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It was a Friday afternoon.

A very blazing hot day in Seoul type of Friday, however, the inside of the huge campus library is cool enough to make Yoongi shiver so he clutches his black hoodie tightly to avoid freezing.

The librarian of the place, is an older omega woman, keeps it painstakingly cold and freezing, often running hot due to her later age, her body craving cool air at all hours of the day even during the winter.

Yoongi would have went home to study but he promised himself he would finish these damn assignments before heading home because he fucking misses his bed so much right now.

On top of that no one ever spends more than an hour tops at the library or anywhere else on campus when most classes are out by 2pm on Fridays.

Yoongi would rather take his chances being stuck here in these cold ass wooden chairs, in this damned library where the worst subject imaginable keeps him hostage than deal with secret admirers and fuck boys.

Fucking Calculus. 

It's absolutely atrocious the way the formulas continuously get more and more complicated, adding letters and symbols that leave nothing to the student when given to solve it.

It's harder than any math he's ever taken in his life and despite being a decent student in high school with an A, B average acing his math courses before, he nearly choked when his teacher handed them their study guide.

And maybe he's lucky their professor gave them this much as most wouldn't dare and babble, "You don't need a study guide, you're not children,” negating the fact that most students needed a fair warning before any assessment. Yoongi would know, if his dropping grade was anything to go by. 

It was really a shame too, because Yoongi started out strong understanding all the reviews from the previous year's content thinking this would be a piece of cake.

But as the professor opened the first page and began lecturing about the derivatives, functions and whatever the fuck parametric equations were, he nearly cried on the spot during his first class day of class. 

Of course, that was nearly four years ago but he had every right to be under distress. 

The dark haired alpha sighed pulling back his long curly hair into a bun, leaving some left in the back to cover up his scent glands.

Eyeing his watered down iced Americano, partly decaf, because he needed to cut back on caffeine, he decided to finish off whatever’s left of the coffee.

Touching his curls to make sure they were evenly curtaining his neck, he leaned back to observe his mess of a study setup. There was no need to be cautious all by himself in an empty library, but he was nearing pre-rut so anything would help.

Being an alpha who was already stressed and hiked off a bit of caffeine was begging to tear down his defenses and make him snappy. Anyone triying to break his not-so-stable concentration would be lucky to not get a snip at their jugular from his little canines.

Yoongi was quite angsty on a daily basis, but today his mood was completely shot for the day when the same girl from– you guessed it– Calculas, tried to make a pass on him for the fifth time this month. Her name is Hannie, a young 20 year old omega, short bobbed hair, supple cheeks and small, petite stature would be attractive to any wolf.

And don’t get him wrong while she is pretty and quiet bubbly, her scent sweet as bubblegum, (I know ironic) Hannie was 1: not Yoongi’s type and, 2: completely out of range of his interests.

Call him crazy, (or maybe it was just his preference) but his instincts did not make his alpha stir from omega pheromones like most would expect. Others liked to claim it was just because he was a special case, reserved and humble at nature, too soft-looking and considerate for an alpha.

In conclusion, he would eventually come across the right omega to spice up his love life. 

While omegas were often beautiful and smelled alright for Yoongi's senses he never felt attracted nor drawn to them in any way. He even forced himself fresh out of highschool to get an omega girlfriend–when he still thought he was straight in regards to subgender, though open to primary gender– he had quickly learned that he could barely stand another subgender’s phermones.

People called him “nose sensitive” because he would rather chew his own hand off than be near another’s overpowering scent. And as for his friends, his pack, that is ever growing slowly full with Taehyung, Hosoek, and Namjoon, was the exception.

They were his best friends, but even most times he found himself lightheaded and close to gagging at the strong way his stomach lurched. And Yoongi felt guilty for his strong reaction, but he couldn’t help it.

His friends, of course, understood and wore scent blockers or muted their scents low enough to not overpower or fill up the room too much. Yoongi’s parents had tried their hand too at figuring out what was wrong with him.

They contacted every doctor they could find to examine his olfactory  system but it was futile. Ultimately, their family doctor diagnosed him as a perfectly healthy and growing alpha. So, he gave up trying to fit into a box that clearly did not want him to shape himself into. 

And it took most of Yoongi’s lifetime, but he finally accepted that he is bisexual at the very least, but only towards the primary gender, women and men. Though, his attraction to subgender, however, wasn’t hard to mistaken.

Alphas. 

Betas weren't his forte either but he never expected to find his soulmate, Jung Hoseok, who he trusted so much and was so comfortable with. He was amazing and was the reason why Yoongi realized his attraction in the first place… and that he wasn’t a total freak with his picky nose.

It all started when he applied for the accounting program at the end of his second year. 

Desperate to make some kind of progress, he turned in his form for a subject he despised. He truly hated math, but he figured it would make his parents proud if he did well and while excruciating, he knew he could pound it into his own skull if it meant getting a good paying job.

So, with no other options and his burning passion of music producing squashed and shelved in the catacombs of his mind, he applied for accounting and started up his courses to begin his education. But god, he almost caved and dropped the program the minute it began.

On the first day of the semester he encountered an overwhelming amount of nerdy math students all talking about quadratics like it was the best thing since chocolate.

Fresh, and new, Yoongi muted his scent as much as possible to stay hidden within the background. Nervous that anyone would try to speak to him, his nose twitched at the on slot of scents. Luckily though, he had remedies to aid him if his nose got overwhelmed.

He had a honey scented balm that he often carried around and applied to his lips if he so much as needed a calming aroma to ale his sick stomach.

It worked to quickly fix his cracked lips, but also act as a light blocker for his senses. As well as a scent less lotion to apply if needed. Upon seeing a seat open in the back row of the auditorium, he plopped into a seat, mindful of the brunette haired man sitting there too.

Fortunately for him, he was the only other guy in the back row, his scent undetectable. That was when he had first met Hoseok, the beta there only taking a course or two to pass into his dance program,

His smile greeted him heart-shaped and warm and it eased the sizzling anxiousness bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

Upon seeing him, there was another person just arriving quite clumsily yet dressed for what Yoongi could only call… a convention? The other male, tall but lanky, wore glasses perched on his round nose, clad in a checkered-button down and bright pink slacks as he smiled wide and dimpled. He sported a blonde undercut clean and freshly styled.

It was a wonder he came rushed as he did, because he looked rather cute and quirky, his style a little unconventional but Yoongi supposed that was the point.

His smile also did a great job of halting all of Yoongi’s previous anxiety and transformed it into a quivery mess of heart palpitations like he’d never experienced before.

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It was that day, August 8th, 2019, a day Yoongi would never forget. He met Kim Namjoon, a younger alpha, twenty-four and bright yet witty attitude to everything breathing math. He exuded a type of confidence in his intelligence that was both gratifying to witness on the side lines watching a heated debate between student and professor, but also humbling to know you couldn’t ever hope to do as studious as him. 

Namjoon often sat a row in front of Yoongi turning around each day just to ask if he needed assistance with his assignment. At first, the older alpha had found him a little much, annoyed to be poked at like he was too dumb to be in this course.

But oh… was he wrong to assume.

Kim Namjoon was a dream.

A true genius but soft and kind-hearted in his mannerisms. He was calm and collected during lecture when it counted but energetic when it came to talking to him and the beta, Hoseok. The whole experience was just as intriguing as it was horrifying because one thing was for certain, Yoongi couldn’t catch Namjoon’s scent at all.

