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Jungkook always had a hard time waking up, but today was especially tough. His eyes did not want to open and his body did not want to move. He felt really bad because both Namjoon and their manager had been in to wake him up multiple times but he was still lying there struggling to even blink his eyes open.

Finally peeling his eyes open, JK sits up in bed and looks around. With an upcoming comeback, he’s been staying in the dorm more and more recently. He missed his room in the dorm, he missed the dorm itself and he missed being in the same place as his hyungs 24/7. He missed having his Hyungs around him constantly, showering him with affection and praise. Even though his Beta nose didn’t pick up on scents as well as the Alphas’ noses he still enjoyed the scent of his members and the warmth they brought to his soul. The dominant alpha scents: Namjoon’s strong forest scent, Yoongi’s bonfire smoke and Tae’s whiskey, something the alpha himself had to grow to like. The beta’s had more mellow scents, Jin smelled like fresh linen and Hobi like rain, while Jimin, the group's only omega, smelled like a sweet vanilla. Jungkook himself didn’t have much of a scent, his members only described it as vaguely sweet, but this didn’t bother them much.

When he was thinking of his hyungs’ scents like this, he felt as if he could almost smell them stronger. No, not almost. He really could smell them better. “Weird.” JK thought to himself, maybe being separated from his hyungs made their scents stronger to him now that he was surrounded by them again. He could pick Namjoon’s pine scent out of the air, likely because the alpha had been in minutes before trying to wake the maknae. Jungkook sleepily got up and followed his nose to the living room where the leader was reading something on his phone. Before Jungkook could plop down next to Joon, the leader looks at him.

“Jungkook, we have to be at the company in 15 minutes. Go get ready, quickly please.” Namjoon’s urgent voice is what finally snapped Jungkook out of his sleepy daze. He quickly turned around and made his way back to his room, grabbing random pieces out of his closet before heading into his bathroom for a quick shower. He turned on the water and stepped in as soon as it got warm, reaching for his body wash and washcloth. He scrubbed his body quickly, though he was mildly sore around his neck and shoulders, but he shrugged this pain off as a result of the new choreography they had learned the day before.

He hopped out as soon as he was done, threw on the shorts, top and hoodie he had grabbed and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Opening the fridge, everything had been picked over except some leftover fried rice, which he takes and quickly throws in the microwave, even if he hates the thing. “Jungkook! We’re leaving!” Jimin shouts from the entryway, causing JK to grab the still hot bowl out of the microwave and run after the others, throwing on some sandals.

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During the ride to the company, Jungkook shoveled half the rice into his mouth before Taehyung distracted him, asking about the song they were due to record today. Jungkook set his rice aside and explained the lyrics he had written and what had been changed, what each member’s part would be and what he was hoping the song would sound like once they finished. Just as he was explaining his final vision, the cars rolled up to the company and all the members stepped out, heading towards the entrance.

“Good morning Jungkookie!” Hoseok yelled in his ear as he was pulled into a hug by the elder. Hobi pulled back quickly. “Did you use a new shampoo or something? You smell different.” Hobi asks with a kind smile on his face.

“I’ve been using a new body wash since we got back from America, maybe you hadn’t noticed yet.” He said back, flattered that Hobi noticed the change.

“Oh, is that what it is? It’s so nice, almost like apples.” Hobi replied before walking away and in the door.

Jungkook was left a little confused. His new body wash was meant to have a nice cherry blossom scent, but he figured the light floral notes may have read fruity, especially mixed with his more sweet-smelling shampoo. The maknae walked into the building and joined everyone at the elevator where they idly chatted about their upcoming comeback schedule.

When the elevator arrived, Jungkook walked in and ended up getting kind of squished in the corner behind Namjoon. As the elevator doors closed, the scents around JK started to feel heavy, almost oppressive in their intensity. Not used to such intense scents, JK moved forward and buried his nose into Namjoon’s neck, once again inhaling the comforting forest scent.

“Hey Jungkook, are you okay?” Namjoon asked him. While Jungkook tended to be a bit clingy in private, he usually tried to keep his space in public, so his closeness startled the leader a bit.

“I’m okay hyung,” he mumbled into Namjoon’s shirt collar, “everyone just smells so much.” Namjoon laughs at this, thinking the maknae is messing around. Jungkook just takes the opportunity to nuzzle deeper into his hyung’s neck even if the closeness is starting to make him feel warm. Just as he’s about to speak again, the elevator doors opened and everyone began to shuffle out.

As Kookie steps out of the elevator and follows his hyungs, he notices that he is still feeling quite warm even though he now was in the more open air of the company hallway. He brushed it off, hoping to cool down soon and made his way into the studio.

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As the other members take their turns recording their sections of the song, Jungkook continues to grow even hotter and his stomach starts to cramp up. He sits quietly on the couch, trying to act normal even if he does end up removing his hoodie as he begins to feel like he’s burning up. By the time that Jungkook’s turn comes around, he has started to sweat and shake.

Yoongi looks at Jungkook as he makes his way to the booth and grabs his arm. “Jungkook, you aren’t looking so well. Are you okay?” He asks, genuine worry apparent in his voice.

“I’m okay hyung,” Jungkook responds weakly. “I think my breakfast may have just been bad but I’m going to power through it.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asks. “If you want, we can take a break.”

“No hyung. I’m okay, really.” Jungkook responds, trying to sound as confident as possible. He walks into the booth and is immediately hit with all the scents of his hyungs which have stayed within the room. Jungkook immediately feels another wave of stomach cramps hit him and doubles over, grabbing his stomach. Yoongi opens the door, pulls JK out and takes him back over the couch. At this point everyone is crowded around him, asking him what’s wrong and babying him. The scents so close to him only compounds upon his stomach cramps making him almost black out from the pain.

“Give him room… guys back up… Everyone get out of the way!” Jin finally yells, startling everyone but getting the others to back away. In the back of Jungkook’s mind, Jin’s clean light linen scent breaks through and instantly calms him. “Jungkookie. What’s wrong? Will you please tell hyung?” Jin softly asks while stroking JK’s back soothingly.

“Don’t feel good.” JK mumbles, clearly out of it. “Wanna go home.”

“Okay Kookie. Let me get the car and have them take you to your apartment.” Jin says before turning to leave. Before he can step away, JK’s arm shoots out and grabs his hyung’s wrist, bringing his hand to his face.

“Don’t leave. Please!” JK sobs, tears starting to fall down his cheeks onto the couch. Everyone stared at him, now even more worried. Jungkook rarely cried, only really shedding tears when the others cried or when expressing his gratitude. They had rarely seen him break down into sobs like this and they grew concerned.

“Okay Jungkookie, hyung will stay right here. Do you want me to send Namjoonie to get you to your apartment?” Jin says, already looking at the leader, urging him to pull out his phone.

“No. Wanna go to our home.” Jungkook says through his tears.

“Our home? Do you want to go to the dorm Jungkookie?” At this point, with his hand against Jungkook’s face, Jin notices just how hot the maknae is. “Oh Jungkookie. You’re burning up sweet boy, why didn’t you tell anyone sooner?”

“Wanna go dorm. Please!” Jungkook responds, becoming less coherent as he continues to cry. “Didn’t want hyung’s to worry.” He hums against Jin’s hand, seeking comfort from his hyung.

“It’s okay Jungkookie. We just want you to be okay.” Jin comforts the younger. The others leave with Namjoon, who calls a car to come take the youngest back to their dorm.

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“What do you think is going on with him?” Namjoon asks when he gets back from loading JK up in the car and sending him home.

“I’m not sure,” said Jin. “He had a really bad fever and he sounded almost incoherent”

“He told me earlier that he thought he may have gotten food poisoning from breakfast, but this seems more intense than food poisoning.” Yoongi adds, volunteering the information that he already knew.

“I’m pretty worried about him, more worried than I’ve ever been before.” Tae chimes in, speaking for the first time since the situation started.

“Me too,” said Jimin. “I’ve never seen him cry like that.”

“As much as I hate to say this, we still have work to do.” Said Hoseok “The quicker we finish the schedule, the sooner we can head back and take care of Jungkook.” Begrudgingly, the boys did get back to work, working quickly in order to get home.

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When he arrives back at the dorm, Jungkook heads to his room and flops onto the bed, planning to sleep whatever he was feeling off. The rice he’d eaten that morning must’ve been really bad if it was causing such an extreme reaction in his body. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this sick, especially the burning fever and intense cramping.

Though his bed at the dorm was comfortable, something felt inherently uncomfortable to him. He blearily got up and made his way around the house, collecting comfort items. First, he grabs one of Yoongi’s blankets from his bed, they always were so warm and now the smoky scent on them brought comfort to the boy. Next, he made his way to Hoseok and Jimin’s room, grabbing a t-shirt of Hoseok’s and quickly replacing his own with it. He then went to Jimin’s bed and grabbed his pillow, hugging it to his chest before moving on. He made a stop in the living room, grabbing one of Tae’s jackets and wrapping it around himself. Even though he was already overheated, the jacket brought a different kind of warmth to the maknae. Next, he stopped in Jin’s room and grabbed another blanket off of the eldest hyung’s bed and took it with him to Namjoon’s room, where he laid down. After arranging all his new objects around him, he snuggles down into the leader’s bedding and quickly falls into a deep sleep.

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The others arrived home around dinner time, almost 6 hours after Jungkook had been sent home. Immediately upon entering the dorm, they noticed a trail of clothing and bedding leading towards Namjoon’s room. They peek inside the door to see a lump of blankets and hear light snoring, presumably belonging to the maknae. Hobi also noticed the apple scent he had smelled earlier, though it was still mild and he didn’t pay it much attention. Jin reached for the door handle and quietly shut the door.

“It looks like he’s napping, we should leave him alone to rest.” Jin explains to his dongsaengs.

“But what if he isn’t okay? What if he wakes up and needs help? What if he’s scared?” Jimin asks one question after the other. He starts pacing towards the living room and flops dramatically onto the couch.

“He’ll be okay. You know how strong he is.” Namjoon says. “Plus, if he needs us he will be able to find us. It’s not like we are going everywhere.”

The members order dinner and pass their time watching television, playing games and reading until the food arrives. When the doorbell rings, Hobi quickly answers it as not to wake Jungkook. He tips the driver nicely and heads back inside.

“Should we wake up Jungkookie to eat?” Taehyung asks, looking in the direction of Namjoon’s room.

“Probably not. If he has food poisoning, he probably won’t want to eat anyway and we’d disturb him for nothing.

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As the other members went about their nights, the heat in Jungkook’s body grew to unbearable levels. The maknae, however, does continue to sleep deep into the night until he is woken up by the most intense wave of cramps yet. He cries out but no one else hears as they had fallen asleep or gone to their rooms long ago. Jungkook notices three things as he stands up: his abdomen aches deeply, he feels like he’s on fire and the room smells like an apple orchard. Though the smell is new, it feels familiar to Jungkook who has yet to find the source.

Through the pain, heat and new scent, Namjoon’s pine scent reaches Jungkook's nose, and he instinctively starts to follow it. The scent already has his cramps easing and the heat fading so Jungkook rapidly seeks out the source of it, Namjoon himself. He doesn’t know why he’s so drawn to the scent for several moments until it finally hits him.

Alpha. For the first time since meeting Namjoon, he truly senses the alpha undertones in his scent and starts walking even faster down the hall towards his hyung’s home studio. A whine makes its way out of his throat unbidden, startling the maknae. If he was in his right mind, he may question why he’s whining but he doesn’t even think about it. His brain is repeating one thing over and over.

“Find Alpha”

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Jungkook follows the piney scent all the way to Namjoon’s home studio but faces an obstacle there; that obstacle being the electronic door lock. Now, if Jungkook was in his right mind, he’d quickly type in the code he has known for years but in his current state of mind he crumbles at the inconvenience. He’s sitting on the floor crying and hiccuping, tears dripping down his face and onto Hobi’s shirt.

A buzzing comes from Jungkook’s pocket and when he fishes his phone out he sees Jimin’s contact photo. He picks up quickly, thinking he may be able to get help. “Hyung?” he says into the phone, his voice hoarse from crying.

“Jungkookie? Are you okay?” Jimin asks, his voice sounding worried even through the phone.

“Joonie! I want Joonie!” Kookie cries into the phone, seeking the alpha his body cries out for. “But… his door… his door is locked!” He gets out through hiccups.

“His door is locked? Are you at his studio? Oh sweetheart, let me come help you.” Jimin tries to make sense of what is happening. He starts to get out of bed and throws on a sweater, unaware of the turmoil happening on the other end of the phone. Jungkook has started to freak out again. An omega near his alpha? He couldn’t imagine anything worse in his entire life.

He starts to hyperventilate and barks at Jimin, “Do not go near him! Don’t go near my alpha!” This outburst surprises Jimin since Jungkook hasn’t raised his voice at him in many years.

Shocked, he replies “I’m sorry. What?”

“Leave him alone! If you come near him I’ll tear you apart.” Jungkook shouts, losing all sense of self.

“Okay okay! Jungkook, I’m going to stay in my room. What can I do to help you calm down?” Jimin responds, desperate to keep JK quiet, trying not to wake the entire dorm.

“Need to get in. Tell me the passcode.” Jungkook responds in an instant, desperate to get into Namjoon.

“Okay sweetheart. It’s 0-1-0-9.” As Jimin is saying the numbers, Jungkook types it in with his shaky fingers. As soon as the door unlocks, Jungkooks drops the phone, ignoring the soft “Hello? Hello?”s coming from the speaker. He quickly steps inside and lets the door shut behind him.

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“Hyungie?” Jungkook’s voice breaks through the silence of Namjoon’s home studio.

Namjoon, oblivious to the scene that just took place outside of his studio, turns to face his dongsaeng but is entirely unprepared for what is waiting for him. Standing in front of him is Jungkook, but this Jungkook is different than before. His pupils are blown wide, his cheeks are flushed red and there is an unmistakable apple scent coming from the previously scentless boy. Namjoon quickly scans JK from head to toe and notices that his scent gland on his neck is bright red and inflamed.

Before Namjoon can make any more observations, Jungkook walks straight at him and plops himself right on his lap, nose buried in his neck by his scent gland. The maknae starts deeply inhaling his hyung’s scent and nuzzling closer, almost as if he was trying to merge with his hyung.

“Hey there Jungkookie,” Namjoon starts, getting a good whiff of Jungkook for the first time. His fresh apple scent is delicious and makes Namjoon’s mouth water. “What are you doing?”

“Need alpha.” Jungkook says into Namjoon’s neck, finally content in the arms of his hyung and role model. In that moment, he believed he had never felt more at home than he did at that very moment, never wanting to leave.

Namjoon, on the other hand, was deeply unsettled. None of the members referred to each other by subgender, especially not Jungkook. The poor child was so shy around the other members at first that he barely spoke, let alone addressing them by anything other than their names. By the time he came out of his shell, the group dynamic had already been established enough that speaking of each other's subgenders was unnecessary. Realization was starting to hit Namjoon like a truck.

The inflamed scent gland, the new scent, the subgender speak, the earlier fever and cramping plus, making things more treacherous for the alpha, sticky slick now dripping onto his thigh.

Jungkook was presenting as an omega.

Using all his self-restraint, Namjoon peels Jungkook away from his scent gland so he could look into his eyes. “Um, Jungkookie, sweet boy, how are you feeling?”

Jungkook’s eyes start to tear up and he attempts to dive back into the crook of Namjoon’s neck but upon meeting resistance glances up at the leader. “Wanna be with you alpha. Wanna smell you. Makes me feel better.”

Namjoon lets the boy back into his neck and thinks of the most tactful way to approach the situation. “My sweet boy, I think we need to talk to the other members about your presentation.” He says softly while stroking JK’s hair.

This catches Kook off guard, making him look up at Namjoon. “Presentation? What presentation?” Jungkook asks, confusion apparent on his face.

“You don’t know?” Namjoon asks. “But what did you-” Namjoon’s question is cut off by Jimin walking into the room, having come looking for Jungkook after he had dropped his phone. Jimin’s eyes widen as he sees the maknae straddling his hyung’s lap but before Namjoon can try to explain, Jungkook whips around.

The omega undertones in Jimin’s vanilla scent only smell threatening to Jungkook and he turns quickly towards Jimin. If it weren’t for Namjoon’s arms already wrapped around him, he would’ve launched himself at Jimin and made good on his earlier promise to tear him apart. Jungkook continues to struggle against Namjoon’s hold and Jimin slowly backs away.

“Wake everyone else up and meet us in the living room in 10 minutes. We have something important to talk about!” Namjoon shouts to Jimin, who gives a quick nod and takes off.

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All of the members, minus Namjoon and Jungkook, were sitting in the living room in the middle of the night, half asleep. They were all woken up by a frantic Jimin, mumbling something about Jungkook attacking him but, that doesn’t make sense. Their sweet baby Jungkook may like to play-fight, and sure he took boxing lessons but there is no way he would try to attack anyone, especially his beloved Jimin hyung.

The boys chatted amongst each other, with Jimin remaining mostly quiet as he reels from what happened, until they see Namjoon approaching with a bundle of blankets that smells like sweet apples. The room falls silent except for a low whining coming from the blankets, which Namjoon softly soothes until he sits down, noticeably keeping his distance from Jimin.

“So, Namjoon, what was so urgent that you had to wake us up at… 4 o’ clock in the morning to discuss?” Yoongi asks, obviously upset.

“Jimin said Jungkook attacked him!” Tae shouts from beside his soulmate, causing Jin to shrink back into the couch and the bundle in Namjoon’s lap to hiss. The new displeased sound gains the attention of the members who share curious looks amongst themselves.

“What is that?” Hoseok asks and reaches for the bundle. Namjoon quickly but carefully pulls the bundle closer to himself and everyone hears a sigh of relief come from the blankets.

“This,” Namjoon addresses the room, “is Jungkook.” Namjoon pulls back some of the blankets and Jungkook’s flushed face appears to the room. Jungkook’s eyes slowly scan the room but turn angry when he sees Jimin. When Jungkook starts growling at Jimin, Namjoon pulls the blankets back up and pulls Jungkook closer to his chest.

“What happened to him?” asks Jin. His natural instinct is to try to go and help Jungkook but based on the situation at hand he holds himself back.

“Well,” Jimin starts, “I heard Jungkook sobbing in the hallway, so I called him. When he answered, he was frantic and trying to get into Namjoon’s studio. I was worried because he knows the passcode, he’s known it for years, but he was insisting he couldn’t get in. And then, when I did give him the passcode, the idiot dropped his phone.”

Just as Jimin goes to continue complaining about Jungkook, Namjoon interjects. “Jungkook has presented as an omega.” Not the best way he could have gone about it, he realizes, but as everyone turns to him, he notes it was effective.

“He what?” Yoongi asks slowly, trying to take in this new information.

“An omega?!” Hoseok exclaims, a little too loudly for the current tense situation.

“Wait,” Jimin chimes in, “isn’t he a little old to be presenting.”

“24 is a very late presentation, but not impossible.” Namjoon answers. “But, we have more pressing matters. He has already begun to slick which means he only has a couple hours, if that, before his heat hits, and we need to prepare. Jin hyung, can you please call the company and let them know we will need the next several days’ schedules cleared. Yoongi hyung, please go to the convenience store and buy as much bottled water and painkillers as possible. Taehyungie, please go with Yoongi hyung and pick out snacks and quick meals. Hoseok and Jimin, please prepare his bed. Get lots of blankets, towels and everyone’s clothes and build a nest if you can. I don’t think Jungkook will let me leave, plus I need to monitor him for the time being. Does everyone know what they need to do?” Namjoon asks.

Everyone confirms that they have a job and are ready to do it. At this point, Jungkook has fallen back asleep on Namjoon’s lap and the leader leans back and waits for Jungkook’s heat to come.

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Fire.

Jungkook’s body felt like it was on fire. He woke up deliriously hot and sweating like crazy. Not helping matters was the fact that Jungkook was still wrapped in blankets and encircled by Namjoon’s arms. He starts to thrash around, trying to escape the blankets, when Namjoon pushes the blanket hood off his face and looks down at the new omega.

“Hey there bud, how are you doing?” Namjoon asks, noting the new strong scent of heat emanating from Jungkook. His own alpha senses heighten and his scent grows in response to the scent of an omega in heat so near him.

“Hot. So hot. Alpha help please!” Jungkook cries, spurred on by Namjoon’s scent. His instincts are screaming at him to get closer to the alpha, get into his neck and claim him. Jungkook eyes Namjoon’s scent gland, thinking of a way to break free to sink his teeth into it, when Namjoon notices. Namjoon quickly flips Jungkook around so that he is facing away from him, protecting himself and Jungkook’s pride.

“No baby boy. You’re not allowed to bite me. I don’t even want to see you try.” Namjoon scolds the boy in his lap. Jungkook lets out a pained whine at both the admonishment and the new distance between himself and the alpha’s scent gland. As the scent came weaker to his nose, his abdomen began to cramp again. With another pained whine, Jungkook curled in oneself, trying to soothe his cramps. Tears start to well up in his eyes and he struggles to turn back around to soothe the pain.

“Alpha! It hurts. Alpha please. Just wanna smell you.” Jungkook chokes out, tears rolling down his face. He continues to wiggle his way back to face Namjoon, burying his face into his chest and inhaling deeply. His cramps start to subside, but do not completely disappear.

Namjoon looks down at the cowering boy, feeling sympathy for him but keeping his guard up. “Okay sweet boy, let’s go to your room.” Namjoon starts. “Then hyung will give you all the cuddles you want.” Jungkook doesn’t say a word but does wrap himself around his hyung, making it easier for Namjoon to lift him up.

Namjoon lets out a chuckle and lifts the maknae, who keeps his face buried in Namjoon’s chest. “Mmm… boobies.” Jungkook whispers, likely to himself. Namjoon hears this and bursts into loud laughter, startling the younger, who hadn’t realized he was thinking out loud. Namjoon rubs his back to soothe him and, before he can even start walking towards the maknae’s bedroom, Jungkook is purring into his chest. As they walk, Namjoon whispers sweet nothings to Jungkook, trying to keep the younger content and happy for as long as possible.

Upon setting the boy down on his bed, inside the nest that Jimin had built for him, Namjoon takes out his phone and texts the older omega, asking him to bring in any toys he may have that could soothe the youngest’s first heat. “Sweet boy, your Jimin hyung will come here in just a minute.” He tries to explain to Jungkook. “He isn’t trying to take me; he just wants to make your heat better.”

“Heat? Hot. I’m so hot, hyungie.” Jungkook cries, the rest of the sentence completely going over his head. Namjoon wants to correct him, but the boy is already so out of it that he doubts he will understand any better any time soon. Instead, Namjoon turns his body to face the door, making Jungkook turn his back on the entrance to the room.

Within a minute, Jimin is at the door, knocking loudly to announce his presence before entering. Jungkook, already agitated by Jimin’s scent through the door, becomes almost feral as his hyung opens the door. He tries to wrestle his way out of Namjoon’s arms to protect his alpha, keeping him from being removed. Namjoon almost loses his hold of JK, whose own strength has been enhanced by the heat racing through his veins, and quickly gives the younger’s scent gland a strong nip, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to calm him. With the momentary distraction, Jimin places a bag of various sex toys on the ground before quickly closing the door and retreating down the hallway.

Namjoon sets Jungkook down. Luckily the omega is still settled from the bite and goes down easily. Namjoon walks over and collects the bag of toys, shifting through it to see dildoes, vibrators, and fleshlights, all freshly washed and squeaky clean. He walks over and places the items on Jungkook’s nightstand. Namjoon once again sits down with Jungkook, who cuddles up to his side, and texts Yoongi to bring in the water, painkillers and snacks that he and Tae had previously picked up. Yoongi, ever attuned to the maknae’s needs, appears at the door within a minute and enters without knocking. He hands Namjoon the supplies and pats Jungkook’s head before he also leaves the room.

Namjoon opens up the painkillers and pours out two to give to Jungkook and opens a water bottle. “Here love, take these.” He hands the tablets to Jungkook who quickly takes the water to swallow the pills and then continues to chug the bottle, hoping it will quell the heat inside his body. As Jungkook leans back, thirst quenched for now, Namjoon tries to figure out the best way to vacate the room. Hybe has a strict policy on separating alphas and omegas during their mating cycles as a way of mitigating risks. Though it pains Namjoon to even think of leaving the omega by himself during his first heat, he would need to meet with the company to get permission before attempting to stay with him.

