to mate is early even by Yoongi’s, ‘reject the norm,’ standards. It’s embarrassing. He fell hard and fast and he knows Taehyung loves him, but mating is for life. It’s so permanent. It’s the biggest life decision you can make and Yoongi shouldn’t be craving it after only 6 months in his first long-term relationship. They need to wait. At least a year. Yoongi just needs to convince his omega of this.

“Morning love, how are you?” Taehyung asks warmly as he answers the phone. It’s lucky that it’s Sunday and he is off work.

“Umm…” Yoongi answers awkwardly. He’s blushing already.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung asks instantly, voice alarmed. “You called Jin hyung really early this morning.”

“Umm,” Yoongi says again, before a cramp hits him hard and he curls in further on himself and whimpers. “Hurts,” he breathes out pathetically.

He hears Taehyung gasp on the other end of the line. “Heat?” he asks, voice wavering. There’s some banging on the other end of the line.

“Yea,” he grits out between his teeth. The cramp is not going away and it’s now accompanied with a whisper of arousal.

“Oh my god!” Taehyung yells through the phone. “It’s okay hyung, I’m coming, I’ll help you! Jin hyung!” Yoongi hears a bored voice mumble something. “He’s going into heat hyung!”

“I know Tae Tae, he called me this morning,” he hears Jin’s voice say. “I’ve already packed the pre-made meals into the car.”

“Wait… you called Jin hyung first?”

“I asked him about the symptoms. I wanted to make sure I was actually going into heat,” Yoongi says carefully, only slightly lying. “I didn’t want to stress you out over nothing.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Yea, of course you’d want to ask an omega about it first. Sorry, I’m only a little freaking out. I got this. This is what I’ve been studying for!” He hears a loud clanging sound. “I gotta find one of my emergency heat kits, hold on hyung! How much pain is there on a scale of one to ten?”

The cramp finally ends and the arousal slams in with slick starting to leak through. Before Yoongi can answer, he hears Jin again. “I already packed the bag you had stashed in the chimney. Your car is all ready to go Tae, just go to him!”

“How’d you know about my bag in the chimney!?”

“I know about all of your fucking bags. You’re not slick.”

“How many do I have then?”

“I’ve counted 32, and I know you were working on another one!”

“Ha! Wrong! I have 36 stored!”

“Heat kit?” Yoongi asks, just to distract himself from the new wave of arousal. He’s probably going to regret asking.

“I’ve stored emergency bags around the house that I can grab on a second’s notice for your heat. It contains spare clothes for both of us, wash cloths, a hot water bottle, mood rings, scented massage oil-“

“Okay, okay,” Yoongi says quickly. Yep, he regrets asking. “I get it, just come over. It’s going to start soon.” He feels himself getting hard before he’s even finished the sentence.

“Yes! Of course! It’s okay hyung. Deep breathing! I’m getting into the car now!” Taehyung yells rather frantically. Yoongi can hear the car start and the audio change as the phone connects to the car’s Bluetooth. “Scale of one to ten Yoongi hyung?” he asks again.

“Right now, zero, there’s no cramping. But I don’t want to think about it.”

“Right, right, sorry. Do you know how many millilitres of slick you’ve produced so far?”

“Taehyung!”

“Sorry! I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to get your mind off it. Oh my god, this is happening! It’s happening!” Taehyung is definitely panicking on the other side of the line. “I don’t think I packed enough scented candles!”

“Taehyungie, relax,” Yoongi murmurs exasperatedly. Another cramp starts rolling through and he can’t hold back the groan. “You did great last time, just do what you did before.” He can’t believe he’s the one calming Taehyung down.

“Shit, right, sorry.” He hears him take a deep breath on the other end of the line. “What did I do before again?”

“You just, talked about your day.”

“Oh… well fuck, I just did an emergency heat drill then quizzed myself on heat facts all morning. Oh shit! I forgot my cue cards!”

Yoongi sighs as the cramp finally abates. He could be imagining it, but it seemed like the cramp got lighter after hearing Taehyung’s voice. “Why didn’t you tell me you were studying heat for months? Honestly, I should have been learning too.”

“Sorry,” Taehyung mumbles. Yoongi hears a car honk in the distance. “Fucker! Right, sorry hyung. Uh, I don’t know, I’ve only been studying for the last month or so and I wanted you to think I just knew all this stuff already. Like I was really worldly and knowledgeable, but now that I’m saying it out loud, it sounds like the stupidest thing I’ve ever said.”

Yoongi chuckles, as another wave of arousal comes in. “It’s okay Taehyungie, at least one of us will know what they’re doing… Do I want to know what an emergency heat drill is?”

“Oh! I just set my alarm for four in the morning to simulate you calling me about your heat starting, then timed myself on how fast I could gather my supplies and get in the car.” He sounds both slightly embarrassed and proud of himself.

“How did you compare to when I actually called?” Yoongi asks curiously, incredibly endeared by his ridiculous alpha. He feels the arousal and cramping subside, having Taehyung on the line seems to actually be helping.

“Oh, I didn’t do well. Fuck, I panicked! I wasn’t supposed to panic! This is what I trained for!” Yoongi barks out a laugh. “But I also didn’t account for Jin pre-packing everything for me so overall my time was only 20 seconds longer, but the delivery was bad. I lost my cool, that shouldn’t have happened.”

Yoongi is full on grinning now, pain and arousal magically disappearing. “Well, you can always make up for it next time. I have at least two more of these I have to get through before I can even consider suppressants.”

Taehyung snorts, “yea, but next time will be-“ he cuts himself off suddenly. “Hey, do you wanna know the average amount of slick an omega produces during their heat?” he asks, quickly changing the subject.

“NO! Never tell me that number Kim Taehyung,” he warns darkly, feeling some more leak out of himself. “You said next time will be…” He’s not letting him get away with the subject change.

