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jimin sighed as he languidly fucked himself with a knotting dildo, riding out the last wave of his heat.

“a real knot would be nice,” he mused. around him, the rest of the pack murmured sleepy agreements. heats always hit them hard, the all-omega pack’s cycles syncing - though the moon was kind and allowed them to be in the true throes of heat only two at a time and with a few months in between. all six at once would be an absolute nightmare; as it was, the other four could take care of their ravenous mates with relative ease.

still, though - a real knot would be nice.

they didn’t need an alpha in their pack, not by a long shot. but the thought of a plaything, a living toy, a useful pet, was tempting enough.

they started shopping around when jimin and taehyung recovered from their heats, browsing various websites, checking out alpha centers, strolling through alpha auctions - it was at one of these auctions that they saw alpha 106.

alpha 106 was handsome, expensive, and bound securely in chains. his cock stood proudly, his knot impressive and hotly swollen from hours of stimulation. his face was sharp and stoic, eyes blank as they stared straight ahead. he shivered when yoongi’s fingers ghosted over his chest, hoseok giggled at the movement, and that was that.

he was delivered to their apartment the next day, somehow more handsome in the plain sweats the auction house had dressed him in than he had been completely nude. he didn’t stay in them for long, though; taehyung stripped him eagerly, his roaming hands soon joined by hoseok and jimin’s, monitored by jin and yoongi’s cautious, if appreciative, eyes. 

jungkook had hidden himself away when the alpha arrived and now peeked shyly around the corner, nervous but incredibly curious. he hadn’t even seen an alpha up close until they started looking for one. he’d been the most reluctant to agree to buying one, too, content with his mates’ cocks and hands and toys during his own heats. they assured him that he was under no obligation to play with their pet alpha if they did get one, though they couldn’t help but encourage his budding fantasies of an alpha’s biting kisses paired with trained subservience. alpha 106 was the only one to catch his eye, and it was his cute tugging of jin’s sleeve and whispered “can we get him?” that was the true deciding factor.

when hoseok cupped alpha 106’s knot and was met with a quiet inadvertent whimper, they encountered their very first oh no.

“are you alright?” hoseok asked hesitantly. they’d heard differing opinions about how to treat alphas, especially newly-acquired ones. it was often suggested that they weren’t to even be addressed until necessary, and then it was only to give orders and demands. some suggested lavishing them with praise and lashing them with punishment in confusing abundance. certainly very few suggested speaking as softly as hoseok did.

alpha 106’s throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously. “yes, omega-ssi.”

when hoseok lightly brushed over his knot again, alpha 106 managed to hold back his whimper but could not hide the pained twinge at the corner of his eyes.

“does your knot hurt, darling?” hoseok cooed.

there was a cautious warning on seokjin’s tongue that disappeared at alpha 106’s even softer, “yes, omega-ssi.”

hoseok clicked his tongue and released his aching cock from the tight ring around the base, cooing once more at the relieved slump of his shoulders. 

“poor darling,” he said. “they sent him with stimulants, right?”

yoongi poked through the supply box the auction house had provided. “mm. says one every three hours when you want him hard, one every twelve when you just want him ready.”

hoseok frowned. “he can get hard without them, though, surely. can’t you, darling?”

alpha 106 nodded once. “yes, omega-ssi.”

“and your pretty cock hurts with them?”

oh no was the universal thought when alpha 106 blushed brightly at hoseok’s words, shyly ducking his head. “yes, omega-ssi.”

“they should wear off soon,” yoongi said, tossing the stimulant bottle back into the box.

“he’ll be so cute soft,” taehyung sighed, hand hovering over his cock without touching.

“he’s huge,” jimin laughed, “surely cute won’t be the right word.”

taehyung pouted, glancing down the hall. “jungkookie, don’t you think he’ll be cute?”

jungkook peeked out just a bit more, biting his lip. he nodded after a moment. “uh-huh.”

“do you want to come closer, sweetheart?” seokjin asked. he smiled at jungkook’s quick shake of his head. “alright, baby. it won’t be quite so scary when he’s soft, okay?”

jungkook pouted as he leaned out barely an inch more. “s’not scary,” he defended.

“no?”

“no. just—new.”

“ah, he won’t hurt you baby,” seokjin smiled at jungkook before giving the alpha an intimidatingly stern look. “there will be dire consequences if he even tries.”

alpha 106 looked suitably horrified and shook his head quickly. “i wouldn’t, omega-ssi—” he looked to jungkook, almost as wide-eyed as the omega himself. 

oh no, they thought when he ducked into a low bow.

“i wouldn’t, omega-ssi,” he solemnly repeated to jungkook. “i swear.”

jungkook bit his lip before taking a hesitant step out of the hall, hand still on the frame. “kay.”

“alpha 106,” yoongi said with a sigh, crossing his arms and giving a thoughtful frown. “doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. surely your dam gave you a different name.”

alpha 106 seemed to roll the answer in his mouth for a moment; a second longer and it would have come off as disobedient. “n-namjoon. my name is namjoon.”

yoongi gave him a considering look before nodding. “namjoon. that’s much better.”

“i don’t like his collar,” jungkook said, taking another timid step into the room.

“it’s certainly not pretty,” seokjin agreed. “we ordered a few to try out but they won’t be here til tomorrow. should we take this one off anyway?”

“might as well,” hoseok shrugged. “it looks too rough. it’s making his neck red.”

“you won’t bite if i touch you, will you, namjoonie?” taehyung half-teased, already reaching.

namjoon shivered at the thought, possibly at the name. “no, omega-ssi.”

“good boy,” he praised.

namjoon shuddered when the collar was removed. there were deep red indents from the hidden spikes that nearly pierced his skin, the course lining leaving his skin pink and irritated. he raised a hand to touch his bare neck without thinking and looked horrified when he realized he had moved without his masters’ permission.

no strike came, though. not even a sharp word.

“does it hurt?” jimin asked with a frown.

namjoon swallowed thickly, shaking his head. “no, omega-ssi.”

“then—?”

“it feels—unmoored.”

“unmoored,” yoongi hummed. “not usually a good feeling.”

“no, sir,” namjoon agreed.

yoongi turned away and walked down the hall, pausing to give jungkook a quick kiss on the cheek just to make him giggle. he came back a moment later with a silky pink ribbon in hand and tied it around namjoon’s neck in a loose bow. namjoon couldn’t help but stare at him with wide, surprised eyes.

“better?”

namjoon nodded—he did feel better, less unsteady. it felt much better than the auction house collar, and not just in texture. he felt rooted in their possession with this new mark of belonging, even if that belonging was ownership. he had expected this life from the moment he presented as an alpha and was obligingly handed over to the government for training and distribution. there were so few alphas now, it was important that they served society and the omega population well.

jungkook took another few steps into the room, eyes on namjoon’s neck. “pretty.”

namjoon, with his muscles and stature and heavy cock still straining painfully, felt pretty. the words fell from his lips. “thank you.”

he could not hear the oh no from his new packs minds, but between them, it might as well have been screamed.

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another oh no came a week later. the pack lounged in the living room after dinner with namjoon sitting cross-legged on a cushion at hoseok’s feet, his eyes fluttering every few moments as hoseok played with his short, spiky hair.

though jin had made them a wonderful meal and served namjoon generous portions of rice, veg and fish, the alpha had hardly cleared his plate. it wasn’t the first time he had eaten around the main dish - they’d had shrimp a few nights earlier and he had only eaten the banchan and perhaps a few spoonfuls of broth, and he had avoided the cod they’d had for lunch the day after that. 

jimin had thought perhaps alphas didn’t eat quite as much as they read that they did and they had let it pass without punishment, but now he heard namjoon’s stomach rumble just loud enough for him to hear.

“namjoon-ah!” he chastised with a frown, reaching to push at namjoon’s shoulder. “you should have eaten your dinner!”

seokjin glanced from his nearby seat, slight ire in his eyes. “you should appreciate what i give you is what you should do.”

namjoon bowed his head, ears burning with clear shame. “i-i apologize. i am grateful, omega-ssi, i don’t mean to disrespect you.”

seokjin hummed, unimpressed. “and yet.”

jimin took a bit more pity on him, poking the shoulder he had shoved before. “why didn’t you eat, namjoon?”

namjoon was quiet for a brief moment before bowing his head lower. “th-they’re nice.”

“what, the vegetables? we can give you more.”

“the fish,” namjoon mumbled, embarrassed. “fish are cute.”

oh no, seokjin thought. “you don’t like seafood?”

namjoon swallowed thickly, clearly expecting punishment to come. still, honest, he shook his head.

“you should have told me, namjoon.” seokjin clicked his tongue. “naughty.”

namjoon whined quietly, a barely audible catch of his throat. “i-i didn’t want to inconvenience you, omega-ssi, i’m sorry—”

seokjin stared, the book in his hand all but forgotten. “you’d rather suffer hunger than eat seafood?”

“or to disappoint you,” jimin added. “that’s sweet.”

“i’m sorry. i-i will eat for you, sir. i’m sorry,” namjoon said, head still bowed. he didn't raise it for the rest of the night.

the next day, the pack very pointedly ate seafood stirfry. on namjoon’s plate, however, was roasted chicken, seasoned only enough to be tasty but not enough for seokjin to consider it a reward.

namjoon looked up at him with bright eyes when he realized, a soft and surprised look to his face. seokjin tilted his chin up after a single glance and purposefully ignored him, even as he couldn’t help but preen at the alpha's quiet delight.

he had namjoon kneel that night in the room he often shared with yoongi as the two lounged on the bed, enjoying each others’ company as they usually did, intentionally adjusting to having a new body in their home.

“i’m making it a rule,” seokjin said abruptly, causing yoongi to look over and namjoon to jump. “namjoon-ah. tell us what you need.” 

tell us what you want went unsaid, and seokjin was sure namjoon hadn't heard it in the air - he knew yoongi did, given the amused quirk of his brow, but he didn’t want this alpha, as sweet as he led them to believe he was, taking advantage of him. any of them, of course, but as the pack leader, the thought of being fooled by a sweet face wasn’t tolerable at all.

namjoon shifted on his knees after a moment without elaboration. “sir?”

seokjin huffed, sitting up and leaning closer to namjoon, guiding his chin up with two fingers to disallow him to look away. “if you need to eat or sleep or—or—scream into a pillow,” he ignored yoongi’s huff of a laugh, “you have to tell us.”

“to—to scream?” namjoon mumbled. “i—yes, sir?”

seokjin sighed and cupped namjoon’s cheek; he couldn’t scold himself for being weak for them when namjoon’s cheeks looked so cuppable. “you’re ours to take care of and i refuse to neglect you, but i can’t read your mind. i’ll be—quite cross if you try to make me.”

“quite cross,” yoongi snorted. “he’ll take you over his knee and kiss your tears away after.”

“yoongi-yah.” his frustration wasn’t faked then, though yoongi didn’t look half as regretful as he should have when seokjin turned his glare on him. he wasn’t right, anyway. namjoon wasn’t one of his packmates, one of his omegas - to kiss his cuppable cheeks like he did theirs didn’t make any sense. “i’ll lash him and leave him to cry, especially if he disobeys.”

yoongi nodded to namjoon after a brief moment and he felt any of his harshness absolutely evaporate. namjoon’s lip was almost wobbling, his eyes threateningly shiny as they looked up at seokjin; he was blinking quickly to try to chase tears away but hadn’t pulled away from jin’s guiding touch - he was leaning into his touch, he noticed now, his head tilted in a way that reminded him of taehyung and his sometimes puppyish need to be coddled.

seokjin sighed. “i won’t lash you,” he muttered. 

he meant it, too. he had the tools for it, had gotten plenty of things to keep unruly alphas under control when they first bought him, but he already knew that no sort of whip would be leaving marks on namjoon any time soon.

“thank you,” namjoon whispered. the shine of his eyes turned into fat tears then, and jin refused to fault himself for leading him to rest his head on his lap, clicking his tongue comfortingly as he stroked his hair.