Namjoon decides the best way to leave would simply be to slip out while the younger man is distracted. He leans down and nuzzles his way into Jungkook’s neck, thoroughly scenting him, going as far as to lick his scent gland. Jungkook absolutely melts under the attention, laying back and closing his eyes. A quiet purr leaves his chest and Namjoon’s heart breaks as he quickly backs away and leaves. He goes to the kitchen and gets the extra room keys before going back to Jungkook’s door and locking it. He hears Jungkook start to quietly whine through the door and leaves before he can change his mind. He quickly dials the manager’s number and schedules an emergency meeting, to take place in an hour at the company.

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Namjoon is absolutely exhausted sitting in the waiting room at HYBE headquarters, the meeting not starting for another 15 minutes. Namjoon didn’t get any sleep last night and even if he did, 6 am is very early for a meeting. Yoongi, who came with him for support and to help verify the story, hands Namjoon a coffee that he got from the company kitchen. “Thanks.” Namjoon mumbles, taking a swig of the still hot coffee.

“Hey, how are you doing Namjoonie?” Yoongi asks, noticing the rough shape the younger is in.

“I’m okay hyung.” Namjoon replies, putting on a brave face. “I am just really worried about Kook. How did he just not present all this time? And why now? The busy schedule and the rehearsal and the comeback and -” he cuts himself off with a deep sigh.

“Namjoon.” Yoongi says firmly. “This is not Jungkook’s fault. He is the kindest and most thoughtful person I know; he always has been and he would have avoided this at all costs if he could’ve. He is going to be angry at himself when this is over as is, if he knew you were thinking these things, he may never forgive himself.”

Namjoon’s stomach drops while Yoongi lectures him. He didn’t mean to blame Jungkook. Of course this wasn’t his fault, just like it wasn’t Namjoon’s fault he presented in the middle of a school exam 10 years ago. Presentation just happens and it wasn’t Jungkook’s fault his came this late in life. Namjoon doesn’t plan on defending his actions and wouldn’t have had the time to anyway as an assistant comes into the room and beckons them into the meeting room.

Namjoon knew this would be an important meeting that would require the presence of high-level executives but he is surprised to enter the room and see the CEO, Park Jiwon, at the head of the table. Yoongi’s scent sours slightly behind him, signaling the older’s surprise as well. They take a seat at the close end of the table and wait for anyone else to start the conversation.

“So, Namjoon-ssi,” Mr. Park starts. “I was told that you called an emergency meeting on behalf of your team. May I ask why?” All eyes turn towards Namjoon, expectantly looking at his worried face. His nerves are written all over, his body language and scent giving away the stress he is feeling.

“Well, uh, Sir…” Namjoon’s throat is bone dry. He licks his lips and attempts to continue his sentence but only a soft choked sound comes out. He quickly closes his mouth and looks at Yoongi pleadingly.

“Our member Jungkook has just presented as an omega and is currently experiencing his first heat all alone.” Yoongi says, an edge of anger heard at the end of his sentence. The entire room erupts in gasps, the news incredibly shocking. Whispers can be heard around the room, “Jungkook? An omega?” “But he’s a beta!” “He’s 24 years old, that’s way too late to present.”

Mr. Park interrupts and the room quiets immediately. “Well, that is certainly unexpected. We will need to push back the comeback and get him heat suppressants before the heat starts.” Namjoon’s eyebrows raise. “Hopefully we will be able to bring all the members in and discuss soon.”

“Mr. Park!” Namjoon interjects. “Jungkook is already in heat, there is no suppressing it now.” He swallows thickly and speaks what has been clawing at the back of his mind for some time now. “In fact, I wanted permission for the members and myself to help him with his first heat.”

Again, gasps fill the room. It is almost unheard of for group members to help each other through their heats or ruts. If assistance was required, companies would likely call in professional heat assistants who could subtly help their idols. Many executives are exclaiming angrily, already upset at just the notion of the members entangling with each other.

“Namjoon-sshi,” Mr. Park starts. “This is an unbelievable request. There is no way I can allow this. If anything goes wrong or if anyone was to find out, it could damage BTS’s reputation.”

“Reputation!” Namjoon shouts, completely losing himself. “Jungkook is locked in his room, suffering, and you are worried about what people will think? I couldn’t care less about what they think, they don’t know what's happening and they certainly don’t know how much it is fucking killing me to not be there with him right now.” Namjoon gets up and storms out, Yoongi quickly saying goodbye and following him out.

“I need to get back to him, Yoongi hyung.” Namjoon starts to cry, fat tears falling in heavy streaks down his face. “I need to help him.”

Yoongi quickly flags down their driver and ushers Namjoon inside. “I know, Namjoonie. You’ll get back to him soon and you can help him.”

“But won’t you try to stop me.” Namjoon shudders with his cries. “It’s against policy for me to help him and I don’t want everyone to get punished because of me.”

“No, Namjoonie, it’s okay.” Yoongi comforts. “He needs you now. He wants his Namjoonie hyung to help him, no one will be able to help him now but you.” Yoongi holds Namjoon’s tall body for the rest of the ride home, only letting go as they have to exit the car.

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The scent of rotten apples is so thick in the air of the apartment that Namjoon can almost taste it as he enters. He and Yoongi remove their shoes and are in the process of putting on their slippers as the others come running into the entryway.

“He has been crying the entire 2 hours you both have been gone. His heat is so strong and unbroken that I doubt he has even tried the toys at all.” Jin explains as soon as he sees the leader.

“Did the company decide if they were going to send a heat assistant or not?” Jimin asks, remembering his first heat and being lucky in that he had a partner for it.

Tae does not speak but his face is puffy and red, a telltale sign that he has been crying hard and for a long time. His eyes look tired and Namjoon knows that he also has not gotten a wink of sleep throughout the entire night. Hoseok is in a similar state, but the still wet hair and soap scent lets the others know he is at least trying to take care of himself.

“They aren’t going to send anyone. Actually-” Namjoon starts before he is cut off by a very angry Jimin.

“Not sending anyone! Do they know the damage this could cause Jungkook, both emotionally and physically? Going through a heat alone and without knowing how to satiate yourself is absolute torture, they can’t let him suffer. I swear-” Namjoon cuts him off.

“He isn’t going to suffer by himself.” Everyone looks at Namjoon quizzically. “I am going to help him.” The members look at him shocked. Before they can question him, Namjoon continues “I know it’s against policy; I know it could end poorly; I know that this could harm the group, so if anyone has any objections, please let me know now.” Namjoon allows the others time to speak, but they go quiet, some with looks of skepticism, others with confidence. “No objections? Then I have an omega to help.”

Namjoon takes off through the living area, past the kitchen and down the hall towards Jungkook’s room. As he gets closer, the rotten apple scent merges with a scent that can only be described as heat. He stops outside Jungkook’s room and picks up the keys resting on the table beside him in the hallway. He takes a deep breath, steps forward and unlocks the door.

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Namjoon sets the keys back on the table and kicks off his slippers before attempting to open the door. The door, however, only opens a couple inches before Namjoon meets resistance. He attempts to push the door harder to pass whatever was blocking it but stops as a pained whine comes from where he is pushing. Namjoon realizes that Jungkook must be just on the other side of the door, probably having dragged himself to the door to try to leave, only to find it locked. Namjoon is instantly saddened by the thought but pushes his sour feelings aside, focusing on helping Jungkook again.

“Jungkook-ah, baby,” Namjoon says softly but clearly, “I need you to move. Hyung is trying to open the door.” A slew of unintelligible noises comes from behind the door and Namjoon realizes Jungkook is much more out of it than he realized or predicted. This has now become a much harder issue to navigate, but Namjoon knows that if he doesn’t get into the room soon Jungkook could suffer major damage to his mind and body.

Namjoon knows unless he can bring Jungkook back to his senses. Running out of options, Namjoon strips off his shirt and pushes it through the slim opening in the door. He hears a muffled “humph” and laughs as he realizes the shirt must have fallen directly on Jungkook’s face. He hears some panting and deep inhales before there is movement on the other side of the door.

“Hyungie?” Namjoon hears from the other side of the door, causing him to breathe out a sigh of relief. The scent off of his shirt was just enough to bring Jungkook back to some coherence but it is just enough for what Namjoon needs.

“Jungkook-ah? Baby boy can you hear me?” Namjoon asks through the door.

“Alpha came! Need alpha.” Jungkook cries through the door, relief and need evident in his voice. Namjoon’s shoulders sag in relief; Jungkook may still be in a daze but he can move and speak.

“Omega,” Namjoon addresses Jungkook by his subgender for the first time, “I need you to move away from the door so Alpha can come in and help you.” Namjoon’s voice is commanding, something he usually reserves for serious meetings or in times of danger. Namjoon hears a whimper from the other side of the door but the pressure on the door lessens as Jungkook takes a step back. Namjoon breathes in deeply before pushing the door open and stepping inside.

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Namjoon has barely closed the door behind him when the entirety of Jungkook’s weight is on him, making him stumble back into the door. Namjoon instinctively wraps his arms around Jungkook and hoists him up, holding him up under his sticky thighs while the younger wraps his arms and legs around the older. Jungkook’s face is buried in Namjoon’s neck but Namjoon walks to the mirror in order to observe the rest of the omega in his arms. In the reflection of the mirror Namjoon sees the omega is dripping sweat and his pants and thighs are additionally drenched in sweet-smelling slick. Jungkook is still fully dressed, seemingly dazed to the point that he was unable to rid himself of them.

“Baby, I’m going to take you over to the bed and put you down.” Namjoon starts to explain as he moves slowly, trying not to disturb the omega too much. Jungkook makes a displeased yowl at the very idea of being put down but does go with little fight when Namjoon places him down on the bed. Where Namjoon expected Jungkook to fight and cling to him, Jungkook shrinks in on himself and starts to cry. “No no no. Sweet boy, why are you crying?” Namjoon asks frantically, startled by the deluge of tears.

“Alpha leaving again!” Jungkook sobs out, choking as the words come out of his mouth. He is crying messily, with large tears and snot flowing down his face; Namjoon realizes just how much his earlier trick of leaving the omega without telling him betrayed the younger’s trust. Namjoon feels tears on his cheek before he even realizes he’s crying and pulls Jungkook back into his chest.

“I will never leave you.” Namjoon says, barely concealing his anger towards himself. “I am never leaving your side again.” Namjoon leans down and presses kisses to the top of Jungkook’s head and rubs the omegas back soothingly. Jungkook continues to cry for several more minutes before eventually going quiet. Namjoon is savoring the moment, not knowing when the next time he will be able to hold Jungkook like this, when he feels slick leak onto his legs where Jungkook was sitting. Reminded of what he came to do, Namjoon pulls Jungkook down more firmly to straddle his thigh.

Jungkook’s breath hitches as his already raging erection makes contact with Namjoon’s thigh, firm muscles meeting his hard dick. His hips buck forward, grinding into Namjoon’s thigh, and a sweet keening noise is pulled from his throat. Namjoon rests his hands on the omega’s hips and helps the younger roll his hips, selfishly wanting to pull more of the beautiful noises from the other. Namjoon himself starts to grow hard in his pants, both from the heat pheromones coming from Jungkook and the delicious sight before him. Namjoon’s patience begins to run out and he decides now is the time to help Jungkook.

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“Lift your arms.” Namjoon commands Jungkook, wanting the younger naked before him. Jungkook’s arms lift into the air, allowing Namjoon to pull his shirt over his head, and his chest comes into view. Namjoon lets out a low growl seeing Jungkook shirtless, even if he’s seen the sight many times before; the fact that Jungkook’s body would be under him soon made everything more erotic. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed bright red and his eyes cast downward, a picture of perfect submission. Namjoon bends over and pulls on the waistband of Jungkook’s shorts, asking the omega to let him take them off. Jungkook quickly understands what the alpha wants and lays back on the bed, lifting his hips so Namjoon can pull his shorts and briefs down his legs.

When Namjoon slides Jungkook’s bottoms off him, he stands up and is met with perhaps the most breathtaking sight he’s ever seen. Jungkook’s normally large frame looks smaller and daintier with his body stretched out on his mattress, his waist especially small from this angle. His face, neck and upper chest are all dusted red with the omega’s embarrassment, emphasizing his tender nature. Jungkook’s legs looked long and inviting, but also muscular and secure. Namjoon’s eyes travel up to Jungkook’s face and his big eyes are half-lidded and have a faraway gaze. After taking in Jungkook’s body as a whole, Namjoon looks at Jungkook’s cock. Small and pink, it seemed fitting for Jungkook. His hole was also visible, leaking slick but looking untouched. Namjoon’s arousal grew with each second he looked at Jungkook.

Namjoon leans down and starts placing kisses along JK’s neck and chest. “Kookie, my sweet boy,” Namjoon coos. “You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. How did I get so lucky to be the one to help you?” Jungkook moans at the praise and arches up into Namjoons body. Namjoon continues his kisses down towards Jungkook’s nipples, finally landing an open-mouthed kiss on his right nipple. A small mewl escapes from Jungkook’s lips and precum leaks out of his cock.

“Oh, what a sensitive boy I have here.” Namjoon mutters, just loud enough that Jungkook hears. Namjoon closes his mouth around Jungkook’s right nipple, slightly sucking and giving a soft nibble ocassionally. Jungkook’s hands fly to Namjoon’s hair, one pulling his hair and the other holding his head in place. Namjoon’s bites become sharper as Jungkook’s noises get higher and needier; his ultimate goal was to have the boy come from just having his nipples stimulated. When he feels Jungkook’s cock pulsing against his stomach, he brings his other hand up to play with the other nipple. With one pinch to his left nipple, Jungkook is coming, his cock twitching between the two men as he releases.

While Jungkook comes down from his high, Namjoon kisses his way back up to Jungkook’s neck. With the omega momentarily satiated, he thoroughly scents the younger. He noses at the scent gland, then licks it, eventually sucking on the scent gland as well as the rest of his neck. By the time Jungkook comes down from his orgasm, almost his entire neck is covered in large dark hickeys. Namjoon loves the fact that he was able to mark Jungkook as his, though he tries to deny his own possessiveness to himself.

Jungkook opens his eyes and meets Namjoon’s, the older bringing his face up to look directly at the omega. “Hyungie, can you do that again?” Jungkook asks, arousal once again burning in the pit of his abdomen.

Namjoon chuckles slightly, looking at Jungkook’s red and puffy nipples. “Maybe later, bun.” The pet name rolls off his tongue and the effect is instantly apparent on Jungkook’s face. The younger bites his bottom lip, bunny teeth sticking out. He also goes red and avoids Namjoon’s eyes. Namjoon is confused for a second before he asks, “You like it when I call you bun?” Jungkook’s face becomes even more heated and he gives a small nod. Namjoon finds Jungkook’s embarrassment about his interest in the pet name arousing and leans closer to the boy. “You want me to call you what you are? You just want me to tell you what a horny little bunny you are?”

Jungkook surges up, catching Namjoon’s lips in a searing kiss. Though the leader is surprised at first, he quickly kisses the younger back, matching his passion and enthusiasm. Namjoon doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything as delicious as Jungkook’s mouth; the younger tasted of caramel apples, reminding Namjoon of the sweet dessert he had tried only a few times before, but also was so uniquely Jungkook that Namjoon couldn’t put it into words. Jungkook only broke away from the kiss when his lungs ran out of air, panting for breath against Namjoon’s lips. Though not the most romantic kiss he’s ever shared, Namjoon couldn’t picture a more perfect first kiss with Jungkook.

Namjoon untangles himself from Jungkook’s body, sliding down until he is level with Jungkook’s growing erection. The younger’s cock is small, even smaller in comparison to Namjoon’s throbbing erection. “Cute.” Namjoon thinks before he bends down and blows hot air against the underside of Jungkook’s cock, causing the younger’s hips to buck up. Namjoon holds the younger’s hips down and closes his lips around Jungkook’s erection, Jungkook releasing a dry sob at the warm wet pleasure around his sensitive cock. The length only fills Namjoon’s mouth, not reaching his throat, but the older enjoys sucking Jungkook off immensely. The warm weight on his tongue is comforting and he is able to suckle the erection in a way that is soothing. Jungkook writhes in the sheets, the pleasure overwhelming in his foggy brain. Before he can even process it, an orgasm is tearing itself from his body and tears flood his eyes. Namjoon sucks him through it, only stopping when JK’s body starts twitching from overstimulation.

Namjoon leans over and kisses Jungkook’s hip before rolling onto his side next to the younger, only skimming his fingers over the omega’s belly. A fleeting thought of JK’s belly flooded with his cum causes Namjoon’s neglected cock to twitch. Namjoon gets lost in thoughts of Jungkook in various stages of pregnancy, even though it's impossible with the birth control the company mandates for all idols, before being ripped out of them by Jungkook once again ready to go and grinding on his hip. Jungkook looks tired but not yet satiated, something Namjoon wants to change.

Namjoon rolls over on top of Jungkook, bringing his fingers down to the omega’s entrance and is greeted by sticky slick oozing out of his rim. Namjoon covers his fingers in the slick and slowly presses into Jungkook. “Breathe for me sweetheart, this may be uncomfortable but you were meant to take it.” Namjoon says through clenched teeth. Jungkook’s insides are warm and wet, soft around his finger. Once he feels Jungkook has loosened up around his finger, he pulls it out and presses in two fingers in its place.

“Open up for me love.” Namjoon coos into Jungkook’s ear, trying to relax the boy beneath him. He peppers kisses around Jungkook’s face, using his other hand to cradle his cheek. Jungkook lets out shrill squeaks as he is stretched, Namjoon’s finger sliding against his prostate and working the younger man up with every stroke. Jungkook, with the help of the pleasure following through his veins, relaxes quickly and Namjoon is able to add a third, then a fourth finger. It only takes about 5 more minutes before Jungkook is open and wet enough for Namjoon’s knot.

“Hey,” Namjoon tries to get Jungkook’s attention. “Can you open your eyes for me baby?” Jungkook’s eyes open blearily, staring straight up at Namjoon. “Can I fuck you, sweet boy?” Namjoon asks as soon as he knows Jungkook can see and hear him.

“Yes. Want Joonie-hyung to fuck me. Want him to fill me up.” Jungkook says, the most coherent sentence he has said in the last several hours. Jungkook arches his neck up and connects his lips to Namjoon’s, starting a slow and heated kiss.

Namjoon reaches down and lines himself up with Jungkook’s entrance, pushing in slowly and steadily. As he sinks all the way inside the younger boy, Jungkook sighs into his mouth. JK is feeling full for the first time since his heat started all those hours ago. The omega, finally getting what he wants, is impatient; he pushes his hips back and forth, fucking himself on Namjoon’s dick. The unexpected pleasure is almost enough to push Namjoon over the edge, having been neglected for so long. He leans down and nips at Jungkook’s scent gland, causing a spark of pain to rush through the boy under his body.

“Be patient, bun.” Namjoon scolds, Jungkook going limp under him. “Only good boys get fucked.” Namjoon slowly starts to thrust into Jungkook’s body, pacing himself. He doubts the boy will be satisfied with just one more orgasm, so he has to make Jungkook come twice before he knots him. He aims for Jungkook’s prostate and takes a hold of his cock. “Will you be a good boy for me, Jungkookie?”

“Yes hyungie.” Jungkook shouts. “Wanna be hyungie’s good boy.” Jungkook starts to shake as another orgasm approaches. His brain, which was already foggy, seems to float away and all he can feel is Namjoon; his hand on his cock, his steady thrusts into his prostate and his lips dancing across his neck.

“Come for me sweet boy.” Namjoon says into Jungkook’s ear and the maknae explodes, almost as if he was actively waiting for permission. Jungkook’s cum spills over Namjoon’s hand, also dirtying his stomach. “Aw, did my bunny make a mess of himself?” Namjoon teases, hoping to keep Jungkook aroused. “It looks like he needs to be cleaned up.” With that, Namjoon sticks his soiled fingers into his mouth, sucking the cum off of them. Without swallowing, he leans over and presses his mouth onto Jungkook’s, forcing his lips open and moving the cum from Namjoon’s own tongue onto Jungkook’s tongue. Jungkook whines at the taste of himself and swallows his own seed.

Namjoon starts thrusting again, having stopped when Jungkook came. Instead of the slow steady thrusts that he had been doing previously, his hips move fast and hard, slamming into Jungkook’s ass as his knot grows more and more swollen. Jungkook wails loudly enough that anyone on this side of the dorm would’ve definitely heard. Namjoon reaches down and starts stroking Jungkook’s cock again, getting the younger one hard and leaking quickly. “Who's good boy are you? Tell me.” Namjoon growls into Jungkook’s ear.

“I’m hyungie’s. I’m his good boy.” Jungkook says. His next orgasm is already boiling under the surface of his skin and the loud noises leaving his mouth make it obvious.

“That’s right, you’re mine.” Namjoon growls before biting into Jungkook’s neck, avoiding his scent gland but still leaving indents of his teeth on the younger boy. The pleasure-pain of the bite sends Jungkook over the edge, this orgasm being his most intense yet. His insides contract around Namjoon, sending the alpha into overdrive. Namjoon pounds into Jungkook one, two, three more times before his swollen knot catches at the rim. Namjoon shoves his knot inside and cums into the omega. Namjoon almost howls as he comes, his alpha satisfied as he spills cum inside Jungkook nonstop, the maknae’s stomach starting to bulge with the sheer amount of cum being pumped into him.

Namjoon rolls over and pulls Jungkook onto his chest, an action made harder by the fact the omega had fallen unconscious when Namjoon’s knot expanded inside him. As his orgasm fades, Namjoon pales, horrified at his possessive actions towards Jungkook. He had made Jungkook say he belonged to him and then bitten him without permission. His shame actually quells his arousal, making his knot deflate quickly. He rolls Jungkook onto his back and gets out of bed.

Namjoon walks into Jungkook’s ensuite and wets a towel before walking back over to the sleeping omega, cleaning him up as carefully as possible. After spotting the still full water bottles on the omega’s bed, he replaces them with new bottles right out of the fridge and leaves snacks next to the omega. He leans down and presses a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead before turning to leave. Namjoon needs to tell the members about what happened, even if he is hesitant to leave JK alone. He figures that since he isn’t going to lock the door and he will be inside the dorm, Jungkook can still find him if he needs him. With this justification, Namjoon takes a deep breath, squares his shoulder and pulls on a pair of Jungkook’s sweatpants before opening the door and making his way towards his bandmates.

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The sound of the door closing alerted the 5 men in the living room that someone was coming their way. The members had congregated in the main room when Namjoon went into Jungkook’s room, anxiously waiting for the past hour. They had mostly sat in silence, though they did try to turn on the tv briefly to drown out the sounds as Namjoon and Jungkook got louder but that only made it more awkward. With the tv now off after the apartment went quiet again, they hear the pitter-pat of someone’s slippers making their way slowly down the hallway.

When Namjoon walks in, his cheeks red and eyes downcast, Yoongi can’t help but laugh, finding the leader reminiscent of a guilty puppy. Namjoon shoots him a sharp look from where he is standing and Yoongi quiets down.“I’m sorry Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi apologizes, half-sincerely. “But you walking here with your metaphorical tail between your legs is a far cry from your usual confidence. It was kind of startling.” Hoseok nods as well, reaching out and placing his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. Once the initial awkwardness fades, Namjoon walks closer and sits on the couch, next to Jimin and Jin.

“Oh my god!” Jimin suddenly exclaims, his eyes raking over Namjoon’s body. “It looks like you got attacked by a lion.” Jimin presses on the hickeys littered around Namjoon’s neck and shoulders causing the older man to flinch. “Stand up and turn around. Show them what Jungkookie did to you.” Namjoon complies, standing and showing the other members the long plane of his back. Scratches and nail marks litter his back, making it look as if his back was striped. There are also two small bruises on the small of his back where Jungkook’s heel had been resting as he fucked into him.

“You should see Jungkook.” Namjoon chuckles before quickly shutting his mouth. His face and neck heat up out of shame and embarrassment and he slowly looks up at the other guys in the room. Most of the members give him confused and shocked looks, only Yoongi smiling and giving a quiet laugh.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung starts. “What did you mean by that?” Taehyung’s alpha has started to feel protective of their young omega and the mere suggestion that Namjoon may have hurt him puts him on edge. Jimin, though less vocal, is also unsettled by Namjoon’s remark, worrying for his junior omega. They eye Namjoon wearily, who responds by scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh, nevermind.” Namjoon says quickly, once again feeling guilty about the bite he delivered to Jungkook’s neck in the heat of the moment. “I think I’m going to make myself something to eat before we talk.” Namjoon turns to head to the kitchen and leave the growing tension of the room but is shortly stopped by Jin’s hand on his shoulder.

“You,” he grips Namjoon’s shoulder tightly, “are going to sit back down. I am going to cook something for you.” Jin continues on into the kitchen, proud of himself for dodging another kitchen disaster.