The alpha is silent for a while. “Uh, well, I don’t know. I just thought I might be closer to you the next time this happens…” he sounds embarrassed again. “But, like, that’s a stupid thing to assume, so, yea. You’re right, I can do better next time.”

Yoongi’s silent for a moment before he finally catches on to what the alpha is saying. Living together. He was assuming that they might be living together within the next six months before his next heat comes. Oh. His omega squirms happily at that and the minor cramping and arousal cease immediately.

Yoongi can’t help the blush that rises to his cheeks. “No, no. Uh, it-it would be much more convenient to, you know. Have you around. You know, in case my heat comes earlier than expected,” he stumbles out awkwardly.

“Yea, that’s what I was thinking!” Taehyung adds on quickly. “Like, for convenience’s sake! Like, now that Joonie hyung is together with Jinnie hyung, it’s suuuper crowded in the mansion too…”

Yoongi feels his stomach dip again. “You’d… you’d come here?” He genuinely didn’t expect Taehyung to leave the manor since he’s technically the owner.

“Uh yea, of course.” He coughs awkwardly. “I mean, you have your studio set up there and everything… I mean you could set one up here too of course, but I figured you’d prefer it to just be the two of us, instead of living in a house full of dumbasses.”

Yoongi is blushing full on now. His omega is tickled pink, and all his symptoms of heat have miraculously improved. Damn, Jimin was right; having Taehyung around is a million times better. “Um, yea. Of course, it does take some time to set up all that equipment…”

“Right! You wouldn’t want to have to do all that again!”

“That would be silly.”

“Ridiculous!”

“And my next heat might come early…”

“Yes! It’s never too early to be prepared.”

“Would probably be for the best.”

“Yes, for your health’s sake!”

“For my health, of course.”

Yoongi hears the car shut off, as Taehyung lets out a breathless little laugh on the other end of the line. “Just ask me to move in with you love.”

“Move in with me Taehyungie,” Yoongi says quickly, face flaming but happy that the alpha is letting him ask over the phone. He’d die of embarrassment in person.

“I’ll think about it,” he giggles.

Yoongi swears at him, and Taehyung laughs louder. “I’d have to run it by Jin hyung of course. I can’t just abandon my post as the alpha of the house.”

“Jin hyung begged me to take you away from him.” He deadpans.

Taehyung laughs again, and Yoongi can hear shuffling. “I’m here, I have the key Jiminie made, I’ll let myself in hyung. Don’t you get up!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, curling in on himself even more. “You literally own a spare! Why do you have Jimin’s?”

“His key’s prettier,” Taehyung says as Yoongi hears the front door open.

He can hear some shuffling and bumping around, the fridge opening and closing followed by a loud bang and a curse from Taehyung. Yoongi grins as the cramps and arousal come back with a vengeance. Having Taehyung in his house puttering around makes him ridiculously happy.

A minute later, the alpha steps in, sets a large bag down on the ground next to the bed, and gives Yoongi a sweet little smile. “Yes hyung, I’d love to move in with you.”

Yoongi’s face goes bright red, and he tucks his head in the pillow as he groans. He hears Taehyung laughing lightly above him. “I wanted to see you get all embarrassed when I said yes hyung. You didn’t disappoint me.”

Yoongi looks up from his pillow to glare at the alpha. Taehyung’s smile widens and he moves to sit on Yoongi’s bed, right outside of his nest. The smell of the alpha hits Yoongi in his pre-heat state full force and he moans. God, has he always smelled so amazing? His heavenly scent fills up Yoongi’s nostrils, and it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever smelled in his life. The autumn leaves and freshly cut grass scents blend together in a perfect harmony that has even more slick leaking out of him.

“Are you okay hyung?” Taehyung asks gently.

“Alpha,” Yoongi breathes, reaching out toward Taehyung. “Come here.”

“You should probably eat first,” he tells him firmly, not moving an inch.

“Just had breakfast, I’m fine. Come!”

Taehyung steps back and Yoongi whines loudly. “I’ll be right there love, I’m just gonna take my clothes off okay?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Yoongi nods fiercely and licks his lips as he watches Taehyung strip. To his extreme disappointment, the alpha leaves his underwear on as he crawls into the nest next to Yoongi.

Yoongi instantly grabs the alpha and cuddles up against him, trying to get as close as possible. Taehyung is oddly still beneath him.

“Oh god Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung finally chokes out after a full minute of silence. “You … oh my god, you smell so good. Fuck!” Taehyung holds him tightly and pulls him in even closer. Yoongi lets out a contented little sound and nuzzles into the alpha’s neck, feeling as though everything is finally right with the world. “You’re… you’re going to kill me hyung. Fuck!”

Yoongi can feel Taehyung rock hard beneath him, and it makes him giddy. He turns his head to lick happily at the alpha’s scent gland and Taehyung swears loudly. “I’m going to die,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m actually going to die.”

Yoongi just giggles and snuggles closer. At this moment, life is perfect.

Yoongi wakes up with a cry. Pain and heat and arousal warring inside him. The room is dark except for a series of scented candles scattered around the room that somehow smell exactly like home. Yoongi is laying on his back in a bed of soft pillows that definitely weren’t there when he fell asleep. The one on his lower back is gently heated, and he has a cool cloth on his forehead while another runs down his chest gently.

At Yoongi’s cry, the cloths and warm lower back pillow are removed, and Taehyung is right there, hovering above him looking worried. “Are you okay love?” he asks gently. His voice is like warm honey.

Yoongi whimpers, unable to gain a coherent thought besides getting the alpha inside him as quickly as possible. “Need you,” he moans out. “Please alpha.”

Taehyung nods quickly. “I’m here love, I got you.” He gently removes Yoongi’s underwear, and he moans at the feel of the cool air against his feverish skin.

“Be so good for you alpha, please, please,” Yoongi blabbers, all coherency vanishing, completely consumed by the pain and arousal warring within him.