The alpha was talkative and ready to answer any questions but the one time he had confirmed his status, his subgender, Yoongi had felt a heavy sense of responsibility for his actions.

”My scent? Oh… well,” Namjoon cut himself off, focusing on the pieces of cardboard in his slim fingers.

Their group was behind in putting together their project for the final exam, the blonde breaking any of their miniature structures.

“It’s not important. Most people say it’s too sweet- too much, so I wear scent blockers.” The man idly responded to Hoseok’s question.

Yoongi swallowed around his own curiosity that had been eating away at him and hissed at the bit of the glue gun touching his thumb. it felt a little red from irritation.

Namjoon looked at him warily reaching for his umbrella as it was raining outside. 

“Do you need a bandaid?” He asked, his stool scraping against the floor.

”No! It’s fine, just a small blister maybe, but definitely don’t need a bandaid.” Yoongi blurted a little clumsily, but he was embarrassed thinking about Namjoon going all the way across campus to the nurses office.

It was afterschool and most classes were done for the day, so he could really have to make the trip for medical aid.

He plops back down into his seat and pouts down at his hazardly done models. “If you’re sure, Yoongi-ssi.”

The alpha bristled at the formality, his heart sinking a bit. They had known each other for months now and Namjoon was still treating him like he was just an acquaintance. At least, there conversations had verged on for longer than normal to be considered strangers, but Yoongi hoped that they were friends. 

Maybe he was wrong.

The beta must of sensed the tension and cleared his throat. “Ah, Namjoon why don’t you call him hyung already? He doesn’t act like it but he loves doting on anyone younger than him. Isn’t that right, Yoongi-hyung?” Hoseok quirked an eyebrow. He had decided to take a break on his part of the project.

Yoongi watched the way Hoseok titled his head in question, a nervous tick pulling at his muscles as he tried to hide how put off he was in the moment. He had gotten along with Hoseok quickly, catching on to all his habits and quirks loving how open the beta was to talking to him.

There were still some undiscovered layers that were reserved and not as bright as the rest of him, but it only made him more impressionable. Yoongi wished he could rein in his own dark emotions as easily as Hoseok could.

Yoongi went to respond but Namjoon was too quick this time.

Namjoon nodded. ”I should shouldn't I?” There eyes meet in a silent conversation and Yoongi looks away, his heart all too heavy for the challenge. 

“I mean I… I’m fine with it.” Yoongi answered lamely.

”So, now that that’s out of the way. About your scent,” Hoseok changed the subject, “you said it was sweet? Like omega sweet? You seem like the type to have a super candy like scent for an omega.” Hoseok beamed, flushing a bit at the statement.

Namjoon stared down at his models, his shoulders tensed. It was hard to tell if was he upset at Hoseok’s comments or at the cardboard not bending to his will. 

“I..” Namjoon lifted his head and looked around the room as if someone would hear him, but it was only the three of them there. “I’m not an omega, Hoseok.” He answered, his voice so rasped and tight that he seemed like he might burst at the seams. 

Yoongi felt his heart ache at the sad tone that colored Namjoon’s voice. He uttered it was quietly that he thought he had missed it, but he had heard correctly as he observed Namjoon’s perplexed expression and Hoseok’s reddening neck.

”Oh my god! I’m so sorry, that was so insensitive of me. Please forgive me Namjoon… if what I said made you uncomfortable.”

Hoseok adjusted his beanie, fidgeting so much that his dark hair started to become messy from his antics. “I hadn’t realized you might not want to tell all your business and then I went and said the most knotheaded thing imaginable and I’m not even an alpha.” He whined.

Yoongi took slight offense to that comment because he was anything but brazen and arrogant like some other alphas, but he swallowed down his annoyance and let it slide. Hoseok was already looking guilty enough as he continued to redden under their tense silence.

He didn't want to add onto to the tension despite the way he felt himself shrink further into himself.  

Namjoon took a swig of his water and gave a stiff nod capping his bottle. "It's fine. I get that a lot, and to be honest, it’s not even because I’m offended by what you said. I just don’t really think I fit anywhere when it comes to subgender, but if it makes it any easier, I mostly just go with Alpha.”

The evening rolls around and the sun finally sets in over the dark clouding creating a curtain of orange and reddish hues, making the room brighten a bit as time went on. Eventually they called it a day and moved their miniature models into a space on the crowded table where other group’s projects resided in the back of the lab room. 

“Okay... well I’m heading off.” Hoseok said, his presence disappearing as soon as the ride were uttered through the doorway quickly. 

Yoongi paused while packing his bag, a growl setting into his stomach and he rubbed it absentmindedly. 

“Hungry?” He heard a voice ask him. 

He turned to his right, his front facing the orange shine through the window and exhaled when he found the other right beside him, only a few inches away. Yoongi's breath hitched and he licked his dry lips, nodding. 

The day turned darker and their bellies grew fuller as they walked down the slightly crowded street. They had ate more than a few bowls of ramen at a near by 7/11 and decided it was time to make the tread home. They lived in the same dorm area, so it was more convenient this way. It seemed a lot of things involving Namjoon always fell into place as they should.

Eventually they entertained a cute poodle dog that strangely resembled Taehyung's and entertained the excited little being while passed a park. And of course, their stomachs rumbled lowly and looking at each other, faces flushed they equally discovered that the ramen was doing little to sustain their appetite.

So, they made a stop by for some fried chicken and soju at their local bar. It was a good snack for the humid night on the Seoul streets. At first, Yoongi hesitated to grab a drink with Namjoon, but he figured if he wanted to break the odd awkwardness between them, this was a casual way to do it. 

Yoongi was ever too anxious sober anyway, so this would work out fine. There was no need to worry himself. 

"Wait so you really tripped on a giant 200x canvas?" Namjoon cackled, his dimples deepening more than he had ever seen before. It made his stomach do somersaults. 

He must be drinking too much soju, he thinks.

Pursing his lips while resting his cheek on his palm, Yoongi smiled. A warm fuzz coating his brain, the alcohol working its magic in making him giggly and talkative. 

He had been babbling on about his painting hobby he had started, the big canvas glaring at him so teasingly that he couldn't help but throw dark, monochromatic colors onto it creating a faded affect from black to grey to white.  

"Yeeep!" Yoongi hummed, his gummy smile popping in to say 'hello' as he remembered the way he had yelled at the canvas like a little kid. "I was so angry at it. I almost ruined it, but luckily my painting skills are superior–" he held up his finger wiggly it and Namjoon's eyes widen in curiosity. "So I did my due diligence, got my paint brushes... to cover up the shoe print!" 

Namjoon shook his head in disbelief and leaned back, stretching his neck as he laughed to his content.

"Well, I'll definitely have to see this great painting. Might be putting Vincent Van Gogh to shame, hyung." The man across him leaned onto the table, a pink flush painting his cheeks as he smiled fondly. 

Yoongi's heart fluttered at the honorific rolling off of Namjoon's tongue so naturally. This was what he wanted, for the younger man to see him as someone he could be comfortable with. 

"Mm, maybe you could see it now." 

The words slipped out before he realized what he was saying and he paused, waiting for the other's reaction.

"You mean your canvas is in your dorm?" 

It wasn't a rejection, more a response out of curiosity, as it always killed the cat. 

Yoongi reached for his soju bottle even though it was empty, his thoughts still managing to make him nervous but he was bold enough to meet Namjoon's gaze. 

His eyes were shining under the bright lights of the bar.

"Yeah, wanna see it?" Yoongi breathed out. His fingers twitched as he felt Namjoon's fingers tickle his own.