“you’re a good boy, namjoon-ah,” jin sighed. he tugged his ear lightly, petting him again before namjoon could think it was a signal to straighten up. “aren’t you?”

oh no, he thought when namjoon hesitantly nodded into his lap, holding loosely onto jin’s pajama pants.

jin looked over at yoongi with a pained expression; he would know the carefully-blank look yoongi returned anywhere. he’d seen it when their younger mates were trying to bother him in the most inadvertently endearing ways, he’d seen it when he poured him coffee in the morning and kissed him at night, he’d seen it whenever yoongi felt a little too much adoration for it to all show on his face.

they were both well and truly fucked.

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it took a few days for the pack to be convinced namjoon would behave himself if they took him outside, but yoongi and taehyung had decided that namjoon spent enough time looking curiously out at the city that he would surely enjoy their building’s rooftop garden.

and he did, of course he did. he looked around with wide-eyed wonder, fingers brushing delicately over rose petals, lips parting at the not-yet-blossoming king cherry trees, bending at the waist to smell the fragrant herbs. when he gasped audibly and fell messily to his knees at the small koi pond, peering down with joyful curiosity, yoongi took in a sharp breath.

“oh no,” he whispered, much too quietly for namjoon to hear. taehyung grabbed his hand and squeezed in agreement.

“hi, pretty,” namjoon cooed at the fish. “look at you.”

“look at him,” yoongi mumbled. taehyung leaned on his shoulder with a smile.

there was an aquarium in the living room near namjoon’s pillowed pallet the next day and yoongi silently handed him a catalog of fish. they had never heard him talk as much as he did when he fretted over which to get, weighing his options out loud.

“omega-ssi, isn’t this one beautiful—” he gushed, holding a page up to yoongi from his place at his feet.

“not as beautiful as you,” yoongi said, petting namjoon’s hair. he could practically feel namjoon’s blush all the way to his head, his tan cheeks reddening shyly as he ducked his head.

“thank you, sir,” he mumbled.

yoongi hummed and pet him again, tugging his ear after a moment. “call me hyung.”

yoongi could have reveled in the sudden wave of happy-surprised-pleased that the alpha let out all at once, but settled for impulsively kissing his temple. he left quickly after that, overcome with an odd shyness that he hadn’t expected to feel, but he could have sworn he heard a pretty, giddy giggle from the alpha he left behind.

-

the rooftop garden had immediately become namjoon’s favorite place. he didn’t yet ask to be taken there, though most of the pack found themselves hoping it was only a matter a time, but the look of delight on his face when one of his omegas said “come, namjoonie, let’s take a walk” was second to none.

jungkook tagged along on occasion, holding the hand of whichever pack member had decided to let namjoon explore and plastering himself to their side. he still shied away from namjoon, barely even speaking to him directly - but namjoon saw his curious eyes and bitten lips, and carefully kept his own eyes down, not wanting to give jungkook reason to be spooked.

he didn’t want to be feared. he wanted—

it didn’t matter what he wanted, not really. he had been trained to be a good alpha, he knew what being a good alpha meant. still, though. he would never, never bare his teeth at the youngest omega especially.

it took him completely by surprise when jungkook hovered at the door for a moment before clearing his throat. “namjoon?”

namjoon had noticed him, of course, and hadn’t even looked at him from the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t help but jump and blink at him. “omega-ssi?”

jungkook took a deep breath before straightening up. “do you want—” he stopped himself, pursing his lips. “come up to the roof with me.”

“are you sure?” namjoon blurted, eyes wide. he didn’t apologize, though the words were right on his lips. he didn’t mean to question him, he wouldn’t dare question any of his omegas, but - he didn’t want jungkook to be scared. even if it was from something he asked for.

jungkook nodded. “yeah. please?”

namjoon blinked, standing up from his bed. “o-of course, sir. anything.” he meant it.

jungkook nodded again, turning on his heel abruptly and starting out the door. namjoon followed, stumbling into his shoes. they were silent as they took the elevator up - namjoon had to stop himself from stupidly taking jungkook’s hands to stop him from wringing them together. he couldn’t touch an omega without permission, and jungkook surely wouldn’t want his comfort anyway, not when namjoon was the one to cause comfort to be needed.

they were silent still when they arrived at the garden, jungkook leading them through the path and namjoon following a few steps behind. they hadn’t bothered with the leash at all when the first visit went well, but namjoon found himself wishing for the tug of it now, wanting to know exactly where jungkook wanted him to be, what he wanted him to act like.

jungkook stopped at the koi pond and stared at namjoon as namjoon stared at the fish. after a few moments of almost-uncomfortable silence, jungkook went over to a shady tree, sitting beneath it with his back to the trunk. 

“sit?” he asked. he corrected himself to a command, “sit.”

namjoon sat a few feet away, keeping his movements slow. jungkook watched him the whole time, his pretty doe eyes wide and unreadable.

“i like you,” jungkook said, the words tumbling out of his mouth. his cheeks pinkened but he didn’t look away from namjoon, only fiddled with the grass beneath his hands.

namjoon couldn’t figure out what to say, mouth opening uselessly, but jungkook went on.

“i’m—i don’t know how to act with—with alphas. with you.”

“there’s, ah—” he started, words slow. he had to think over each one carefully; they hadn’t punished him yet, but one wrong word could lead to it. but besides that - he didn’t want to say the wrong thing, even if no punishment would come. “there’s no right way to—to act. with me. not—not for you. not for omegas.”

jungkook pursed his lips. “there is, though. hyungs all know what to do.”

namjoon shifted, furrowing his brows. he was almost sure he was about to say the wrong thing, but it seemed right. “you’re not your hyungs, omega-ssi. you’re—you’re allowed to—to treat me as you wish. i know—i make you nervous and i apologize. i don’t want to scare you. i don’t want you to be scared of me.”

jungkook nodded after a moment. “i’m not scared, not really. i just—i don’t want to mess up.”

“i can mess up,” namjoon said. “you can’t.”

“i can,” jungkook sighed. he swallowed, straightening up and meeting namjoon’s eyes. “b-but—but you’re right. i’m not my hyungs. and i can—i can—” he frowned. “i can do what i want? with you?”

namjoon nodded. whatever he expected, it was not jungkook crawling forward, leaning against namjoon’s side and nosing his shoulder, holding the front of his shirt loosely. surprised as he was, namjoon didn’t startle and was glad he didn’t; jungkook curled close to his chest, solid and heavy, his scent sweet and pleasant, his pulse rabbit-quick. namjoon’s movements were coated in molasses as he ever so slowly wrapped an arm around him, the other following when jungkook hummed approvingly.

“i like you, too, omega-ssi,” he said quietly. his lips brushed jungkook’s soft hair when he spoke.

“will you call me jungkook?” he rubbed his cheek on his chest. “maybe—maybe just when we’re alone. i dunno if hyungs would like it.”

namjoon’s heart squeezed unpleasantly at the thought of doing anything his omegas wouldn’t like, but he didn’t want to do anything to make jungkook even the tiniest bit unhappy. he had such a pretty smile; namjoon wanted desperately to see it directed at him.

“jungkook,” he said quietly. his fingertips accidentally brushed jungkook’s bare skin where his shirt had ridden up and he wasn’t sure if the spark of electricity he felt was imagined or not. “i—i like this. thank you.”

jungkook nodded. it seemed that all of his previous hesitation was gone, replaced by content boldness to explore the alpha that was his - his hand roamed under namjoon’s shirt, feeling his strong chest before cupping a pec, thumb brushing curiously over his nipple. namjoon took in a sharp breath, doing his best to keep his scent under control. he didn’t quite manage, it seemed, given jungkook’s little snicker as namjoon’s nipple hardening under his touch.

he left it alone after that, reaching up to hook his finger into the ring of namjoon’s collar, arm fully under his shirt, pressed warmly together skin-to-skin.

namjoon’s heart squeezed at the movement, at the way his collar was pulled tighter in a pleasant, possessive way. jungkook glanced at him and gave it an experimental tug, biting his lip at namjoon’s fluttering lashes as he fought to keep his eyes open. somehow, someway, namjoon wasn't at all surprised when jungkook straightened up and kissed the corner of his mouth, abruptly hiding in the crook of namjoon’s shoulder right after.

namjoon couldn’t hold back the helpless giggle he let out; jungkook giggled back before he could even worry he’d misstepped. the omega nosed his scent gland before rubbing his cheek on it lightly, a sweet, playful scenting that brought namjoon nothing but delight, the simultaneously chaste and enticing movement and light mixing of scents reminding him of roughhousing with the other young alphas in the center he’d been trained in, the gentle ones that made vital companions and kept him from the worst throes of being a newly-presented alpha teenager.

he tilted his head to give him better access and jungkook took advantage, pressing a gentle kiss to the gland before simply resting his cheek over it, surrounding himself with namjoon’s scent.

“i like having you here, alpha-hyung,” he said quietly, hugging namjoon’s thick arm with one of his own and tugging his collar with his other hand.

the name he was given, alpha-hyung, wrapped itself around his heart.

though he had been punished for it in the past, so thoroughly that namjoon thought the ability was completely gone, a grumbly purr vibrated in his chest. it stuttered briefly when he realized what he was doing, ingrained horror rising at the thought of being a bad alpha, disobedient and improper, but as soon as jungkook let out a sweet, pretty, omegan purr of his own, namjoon’s surged loudly. a strong, massive lion wrapped around a tiny, treasured rabbit.

they separated only when they heard the muffled ding of the elevator from the garden entrance, both blushing brightly, clothes rumpled, looking for all the world sated. they passed the newcomers, other residents of the highrise that jungkook only knew in passing, and gave them a quick bow as they went back to the pack apartment hand in hand.

jungkook let go when they arrived, but there was absolutely no disguising their intertwined scents and matching appearances. namjoon bowed his head at jimin’s curious look, but, of course, no strike came, no accusation that namjoon had taken advantage of their youngest omega, no punishment for the tiniest suspicion that he had acted without permission.

“did you have a nice walk?” jimin asked, a tease in his voice.

it took a moment for namjoon to realize he was addressing him and he cleared his throat, shifting on his feet. “yes, omega-ssi.”

“good.” jimin was smiling when he tipped namjoon’s chin up with his fingers, squeezing the nape of his neck as a reward when namjoon didn’t duck his head again. “you must have been in the sun too long, hm? look at your red cheeks—”

namjoon did duck his head again then, but not before he saw jungkook quickly cover his own pink cheeks with his hands. the tree they had sat under had shielded them from the sun entirely, and even if jimin didn’t know, he clearly knew.

“it’s hot out,” jungkook rushed. “i’ve got to—go. to the gym. and namjoonie—namjoonie’s tired? i think. why don’t you go rest?”

namjoon bowed a few times in rushed gratitude. “yes, omega-ssi, thank you—”

jimin snickered but let them go. his oh no was thought with graceful sweetness reserved only for his packmates, and he didn’t have it in him to think about why that was. he didn’t need to, anyway. it was more than easy to accept.

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though namjoon certainly had made no demands, he had gently, subtly suggested that he was eager to be used.

not just for sex, either, which was what the pack was unexpectedly most reluctant to take advantage of, but for simple chores or tasks or general responsibilities. he wasn’t content being a pretty statue, it seemed, not like they had expected. instead, he offered quietly to do the dishes, to wash their clothes, to do anything and everything that might make him useful.

perhaps it was a test at first when jin told him to clean up after dinner, but the perked up look on namjoon’s face as he sprung into action was enough to give him the permanent assignment after every meal. the pack was more than happy to hand the chore over to him, too, and made sure to give him plenty of pets when he knelt at their feet after he was done. 

when he dared to look them in the eye as they did so, his were so content that they felt almost compelled to sneak him small sweets he clearly loved when no one was looking.