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Jungkook slowly awakens, his heat starting to grow again. He opens his eyes but instead of seeing Namjoon with him, he is once again alone in his bed. He sits up suddenly, his eyes scanning the room quickly. When he sees Namjoon’s shirt still sitting on the floor, he picks it up and inhales its scent deeply, calming down again. As his panic subsides, he feels the need to pee and makes his way to the bathroom.

After finishing his business, Jungkook goes over to wash his hands. As he is washing his hands, he looks up into the mirror and for the first time sees himself. His face is puffy and his eyes are red, an obvious sign that he has cried heavily in the last several hours. Looking down at his neck, he sees his skin absolutely covered in hickeys, skin barely poking through. A large red bite mark also mars the surface, looking deep. Though he thinks maybe the fact that he allowed himself to be bitten should frighten him, Jungkook feels content and happy.

Jungkook ventures back out to his bedroom, pulling a blanket out of his nest and wrapping it around his body. He turns to face the door and is shocked to find it open. When he was first left alone in the throes of his heat, he tried to escape his room but found it locked. He was so hurt that his hyungs would leave him alone to suffer that he slumped against the door and cried for over an hour. Now that the door is open, Jungkook walks towards it, wanting to find his alpha as the heat in his stomach continues to grow. As Jungkook approaches the living room, he hears the sound of the television playing something and smells the calm scents of everyone inside.

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Once Namjoon finishes eating, Jin clears his plate before returning to the couch. “Namjoon, it’s time for you to tell us what happened in there.” Jin’s eyes are soft as he looks at Namjoon, trying to be as encouraging as possible. Now that the tension surrounding the topic of Namjoon soothing Jungkook’s heat is broken, everyone gathers around closely, intrigued about the details.

“Well…” Namjoon starts, trying to organize his thoughts. “When I first tried to open his door, he was lying almost unresponsive on the other side. I had to give him my shirt in order to get him to move.” Jimin nods, remembering just how affected he was by his first heat. “I don’t want to go into particularly graphic detail in order to save Jungkook’s dignity, but I will say that I think he will be alright for a while.”

Hoseok whistles, hoping to break the tension in the room. “Sounds like Namjoon fucked the shit out of our sweet Jungkookie.” Yoongi and Jin start laughing while Taehyung and Jimin look surprised by the words that came out of Namjoon's mouth. Namjoon himself lets out a strangled sound at Hobi’s joke and hides his face in his hands.

“Look!” Yoongi points at Namjoon. “He’s so red, it must be true.” At this point, seeing Namjoon’s earnest response, Tae and Jimin settle and start to laugh along with the others.

As the others laugh at him, Namjoon realizes that he had nothing to worry about. The members are like his family, they would never punish him for doing the right thing. Hell, Yoongi even stood up for him back at the company. How could he ever think that they would hate him? Namjoon sits up and smiles. “How about we watch a movie or something, wait for Jungkook to wake up together?” The others agree quickly, Tae and Jimin snuggling up together while Yoongi and Hoseok make their way over to sit next to Namjoon. Jin picks up the remote and turns on a movie that no one pays attention to as they all fall asleep quickly.

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The strong scent of several alphas causes slick to start to trickle out of Jungkook’s hole and down his legs. Though he is surrounded by the calmness of the other six members, the heat in his body continues to grow and he becomes more desperate to find his alpha again. He continues down the hallway and his steps quicken, dropping his blanket along the way as he starts to feel overheated again. When he’s standing in the doorway of the living room, he finds the other members all sleeping huddled together. His eyes land on Namjoon and he makes his way across the room towards him.

Namjoon is woken up by sudden inescapable heat. His eyes fly open and he finds Jungkook has splayed himself across his body and is nuzzling into his neck again. “Hi bun.” Namjoon says, voice gruff from sleep. “How are you feeling?” Namjoon tries to keep his voice down, not wanting to wake the other members up. Jungkook leans back to look at Namjoon and that is when he realizes that the maknae is still very naked. His eyes bulge as he takes in JK, from his little pout to his tattoos and to his little pink cock.

“Alpha, it hurts.” Jungkook whines, his abdomen beginning to cramp again. His scent starts to become distressed and Namjoon pulls the struggling boy back into his chest. He allows the younger to lick along his neck and soothe himself, trying to think of a way to get Jungkook up and back to his room before the others can notice.

“Namjoon-ah.” Shit. Hoseok is awake and looking lovingly at the maknae. “The baby said it hurts, why don’t you help him?” Hobi’s hand cards through Jungkook’s hair, encouraging him to keep going, something the boy is happy to do. While Namjoon is startled by Hoseok’s presence, Jungkook preens under the new attention he is receiving.

“Hyung!” Namjoon whisper-shouts. “I can’t just help him here… what if the others see?” Namjoon, though an international superstar and the leader of his group, felt nervous when performing before a crowd. He had never had sex in front of anyone before and he doubted he would enjoy it.

“Namjoon-ah,” Hoseok responds. “You say that as if we wouldn’t want to see.” Namjoon gulps; he never thought of his hyung like this before. “I was so jealous. I wish I could’ve been in that room, seeing you take Jungkook, make him yours.” Hoseok leans in to whisper in Namjoon’s ear. “I wanted to see you make him beg for you… us. He’s so beautiful, right? You can make him beg for his hyungs, can’t you? If you can’t, I can.” Namjoon’s alpha feels both threatened and aroused. He enjoys the praise from Hoseok, his ego being gingerly stroked, but the challenge of his ability to please the omega stokes a competitive fire within him.

Namjoon leans in and scents the omega thoroughly, leaving a scent claim that no one in the room is going to be able to ignore. The spike in pure alpha scent wakes Jimin, who silently watches from the other side of the couch, intrigued and aroused by the scene in front of him. Namjoon and Hoseok are so distracted by Jungkook and his heat that they miss the smell of Jimin's slick as it begins to trickle from the older omega.

Jungkook, now covered in the scent of the alpha, grows more and more impatient. He starts to paw at the waistband of Namjoon’s pants, wanting the alpha to strip and give him his cock as soon as possible. Namjoon, giving one last look around the room, tugs off his pants, aware that both Hoseok and Jungkook are closely examining him. Jungkook almost immediately reaches out and grasps Namjoon’s erection, stroking it and bringing him to full hardness.

Jungkook, having not had the chance to taste Namjoon earlier, climbs off of the couch and places himself on the floor between the alpha’s knees. He noses his way up Namjoon thighs, leaving small kisses and licks as he goes. When he reaches the hip on one side, he switches to the other and repeats the process. Once he deems that he has left enough hickeys on Namjoon’s beautiful thighs, he dives in and licks a broad stripe up the underside of Namjoon’s cock, closing his lips around the head.

Namjoon throws his head back and releases a moan as Jungkook swallows his cock. Hoseok smooths his hair back from his face, “Look at you two, such gorgeous boys.” Hoseok speaks, his voice still a low volume but not a whisper anymore. Jungkook loves the praise, moaning around Namjoon’s cock causing vibrations that then cause Namjoon to moan. Jimin has been off to the side, slowly stroking himself while watching the scene and letting out small breathy sounds. They are no longer being quiet and the other members are starting to wake up, some surprised by the situation while others just look in awe.

Jungkook runs his tongue up and down Namjoon cock, giving the best blowjob he can with what little experience he has. It’s messy and slobbery but he was giving just enough friction for it to be satisfying. Namjoon’s head rests on the back of the couch during the entire thing, Hoseok whispering things in his ear that he is too blissed out to understand. Yoongi, upon waking up and taking in the scene, reaches out and starts caressing Namjoon’s chest. “Your tits are so big, so soft. I love that you started working out Joon-ah. Got so hot.” Yoongi almost growls into his ear.

Yoongi grabs Namjoon’s chin and turns the other alpha to face him before planting his lips on Namjoon’s. Namjoon gasps into Yoongi’s mouth, surprised his hyung is kissing him, and Yoongi takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into his dongsaeng’s mouth, exploring and deepening the kiss. Jungkook looks up when Namjoon gasps and is entranced by the two alphas kissing, the sight even more arousing than he could’ve imagined. He stops halfway down and stares, but not for long as Hoseok notices and scolds him for it.

“Jungkook-ah.” Hoseok chastises. “Are you going to just sit there and watch or are you going to be a good omega and please your alpha?” Jungkook, with newfound vigor, refocuses and sucks Namjoon as if his life depends on it. He tries to lower his head all the way down but gags before he gets all the way down. Instead, he uses his hand to stroke what he can’t fit in his mouth. His slurps get louder as he goes faster, the pleasure causing Namjoon to moan into Yoongi’s mouth. Hoseok leans into Namjoon’s ear, “Namjoon-ah. I know you’re close, I can see it all over your face. Why don’t you cum, for hyung?”

Namjoon’s alpha feels mildly humiliated, being talked down to, but his subconscious also enjoys the babying. He always has to be so responsible, so giving in and letting Hobi tell him what to do is a welcome break. He lets his subconscious win, focusing on the wet pleasure of Jungkook’s mouth and trying to release. It’s only a matter of minutes before Namjoon is crying out into Yoongi’s neck and spilling into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook swallows and climbs back into Namjoon’s lap, giving the alpha a deep kiss, allowing Namjoon to taste himself on Jungkook's tongue.

“Baby, why don’t you come over here?” Hoseok asks impatiently before basically pulling Jungkook into his own lap. Jungkook makes a startled squeak before relaxing into Hoseok’s chest as the beta greedily sniffs at Jungkook’s scent gland, inhaling both the maknae and Namjoon’s scents. Once he’s had his fill of the scents, he leans back and presses his lips against Jungkook’s smaller ones. The younger man melts into the kiss, easily opening his mouth for Hobi’s tongue; their tongues dance and explore, Hoseok dominating the kiss.

Jungkook leans back to take a deep breath and Hoseok leans into his neck before pulling away slightly and chuckling. “You know, Joon-ah.” Hoseok says darkly. “You could’ve left some space for the rest of us. His neck is covered in hickies,” Hoseok examines Jungkook’s neck once again. “... and a bite mark. Damn Namjoon, you really went feral didn’t you?” Jin perks up at the mention of the bite mark, his eyebrows raised when he meets Namjoon’s eyes. The only answer Jin receives is fiery passion burning in Namjoon’s eyes as he looks at the maknae.

While all the attention is on the four boys in the center of the room, Jimin and Taehyung have been fooling around on their own in the corner. Jimin had been stroking himself since the action started and as the alpha next to him woke up, Jimin straddled his leg and started to grind on him, Tae holding his hips and helping the glide of his pelvis. They have been absorbed in each other, messy kisses and grinding, that it startles them both when Namjoon speaks up. “If you two want a turn with Jungkook, I would advise you to hold on. Don’t want to tire yourselves out, do you?” They both turn to him and, like obedient puppies, separate and sit while waiting patiently.

Hoseok turns himself and Jungkook over, pinning JK to the couch. Hoseok slips down onto his knees, mirroring the position Jungkook was in mere minutes ago. “Open up for me baby, I want to taste you.” Hoseok says sensually, his whole being oozing sex appeal. Jungkook obediently spreads his legs and allows his hyung to slide further between him. While he had been expecting Hobi to suck him off, the older man lifts Jungkook’s legs over his shoulders and licks a fat stripe across his hole. Jungkook jolts, having never experienced anything like this before but it isn’t unpleasant; if anything, it feels really good.

Jungkook loses himself in the sensation of Hoseok’s tongue on his body, his mind floating and filled only by pleasure. Hobi, using everything he’s learned from all his sexual experiences, gives Jungkook the best rimjob he could ever imagine. He alternates between licking broadly across the hole and pointing his tongue to dip inside. “Baby bun, you taste so good. Like candied apples.” Hoseok moans, taking a second to gather himself.

As he goes back to licking at Jungkook, he adds a finger, pushing into the hole alongside his tongue. He feels that Jungkook is already pretty stretched, requiring little prep. “Oh baby, did Namjoon stretch out your hole? Leave it open for everyone to use? With the size of his cock, I guess he would’ve had to.” The last sentence is directed at Namjoon, who is now sitting and watching the scene in front of him with Yoongi stroking his hair, his cheeks going slightly red at the compliment. Hoseok slips two more fingers into Jungkook, making sure he is thoroughly stretched before pulling his fingers out and lining his erection up with his hole.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as Hoseok fills him up, the heat in his body starting to dissipate with the help of his hyung. Hoseok, however, has to squeeze his eyes shut and force himself to go slowly so he doesn’t cum too quickly. He has seen Jungkook grow into a gorgeous man and his thoughts about the maknae had become darker and more sexual the older and more handsome he got. Finally having the chance to fuck Jungkook is like a dream come true, and to have the other members watch is fulfilling so many fantasies he’s hidden for so long. Once fully inside Jungkook, he takes a minute to just admire the boy underneath him, not knowing if he’ll get the chance again.

“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok says softly. “Look at hyung.” Jungkook’s eyes blink open to meet Hobi’s, softness written across his face. Hobi leans down and gives JK a soft kiss before pulling out and pushing back in slowly. He knows he won’t be able to keep at this pace for long, his body already craving a faster pace, but he wants to savor the opportunity while he can. The emotions in the room seem to be overwhelming, as everyone seeks comfort in each other. Namjoon and Yoongi as well and Jimin and Tae are once again tangled together in passionate kisses and Jin makes his way over to sit beside Hoseok and Jungkook, taking in the scene from as close as possible.

“My sweet dongsaengs are enjoying each other, aren’t you?” Jin whispers as if making an innocent observation but his arousal is evident beneath the words. He reaches out and runs his fingers down Hoseok’s back, landing on his hips and pushing him forward and backwards at a faster pace. With the help from his hyung, Hoseok does pick up speed, his resolve crumbling, and his need to both please himself and Jungkook taking over. Hoseok’s thrust became quicker and more powerful, slamming himself into Jungkook.

Jungkook’s moans go up in pitch as his prostate gets hammered into. The pleasure in his body is overwhelming and his orgasm is approaching fast. “Hyungie!” He yells, drawing everyone’s attention. “I’m gonna cum.” Hoseok grabs Jungkook’s little cock, squeezing tight in order to stop the younger’s orgasm.

“You need to make hyung cum first, then you can cum.” Hoseok growls, his orgasm approaching as well. Jin moves to press open mouthed kisses to Jungkook’s face and neck, comforting the maknae as he starts to cry from frustration. Hoseok slams into Jungkook for only a minute longer before he is spilling a huge load inside of Jungkook. As he empties himself inside of Jungkook, he releases his hold on JK’s cock and the younger comes with a sob, dirtying his stomach and chest. Hoseok pulls out and collapses next to JK, trying to catch his breath.

Jin stands over Jungkook’s body, replacing Hoseok and grabs ahold of the boy’s chin. “Koo, baby, are you ready for hyung?” Jin asks softly, his scent engulfing Jungkook like a new linen sheet and calming Jungkook enough to have a clear enough mind to respond to Jin.

“Hyungie, want you.” Jungkook says, looking directly at Jin. JK had always been Jin’s baby; he had loved the kid since the first day he met him, but for the first time he feels something more than friendly about Jungkook. He leans in and gives Jungkook a kiss as he pushes in, his heart racing at the little noises coming from Jungkook’s mouth. Gasps and moans fall past Jungkook’s lips right into Jin’s mouth, their mouths still entangled in a passionate kiss. Jin starts a slow and steady rhythm almost immediately, not in any rush and enjoying pleasuring the boy below him.

Jungkook enjoys the softness, even if it leaves a smoldering heat in his abdomen, not enough to quench his heat. The emotional connection he feels to Jin in this moment is almost overwhelming and he can’t help as a few tears form on his eyelashes. He keeps from crying, knowing it will stress his hyung and he wants this to be as good for both of them as possible. Jin and Jungkook end up lost in their own world, nothing but their pleasure and the sounds they make and the way their bodies move together. They grind together, the air becoming heavy with the scents of apple and linen, allowing everyone in the room to feel the passion and emotion running through the two members, causing a bit of jealousy in the alphas.

As Jin gets closer to his release, his thrusts speed up and his moans grow louder. Jungkook below him has gone almost silent, small squeaks or breaths being heard occasionally. Jin lets out his loudest moan as he cums, adding to the mess already inside of Jungkook. Jungkook himself lets out a small cooing sound as he spills between their stomachs, his orgasm so smooth and contained that the others hadn’t realized he came until Jin pulls back, exposing their messy bellies to the room.

Everyone gives Jungkook a minute to rest, the last session seeming to be particularly draining. Once Jungkook is up and moving again, Yoongi goes over and picks him up, bringing him over to sit on his lap on the couch. Jungkook nuzzles into the new alpha scent and allows Yoongi to scent him, even if it makes Namjoon uneasy next to them. Yoongi allows Jungkook to fully calm down before his attitude changes, almost as if a switch was flipped.

“Look at you bun,” Yoongi’s voice dropped an octave. “Covered in your own mess and dripping your hyungs’ cum all over me. You’re so dirty, such a dirty boy.” Jungkook’s mind sinks back and his omega pushes itself forward, letting out a low moan at the degrading words. He had never thought that he would enjoy being degraded, but his omega is soaking up every word, more slick dripping out of him as Yoongi’s words resonate in his head.

“I’m a good boy.” Jungkook whines back at Yoongi even though his hyung can feel the slick dripping in big globs out of his stretched hole.

Yoongi tuts his tongue at Jungkook. “Really? A good boy? Is that why you let your Hobi Hyung fuck you like a slut?” Yoongi’s words get more intense as he turns Jungkook around to face him. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Show me what a good boy you are.” Yoogi challenges Jungkook, whose omega jumps at the chance to prove itself to the alpha. Jungkook raises himself up on his knees and lines Yoongi’s erection up with his hole, slowly sinking down. When he is about half-way down, Yoongi grabs his hips and pulls him the rest of the way down, causing Jungkook to let out a loud cry and writhe around.

Yoongi holds Jungkook down, forcing him to adjust, even if the stretch is pretty mild considering how many times he had been fucked in the last several hours. Jungkook knew Yoongi was getting off on his tough guy act and acted like it hurt a lot more than it did to try to please him more. Once Yoongi released his grip, thinking Jungkook had put up with the pain for long enough, JK lifted himself up before slamming back down, setting a rough and intense pace from the very beginning. The omega’s only intention was to pleasure his alpha as much as possible and he knew that letting Yoongi be mean to him would make it better for both of them. Yoongi got off on being mean and Jungkook found it arousing to be the target of Yoongi’s harshness.

++

“Yeah, keep going.” Yoongi moans out, surprising vocal during sex. “I know you like it rough, like it when it hurts. Can you cry for me? You look so hot when you cry.” Yoongi lets out all the dirty thoughts that have been piling up in his head since he first met Jungkook. Even as a teenager, he was absolutely gorgeous, and Yoongi was only human. Jungkook’s small, strong body had always played a prominent role in the older man’s wet dreams, something he never confessed, even when the other members teased him about it happening more than once. It was especially difficult living in the same room as Jungkook, as he was unable to escape him and his cute face, amazing body and big doe eyes that always called to Yoongi, sending electricity down his spine. Yoongi has felt sexually tortured as Jungkook grew up, becoming even more beautiful and muscular and talented, but never losing that innocence and kindness that attracted Yoongi in the first place. He has had to shamefully hide in the bathroom and get himself off because of Jungkook multiple times, but he always felt the worst when it was because of the maknae crying. His tears were always genuine and full of emotion, making it humiliating when Yoongi would pop a boner at the sight of the first tear rolling down his face.

As Jungkook starts to cry now, Yoongi almost goes feral. His aroused scent swells in the room, so strong that Jimin starts to absolutely drip slick on the other side of the room. Yoongi leans down and licks the tears off of Jungkook’s face, causing his hips to falter at the delicious salty taste. The image combined with the taste of tears has Yoongi close to coming and Yoongi chases his own orgasm, seemingly uncaring if Jungkook has one or not. As he feels himself get close, Yoongi pulls out and strokes himself over Jungkook’s face, the redness of his eyes and the tear tracks down his finally pushing the alpha over the edge. Yoongi almost blacks out at the sight of his cum mixing with Jungkook’s tears, the sight so arousing that he feels faint. He collapses to the couch immediately afterwards, needing a while to recover from what was probably the best orgasm of his life.

++

Namjoon looks at Jungkook, covered in cum and still rock hard, and feels pity for the maknae. He knows the poor baby must be aching to cum, even though he has had countless orgasms pulled from him already today. He turns to look at Tae and Jimin, who are already looking back at him with large puppy dog eyes, basically begging to have a turn with Jungkook. With an amused chuckle, Namjoon says, “Okay you two, go ahead. But be careful with him, he’s been through a lot today.” At their leader’s words, the maknaes rush over to their dongsaeng, excited to finally have a go with the younger omega.

As soon as Jungkook is within arm’s reach, Tae picks him up and seats him on his lap, facing away from him and towards Jimin. All three sit on the floor, staring at each other for several seconds before anyone springs into action. Jimin leans forward and plants a chaste kiss on Jungkook’s lips and another of his cheek. His hand moves forward and lightly grips Jungkook’s erection before he leans over the youngest’s shoulder and starts to passionately kiss Taehyung again. The wet sounds of the kiss are loud in JK’s ear and immediately make his dick throb with arousal. Being ignored as his hyungs enjoy each other does something to Jungkook that he never would’ve imagined; he thinks he may be able to get off just watching Jimin and Tae pleasure each other.

Taehyung, however, breaks the kiss and starts sucking new hickeys into JK’s neck, even if Namjoon has already covered him. Just the idea of leaving a mark on the new omega has his dick becoming harder, if that's even possible. At the same time, Jimin is licking along Jungkook’s scent gland, making the two omegan scents combines, almost like an apple pie with vanilla ice cream. The sugary scent fills the room and relaxes almost everyone, the scent of two content omegas having that effect naturally. Namjoon, however, is becoming more aroused at the scent of pleasure both from Jimin and his omega. He restrains himself though, wanting to watch the maknaes play together.

Jimin's hand that is already touching Jungkook starts to move slowly, stroking up and down, while Taehyung reaches out and grips JK’s hips, forcing them back and forth to grind on his erection. “How do you want to do this Minnie?” Tae asks, looking to his hyung for advice. Even if he is an alpha, he is still a baby alpha, looking for guidance before making any big moves. Jimin sits back up straight and looks directly at Taehyung.

“I want to be fucked, and I know Kookie has to be dying for it.” Jimin starts, trying to keep his own desperation out of his voice. “You can choose who you want first, but you need to be ready for both of us.” Jimin goes back to scenting Jungkook and leaves Taehyung to make his own decision, even if the baby alpha would’ve just preferred to be told what to do.

“I want Jungkookie. Never had Jungkookie.” Taehyung whimpers, pulling more aggressively at JK’s hips. This takes Namjoon back; what Taehyung just said implies that he and Jimin had slept together in the past, breaking the rules about sex and relationships within the group. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised. The two have always had some sort of romantic or sexual tension and it makes sense that at some point in the last 10 years they would’ve acted on it. The idea of the two of them together only adds to the arousal already growing inside of him.

Jungkook lifts himself up on his knees, allowing Tae to slip in without needing any stretching. The omega feels drunk on the attention he is getting from the alpha, probably exacerbated by the whiskey scent pouring out of his hyung. Tae’s thrusts start fast and messy, like a little pup just chasing his own pleasure. The fact that Taehyung has little regard for what he is feeling actually makes the experience better, leaving Jungkook feeling even more used and more aroused with that. He was already close to his orgasm from Yoongi fucking him, so he doubts he will last long anyway.

Tae’s thrusts continue to rock him forward into Jimin who meets his lips again, though it is less of a kiss and more of Jungkook just panting into Jimin’s mouth. Where Jimin’s hand had been moving slowly before, he sped up, trying to make the maknae cum. Jungkook, whose noises had stopped being intelligible long ago, started to get louder the closer he got to the edge and this only drove Jimin to squeeze tighter around the head and move his hand even faster. With a choking sound, Jungkook comes almost dryly into Jimin’s hand.

Jimin looks at Namjoon pleadingly. “Alpha, please come get Jungkookie. It’s my turn.” Namjoon almost feels like cooing at Jimin, who looks so small and adorable asking for his help. He stands up and grabs Jungkook under the arms and lifts him easily out of Tae’s grasp and off the other alpha’s cock. Tae starts to whine but Jimin swiftly takes Jungkook’s place and starts to ride the alpha vigorously.