"Sure." 

The walk back isn't far, only a ten minute walk as the strip of restaurants they passed by is part of the university campus. And though they get to Yoongi dorm room quicker than he realizes, he's had time to think over what he will do because he lied.

The canvas isn't actually in his dorm, at least, not physically. The painting is a printed version of the canvas, a joke made by Taehyung when he decided to test his new camera and printer by taking a high quality photo of it and putting the picture into a frame. Last Christmas, the beta had gifted it to him and it thoroughly left Yoongi struggling for air on the floor from laughter. 

"Hyung?" 

Yoongi snapped his eyes towards Namjoon who was looking at him expectantly. 

Flushing from head to toe, he realized he had been standing there with his hand held at the door knob, key in hand, staring at his damn door. 

"Yeah, right. Sorry." Unlocking the door, he opened it to let Namjoon in and the male hesitated for a second before coming inside. 

Toeing off their shoes, the men find themselves looking at each other awkwardly as the small single room dorm is nothing but a bed, desk and chair, and a fridge matched with a mini stove top & closet. 

No 200x canvas was in sight. 

The older alpha could feel his neck flush red. "Where's your painting, hyung?" Yoongi turned to see the other man with his arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his face. Of course, he would find this amusing. 

"Alright, you brat–" Yoongi pointed his finger accusingly, swaying a bit, (okay, a little more tipsy than he thought) and bumping into Namjoon. 

Namjoon laughed, catching Yoongi into his arms, though he was too late to realize that he was tripping over his own shoes and falling backwards onto the carpet. Yoongi cursed, bumping his knee onto the floor and caught himself onto the floor to braise himself.

He lifted up, ready to scold Namjoon but he freezed.

 His face was inches from Namjoon's, pretty brown eyes boring into his, freckles showing themselves from the up close view. Beached hair askew and wispy, framing Namjoon's face, his eyes dropped to the pink plush lips in front of him. 

Then a scent, so light it was barely attainable made his eyes flutter. 

Don't do it . 

Do it , his inner alpha argued with his more rational thoughts, desire winning over his drunken headspace. 

Yoongi licked his lips and he watched as Namjoon's breath hitched, a glossy look taking over his own gaze, eyes falling to catch the action. 

And it was enough. Enough to make Yoongi lean down and press him lips to Namjoon's lips. 

He tasted the strawberry flavored soju Namjoon had drank, an intriguing addition to his unique taste. His alpha bristled when Namjoon returned his kiss, mouth opening to receive Yoongi's advances. Yoongi's tongue dipped out, testing the waters, his breath picking up as a hand curled into his own shorter hair.

The man underneath him pulled him closer until they were pressed flush together, heat coursing through his body making him tremble. 

He had kissed many other people but something about Namjoon made him dizzy, made him melt. 

A moan slipped out as their tongues swirled together, a messy tangle as Namjoon kissed him harder. The hand in his hair turned his head to the side, making him surrender to the intensity of Namjoon's growing fire. 

His body tingled and his head became fuzzier, almost like he was becoming more drunk under the other's ministrations. A faint bit of honey hit his nose and he moaned louder, pulling back from the slick mouth attached to his leaving a string of salvia. 

Yoongi gasped, perplexed by the unfamiliar scent coming from Namjoon. He said it himself that he wore scent blockers but he had a scent. Had pheromones that made Yoongi's alpha run wild. 

Upon noticing Yoongi's confusion, Namjoon shook his head, a wave of sourness coating the sweetness that was previously there. 

He kept his head turned looking away from Yoongi like he was ashamed. "Namjoon, what's wrong?" Yoongi cupped his cheek, turning his attention back to him and he gasped seeing tears forming in his beautiful eyes. 

"I-I'm sorry," Namjoon apologized, which confused the older alpha even more. "I think I might be presenting soon. I meant to tell you guys earlier but I don't know. It felt like too much."

Wait.

Yoongi lifted up to give Namjoon some space, sitting on the carpet side him. He kind of felt like an idiot for kissing the other so suddenly when he's clearly in a vulnerable space. 

"No, I'm sorry for all the teasing that Hoseok gave you earlier. You could have told us, we would have understood." Yoongi touched his lips, a little shell shocked by what just happened. 

Namjoon sat up, his hair a little messy and he combed his hand through it. "I know..." he bit his bottom lip, "I don't care all that much about what status I am but I feel like... I should be an Alpha." 

The other, while being so tall and lanky, he seemed small and curled into himself now. 

Yoongi frowned, swallowing down a lump. "I understand. I didn't know how to take learning I was an alpha too." 

That gets Namjoon to finally look at him and suddenly Yoongi wishes he would look away again because his heart was too weak to meet his eyes for longer. 

"Really? You seem so sure of who you are though..." Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, his face scrunching up trying to put together all of Yoongi's puzzle pieces to see the full picture. 

Yoongi chuckled, lifting from the floor and offering his hand. 

Namjoon took it, hoisting himself up. 

"It took many years of self deprecation in its finest form, but eventually I got there." He says vaguely, a joke tugging at his tone but inside he felt a little sadden thinking about it.

"Oh..." Namjoon stared down at the floor a little solemnly, then he lifted his head to give Yoongi a breathtaking smile. "If you ever need someone to talk to... I'm here." 

A deep ache resonated in the depths of Yoongi's heart chambers and he nodded. "Thank you, kiddo." He says, ruffling the younger's blonde hair. 

Namjoon huffs and swats his hand. "Wow, how thrilling to know the guy who kissed you also calls you a kid." The other grimaces but Yoongi can see the faint redness painting his cheeks. 

Going to his fridge to grab a water, because he needs to sober up quicker than this, he sighs, "Look, I didn't mean to kiss you earlier. I'm a little drunk and you were right there–" Yoongi takes a swig of the coldness and welcomes it. "It sounds ridiculous." 

He stops drinking his water when he finds Namjoon staring at him. He looks almost disappointed and turns to shove his feet back into his shoes. 

A shot of panic flashes through Yoongi and he tosses his water bottle onto the table to grab Namjoon's hand reaching for the door. He flips around, his jaw clenched and Yoongi snatches his hand away quickly. 

They pause where they are standing in front of the door and Namjoon looks both upset and sad. 

"Wait, Namjoon. Did I say something wrong?" A hint of desperation paints Yoongi's voice and his inner alpha feels dejected at the sight of the younger male upset. He may not smell or feel any shift changes from his wolf, but he can clearly see something isn't right. 

"It wasn't exactly what you said..." Namjoon sighs and bows his head. "It was more how you said it. You said you didn't mean to kiss me." He explains, "But did you want to? To kiss me... at all?" 

And this time his face has fallen, his frown deepening and his shoulders slouching the more he waits from Yoongi's answer. And he's not sure he has one. He did want to kiss Namjoon. Has wanted to and thought about it once before but he's scared. 

He doesn't know Namjoon's subgender is and it shouldn't matter because Namjoon is Namjoon and Yoongi is Yoongi. If they're meant to be and Yoongi's alpha feels a pull towards the other than that's all that should matter. But Yoongi isn't as a heavy believer in fate as he wants to be and as much as he wishes Namjoon could be his soulmate, his mate for life... 

He hesitates. 

Even after the kiss and how well they meshed together, the way Namjoon has pulled the strings to his heart like piano keystrokes marking their cord, playing a melody– Yoongi's melody is obscured and distorted. He doesn't know how his song will end and if it will end the way he wants it to. With his picky nose and struggle to self love still waning the more he walks around lonely and confused, a weight of anxiety plagues his mind and makes him think twice. 