(and perhaps they started giving him even more when he guiltily confessed to yoongi that taehyung had given him one earlier - what else was yoongi to do but give him extra for his honesty?)

but alphas were not bought for solely for chores. they weren’t trained to be nothing but decorative.

and, hoseok decided as he stared at namjoon from across the living room, it appeared that they truly did have similar desires to omegas’ own.

hoseok watched namjoon as lust slowly took over his expression, his eyes following hoseok’s movements as he palmed himself over his pants. he always got so wet, even moons away from his heat, and with a just a couple weeks until his and jungkook’s, he was absolutely dripping with slick. he loved playing by himself almost as much as playing with others, but he wasn’t by himself now, and it felt like an actual river was rushing through him.

though namjoon was usually careful to not watch them without permission even when they weren’t being intimate, he couldn’t take his eyes off hoseok, dark and heavy as he watched. his sizable cock was tenting his sweats and hoseok found his mouth watering at the sight, even more at the thought of seeing it bared.

the pack had fucked each other since namjoon’s arrival, of course - it had been weeks and the most they had gone before was maybe three days without at least two of them devouring each other. looking at namjoon, hoseok wasn’t sure who wanted to devour the other more.

they hadn’t touched the alpha yet, though, the need to trust much more present than their need for his knot. that didn’t mean they didn’t crave it; taehyung and jimin in particular seemed to want to eat him up and were only stopped by stern scruffings or sharp snaps. hoseok wasn’t sure jungkook had ever come harder than he had when they were buried in his pretty cunt whispering about namjoon; his budding fantasies had turned into absolute roses overnight, it seemed, especially after he and namjoon started to spend more time together with just the two of them on the rooftop. yoongi waited with barely-concealed excitement to test namjoon's obedience in bed, and even jin seemed to watch him with a thirst they hadn’t fully expected to come so quickly from their cautious pack omega.

no one wanted to be the first to break. (well, no one would allow jimin and taehyung to break.) it was easier than they thought it would be to trust namjoon enough to consider allowing him in their nest for a fuck, but still, they worried.

they would have to break eventually, hoseok thought with a sigh. he watched namjoon as he shucked off his clothes, sitting back on the sofa with his legs spread, fingers ghosting over his dripping pussy with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other.

namjoon’s lips parted, cheeks painted red, hands clenched in his lap in an effort to hold himself together. if there was one thing hoseok was good at, it was taking his mates apart. he was more than confident that namjoon would be included in that number.

he would regret his crumpled clothes and the inevitable need to clean the sofa later, but for now - he clicked his tongue and patted his thigh in a silent command. namjoon abruptly met his eyes with shocked disbelief.

“you look thirsty, puppy,” hoseok said, voice low. “would you like a drink?”

it was a true question, too. bought or not, if namjoon said no, hoseok would listen.

there was nothing but want on namjoon’s face. he swallowed thickly and nodded.

“come then, darling. let me try out your mouth, hm?”

namjoon stumbled as he stood, rushing to him just to fall to his knees again, thumping down hard onto the carpet. 

hoseok huffed a laugh at his eagerness and spread his legs, adjusting his cock to lay against his stomach, spreading his pussy lips with two fingers to give him a better view.

he’d read that alphas craved pussy more than life itself, but he could see the way namjoon’s glance flickered quickly between his dripping cunt and leaking cock - smaller than a beta’s or namjoon’s own, of course, but still on the larger side for an omega - with the same eagerness.

“go on,” he invited. “have a taste.”

namjoon didn’t need any more urging. he dove forward, lapping at hoseok messily, hungrily, a pup dying of thirst drinking up the most life-giving elixir he had ever tasted. he kept his hands to himself, hoseok noticed even as he gasped, gripping what he could of namjoon’s short hair in almost-overwhelmed surprise.

“hands,” he choked out. namjoon obeyed immediately, offering them up as his tongue lapped at him shallowly, not penetrating without permission. hoseok placed namjoon’s hands on his thighs, patting them. “hold—hold me open, joon-ah.”

namjoon gripped him, spreading his legs just a bit more, moving up to wetly lick the base of hoseok’s cock. 

“fuck,” hoseok hissed. “good boy. good boy, more—”

hoseok didn’t know what more he was asking for and it seemed namjoon didn’t, either. he licked into his cunt, wriggling his tongue into his needy hole for just a moment before licking a flat stripe up and taking hoseok’s cock into his mouth, choking as it filled him but not pulling off - not until he decided to dive into hoseok’s pussy again, at least. he held no reservations about hoseok’s cock bobbing against his temple as his did, nor the slick coating his nose and chin.

“fuck, namjoonie,” he whispered. “good—good boy, fuck, baby, good boy—”

namjoon whimpered at the praise and licked into him more, sucking briefly at his pussy lips. his fingers were leaving pleasant red marks on hoseok’s thighs.

he hadn’t touched himself at all, hoseok realized, even though his cock was surely aching. namjoon hadn’t been hard very often that he had noticed, not since the first few days of the stimulants completely wearing off. it was good to see, though, his proud cock, his thick knot - hidden, still.

hoseok tugged his hair sharply. “up. off—your pants, i want to see you.”

namjoon hurried to comply, almost tripping over them as he stood and kicked them off. he throbbed at hoseok’s inspection, gasping roughly when he took his knot in hand, weighing it with a hum.

“omega-ssi—please, sir—”

“please what, puppy?”

“i wanna—please let me taste again, want to—want to make you come, omega-ssi, please—”

hoseok felt pleasure burning in his gut even without namjoon’s talented mouth on him. here he was, holding namjoon’s still-swelling knot in his hand, offering touch that they had til then denied him, and he was begging to make hoseok come, not to be allowed to himself.

hoseok felt another wave of slick pour out of him, and as soon as he pushed namjoon back to his knees, it was lapped up with talent and desire.

“have you come?” hoseok gasped out when namjoon took his cock into his mouth once more. “since you’ve been here?’

he was incredibly endeared by the almost betrayed look namjoon gave him when he had to empty his mouth to answer. “no, sir. i wouldn’t without permission.”

hoseok nodded, pleased with his obedience and with the desperation he would surely wring from him later.

later, though.

he guided namjoon’s head down once more, moaning loudly as he bottomed out in his mouth, his tongue lapping messily at his cunt as much as he could.

“there’s a good boy,” he praised breathily, “namjoonie, my sweet puppy boy—”

namjoon whimpered, a strong wave of want surging through the room. not just for hoseok’s pleasure now as it had been before, but for namjoon’s own throbbing cock.

“my baby,” hoseok said experimentally, panting when namjoon pulled off of his cock to needily bury his face in his cunt. he reached down and hooked two fingers into his collar, tugging enough for him to feel it tighten against his throat. his breath catching was music to hoseok’s ears and made an instrument of his cunt as namjoon gripped his thighs once more, spreading him wide, eating him sloppily. “puppy, baby, good boy—getting close—”

namjoon took it and ran, taking hoseok’s cock into his throat for a few intense seconds before switching to his cunt, wrapping one hand around his cock in an encompassing grip that hoseok bucked into easily. it was something he loved with his omega mates that namjoon had no reason to know but he knew. namjoon ate him like a man starving, licking into him without real rhythm.

hoseok tugged his collar. “want to come, namjoonie?”

namjoon didn’t even pause as he nodded, fingers digging into hoseok’s thigh just a bit more.

“hump my leg, then, puppy, be good.”

hoseok flushed brighter than namjoon and watched with heady eyes as namjoon obeyed without hesitation, straddling his leg at an odd angle so he didn’t have to adjust his face and pause hoseok’s pleasure. his cock was heavy and hard against hoseok’s leg, his knot evident even without looking. it wasn’t entirely usual for alphas to knot without penetrative mating, and yet.

“fuck, sweet boy, good—good, you can—you can come when you want, baby, just keep—”

namjoon’s pleasure was clearly secondary to hoseok’s own; his rutting was timed with his tongue, hips stuttering as they both grew closer and closer to the edge.

“joonie—” hoseok gasped, head falling back for just a moment before he felt the need to watch, to see his alpha be so good, so intense, so lost in pleasure. “just—just a bit more, keep going—”

namjoon didn’t disappoint and hoseok abruptly spilled over with a sharp gasp, slick gushing into namjoon’s mouth and come spilling over his hand. he felt warmth his his skin barely a moment after as namjoon came, hips stuttering desperately but not willing to stop taking care of hoseok to even let out a single noise of his own.

he coaxed hoseok through a long, satisfying, all-encompassing orgasm, only emerging from his cunt when he was urged away, fingers slipping from namjoon’s collar to tug at his hair.

he was so messy, absolutely wrecked in the most delicious way. hoseok tapped his chin up to get a better look, humming at the slick shining on his chin and cheeks. he couldn’t stop the soft smile that came as namjoon licked it off of his lips.

“come here. give hyung a kiss.”

namjoon surged up, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips, leaning into hoseok’s touch when he cupped his face.

“you did well, namjoonie.” he meant it, and meant it even more when namjoon let out a quiet keen. “i don’t like being so—ah. clean me up, puppy.”

he expected namjoon to walk off to get a towel or something, but - he dropped down, nearly bowing as he licked up his own come from hoseok’s skin without thought. hoseok could do nothing but watch, entranced.

“good boy,” he whispered. “god. have to give me another kiss after that—”

namjoon pressed his cheek to his knee with a happy hum. he didn’t take initiative with the second kiss, instead kneeling up once more and tilting his chin up in offering. hoseok leaned down and kissed him softly, petting his hair.

“my baby. let’s go get actually cleaned up, hm? my good boy deserves a nice shower and so do i. should we share?”

namjoon’s eyes lit up. “please, omega-ssi?”

hoseok smiled, giving him another peck. as far as he knew for sure, it was namjoon’s first kiss with any of them. he had suspicions about what happened during his and jungkook’s trips to the garden, but he’d let jungkook confess on his own time.

“you’re a sweet thing, aren’t you, joonie?”

namjoon’s eyes went even brighter. “i-i hope so, sir.” he shivered when hoseok quirked a brow. timidly, he corrected himself, “hyung?”

“good boy,” hoseok smiled. “let’s go shower.”

hoseok yelped when yoongi leaned on the doorway, a smug smile on his pretty face. “i knew it’d be you.”

hoseok half-scowled, half-pouted. “you did not. you’re just jealous. did you see him?”

“just the end.” he turned his attention to namjoon, still messy-faced and frozen with worry. “ah, puppy. if you keep being so good, i’ll use my mouth on you.”

he grinned when namjoon went red and dropped into a low bow. “omega-ssi—”

yoongi urged namjoon up with a laugh, pulling him down a few inches into a kiss once he was standing.

“you taste like hoseokie,” he said approvingly. “go on, sweethearts. i’ll tell jimin and tae-yah to interrogate you later.”

hoseok couldn’t help but take a steeling breath at the thought of the several orgasms that would follow (or happen during) that interrogation. he decided to send namjoon away when it happened, not wanting to spoil him too terribly. they would surely want to give him some orgasms of his own, as well.

“you’re the worst,” he told yoongi, not meaning it in the slightest.

“don’t i know it,” yoongi grinned. “go clean up. i’ll make a snack for you both. i’m willing to bet this one gets hungry after he comes.”

hoseok gave a still-nervous namjoon’s hip a pat, lacing their fingers as they walked down away.

he might have broken first, but he had a very strong hunch that he would forever be glad that first was his.