“I know love, I’m right here,” he says gently, leaning down to kiss Yoongi deeply. He moans into the kiss, his body on fire. Taehyung grips his cock and starts stroking up and down. “You are going to need to come a lot before the pain will go away,” he continues, peppering little kisses all over Yoongi’s face while he whimpers.

“Need your knot, feel so good,” he mumbles, pain crushing down on him. Taehyung’s hand not enough, not nearly enough.

“Not yet, I need you to come for me three times before you get my knot.”

Yoongi cries out and shakes his head in frustration. “No, no, knot now. Make you feel so good alpha. Please, please,” he begs desperately.

“Okay, okay,” Taehyung says quickly, dipping down to press a kiss into his scent gland. “Just two, okay. You only need to come twice, then my knot is all yours love.”

Yoongi whimpers as the alpha licks his scent gland. “Mmm, yes alpha,” he says quietly, tilting his head more. “Bite now.”

Taehyung’s lips freeze for a moment on Yoongi’s neck before he moves again and gives his gland a gentle little nibble.

“No, harder,” Yoongi whines out in frustration, presenting his neck even more. “Mate.”

The alpha freezes again before he pulls away from Yoongi’s neck completely.

Yoongi gazes at the confused-looking alpha before he bursts into tears. “Why aren’t I your mate? Be such a good mate. Why aren’t I?”

Taehyung looks absolutely devastated as he watches Yoongi. “Love,” he whispers, voice wrecked. He leans in and kisses Yoongi’s lips gently, hands coming up to cradle his face. “We will love.”

“Now.”

“After your heat okay? As soon as you’re done, we’ll mate right then okay? We will. Soon love.” Taehyung shushes him with little kisses and gentle caresses.

The omega squirms a bit, not happy with that answer, but he quickly forgets all about it once the alpha’s hand is back to stroking him again. “No, no can’t,” he cries out in frustration. The arousal is crushing, but the alpha’s hand isn’t enough, it isn’t working. “Inside.”

Taehyung gives a quiet little chuckle and leans back. “You want my fingers inside you?”

Yoongi nods emphatically.

Taehyung chuckles again, “I see that’s something omega-heat-Yoongi has in common with lucid Yoongi.”

“So good,” Yoongi babbles, “so beautiful, and long, and oh!” He cuts off as the alpha sinks his middle finger inside him and curls it. Yoongi arches his back off the bed, his arousal spiking but pain receding. “Yes, yes, another.”

Taehyung adds a second finger and starts pumping them in and out of Yoongi mercilessly. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, gazing at the omega adoringly. “And oh my god, you’re so wet. You’ve probably produced a litre of slick already.”

Yoongi groans, “shut up.”

Taehyung giggles, “Is that you, lucid Yoongi? Or is your omega also not fond of me measuring your slick production?”

“Fingers, fuck,” Yoongi mumbles, overwhelmed with sensations as Taehyung’s fingers slide into him.

“I’ll take that as a no, lovely.”

Yoongi cries out again as the alpha finds his prostate and lets out a throaty scream as his orgasm rips through him.

The satisfaction and bliss only last a second before the heat comes back with a vengeance, his dick still hard.

“Good boy,” Taehyung tells him as he pulls out his fingers. He licks them clean while gazing into Yoongi’s eyes and the omega whimpers. “Taste so good.” The alpha reaches over and takes a cloth off the nightstand to wipe down Yoongi’s stomach. “Just one more before my knot okay?”

“Knot!” Yoongi exclaims, brain sticking on the word.

“Yes soon,” Taehyung says soothingly, rubbing Yoongi’s thigh.

As soon as the alpha leans back and gives Yoongi space, he takes the opportunity to turn over on his belly and present himself for his alpha. Head face down on the bed and back arched prettily.

Taehyung swears loudly.

“Am I doing good alpha?”

Taehyung swears again, and Yoongi feels long, thin fingers caress his ass cheeks. He arches his back even more in response. “You’re doing so well love. Lucid Yoongi would hate that you said ‘doing good’ instead of ‘doing well’ though.”

“Fuck him.”

Taehyung laughs as he spreads Yoongi’s cheeks. “Yes, I agree. You’re much more fun… don’t tell him I said that.” Yoongi cries out as he feels a tongue slide against his hole. “Hmm, maybe fun isn’t the right word. You’re much easier to understand. You tell me exactly what you want, and it’s really refreshing,” Taehyung continues conversationally as though he doesn’t have his tongue buried in Yoongi’s ass.

Yoongi whimpers and cries out as the alpha dips his tongue in and out. “Want your knot,” he tells him, even as he feels another orgasm building.

“Mmm, that’s exactly what I mean. You’ll get it love; you just need to come for me.”

“Okay,” Yoongi whimpers before his second orgasm hits him and he crumples onto the sheets in a sweaty heap.

“Good boy, you’re doing so well,” Taehyung praises as he plants little kisses down Yoongi’s back. “Are you ready for my knot now?”

“Yes, alpha, yes!” Yoongi jumps up, presenting himself again, deep arch in his back.

“Good. Let me just get a condom-“

“No!” Yoongi yells, dropping to the bed and turning around to glare at the alpha. “Wanna feel you!”

“You will lo-“

“No!” Yoongi shouts again, cramp causing him to double over. “Why don’t you wanna touch me?”

“No, no, I do baby,” Taehyung says quickly, placing a gentle hand on Yoongi’s shoulder.

Yoongi flinches away from the touch. “Do I disgust you? I’m not good enough as an omega?” Tears start to creep out of his eyes. He lets out a sob of despair as the pain crescendos.

“No, no, love. You’re perfect. You’re the perfect omega. You’ll-“ Taehyung fumbles around, looking lost. “There is a very high chance of you getting pregnant right now.”

“Wanna feel you inside me, alpha, please, I’m good enough.” Yoongi is full out crying now in deep heaving sobs, still avoiding the alpha’s touch.