The silence lasts longer than either of them expected and Namjoon must be tired of staring at Yoongi's hunched form. So, he leaves first and huffs out a frustrated sigh. He takes one last look, his eyes finding something behind him and he turns to see the photo of his painting on the wall, beside it a photo of when how he first met Taehyung. The beta snapping a quick unprovoked selfie of the two of them for his portfolio.

A faint smile flashes across Namjoon's face at the quirky picture and he looks away before closing the door behind him. 

Yoongi stands there in the middle of the room, the quiet AC wafting cold air across his toes. He feels like an absolute dumbass. 

And he thinks maybe this is for the better, the less he involves himself with Namjoon romantically, the less he will get hurt when he finally presents. 

It's a bit illogical and it aggravates his inner wolf but he squashes it down and gets ready for bed. 

Namjoon is his friend, so he'll keep it that way. And he was drunk, so it wasn't entirely his fault. He hopes when he tucks into his small queen bed that Namjoon will eventually forget what happened and decide to stay friends. 

Though one thing still nags at the back of Yoongi's mind. He truly wonders why the blonde was so upset just now. 

A couple weeks pass and their first year goes by without much of a hitch. The revelation that Yoongi is growing more fond of the newly presented alpha more and more plays with his sanity each day. He begins to see Namjoon being a part of his life even years from now and it hits Yoongi fully in the face one rainy day.

The older male had just finished his last exam of the day, having had to take four in total. His brain was drained of any more information as it was their third year in the program. The courses were getting much more difficult and meticulous than the regular regiment they were used to at first.

He huddled in his hoodie, cursing quickly before catching cover under the bus stop just outside of the main entrance steps of the university. The rain was plummeting like little pellets, the air crisp and cold, sky dark and void of any sunlight.

At least he was done for the day.

 Falling into the seat heavily, he sighed out relief clutching his bag. His body quivered, so he quickly stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets, the cold wetness of his clothes making his teeth chatter. Not having realized someone else was also occupying the bench, he startled at the whimper that broke the deafening sound of raindrops. His head snapped to his left, eyes widening when he recognized the younger alpha sitting with his head cradled into his hands. Namjoon was hunched over, his state a little hard to decipher with the rain masking their scents but seeing as his shoulders trembled he was not okay.

“Namjoon-ssi?”

The other man sat up hastily, his movement making the bench shake. Namjoon stared at him in shock, his face wet though the obvious sign of redness rimmed his eyes. “Yoongi-Hyung…” He mumbled, his lips turning downward.

Yoongi felt his hands twitch. He wanted to fix the frown with his fingertips, rub away the sadness covering his features, but he clenched his fists instead.

“Is everything alright?” He said quietly not wanting to disturb Namjoon’s alone time. He felt like he was intruding on a private matter even though this was a public area.

Namjoon huffed and stared up at the rain coming down, the cover only showing what could be, the glass keeping them sheltered.

“I wish it would rain forever.” His eyes looked lost and clouded, almost like they were not sure of what they were seeing in the environment around them. “Do you think then no one would know I’m sad?”

“I… I think the rain is crying for you.” Yoongi swallowed nervously at the blatant aversion, but he spoke what he thought would comfort Namjoon not knowing if he said the right thing. They had only talked off and on up to point. So, whether they were friends or not he still did not want to see Namjoon sad. It made his heart ache.

And he kind of understood, even if he did not know what had made Namjoon cry. Everyone wore a mask and he was no stranger to piling all his emotions instead his clogged head until it overflowed.

Namjoon did not react to his words much, but Yoongi could see the little quirk of his lips turning upward, the indents barely forming in his cheeks.

It was enough.

“I think you may be right, hyung.”

Yoongi nodded, satisfied that he could make this gloomy day a little brighter for someone.

“The bus won’t be here for a while it seems.” Yoongi groaned. His hands were freezing. He curled into himself more, watching the heavy Seoul traffic whip by in blurs of monochromatic flashes. His eyes felt heavier the more they waited, his tiredness creeping up on him rapidly.

“Are your hands cold, Yoongi?”

The bench creaked as he turned to Namjoon at the honorific dropping but he was already so close o falling asleep that he must have misheard.

“Yes.” He responded beside himself. He pulled only his left hand out of his pocket, waiting with baited breath, eyes closed shut.

He felt a hand just as big as his slip into his, fingers intertwining. Their palms pressed together, the warmth radiating like a furnace. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, heart beating faster as Nmajoon’s fingers tightened.

“Rest for a bit, hyung. I’ll wake you when the bus arrives.” Namjoon’s breath tickles the other side of his hood, a hint of honeysuckle teasing his nose. Then his heart slowed to a steady beat, his head growing more fuzzy as he went into a soundless sleep.

Yoongi woke up stiff and drowsy at the table. He had not realized he would doze off and sits up, one of the papers of his study guide sticking to his lip. He swatted it away, annoyed that he drooled like a kid and goes to pack up his supplies. He barely got any progress today, pre-rut making his fatigued yet restless. Yoongi’s got two weeks to finish his work before he exam and honestly?

He’s freaking out about it.

This would count as his final grade, so he needed to make sure he didn't flunk a study guide for christ's sakes. 

Eventually, the clock bell chimed inside the library, noting it was 6pm on the wall. The library was close to closing time and he still needed time to review his other courses before heading home. He paused staring at his packed bag, the nagging feeling of failure gnawing at his brain. He needed to stop procrastinating.

But he could not study at home. Refused to when he could barely get time alone.

The alpha lived with two other betas, Hoseok and Taehyung. They were boyfriends of course, so it was a little more than a third-wheel party at times but he loved them so he couldn't turn down the offer a year ago. Yoongi doesn’t regret it now, expect when at first before their heats and ruts synced up, he had to suffer many off and on banishments from the apartment. 

Though, now they're deeper into their relationship and mated. Of course, there's no less love filling the air, but he definitely can tell their wolves are not as possessive and intense as they were in the early stages. 

It's heartwarming to see if he's being honest. 

Yoongi wishes he could find his mate too, even with his terrible nose. Someone who he felt his wolf craved for and longed to protect and love for the rest of his life. It was hard enough finding someone who your wolf felt comfortable with much less attracted to, bonded to. 

Taehyung and Hoseok were bonded and he well... he wanted that so badly.

Yet, he tried to date recently but whenever he gets so much as kissing someone who he thinks he likes, his inner alpha growls and yanks him back so forcefully that he recoils from the shock. Yoongi has had to apologize so many times for acting out of character or completely avoiding someone just from their scent throwing his wolf completely off track. 

Taehyung likes to say his wolf is- “worse than any picky eater he's ever seen,” and he can't disagree. Even Jeon Jungkook, who has a sensitive nose himself, says he doesn't retreat as viciously as Yoongi does. It's like his whole inner wolf gets assaulted by the mere thought of giving themselves to anyone else. Always repeating the words: "Not our mate," as if Yoongi knew who their mate was meant to be in the first place.

It was frustrating but he had to be patient. If his wolf wasn't satisfied then how could he ever be too? 

Time would sort it out he figured, until then he would just have to continue pinning over–

"Hyung?" 

He blinks from his thoughts, nose twitching and senses flooding with a familiar honeysuckle scent. It was light and warm, filing the air around him and he almost had to pinch himself to stop the way his inner alpha perked up. 