Jungkook, meanwhile, wraps his legs around Namjoon as he is carried back over to the couch. He feels Namjoon’s erection against him as they walk the short distance and he craves to be filled by his alpha one more time. When Namjoon sits down, Jungkook wastes no time sinking down on the alpha’s cock. “Woah.” Namjoon almost yells in shock. “Baby you shouldn’t. You’ve already dealt with so much.” Namjoon reaches out to sweep the hair back off Jungkook’s face and meets the omega’s eyes. Jungkook’s eyes are full of love, all the love he has felt for Namjoon since the first time he saw him and decided he wanted to join the company in hopes of working with him. Jungkook, much too tired to speak, just leans forward and kisses Namjoon with all the passion he has held inside himself for these past 11 years.

Namjoon, without disconnecting their lips, starts to move slowly, less thrusting and more grinding into the younger man. As he is in this vulnerable position, he realizes something he had buried inside himself for over a decade. He loved Jungkook. He was in love with him, more than he had ever been in love before. He could not imagine going a day without seeing the younger, being unable to hear his voice or see his smile. He knows saying anything now would be useless, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to respond, and he wants to wait until Jungkook’s heat is over so he can tell him when he is fully in his right mind. Instead of speaking the words he feels so deeply, he shows Jungkook how he feels with his body.

Jungkook is pulled into Namjoon’s chest and held there while the alpha brings himself slowly to orgasm. They are in no rush, Jungkook unable to cum again and Namjoon wanting to savor his love, so it is no shock that Namjoon is slowly rolling his hips for nearly 30 more minutes before he empties himself one last time into the maknae. Not wanting to lose the closeness he feels to the boy, he doesn’t pull out and rubs Jungkook’s back as he falls asleep, still inside his omega. With everyone satisfied at last, the room falls silent as all the boys fall asleep where they are. They can clean up later, but for now, they wanted to be together.

Chapter Text

Jin is the first one to wake up the next morning, banging on the door resonating loudly throughout the apartment. He gets up and runs to his room quickly, grabbing a pair of sweatpants before heading to the intercom by the front door. He looks on the screen to see their manager Sejin banging on the door to their dorm. He looked serious and he wouldn’t be acting so irrationally without a good reason.

“Sejin hyung,” Jin starts, sleep still evident in his voice. “What are you doing here?” Sejin looks up at the camera, now knowing that he has an audience.

“Kim Seokjin.” Sejin must be mad. He never calls them by their full names like this. “You need to let me in right now.” He doesn’t sound angry but more… scared perhaps. Jin hasn’t seen Sejin like this in maybe ever so he does open the door, forgetting about the situation in the living room briefly. Once he steps inside, Sejin looks at Jin. “Thank you. Now, we need to talk to everyone.”

Ah. There the memory is. All his dongsaengs were in the living room, naked and covered in the evidence of their sex last night. “Oh! Uh..” Jin doesn’t know how to explain what happened to the manager, but he doesn’t have to. Hoseok walks around the corner, towards the kitchen, still fully naked. Sejin’s eyes go wide, but he just lets out a sigh and yells after Hobi to meet them in the living room when he is done.

The last thing that Namjoon expected to wake up to was Jimin shrieking. He wakes up with a start, immediately ready to help, but is stopped from getting up by Jungkook, who is still fully seated on top of him. He looks up and sees Sejin, who is trying not to look at anyone. Jimin’s eyes are on the manager and that is clearly what caused the scream. Namjoon continues to look at him for several seconds before clearing his throat. “Um… how can I help you, Sejin hyung?”

“I need all of you up and dressed.” Sejin starts, now only looking in Namjoon’s eyes. “Now, if possible.”

Namjoon nods before realizing the predicament he and Jungkook are in. “Oh uh,” He starts awkwardly. “You may want to turn away. For your own sake.” When the manager does turn away, he pulls out of Jungkook with a wet sound, and Sejin’s back visibly tenses. The maknae lets out a needy and sleepy whine, only now starting to wake up and still largely unaware of what was happening.

“I’m just going to wait in the kitchen.” Sejin mutters before walking out of the room, leaving Namjoon to wake up any still sleeping boys and usher them to get dressed. Once everyone else had left, Namjoon was left in the middle of a room that was covered in slick and cum and overpoweringly smelled of sex. He gave a long sigh before going to dress himself, leaving the cleaning for after.

…………………….

Once everyone had assembled once again in the living room fully dressed, most in their own clothes but Jungkook refused to wear anything but Namjoon’s, and the living room had been cleaned as much as possible, Sejin sat them down. Though he was usually jovial when serious, he looked solemn. Namjoon was starting to really worry about what could possibly be so bad that it required a home visit and one so serious. They sit in silence for a long moment, tension growing thick in the air. Jungkook, who had originally been sitting on his own, made his way over to Namjoon and wedged his way under the leader’s arm, needing comfort from the alpha.

“There is an issue…” Sejin starts before running his hand through his hair due to stress. “While it is still too early to know much about it, there was an issue internally at the company. You aren’t in danger or anything, don’t worry about that. But… There was a leak.” The last words come out shakily, knowing that this is a huge bomb to be dropping on the group.

Namjoon’s brain freezes. “A leak?” He asks, “About what? If it’s about the album, we don’t have to release a statement, just wait for it to settle down and find the culprit.” They’ve had things like this happen in the past and it was always a big deal, but never as serious as this before. His heart starts to calm down a little bit before dropping with Sejin’s next words.

“No, Namjoon.” Sejin sighs. “The meeting about Jungkook’s presentation and you helping him through it was leaked to the public.”

The room falls into silence immediately. Namjoon is staring wide eyed, Hoseok looks like he is going to be sick and Jimin is silently crying into Taehyung’s chest. This leak could dramatically tarnish their reputation, so much as to even ruin their careers. Army has always been there for them and they hope they can continue to understand, but this could alienate those fans that are in love with the members.

“How much of the meeting was leaked?” Namjoon asks, a serious frown on his face. He hopes that if the whole meeting was leaked, the public would see the inaction of the CEO and other higher ups. He had been using this to justify his own emotional outburst, hoping others will do the same.

Jungkook, still in heat, is highly attuned to his alpha’s emotions and feels the distress rolling off of him in waves. He moved to sit firmly in the alpha’s lap, burying his face into his neck and scenting him, hoping it will calm the alpha down. He also leaves little kisses on the scent gland, wanting the alpha to know how much he cares.

Sejin does not bat an eye about the scene in front of him. Instead, he puts his head in his hands and lets out a long sigh. “The conversation was heavily edited. Only the parts about Jungkook’s presentation as an omega and your final outburst were released. All of the comments made by company members were cut out and none of their names were mentioned in the article.”

“What article?” Seokjin chimes in. “You didn’t mention an article.” His shoulders are tense. He’s seen what take-down articles have done to stars, whether the accusations were true or false. He trusts Army to be there for them and understand, but the general public would be much less forgiving of their actions.

“Yes, the article.” Sejin wrings his hands together. “Dispatch did originally receive the leak, but it was leaked to so many outlets that theirs came out a bit later. Even with the delay, it is the most viewed article, especially since they never report on you.”

Hoseok gets up and starts to pace around the room, nervous energy rolling off of him in waves. Taehyung and Jimin are anxiously whispering amongst themselves and Yoongi is silently staring at the wall behind Sejin. Namjoon’s scent is by far the most heavy with stress, feeling as though he has left his group down. Jungkook’s scent immediately sours as well, not because of the news but because his alpha is upset. Sejin, able to pick up on the distress in the room even as a beta, tries to move on.

“It’s okay.” Sejin starts. “We can get ahead of this. The company wants Namjoon to put out a public statement denying what happened and apologizing for his outburst.” Immediately, Namjoon feels rage.

“They want me to apologize?” He almost shouts. “Are they going to apologize for all the demeaning things they said about Jungkook? Are they going to apologize for allowing this highly sensitive meeting to be leaked?” Namjoon grabs Jungkook’s waist as he stands, allowing the Omega to continue to hold on to him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an omega to comfort. This whole thing has greatly upset him.”

…………………….

As they watch Namjoon retreat to his room with Jungkook, Sejin lets out a sigh. “How are we going to fix this?” He once again rests his head in his hands and shakes his head. Yoongi turns around and looks directly at the manager.

“I agree with Namjoon.” He says. This is the first time he’s spoken since Sejin arrived. His tone and the set of his face were both very serious. “If the company had helped us when we asked, there wouldn’t be anything controversial about what is happening. And if they had better security, the leak wouldn’t have happened. I do not want him to apologize because he did the right thing.”

“Yeah,” Jimin interjects. “I think Joonie hyung did the right thing. And…” his voice gets quieter. “I don’t want to deny what happened.” Jimin’s cheeks tint red, clearly embarrassed about what he had just said. He was still trying to process his emotions around the whole thing, but he knew they were all positive emotions.

Sejin ignores Jimin’s comment, instead turning directly to Yoongi. “If we don’t issue an apology, we don’t know what will happen.”

Yoongi says without hesitation, “And if we do apologize, we will be compromising our beliefs and decisions to appease the company. We have never done that before and I sure as hell won’t help you do it now.” The other members all let out noises of agreement. “I think we, as a group, have to discuss this and when we come to a consensus, we will be in touch.”

With Yoongi’s dismissal, Jin gets up and leads Sejin out towards the front door. As Jin opens the door, Sejin turns to him. “You have to try to talk some sense into the other members. This could destroy your career.”

Jin turns back to the manager, “I know. But this is something we did as a group, and we must decide how to handle it as a group.” He closes the door behind Sejin, lets out a deep sigh, and turns to go back to the other members.

As he enters the room, he sees the others already speaking amongst each other. “Should we go get Namjoon and Jungkook and talk about this now or do you want to wait and collect ourselves first?” Jin knows that this is an important topic that can’t be put off, but also knows that the members just went through a huge shock and might need time to process.

“I think I need time.” Hoseok says. Yoongi also nods from his place on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose like he has a headache. Jin resigns himself to sitting down and letting himself relax as well. Time passes, some members go into other rooms, some fall asleep and Jin continues to stare at the wall thinking, contemplating what they should do next. He, as the oldest, feels responsibility to keep the boys in line and morally sound. If they lie about this, it would make him feel like he failed the boys, but if they tell the truth, it could ruin their careers. He doesn’t know what they should do, so he waits for Namjoon to come back and they can discuss it.

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Namjoon and Jungkook were laying next to each other, coming down from their orgasms. As JK started to drift to sleep, Namjoon’s mind raced with all the things that could come in the future. His thoughts start troubling, with images of intense backlash from both the media and Army and BTS falling to ruin. He imagines the other members resenting him for his rash decision and leaving the company, trust now broken due to the leak. His heart breaks as he imagines Jungkook leaving him behind, moving far away and finding someone new. He has loved the boy deeply for a long time, probably since they met, when Jungkook would look at him with his huge eyes full of admiration. His heart had always raced when Jungkook would call him attractive, or say he was his man-crush, and he never let himself think about why. Now, he can’t imagine a life where Jungkook isn’t next to him, sharing his accomplishments and supporting his struggles. He hopes beyond hope that Jungkook feels the same and will give them the chance.

But for now, he gets up, resigning himself to deal with the situation at hand. The company was usually quite secure, a huge leak like this had never happened before. It was almost suspicious, the timing of it all. With the upcoming release of their anthology album, this rumor could be the nail in the coffin that finally kills their career, since the boys had proven nothing else could stop them. He thinks he should probably mention this to the other members. He slips on a pair of pants and makes his way out to the sitting room.

Jin is the only member left in the room when he arrives, the eldest hyung sleeping on the couch. Namjoon walks over and shakes him awake. “Hyung… Hyung…” Jin jolts awake and then winces, grabbing his neck.

“Namjoon-ah!” He shouts. “I waited so long for you that I fell asleep on the couch and now my neck aches. You totally owe me for this.” Jin cracks his neck before relaxing back into the couch. “What did you want to discuss?”

“I think it’s time for us, all of us, to talk about the leak.” Namjoon says, trying to push his nerves aside and act seriously in front of the elder. Jin stands up, gives Namjoon a reassuring nod, and rushes off to wake up other members. Since he doesn’t want JK to freak out again, Namjoon goes back to his room and grabs the boy and his bundle of blankets and walks back to the sitting area. The other members slowly file into the room, some looking tired and stressed and some obviously having just been woken up and still groggy. When Jin finally comes back, practically dragging Yoongi, Namjoon starts.

“This leak is super serious, it will have a lasting effect on our careers and this is a major decision.” He says. “I also want to make it clear that any decision we come to today can be vetoed by Jungkook once his heat is over and he can fully understand what is happening.” All the members nod and look at their leader, waiting for his input first. Namjoon lets out a long sigh. “I, for one, do not want to deny what has happened. It would be majorly dishonest to Army and would pit us against the media and what is being reported.”

“Denial and lies,” Yoongi starts, “would only beget more denial and lies. Army trusts us to be honest with them, and even if we usually don’t make personal business public, this may have to be an exception.”

The other members nod along and as Namjoon looks at all their faces, he does not see one bit of apprehension. His earlier anger at the situation and their management has since melted into appreciation for his friends. These boys have always seen the best in him and relied on him, even when he made bad choices. Now, he wanted to lead them confidently into this decision and he was glad they had the confidence in him he needed for himself.

“Ok, if we are not going to deny it, what are we going to do?” Namjoon asks. It is silent for a minute before Taehyung speaks up.

“I think, uh, maybe we just emphasize what needed to happen and how we felt.” He starts nervously. “I mean, I feel closer to you all than ever before and this whole ordeal really showed me that all of you will be there for me through anything.” As he continues to speak, Taehyung’s words get faster, almost as if he is afraid someone is going to stop him. Instead of stopping him, however, the other members were immersed in what he was saying.

Jimin, with tears in his eyes, chimes in, “I have never trusted anyone as much as I trust all of you.” Tears start silently slipping down his cheeks as he smiles. “I didn’t know it was possible to love a group of people as much as I love all of you.” Jimin, still crying, is swept into Hoseok’s arms and Hobi and Tae shower his face with kisses.

At the slight jostling on the couch, Jungkook wakes up and looks around. In his heat-addled brain, the mixed scents of the boys, plus the love and contentment shading their scents, he had one thought in mind. “My pack.” He says it quietly, just loud enough to catch Namjoon’s attention next to him, but the words still whispered enough to be almost unintelligible.

“What was that, baby? Namjoon turns to him. Jungkook, upon meeting Namjoon’s eyes, immediately bursts into happy tears, little sobs leaving him. At this, the rest of the boys turn to him, worried about their youngest member. Jungkook crawls into Namjoon’s lap and starts to scent him, overwhelmed with positive emotions. Once he calms down a bit, he turns to face everyone else in the room and speaks with the most clarity he has since his heat started. “My pack.” He says out loud, purring in his chest as he does so.

Everyone goes silent, eyes wide at the implication of forming a pack. Well, almost everyone was shocked. Off to the side, Yoongi just sits there and smiles at his pack. He had thought of them as such for a while. They did all the things packs did; they didn’t date outside the pack (or at all for that matter), they trusted and loved each other more than anyone besides their familial packs, they all lived together and never planned on truly living apart. Yoongi saw Bangtan as a pack, even if they had not officially decided they were one yet.

As the other members continued to sit and stare at each other in confusion and shock, Yoongi moved over and grabbed JK, plopping the pup into his lap. “Yes, it’s our pack bun. Always has been.” JK turns and kisses Yoongi square on his mouth, shocking his hyung before Yoongi relaxes into the kiss and kisses the maknae back softly. He wants to express his love for the younger in this moment, not lust he may feel for the omega.

At the notion that Yoongi, as closed off as he usually was about his deepest emotions, saw them as a pack, the other boys started to evaluate their own feelings. They saw their actions for the first time from an objective point of view. Of course, there had been speculation since their debut and even more so recently that the band was indeed secretly a pack. The members hadn’t understood this before, but upon reflection, see all the signs they were forming a pack bond as they worked and grew together. Some come to the realization quicker than others and hop into the cuddle pile on the couch. As Namjoon joins them, their leader being the last to accept their reality fully happily, he suggests they make their way to a bed to cuddle instead, not wanting to accidentally break the couch.

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After a long cuddle session and an even longer talk afterwards, the group makes a hesitant plan to officially become a pack, keeping in mind that JK’s opinion may change as he becomes more cognizant after his heat. The maknae changing his mind is not what they were most concerned about, in fact. Their worries laid in having to tell the company that they would not, in fact, be apologizing and were instead going to become a pack. They just hoped that the company wouldn’t try to force them out of their shareholder positions over this. They were already embroiled in a scandal and it was as if they were asking for another.

They had unanimously voted Namjoon as their pack alpha, a role he had taken on long ago. Jin advocated strongly for his abilities and why he should be the pack’s beta, expecting competition from Hoseok, who instead just smiled and agreed that Jin deserved the title. Jimin was automatically appointed pack omega since he was the only omega in the pack who had experienced life as an omega beyond a single heat.

Once the hierarchy had been figured out, they all decided to relax for the rest of the day, or at least as long as Jungkook's heat wasn’t active. The waves were coming less frequently and for shorter periods, signaling an end to the heat was coming soon. Even with the growing stress, in the moment they were happy. They had never felt so close as they have now, calling each other pack mates. They had confidence that they could figure out any hardship they face and overcome them easily as a pack. This comfort led them into an easy night of restful sleep, probably the best they had in a long time.

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Jungkook wakes up to the most intense wave of his heat, the final wave. His skin itched and burned, his insides both cramped and felt like liquid, and his emotions were at an all time high. Upon waking, tears immediately form in his eyes. He wants his hyungs and he wants them now. The fact that he is currently by himself in Namjoon’s room truly feels like a personal attack against him inside his heat-addled brain. When he went to sleep all of his hyungs had been there, surrounding him, but now he was all alone and felt especially vulnerable. He’s releasing all sorts of distressed pheromones and letting out pitiful whimpers, hoping to draw an alpha to him. He doesn’t have to wait long before a dripping wet and highly agitated Namjoon emerges from the bathroom, looking around the room worriedly before his eyes land on Jungkook curled up in his bed.

Namjoon had been in the shower when the scent of rotting apples made its way into the bathroom, mixing with the steam from the hot water. As soon as the scent registered in his mind, he shut the shower off and raced into the bedroom, almost slipping on the now wet tile. When he enters the bedroom to see a very upset but unharmed Jungkook sitting on the bed, he breathes a sigh of relief. He walks over to the omega and sits next to him, allowing the younger to burrow into his chest and breathe his scent in deeply.

He had asked Jimin about the final wave of heat, knowing Jungkook’s was approaching. The more seasoned omega let him know that Jungkook would likely be more aware during this wave but he would be much more emotionally vulnerable. Namjoon, keeping this in mind, asked the other members if it would be alright if he could help Jungkook with this last wave alone. Namjoon doesn’t mention wanting to spend more time with Jungkook while he has the chance, or his feelings, or even that he feels threatened by the other alphas around his omega, just that he wants to help Jungkook with this last wave by himself.

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The other members however, after seeing Namjoon’s actions towards the maknae for the past 10 years and observing the new possessiveness he has displayed since the omega’s presentation, have a good idea of why Namjoon had asked them if he could handle this wave alone. They can only hope that after a decade of playing coy and suppressing his feelings, their leader would finally admit his feelings for the other, and this last wave could be the perfect opportunity for the alpha to confess to his omega. That was another thing, the way he had been referring to Jungkook for the past few days, as “my omega”. The others highly doubted he even realized what he was saying, the phrasing already coming so naturally to him. Yoongi had laughed about it with Jin after Sejin had left, joking that the real scandal would be the two mating; this sentiment no longer seemed like the joke they made it out to be but a real possibility.

A band becoming a pack and members mating? It was basically unheard of in the industry, actively discouraged by agencies and media companies alike. This idea was the reason that co-ed groups were exceptionally rare, though sexualities and subgenders tended to be diverse within all groups, boy and girl groups alike; it wasn’t exclusively male alphas and female omegas who fell in love, as much as the idol industry would like to pretend it was, profiting off of young naive people who didn’t know any better but to believe this as well.

If a band as large and influential as BTS not only formed a pack as an all-male group, but then members proceeded to become romantically involved and mate, the industry would be turned upside down. This group had received medals of cultural merit, become special presidential envoys and spoken at the UN 3 times. If they broke what was seen as culturally acceptable, it could cause a change in the mindset of people, especially their fans and the country’s youth, who were already more open to new ideas.

The other members decide to spend their free day just hanging out, ordering food and enjoying the peace they are feeling. The peace was likely to come crashing down sooner rather than later, but they were prepared for it and the new chapter of their lives yet to come.

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Namjoon pulls Jungkook’s face out of his chest and plants a series of kisses on his face; first on his forehead, then each cheek, his nose and then finally his lips. Though Namjoon and Jungkook had shared many kisses over the past few days, this one felt different; Softer, more emotional. Namjoon almost starts to choke up, emotion welling up in his chest. All his love and admiration and pride for Jungkook that he has been repressing for years was bubbling up inside of him, he doesn’t know how much longer he will be able hold these feelings inside before he either spills his guts or pops like a balloon.

Namjoon pulls back and looks at Jungkook, taking him in. He was still flushed a deep red and his forehead was sticky with sweat, but his eyes weren’t far off or foggy like they had been since his heat began. Jungkook still was not back to normal, but he was much closer than he had been since he wandered into Namjoon’s studio. Namjoon thinks back on the moment he turned around and first saw this new Jungkook. He was so gorgeous and inviting, making his studio smell like apples. It had taken all of Namjoon’s self-control not to just take the maknae right then and there, but he knew that as the group’s leader he needed to be responsible and figure out the situation. Now, when it was just him and Jungkook in his bedroom, he wasn’t the group’s leader, the one who had to take control and communicate with the company. Instead, he was Kim Namjoon, a man madly in love with Jeon Jungkook, and an alpha trying to please his omega.

Jungkook starts to get impatient as Namjoon gets lost in his thoughts. He is burning with heat and is cramping very badly. He decides he wants his hyung’s attention and nips at his scent gland, just enough to send a shock of pain through Namjoon’s body. Namjoon snaps back to attention and looks down at Jungkook who is now licking over his bite soothingly.

“Hey!” Namjoon says jovially. “If you wanted attention, you could’ve just asked. You didn’t have to go and bite me, naughty omega.” He chuckles slightly before leaning in and kissing Jungkook again. Jungkook sighs into the kiss, opening his mouth for Namjoon to explore. Namjoon’s tongue tangles with Jungkook’s before exploring every corner of his mouth. He is worried he’ll never be able to kiss Jungkook again and wants to savor every moment he can for this final wave.

The alpha eventually pulls away and starts kissing his way down his omega’s neck. The hickies he had left on that first night have started to turn yellow and green, so he decides to suck new bright red and purple bruises right over the top of them. Even if Jungkook comes out of heat and decides that he wants nothing to do with Namjoon, the elder selfishly wants to leave a claim on the younger and the closest he can come without completely overstepping boundaries is to just leave his mark in the form of bruises. JK could forgive him as the bruises faded but claiming him possibly against his will would be unforgivable.

Once Namjoon is satisfied with his work on Jungkook’s neck, he moves down to JK’s chest. He remembers making the maknae cum only stimulating his nipples the first night and he would likely try it again, but according to Jimin this last wave will likely exhaust him quickly; he’ll likely only get 2 orgasms out of the younger. He leaves soft kisses on both nipples before continuing down Jungkook’s torso, making his way down to JK’s pink cock, giving it a kiss as well. Namjoon’s fingers skim down to Jungkook’s hole, which he finds already wet and dripping slick. The alpha moves back to Jungkook’s scent gland and scents the omega deeply as he presses 2 fingers inside of the younger, finding he needs very little prep and is almost ready to be taken. Namjoon continues stretching his omega while Jungkook lets out small moans.

Jungkook, as the heat in his abdomen was being satiated, finally started to feel more like himself than he had in days. After what felt like an eternity of floating in space, he was coming back down to Earth. He was more mentally aware than he had been since the morning he went into the recording studio, everything going kind of fuzzy after that. He still felt that floaty feeling, but instead of it consuming him, it felt more like a hazy half-awake state. He was still floaty enough that he believed his hyung pleasuring him was just another pleasant dream, but this one felt so real. Once Namjoon had fit 3 fingers inside of Jungkook, he pulled out, causing the younger to whine.

“It’s alright, bun. I’m here.” Namjoon says, smoothing back the younger’s hair and looking down at him. “Alpha is going to help you one more time.” Namjoon lines himself up and pushes in slowly. He goes slowly, almost trying to memorize how it feels to sink into Jungkook just in case he never has the opportunity to do so again. He sits there, unmoving, trying to prolong this experience for as long as he can. After several minutes, however, Jungkook starts to whine impatiently, almost begging to be fucked. Namjoon starts moving at a slow but steady pace, hitting Jungkook’s prostate with every thrust, causing the younger man to shake after only a few minutes.