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hoseok had really and truly broken the seal.

it was rare now to not find namjoon with his head between someone’s legs, or his cock buried in their cunt or, when the mood hit, their ass, or his knot being massaged til he was reduced to nothing but whimpers under their hands.

only jin and jungkook had been able to resist his inadvertent charms: jin out of the pack leader need to be absolutely sure that his omegas were safe, and jungkook out of the still-remaining shyness that overtook him until he was cuddled in the alpha’s lap during their not-so-secret trysts. but the rest—

yoongi took great pleasure in taking namjoon apart with his mouth, tearing him down into a whimpering, pleading mess. in return, namjoon found even greater pleasure in eating him out with a messy ferocity that he had apparently only previewed with hoseok. not that he hadn’t made up for it since then.

jimin and taehyung often tag teamed with each other edging namjoon with cruel smiles and mean giggles that they followed up with sweet nuzzles, rewarding praise, and honeyed kisses. they also rode his cock to hell and back, though none of them had braved his knot just yet - rather, none of them had braved jin’s stern insistence that it wasn’t yet allowed.

jin would deny his soft eyes and softer hands, but they had all caught glimpses of him feeding namjoon slices of fruit off his own plate, petting his hair and massaging the back of his neck, pressing the occasional kiss to his temple before sending him off to ‘make yourself useful, for fucks sake.’ namjoon, every time, did not hear a chastisement when there was none.

namjoon was all too happy to serve them, never hesitating to get on his knees or push down his pants, giddy pleasure in his eyes. when taehyung told him to fuck him harder, to hold him tighter, he did so with excitement and an odd sort of grace that he didn’t seem to possess outside of sex. he performed well, he always did - the stimulants that he was sent with had been disposed of nearly immediately and had been spared no thought since.

namjoon leaned into taehyung’s breathy praises and the broad palm that cupped his cheek, telling him to keep going even after tae had come, allowing him to chase his own pleasure at his leisure. namjoon took it gratefully as he always did when he was allowed to, though he had only not been allowed to perhaps one fuck for every ten, just to keep him on his toes.

but it felt like taehyung’s slick heat went cold when namjoon noticed the mark he had left on the omega’s arm, a clear ring of fingers that would surely leave a bruise, that were already bruising. his breath caught in his throat as he stilled, staring at it with horror.

taehyung furrowed his brows, opening an eye just enough to peek at him. “joonie?”

“i hurt you,” tumbled out of his mouth, heart pounding twice as hard with every word. “i hurt you, i marked you, i’m sorry—”

taehyung blinked at that, sitting up to give himself a quick once-over. he poked at the mark on his upper arm experimentally before humming. “s’okay, joonie. don’t worry.”

don’t worry was incomprehensible to him, both because he would, should, be punished, and because he hurt his omega.

“i’m sorry,” he rushed out, needing to say, needing to apologize, needing to make it right. “omega-ssi, i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t mean to—”

taehyung just huffed out a laugh, reaching between them to press a finger into his cunt beside namjoon’s cock. he blinked at the unusual non-reaction. “hey, i know. it didn’t really hurt, either. i told you to hold me down.”

“i marked you,” namjoon said again, filled with regret. “i’m sorry.”

taehyung hummed, pulling his hand from between them and using both arms to pull him close to his chest. “do you still want to come, puppy?”

namjoon shook his head shamefully. “i’m sorry.”

taehyung shushed him, kissing his temple and ruffling his hair. it was growing longer after nearly a month and half. he decided to ask if he’d like to cut it - after a nap. “lay down, baby. pull out slow.”

namjoon obeyed, laying beside him and curling up in a way that made him seem so small. taehyung wrapped himself around him and fell asleep with ease that namjoon absolutely did not possess. he could do nothing but stare at the bruise on taehyung’s arm, stomach churning with stress and guilt.

-

namjoon could look nowhere else the next day, becoming taehyung’s shadow and staring at the light bruise with a matching shade of shadows under his eyes. his spiral was silent, noticed only by one.

yoongi grabbed his wrist before he could follow taehyung to the next room, nodding to the floor. namjoon dropped to his knees with a thump, casting his eyes downward. “joon-ah.” 

namjoon wrapped his arms around himself tightly. “sir.”

“no one’s mad, namjoon-ah,” yoongi said quietly, tapping namjoon’s chin once. namjoon looked up as he wanted him to, but couldn’t meet his eyes for more than a split second. “no one’s upset.”

namjoon squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head, squeezing himself. “they should be.”

“and why’s that?”

“i hurt taehyung-ssi. i hurt—i should be—choked or whipped or—or locked outside for days—”

yoongi was quiet for a long moment before sighing. “you want to be punished.”

namjoon flinched. he remembered the rule, though, that jin had continued to adamantly enforce. tell us what you need.

“i need to be, omega-ssi. please.”

yoongi nodded, touching namjoon’s head and trying to not wince at the jolt of namjoon’s body. “okay, alpha. over my knee.”

even as he shook, namjoon stumbled up and over yoongi’s lap, bracing himself for the worst and believing, knowing, he would deserve even more.

but yoongi just spanked him with his hand. sternly, sure, namjoon felt each strike, but more softly and kindly than he had ever received. this position was considered too gentle for alphas, anyway; he hadn’t been taken over anyone’s knee more than twice, as far as he could remembered. he should be caned, he thought, made to bleed, made to bruise a hundred times what he had caused taehyung to suffer. 

“no one’s mad at you, namjoonie,” yoongi muttered above him, giving him solid, rhythmic spanks, alternating cheeks. his other hand rested on the small of namjoon’s back, giving it occasional comforting rubs. “you’re a good boy. you’re a good alpha.”

a tear fell from namjoon’s cheek onto the floor; he could barely see it hit the rug through blurry eyes. “i hurt him, hyung.”

“barely.” yoongi sighed, stroking his ass before giving it another spank. “he liked it. it’s a good hurt, what little you did. i hope you do the same to me at some point, you know? i want you to leave bruises on my hips when you take me from behind.”

the casual fantasy made namjoon’s stomach flutter with more than the possibility. it was silly that the thought was so comforting, but he felt his muscles relax just a tiny bit.

“really?” he sniffled.

“really,” yoongi confirmed. he gave his ass a few soft pats. “is that enough, baby? need any more?”

namjoon hiccupped with a quiet cry and shook his head. he expected to be sent to his pallet or to be forced to kneel in the corner, but yoongi just guided him onto his side on the couch, laying beside him and spooning him warmly, kissing the nape of his neck.

“you’re a good alpha, baby,” he muttered. “our good puppy. you didn’t mean to bruise him, we know that. and he wouldn’t mind if you had meant to. you’ve seen us mark each other up, hm?”

namjoon sniffled. “i’m not an omega, hyung,” he reminded gently. “i don’t—i can’t—”

“you can. i’m giving you permission. unless we tell you to be gentle—and we will tell you if that’s what we want—you can mark us the way we mark each other, at least for the most part. wouldn’t you like that?”

namjoon nodded after a moment and sniffled again. “thank you. for—ah.”

yoongi kissed his neck, a smile pressed against it. “for spanks?”

namjoon’s ears burned as he nodded, squirming.

yoongi laughed. “you’re welcome, baby. you have such a pretty ass, namjoon-ah. and pretty lips. turn around and let me kiss them for a while, hm?”

namjoon didn’t even notice himself drifting off as they kissed slow and languidly, only realizing when he woke to taehyung throwing himself on top of them both, ignoring yoongi’s groan in favor of peppering namjoon’s face with little kisses.

“feel better?” he asked.

namjoon nodded but still looked up with him with sorrowful eyes. “i’m sorry for hurting you, omega-ssi.”

taehyung rolled his eyes and scritched his hair. “it’s okay, namjoon-ah. i like it.”

“i’m still sorry.”

taehyung gave him a quick kiss. “shut up,” he said, sweet and fond.

“you shut up,” yoongi grumbled. “i was having such a nice nap with our namjoonie—”

“i want in on it, then,” taehyung grinned, slotting himself on namjoon’s other side, wrapping his arm around him and pressing his hand flat against his belly.

“napping on a couch with three people isn’t gonna be easy,” yoongi huffed, making absolutely no move to leave.

“good thing we got a wide one, then,” taehyung said happily, rubbing his cheek on namjoon’s shoulder.

namjoon felt so nice and encompassed and forgiven - and, more than that, he felt the whisper in the back of his mind that told him he hadn’t even needed to be forgiven at all.

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when hoseok and jungkook’s heats hit, they locked namjoon up. it was a precaution, they said; he had behaved himself well, exceptionally so, since they had bought him. he was a sweet alpha, obedient and enthusiastic, but there was always a chance that that would change as soon as he smelled an omega in heat. it was much too great a risk to put it to chance.

they could feel his sadness when they locked him in the small room they had given to him, but even if they had the desire to smooth out his pout, the thought of namjoon’s formidable frame on top of a frightened, helpless jungkook had them checking the locks on the outside of the door thrice over.

if it was just hoseok in heat - or anyone else, really - they might have allowed him to remain in the main areas of the house, though chained, monitored, and secure. maybe they would have even let him have a peak at what he would eventually be allowed to have.

but it was jungkook in heat, their baby, their darling, the one who was still too shy to even kiss the alpha when others were around to see.

they brought namjoon meals that were often accompanied by his favorite desserts that jin had just so happened to order and leave on the counter. he refused to suggest that they might be given to namjoon, but taehyung had left a plate he’d prepared for him alone for a moment and a slice of cake had been placed on it when he came back. jin’s scent lingered behind like his own body was tattling on him.

namjoon always took his meals with profuse thanks, and was filled with even more gratitude when they brought him books to keep him occupied. he always asked after hoseok and jungkook, genuinely relieved when the pack’s reports came back assuring and positive.

jimin nearly, nearly, dragged namjoon out of his room and into the pack nest when namjoon had said “i miss you all” with a heartfelt, quiet mumble as jimin closed the door. instead, he ducked back inside and gave him a few quick kisses, sitting sideways on namjoon’s lap and squeezing the nape of his neck.

“we miss you, too, big boy,” he promised, cupping his face. “kook and hyung’s heats are starting to fade. hoseokie-hyung’s will probably end by the morning. jungkookie has just another day or so.”

namjoon nodded, leaning into jimin’s touch. “omega-ssi? may i have some paper? and something to write with?”

“sure, joon-ah.” jimin gave him a final kiss before leaving him be, stopping by a few moments later with a pen and another kiss.

when jin came to deliver his next meal, namjoon knelt before him with his head bowed.

“ah, alpha,” he sighed heavily. “what do you want?”

namjoon bowed lower before glancing up. “i—could you—could you give this to jungkookie?” he asked, holding out a folded paper. “jungkook-ssi—” he quickly corrected, looking up at him with wide eyes. “please, sir?”

jin squinted at him before taking it. he gave it a sniff to make sure his alpha scent hadn’t saturated it too badly before nodding. “fine.”

though he usually left without much fanfare, jin paused, leaning on the door. “how are you, joonie?”

namjoon blinked a few times. “i-i’m fine, sir.”

jin stared expectantly.

“lonely,” he admitted. “i miss omegas. and chores.”

jin snorted. “and pussy?”

namjoon’s cheeks went red but he nodded. “a-and pussy, sir. but omegas most of all.”

jin stared at him for another moment before nodding, flicking the paper. “i’ll give this to jungkookie.”

“thank you, omega-ssi,” namjoon said, bowing once more, still on his knees.

“eat up, joon-ah.” jin pursed his lips. “you’ll need your strength. we miss you, too.”

he didn’t give namjoon the chance to even react before he rushed out the door, slamming it shut and turning the locks like the emotional admission could be trapped behind him.

-

namjoon had drawn their tree - though ‘drawn’ and ‘tree’ were both questionable words. namjoon would never in his life claim to be an artist.

i miss you, omega-ssi, he had written under the branches in a messy scrawl. i hope to see you soon. please be well.

-

jungkook had namjoon’s note clutched in his hand when he stumbled his way into namjoon’s room, leaving the door cracked behind him. the sweet scent of heat clung to him, thoroughly saturating the blanket he had taken from the nest and draped around his bare shoulders. he let himself in, squinting through sleepy eyes, squinting more when namjoon awoke immediately, pushing himself up to stare at jungkook with alarmed eyes.

he didn’t say anything as jungkook crawled onto his pallet with him, curling up at his side and pressing his warm cheek to namjoon’s bare chest.