His eyes flickered up and there was Namjoon, his black hair longer now and a bit messy. He wore a light blue cardigan and dark pants, looking tall as ever towering over Yoongi's slouched figure at the table. And his body was much bulkier than Yoongi remembers, his pegs forming in the crease his his white t-shirt underneath.

Fuck, he needed to get home.

"What are you doing here still?" Namjoon chuckled, a pile of books in his hands. His rings decorated his slim fingers, gleaming as they clutched the books. The younger alpha never used to like jewelry before but his style had changed to a much calmer and minimalistic look, yet the thick rings made him a little bit spicier.

 Yoongi quirked his eyebrow, confused why the younger alpha was here too.

Oh, right. Today was one of the days the other alpha came to help the older omega lady with inventory. He could be paid for the amount of time he spent here but old Ms. Smith wasn't allowed since the school adopted a strict Only Omegas and Betas policy for school work study.

And it sounds discriminatory that subgender alone is targeted. But with reason and if it weren't for the cause and effect of others. Ideally, enough obnoxious alphas in the past had fucked up their freedom as students and harassed or broken school rules while working on campus. Thus, the rule was approved by the dean of the university. If you wanted to work, you would need to turn in a form showing you had a steady 10-week record of good behavior signed off by the school counsel. 

And best believe many alphas were either too prideful to fill out a form or broke the 10-week streak before being accepted. Kim Namjoon was by far an exceptional alpha, had the top percentile average in his class, was courteous and never, never boasted his alpha status around. 

Though, Mrs. Smith didn't see a point in making him fill out a form, saying that he was welcome to help anytime he wanted while too spilling him a ten or twenty dollar bill every once in a while. And the alpha himself was much too busy to work part-time anyway, so he helped whenever he could.

"Oh, just had a terrible nap while killing off my brain cells." Yoongi murmurs pouting remembering that he had only made it to question 12 up until now. It was pathetic by far.

Namjoon cackled loudly, his laugh punching out in big 'Ha Ha's' always making Yoongi redden at the sound.

“Don’t laugh, this is more difficult than anything I’ve ever done in my life.

Arranging spare beats into a rhythm that sprouted from Yoongi’s magical fingertips was much more challenging yet rewarding, however, solving Calculus? Absolutely not.

 Namjoon grimaces after some time, seeing his hyung clearly distressed over the matter. Clutching his books to his chest he hums, thoughtful. "I heard Hoseok said you were struggling with Calculus. Last semester jitters?" His glasses sat so prettily on his nose and it made him look all the more softer.

Though they began the program at the same time, Namjoon had excelled so well that he graduated just a few months earlier than Yoongi was supposed to. Well, Yoongi would have too if he didn’t fail the course back then.

Yoongi sighs, shoving the offending papers away from him.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I’ve managed to survive the first couple weeks without much set back, but now it's getting serious and I just think I'm not going to make it." He fiddles with his hands, resisting the urge to pick at his nails while Namjoon stared at him.

"Ah, Hyung.” Namjoon puffs out, his lips doing that quirk it does when he’s getting fed up in a very not cute. The whine does something to the older alpha and he holds back the way his scent sweetens. “You won't fail if that's what you're thinking." The other breathes out, "You're the more intelligent person I know. I knew you'd knock it out the park as soon as I saw you." 

Yoongi kind of believes him, he did put his all into his studies until he had this slump.

Namjoon seems to think about it for a second, his nose scrunching. "If you want, I... I could tutor you." 

Yoongi swallows at that, biting his lip. His alpha purrs at the way Namjoon releases more comforting pheromones at Yoongi to try to smooth his nerves and as a friend it should calm him down, make him melt at the kind gesture. 

But he just feels his alpha become a little more restless. Instead, he yearns to pull Namjoon down and bury his nose into his throat, just shy of scent gland and scent him so he knows how much he appreciates Namjoon's offer.

Where did that come from? 

Yoongi really needs to get a grip. He can't let his pre-rut brain make him act like a desperate pup, wanting to scent everyone like he's trying to mark his territory.

Namjoon is not just anyone.

He’s ours to mark as we please. His alpha supplies unhelpfully, making Yoongi rise up to his feet a bit too quickly his vision blurring for a second. 

"Are you– shit, alright?" Namjoon asks, grabbing his arms while Yoongi stumbles into him. "Yeah, I'm fine." He answers quietly, almost asking him the same when he sees Namjoon’s pretty features pinch in pain. The other alpha had dropped his books right when Yoongi stumbled into him.

They had fallen onto his feet.

Yoongi groans, his alpha scolding him for making their ma– friend hurt themselves unintentionally.

"Are you okay, Joon?" The nickname slips out before he can stop it and Namjoon blinks down at him, cheeks filing out pink. 

How adorable.

"Y-Yeah, of course." He huffs and finally lets go of Yoongi to gather his books again. Yoongi almost whines at the loss of warmth and steps back, breathing out. The honeysuckle fluttered  lightly around him but it’s still enough to affect Yoongi in a way that makes him clutch the table behind him firmly.

He may be suffering pre-rut symptoms more quickly than he thought.

Calling into work is gonna be hell.

"Hey,” Namjoon twists back to grab his attention,”I'm about to go organize these novels really quickly. Maybe wait on me so we can grab some food? I'm kind of starving." 

Not too carefully slinging his bag onto his shoulder, Yoongi considers it and really he should say no. Turn down Namjoon because he needs to get home, steal some of his roommate's clothes so he can finally get rid of this itch that's steadily making his skin prickle. 

Maybe try to get some alone time in if he feels up for it.

Yet... he watches Namjoon's eyes sparkle as he smiles down at a book that Yoongi knows he'll check out from the way his scent smoothens out and he caves.

"Sure, Joon-ah.” He agrees, not looking at him any longer.

“I just gotta grab a water from the vending machine. Hyung's a bit dehydrated I'm afraid." (And thirsty... too much honeysuckle) He exhales at the snort Namjoon lets out and he swats at him to get started so that he can grab his beverage.

"Kay, don't take too long. I'm thinking kimbap." The older male doesn't argue and watches his taller form disappear into the back room. 

Yoongi sets his bag down at the front counter where he knows Namjoon will be waiting and makes his way to the double doors where cool air greets him. It's still sunny out but vacant of students, save for the ruckus around the corner where the soccer field resides as players fill the practice field. 

He digs through his pocket and grabs three dollars for a water of bottle because this shit is expensive out here.

When he presses the button he feels the hairs on his neck stand up at an alarming rate and he turns around just as he's pocketed his change. Bubblegum breezes over his nose and tickles his skin making his eyes water. Then as his stomach lurches with nerves, he sees her.

So-Hannie is in her cheerleader uniform, school colors showing its yellow and purple theme through strips on her two piece outfit. Her white shoes come into Yoongi's view when he realizes he dropped his eyes to the ground to pretend as though he wasn't there. But he's damn visible all right. Her scent sweetens at his presence and he stifles the whimper that threatens to come out. 

He's already so sensitive just in his pre-rut and now he's got an overeager omega spreading her scent towards him like it's pollen season.

But he’s not a damn tree, though, Namjoon would argue his theory on the relation between their wolf’s pheromones acting like tree sperm during mating season. God, the young male is rubbing off on him.

"Yoongi-oppa! I didn't expect to see you here so late." Hannie smiles cheerfully but he can smell the nervousness just under her scent. He can tell too that her posture is thrown off, defensive at his souring scent most likely.

Since being around Namjoon he had let his scent come out a little more being able to relax properly despite the angst simmering beneath. But now he just didn’t have the energy in regulating his emotions, he wanted to get to a safe place to unwind.