“Cum. Bun wants to cum.” Jungkook says, his voice still dazed but not as airy as it had become previously. He was holding back his orgasm, wanting to be a good boy for his alpha and wait for him to tell him he could cum. He felt like he could consciously put in the effort to hold back and obey, something he had not possessed in his floaty state.

“Cum omega,” Namjoon growls. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

“I’m a good boy?” Jungkook asks, needing the reassurance of his hyung.

“My good boy. The best boy. The only boy for me.” Namjoon rambles, pleasure starting to creep up his spine. With this confirmation, Jungkook comes all over his stomach and chest. “So good. Such a good boy, coming when asked. Always so good for me.” Namjoon continues, his hips speeding up.

As Jungkook comes down from his orgasm, the fog clears from his mind and the heat in his body is finally extinguished. He comes back to himself and becomes aware of his surroundings, namely the fact that his beloved Namjoon hyung was propped on his elbows above him, thrusting into his body. “Joonie hyung?” He asks.

“Yes baby?” Namjoon answers, not yet aware that Jungkook’s heat had broken. “What does my sweet omega need?”

His omega? Even with the confusion he feels, his cheeks go hot at the implication that he belongs to Namjoon. The omega part, on the other hand, he is completely oblivious too… at first. As he thinks back on his hazy memories from the past few days; the cramping, the sweating, what he thought was illness led to the desire to be fucked. And then he remembers the fucking, with Namjoon, with the entire group. Pack. He remembers calling them a pack. He would cringe if he didn’t also remember Yoongi agreeing with him and the other members crushing him in a cuddle pile. All his memories lead up to this moment and his Namjoonie hyung taking care of him. Jungkook, overwhelmed with emotion, reaches up and pulls Namjoon down for a kiss.

Namjoon notices this kiss is more tender than any they had shared, but he puts that down to Jungkook’s body becoming physically exhausted. He reaches down and grabs Jungkook’s spent cock, causing the younger to squeak. He strokes Jungkook back to full hardness and fucks into his body harder, chasing his own orgasm at this point. Jungkook writhes, overstimulated but loving it and wanting to give his hyung the best experience possible.

After only a few more minutes, Namjoon’s pace becomes more erratic and he pulls away from the kiss to breathe. Jungkook is also on the brink of orgasm again, and tears fall from his eyes. “Joonie hyung, Can I cum please?” Jungkook begs, something Namjoon has never heard before and likely would’ve questioned it if he hadn’t been so close to orgasm himself.

“Yes baby. Cum for me.” Namjoon says. As Jungkook falls apart below him again, he thinks he will never see a more perfect sight. He truly fears he will never see it again and with that added fear, all his emotions bubble up to the surface.

“I love you Jungkookie, my omega.”

Namjoon releases into his omega after confessing and collapses on top of Jungkook, thoroughly exhausted. As he drifts off to sleep, he continues to whisper quiet “I love you”s to the boy beneath him, still unaware that Jungkook had become fully aware.

Jungkook lay underneath his hyung, not bothering to move him and processing what just happened. His hyung had just confessed that he loved Jungkook, whom he called his omega. Jungkook knows he should be confused or scared or even angry, but he truly does not believe he has ever felt happier and more at peace.

Jungkook has been in love with his hyung since he first laid eyes on him a decade ago, performing on stage. As a 13-year-old boy, he assumed his crush on the elder would soon fade but instead it steadily grew. He saw Namjoon grow from an awkward baby alpha into the most confident and intelligent man he has ever known. He realized he was truly in love with him back in 2015 when they won their first music show. The usually stoic and humble Namjoon had broken down into tears, so proud of the group and himself for overcoming such a big obstacle. All at once, the ice around Namjoon melted and he instantly found a place in his dongsaeng’s heart. He had tried to show his hyung his love over the past 7 years, though he was always subtle about it, fearing the rejection he was sure would come from the older. Where Namjoon was already well established and almost an adult at the time they met, Jungkook was still a little scrawny kid, scared of everyone and everything.

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Hearing the man he had been in love with for 7 years confess his love to him had shaken Jungkook to his core. He is still just sitting there processing when Namjoon wakes up about a half hour later. Namjoon sits up and turns to the maknae, surprised to see him sitting up and staring blankly at the wall in front of him. “Um, Jungkook?” Namjoon asks. Jungkook jumps as if he had been shocked, his head snapping to look at Namjoon. “Are you okay?”

“You love me?” Jungkook asks quietly, blushing and looking away from Namjoon. Namjoon’s heart drops. He didn’t think Jungkook would remember his confession, hoping he’d be able to do it again but in a more romantic context; one he felt more acceptable for Jungkook.

“Oh…” He starts. “You heard that?” He pauses and Jungkook nods his head slightly. “Well, I didn’t actually mean for you to hear that. I’m really sorry.” He turns away from Jungkook, feeling ashamed.

“Did you mean it?” He hears from behind him. Jungkook’s voice shakes, almost as if he’s scared of the answer. Namjoon tenses. He knew Jungkook wouldn’t feel the same way, but to have made him afraid broke his heart. He goes to stand when he feels a hand on his wrist pulling him back down. “Did you mean it?” Jungkook asks again. This time Namjoon can see his eyes, red as if he is holding back tears. He knows lying won’t do anything to help the situation, so he swallows thickly and then replies, “Yes.”

Jungkook springs forward, and before Namjoon can react, Jungkook is kissing him. He feels the tears on Jungkook’s cheeks as he starts to cry, startling him. He would pull away to check on his dongsaeng if JK wasn’t still holding onto him so tightly. He hesitantly kisses Jungkook back and the younger relaxes in his hold. Jungkook eventually pulls away and looks up, meeting Namjoon’s eyes.

“I have loved you since I first saw you, all those years ago on stage. I have never loved anyone else and I was afraid I would love you by myself forever.” Jungkook breaks down into tears. Namjoon shushes him and rubs his back soothingly, shocked by Jungkook’s confession. All the other members had teased him about the younger being in love with him and rumors had always swirled but he never gave them any thought. Now, to know that his affections were returned, only made him feel a peace in his heart he didn’t know was missing.

“You aren’t alone, baby.” He starts, voice thick with emotion. “I love you; I think I always have; I was just too dumb to realize it.” Jungkook continues to cry softly, having so many years of fear and anxiety melt into pure happiness.

He looks up to kiss Namjoon again, this time the kiss deepening as his tears dry. Namjoon goes to lay him down but his lower back and his butt protest. He pulls back and hisses slightly at the pain. “Yah!” He says, pushing Namjoon softly. “Not going to happen hyung. My ass needs a break.” Namjoon sits back on his heels and starts to chuckle quietly. Jungkook, seeing the humor in the situation, joins in laughing. Their laughter only continues to get louder, and Namjoon falls to lay next to Jungkook as the laughing fits continue.

When their laughter finally died down, Namjoon looked at Jungkook and admired his profile. This gorgeous boy loved him, and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. Jungkook turned to look at him, a huge smile on his face. “Think you can help me clean up? I think I need a shower.” Namjoon gets up and picks Jungkook up bridal style, carrying him into the ensuite bathroom as the younger giggles.

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After a long bath and an even longer cuddle session, Namjoon and Jungkook emerge from the leader’s bedroom. Jungkook is fully dressed for the first time in days, though Namjoon’s shirt hangs off his shoulders and shows just how many hickies are plastering his neck. If any of the other members were to see him, they’d be able to tell what he and Namjoon were doing earlier, though it's not like they haven’t seen him in a sexual position before. He thinks back on their group sex, remembering it pretty clearly and causing arousal to bubble in his stomach.

They make their way to the kitchen to try to find something to eat, Jungkook basically starving after several days of minimal food. Just as Jungkook has bent down to see the bottom shelves of the fridge and Namjoon is failing not to ogle the omega’s ass, a whistle rings out through the kitchen. Jungkook flinches, knocking his head on the fridge door and collapsing onto his knees before finally turning to see Yoongi leaning on the counter. Namjoon leans down and checks on him before he has the chance to unleash some sass on Yoongi, but he is quickly reassured that Jungkook is ok.

“Not nice, hyung.” Jungkook says, rubbing the back of his head where it is hurting from the impact, his eyes tearing slightly from the stingy pain. He puts on his most adorable pout and sits back on his knees, trying to make Yoongi feel at least a little bit guilty. By the single raised eyebrow and smirk on his hyung’s face, he doesn’t think it has any effect on him.

“Keep that up and you’ll be on your knees for a completely different reason.” Yoongi says, a teasing lilt to his voice. Jungkook’s face and neck flush bright red at the pure sexual implication of his hyung’s comment. His mind flashes to when Yoongi fucked him; he seemed to enjoy the Jungkook’s innocence and tears so maybe playing up the teary angle wouldn’t be effective in the future. “Are you feeling better Jungkook-ah?” Jungkook once again meets Yoongi’s eyes and sees that they have softened, fondness lingering just under the surface.

“Oh, yes hyung.” He says “I feel just like myself again.” Jungkook pauses for a second, building his confidence up before continuing. He knows that sex is nothing to be embarrassed about, but he still feels pretty awkward about having an orgy with his hyungs who practically raised him. “Uh, thank you hyung for helping take care of me, like that.” Jungkook looks away, embarrassed again, this time by his own words. He glances up at Namjoon for reassurance, who gives him a small nod and a smile.

“Jungkook-ah, look at me.” Yoongi says, voice suddenly serious. “I want you to know that I, or any of your hyungs, will never hesitate to help you with anything. We will be here for you through anything, just like we always have.” He can tell his hyung is trying to be as reassuring as possible. Yoongi pushes off of the counter and makes his way over to Jungkook, helping him stand up. He reaches up and gives Jungkook a little peck on his forehead before patting him on the back. “Why don’t you go and wait on the couch, I’ll cook some dinner.”

Jungkook nods and turns to leave, but not before kissing Yoongi’s cheek in thanks. Namjoon goes to follow his omega but is stopped when Yoongi grabs his arm. “You and I need to have a little chat.” He says before letting go.

“Is something wrong, hyung?” Namjoon asks, confused about what Yoongi could possibly need to discuss with him.

“I’m just curious….” Yoongi’s eyes follow Jungkook until he disappears down the hall. “What happened in there?” His eyes spark with curiosity and a challenge.

“Oh,” Namjoon says, a blush immediately present on his face. “Well, his heat hit and I went to help him and at some point he came out of heat but I didn’t realize that and I told him I loved him as I came and then I woke up and he was off and I asked what was wrong and he asked if I love him and I said yes and then we kissed and then… yeah.” By the time he has finished his rant, Namjoon was panting for breath and bright red. He stares at the floor embarrassed until he hears Yoongi laugh.

“You bastard, I didn’t think you had it in you.” Yoongi says, patting Namjoon on the back. “Congrats man. We were all waiting for this to happen,” he pauses. “But I wish you had waited until dinner, now I owe Taehyung 10,000 won.” Yoongi turns towards the fridge and starts taking out ingredients for something, leaving Namjoon watching him owlishly. Namjoon doesn’t know how to feel about his friends making bets on his ability to confess his feelings, but he is also relieved that they all seem so supportive of him pursuing a relationship with Jungkook. He turns to leave the room and go sit with Jungkook.

…………………….

Yoongi has just finished putting everything on the table when he calls everyone down for dinner. The members had at last had an entire day to recuperate and rest after the last few days of heat-related chaos, plus their increasingly busy schedule before that. Yoongi himself had been catching up on sleep all day before waking up to get something to eat, finding their leader and maknae in the kitchen together. The other members come in slowly, some looking like they had just woken and some with glassy eyes from staring at a computer too long. Namjoon himself joins them from the living room, informing everyone Jungkook had gone to the bathroom and would be joining them shortly. About a minute later, Jungkook appears in the doorway, looking around wearily.

“Come on in Kook-ah.” Jimin says. “We were waiting for you.” The other omega’s warm smile tears into Jungkook's heart. He remembers the cruel things he said towards Jimin in the beginning of his heat, even remembers trying to attack him. Jungkook takes one look at his hyung and bursts into tears, absolutely sobbing. Jimin jumps up out of his seat and rushes to his dongsaeng, scooping him up into his arms.

“Jimin hyung.” Jungkook says through sobs. “I’m so… so sorry.” Jungkook’s face is covered in tears and snot at this point. The poor thing is breaking down right in front of their eyes, overwhelmed by guilt and remorse for his actions towards his beloved hyung. Jungkook, who never cries, is sat in their dining room sobbing. The sight is bizarre to the rest of the members, who try not to make a big deal out of it and embarrass the maknae further.

“Jungkook-ah.” Jimin says softly to the younger, stroking his hair and back. He knows that ignoring the apology won’t go over well with the younger, but he also wants to tell the boy that he has nothing to be sorry for. “I accept your apology. I understand how you were feeling, your first heat can be very overwhelming. I see why you would think that I’m a threat, an omega coming to encroach on your territory. I promise it’s ok and I understand why it happened.” Jimin continues to snuggle the maknae until his tears dry and he is pulling himself and his hyung off of the floor.

“Are you ready to eat?” Jin says, welcoming the two back to the table. Jungkook’s stomach growls comically at the mere mention of food and Jin can’t help but burst into laughter. “Looks like someone needs his hyung to fix him a plate.” Jin waves Jungkook off to sit in his spot next to Namjoon and fills a plate with fried chicken made by their very own Chef Min. Once the plate is full, the oldest hyung passes the plate all the way down to Jungkook who immediately digs in, ignoring all manners and rules with his body so hungry after days of minimal food. The other members serve themselves and everyone enjoys their meal together, something they haven’t been able to do in a little while.

Once everyone had eaten their fill and relaxed back into their chairs, Namjoon clears his throat and starts to speak. “So, Jungkook,” he starts. “There are a few important things that happened during your heat that we need to discuss.” The scent of distressed omega immediately fills the room as Jungkook’s anxiety spikes. If there was something so important that the group waited days to discuss it with him, he can’t imagine how important the decision is. “It’s ok, baby.” Namjoon reaches over and runs his hand through Jungkook’s hair. “You don’t need to worry about it so much.”

Jungkook’s scent becomes milder but the stress is still present. He tries to force himself to relax back in his chair but his back and shoulders remain stiff. “Please just tell me what it is hyung.” Jungkook’s voice has an air of false confidence to it, as if he is trying to put on a brave face for his members. The others are also nervous but since they have more control over their scents, they are able to mask it well as not to make the situation any harder for their maknae.

“The first one I think we should discuss is whether or not we want to officially form a pack.” Namjoon starts. He is about to start explaining the group’s reasoning for this when Jungkook cuts him off.

“Yes.” Jungkook agrees to the arrangement, letting out a sigh of relief. “We already act like a pack, plus I think of you all as my pack mates. Let’s make it an official thing.”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks. “This is a big commitment and you are still very young. You might change your mind.” At this Jungkook turns and looks directly into Namjoon’s eyes.

He grabs his hyung’s hands before saying, “I would never change my mind.” The tension between the two of them grows and he is about to lean in for a kiss when there is a cough on the other side of the table.

“If you two are done,” Taehyung pipes up. “We have one more thing to discuss.” He leans back in his chair and looks nervously around at his hyungs. He holds the gaze of each member before his eyes finally land on Namjoon, giving him an encouraging nod to continue.

“The other thing…” He pauses. His grip on Jungkook’s hands tighten, worried about his omega’s reaction to their other piece of news. “Sejin hyung-nim came by a couple of days ago. He wanted to make us aware of a leak at the company.” He feels Jungkook tense up at the mention of a leak. “Someone in the company leaked an edited audio recording of the emergency meeting held to discuss your presentation.” At this point, everyone can see Jungkook shaking.

“What exactly got leaked?” Jungkook asks, his words slow and his tone measured. His hyungs recognize this speech pattern as one Jungkook only uses when he is trying not to get mad. Namjoon takes a deep breath before continuing.

“The fact that you were presenting as an omega was leaked, as well as my proposal that the group help you through it. The rest was just me yelling and storming out of the meeting.” Namjoon waits for Jungkook to cry, or scream, or hit the table, or do anything. Instead, Jungkook just sits in his chair and processes the information for a couple minutes. When he lifts his head, the members don’t see anger in his eyes, but they do find insecurity.

“What do we do hyungs?” Jungkook asks, looking around for guidance from all his other members. For the first time in many years, the members don’t see big and strong global superstar Jungkook in front of them, but instead see the young boy who they first met a decade ago, standing alone and frightened in their doorway. Namjoon reaches out and pulls Jungkook into his lap and rubs the maknae’s back, trying to comfort him.

“The company wants us to deny, say that the audio was taken out of context. They want me to apologize for the outburst.” Namjoon says.

“But” Hobi chimes in, “We don’t want to do that. We want to stand by what happened. We want to stand with Namjoon. But we also don’t want to push you to do anything you are uncomfortable with.” He reaches across the table and pats Jungkook’s back reassuringly.

“I don’t know what I want to do.” Jungkook says. “I think I need some time. This is a big decision for me – for all of us.” The others hum their agreement.

“Take all the time you need Kookie.” Jin says from his spot. “Why don’t you go get some rest, sleep on it and see if you come up with anything tomorrow morning.” Jin’s soothing linen scent makes its way into Jungkook's nose and starts to relax him, making him sleepy.

“Ok.” Jungkook mumbles. “Alpha please take me to bed.” Namjoon laughs at the boy in lap, endeared by his neediness. He stands up with his baby boy in his arms and walks him back to bed, saying his good nights to the other members on his way. Namjoon closes the door behind them, turns off his lights and lays down in bed with Jungkook. He plays with the younger’s hair as he falls asleep.

“Hyung?” He hears from next to him, looking down into Jungkook’s eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Namjoon says back automatically.

“No matter what?” Jungkook asks.

“Absolutely no matter what.” Namjoon replies, his heart breaking a little bit at the question. He pulls Jungkook into his chest and closes his eyes, ready to be there for whatever Jungkook decides in the morning.

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Jungkook has a hard time sleeping that night. His mind races with all the possibilities of the future; what his career could become, what his relationship with Namjoon could become, everything the future could possibly entail. Then he thinks about how it could be entirely ruined by whatever decision he makes.

If he denies the truth, he could irreparably damage his relationship with the group by making them out to be liars and Namjoon by making him look emotional and out of control. And even then, it’s not guaranteed that his career would survive intact; meaning there is a chance he could ruin his entire life with this lie.

If he doesn’t deny what happened, there is a chance the company could dump the entire group and force them to step down as shareholders. Just because they are the reason that HYBE is successful doesn’t mean they are impervious to the rage of their corporate bosses. It could also become a huge scandal not only in general culture but among their fans too. They know there are young people out there whose feelings towards them are very romantic and by the members becoming entangled with each other, this will alienate those people.

The uncertainty of the future for not only himself but his hyungs weighs heavily on Jungkook’s mind. He does eventually fall asleep, his mind and body still entirely worn out from his heat, but the last thing he thinks is “What the hell am I going to do?”

…………………….

Namjoon wakes up the next day with Jungkook sleeping heavily next to him. The boy’s face looks serene in sleep but the dark circles under his eyes tell Namjoon that he had been awake the majority of the night. He smooths back Jungkook’s hair and the younger snuggles into his hand, sighing softly into Namjoon’s embrace. Namjoon knows the younger has a lot to think about and is probably feeling a lot of pressure and if he could, he would take all the pressure away. He wants to scoop Jungkook up and protect him from the world but he knows that this is a decision Jungkook will have to come to on his own.

After another half hour of just holding his baby, Namjoon gets up and gets in the shower. The hot water relaxes his muscles and the pitter patter of the droplets allows his mind to wander. He pictures the life he could live after all this drama dies down; he and Jungkook could settle down together, maybe start a family someday. The band will release this album and they could go on tour finally after years. The pack could finally spend some time bonding and establishing themselves and getting comfortable. The pleasant thoughts keep him in the shower for a long time, longer than he thought, before the situation at hand comes back to his mind. The stress he is causing his pack, especially his omega. Fear and guilt twists in his gut and he comes out of the bathroom and gets dressed before going out into the rest of the house.

Namjoon walks into the living room and flops down on top of Jin, who was already sitting on the coach. “Hyung” He whines. He curls up as small as he can, trying to place himself in the beta’s lap. “I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean?” Jin asks, rubbing Namjoon’s back. Though he is still not used to the vulnerability from the alpha, he tries to be as open and understanding as possible.

“I think I messed up really bad with this whole thing.” Namjoon says. “My actions are causing everyone so much stress. Jungkook looks like he was up all night worrying and I know all the other guys have been thinking a lot about it too. I just wish I could make it better for everyone.” He takes a shaky breath, trying not to allow tears to well up in his eyes.

“Namjoon-ah.” Jin starts, his voice soft and measured. “You did what you thought was right. We all agree with you. Even Jungkookie agrees with you, he’s just afraid. The most you can do now is just comfort Jungkook as he makes his decision.” Jin continues to run his fingers across the alpha’s back as he lays on his lap. Namjoon seems so deep inside his own thoughts that Jin doesn’t want to bother him further.

…………………….

Unknown to both of the men on the couch, Jungkook had been listening in from the doorway for the entire conversation. The scent of his distressed alpha had woken him up, his nose still sensitive enough that strong emotion bothered his brain. He followed Namjoon out of the room to the living room and was about to enter when he heard Namjoon confiding in Jin. Knowing that his stress was causing his alpha so much distress made him sad. He turned back to Namjoon’s room, determined to make up his mind by the time he returned.

Jungkook’s shower thoughts were bitter things, negative emotions and scary futures flitting across his mind quickly. He tries to calm himself down, having already kept himself up all night dwelling on the possible negative outcomes of whatever choice he makes. The one outcome that keeps sticking in his mind is losing Namjoon. If he chooses to deny what happens, that would also be putting blame on Namjoon for starting the rumor and many would see what their leader did as sabotage. He knows this could realistically ruin Namjoon’s life and career and would irreparably damage their relationship. If you asked Jungkook which he would rather lose, his career or his mate, he would give up the idol life in a heartbeat. He just hopes the other members won’t hate him for it.

When Jungkook emerges from the bathroom, he finds Namjoon lounging on the bed and reading a book as if he hadn’t practically broken down in Jin’s arms a half hour ago. “Hey there baby, I was wondering how long you’d be in there.” His tone is light and teasing, the picture of ease. Jungkook wonders how he pulled himself together so quickly, knowing he always needs an hour to himself after a breakdown. He walks over quietly and lays himself over his hyung. Namjoon puts down his book and wraps his arms around JK, “What’s wrong baby?” He asks softly.

Jungkook thinks very carefully about how to phrase his next question. “Do you think there is anything I could do to make you hate me?” Jungkook’s voice is barely above a whisper. He needs to gauge Namjoon’s reaction to this question carefully, not only as his mate but also his friend and his band member. He feels Namjoon turn his head down to look at him but he refuses to make eye contact.

“Well, I don’t think so. Speaking on a non criminal basis.” Namjoon answers, half joking. Jungkook feels a bit better but he still isn’t out of the woods quite yet. The real question weighing on his heart sat at the tip of his tongue but he wasn’t sure he had the courage to even mutter it. “But I think there is more to what you’re thinking than you are sharing with me.” Namjoon reads him too well for him to hide his intentions.

“Eve- “ His voice breaks, the question coming out ragged. Jungkook takes a deep breath and swallows before continuing. “Even if I wanted to tell the truth and the company makes us disband?” Jungkook isn’t even sure the entire question was audible. He was shaking furiously and unwanted tears fell from his eyes, not just because of the awful thoughts but also Namjoon might say he would hate him. Jungkook doesn’t want to spiral again, his mind already so worn from his almost meltdown in the shower. Maybe he should just play it off as a joke, laugh and act like he wasn’t worried about this after all. He-

“Even if the company acts like even bigger asses and disbands us over their own inaction, I would still love you.” Namjoon gives Jungkook a squeeze and kisses the top of his head. “I could smell your distress as soon as you turned off the shower. I knew there must have been something big on your mind, something big enough to completely overpower your scent. I’m just glad we can work this out ourselves.” Namjoon continues to stroke Jungkook’s back, trying to calm the omega down further. They sit in silence for several minutes before Namjoon asks, “So, you want to tell the company the truth?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and pauses for a moment. “Yeah, I think I do.” He looks up at Namjoon and sees the leader already staring down at him. He knows all his stress and worry must be written all over his face but the alpha doesn’t seem phased. He just stares down at the omega lovingly and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Jungkook feels loved and decides in the moment, “But I don’t want to do it by myself. I want everyone else there too. I want to tell them together.” He doesn’t plan his words before they spill out of his mouth but he knows they’re the truth.