“jungkook-ah?” namjoon whispered.

jungkook nodded like it was an explanation in itself. he yawned widely and rubbed his cheek against his pec before wriggling up to press his nose into namjoon’s neck.

namjoon’s breath caught in his throat as jungkook scented him lightly, nosing at him with endearing gentleness. he nearly choked when jungkook adjusted so he could lap at his scent gland with soft little kitten licks that made namjoon’s stomach stir pleasantly.

he was hard, sure, his knot forming untouched at the base of his cock; he had an in-heat omega on top of him, scenting him, his sweet scent beyond enticing, his presence irresistible - but more than that, more than the desire stirring hotly within him, he felt joy. joy at jungkook’s trust, at his love, at his want to be with namjoon even in his incredibly vulnerable state. he ignored his cock and swelling knot without difficulty, tucking jungkook closer and kissing his hair.

he let out a grumbly purr, one that had become less and less unfamiliar and unpracticed as he spent more time with the pack, and more time with jungkook in particular. jungkook hummed happily in response, ceasing his licks and cuddling as close as he could, as if he could absorb him given half a chance. his pretty omegan purr joined namjoon’s, the sound slow and sleepy, with a contentedly drowsy edge.

he was falling asleep, namjoon realized, protectiveness surging through him at the thought. this darling, precious, in-heat omega felt safe enough to sleep in an alpha’s arms, an alpha he’d been kept safely away from for the past few days, deciding that he was now safely kept in his arms. he would never let that trust go to waste.

he stayed awake for a long while, ensuring that there were absolutely no hints of threats before allowing himself to drift, breathing in jungkook’s perfect scent. he was alert even in his sleep, ready to spring up to protect should there be any potential threat.

his eyes flew open hours later when he heard someone pounding through the hall, but he didn’t move - he knew the sounds of the pack better than anything else, and knew they were no threat to his sleeping charge.

hoseok threw the door open and looked around frantically; yoongi followed him close behind, and jin half-pushed him aside with fire and fear in his eyes.

he looked ready to rip jungkook from namjoon’s arms, but yoongi stopped him with a hand on his elbow.

jungkook blinked awake slowly at the scent of his pack, looking up at them sleepily. he yawned widely and laid back down, rubbing his cheek on namjoon’s chest.

“jungkook?” jin said shakily.

“mm?” jungkook hummed. he distractedly found namjoon’s nipple to play with, a self-soothing gesture that sent shivers down namjoon’s spine. his cock throbbed achingly under his sweats; he was so hard that he was practically on display for them even clothed as he was, especially because he had wrapped his blanket snugly around jungkook with no regard for himself.

jin stared at his cock for a long moment before meeting namjoon’s eyes, stern and serious. “have you been taking care of my omega, namjoon?”

pride threatened to puff up namjoon’s chest and he shuddered under jungkook’s touch. “yes, sir.”

jungkook hummed, pressing his hand flat over namjoon’s nipple and granting him (and his cock) reprieve. “good alpha,” he mumbled.

jin nodded after a moment. “you didn’t—?” he glanced down pointedly.

“no, sir—” he rushed. “i didn’t, i wouldn’t.”

“good alpha,” jungkook said again, louder and firm.

yoongi huffed a laugh. “okay, baby. good alpha.”

the praise was enough for namjoon to preen over, as was hoseok sitting by his pallet and holding onto namjoon’s ankle, but he didn’t look away from jin’s stern and assessing gaze.

“good alpha,” jin decided finally.

namjoon flushed, eyes going proudly bright. “thank you, omega-ssi.”

jin nodded once. “i’m going to—make breakfast.” he turned on his heel abruptly, like the praise might burn him if he stayed. he didn’t slam the door shut this time, instead hurrying down the hall to outrun it.

yoongi and hoseok remained. hoseok was still coming down from his heat, the honeyed scent clinging to him, though less so than it did to jungkook. he crawled over to namjoon to his other side, almost startling when a rumbly purr stirred in namjoon’s chest once more.

yoongi grinned, sitting crosslegged beside the pallet and petting his short hair. namjoon would have loved for him to climb in, as well; his narrow pallet would be nothing but a blessing as it would have yoongi right on top of him.

“good boy,” yoongi praised, tugging his hair. “jungkookie cried for his joonie-alpha as soon as he saw your note. that was a sweet thing to do.”

“just—wanted him to know i missed him, hyung. didn’t mean to be sweet.”

“you were sweet anyway.”

sweet in yoongi’s voice was so kind and pleasant, not at all like he had heard it aimed at him before. the pack treated sweet like it was a good thing, and namjoon, though still confused, was more than grateful.

yoongi leaned down and kissed namjoon’s forehead before kissing his lips, as well. “you’re hard,” he stated.

namjoon blinked. “of course, sir.”

“and you haven’t touched yourself.”

namjoon nearly pouted. “no, sir.”

“and you haven’t touched jungkookie?”

namjoon did pout, then, adamant. “no, sir. i wouldn’t. not if he didn’t tell me to. not if omegas didn’t allow it.”

yoongi nodded before stating matter-of-factly, “i’ll have you during my heat.”

“oh—” namjoon blushed, the unexpected statement fluttering around in his stomach. “oh. thank you, hyung.”

yoongi smiled. “does that make you happy?”

namjoon’s eyes went wide at the understatement. “happy? of course, sir, i—i would be honored to serve you, thank you—”

“to serve me, huh?” yoongi laughed quietly. “not happy to fuck me while i’m in heat?”

“well,” namjoon said shyly, “i’ll be happy to fuck you in heat, sir, but—but i want to serve you before anything else.”

yoongi nodded again, giving him another quick kiss. “well. there’s a couple months before it even matters. but—you’re a good boy, joonie darling. a good alpha.”

almost abruptly as jin had, yoongi stood and fled, leaving namjoon alone with two heat-warm omegas. leaving him with trust. namjoon tucked both omegas closer, closing his eyes and breathing them in contentedly.

they both slept their heat off at his side, and namjoon was sure that he had never been happier.

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it was not altogether surprising that jungkook and hoseok’s heats triggered namjoon’s rut. it seemed that jin was the only one who scented the slight change in the air and had steeled himself for the inevitable, muttering his concerns to yoongi alone, not willing to put any stress on a still-recovering hoseok’s shoulders.

“there’s no way i’m letting him out,” jin said with stern finality.

yoongi nodded with a sigh. “i know. but chains are too excessive, hyung—”

“nothing is too excessive if it protects my omegas.”

“they’re my omegas, too,” yoongi reminded him, an edge to his voice. “you’re my omega. i hope you don’t think i would do anything to put you at risk.”

“no." jin slumped, chastised. “i know. it would just—feel so much safer.”

“we have to get used to it, don’t we? it’s not like this is the one and only rut he’ll have.”

jin nodded and took a breath, leaning his head back to stare at the kitchen ceiling.

“and beyond that,” yoongi added softly, putting a hand on jin’s knee, “i truly don’t believe he’d hurt us.”

jin pursed his lips. “i’m not there, yoongi-yah. and he’ll be in rut. it’s not like it’s abnormal to keep rutting alphas locked up. and he’s—he’s cast some sort of spell on our babies—”

“he has not, and i know you don’t believe that.” he slid out of his own seat to straddle jin’s lap, squeezing the nape of his neck until he met his eyes. “and our babies aren’t actually babies, you know that, right? they’re mature omegas who make their own decisions and carry their own affections. even if those affections don’t match your own. yet.”

“yet.” jin snorted. “i’m just saying, though—”

“you’re ‘just saying’ that you don’t trust them enough to be the responsible adults they are. you want to change the locks, hyung, and that would be a violation of the trust i know you have in our mates. i understand that you just want to protect them, you’re a perfect, incredible pack leader, but it’s not the solution in the long run.”

“what is the solution, yoongi?” jin huffed, frustrated. “so far the only one that’s been proposed is that i change.”

“that’s not necessarily a bad thing, jinnie. change doesn’t have to be bad. and he’s ours—what are we supposed to do but grow to love him?”

jin was quiet for a long moment, searching yoongi’s eyes. “do you love him?”

“i’m getting there,” he admitted easily. “he’s easy to love.”

jin was silent for a long moment, reading yoongi’s open face and sorting through his stubborn pack leader hindbrain as much as he could. “i’m not letting him out. but—the chains can stay off. and i won’t change the locks.”

it clearly pained him to concede so much and yoongi gave him a consoling kiss. “thank you, omega. i swear you won’t regret it.”

jin frowned and rubbed yoongi’s waist. “we’ll see.”

-

jin did not regret it. yet.

he refused to let anyone be around namjoon when he wasn’t present, which meant he was spending an unprecedented amount of time with the alpha. all of his omegas were spoiling namjoon with kisses and cuddles and food and gifts, and jin bore witness to every one of namjoon’s bright smiles and his profuse gratitude and the gentle hands and lips and eyes that never once left the omegas as they fluttered around his room.

jin wouldn’t let them get so close when namjoon entered true rut, but he found himself indulging them with more time than he intended even as namjoon’s fever slowly rose, his scent growing more heady. he would leave him alone with a knotting toy as soon as it was time - and he would have to stand guard in front of the alpha’s door for a week to make sure none of his omegas tried to sneak unsupervised as soon as he did.

but it had been nearly twenty-four hours of pre-rut, and all namjoon seemed to be interested in was scenting and being scented, holding every omega that came within arms’ reach close to his strong chest and breathing them in, glancing at jin all the while. he didn’t look at him like he was a threat, though; he looked at him like he needed to make sure jin was there.

he wasn’t looking now, though, and jin allowed himself to stare.

he’d thought it was silly when the pack, yoongi and jungkook in particular, had begun plying him with things they used to nest, but it was harmless enough that he’d decided he wouldn’t begrudge them. he’d assumed that namjoon would toss them aside after he’d thoroughly drenched them in his alpha stink (a stink that jin would never admit wasn’t exactly hard on his nose), and he would just have to spend a few hours washing it out of them, but—

“do alphas usually build nests?” he asked.

namjoon froze all at once, going tense. his hands hovered over one of taehyung’s favorite throws.

jin furrowed his brows as he watched. “namjoon-ah?” he prompted.

namjoon tensed even more. “no, omega-ssi.”

“no?”

namjoon slowly rocked back onto his heels, bowing his head and not turning to face him. “no, omega-ssi,” he said quietly. he put his hands in his lap; they were truly trembling now. “should i t-take it down, sir?”

jin blinked. “what?

namjoon seemed to take that as a yes and began to pull at the blanket he’d been adjusting, persisting even as his scent soured into something sad and distressed.

“joon, hey—” jin said. whether he wanted to admit it or not, he felt compelled to soothe, to put a stop to whatever was making the alpha (his alpha) so upset. “stop.”

namjoon stopped moving obediently. jin frowned at the way his breath hitched and came closer, bending down to see his face.

“i’m sorry—” namjoon blurted, a messy sob breaking through. “i’ll st-stop, i’ll t-take—i’m sorry, sir, i—”

“joon,” jin said more firmly. “look at me.”

namjoon obeyed; he’d gone from looking content and focused to absolutely wrecked in the span of a single minute, it seemed.

“i’m sorry,” he said again. quiet. broken.

“you don’t have to be like other alphas,” jin found himself saying. namjoon didn’t look away as another sob escaped his throat. “you can build a nest, namjoon-ah. i don’t care.”

jin did care, he realized. he cared a lot. he didn’t want namjoon to tear down his nest. he wanted him to have that comfort; he wanted him to make his omegas comfortable; he wanted namjoon and his omegas to feel safe and a nest was the perfect way to make those things happen. and it would make them happy, too, this unexpected nest. perhaps jin most of all.

“s-sir?” namjoon said. he didn’t believe him, that much was clear.

jin grabbed his chin, meeting his eyes and looking at him straight on. “do you want to nest, alpha?”

namjoon’s eyes welled with more tears. he nodded, cheeks squishing under jin’s fingers as he did so.

“then nest.” jin hesitated before letting go of his chin, reaching around to scruff his neck instead. tae and jungkook loved when they were scruffed in pre-heat, loved the comfort and command it gave them; jin thought that namjoon in pre-rut might be the same. “hyung wants you to nest.”

he nearly pushed namjoon away when he surged forward and threw his arms around jin, dropping his head to his shoulder to hide his crying eyes, relief and gratitude pouring out of him. jin slowly hugged him back, patting his back almost awkwardly.