“You will, you will feel me,” Taehyung insists desperately.

“Nooo,” Yoongi continues to cry, pain causing him to curl up and whimper.

“Shit Yoongi hyung, you can definitely get pregnant if I don’t wear it. Are you prepared for that?” Taehyung tries, hand hovering over the omega.

“Yes, prepared, so ready,” Yoongi whispers between another wave of pain.

Taehyung swears and quickly jumps out of bed.

Yoongi cries out. “It’s okay, I’m just gonna call someone quickly, okay?” Taehyung says as soothingly as possible as he grabs his phone off the bedside table. “I’ll be right back to give you my knot, okay love?”

“Yes knot!” Yoongi yelps, already forgetting the previous conversation. “Hurry alpha, I’m so ready.”

“I’ll be right there baby.”

“Baby? That’s new,” comes a light musical voice from the phone.

“Jiminie!” Taehyung yelps.

“Alphaaaa,” Yoongi moans from the bed.

Jimin giggles on the other end of the line. “Wow, was that Yoongi hyung’s voice?”

“I need your help,” Taehyung says quickly.

“How’s the heat going Tae Tae?”

“Not good… or, well, it was going good until a minute ago.”

“What’d you do, not set the bath to the optimal temperature?” Jimin asks dryly.

“Oh shit!” Taehyung gasps. “I forgot my spare thermometer!”

“Relax Tae Tae, you are overprepared over there. I promise no other alpha has the average cramping intervals memorized.”

“He’s at a thirty to six right now,” Taehyung murmurs. “No, Jiminie, that’s not my problem. I told him I was going to get a condom and he started crying and refused to let me touch him. He thinks I don’t want him if I wear the condom!”

“Did you tell him what will happen if you don’t wear it?”

“Yes! And, see, my problem is… I asked him if he was okay with getting pregnant and he said yes…” The alpha bites his lip as he gazes down at the omega curled up on the bed, quietly whimpering. “So, like… I-I don’t want to wear it either Jiminie, and he said it’s okay, but… I know it’s a terrible idea to listen to anything he says during his heat.”

Jimin sighs on the other end of the line. “He said he was okay with getting pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“Did he say, ‘yes Taehyung, I’m ready to be a parent’, or did he just moan and whine and say ‘of course alpha’?”

Taehyung bites his lip. “Uhh…”

Jimin sighs again. “Okay, I need to hear his answer myself. Tae, ask him if he wants to be a father, and keep me on speaker.”

Yoongi feels a cool hand brush his hair off his forehead. “Hey love, do you want to be a father right now?”

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be alpha,” he answers in a weak voice, completely delirious with need.

“That, Tae Tae, is the wrong answer.” Jimin says sternly.

Taehyung sighs. “What the hell do I do Jimin? He’s very convincing, and he smells like heaven itself, and he’s crying, and I can’t take it. It’s heartbreaking, and he’s hurting, and he’s at thirty to six! Thirty to six!”

“I have no idea what thirty to six means.”

“Thirty seconds of cramps at six second intervals. Otherwise put: he has a six second break between thirty seconds of cramps,” Taehyung explains as though reciting from a textbook.

“Yikes,” Jimin says sympathetically. “Okay Tae, just tell him that he is still going to feel your knot. The condom won’t cover the knot, he’ll still feel it skin to skin… wow, this is a very weird discussion to be having with you,” Jimin chuckles. “You’re lucky you’re my soulmate.”

“I am,” Taehyung agrees emphatically.

“Just hide the condom and tell him he’ll feel your knot. He’ll be happy. He’s so gone Tae Tae, he likely doesn’t even remember your argument.” Jimin reasons gently.

“Alphaaaa,” Yoongi calls again, growing impatient. “What are you doing? Who are you talking to?”

“Just… calling the doctor to make sure my knot is all ready for you,” Taehyung tells him quickly, petting a hand through his hair while he discreetly grabs a condom off the bedside. “I’ll be right there.”

“Gross,” Jimin comments.

“I’m ready alpha,” Yoongi whines, curling in further through the pain.

Taehyung gasps, “oh no, thirty-six to five now! I gotta go now Jiminie, thank you so much! I just needed to talk this through with someone so I didn’t get influenced by the most perfect omega in the world into making a huge mistake.”

Jimin giggles on the other end of the line. “You’re doing amazingly Tae Tae. Yoongi hyung is lucky to have you. Call me if you need anything at all, okay? I’m here for you.”

“Okay, thank you Jiminie.”

Yoongi feels the alpha crawl onto the bed behind him and he presents out of instinct.

“Good boy, Yoongi love. I’m going to give you my knot now okay? You’ll feel all of it, skin to skin, okay? Nothing will be in the way of my knot.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Yoongi almost cries with happiness at the alpha’s words. Finally!

He hears some crinkling behind him before he feels the alpha’s hands spreading him open. He moans loudly, arching deeper.

The alpha swears loudly as he slowly pushes in. Yoongi croons and pushes back into the alpha impatiently.

“Fuck Yoongi,” he swears loudly as he bottoms out.

Yoongi cries out in relief, the pain and uncontrollable heat waning as he gets filled up. It feels so right, he feels so full and perfect. Everything is right in the world as the alpha slowly slides out and back in again. “Faster,” Yoongi begs.

The alpha swears again but picks up the pace. Yoongi cries out as he drops his head in his hands.

“Faster, harder,” he encourages again, wanting to feel the alpha fully overpower him.

Taehyung pulls out and Yoongi cries out. The alpha shushes him as he flips him over onto his back and slides back in hard. “Shh hyung, this is a better position to knot you in.”

“Yes, yes, please,” Yoongi begs as the alpha holds his hips hard and pushes into him at an increasingly fast pace.

“So beautiful,” the alpha breathes as he fucks into him hard and fast, panting loudly, lifting Yoongi’s hips right off the bed.

Yoongi can only whimper helplessly as he’s bounced on Taehyung’s cock, completely out of control in a state of pure bliss.