“Of course sweetheart.” Namjoon replies. “We would never make you do this by yourself.” Namjoon brings Jungkook’s face up to his, looking him in the eyes. “We are a pack, we will deal with this as a pack.” He kisses the omega passionately, trying to spill all his love into the kiss. When they break apart, Jungkook chases after his lips, not ready for the kiss to end. “Come on baby. We need to tell the others and go to the company. We can’t put this off forever.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook responds, pouting.

Namjoon chuckles, “Yes bun, I’m sure.” He pats the younger on his butt, encouraging him to get up. Jungkook begrudgingly stands up and makes his way over to the door. “Where are you going?” Namjoon asks.

“Back to my room.” Jungkook responds. “I have to get dressed for the meeting, don’t I?” With that, he leaves the room, entirely naked, and makes his way back to his bedroom, passing Taehyung and Jimin in the kitchen. “Hey hyungs.” He says, casually walking past them.

“Hey.” They both call after him, staring at his back and ass as he retreats down the hallway. When he is gone they turn back towards where he came from to see Namjoon leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom. They make eye contact with him and he just laughs, shakes his head and joins them in the kitchen, waiting for Jungkook.

…………………….

With everyone gathered in the kitchen, Jungkook tells them all his decision. They agree to stand by him and support him in front of the CEO, the rest of the company and, if they must, the press. The Bangtan pack aren’t going to let anyone do something this difficult on their own, let alone their baby omega. As everyone else left to clean themselves up, Namjoon calls down for a van, the entire group insisting on riding together instead of taking two cars. The cars arrive about 25 minutes later, with Jimin only needing another 5 minutes to get ready before they are out of the door and on their way.

Jungkook seats himself on Namjoon’s lap for the drive over, to the protestations of the driver. He turns to face the other members, studying their faces. Yoongi looks relaxed as usual, Jin and Hoseok are busy on their phones and Jimin and Taehyung are whispering to each other, their nerves apparent on their faces. He picks at his fingernails anxiously until Namjoon grabs and holds his hands.

“Are you nervous baby?” Namjoon asks, rubbing his thumb across the omega’s knuckles. Jungkook nods, afraid if he speaks that his voice will break. “You’ll be okay, we’ll be okay… even if you don’t believe it right now. And even if you don’t feel okay, we’ll be here to comfort you.” Seeing that they are getting closer to the building, Namjoon starts to scent Jungkook aggressively, both to calm the omega down and to leave his scent claim on him.

Just as the van pulls up to the company, Namjoon separates himself from Jungkook’s scent gland with a final lick. The driver opens up the door and they all file out in front of the company, looking up at the imposing building. Jungkook lets out a shaky breath, looking to all the members for reassurance. With one final nod from his alpha, he starts walking to the front doors.

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As they approach the building, the looming structure itself triggers Jungkook’s claustrophobia. It feels like his responsibilities and future are weighing doubly on his shoulders all over again. He starts to tremble, a wave of anxiety crashing over him. “Are you okay bun?” Namjoon asks, putting his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder and pulling him into his side.

“Just nervous.” Jungkook responds, his voice shaking along with his body.

“Of course you are.” Namjoon responds, giving Jungkook a squeeze. “You already said that this feels like a lot of pressure on you. We are here to support you the entire time, but that doesn’t mean your body will stop being nervous. But if you need anything, let me know, ok?”

Jungkook turns to look at Namjoon and smiles at him. “Ok.” He says back quietly and continues making his way to the door, now marginally calmer.

Walking into the building, the group makes their way over to the reception desk. Luckily for the boys, the lobby is mostly empty, with just the receptionist and a security guard occupying the room. “Hello.” The receptionist greets them. “Is there anything I can help you all with?” He asks sweetly.

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it again, nervous. He licks at his dry lips, though his mouth feels dry too. He clears his throat and says, “We need to see Park Jiwon immediately please.” Jungkook’s words come out shaking, his body tremors coming back.

“Did you have an appointment?” the receptionist asks, clicking away on his computer. He looks back up at the group, a kind smile on his face.

“No,” Namjoon says from behind Jungkook. “But he did want to speak to us. We’d really appreciate it if you could call up, see if his secretary could get us in.” By the look on the receptionist's face, Jungkook can tell Namjoon is giving him one of his beautiful dimple smiles. A pang of jealousy hits Jungkook’s gut and he grits his teeth. From the small snickers he can hear behind him and the receptionist’s pointed look at him, he realizes that his scent is turning bitter with the emotion. Embarrassed, he turns around and hides behind the other members.

The receptionist clears his throat and avoids looking at Namjoon. “Of course, I’ll call up right away.” With that, the pack makes their way over to a little seating area in the corner. Jungkook’s face is still red from embarrassment when he seats himself in the very corner, trying to make himself appear smaller.

“You feeling a little jealous JK?” Taehyung teases him playfully, smiling down at him. The other members chuckle, including Namjoon, making Jungkook’s cheek burn even hotter.

“Shut up.” He says quietly, punching Tae’s arm softly. Taehyung rubs his arm and sits next to Jungkook, hugging him tight. Jungkook melts back into his hyung, taking all the physical comfort he can, trying to melt his anxiety away. The rest of the tension melts out of his shoulders when Taehyung begins to scent him; JK starts to feel drunk off of his whiskey scent, soft purrs emanating from his chest. The rest of the pack sits around them, quietly talking amongst themselves and watching the maknaes fondly.

…………………….

After what feels like forever, the receptionist calls them back over to the front desk. “Mr. Park will see you now.” The receptionist casts one quick glance at them but upon meeting Jungkook’s eyes he looks back down at his computer. The group turns away and makes their way to the elevator.

“I think you scared him Kook.” Yoongi says. Jungkook turns to look at his hyung and sees that he has a small, amused smile on his face.

“Are you making fun of me hyung?” Jungkook asks, a little peeved at the teasing.

“Of course not.” Yoongi replies. Then, throwing his arm over the omega’s shoulder, “In fact, I think it’s pretty hot. Our little omega getting territorial and all.” Jungkook’s cheeks go red, flustered by the comment. Having seen a little of what Yoongi likes, it doesn’t surprise him that animalistic instincts turn him on. Jungkook thinks it might turn him on too.

“He’s the one who said pack first,” Jimin chimes in from Jungkook’s other side, grabbing his hand. “Of course he’s territorial.” Jungkook hangs his head, entirely embarrassed yet again.

“Give him a break guys.” Namjoon says. “We don’t want Park Jiwon-ssi to smell just how embarrassed he is… or how horny Yoongi is.” Everyone bursts out laughing except for Jungkook and Yoongi, though they do crack small smiles across their red faces.

The elevator ride up to the CEO's office feels like it takes 100 years and no time at all. The boys have so little time to prepare that the bell ringing and the door opening makes their hearts stop. Namjoon, as nervous as he is, holds his chin up high and makes his way towards the secretary’s desk. The rest of the group follows him, some more confident than others, and the most meek of all being Jungkook.

Jungkook feels like his entire body is covered in sweat; his forehead, his palms, the soles of his feet. He doesn’t remember a time that he has been this nervous in maybe his entire life. His career, the decade of work that he has put into it, his fans and members, who he loves so much; all of it could be gone in a matter of minutes. Suddenly it feels as if a wave has crashed over him, pinning him to the ocean floor. His vision starts to narrow and breathing starts to feel laborious. Jungkook sways on his feet, gasping for air when a hand grasps his arm, keeping him from collapsing. He is led to a seat and forced to sit, hands holding his face.

“Jungkook,” he hears, but the voice sounds strange, almost like someone is talking underwater. “Bun, look at me please.” The hands move his face so he is looking at the person in front of him. Namjoon. His Namjoon is sitting right in front of him but his arms feel so heavy that he can’t reach out for him. “Baby, I need you to try to breathe for me.” Breathe? He is breathing, though air only enters his lungs in quick, short gasps. “Deep breaths baby. In, out, in out.” He tries to follow Namjoon's instructions, successfully slowing his breathing down. “Good job bun.” Namjoon moves to grab his hand. “Squeeze my hand. Feel me. I’m right here.” Jungkook feels like he’s squeezing a boulder. “Good job baby. Just keep breathing and squeezing my hand.”

After a couple minutes, Namjoon is able to get Jungkook calm enough to talk to. “Are you ok baby?” He asks, voice thick with emotion.

“Joonie hyung?” Jungkook whispers. His throat feels too dry and his head hurts. “What happened?”

“Oh baby.” Namjoon hugs Jungkook close to his chest. “I think you had a panic attack, and a pretty bad one by the looks of it.” Jungkook had never had a panic attack like that before. And if he can help it, he never wants to have another one ever again. He takes a minute to breathe before separating himself from Namjoon and standing up.

Jungkook turns to the secretary and says, “Can we speak to Jiwon-ssi now?” He turns back to Namjoon. “Not knowing what’s going to happen is killing me. I want this to be over now.” Namjoon puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes reassuringly.

The secretary clears her throat and nods. “Yes, Park Jiwon-ssi is ready to see you now.” She makes her way over to the door, waiting for the members to approach before opening it.

“Jungkook, are you okay?” Jin asks. The other members all look at him expectant and also worriedly.

Jungkook nods. “I’m okay now. I don’t really want to talk about it now, maybe can we do this later? I just think it would be better if we settle this now.” The other members look hesitant but nod, Namjoon reassuring them that it’s okay. Jungkook takes a deep breath and walks towards the door, turning and looking back at his pack. “Are you guys coming?”

…………………….

The tension in the office feels thick enough to cut with a knife. Awkward silence surrounded the group as they sat, waiting for Park Jiwon to start the conversation. If their CEO had any situational awareness, he may anticipate that things are not going to go his way, lest his silence. After what feels like a half hour, but is closer to 30 seconds, Jiwon coughs. “So, gentlemen, seeing as you have come to see me, I take it that you have come to a conclusion regarding your…. situation.”

Jungkook swallows thickly, “Yes sir. We have.” He says this as loudly as he can muster, though it still comes out softly and conveys the anxiety that he is feeling.

Jiwon shoots him a look. “Jeon Jungkook. You have caused enough trouble for your group. I expect the more mature and rational members of your group to respond to my questions.”

Jungkook feels as though he has been punched in the gut. He has always had a good relationship with Park Jiwon before this so the sudden chastising and hostility from the CEO shocks and hurts him. Tears start stinging his eyes and his vision blurs from holding back the tears.

Within seconds, the room is flooded with scents so strong you could practically taste them, every one of them tinged with anger. A roaring fire, a lightning storm, rotting cloth, a usually sweet vanilla gone sour. But above all, the scent of forest fire rears most prominently.

“You will not talk to him like that.” Namjoon growls through gritted teeth. Jin grabs Namjoon’s arm, both to calm him down and to keep him from lunging at Jiwon. Namjoon turns to Jin and gives him a small nod, his scent calming, though only a bit.

Jiwon sits in his chair, fear being replaced by curiosity. He carefully observes the group, how they interact with each other and, maybe for the first time, takes in their mixed scents. A wicked smile breaks across his face. “Oh, so you’ve decided you’re a little pack.” He laughs. “Who told you we’d allow that?”

“We aren’t asking for permission.” Namjoon replies coldly. The CEO looks at him and grits his teeth.

Jiwon points at Jungkook, “First you fucked up our comeback schedule, losing the company profit, and now you’ve seduced your band mates. They’re so pussy whipped for you that they are going to destroy this company. And for what, so you can whore around?”

Namjoon leaps up, standing between Jiwon and Jungkook. The omega sits behind him, sobbing and shaking. “If you say another word to my omega I will tear you apart.”

“Your omega?” Jiwon laughs. “Oh he got to you the worst of all. Bang SiHyuk chose you to lead because he thought you could be rational, but he was wrong. You’re just as weak as the rest of your group, falling for anybody that will let you fuck them.”

Namjoon suppresses his rage, looking directly at Jiwon. “I’m not going to sit here and let you abuse my group. If you have such a problem with us being a pack, you can fire us. But we are the biggest band in the world. You will lose all of the profits we bring in and we can get picked up by a new label before you can drag your sorry ass to our dorm and beg us to come back. The company will flounder without us, even with all the other groups. Our work pays your salary, be fucking grateful. And don’t forget that we are major shareholders in the company and we won’t step down. I will personally ruin you in this company and this industry. When you decide to pull your head out of your ass, you can call our manager.” Namjoon turns to his pack and ushers them out of the office, picking Jungkook up and carrying him out himself.

They ignore the secretary on the way to the elevator and make their way quickly through the building. An angry silence follows them around like a cloud, discouraging anyone from approaching them. Once they reach the lobby, Jin calls for their car. The group retreats back to the corner they were sitting in earlier, waiting impatiently for their car. In the chaos on the way to the lobby, Namjoon had managed to pick Jungkook up and was holding him in his lap, JK’s legs wrapped around his lower back. Jimin and Taehyung were sitting next to each other, their legs tangled and Jimin rubbing Taehyung’s back as he fights back angry tears. Jin and Hoseok are crowding around Yoongi, keeping him from marching back up to the CEOs office to verbally harass him again.

Namjoon is hyper aware of their surroundings and knows that people are staring at the pack, all over each other right in the lobby of the building. He turns his head to fully observe the lobby and sees the receptionist at his desk, trying his best not to look, and several sharp dressed alphas, likely managers, are entering the building with coffees. As he’s looking out of the glass walls of the lobby, Namjoon sees seval taxis pull up and people with large cameras get out, scanning the building. His scent spikes as he makes eye contact with a photographer outside, the man’s face lighting up and he lifts his camera quickly.

“Guys,” Namjoon’s voice is full of panic. “We gotta go.”

“The car isn’t here yet Joonie.” Jin replies, not taking his eyes off Yoongi, still fearing his wrath.

“No, we need to go now.” Namjoon responds urgently. “Follow me to the bathrooms, we’ll wait there.” He stands up and starts making his way to the bathrooms which are luckily only a couple meters away.

“Why are we moving?” Yoongi asks, wanting to channel his energy into anything.

“Just keep your head down and keep moving.” Namjoon holds open the door as the others file in. As soon as they are all inside, Namjoon shuts the door and stands in front of it. “Bun,” He says to Jungkook. “Yoongi hyung is going to hold onto you for a little bit, okay?” Jungkook nods into his neck and unwinds his legs from around Namjoon. He takes two steps over to Yoongi before the alpha lifts him up, holding him the same way Namjoon had been only moments prior.

“I need you all to wait here, I’ll be right back.” Namjoon says calmly before exiting the bathroom. He walks straight over to the receptionist, face serious. He approaches the desk and tries to ignore the cameras outside.

“Did you call them?” He asks the receptionist. The receptionist looks at him, startled. Namjoon, running out of patience quickley again asked, “Did you call them?”

The receptionist sets his face into a hard expression, not taking kindly to Namjoon’s attitude. “No, I didn’t.” He replies. “Did you?”

Namjoon frowns deeply at the man and sighs, “Please just find a way to make them leave. And don’t let them inside the building.” With that, he turns back towards the bathrooms and walks away from the desk.

Upon him entering the bathroom, six pairs of eyes turn to look at Namjoon. The other members still seem thoroughly confused as to what is going on, meaning it is unlikely any of the photos have been published yet. With that at least bringing a little comfort to the leader, he takes a deep breath and starts to explain the whole situation to the other boys.

“Before I tell you all anything, I want you to try to keep calm. This isn’t a big deal and I’m handling it.” Namjoon starts, wringing his hands together.

“For god’s sake Joon-ah, please just tell us what's happening.” Jin says from where he stands pressed up against the wall.

Namjoon steadies himself and proceeds. “There are a bunch of photographers outside… and they are definitely trying to get photos of us all.” Namjoon closes his eyes and waits for the other members to begin yelling.

“Okay.” Yoongi says. “And what do we want to do about it?”

His hyung’s calm words shock Namjoon. He opens his eyes and sees the others looking contemplative and maybe a little worried but not angry. He feels massive relief flood him. Of course his pack won’t be upset with him, they know this isn’t his fault. His chest blooms with warmth at the knowledge that the members continue to have his back during this hard time.

Taehyung speaks up for the first time since they were in the lobby earlier in the morning, “Well, now we have a better idea of who the leak is.” The other members turn to look at him stunned. “Only five people knew we were here today. And if we think about timing, if the receptionist had called when we came in, the photographers would have already been here by the time we got back to the lobby. The same would apply to the coffee people when we were first in the lobby. My bet is that it’s either Park Jiwon-ssi or his secretary.”

The others nod along, everything Taehyung says makes sense. The timing would point to one of them. Further than that, they had both been present for the initial meeting where the audio recording leaked. As they are all contemplating which is more likely to actually leak the info, Jin’s phone pings.

“The car is here.” He says, checking his phone. “They’re waiting around the back of the company. How do we want to get there?”

“I was thinking maybe we walk.” Jimin teases, and Hoseok immediately gives his shoulder a light punch. “Ow, I was joking.” He laughs. The others join in his laughter.

Still laughing, Yoongi says, “Fuck it. We just walk through the lobby to the rear door. We don’t look at the photographers and we don’t act scared or intimidated.” The others nod and follow Yoongi’s lead, who, still carrying Jungkook, leaves the bathroom and walks calmly to the back of the building, then exiting Hybe and stepping into the car. As they all pile into the car, Jungkook makes his way back to Namjoon, settling into his lap and scenting his alpha, trying to erase the residual stress still lingering in his scent.

“Thank you baby.” Namjoon says, petting the back of Jungkook’s head and leaning back in his seat for the ride back to the dorm.

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The ride back to the dorm is awkward. The members try for a little while to act as if nothing has happened, as if everything was still normal. When that fails, the car falls silent. The mood drops, all earlier humor they found dissipating as time passes. Consciously, they know the photos of them at Hybe have probably been released by now but they push the thought off as long as possible. The stress from these thoughts creates a tense atmosphere in the car, making the members glad when the ride is over.

Back at the dorm, Jungkook and Namjoon make their way into the alpha’s bedroom, thoroughly exhausted by the events of the day. Jungkook walks into the room first, collapsing face down onto the bed and letting out a long sigh. Namjoon continues standing in the doorway, looking at his omega.

“Stop staring at my ass and come cuddle me.” Jungkook says into the blankets though the muffled sentence is clearly aimed at Namjoon. Namjoon chuckles and takes off his jacket before sitting at the head of the bed and beckoning Jungkook up to him.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Namjoon asks, petting Jungkook’s hair as the younger lays on his chest. Jungkook just grumbles into Namjoon's chest and shrinks in on himself before Namjoon grabs him by his shoulders and sits them both up, him against the headboard and Jungkook on his lap. “What’s wrong? I want you to use your words, love.”

“Is this my fault?” He asks. “The way the CEO treated us, the way the media is talking about us, the photos in the lob-” Jungkook’s eyes grow wide and he reaches for his phone. “The photos in the lobby. They must be up by now. I have to see what’s happening.” Jungkook is already opening Naver by the time Namjoon thinks to stop him. Jungkook lets out a loud gasp. “Look at this! My back looks so sad.”

Jungkook holds up the phone to Namjoon’s face, way too close to actually see anything. Namjoon grabs the phone and holds it away from his face to take in the image. The first picture shown is the group sitting around, not yet having spotted the camera. Jungkook’s back does look sad though his face is not in the view of the camera from where he is sitting on Joon’s lap. Besides Jungkook’s sadness, anger is apparent from every other member in the photo. Namjoon swipes through a couple more photos, sees himself see the cameras, though not this specific camera, and the group makes their way out of frame.

“I mean if you look sad everyone else looks pissed.” Namjoon says, trying to lighten the mood. “I mean I’m basically steaming, I’m so mad. Then when I see the camera, I think I look shocked, then scared.” He looks down at Jungkook, meeting his eyes that are already trained on him. “You aren’t the only one having a hard time today. You can rely on us.” He leans down and presses a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead.

“Can you see what they’re saying about us?” Jungkook asks meekly.

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea, love. I mean, do you really want to know?” Namjoon asks, already knowing that most of the comments are likely to be negative. “Maybe we should just let it sit for now. Check it out later, as a group.” He continues to rub the younger’s back. He’s worried for Jungkook not only as his leader, but as his mate as well. If the comments are as vicious as he is imagining them to be, he’s not sure his tenderhearted Kookie would be able to handle them. He knows how strong the younger is, but there is already so much weighing on him already that piling more and more on top of it will break the boy eventually.

Jungkook sits up suddenly. He wipes his face almost like he was just waking up. “You’re right. Of course, you’re right. I’m just…” he pauses and wrings his hands together. “I’m so terrified that I ruined everything.” Jungkook’s shoulders sag inwards and his head hangs down in shame. “What if PD-nim was right? I mean if I had just controlled myself, we wouldn’t have to deal with all of this. This is all my fault.” At that, the fear he had felt in the office with Park Jiwon once again overtakes him and he starts to sob. He falls into Namjoon’s chest, craving warmth and comfort.

Namjoon takes a second to compose himself before speaking. “This has never been and will never be your fault. First, you have no control over your biology. You didn’t know you’d present as an omega, let alone this late. You had no reason to know that was happening. And second, if anything, this is my fault. I decided that we as a group would handle this ourselves. I lost my temper in the meeting. I went into a room with an omega I was attracted to in the throes of his first heat. If you are going to blame anyone, blame me. But I don’t regret it. Not even for a second. I love you and this was my awakening to you and us together. I will never regret that now that I have you.”

Jungkook looks up at Namjoon, tears still pooling in his eyes and running down his face. There is a rush of emotion across his face before he presses his lips against his hyung’s. “I love you.” He pours himself into the kiss; all the fear and anger and sadness he feels. He also pours his love and joy and gratefulness into the kiss, tears drying as the kiss deepens. He opens his mouth, welcoming Namjoon’s tongue, tasting his hyung as he explores his mouth.

As Namjoon pulls away, Jungkook stares at him and Namjoon sees the same twinkle in his eye that little 13-year-old Jungkook had the first time they met. Namjoon smiles and kisses the younger on his cheeks, then his forehead, then his nose before landing a peck on his lips. “Jungkook, I love you. I want to love you forever if you let me. Will you let me? Will you be my mate?” Namjoon asks. Usually, a question like this would have the leader’s voice shaking and his heart racing from nerves, but Namjoon knows Jungkook. He knows the younger loves him just as much and that knowledge calms his mind. He hopes his eyes look just as hopeful as he looks at Jungkook as the omega did when he first joined the group.

“Joonie hyung, my love, I would love to be with you forever.” Jungkook kisses Namjoon but quickly pulls away. “But maybe before we think of mating, you could take me on a real date first?” Jungkook’s cheeks go pink and he giggles as the alpha flushes red and groans.

Namjoon, though embarrassed, puts on a nonchalant tone. “Okay, maybe I got ahead of myself but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go easily.” He nips at Jungkook’s throat playfully causing the younger to squeal.

“Yeah? Not going to let me go?” Jungkook asks.

“Never.” Namjoon says leaning in to scent his omega. Jungkook relaxes, enjoying the scenting and leans in to scent his hyung as well. Jungkook thoroughly scents his hyung before kissing over his throat and face. As he continues sucking marks into the alpha’s neck, Namjoon lets his head fall back against the headboard and closes his eyes, basking in the attention. Jungkook kisses his way up to Namjoon’s ear, whispering into it. “If you want me alpha…” he plants a kiss on Namjoon’s cheek. “You’ll have to catch me.”

And with that, Jungkook springs off the bed and takes off running towards the door, throwing it open and disappearing down the hall in a fit of giggles. Namjoon sits on the bed, smiling and hearing the omega’s sweet laughter. With everything going on recently, the maknae’s laughter had become scarce. Hearing it again just confirms what Namjoon already knew, he was completely smitten with the boy and now he can’t imagine living without him. Finally pushing himself up off the bed, he follows the sweet peals of laughter to go catch his omega.

…………………….

The group had just finished dinner and were settling into comfortable silence when Jin brings up what everyone had been thinking all day. “Should we check what the news is saying about us?” Seokjin says it in his usual lighthearted tone, as if he was just asking if they should watch a movie instead of learning how the public reception to them being seen romantically linked is. The eldest hyung walks over to the couch and plops down, turning back to look at the boys at the table. “Are you guys planning to join me or am I doing this myself?”