“thank you,” namjoon choked out. “thank you, sir, omega-ssi, hyung, thank you—”

“ah,” jin pretended he didn’t feel his cheeks prickle with a blush. “hush. nesting is normal. it’s good. nothing to thank me for.”

“alphas don’t nest.”

“and my namjoonie does,” jin said. “it’s a nice nest, alpha.”

the chirp namjoon let out was more omegan than not. it was a touching, pleased sound that jin hadn’t heard him make before. he was sure no one else had, either, he would have heard if they did; his mates seemed to talk of nothing but their alpha some nights, practically gossiping about his voice and dimples and muscles.

“go on,” he said gruffly, pushing him away. “make it perfect. go.”

namjoon obeyed quickly, hurrying back to adjusting his nest with gusto. he was messier than hoseok and more particular than taehyung; as indecisive as yoongi but as confident as jin himself. namjoon hesitated and glanced back at jin shyly, jungkook’s sweater held in his hand. and like jungkook, jin knew exactly what he wanted.

he held out his hand and took the sweater, not looking at namjoon as he pressed it to his own neck and rubbed it on his cheek, covering it with his own scent. he handed it back and watched faux-casually as namjoon buried his face in it for a moment before putting it near the very top of the nest. it was a place of honor.

there was no way namjoon didn’t notice the pleased scent that suddenly filled the room, but he smartly did not acknowledge it. the rest of the pack was not quite as smart when jin started gathering his own nesting materials to give namjoon only a few moments after that, but jin stubbornly ignored their teasing. (though he couldn’t ignore jungkook’s sweet “oh, hyung” and gave him a quick kiss before slamming namjoon’s door shut behind him.)

in the end, namjoon’s nest was an eclectic assortment of items and materials from every member of the pack; plushies and blankets and pillows and clothes carefully and deliberately arranged until the persistent itch in namjoon’s brain was content. though their heat nests were usually covered in their own individual scents, even when both in-heat omegas had decided to combine their nests, namjoon’s rut nest was an even mix of all of theirs, and namjoon’s own heavy scent was just a pleasant addition on top of it all.

he looked at jin when he was done, eyes wide and so clearly searching for approval.

“good job, namjoon-ah,” jin offered quietly.

he accepted namjoon’s inviting reach without hesitation, climbing into the nest and letting namjoon wrap himself around him, nuzzling his shoulder but not scenting without jin’s permission. jin sighed before guiding him to his neck, shivering at namjoon’s grumbly purr and the needy rub of his cheek against his gland.

“good boy. good alpha,” he muttered. he hesitated before kissing namjoon’s hair. “omega is proud.”

happiness surged through the room, almost overwhelming in the spice-heavy waft of it.

jin held him close, rubbing his back. he ignored the cock he felt hardening against his thigh, and was admittedly impressed that namjoon did the same. either moments or hours after after namjoon sank into sleep still cuddled against him, the door cracked open and yoongi’s grinning face appeared for only a second before the door closed again.

he scowled when his evil babies showed up just moments later, jimin, taehyung, and jungkook clumsily crawling into namjoon’s nest, cuddling up on either side. hoseok and yoongi joined them, dimming the lights as they came in.

namjoon stirred and blinked blearily around as the pack congregated. jin was glad for the incredibly loud, rumbly purr namjoon let out. it was a very pleasant excuse to pretend to not hear the half-teasing, fully-pleased chatter surrounding him.

“he’s going to need a bigger bed,” yoongi said quietly, leaning on jin’s side. “or.”

“shut up,” jin said gently, leaning his cheek on yoongi’s hair and tightening his arms around namjoon. “not now.”

yoongi didn’t take offense where there was none and nodded, finding one of jin’s hands to rub warmly, occasionally drifting to rub namjoon’s back instead.

they watched in peaceful silence as hoseok discovered namjoon’s hard cock still pressed against jin’s leg; with a delighted jimin and taehyung, they woke namjoon up with pleasant hands around his aching knot, coaxing him through the first of what jin knew would be many, many orgasms in the coming days.

he held namjoon all the while and pretended to not be incredibly smug when namjoon looked to him alone for permission to come. why shouldn't he, after all? he was jin's alpha.

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jin had remained adamant about namjoon only using the knotting toy during his rut, but he had just been so - polite. namjoon seemed barely aware of his own needs, focusing instead on the omegas and what they needed, what they desired. he tried to feed them the fruit they so carefully cut for him, gently patted their sweaty brows with they towels they’d brought in for him, made sure they sipped as much water as he did, holding a bottle to someone’s lips every single time they did the same to him.

he also ate them out with perhaps even more gusto than usual (certainly sloppier than usual, much to their delight) and fucked them with clumsy thrusts and stuttering hips and needless apologies.

jin, though, he didn’t dare beg to please. and jungkook - he threw a blanket over himself and jungkook on occasion, emerging moments later with red lips and a blushing omega held close to his chest.

he kissed the rest of them with abandon, even allowing yoongi to lead him into a true make-out session that was more bruising than he generally allowed himself to be, still hesitant to mark them even though permission to do so had been given.

it had admittedly been a test - and an unfair one, at that - when jin very sternly told him “no knotting” as hoseok pushed the alpha down to ride his cock. it was difficult for namjoon to control his knot on a normal day, and in rut with a talented omega riding him to hell and back, it had to be nearly impossible. even if he was conscious and conscientious enough for jin to even allow him to fuck an omega during his rut, it was known that rut was a time that alphas needed to knot. even though jin had been made soft against his will by his sweet little nesting alpha, he still needed to protect his omegas before anything else.

need or not, even as his knot swelled and pressed hotly against hoseok’s rim, namjoon grabbed it in his hand, keeping hoseok from taking it in as the omega so clearly wanted to do, even though it must have been unsatisfactory, if not painful. he grit his teeth as hoseok rode out their near-simultaneous orgasms, a veritable river of come pouring out of hoseok’s hole when he reluctantly lifted himself off.

namjoon let go of his knot with a shaky breath; jin stared at him for a long moment before nodding, grabbing the knotting toy from beside the bed and working it over his cock, fucking him with it a few times before allowing him to sink his knot into it.

“good boy,” he decided.

he refused to preen when his praise made namjoon spill over once more.

-

it went on like that for another day; namjoon being spoiled, in jin’s opinion, by his omegas, with their hands and mouths and cunts, being treated sweetly with cuddles and kisses and scenting.

namjoon behaved himself unbelievably well, looking to jin for approval every time an omega offered himself to him, hazy eyes aware enough to plead and wait for permission. (and, of course, it was permission that jin always granted.)

when he was well and truly out of it, though, his cock constantly hard and throbbing and ready to knot at any given moment, he wasn’t asking for omegas to fuck or holes to fill, and even their still-welcome touches seemed to not soothe as much as they had just hours before. he looked to jin with teary eyes, pleading for something amorphous but needed, squeezing his eyes shut when words wouldn’t come like he was accepting this aching fate.

jin grabbed him by the hair and, though he didn’t pull enough for it to hurt, namjoon’s eyes shot open as he let out a loud gasp.

"what do you need?” jin asked lowly; it was clear that he wouldn’t accept a non-answer.

his breath caught in his throat when namjoon flipped himself over, pressing his chest down and pushing his ass up - presenting. his proud cock hung heavy between his legs, hard nipples brushing the blankets of his nest, his cheeks flushed, watching jin, half-panicked but wanting, needing.

“holy shit,” hoseok whispered behind him,

this was not for them, jin decided. this was for him. this was for namjoon’s pack omega.

“look at you,” he muttered, putting a hand on namjoon’s hip. “presenting for me so nicely. does my alpha want to get fucked?”

namjoon whimpered and nodded, tears welling in his pretty eyes. “y-yes, omega.”

jin rubbed his ass as he watched his face carefully. “have you done this before, joon-ah?”

namjoon shook his head quickly, squeezing his eyes shut before forcing them to fly open, knowing that jin wouldn’t give him anything of the sort if he wasn’t able to see him.

jin pursed his lips and stared at him. “okay,” he sad finally. “you will tell me if you need to stop. do you understand, alpha?”

namjoon nodded quickly, his relief palpable. “yes, sir, omega—”

the pack wordlessly made room as jin went behind him, keeping an eye on namjoon’s posture and scent and face all the while.

“i’m going to open you up with my slick,” he said. namjoon moaned, cock visibly throbbing. “stay presenting for me, alpha. and if you need to stop, what do you do?”

“t-tell omega. please—”

jin gathered his own slick with two fingers, not at all surprised by the river dripping down his legs. he smeared it over the tight furl of namjoon’s hole before gathering more, slicking him up until he was satisfied. he worked him open with his fingers, slowly and intentionally, his attention nowhere but namjoon. namjoon was shaking, but with no sign of distress - the only thing that poured out of him was lust-want- need that made jin’s mouth water, his own scent beginning to spike with the exact same notes.

“good boy, namjoonie,” he muttered. namjoon gripped the blanket under him and arched his back at the praise. “opening up so well for me, baby. taking omega’s fingers so well.”

alphas didn’t do this. jin knew. absolutely nothing he read, no one he talked to, nothing he’d seen, would indicate that alphas would concede this submission so willingly. other alphas, he was sure, no matter how well-trained they were, might fight against their omegas. but namjoon, his namjoonie, his nesting sweetheart who would never dare to and would never want to hurt his omegas, was their perfect alpha.

his cock throbbed at the thought.

“omega-hyung’s going to fuck you now, namjoonie. are you ready?”

namjoon nodded quickly, letting out an eager, needy sob into the nest. “please, please, omega-hyung, fuck me, please—” he babbled, words almost unintelligible.

even if jin hadn’t been able to make out a single word, though, he knew exactly what he needed.

even with jin’s careful stretching, namjoon was still so tight, almost impossibly so. jin’s cock wasn’t the largest of the pack’s, but it was plenty big to fill his alpha up - but it would take work to fill him, and it was work jin found himself all too willing to put in.

he fucked just the tip into his hole in small movements, keeping a hand on namjoon’s back to better feel his reactions, not wanting to solely rely on scent.

“good boy,” he praised, just loud enough for him to hear. “that’s it, baby, open up for me.”

namjoon sobbed again when he was able to work in more than the tip, pushing his hips back to try to take more.

jin spanked him lightly, holding his hips tight to stop him from moving. “patient, joonie, baby. take what your omega gives you.”

namjoon mumbled rushed sorries, pleads, begs, and jin rubbed his ass to soothe him.

he didn’t hold himself for too long, though; namjoon was relaxing and was able to take him deeper and deeper with each thrust, though he only seemed to be satiated when jin fully bottomed out, holding himself steady and still deep in him.

“there we are, puppy,” he praised. “how are you feeling?”

“good—” he choked out. “thank you, thank you, please—”

jin shushed him but pulled out slowly, pushing back in with a gentleness that he reserved only for his omegas in their tenderest moments. “good boy, alpha. being so good for me.”

he rubbed namjoon’s sides as he fucked him, picking up the pace, adjusting the angle as soon as namjoon’s scent spiraled wild with pleasure, his gasp pretty and broken in the air. he made sure to drag the head of his cock along namjoon’s prostate with every thrust, his fingers leaving imprints on his hips that would hopefully bruise as he held him still.

he let go of one hip to reach under namjoon, wrapping a warm hand around his knot. namjoon’s hips stuttered as he tried to stop himself from fucking into it, sweet and obedient even as jin was steadily taking him apart.

jin huffed a laugh and patted his ass, pausing to grip it to see his cock sliding in and out of namjoon’s hole. “go ahead, darling. my good boy. knot my hand".”

namjoon moaned loudly, sinking his teeth into his own arm to keep himself quiet. jin took his hand off his knot in quick chastisement, using it instead to tug namjoon’s hair sharply to pull him off.

“don’t hurt yourself,” he commanded sternly. “we’re the only ones who can mark you.”

namjoon nodded obediently, moving his arm and hiding his face in the pillow instead.

that wouldn’t do, either, jin decided. he loved his namjoonie presenting for him, but—

he pulled out, ignoring namjoon’s sad moan in favor of bodily flipping him over, pushing him down onto his broad back and nudging his legs apart.