Yoongi cries out when he starts to feel a knot forming. Taehyung moans as he drops his head to Yoongi’s and kisses him fiercely. His knot forms hard and fast, and when Yoongi feels it catch on his rim his vision goes white as his orgasm crashes over him.

The alpha stills over him, locked inside, and Yoongi has never felt more perfect. He is stretched deliciously around his alpha’s knot. His omega is finally satisfied.

It takes a minute before Yoongi comes to. When he does, he feels a wet cloth rubbing gently down his torso and Taehyung’s deep, husky voice is murmuring gentle words.

Yoongi groans, his body sore and aching. When he tries to move he feels a tug down below. “Oh,” he murmurs quietly, voice rough. “You’re inside me,” he states matter-of-factly, opening his eyes and peering up at the alpha above him.

“Yes I am,” Taehyung hums. He gives him a big boxy grin, placing the cloth back in the basin on the nightstand. “Hey hyung, is that you?”

“Unfortunately,” he answers, looking around. Taehyung has a whole set-up next to his bed. He has his nightstand and coffee table pulled up next to them covered in pillows, candles, cloths, medical supplies, a basin of soapy water, condoms, dildos, lube, a couple bowls of food, and a journal.

Yoongi leans closer to the journal and sees a bunch of numbers written there. The last number reads ’36-5’. He has no idea what any of it means.

Taehyung gives a low chuckle. “How are you feeling hyung?”

“Like I got hit by a truck but strangely enjoyed it.” He wiggles slightly. “So all in all pretty good.”

“No pain?”

“No.”

Taehyung leans forward and gives him a warm little kiss on the lips. “I’m glad hyung. Let me roll us over into a more comfortable position.”

Taehyung maneuvers them so Yoongi is laying on top. He rests his head on Taehyung’s chest and the alpha strokes a hand through his hair. “Thank you Taehyungie,” he tells him quietly, melting into the alpha’s hold. “You’re doing so well. This is so much better than last time.”

Taehyung presses a little kiss to the top of his head. “You don’t need to thank me hyung. You are doing so well too.”

Yoongi blushes slightly. His memories are fuzzy from when he was in the heat of things, but as he thinks back, he gets a sudden jolt at a memory surfacing. “Uh…” Yoongi begins awkwardly. God, he hopes he’s remembering this wrong. “Sorry, I don’t remember everything, just bits and pieces… did I say anything embarrassing?”

Taehyung giggles and gives the top of his head another little kiss. “It’s normal not to remember hyung. You did cry when I said I was going to use a condom, but I was able to convince you to let me wear it in the end.”

Yoongi groans and buries his face in the alpha’s chest. That was not something that he remembered, but now he is forever burdened with that knowledge. Fantastic. “Well… I’m glad you convinced me.”

Taehyung giggles again. “Even your omega has a weird dislike for condoms hyung.” Yoongi gives him a little slap on the arm. “I did have to call Jiminie to pep-talk me into wearing a condom though. You were very convincing.” He admits.

Yoongi groans again. “Oh god, so that wasn’t just a bad dream, I did hear Park Jimin’s voice in the middle of my heat.” Taehyung laughs again. “So uh, was that it? I didn’t say anything else… uh, weird?” He presses.

“You really don’t want to know everything you said hyung,” Taehyung tells him gently. “It was mostly begging anyway.”

Yoongi’s face flames red and he feels even more mortified. “I remember… something about biting…?” he prompts. He needs to know if what he is remembering actually happened or not.

“Hmm,” Taehyung thinks on it. “You did ask me to bite you actually…”

“…Like, a m-mating bite?” He grits out, face on fire.

“Oh! Yes, you did,” Taehyung exclaims, finally having figured out what Yoongi was trying to ask him. “Don’t worry hyung, I calmed you down and said we’d do it later.” When Yoongi doesn’t answer, but instead imagines moving to Alaska and starting a new life as a bearded recluse, Taehyung continues. “Don’t be embarrassed hyung, I’m flattered that your omega was comfortable enough with me to ask. It’s normal to say crazy things we don’t mean, don’t worry about it hyung. I can handle your omega if you ask again.”

Yoongi nods into the alpha’s chest but his heart sinks. Of course Taehyung wouldn’t take him seriously. That’s good… right? So then why does it hurt so much that he called it a ‘crazy thing he didn’t mean’?

“How long are we going to be stuck like this?” Yoongi asks, clearing his throat and changing the subject.

“Sorry hyung,” Taehyung winces. “It’ll probably be quite a few hours… you’re in heat and smell like my best wet dream dipped into my wildest sexual fantasy, so the bad boy will be awake for a while.”

Yoongi crinkles his nose. “Ew, don’t ever call your knot a ‘bad boy’ again.” Taehyung laughs. “As great as you have been, your ridiculously long knotting time does make this quite inconvenient.”

Taehyung nods as he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the two bowls. “Yes, I did anticipate this. Which is why I have everything we need in close proximity. Eat hyung, while you still can. You are going to be less and less lucid as this goes on.”

Yoongi snorts but sits up on the alpha’s lap as carefully as he can and takes his bowl. They eat in silence for a few minutes, Taehyung’s head propped up on his pillows and Yoongi sitting up with a cock still buried in his ass. “I can’t believe we’re eating dinner while you’re inside me,” Yoongi finally says, unable to hold back his laugh.

“Weirder things have happened,” Taehyung grins back. “I’m trying to figure out how I can give you a bath with me still inside you, because by the time I soften, your heat will likely hit again.”

Yoongi giggles and shakes his head. “God, I hope I’m still lucid when you attempt that.”

Taehyung winks, “I’ll take a video for you.”

The rest of Yoongi’s heat passes in a feverish, sweat filled haze. Yoongi has fewer and fewer moments of lucidity as the heat goes on, but occasionally he wakes up in odd positions. Once, he woke with Taehyung somehow supporting him in his arms and changing the sheets while not disturbing the knot inside him. Yoongi burst out laughing and continued to do so until he lost lucidity again at that one.