With Jin’s playful chiding, everyone else makes their way over to the couch, crowding together and cuddling up on the couch. Jin reaches for the remote and turns on the television, everybody bracing themselves for absolute vitriol spewed their way. Jin speaks into the remote “BTS News” and waits for results. Immediately, the search results stand out with sensational titles: “BTS Form Pack and Leave Hybe” “BTS Jungkook Spotted Covered in Hickies and Sitting in RM’s Lap” “Jungkook Presents as Omega and RM Demands to Take Care of Him”.

“Oh god.” Jungkook groans and flops back against Namjoon’s chest. “Did they have to highlight the hickies like that?!” He cries, pointing at the thumbnail with his neck in a giant red circle, showing off the brightly bruised marks on his neck.

“Oh, Jungkookie, are you embarrassed?” Jimin teases from the other side of the couch. “Did you not like it when hyungs gave you those hickies? I remember someone enjoying himself even more when his hyungs sucked those marks into his neck.” Jimin giggles and dodges the pillow Jungkook chucks at his head.

“Hyung!” Jungkook whines. “Don’t tease me.” Jungkook turns around to bury his face in Namjoon’s chest. “Alpha, make them stop.”

Jungkook’s whiny voice and clearly flushed face are incredibly endearing to the rest of the group and Namjoon laughs before looking at Jimin… then at Taehyung. “Well, if I remember correctly, someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself and was already fooling around with his bandmate before this even started.”

As soon as the words leave Namjoon’s mouth, Jimin and Tae go beet red and look at each other and then anywhere but the other members. Everyone bursts into laughter, finding comfort in the fact that they can just be themselves with each other. The public may have different feelings about them, but they all love and care for each other and that’s enough for them.

Yoongi speaks up from his little corner of the couch where he was tucked away with his phone. “In most of the videos and the articles, armys are defending us. It seems like most of them either don’t care or aren’t surprised.” Yoongi looks at the group and smiles, his eyes watering with tears for the first time in a long time. “That seems pretty good, right?” Just as the tears fall from Yoongi’s eyes, Jungkook launches himself at his hyung and cuddles up to him, snuggling up on his lap. “Thank you, bun.” Yoongi says, pressing a kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook pulls back and kisses Yoongi, lips and tongues moving in sync.

Jungkook turns around in order to straddle Yoongi’s lap, slinging his arms around his hyung’s neck and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Yoongi grabs onto Jungkook's waist, pulling him more firmly into his lap and pushes his tongue more forcefully into the boy's mouth. Jungkook lets out airy little moans as Yoongi’s grip on his waist gets more forceful and starts to rock his hips down against the older man’s.

Yoongi pulls back from the kiss to look at Jungkook, whose cheeks were already growing pink from arousal. “Oh baby,” Yoongi groans. “You’re so cute. Hyung loves you so much.” Yoongi presses kisses the omega’s face and neck, finding unmarred areas on his neck to leave lovebites of his own, drawing more sweet moans from the boy underneath him.

“I love you too hyungie.” Jungkook says, voice airy as he continues to pant. His moans pitch up as Yoongi’s hands slip inside his shirt, feeling his skin before pulling the clothing off, exposing his chest to the room. Yoongi’s fingers rub at his nipples as the older kisses his way down his neck. “Oh hyung ‘m sensitive there.” He moans loudly, squirming in Yoongi’s lap.

Yoongi chuckles, coming face to face with Jungkook’s chest. “Oh bun, such a sensitive boy. Hyungs gonna take such good care of you.” He plants kisses across the maknae’s collarbones and begins to suck marks across his chest, occasionally kissing over and sucking on his nipples. He can feel Jungkook grinding down against his cock and decides not to tease Jungkook or himself anymore.

Jungkook is lifted up and flipped over, finding himself on his back on the couch with Yoongi hovering over him. Yoongi hooks his hands under his own shirt and drags it off before reaching for Jungkook’s pants. The younger just watches as Yoongi undoes his button and zipper before lifting his hips to help shimmy his pants off. “Good boy.” Yoongi mumbles, quiet enough that Jungkook almost doesn’t hear it. Once Jungkook is bare beneath him, Yoongi strips off his own pants, the garment joining the rest of their clothing on the floor.

The elder man leans down and connects their lips again. As opposed to his previous actions, the kiss is lazy and slow. It is still passionate but closer to a smoldering fire pit than a raging house fire. Yoongi’s scent matches the tenderness of the moment, combining with Jungkook’s to make a grilled, smoky apple scent; something that reminds Jungkook of a summertime barbeque. Happy memories fill his mind and he melts further into the couch and the alpha on top of him.

Yoongi brings his fingers to Jungkook’s hole which had started to leak sweet-tangy smelling slick. He coats his fingers in the slick before pressing one into the boy. “Sweetheart,” Yoongi says. “Relax. Open up for me.” Jungkook lets his legs fall open, making more room for his hyung and relaxes as well as he can. Yoongi’s fingers continue to be drenched with slick as the omega’s hole continues to leak as he stretches him. Working another finger in, Yoongi continues stretching the boy’s hole, getting him ready to take his cock. Once he has 3 fingers comfortably inside and Jungkook is panting and moaning, begging for more, Yoongi pulls his fingers out and lines his cock up with the younger’s hole.

“I’m going to put it in, bun.” Yoongi warns the younger. “I love you.” He says once again as he sinks into the omega. Jungkook lets out a loud moan as Yoongi fills him up. Overcome by the sensation and the emotional connection he feels with his hyung, Jungkook wraps his legs around Yoongi’s waist and his arms around the alpha’s neck and pulls him closer. The alpha looks at the younger boy and presses kisses all over his face, enjoying the sweet and loving situation they are currently in.

As Yoongi begins to move, tears escape Jungkook’s eyes. “I love you.” He whispers to his hyung. He truly loves his pack and is eternally grateful for him. He had caused them trouble on more occasions than he could count but they always continued to support him and take care of him without doubting him. The warm feeling in his chest allows the warmth in his belly to grow, bringing him closer to his release. After a couple minutes in which Yoongi continues to gently thrust into him, Jungkook comes untouched all over his stomach with a quiet sob.

Seeing the boy under him reach his peak pushes Yoongi closer to his own orgasm. What makes him even closer is Jungkook pulling Yoongi to lay on top of him, whispering in his hyung’s ear, “Hold me. I wanna feel you hold me tight.” The vulnerability and trust from the younger are incredibly endearing and makes Yoongi’s heart skip a beat. Yoongi melts into the omega, kissing the side of his face from where he is lying against him and grinds into the boy slowly. He quite enjoys the slow relaxed pace they are going at and wants to keep going for a little longer.

Yoongi’s back is covered with a thin layer of sweat as he rolls his hips slowly. The tight heat of the omega and the whimpers as the boy gets overstimulated drives a primal part of him to knot the boy. Yoongi leans up and whispers in Jungkook’s ear, “Can I knot you sweet boy?” Jungkook nods enthusiastically, squeezing around the alpha’s cock inside of him. Yoongi’s knot expands as he grinds inside the boy, spilling into him and locking them together as they come down from their orgasms.

…………………….

Namjoon watches from his place on the couch, heat growing in groin from seeing his omega being handled by another alpha. As Jungkook and Yoongi’s scents swell and combine, Namjoon tries hard to maintain a calm scent so as not to interrupt their moment. The glances that he continues to get from Jimin and the sweet scent of the omega marking the air lets him know he isn't as successful as he would like. Namjoon meets Jimin’s eyes when he peeks over again and raises an eyebrow, challenging Jimin to make a move. Upon seeing the look in Namjoon’s eyes, a shiver runs down Jimin’s spine and he drops his head in submission.

Jimin rises from his spot on the couch and walks over to Namjoon before kneeling in front of the leader. “Can I help you with that, alpha?” Jimin says, nodding towards Namjoon’s crotch where his dick was beginning to grow hard. Namjoon glances back over at Jungkook and Yoongi and, seeing the two wholly absorbed in each other, trains his gaze back on Jimin.

“Oh, you want to help me, baby? Do you think you can handle that?” Joon teases the omega. By the growing scent of vanilla icing in the air, he could tell the younger was already dripping slick into his pants. Namjoon moves his foot to press between Jimin’s thighs and can feel the omega’s cock under the arch of his foot.

“Yes hyung. Wanna make hyung feel good.” Jimin whines, grabbing onto Namjoon’s foot and grinding up into it. Namjoon presses his foot down harder, causing Jimin to whine and grind up against him harder.

“Make yourself come with my foot. If you can be a good boy and do that, then maybe I’ll let you touch me.” Namjoon says, channeling all the frustration he’s felt about the company into taking care of Jimin.

Following the alpha’s orders, Jimin rolls his hips faster up into Namjoon’s foot, chasing his release. He was already throbbing from the pure dominance emanating off the alpha as well as the swelling scent of pine trees in the air. High whines and pants spill from his throat as his peak grows closer and closer. Just as he’s about to topple over the edge, he feels someone wrap their hand around his throat.

“Jiminie, be a good boy and come for hyungs. Don’t make us wait.” Hoseok whispers into his ear, biting at the earlobe and trailing kisses and bites down his neck, marking the omega’s skin. Spurred on by Namjoon curling his toes around the head of his cock and Hobi’s cocky attitude, staring down his nose at the omega. Jimin gives one last hard thrust up against Namjoon’s foot before spilling all over it.

He slumps forward, trying to catch his breath after his orgasm, though the peace doesn’t last long. Once again, Hoseok’s presence behind Jimin is made clear, this time by pulling him back against his chest by a strong grip in his hair. “It wasn’t very nice of you to just leave your mess on Joonie, was it?” Hoseok taunts as Namjoon lifts his foot into Jimin’s view, showing his cum dripping down the arch. “I think he should clean you up himself, don’t you think Namjoon-ah?”

A smirk spreads across Namjoon’s face as he speaks, “I agree. Jimin-ah,” His hyung saying his name draws Jimin’s attention to his face. “Be a good boy and lick your cum off of my foot.” Finishing his sentence, Namjoon moves his foot closer to the boy’s face.

Still bleary from his orgasm, Jimin leans forward and drags his tongue up the arch of his hyung’s foot. Closing his mouth, he swallows, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste of himself. Jimin continues licking up his hyung’s foot, sucking his toes into his mouth and pushing his tongue between them so he doesn’t waste even a drop of his semen. Hoseok uses his grip on Jimin’s hair to keep the omega in place, not allowing him to pull back until he’s finished. As Jimin pulls back a final time, moaning at the final taste of himself, Hoseok pulls the boy to his feet before pushing him so he’s sitting in Namjoon’s lap on the coach.

“Get comfortable baby,” Hoseok says from behind him. “Joonie and I are going to wreck you.” Hobi’s hands reach down and pull Jimin’s shirt over his head while Namjoon reaches down to unbutton and unzip his pants.

“Lift your hips up for me Jimin,” Namjoon says, kissing the omega’s cheek. “I gotta get these pants off of you if you want us to fuck you.” Jimin whines but complies, lifting his hips and helping to shuffle his pants and briefs down his legs before kicking them off his ankles. While Jimin is still sitting up on his knees, Namjoon pushes his pants and boxer briefs off, freeing his hard cock. Jimin paws at his shirt, wanting the alpha beneath him just as naked as himself.

Once Namjoon pulls his shirt over his head, Jimin leans forward and kisses his hyung. Namjoon grabs the back of Jimin’s neck and tilts the omega’s head, getting him in a better position to deepen the kiss. Biting into the omega’s lip, Namjoon forces Jimin’s mouth open so he can shove his tongue inside, exploring the younger’s mouth for the first time. After plundering Jimin’s mouth, Namjoon begins to kiss down the pale column of the omega’s throat, leaving his own hickies on the beautiful boy.

The two are tangled up with each other when they hear Hoseok from in front of the couch. “I’m going to get Jimin prepped and ready for your cock Joon-ah, then I’ll get you ready for him.” Hobi drops to his knees behind the omega, coming face to face with his dripping wet hole. He runs his fingers through the slick that has dripped down Jimin’s crack and onto his thighs, getting his fingers thoroughly lubricated and pressing two into the omega’s waiting hole. Jimin moans into Namjoon’s mouth at the intrusion but opens into easily, allowing Hoseok to slip in a third finger after only a minute.

The squelching sound coming from his body makes Jimin’s cheeks flush pink. He pulls away from Namjoon’s mouth, panting for breath. The alpha under him bends down and licks over his nipple at the same time the beta behind him adds a fourth finger inside of him. The attack on his nipple only lasts for another minute before Namjoon is pulling back and letting out a throaty moan. Jimin turns around to see what is happening behind him only to be met by the sight of Hoseok deepthroating the alpha’s cock as he continues to finger Jimin. The sight of the beta pleasuring Namjoon causes Jimin to moan as he continues watching.

Hoseok pulls off with a pop after several minutes. “Turn around and look at alpha, Jimin. I want you to look at him as he fucks you.” With a shiver running down his spine, Jimin turns around and meets Namjoon’s eyes as he prepares to be fucked. “Lift your hips up, let me line him up with your dripping cunt.” The omega whines as Hoseok’s fingers leave him but he lifts himself up and waits for the beta to line the alpha’s cock up with his hole. “Don’t go easy on him Joon-ah.” Is the last thing Hoseok says before lining up Namjoon’s cock with Jimin’s hole and letting the omega sink down on it.

Jimin lets out a loud, drawn-out moan as he sinks down on Namjoon’s cock. It’s the biggest he’s taken in a while, maybe ever. The pleasure and slight pain of the stretch have his nerve endings on fire, making everything extra sensitive. The increased sensitivity makes it all the more pleasurable when Namjoon spanks him just as he was starting to get adjusted to the massive cock inside of him.

“Move. Ride me.” Namjoon growls out, almost overwhelmed at the feeling of Jimin around him. Jimin had always been so hot, so gorgeous, fucking him is like the nation’s wet dream. To have the crush of the entire nation wrapped wet and tight around his cock makes Namjoon feel like the most powerful man in the world. He gives Jimin’s ass another slap, encouraging the omega to ride him.

Jimin forces his hips up and down on Namjoon’s cock, trying to maintain a steady pace on his shaky legs. The alpha’s cock hits his prostate every time, causing pleasure to ripple throughout his body. Just as he starts to relax around Namjoon’s size, he feels something else trying to breach his rim.

“Relax baby,” Hoseok kisses his cheek. “You gotta open up if you want me too.”

Jimin’s eyes roll back in his head and he almost comes at those words. Having both of his hyungs at once was such a dirty fantasy of his. He expected them to take turns violating him but to have both of them fuck his hole at once is so much better. He tries to force himself to relax more, succeeding as Hobi's finger breaches his entrance. Jimin feels like he’s going stupid from the pleasure; his words long turned to dumb ah-ah-ahs and his tongue hanging out of his open mouth.

Namjoon’s thrusts turn into grinds as Hoseok works Jimin’s rim open, making room for his cock. The feeling of the beta’s fingers rubbing against cock in the tight warm space inside Jimin adds to the pleasure the alpha is already feeling. When Hoseok eventually pulls his fingers out to put in his cock, Namjoon knows he’ll have to fight his knot until Hobi’s done so he can stay buried inside the omega. That sounds more challenging than anything he’s done before at this moment.

Hoseok lets out a hiss as he sinks into Jimin besides Namjoon. He has to take several deep breaths to not cum as soon as he is balls deep; Jimin’s tight hole feels even tighter when he’s squeezed alongside Namjoon. He lets himself, and Jimin, adjust for a minute before starting to pull out and thrust back in. The friction between his cock and Joon’s adds another level of pleasure to the experience for both men causing them both to moan loudly.

Jimin’s brain feels like it has floated out of his body. The amount of pleasure he is experiencing is otherworldly, sending his mind to another dimension that just sex and moans and heat. His abdomen tightens with an orgasm and Jimin lets the two older men fuck him into oblivion. His release catches him by surprise, causing all his limbs to seize and shake as he cums the hardest he has in his entire life. He starts to drift in and out of consciousness and his hyungs continue to use him.

While the omega under them lies almost unresponsive, Namjoon and Hoseok continue fucking Jimin at a steady pace. As Hobi’s moans grow louder and more frequent, Namjoon’s knot starts to grow. “Hyung,” Namjoon gasps out. “I wanna knot Jiminie. Can you come quickly?” Sweat drips down Namjoon’s neck as he looks at his hyung, eyes pleading.

“Aw, Joon-ah,” Hoseok says teasingly. “Begging your hyung to cum so we can fill the omega up with our seed. I can do that for you baby, just wait.” With that, Hobi doubles his effort fucking into the omega, increasing his speed and pounding into the boy’s abused hole even harder. As he gets closer, he leans over Jimin’s body to grab Namjoon’s shoulder. “Give your hyung a kiss and he will cum Joon-ah.”

Spurred on by Hobi’s demand, Namjoon leans up and locks lips with the beta. Hoseok’s tongue immediately invades his mouth, dominating the kiss and making the alpha feel small. Hoseok gasps into his mouth as his hips stutter, and Namjoon can feel the Beta spill into the space surrounding them. Namjoon has to pull back and bite his lip hard to keep from coming as well.

Hoseok pulls out a minute later. “Go for it Joon-ah. Fill him with your cum. Plug him full of us.” Hoseok’s words break all the resistance left in Namjoon and his hips start to thrust at a near inhuman pace. Less than a minute later his knot begins to grow and he forces it past Jimin’s hole to feel the warm squeeze milk the cum out of him. With a few more grinds up against the omega’s oversensitive prostate he cums into the body beneath him. The orgasm continues to overtake his body, feeling as though it never stops. Hoseok pets his hair from where he sat beside him on the couch as Namjoon quickly becomes drowsy after the intense sex.

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Tae makes his way over to Jin, head bowed bashfully and cheeks tinted pink. “Hyungie,” he says, voice quiet but excited. “Can we play too?” He looks up at the eldest hyung, eyes shining brightly. The young boy had always been mischievous and playful, though the pure energy he has has dwindled over time. Now, however, Jin is reminded of the Taehyung who showed up at their dorm. Sweet, kinda shy and brimming with energetic passion. A sweet smile spreads across Jin’s face as he remembers the old times with the baby alpha.

“Come on over pup, Hyung would love to play with you.” Jin opens his arms and Taehyung dives into them. Tae wiggles around on Jin’s lap trying to adjust himself to a more comfortable position, causing the elder to laugh. With the continued wiggling, Jin eases himself down to a lying position and allows Tae between his legs on top of him. He wraps his legs around the alpha’s hips and lets the boy kiss him.

The kiss they share is sweet but messy. Tae’s enthusiasm makes up for a lack of finesse and Jin is just happy to have his sweet dongsaeng kissing him. Tae breaks the kiss quickly in order to trail kisses and bites down the elder’s neck towards his chest, whining as he is faced with the elder’s shirt. Jin reaches down to pull off his shirt, forcing Tae to sit up as he does so. Jin takes the opportunity to look up at the young man on top of him, admiring him. Taehyung had grown into a beautiful man; hard lines with soft edges, muscles and curves, hard features with wispy soft hair. Jin feels lucky to have such a beautiful boy all to himself.

Taehyung stares down at his hyung, drinking in the sight before him. His hyung is known for his handsome face but the elegance of the rest of his body is nothing to scoff at. He’s muscular in a very lean way, chest sculpted but not bulky, waist slim. He can feel the muscles in his thighs around his waist holding him tight and the whole experience makes his cock harder. Before he can think anymore, he pulls his own shirt over his head and pushes his sweats and briefs down his legs. Jin opens his legs to allow him to do it and with his legs back down, Jin takes the opportunity to strip his own pants off. Before he allows Tae back between his legs, he shoos the boy off to get some lube since he can’t slick up like the omegas can.

When Tae returns with the lube, his cock is hard and dripping precum, completely neglected. He rushes back in between Jin’s legs and squirts lube over his rim. Slicking up one finger, he presses it into the beta, stretching him thoroughly. Once his hyung is loose enough, he adds a second, then third finger, making sure he can comfortably fit all three before pulling his fingers up and lining up his cock with the beta’s hole.

Jin wraps his arms around Tae’s neck and looks up at him, putting on his most dazzling smile. “Give it to me, baby alpha. Show hyung what you got.” Jin knows his teasing words will drive the boy crazy and hopefully get him fucked harder. Tae’s eyes narrow as he processes the words in his lust-addled brain and thrusts forward all in one go, giving Jin only a few seconds to adjust before he is pulling out and shoving back in again.

Tae’s instincts are set on high alert from Jin’s chiding. But not only does his alpha want to show the beta that he is worthy, but he also wants to please his hyung. He wants his hyung to feel good because of him and he knows he can do it if he just focuses. Though, as he thrusts into his hyung and he himself feels the pleasure, his head starts to drift and he just chases his own pleasure. He is brought back to the current situation when Jin grabs his hair and forces him to look at his hyung.

“Aw, is the puppy too excited to be inside someone to ever make sure his hyung feels good?” Jin chides, his words laced with faux venom. “If you want to be inside me, you have to make me feel good. Or I’m going to make you stop.” With that, Jin releases his grip on Tae’s hair and allows the baby alpha to keep going.

Tae steels himself and starts thrusting again, this time trying hard to focus on aiming for his hyung’s prostate. The gasps and moans he earns from the beta reassure that he's doing a good job. He retains his focus to drill into his hyung for several minutes and he can tell his hyung is getting close when his hyung causes him to break once again. Jin feels his orgasm approaching and reaches out towards Taehyung, one hand grabbing his shoulder and the other carding through his hair. As he inches closer and closer to his release he looks at Tae and can tell the boy is doing his best.

“What a good boy. You are being such a good boy for hyung.” As soon as Taehyung hears the praise from his hyung, his willpower crumbles and he gives two more hard thrusts before spraying his cum into the beta. Shaking and panting through his orgasm, Taehyung collapses on top of Jin and closes his eyes. Jin wraps his arms tightly around the boy and holds him as he comes down from his orgasm.

When the boy stops shaking, Jin pets his hair and sits up, holding the boy in his lap. “You did so good.” He leaves kisses along Tae’s cheek. “Why don’t you get some rest?” Jin goes to lay Taehyung down when the younger one grabs his arm. He looks down at Tae’s face and sees that besides being tired he also looks slightly distressed.

“But hyung didn’t come.” Tae says. “I wanna make hyung feel good.” Tae reaches down and grabs Jin’s dick which had softened a bit since the alpha had cum. Jin opens his mouth to argue but Tae let out a little rumble of a growl, alpha urges resisting the idea of leaving the beta unsatisfied. Jin, instead, relaxes back against the coach with Tae in his lap, allowing the alpha to jerk him off.

It takes a few minutes for Jin to be on the edge again. When he feels like he is about to reach his peak, he presses his lips to Tae’s, coming as they share a sweet kiss. Jin holds the kiss for a minute before breaking away, panting for breath. “Thank you, baby.” He says, pressing a peck to Tae’s nose. “Now why don’t you sleep? I can clean myself up.” With a gentle nod from Tae, Jin lays him down. Once he makes sure that the alpha is secure, the beta retreated from the room to get a towel from the bathroom.

Upon his return, Jin finds all his dongsaengs asleep in the living room. He lets out a content sigh as he goes around cleaning everyone up as best he can without disturbing their sleep. Once he’s finished, he tosses the towel into the laundry of the closest bedroom before retreating back to his pack and finding a spot on the couch before he joins them in sleep.

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Everyone was groggy getting up the next morning, many sore from sleeping on the couch or the activities they partook in the previous night. The members shuffled off to their rooms to find clothes before continuing on with their morning. By the time Jungkook and Jimin, the late risers of the group, woke up, breakfast was already cooking in the kitchen; the scent of jjigae and the sound of the hyungs talking amongst themselves came in from the kitchen.

Jungkook sat up, stretching his arms high above his head and arching his back until a series of satisfying pops sound from his spine. He turns to Jimin who is still sleepily blinking his eyes open and gives him a smile before standing up. He is pleased to find that he is at least mildly clean after their sexscapades last night. Still feeling stiff, he bends side to side before reaching down to touch the ground, his only thought about loosening his sore joints. The gasp and subsequent choking sound behind him reminds Jungkook that he is in fact very naked and his cheeks tint pink.

“Goddamn, Kook.” Jimin says once he remembers how to breathe normally. “Are you trying to kill me?” Jungkook turns to him and shakes his head, lowering his head to look at the carpet before hearing his hyung laugh. “I’m just joking around baby.” Jimin says, righting himself on the couch before attempting to stand. He has only just put his weight on his feet when he grimaces, his ass feeling especially sore from the rough treatment of his hyungs. He grits his teeth and stands up, dull blips of pain running down his legs before he adjusts. Once again meeting Jungkook’s eyes, he can tell the maknae is trying not to laugh at him, though he is doubtful the boy even knows what happened to him. “Oh shut up.” He sighs before making his way to his and Hobi’s shared room.