“i want to see you,” he said, voice heavy and demanding. “want to see your face when i make you come.”

namjoon nodded quickly, tears dripping down his flushed cheeks. jin brushed them away with gentle hands as he pushed into him once more, bottoming out on the first slow thrust and rocking into him, making namjoon moan.

jin caught namjoon’s hand before he could attempt to cover up his pretty noises and pinned his wrist above him. he gripped namjoon’s knot with his other hand, reveling in the helpless, desperate whines his alpha was letting out, overwhelmed with jin, in him and on him and holding him down.

“good boy,” he nearly growled. “good boy. come on, baby, i want to see you—”

he let namjoon’s wrist go and kissed him, threading his fingers as well as he could through his hair and tugging it encouragingly. namjoon wasn’t exactly good at kissing back at the moment, as overwhelmed as he was, but jin didn’t mind. he nipped his lip before sitting up enough to look between them, at namjoon’s pulsing knot that was quickly swelling in his hand.

“there we are,” he cooed breathily. “there you go. god, namjoonie, my big boy—”

namjoon whined, reaching for him. jin allowed him to pull him into another kiss.

“i wanna see you,” he muttered against his lips.

he felt namjoon throb at his words and he fucked into him harder, sitting up once more to grip his ass with one hand and work his knot over with the other.

“come, namjoonie,” he encouraged lowly, eyes on his cock. when namjoon finally spilled over, covering jin’s fingers with an incredible about of come, jin felt his own orgasm wash over him, taking him by surprised. he kept his hand around namjoon and couldn’t help but imagine that knot locking them together, maybe with jin riding him, maybe with namjoon taking him from behind (though that certainly wouldn’t happen for a good while, or so jin wanted to tell himself).

he fucked namjoon through it, keeping a warm hand on his knot instead of forcing him into the impersonal knotting toy. he whimpered so pleasantly every time jin squeezed, and whimpered even more pleasantly when jin whispered praises and offered him soothing pets. his whimpers turned pitiful when jin slowly pulled out, though he was quickly shushed and plugged back up with jin’s fingers, fucking his own come back into his tight hole.

he’d have to get him a plug, he distractedly decided. a small one, one that wouldn’t stretch him too much, just enough to keep him sated - and to keep jin inside.

-

namjoon emerged from his rut haze that night and immediately sought jin out with fearful eyes, but jin caught him before he could stumble out of the nest and into a pleading bow.

“you’re a perfect alpha,” he told him sternly.

namjoon stared up at him in shock. it was the first time he had heard jin speak so definitively and positively about him while namjoon was in his clear mind. jin nearly scowled; namjoon would just have to get used to it.

“thank you for presenting for me, namjoon-ah. and for letting me take care of you.”

tears welled over once more and jin wondered how this silly alpha had any tears left to spare after all that. “you don’t mind?”

“i love it. now shut up,” he said, tugging him close, holding him to his chest and hooking a leg over both of namjoon’s to keep him still.

“thank you,” namjoon whispered against his shoulder moments later.

jin nodded once and promptly ignored him, just as he’d ignored all of his omegas’ smug, knowing grins ever since jin was able to focus on anything but namjoon.

he kissed his alpha’s forehead and scruffed him lightly. “my perfect alpha. rest.”

as he always did, namjoon obeyed.

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things changed after that. how could they not?

namjoon had more than endeared himself to jin; the omega had immediately joined the rest in spoiling their baby alpha, lavishing him in gifts and kisses, sparing him no expense in money or time. namjoon was always so wide-eyed and grateful for everything he was given, too. from gachapon capsules and potted plants to someone spending the night in his bed or dragging him into theirs, he was so earnestly thankful, giving him everything he had in return.

he didn’t have much, of course, and had nothing other than what they had given him, but the only thing they wanted was his happiness and company, either way.

that and his cock. they were all extraordinarily big fans of his cock, especially now that jin had given in and fucked their alpha, allowing himself to be fucked and knotted in return.

namjoon was a treasure, one so precious that jin could hardly understand how they’d lived without him for so long. it wasn’t that they had needed an alpha this whole time, of course not. it was just - namjoon.

and because it was namjoon, jin gave him the same parting kiss he gave everyone else, telling him to behave for his omegas while jin was gone. namjoon promised he would with that sweet smile and darling dimples, and jin believed him.

as he stared at the alpha in front of him now, though, he hoped namjoon was throwing a fit in his absence, that he was pouty and grumpy and pestering yoongi for kisses and goading hoseok for spanks. he hoped namjoon wasn’t standing as stock-still as this alpha, dressed in nothing but thick, silver chains, his face simultaneously wary and blank. he was healthy, jin could see, muscular and well-formed, his skin glowing under the oils he’d been rubbed in. but.

“ah,” jin’s friend said, catching his stare and grinning widely. “i heard you got a new one.”

jin forced his attention away from the alpha and smiled politely. “we did.”

“they must be an impressive beast for you to have chosen them,” he laughed. “our jin was always picky.”

jin huffed a laugh and leaned back on the couch, taking a sip of his drink. the beer tasted bitter in his mouth, he thought. he’d switch to water. “he’s a handsome thing. obedient.”

“and his knot?”

daehyun was one of his closest friends, one of his oldest friends, but hearing knot come from his mouth in this context made jin blush. namjoon’s knot was no one’s business but those it belonged to.

he didn’t find his words quickly enough and daehyun laughed. “jin-ah! don’t get hung up on the first knot you get!”

jin furrowed his brows. “sorry?”

“you either hate his knot or love it too much. he’s your first alpha, right?”

first? jin thought. “well—yes. of course.”

“do you want to do a trade?”

jin blinked quickly, taken aback. “i’m sorry?”

daehyung nodded towards the alpha standing pretty and passive in the corner. “we’ve been getting bored of ours. it might be good to see if trying another one out would make him interesting again or if we should get a new one.”

jin put his drink down so he wouldn’t drop it. “have you had another before?”

“yes, of course,” he laughed. “we’re on our—what, third now?”

jin’s eyes were opening in a way that made his stomach dizzyingly sick. “is that so.”

daehyun and his pack were good people, good friends, good omegas and betas, just—good. but jin couldn’t imagine having namjoon on display like that, talking about him the way daehyun did, so casually bringing up—trades. one thought about sharing namjoon made jin want to lock him away forever, hiding him from anyone else’s eyes.

he took transit home a couple hours later, even though he could call for a car that would take less than half the time to get him home. he needed to think, to sit with what he had heard, and, more importantly, to learn more.

he dimmed his screen as he read, scrolling through forums and articles instead of the official alpha handbooks he’d read before. daehyun and his pack were hardly unusual, it seemed. there were plenty sites and forums dedicated to the trading of alphas, reviews of the alphas along with pictures of their knots, critiques of their bodies. there were informal transactions in addition to agencies to go through for more formal offers. some packs rented their alphas out for their ruts or loaned them out for omegas’ heats. there were training facilities that went beyond the initial alpha centers they were all sent through, offering discipline and training for anything an omega might desire.

he was sure he’d be able to find packs like his own if he looked, but his hour-long trip home was spent learning about the complete disregard many had for their alphas, the lack of affection given to them, the dismissal of their humanity - the way they weren’t considered pack.

namjoon was pack, jin realized with a start. namjoon was theirs. namjoon was his.

-

the nightly fight had already begun when jin walked through the door, his mates all playfully arguing over who would steal their blushing, giggling alpha for the night even though everyone would end up in the pack nest in the end. no one argued with jin’s stern “come with hyung.”

namjoon was clearly excited to spend time with him, though his scent was tinged with worried curiosity as he trailed after him. his worry became more and more pronounced as he watched jin close the door and pace around the room, getting dressed for bed and not once looking at the alpha. when he did look, namjoon had sunk to his knees, holding his hands in his lap as his eyes followed jin’s movements.

“it has come to my attention,” jin started slowly, pursing his lips, “that i don’t know much about alphas. what you’ve been taught. how you’re treated.”

namjoon furrowed his brows. “hyung?”

“tell me if i’m wrong, but—alphas are rather transient, it seems. more novel than i had previously thought.”

namjoon’s scent went abruptly sour, his face so clearly full of preemptive sorrow before he bowed his head to hide it. “yes, omega-ssi.”

jin cursed at himself aloud, hurrying to sit on the bed in front of namjoon, touching his hair. “none of that, namjoon-ah. look at me.”

namjoon, ever-obedient, did just that, even as his soulful eyes shone with tears and his scent was so horribly sad that it was almost hard for jin to breathe.

“have you been expecting that, namjoon-ah? for us to—to sell you? to trade you off?”

namjoon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, tears welling in his eyes. “y-yes, omega-ssi.”

jin felt enraged all at once. he held namjoon’s chin, refusing to allow him to look away. “you are ours, namjoon-ah. you are mine. we will never trade you or sell you or rent you out or—whatever the fuck people are supposed to do with their alphas. it doesn’t matter what you’ve been taught to accept or expect, this is what you should expect now. you are ours, and nothing in the world with change that. understood?”

namjoon was speechless as he stared up at jin, tears dripping from his chin onto jin’s hand. jin pulled him up all at once, tugging him onto his lap and crushing him to his chest. namjoon cried into his shoulder as jin rubbed his back, kissing his hair, never once letting him go and never once wanting to.

“have you been worried?” he asked quietly, calmer than he had felt all night.

namjoon sniffled and nodded.

jin sighed and pulled him out of hiding, cupping his tear-streaked cheek. “do you want proof?”

confused and teary, namjoon furrowed his brow. “y-you don’t owe me anything, omega-ssi. hyung.”

jin pursed his lips and glanced at namjoon’s neck, where he had laid claim on all of his packmates years before. “i need a yes or no for this, namjoon-ah.”

namjoon’s befuddlement swept away all at once and he stared at him, mouth agape. “y-yes,” he whispered when he gathered himself enough to do so.

jin removed jin’s collar, thumbing the spot he intended to mark. “once more, namjoon-ah. do you want proof?”

“please, hyung,” namjoon breathed. “omega, please—”

jin sank his teeth into his neck, marking namjoon irreversibly as his.

Chapter Text

namjoon’s room in the training center had a window. it didn’t look out at much, but if he stood at just the right angle, his cheek pressed against the wall, he could see a tree. its trunk was old and strong, and its leaves painting the most beautiful pictures every season, even the bare branches of winter giving him some familiarity and comfort that made his heart feel whole.

it was his favorite sight and his closest companion - he had turned eighteen, and all of his youthful friends at the adolescent alpha center had been taken from him in the blink of an eye. or he was taken from them, he supposed.

but now he had been taken from his tree, as well. he had completed his training at the center, and he was twenty-one, waiting to be purchased.

and then he was twenty-two, twenty-three, and waiting for the same.

he had time around other alphas during some of the supplementary lessons, making sure they remembered how to read and breed and, at the very least, add. they had time in the yard when they have behaved themselves exceptionally well, but for the most part, namjoon was alone.

he didn’t have a window in this room and couldn’t see a single leaf no matter how hard he smushed his cheek to the wall, but he had his imagination, and when that failed, he had books.

he was so grateful for books, and for the kind training betas who brought them. there were certainly trainers stern enough to make up for their generosity and occasional indulgent smiles, but he chose to focus on kindness above all else, especially when he clutched a book to his chest.

he poured all of his energy into learning, into reading, into dreaming - and into making sure those dreams stayed hidden, even from the betas who gave him rewarding pats on the head that he felt for days.

they didn’t punish him in this center - or at least not for made-up slights. the adolescent and training centers were designed to keep alphas docile and confused, to learn their place, but the adult center was primarily meant to upkeep their training and to house them as they waited for an omega’s selection.

that didn’t mean punishments were hard to come by, of course, but at least he always knew why they came now.

the first week he was there, he learned that the trainers could see him when he couldn’t see them. they could hear him, as well. he had tried to stave off tears with a self-soothing purr, but it had lasted maybe five stilted minutes before the disciplinarians came to give him a lashing he would never forget. he had been foolish to think he could get away with it, anyway. he hadn’t been allowed to purr since he was thirteen and unpresented at his familial pack’s home, and he wouldn’t be allowed to again. it was a silly thought, to think it would bring him comfort and not pain.

and nesting—god, the first rut he went through at the center and he tried to nest—

he’d been chained and unable to touch himself the whole time, even to bring his aching cock relief. everything but his mattress had been stripped away and not given back til a week after his rut. his rut had gone on torturously long, too, of course, his body betraying him. (his body wanting, needing, trying to get what it would never, could never have.)

he was too soft for an alpha, he knew. he smiled with his eyes when he wasn’t supposed to, he got distracted by pretty things. he leaned into touch when he should have remained still, accepting only what he was given. he spoke out of turn, he cried when he was punished, he ached to be given kindness beyond books, even though his books were treasured gifts he didn’t deserve in the first place.

though he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, couldn’t keep the shine out of his eyes, couldn’t keep his traitorous body from wanting comfort and things it was not allowed to have, he was very good at hiding his dreams.

he dreamt of being bought by an omega in the first place, chosen over all of the other alphas he was up against, even though he wasn’t as conventionally attractive as the rest, even though he had solidly average rankings in nearly all categories of his training. he dreamt of an omega petting him and kissing him and letting him curl up at their feet, being given their attention, attention that didn’t hurt, attention that made him feel wanted.