Another time he came to in the bathtub with Taehyung (the alpha apparently finding a way to get them both in securely) while he rinsed the soap suds out of his hair and classical music played out of his phone. Yoongi was pretty sure there were also orange blossoms floating in the water.

In another rare moment of lucidity, he finds Taehyung writing in the journal he’d seen on the bedside table earlier.

He pulls the journal out of the alpha’s hand and starts flipping through it. It mostly contains a bunch of numbers and times, and Yoongi’s still groggy brain can’t make sense of it. “What is this?” he asks the alpha, slurring his words slightly.

Yoongi is sitting on the alpha’s lap, knot deep inside him while Taehyung sits behind him, combing his fingers through his damp, clean smelling hair. He must have just bathed him. “That’s my heat journal. I’m keeping track of everything so we can have a comparison for next time, and to make sure everything is going normally for you.” Yoongi blows out a breath, impressed. He can’t believe the alpha’s foresight. “I’ve recorded your body temperature every hour, averaged it over a 24-hour period, and compared it to the average in the manual. You’re on track hyung, don’t worry. I also have a cooling schedule on how often I should wipe you down with a cool cloth. I’ve increased the frequency of that compared to what the manual says, because you definitely sweat more than average.”

Yoongi makes a face. “Yea sorry, that’s really gross.”

Taehyung kisses the top of his head. “Don’t be sorry hyung, it’s natural. I’ve also recorded the frequency, duration, and severity of your cramps. They are also tracking normally, although it is kind of hard to track severity. I’ve mostly just written down your reaction to the pain, from just wincing to a full body reaction.” Taehyung smooths down the hair at his nape gently. “I’ve also used the journal to record the bath temperatures, heating pad duration, kept up and recorded your eating schedule, measured the duration of my knots… sorry they are so long by the way. I also have a schedule for applying Jiho’s magic healing salve. I’ve only had to do it twice so far, and only because you were a bit red. How are you feeling down there by the way?”

Yoongi blushes like an idiot even though he is literally sitting on Taehyung’s dick right now. “I’m good Taehyungie, thank you.”

“Good. I’ve also tried to estimate your average daily slick production, because I figured you wouldn’t like it if I collected and measured it… you know, you can collect a sample and send it to your doctor to get tested, and they can test your fertility and how healthy you are-“

“Taehyungie?” Yoongi cuts him off quickly.

“Yes, hyung?”

“That’s never happening.”

“Yea, I figured,” Taehyung sighs.

Yoongi turns as much as he can in the alpha’s arms and throws an arm around Taehyung’s neck in an awkward half hug. “Taehyungie, you are the most amazing man I have ever met in my entire life. I don’t deserve you; I don’t deserve anything you are doing for me. I can’t thank you enough, you are doing so well. It’s been so easy for me. I love you so fucking much.”

Taehyung lets out a little laugh and buries his head into the back of Yoongi’s neck, tightening his arms around his middle. “I love you too hyung. I’m doing everything I can, but I still kinda feel like I’m just fumbling around and not doing enough. I didn’t anticipate the obstacle of your scent driving me absolutely crazy the whole time. I almost feel like I’m in heat too.”

Yoongi chuckles. “You’re doing more than enough Taehyungie,” he reassures him.

When Yoongi fully wakes the next time, light is streaming through the windows and his body feels heavy and sore, but all traces of pain and arousal are gone.

Yoongi sighs, relieved that it’s finally over and stretches out his limbs. His thighs are a bit sore, but he figures that’s from the sex marathon he just had. Surprisingly enough, his ass isn’t sore at all. Taehyung probably applied the healing salve recently.

Yoongi sits up, body feeling relaxed and happy, and turns to find the alpha lying next to him, gazing at him adoringly.

Yoongi blushes slightly. “What are you doing?”

Taehyung sighs dreamingly. “Just looking at the most beautiful omega in the world.”

Yoongi looks away, flustered. “Stop,” he complains, wiggling out of bed.

Taehyung grabs him around the waist. “Noo! Don’t leave me, love of my life! I’ve composed a love poem in my head for you while I watched you sleep. Let me at least recite it to you before you decide to leave!”

Yoongi awkwardly stands next to the bed with the alpha’s arms locked very tightly around his waist. He turns to look at the alpha, searching his eyes hard. “My heat is done now Taehyungie,” he says slowly.

Taehyung sighs dreamily again and lays his head down on the pillow. “I love it when you call me Taehyungie. You’re the only one who does. It’s my special name from you. Love that for us.” He rolls onto his back and finally releases Yoongi. “Sucks that your heat’s done though. I mean, I’m glad you’re feeling better, but we didn’t get a chance to try to make any babies. I kept wearing those stupid condoms. Our babies would be so pretty hyung!”

Yoongi narrows his eyes. He places the back of his hand on Taehyung’s forehead and the alpha squeals. He feels warm. “Taehyungie… when is your next rut supposed to be?” he asks cautiously. There is just no way what he thinks is happening, is happening.

“February. Can’t wait. We can try for babies then.” He turns to smile dreamily at Yoongi.

“It’s November Taehyungie,” Yoongi says, alarmed. No, no, no. This is definitely not happening… but there is no other way to explain Taehyung’s behaviour. He even remembers Taehyung telling him that he would be very embarrassing in his rut and try to recite cheesy love poems to him. All the fucking symptoms fit, but there is just no way.

“I know. I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he pouts, looking up at Yoongi with soft eyes. “Come back to me my omega. I can make you feel so good. Make you so happy.”

“Fuuuuuck,” Yoongi swears. That confirms it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He grabs Taehyung’s phone off the bedside and quickly calls Jimin.

“How’s the heat baby doing?” Is Jimin’s greeting.

“I resent that name.”