Jungkook is left standing by himself in the living room, giggling and running his hand through his hair. His giggles drown out the sound of approaching footsteps and Jungkook nearly jumps out of his skin as a hand grabs his waist. Spinning around, he comes face to face with Taehyung, who gives him a blinding smile before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He chases after Tae’s lips but the elder holds him away from himself and chuckles. “As much as I don’t mind seeing you naked, I think it’s about time you go get dressed, sleepy head.” Tae says, poking him gently in the ribs.

Jungkook pouts and leans in for one last kiss before walking back to his room, seeing it still a mess from how he and Namjoon left it during his heat. His cheeks flame as the room still smells heavily of sex. He walks over to the window and cracks it open, hoping to air out the room. He quickly scours his closet for a clean pair of shorts and a hoodie, something comfortable, though he is displeased that his clothes smell only of him and not like Namjoon. He had been sleeping with the alpha and wearing his clothes for days and felt lonely with only his own scent surrounding him.

After getting dressed, Jungkook returns to the living room, finding all of his hyungs gathered around a laptop. “Odd.” He thinks; he had only left the room for a couple minutes. The others don’t notice him enter, seemingly in the middle of an urgent whispered conversation. The stressed scents of the alphas and betas permeates his brain and makes him anxious. Jungkook gets an uneasy feeling in his gut and his hairs stand up on end. Jimin approaches from his room, stopping next to Jungkook and taking in the scene in front of them. The older omega bristles as well, reaching out and grabbing Jungkook’s hand for some comfort.

The scent of two distressed omega’s finally gains Namjoon’s attention. Turning away from the group, he notices the two omegas standing in the doorway looking pale and scared. Namjoon’s heart rate spikes, instincts screaming at him to comfort the omegas. He walks over and envelops both of the smaller boys in a hug. “What’s wrong, my sweet boys?” Namjoon asks, pressing a kiss to both of their heads.

“I think we should be asking the same thing.” Jimin says. “It’s not often I walk into a room and see you all so stressed. Whatever you guys were whispering about has to be serious.” Jimin looks back at the group who are now all looking at them, the conversation having been put on hold when Namjoon left to see the omegas. The looks on their faces range from shocked, to angry, to downright dejected. Seeing Taehyung look so down makes Jimin walk into the lounge.

“Hyung, what happened?” Jungkook asks Namjoon, now that the two of them are alone.

Namjoon looks into Jungkook’s eyes and sees fear. He knows the past week has been maybe the most stressful of the omega’s life and hates to have made him any more worried than before. He hugs his baby close to his chest and rubs his back. “I think we got the mole.” He says, his voice relieved.

Jungkook pulls back and looks at Namjoon. He knows that his alpha must be relieved, as the leak had damaged his reputation as well. “Really?” he asks, Namjoon nodding in reply. He looks over at the group who are conversing again, still looking worried. “Why are we worried then? Isn’t this good news?”

Namjoon’s lips press together in a thin line. “Well,” he starts. “The situation is a bit complicated. Koreaboo, an American source, revealed that the source was female, meaning of the two we suspected, it is very likely that the CEO’s secretary is behind the leak.” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “But, we have no real way to confirm this.”

Jungkook’s shoulders sag, his brief relief gone. He thought they finally had a solution to their problem. He walks over and sits down hard onto the couch. He searches his brain for any way they could prove their suspicions. Reasonably, he knows ever proving what they know is a longshot, but he can’t help the part of himself that hopes he and Namjoon can get justice.

The room falls into silence, none of the boys feeling particularly inclined to discuss the issue further. Several of them take seats, some wander into the kitchen and some stay standing where they are. Yoongi, who had been sitting on the couch, staring daggers into the wall, quickly stands up, turning to face everyone else.

“Why don’t we contact them?” Yoongi sees the looks of confusion on the other members’ faces and continues, “Well, if we contact one of the places and talk about it as if we know the source, they’ll probably easily be able to confirm it. We can just ask them.” Yoongi’s voice raises a bit near the end of his sentence, clearly exasperated about the entire situation. His scent grows with his frustration; the scent of smoldering wood grows thick in the air.

The other members continue to stare at the alpha confused. Seokjin speaks up first, having wandered back in from the kitchen. “While I agree that by playing into it we could get some answers, wouldn’t it be suspicious if all of a sudden a member of BTS interacted with the press? Especially if we said we were in on the leak?” Yoongi’s frown deepens, a clear hole poked in his plan. The silence resumes, this time with a more pissed scent rolling off of the oldest alpha.

Namjoon sits, thinking deeply about what Yoongi had said. His plan did make a lot of sense. If someone wanted to add to the story, a simple “I wanted to add to the secretary’s story” would likely be convincing enough to get a response. Or… maybe not. If they were really in cahoots, he’d address her by name. Now if only he could remember her name. He knows he saw her nameplate back at the office but can’t remember it. “Does anyone know the secretary’s name?” he asks absentmindedly. An answer of “Kwon something” comes from another member but he’s too far in his head to recognize who. “I’d like to corroborate Mrs. Kwon’s story, blah blah blah” floats through his head. It would be so simple to find out what they need to know, if only they weren’t them. “If only we weren’t us.” He says, though it comes out as less of a statement and more of a question.

He straightens up suddenly. “Guys!” he yells, standing from the couch. “What if we aren’t us?!” Everyone looks up suddenly, his loud outburst startling them. “What if we were someone else?” He says. This earns him a few glares.

“We can’t just be someone else, Namjoon.” Yoongi says, glowering. His already pissy emotional state does not help his attitude towards the leader.

“No, not physically,” Namjoon continues, “but if we used someone else’s computer, someone else’s email, then we could be.” The idea sits heavy in the room, its presence irritating but hopeful.

Jimin, genuinely curious, asks, “If we aren’t us, who would we be?” Namjoon pauses. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He truly didn’t even know if his thoughts made sense, let alone warranted further thought.

Taehyung speaks up from his spot next to Jimin, “It can’t be Sejin hyung, that would be too suspicious.” The other members look at him, some disbelieving that he is going along with Namjoon’s outrageous plan, some nodding along, agreeing with the statement.

Jungkook puts his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder, humming. “It should be somebody in the company though. If it comes from a company email, it might make it more believable.”

That thought of who else in the company could help them rings in Namjoon’s head, trying to find purchase. He thinks deeply for only a couple seconds before the thought sticks. “We could ask the receptionist to do it.” He thinks back on the tense interactions he had with the man the previous day, but at this point he thinks the receptionist might be their best bet.

Hoseok perks up and goes to the kitchen, returning with his phone pressed to his ear. “Sejin hyung!” he greets brightly. “Can you please make your way over to our dorm.” He pauses, the manager responding on the other line. “No, we’re all fine, we just have something we need help with. Oh! Also can you bring the receptionist from the company building? We need his help too. Ok, thanks bye.” He says, last sentence a rush, cutting off Sejin before he can argue or question him too much. When he returns the phone to his pocket, he looks at the members. “And now we wait.”

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A very confused Sejin and an even more confused looking receptionist arrived at the Bangtan doorstep about an hour later. Hoseok meets them at the door and leads them into their living room, which had been thoroughly cleaned after the earlier phone call. The other members are anxiously waiting, sitting on the couch; Jungkook cuddled on Namjoon’s lap, Jimin and Taehyung squished together clasping hands and Seokjin and Yoongi whispering tensely. When their guests arrive in the room, the pack straighten up and look at them both seriously and hopefully.

“Thank you so much for coming.” Namjoon says from his position on the couch. He gently nudges Jungkook, letting him know he needs to stand up and greet the guests. With a huff, the omega moves and sits with the rest of the maknae line, instantly engulfed in a tight hug. Namjoon approaches Sejin, his scent low and reserved, “Sejin hyung, we have an idea that we need your help with,” he glances towards the receptionist, “both of your help.”

Sejin looks around at the rest of the group suspiciously, having been on the receiving end of the group’s antics more times than he can remember, but the intense focus of the boys lets him know whatever they need help with is serious. “What do you need help with?” Sejin asks, mildly concerned.

Namjoon directs both the betas to sit before he dives into their theory, explaining the suspicious timing of the paparazzi at the company as well as the extremely insider information from the meeting and then the earlier reveal of the leak’s gender, meaning all signs pointed to the CEO’s secretary. As Namjoon continues his explanation and begins to ramble, trying to justify the theory, Sejin and the receptionist’s eyes grow wide. The pack can smell as the beta’s light scents grow in surprise and shock. Jungkook, with his extra sensitive nose, even picks up Sejin’s anger, something he has only smelled on rare occasions and never directed at them.

The manager ends up cutting Namjoon off, putting him out of his nervous state. “So, what you're saying is you think that Park Jiwon-ssi’s secretary is the one who has been leaking the information and calling the paparazzi on you?” The band nods. “And what do you plan to do about it?” He says, not a hint of doubt in his voice. At this point, the band looks at each other before turning and looking at the receptionist for the first time since they arrived.

Yoongi speaks up at this point, the alpha deciding he should explain his own plan. “I- We were thinking that we could email Koreaboo, to confirm the story.” Sejin is about to speak, his scent flaring in frustration, but Yoongi speaks again before he can. “BUT we can’t email as ourselves. We want it to be believable, so it can’t be you either Sejin-hyung. So…” Yoongi focuses back on the receptionist, “We were hoping you would help us.”

“Me?” the receptionist asks. “I didn’t even think you guys liked me.” His eyes quickly dart to Jungkook before returning to Yoongi.

Jungkook blushes bright red and Yoongi chuckles. “Don’t mind our little baby omega, he hasn’t learned how to control his emotions yet.” The receptionist sees the embarrassment written all over Jungkook’s body language and breathes a big sigh of relief. Yoongi’s voice does lose its playful tone as he continues with the plan. “We want you to send an email to Koreaboo, or Dispatch, or somewhere and just say something about wanting to confirm secretary Kwon’s story. Since it’ll be coming from a company account, it’ll be much more believable. If they don’t question it or they seem to know her, we have our answer.”

The receptionist looks like he’s thinking for just a moment before nodding his head. “I think I can do that. It’s just an email and I can make it really believable. I just don’t want my name dragged through the mud if this comes out.”

Sejin speaks up at this concern, “Don’t worry about that. I can make sure the company protects you. But you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Sejin gets up and extends his hand to help the receptionist up. The man takes his hand and gets up. “Thank you so much, uh…” Sejin pauses, obviously not knowing the man’s name.

“Daeho, Kim Daeho.” The receptionist turns to the rest of the members still sitting on the couch. “I hope this helps you all. And I’m sorry you are having to deal with this.” He bows and walks out of the room towards the front door.

Sejin also makes to leave but pauses at the doorway. “Try not to worry too much. This will work, and even if it doesn’t, we will find something that does. I have faith in your plan and all of you.” Sejin turns and leaves.

When they hear the door close behind him, the pack breathes a sigh of relief. They all know that stressing about their plan isn’t going to help at this point, but it’s much easier to know that than to actually do it. With scents full of both relief and worry, the maknaes sit together on the couch while the hyungs go about their business; reheating breakfast and getting dressed. As they are all finishing their jjigae, Namjoon receives a text from Sejin, saying the email had been sent and he would get back to them when they received a response. The alpha shares this information with the rest of the pack and they all look at each other, the worry melting out of their scent and the kitchen gaining a scent of contentment as they cuddle together, finishing their meal.

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Only an hour later, Namjoon’s phone pings with a message from Sejin: “Daeho-ssi has just sent the email. I’ll forward a copy to you. Will keep you updated when we get a reply.” No more than a minute later the email arrives in his mailbox. The alpha calls for the rest of the pack and once they are all in the living room, he reads it out loud.

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To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]

Re: BTS Pack Allegations

To whom may be interested,

My name is Kim Daeho and I work as a receptionist at the Hybe building. I was the one who checked in the group for their unexpected visit yesterday and have some insider information regarding who they were meeting and why, as well as the bizarre behavior exhibited by the members. I know that Kwon Mihi-ssi has likely already contacted you about this, but I would like to confirm her story and add details she is not privy to. If you want this information, all I want is for my name to remain out of the press and a response of your interest.

I excitedly await your reply,
Kim Daeho
Hybe Co., Ltd

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“Seems pretty convincing”, Yoongi says. The tension in his shoulders begins to melt out as their plan seems to be working.

“Yeah,” Hoseok says, agreeing with his hyung. “Now we just have to wait for a reply.” Though the tension has started to fade from all of their scents, they know that waiting is easier said than done.

Yoongi leans over and grabs Namjoon’s phone before rereading the email. “His comment about bizarre behavior is probably about you Kook, baby.” He sighs and quietly remarks, “I thought we cleared that up.” Causing the others to break into giggles and Jungkook goes red.

“At least I wasn’t the one who popped a boner cause his precious dongsaeng, who he practically raised, got possessive of his hyungs.” Jungkook spits out, before opening his mouth, clearly shocked at what he’d just said. His comment as well as his surprised reaction do nothing to quell the laughter in the room and as Jimin’s giggles begin to squeak and Seokjin hits Taehyung in his fit, Yoongi grabs Jungkook and hoists him up so the omega’s legs are wrapped around his waist.

“Looks like I’ve got a feisty little omega on my hands.” Yoongi says, grabbing onto Jungkook’s butt and squeezing, eliciting a squeak from the younger. “Seems like you need some settling.” Playfully nipping at Jungkook’s scent gland, Yoongi begins to walk them out of the living room, presumably to his own room to fulfill his promise of settling the younger.

“Hyungs!” Jungkook yells, looking back at the others. He finds them still laughing, now at the horny antics of the two and feels disbelief. “Aren’t you going to help me?”

“We can smell you Kookie, baby.” Namjoon says, looking at his mate being carried away. “You don’t want help. Have fun!” He yells just as the pair disappears out of the door. As the members hear Yoongi’s door slam closed, they all look at each other and burst out laughing.

“That's one way to cut the tension I guess.” Seokjin says, tears of laughter streaming down his face. “Yoongi, that horny fucker; he can’t control himself around Jungkookie.”

“It’s not like Jungkookie is complaining.” Jimin says. “He loves the attention and Yoongi hyung gives a… special kind of attention if you know what I mean.” He pauses briefly. “I wonder if they would mind some company.” Jimin quickly stands up and makes his way towards Yoongi’s room.

“Hey!” Tae shouts, springing up from his spot on the sofa. “Wait for me. I wanna play with Yoongi hyung too!”

As the maknaes leave the room, Namjoon looks back at Seokjin and Hoseok, who also have amused looks on their faces. Jin lets out a sigh and stands up, “While those kids tire themselves out, I think we might want to actually do some work. Seokjin grabs Hoseok and Namjoon, steering them towards the home studio.

Hoseok glances behind them as they walk through the house. “Are you sure I can’t join the kids?” He says wistfully, before receiving a light smack on the back of his head from Jin and continuing to make their way to the studio.

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The hyungs have been aimlessly playing with a few tracks for a little over two hours when Namjoon’s phone pings in his pocket. He tries not to seem too anxious pulling it out; his phone had gone off several times since entering his studio and it's never the email he’s hoping to find waiting in his inbox; still, he can’t help but rush to pull out his Galaxy.

Jin glances over his shoulder to peak at the phone as well and his eyes light up when he sees a text from Sejin. “Oh!” He shouts into Namjoon’s ear, causing the younger man to flinch back. “Sorry,” he says before looking back at the screen. “Open the message. I want to see what Sejin hyung said.”

Hobi perks up at the mention of their manager’s name, moving from his place on the studio couch to also lean over Joon’s shoulder to see the screen. “Open the message Joon-ah.”

Namjoon lets out a sigh and, feeling surrounded, clicks on the notification. As the messages pop up, the alpha can feel himself holding his breath. He hopes that Sejin has good news and that his plan is working. Otherwise, it feels to him like they may be running out of options. He immediately feels a pit form in his stomach when the message from Sejin only says “Check your email.”

“Check your email?” Seokjin says, confused. His face is scrunched up in displeasure, obviously wanting an immediate answer like Namjoon; his calm beta scent spiking as his emotional state becomes heightened.

“Yes,” Hoseok says firmly, sounding frustrated. “Namjoon, open your email.”

The scent of both of the usually calm beta’s turning bitter with frustration permeates Namjoon’s nose, causing his own scent to shift into one of discomfort. Still, he quickly launches his email and sees a new message, forwarded to him and Sejin by the receptionist. His eyes go wide, and he quickly opens the message.

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From: [email protected]

Re: BTS Pack Allegations

Mr. Kim Daeho,

Thank you so much for your email! We were unaware of the members’ strange behavior in the lobby at Hybe yesterday and we’d very much appreciate it if you would send us that information. If possible, we’d also appreciate any footage of the CCTV cameras you’d be able to get your hands on. We understand the want to be anonymous and are happy to keep your identity a secret; I’m sure Mihi told you we did the same for her. We are anxiously waiting for your insider info.

Brianna Ryan
Editor, Koreaboo

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Namjoon’s eyes bulge out in shock. This email is more than he had ever hoped for. Not only does it directly implicate Mihi, but it also shows what lengths the media are willing to go to so that they can invade their privacy and their lives. He can hear the shocked gasps coming from his hyungs behind him, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the screen. He stands up straight out of his chair, the room suddenly feeling too small for the emotions bursting out of his chest.

“Joon-ah?” Hoseok says from behind him, his voice sounding worried. Seeing the leader acting strangely will always put him on edge.

“I'm okay.” Namjoon says, reassuring his hyungs. “I just need some air. It feels like I can barely breathe in here.” Hoseok gives him another wary glance before nodding his head.

“Just be safe Joon-ah.” Seokjin says. “If you need any of us for anything, just let us know.” Finishing his sentence with a smile, Seokjin turns back to Hoseok and scoops him up in an embrace, ready to celebrate this small victory for them.
Instead of subjecting himself to his hyungs’ PDA, Namjoon quickly excuses himself from the room, making his way back into the main area of the house. Unthinkingly, he walks to the door and begins to put on his shoes and coat, getting ready to go for a short walk to clear his head.

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Yoongi leaves the maknaes cuddling in his bed and makes his way into the kitchen, sweats draped low on his hips and chest gleaming with sweat, saliva and slick. Opening the fridge, he grabs a bottle of water and opens it, sipping it while leaning against the counter. He hears the front door open and shut but continues going about his business as usual. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement in the doorway; he turns and sees Namjoon entering the kitchen, looking more relaxed than he has in recent memory. “Hey Joon-ah.” He says, smiling at his dongsaeng. Namjoon looks back at him and his face breaks into a smile.

Namjoon steps further into the kitchen and stands across from Yoongi. “Hyung,” he starts before pausing, taking a deep breath. “I got another email for Sejin.” Yoongi perks up immediately, walking over to Namjoon and motioning for his phone. Namjoon hands it to him and allows Yoongi to read the message.

Yoongi’s eyes flit across the screen for a minute before he takes a deep breath, the breath shaking on the way out. “Namjoon.” Yoongi says, shocked and amazed. He looks up at the other man and tears of relief form in his eyes. “It worked. Your stupid, silly plan worked.” Namjoon nods and embraces his hyung, rubbing his back as the weight of everything is lifted off his shoulders. He presses kisses to the top of Yoongi’s head, waiting for him to pull back.

Eventually, Yoongi pulls back from the hug and stands up on his toes to connect his lips to Namjoon’s. The kiss is sweet and loving and tastes like relief, feels like comfort. They pull back and just look at each other, dopey smiles pulled wide across their faces.

“I knew you could do it.” Yoongi whispers. “I knew you’d use that sexy brain of yours to find a solution to all this.” Namjoon blushes and leans down to bury his face in his hyung’s neck. “Our genius leader, our pack alpha; I knew you wouldn’t let us down. I’m so proud of you.” Yoongi threads his fingers through Namjoon’s hair and massage’s his scalp for a minute before letting go and stepping back. “C’mon now.” He says, lacing his fingers with Namjoon’s and walking them towards his room. “We have to go tell the kids.”

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The maknaes are just beginning to drift off to sleep when the door opens again. Jungkook thinks it's just Yoongi returning until he catches a whiff of a strong, masculine pine scent. Immediately recognizing his alpha’s scent, Jungkook sits up and looks towards the door. He sees Yoongi and Joon holding hands, trying to keep quiet as they sneak in. Jungkook can see the smiles on their faces and can smell the contentment in their scents and instantly feels more relaxed than ever.

He whines, drawing the two alphas attention to him. Namjoon’s face lights up at just the presence of his omega, making his way over to the maknae. Jungkook leans up for a kiss, which the alpha happily gives him.

“Hey, why don’t we go somewhere private.” Namjoon whispers to Jungkook. “I have something important to tell you.” He gives his omega another kiss before helping him up, keeping his hand on his waist as he walks them both towards his bedroom. He lets the omega go in first and start making a nest on the bed, content to just watch his little mate make himself comfortable.

Once he has himself settled and a nest ready for them, Jungkook beckons Namjoon over. Once the alpha has joined him in the nest, Jungkook starts scenting him heavily, letting his contented scent envelop them both. “What did you want to talk about hyung?” His own scent grows more and more content the more time he spends with his alpha.

Namjoon turns fully to look at Jungkook, taking in the serene look on the omega’s face. “Well,” he starts, smiling at Jungkook, “I received another email from Sejin-hyung.” Jungkook sits up, his relaxed posture gone. The omega’s body is pulled tight with tension, so Namjoon quickly continues telling him the news. “They bought it. They implicated her. We were right.” Jungkook’s eyes grow wide, and he just stares at Namjoon for a minute before his eyes tear up and he lunges forward to embrace his alpha.

“It’s over?” Jungkook asks, voice truly hopeful.

“It’s almost over.” Namjoon replies, pressing a kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head. “We’re going to have to address the situation publicly… but now that we have evidence that everything was leaked and we can turn the narrative to be about what we want to share and how we want to share it, I feel like the public might be more understanding.”

“I’m just ready for this all to be over and for us to be able to just… breathe.” Namjoon hums his agreement and lays back, allowing the omega to settle on top of him. Jungkook relaxes further into Namjoon and enjoys his warmth, closing his eyes and letting himself relax. Namjoon continues rubbing Jungkook’s back as the younger sighs contentedly.

As his omega’s breath steadies and grows deeper, Namjoon allows himself to completely relax for the first time since Jungkook had stumbled into his office, heat-sick and confused. He never imagined he’d be able to hold Jungkook like he was now, that he’d be able to love and be loved like he’d wanted. He closes his eyes, letting tomorrow’s Namjoon worry about setting up a press conference; tonight, he was going to sleep well in his omega’s nest with his omega pressed to him.

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Several days later, the pack are sitting in their living room, lights and cameras surrounding them and makeup artists hurrying to finish touching up their faces. The room is buzzing with a nervous energy, nobody more so than Kim Namjoon. He has been the leader of BTS for 10 years now, so managing the boys and their image has become a habit for him. Within the realm of their music and aesthetic, he’d already managed changing their image several times before. But this, announcing to the world that not only were they a pack, but that they were also betrayed by an employee at the company they had built from the ground up, was the most nerve-wrecking thing he thinks he may have ever done.

When BTS started all those years ago, he was nothing but a dorky kid who loved music and was passionate about performing his own songs. He’d barely presented as an alpha, still feeling awkward in his own skin and the whole new set of expectations forced onto him with this new part of his identity. Now, 10 years later, he was surrounded by the most loving and supportive group of boys he had ever known; he had even fallen in love with the man of his dreams. He turns to see Jungkook, who is jumping around, singing and dancing, releasing his nervous energy the way he always does.

When the director asks them to all come sit together for the official press release, they all take their usual seats. This time, however, they press together even closer; touch each other with more tenderness; look at each other with more adoration. Namjoon can sense through their pack bond that the nerves and anxiety remain, but they are paired with contentment, joy and relief. The new era of BTS that would follow this release would be the truest to themselves they had ever been. They did not worry about what the public thought, or how their careers would change, they only worried for each other.

With all the pride possible of a pack alpha, Namjoon looks at his members one more time before they do this. He sees only the men who had supported him and each other through their darkest times, who lifted each other up, who fought for their members as well as themselves. He looks at Jungkook, his future mate, and smiles. Jungkook returns his smile, reaching up and placing his hand on Namjoon’s cheek.

“Are you ready my love?” Jungkook asks.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.” Namjoon replies, leaning down to place a delicate kiss on his omega’s lips. They return to their places before all looking at the camera and waiting for the director’s cue. When it comes, they open this video, the one that will change everything, just as they have opened all other messages for their fans.

“Bang! Tan! Hello, we are BTS.”