(he dreamt of permanency, of being wanted even years after his purchase, of the gift of familiarity that many alphas at the center had not been given before being returned or exchanged. he dreamt of having a tree outside a window and seeing its leaves change season after season, of being allowed to change and grow with them.)

he imagined foolish scenarios as he drifted to sleep each night, hugging his pillow as subtly as he could and imagining that it was an omega who liked him. (even in his dreams, love was too scary to imagine. love could and would be denied, and it was better to not dream of it at all.) maybe they would rest their head on his broad chest (that he worked to make broader, to give them more room, a softer pillow), and he could smell their hair and keep them safe. maybe they would kiss him as they rode his knot, allowing him to serve them during their heats, making it pass easier and more pleasantly. maybe they would let him grow his hair out just to see what it would look like, though he was almost certain he’d want to cut it short again in the end. (maybe they’d tug it, not so sharply that it hurt, but enough for him to feel and remember it for days.) maybe they’d—

he didn’t dream about purring, he didn’t dream about nesting, he didn’t dream about love. those were his rules.

when the day came that he was picked, he was bought, he was chosen over all the rest, he felt like he could vibrate out of his skin. for excitement, sure, but also from sheer nerves.

his dreams, even with his strict rules, had been so foolish, he realized now. he had allowed his heart to get away from him, and now he wanted to throw himself into love, to shower them in improper devotion, to dream of years in the future in his new home.

(it was high up, their lavish apartment; he couldn’t see a specific tree from the windows, but there was practically a sea of them below, and he would see their waves of colors change with the sun. he hoped. he dreamt.)

his foolish dreams were still foolish, but then.

they tugged his hair, and didn’t immediately sheer it when it grew longer, either. they pet him, they kissed him, they cuddled him, they gave him fresh fruit and sweets and didn’t give him seafood. they didn’t strike him hard enough to bleed - they didn’t strike him at all when he didn’t ask for it, not once. they allowed him to smile; they encouraged him to. they gave him reasons to smile: a fish tank, garden walks, a room with blankets and pillows and a window to see the sea of trees whenever he wanted.

and it wasn’t just one omega giving him all these happinesses, either. it was six, even when their pack leader didn’t seem to like him very much. that was fine. he would work hard to earn his keep. he wouldn’t dream of the pack leader’s love, but he would dream of his acceptance.

and—still. still, he dreamed of permanency.

and then jin made it sure.

-

namjoon felt giddy as he crawled into the pack nest - it was nearing three in the morning and he’d only gotten up to get a drink, but now.

“jimin,” he whispered a little too loudly, shaking his shoulder. “jimin-ah—”

jimin gave a wordless mumble but blinked sleepily up at him, pulling him down and wrapping himself around him like an octopus. namjoon let him gladly, but he was much to excited to let it lull him to sleep.

“joonie,” jin groaned from the other side. “please.”

“it’s snowing,” he said, apologies far from his mind.

jimin shot awake at that, still holding him still with every limb, but namjoon’s excitement had become his own. “oh!”

“well,” jin grumbled, sitting up. “let’s go.”

they were quiet as they snuck out of the room, letting the rest of their pack sleep. they didn’t bother changing out of pajamas; they just slipped on their shoes and pulled on their jackets and made their way down.

(because namjoon was allowed down now. allowed to come with them on adventures beyond their rooftop garden, allowed to go to parks and grocery stores and around the block just because he could.

there were few omegas who would even think to allow their alphas the privilege, and even fewer alphas who were given it. but the pack always ignored any judgmental stares sent their way so namjoon did the same, his mandatory leash hanging loose from his collar as his omegas held his hand instead.)

jin had wrapped both his arms around one of namjoon’s now, nuzzling his shoulder sleepily, though his performative grumbling had been abandoned so as to not stifle namjoon’s joy.

jimin laced their fingers together on namjoon’s other side, swinging them happily. the lobby was empty except for the half-asleep concierge and they stayed quiet as they made their way outside. it was hardly a blizzard, not at all, but namjoon bounced on the balls of his feet as he looked all around.

“it’s snowing,” he whispered as he looked. he didn’t notice that his omegas only had eyes for him.

“we’ll take a walk later,” jimin promised. “maybe it’ll snow enough that we can make a tiny guy.”

namjoon gasped, turning his wide eyes on him. “a snowman?”

jin snorted fondly, squeezing his arm. “more like a snow gnome. or a snow ant.”

jimin pouted at him. “we don’t know, hyung. maybe we can build a snow giant!”

it was clear that snow ants and snow giants would make namjoon equally happy. tiny snowflakes dusted his eyelashes, the tip of his nose endearingly pink. his hair would be wet after this, all three inches of it.

jin gave his cold cheek a smacking kiss. “well—snow anythings will be up to you. i’ve had my fill for now. do you want to come up with me?”

namjoon hesitated, looking up at the sky for another moment. “yes, please. but—” he looked at jimin, “we can come outside again, omega-ssi?”

jimin laughed. “yes, alpha-hyung. but let’s go warm up for now, okay? get nice and cozy with our mates.”

“our mates,” namjoon agreed, the words still quiet and passionate and doing their best to engrave themselves in namjoon’s mind. “yes. please.”

-

the sea of trees was pink now, and namjoon could look at nothing else for the rest of his life and be happy.

that was a massive lie, of course. a life without seeing his mates was not a life at all.

the thought made him stumble in his tracks and jungkook glanced at him from his side. bam had no worries at all and continued to bound between them, panting happily as they ran through the park, the cherry blossoms occasionally blowing over them like pretty, fragrant rain.

“i love you,” he told jungkook seriously.

jungkook broke into his perfect bunny grin, nose scrunching sweetly.

“i love you, too,” he giggled, only slightly out of breath. “another mile before we head back?”

namjoon nodded, and they continued on.

-

namjoon had visited the beach with his family before he presented, but that had been over ten years ago. seeing it now was like seeing it for the very first time.

he sat in front of the water in awe for a long while with taehyung cuddled up quietly by his side, both of them still and peaceful until the water reached their legs and they couldn’t help but jump in.

there were a few other alphas at the beach, they were shocked to see, and namjoon had even been allowed to meet one of them.

the pack was like theirs, and their alpha stared with barely concealed envy at namjoon’s marked neck. jin had seen their pack beta catch his glance, and wondered if the alpha’s neck would remain bare for much longer.

(and seeing their namjoonie playfight with another alpha, wrestling in the stand and splashing in the waves, was an absolute thrill they didn’t expect to see. they made sure to treat their puppy very well that night, their tired darling who had made a friend, and had unintentionally showed off his—inspiring muscles in the process.)

-

“i’m gonna throw up,” namjoon mumbled. even yoongi’s touch was not calming him as it usually would.

“you’re not going to throw up,” yoongi soothed, rubbing his back. “they’re going to like you.”

“they’re gonna hate me and i’m gonna throw up.” namjoon was too desolate to even feel at that point, staring at the door in wait for what was sure to be his demise.

he’d been with his pack for just over two years now, and this chuseok he had been given nothing but peril. his mates’ familial packs would be visiting. most of them, at least.

they would hate him, he was sure of it. and he was mostly sure that his pack wouldn’t suddenly decide they were right to do so and wouldn’t lock him in his room forever and never give him kisses again but the thought had occurred one single time and was then burned into his mean consciousness for the foreseeable future.

maybe they could hate him for a day, he reasoned hopefully. being locked in his room until everyone left wouldn’t be so terrible, not if it meant he could get away from all of this. the doorbell rang, and yoongi just managed to keep him from running.

(they loved him, even the ones who were reluctant to at first. he was given the same pinched cheeks as the rest, the same ‘ah, look at you, alpha, you’re too skinny!’ even as jin and yoongi huffed at the blatant lie.

and after the pups had gotten used to the strange new scent, they were all over him, climbing him as he laughed, kissing his pinch-pink cheeks, wrestling him down to the ground and cheering at their victory. the adults in the room supervised warily at first, but relaxed into content amusement after a short while.

the youngest pup was passed around, and when he was deposited into jin’s arms, the pup’s dam sighed and whispered his worries.

the pup wouldn’t be an omega, his cousin knew. they’d had him tested, as most parents did. he might be a beta, they would see upon his presentation, still years in the future, but the possibility was harrowing.

“how could i give him away?” his dam murmured, the pup giggling as he played with jin’s fingers. “especially if he’s anything like your namjoonie. how could i—pretend not to care. to never—” jin wrapped his unoccupied arm around him, squeezing him comfortingly as tears rose in his eyes. “to n-never see him—”

“do you have to?” jin asked. he didn’t know, he realized; it seemed there were never-ending terrible truths about alphas to learn.

“yes.” his voice shook as he spoke. “within—within a week of alpha presentation.”

jin enjoyed his job as a lawyer. high profile, incredibly successful. he had never had a challenge like this.

“i won’t allow it. trust your cousin, hm?”

whether or not he did, his cousin still hugged him, wiping his eyes before taking his pup into his arms.

“thank you, jin-ah.”

and—seeing namjoon with pups crawling all over him, the clear joy and delight in his face, stirred up some thoughts. jin very much doubted he was the only one in their pack thinking them, too. it would be years off, if they even did. but. the thought was there.)

-

jin was poutily examining the select few gray hairs his work had given him over the past few years, something he hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge until he had succeeded.

(and succeed he did.

his cousin’s pup wouldn’t be taken away if he presented as an alpha. he would stay in his dam’s arms with his familial pack for as long as they wanted, until they found a pack good enough to mate him off to. his dam would never see him for the last time.

and there were more options for newly-presented alphas now, though jin knew it would take a rather unfortunate amount of time for those options to become popular.)

all he had heard for the past week was jinnie, hyung, omega, appa, do you think she’ll like this? they were taking in their second alpha child, giving their adopted alpha daughter a sister. newly presented, surely scared, her familial pack feeling unprepared enough to have an alpha that they decided to—-not give her away, it wasn’t giving her away, it was just—finding her a better home.

it would take a long while for the language to change, though, and jin only hoped that the perspectives of alphas could change with it, to not make their situation so painful.

he couldn’t change the world, but he could change the laws, and he could change the lives of the young alphas they were able to take into their care. their daughters. he had only met his youngest one twice, and already loved her with his whole heart and then some.

he ignored his gray hairs for the time being, and called out for his pack. “are we ready to go?”

he caught his little alpha when she flung herself excitedly into his arms. she’d been an only child before her presentation, and she’d been running on adrenaline and excitement since they first talked to her about possibly adopting another.

“yes,” she gushed, holding his cheeks between her hands; she was thirteen and truly just a tiny pup at heart.

he leaned his forehead against hers, his voice coming out more serious than he meant it to be. “let’s bring your sister home.”