“Oh heeeey, Yoongi hyuuung. How you feeling buddy?” Jimin says slowly and cautiously, like he’s speaking to a small child.

“My heat’s done, asshole.”

“Oh that’s good,” Jimin says, voice returning to normal. “To what do I owe the pleasure hyung?”

“I think… we might have a problem,” Yoongi begins slowly, watching as Taehyung starts some interpretive mating dance on the bed.

“Please tell me you idiots used condoms. I told Tae-“

“Yes, we used condoms!” Yoongi cuts him off hurriedly. “The problem now is Taehyung… I think… I think his rut has started,” he finishes awkwardly as Taehyung performs exaggerated hip thrusts and twirls his hands around in the air.

“No, his rut isn’t until February. I know because the whole house gets the fuck out of dodge when it happens. He refuses to use suppressants-“

“Taehyungie!” Yoongi calls, cutting Jimin off again. “Do you have anything to say to your friend Jimin?”

“Yea, leave my omega alone! I’m trying to seduce him with my fertility dance. We’re gonna make babies!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” Jimin breathes across the line. “Fuck… hey, can you take a video of that fertility dance for me?”

“No!” Yoongi yells as Taehyung begins doing body rolls on the bed. “Jimin, what the fuck do I do?!”

“Damn hyung, that’s… not supposed to happen. Uh, mated couples have their heats and ruts line up like that but… wait. OH MY GOD, DID YOU TWO MATE DURING YOUR HEAT!?” Jimin screams.

“No!” Yoongi yells emphatically, feeling his neck just in case. “We didn’t!”

“Pics or it didn’t happen,” Jimin demands.

Yoongi sighs but quickly snaps a pic of his neck and gets the best pic he can of Taehyung’s while he’s writhing on the bed and starting to sing in a low voice.

Jimin is silent for a moment after Yoongi sends the pics. “Oh. Okay then… wait, is he singing Anaconda by Nicki Minaj?”

“God I hope not,” Yoongi groans. “Just help me Jimin!”

“Oh no, you’re right. It’s Say My Name, Destiny’s Child… odd choice.”

“Park Jimin!”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m honestly as floored as you hyung. This… this isn’t something that I’ve had happen. I was dating Jungkookie for two years and this never happened. I also haven’t had my heat since we mated so… this is new territory for me too.”

“What the fuck do I do?” Yoongi demands desperately. “I don’t know anything about ruts! Fuck, he was so prepared for me. He studied for months and kept a fucking journal of my body temperatures, and I don’t even know the first thing about how to take care of him!”

“It’s okay hyung, just breathe,” Jimin tells him gently over the phone. “You didn’t expect it to happen yet, it’s not your fault. Ruts are much easier than heats. Tae’s only last two days. Alphas are much easier during their ruts than we are during our heats. They only need to knot once to feel satisfied, and the rut haze won’t hit them again until after their knot has gone down.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath to settle himself. Taehyung is now fully into the chorus of Say My Name and giving him a strip tease. It’s honestly pretty hot… how the fuck is this seduction actually working?? “What if… as just a random example, it takes a long time for an alpha’s knot to go down?”

Jimin giggles. “Then they will be lucid for a long time, which makes it easier for you. There are pros and cons to having long knot times. It’s cumbersome during heats but makes ruts a hell of a lot easier.” Jimin giggles again as Taehyung hits a high note. “Honestly, his singing is pretty good.”

“I know right? He has a nice voice.”

“Yoongi hyung, you should call Jin hyung. He is the one who helps Tae through his ruts. He’ll know what he needs specifically. If you want advice from an actual alpha, I’d recommend Joonie hyung over Jungkookie. Jungkookie’s a bit of a special case and I know Joonie hyung goes through his by himself… or, at least he used to. Don’t stress too much hyung. They will make sure you have everything you need. Tae Tae will be happy just having you there. You got this.” He encourages.

Yoongi lets out a breath. “Okay, thank you. I’ll call Jin hyung… fuck that’s going to be an awkward call.”

“Have fun with that!” Jimin laughs before hanging up.

Taehyung finishes his song with jazz hands for some reason. He is looking at Yoongi for his approval, so he claps. Taehyung grins and gives him a bow. “Would you like to hear my love poems for you, sweet omega of mine?”

“No, what I would like to see is how sexy you can be lying on the bed silently and not moving,” he tells him gently as he forces himself to dial Jin’s number.

Taehyung gives him a lazy grin and immediately flops down on the bed. “You’ll be surprised hyung. I can seduce people with just a look.”

“Mmm, show me then,” he tells him.

“What up Tae? If you ran out of the food I gave you, you fed him too much dipshit,” Is Jin’s greeting. He really has to stop calling people on Taehyung’s phone.

“Heeey Jin hyung. This is Yoongi,” he starts out awkwardly.

“Ah yes, I can tell from the complete and utter lack of respect in your tone,” Jin answers lightly.

“Riiight. So… uh, thanks for the food.”

“Ew, gross. Don’t thank me for that. I don’t want to hear about any part of your heat ever.” Jin complains.

“Right. Uh, yea. So, the real reason I called is… say, hypothetically, Taehyung went into rut… uh, what would I do in that case?”

Jin is silent for a few moments. Yoongi takes the opportunity to give a smoldering Taehyung a thumbs up. “MIN YOONGI, TELL ME MY BROTHER DID NOT MATE YOU WHILE YOU WERE IN HEAT!”

“He didn’t!” Yoongi assures him quickly and sends him the pics he took for Jimin just in case.

Yoongi can hear Jin’s heavy breathing over the phone slowly subside. “Oh… okay, so it’s actually a hypothetical question then. Jesus, don’t scare me like that Yoongi!”

“It’s not hypothetical,” Yoongi sighs. “Taehyungie, it’s Jin hyung on the phone.”

“Jinnie hyungie!” Taehyung yells. “Stop cockblocking me! I’m being really seductive for my omega so we can make babies!”