Yoongi tightened his jaw, exasperated at today’s events.

"I told you not to call me that, Hannie. We are not courting in any way."

While the term ‘oppa’ was relatively respectful, he knew she was specifically using it as if he were her partner, her mate. 

The younger omega flinched, her eyebrows twitching from defeat just barely but she’s fruitful and regains composure. He knows how resilient she is, many of his classmates before warning him of her pestering presence. It was hard to believe at first seeing how shy she came off, until he noticed her advances.

Apparently she was a newly presented omega and while being in a course that was more advanced for her age group, she was quite smart. He could acknowledge that as her elder, but the unwarranted passes were not welcomed. 

"I’m aware, Yoongi-nim." She tries a different approach. Though, her eyes twitch, clearly annoyed and she leans in to catch his potent scent. He steps back feeling as if his space is being invaded– which it certainly is– and his hackles rise. He can feel how his throat is tightening and he watches in horror as her eyes widen in realization.

"Are you in pre-rut?" 

His water bottle falls into the receiver and he turns around to quickly grab it. Supposedly it had gotten stuck in the spring during their encounter but it’s the only thing giving him a breather.

"You are aren't you, Yoongi– I mean," She twirls at her braid absentmindedly, "I could help you if you allowed me."

Yoongi freezes at that and he narrows his eyes. He can't believe the audacity this girl has to offer herself up like Yoongi would just sleep with anyone because he is an alpha. It’s a known stigma that surrounds each unmated alpha as if they don’t have a conscious.

Having a sex partner for such matters is not entirely looked down on as society has evolved to become more accepting around sexually driven individuals, but that’s not to say it was okay to assume one would be abstinent either. Plus, developing a sexual relationship built on base desires and pleasure were usually more common outside of heats or rut cycles.

And it was purely quiet risky and dangerous to let someone into such a vulnerable part of your wolf’s space. This was why pack mates often helped or partners. A stranger? Not likely. He may know other alphas who would gladly take the offer from a pretty little omega like Hannie but Yoongi's seen the heartbreak and disrespect thrown towards young men and women like herself. Alphas like control. They like to take advantage of the weak and prowl around fueled sorely from domination and power. It was a baseless excuse to cover up their rough and unethical practices.

Min Yoongi would be damned if he fall into step with knot-headed assholes like them.

"I'll have you know I'm not attracted to you like that. And for good reason, Hannie-ssi. You're honestly testing my patience here.” He began to walk past her, forgetting his plans as a cold sweat was beginning to form on his brow. But the younger omega was quicker and grabbed his arm, her grip tight.

“Wait!” Yoongi freezed, his body vibrating at the cold fingers pressing into his skin. He growled before he hold it back and Hannie seemed to realize her mistake and let go, the imprints of her nails still forming.

Her scent was too close to his scent glands on his wrist and he rubbed at it with his other hand to make it go away. The scent alone made his head swirl, nausea setting in. Suddenly he could feel a cramp forming in the pit of his belly.

“I- I… I know I’ll sound desperate, but I really like you Yoongi-nim.” She sounded a bit more sincere but it still felt somewhat impractical and shallow. “I can make it good for you. I promise.”

Yoongi shakes his head, moving back in the direction of the double doors leading to the library. “No. I mean it, Hannie.” He says firmly and she flinches but he can tell she still won't take a fucking hike. 

He decided to make it as clear as possible.

“I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. But I would never sleep with you while I'm in pre-rut much less clear headed and sober." He clarifies watching her expression flatten. "We don't even know each other. Now, if you will excuse-“

She laughs, laughs right in his face. But nothing about this is amusing.

"That's real funny. As if you would need to be inebriated to sleep with me. Yeah. Okay.” Yoongi's quite surprised she can use such big words, but her reputation does precede her, she just has a shitty personality.

She brushes off her shoulders as if she has somewhere to be briefly glancing at her friends who give her supportive smile and thumbs up. Of course they sent her here.

“Look. You’re right," she sighs turning back, crossing her legs in an arrogant pose, "We don't know each other but I offered to help you anyway." She says as if her proposal is so charitable.

The other girls yell at her, wanting her that practice will begin soon and she snaps at them saying she'll be there in a minute. Turning back, she shrugs her shoulders. "If you’re so adamant on denying my offer when I’ve smelled your scent sweeten around me before... then I guess everyone was right." She looks around, nodding her head as if she has an audience. She kind of does.

"You're indeed no ordinary alpha, Yoongi-oppa." 

She must be insane the she whines at her statement. There's no way delulu land is this free in her world because Yoongi always mutes his scent as much as possible or lathers honey scented lotion onto his skin until he can’t smell anything else.

Oh fuck.

Hannie thinks that was his scent. He never lets anyone smell him because even he sometimes feels queasy at his own phermones, it constantly souring because he rarely feels at ease.

"You're... you people are insane." He exhales, despite himself his figure deflating down.

Yoongi's pissed off, but he's disappointed and thoroughly fragile at the moment. He can’t believe this type of behavior managed to follow him into college.

While Yoongi does acknowledge that he's attractive and a lot more prettier than most alphas, he doesn't talk to anyone and stays in his own corner where he can curl up. It doesn't mean people have a right to judge him or assume his sexuality. The notion of such a thing coming back to haunt him makes his stomach hurt. 

He supposes his unique scent, cherry blossoms with a hint of sandalwood is much sweeter than it should be for an alpha with his masculine, soft cat-like features, and smaller build he must look like an omega on the outside. But fuck can’t he just live without the pressuring societal expectations and standards of subgender?

"Well..." she falters clearly seeing she’s hit a sore spot. He almost hopes she's deciding to spare him the pain and leave him alone but in fact he truly doesn’t know her at all.

"Everyone knows that alphas crave omegas and yet you seem repulsed by any omega that walks your way–"

Yoongi cuts her off.

"And?" He raises an eyebrow. He will ignore any wolf that comes his way because it's his damn right to.

"Am I too soft to be an alpha for you? Too feminine? Guess I’m not brainless enough to knot anything that breathes. I must be so unworthy of your time, otherwise, would you try this hard if I couldn't sprout a knot?" Yoongi asks, a dark laugh punching its way out of his chest, old wounds reopening.

He knows he's being a little harsh but he can’t help the word vomit that comes out. He’s beyond tired and has had enough of her antics. And he feels so fucking itchy it makes his canines ache to bite at his own clothes to rip at the fabric scratching against his skin.

"What?!” She exclaims, jumping back at the force of his soured scent. She pinches her nose, looking sick. But she can’t feel sicker than he already does. “No, that's not...” she tries again.

“That's not what I meant. D-Don't put word in my mouth!"

Hannie fumbles her words.

"Please don't think that I said that, it was all those other people," she taps her foot impatiently, "It's just you never look at anyone and it makes everyone think you're..."

Yoongi raises his eyebrow, challenging her to speak further. He's aware his scent must be suffocating, wilting flowers smelling like rotten, soggy plants that have gone moldy over time. Tears start to form in his eyes but he refuses to break in front of her. His grip on the water bottle since forgotten bursts from the strength of his hand when he hears what she says next.

"People think you're asexual, that you don’t like sex or that no one thinks you’re good enough to sleep with."

That was it wasn't it?

Yoongi bites his lip drawing blood and his chest tightens at the pitiful look she has in her eyes. While he usually dismisses other people's words because he's dealt worse, his pre-rut emotions aren't helping him to stay stable.