Jin yells. “AHH! Yoongi, don’t talk to him again! I don’t wanna hear that shit!”

“Jimin told me I should call you! It’s not my fault!”

“What the fuck were you guys doing?” Jin asks, sounding pained. “Tae isn’t due for a rut until February. How the fuck did your heat set him off early?”

“I don’t know!” Yoongi yells, panicking again.

“Did you ask him to mate during your heat?”

“Yes, but we didn’t,” Yoongi defends.

Jin sighs. “That must have done it. Your omega telling Tae that you wanted to mate must have made Tae’s alpha form a partial bond with you. That partial bond would then be enough to send him into a rut right after your heat.”

“Is forming a partial bond… normal?” Yoongi asks cautiously.

“No,” Jin replies dryly. “You guys are ridiculous; I hope you know that. I’ve heard of it happening before, but it’s usually in couples who have been together for a long time and haven’t mated yet. You and Tae, you absolute savages, have only been together for like, half a year.”

“Soo… is this a bad thing?” Yoongi asks worriedly.

Jin sighs again. “No Yoongi, it’s not a bad thing, it’s just pretty inconvenient for you. You just finished your heat and now you have to take care of that giant baby. Good luck.”

“Jin hyung! I called you to ask for your help!” Yoongi complains.

“Yes, I know. Let me take joy in your misfortune for a minute,” he replies cheekily.

“I’ll call Taehyung again,” Yoongi threatens.

“Alright, alright! Don’t do anything crazy!” he says quickly. “Lucky for you, Tae is a very gentle alpha in rut, all things considered. I’ll send Jimin over with his rut sack and some more meals. You should have enough to tide you over for the next day though. Rut Tae loves to be praised and told how much he’s loved. Other than that, it’s just… you know, a rut. You’ll figure it out.”

“How do you normally help him?”

“I throw his rut sack in his room, tell him how special he is then leave him to it. When he’s lucid and taking a bath, I’ll slip in again to change his sheets and leave him food. Then repeat, for two days.”

“Right,” Yoongi says. Jin’s answer is not exactly helpful. “Well, thanks then… uh, do I need to do anything about the shop?”

“No, I can handle all of that,” Jin says quickly. “Anywaaay, thanks for giving me one of the most uncomfortable conversations of my life Yoongi. Good luck now.” He hangs up.

Yoongi sighs and pats a still immobile Taehyung on the head. “Oooh, so sexy, I’m almost seduced. Just a few more minutes and I’ll come over, okay Taehyungie?”

Taehyung nods emphatically and gives him a cheesy wink.

Namjoon answers on the second ring. “Hey Tae, do you need anything?”

“It’s Yoongi, Taehyung’s gone into rut,” Yoongi says shortly, tired of explaining himself. “And before you ask, no we didn’t mate. Yes, I have pics to prove it. Yes, I’ve called Jin hyung and he’s sending over food and whatever the fuck a rut sack is.”

“Oookay.” Namjoon answers awkwardly. “Good morning to you too Yoongi. I take it your heat is completely done, but you’ve somehow managed to partially bond with Tae so your heat triggered his rut?”

“Yep.”

“Right. Well then, is there anything I can do to help?”

“See, this is the kind of response I wanted. Calling Jimin and Jin hyung was like pulling teeth,” Yoongi complains and moves to sit down on the bed next to Taehyung. “What the hell do I do for him during his rut?” he asks the alpha desperately.

“Okay,” Namjoon begins seriously. “It won’t be too difficult. He gonna want… uh, well, sex.”

“Yea, I figured that part out on my own funnily enough.”

“He only needs to knot once to end the rut pain, and contrary to popular belief he doesn’t need to knot… inside anything.” Namjoon coughs awkwardly. “You can probably get away with getting him off in other ways. It’s a lot more convenient when you’re trying to care for him and everything. Just make sure he eats and bathes while he’s lucid. Again, it’s much easier than heats… from what I’ve heard. He’ll be completely lucid after he knots, no haze at all, its just going to be during his rut craze that you’ll have to look after him.”

Yoongi blows out a breath. “Okay that’s good to know.” Not having Taehyung stuck inside him while he needs to bathe and eat will make everything a lot easier.

“Any other questions?”

“Uh… not that I can think of. Can I call you-“

“Omegaaa,” Taehyung whines, wincing in pain. “Come here now. Who are you talking to?”

“Do NOT tell him you’re talking to me!” Namjoon yells quickly. “That will set him off. Alphas are very, very territorial. Especially one who’s half bonded with their omega.”

“I won’t. I gotta go, he looks to be in pain. I’ll call you if I have any more questions.”

“Okay sounds good. You’ll do well Yoongi hyung. It’s easy. Tae’s alpha is pretty sweet.”

Yoongi hangs up and crawls onto Taehyung’s lap. The alpha is naked, hard, and sweating. “Mmm, my seduction work?” he asks, instantly wrapping his arms around Yoongi.

“Yes Taehyungie,” Yoongi whispers kissing him deeply. “How do you want me, my alpha?”

A satisfied rumble comes from deep in Taehyung’s chest. “On your hands and knees,” he says lowly.

Okay then. Yoongi’s stomach dips and he feels himself get aroused. So, this may be… interesting.

Yoongi understands what Taehyung said about his scent now. Taehyung’s autumn leaves scent has increased tenfold and it’s consuming Yoongi’s senses. He’s all he can smell, and it’s incredibly enticing.

Yoongi moves over so he can do as the alpha asked, and crawls onto his hands and knees. Taehyung growls again as he sits up. “That’s it, little omega. Good boy, good boy,” he runs his hand over Yoongi’s back reverently. Yoongi shivers. Okay, this is really fucking hot.

“What a good omega,” Taehyung croons, getting behind him. “Present for me honey.”

Yoongi feels himself harden instantly and feels more slick leak out as he drops his head to the mattress and arches his back.