The older alpha feels unwanted and it hits him a little harder than he expects it to, his alpha whining inside to get away from the threat. All the insecurities that he has worked so hard to push down when he first presented come back to the surface. They pile over like a stack of books that were built too high with a unsteady foundation.

Unfortunately, Yoongi doesn't even notice how he's whining from the outside now.

 Hannie looks away awkwardly though, and her mouth drops open. She must feel a sliver of guilt if her scent didn't give it away, the bubblegum smelling of old waxy paste. 

"Shit, I'm sorry Yoongi-oppa."

She doesn’t sound sorry at all.

However, she tries to come closer, her omega begging her to sooth the distressed alpha in front of her but she stops short. 

 "Look, it’s really no hard feelings, I just wanted–"

"I think that's enough, Hannie-ssi."

A deep voice rumbles from behind Yoongi and he feels his water bottle slip from his grasp, the wetness pouring down the side of his pant’s leg. A warm chest presses to his back and he sighs out, his trembling form being embraced by a strong presence.

Yoongi's finds himself rooted into his spot and he whines louder, not being able to help the way his wolf scratches to safety. The stronger scent wraps around him keeping him safe from the waxy scent rolling from Hannie.

The honeysuckle that surrounds them is so powerful, the usual bitter undertone of dirt gone and it's nothing but a wild flower field bursting into his senses making him melt. He can almost taste it and he for once, gulps in the scent in deep gulps of air. And its surprising the way his wolf rises up quickly that the force knocks him off his feet and his head falls back into the broad shoulder steadying him. 

Hannie curses and drops to her knees scuffing them on the concrete in pain. Her brows furrow as confusion fills her features and whimpers when Namjoon’s anger rises at the sight of her.

“You’re the one that keep upsetting Yoongi-hyung.” Namjoon says lowly, his body and inner wolf locked up, ready to defend his pack member.

Shit. Yoongi's growling, well not really. His chest rumbles, his inner alpha clutching at the seams.

Alpha's here. Alpha is protecting us.  

"I-I'm sorry, I–" Hannie tries to say but she hunches over, a groan of pain as she clutches her stomach.

Hannie looks pinned down at the force of Namjoon's scent and she bows at her waist even more, her temple meeting the pavement as a sign of pure respect and humiliation. Namjoon's the superior wolf and while he would never do this otherwise, his pack mate and friend has been pushed far too close to the edge. Namjoon could hear Yoongi's whines outside the door, the inventory taking a bit longer as Ms. Smith need extra help setting up her tv in her office.

As soon as he smelt the sour flowers coming from the door, his wolf rose so fast to the surface he had no time to reel it back in and chide his wolf for acting out. He was there in an instant to protect Yoongi the way a pack mate should. 

Relief checking and making sure the older alpha is safe, he presses his nose into his temple, breath ghosting Yoongi's left ear.

"Are you okay, hyung?" Namjoon rasps, calm in his tone like he doesn't want to startle Yoongi.

"Yes, Alpha." 

Yoongi didn't mean to address him by his status, but his inner alpha is clawing to the surface to address the more dominant one and he can't believe it but he wants to... feels like he might...

Submit . 

Namjoon growls at the acknowledgement of his status but not in a confrontational way. He welcomes it and nuzzles Yoongi's long black hair, rubbing his chest with his big hand to sooth Yoongi's restless rumbling. 

"That's right, sweet Alpha. I got you." Yoongi preens at being acknowledged back and his eyes nearly roll back into his head when he feels Namjoon start to press his nose lower towards his neck where his scent gland is. Namjoon scents him lightly but his scent still wafts strong and overpowering. His inner alpha snips weakly until he’s baring his neck, giving Namjoon permission. In showing off his throat, the act of sudden vulnerability makes Namjoon growl lower this time.

"Careful, Alpha. You're in pre-rut." He nips at his earlobe, biting at his hoops adorning his lobe but it only makes Yoongi growl playfully back. 

His inner alpha enthralled by this back and forth. 

As if like she didn't get the message Hannie stands there awkwardly before standing up straight again. The younger alpha sees her and clutches Yoongi tighter and bares his teeth in a warning manner. His eyes glow a deep red, a clear signal.

Leave now.

She nods quickly and trips on her way around the corner, her scent anything but happy. It's doubtful she will try to approach anyone like that again. 

His eyes don’t break from her until she’s out of sight. The warmth of his brown eyes come back and Namjoon pets Yoongi head, ruffling the hair. The older one huffs but he welcomes the gesture.

"Okay, how about we get you home?" 

It's 8 pm by the time they get back and Yoongi's sobered up from his pre-rut haze rather quickly once he drank from a new water bottle after Namjoon feed him the bottle Though, having the alpha in his car was another issue. It first he was uncertain he would be able to drive after that, but somehow Namjoon had reeled his scent back in so fast it was like whiplash.

While he's not so hazy now, he still feels the after affects of Namjoon's strong scent. Like his legs feeling almost numb and his dick filling out and hardening in his pants. He quickly got into the car and cut the AC on high in hopes of somehow getting rid of his scent by lowering the windows as well.

The way he had melted into Namjoon’s pheromones startled him and he feels the intensity of it invading his senses once again making him drunk off of it. He swallows dryly when Namjoon takes off his cardigan and he's wearing a sleeveless top underneath, having gotten hot. 

Our Alpha felt hot pressed against Us.  

Yoongi's clears his throat and fans his collar turning up the AC to highest setting it’ll go.

Namjoon looks at him and seems wary before he turns to look out the window. 

The ride doesn’t take long and soon, he's turning into Namjoon's drive way. When he pulls the car into park they sit there silently and suddenly he can't forgot the way Namjoon had so easily defended him but not in a way he would have imagined. Almost like he was... 

"Yoongi-Hyung?"

"Yes?" He snaps his head up, gripping the steering wheel with an iron grip. He finds Namjoon watching him closely. It makes him squirm in his seat, especially because now being locked up in the car for 20 minutes after getting scented, though lightly, earlier still is having its lasting remnants. 

"I would like to apologize for earlier." 

Huh?

"What?" Yoongi blurts out, making Namjoon shake his head fondly.

"Apologize for what, Alpha?"

Fuck, he’s done it again. What’s gotten into him?

Namjoon sighs out and flickers at him a look of... he's not sure. But it makes his belly coil.

"You keep calling me that all of a sudden."

Yoongi hadn't noticed.

A lie no less.

"Um… is that a problem?" He tries again and he sees the way Namjoon breathes out, crossing his arms. He really shouldn't do that.

"I guess if it were a common occurrence for us." He pushes his chin out as he does when he's thinking hard. "But you’ve never called me that before, always keeping it casual since we aren’t in a traditional pack. It's doing something to me, honestly." 

And oh, he didn't see that coming.

Packs usually keep status and hierarchal subgendering to a more laidback type of lifestyle. Unless you were bonded into a pack by a pack alpha, or… if you were in a polyamorous relationship supposedly, it just wasn’t necessary. Though, calling someone by their status could be casual too.

But their little make shift pack wasn’t like that, in fact, no one called Namjoon by his status. He said it made him dissociate so he did not prefer it.

Yoongi flushes and gulps when Namjoon continues.

"I wanted to apologize for how I acted back there but I quite like this side of you. I usually despise it but it coming from you..." He trails off. 

Yoongi can feel his hands flexing on his own thighs, trying hard not to not press them together. 

"I didn’t mean to call you that." He blurts out.

And why is he lying? It's not as if he was drunk. I mean, he was kind of drunk hypothetically speaking, but this is just flat out denial.

Namjoon looks amused at that and smiles like he's trying not to laugh. 

"Okay, you don't have to rub it in my face. I'm not very levelheaded around this time. Just forgot about it." Yoongi can't let that be a running joke for all eternity.

The younger alpha breathes out at that and his lips fall into a line. "I'm not making fun of you, hyung." He finally says after a a little while. 

Namjoon glances at his house lights on and that's when Yoongi remembers he still has to get home too.

"Okay, well if you're not uncomfortable with it then I guess…"

"Would you call me that again? Sweet Alpha?" 

Namjoon looks serious, his scent filing up the space like it seems to do all on its own whenever he wants it to and all of a sudden Yoongi feels lightheaded again.

The show of dominance makes him tilt his head, leaned against the back of the chair headrest. His eyes fall heavy into Namjoon's tantalizing gaze. The heat of his glare makes the top of his head all the way down to the tips of his toes tingle with want. The desire that's been buzzing under his skin for so many years finally breaking from the seams, constantly becoming hotter the more they lock eyes. He doesn't realize he's beginning to breathe a little harder, his brow furrowing as Namjoon reaches for his jaw and tilts his head more, baring his neck for him again. 

"Can I?..." He doesn't finish, his eyes growing darker. They stay glued to his jugular like he can't help it. 

Yoongi's body seems to finally reach its limit and he nods his head too fast, blinking back the fuzz. 

Please, Alpha. Need it.  

"You're so... so fucking good." He rasps, caressing his heated cheek, Yoongi's eyelashes fluttering the more he rubs his scent into his skin. 

He's not even sure what that means exactly but he agrees. He's good. Good for Namjoon. 

Good for Alpha.

Then Namjoon's leaning down and his nose meets Yoongi's scent gland. Once skin meet skin, the reaction is instantaneous and he moans, his nails digging into his own ripped jeans tightly. His stomach lurches with butterflies, unlike the usual nausea instead his inner alpha almost fights against the intimate yet sensual way Namjoon scents him, rubbing his scent into him like he means to mark him.

Claim him. 

Most alphas scent the wrist or above the ears, mostly keeping it at areas of the body that aren't too sensitive and are friendly amongst same status wolves. Of course if you are to mark someone, it means you are looking to court them, making them yours. Figuratively, until you actually mate and bond but it only helps to strengthen the connection between wolves until the mating happens. 

Though, Namjoon and Yoongi have only scented each other once by the wrists. He remembers it, the action alone making his head swim heavy with pheromones. Yoongi, still a little skinnier and smaller back then had almost dropped to his knees but he caught himself, extremely embarrassed at the way his pants had tighten. He had ran away, excusing himself, not knowing why it affected him so strongly. 

Now the honeysuckle was so ripe and rich that he feels like he might be losing grip on his control.

Now, his head falls to the side shamelessly, and the way Namjoon growls at the action makes his alpha rise to the surface at the permission from another alpha to submit. And Namjoon's alpha must seem to notice because he snips at his neck, missing his scent gland by an inch and Namjoon clutches the back of his neck securely holding him in place.

It makes the older male go limp in his hold and he whines, his hands clutched at Namjoon's shirt. His cock not having really gone soft since they left this whole time twitches and he pants out harshly the more Namjoon kisses lower to his collarbones.

He then licks experimentally and Yoongi grabs his own hardening crotch, wincing at how stiff he already is inside his pants. It makes his mouth begin to drool knowing the affect the other alpha has on him. 

"You smell so delectable for me. I usually can barely catch your scent at all. Smell so fucking good, Yoongi." 

He wants, he needs.

Yoongi's preens under the admission and he begs to scratch at his own clothing so roughly that his nails sink into Namjoon's shirt. The younger man hisses pulling back and his dark eyes glance at Yoongi in question. 

"Sorry..." Yoongi mutters, one of his hands still reaching down to squeeze himself. He lets out a little moan trying to relieve the ache and he doesn't care to take notice at the other pair of eyes watching him closely. 

Namjoon's eyes drop to the action, seeing the way his dick makes the jeans pull up so taught that the fire in his gaze leaves the older speechless. 

Namjoon says nothing and turns away like the sight alone is too much to handle and lets out a growl out.

No! Please keep looking at me, Alpha. 

And it's almost like Namjoon can hear his wolf crying out for his attention because his eyes snap back to his withering form, taking in his body from top to bottom. "You're so shameless. Your Alpha just can't help himself, it seems like."

Its not quite clear how Namjoon can tell his Alpha is tearing at his conscience, wanting to sate it's desires so profusely, but he senses him well enough and it just makes him seem like the perfect mate in their eyes. 

Yoongi groans, melting into the seat rubbing himself over his jeans more firmly. He has no room to be more shy when his wolf is reacting so strongly to the alpha in front of him.  And the rough material almost chafes but it just makes him leak more. 

Namjoon moans too and the sound is like music to his ears, “Thought I could already smell how turned on you are, it's nice to see it too, little one.” He leans over to whisper in his ear. 

A moan slips out and he looks down to watch a wet patch begin to spread through the fabric making it turn dark. "I don' know why- ah" Yoongi whines, the sound causing Namjoon physical pain as he presses his lips to Yoongi temple, pecking it affectionately.

"Go on, I'm listening."

"My... my Alpha wants you so fucking bad." 

He finally admitted it and there's no turning back.

Namjoon rumbles so deep into his chest that he thinks it shakes the car. He snatches Yoongi's hand that's covering his crotch and instead begins unbuttoning his pants quickly. 

"Fuck!" Yoongi covers his mouth to not be so sound but Namjoon snatched it away. "Namjoon– Alpha?" Yoongi breathes out, a sweat breaking on his hairline as his brow furrows when Namjoon pulls his cock out.

It stands tall against his belly, curling against the little happy trail adorning his toned stomach. Red and angry and already wet at the tip, the thickness fills out into Namjoon's fist like it was made to fit there and it makes Yoongi throw his head back. He's definitely deep into his pre-rut. It's a wonder he still has this much control over himself.

"Look at this." Namjoon taunts squeezing him firmly making him tremble. He shakes his cock around like it's on display and says,  "Such a big fat alpha cock, and you're whining like a needy little omega who wants to be stuffed."

He says this as he begins to jerk him off, gradually going faster because he knows it's what his alpha craves. It craves to cum now, it'll be the only way to break his rut for the moment until it hits full blown later. 

"Ah... Namjoon feels so– fuck!" He stares down at the way the alpha’s hand pulls more pre-cum out of him, making it squirt all over his stomach.

His hips jerk uncontrollably and he pants watching the wetness coat his hand and lower belly. 

The younger alpha hums and fists his hand around the head, working the sensitivity into overdrive. Yoongi cries out as he slides down into the seat and then it's that moment is when he remembers where they are and clutches the door as Namjoon brings his other hand down to fondle his pre-expanded knot. 

"Shit, Namjoon! Please, lemme, lemme I need-." Yoongi tries beg, but his wolf is reaching for the alphas scent gland, realizing he never got to scent him back.

Namjoon purrs at the offer and gives his neck to Yoongi letting him get what he wants. The older alpha buries his nose into his throat, inhaling in the honeysuckle in big gulps. He almost chokes on it when their scents mix, arousal wafting from the both of them. It was intoxicating their scents together and it only mean his cock leak more.

"You're gonna come," Namjoon rasps out like it's a matter-of-fact,"I want to ruin you so badly, and watch this big useless cock flop around while I have my way. Would you like that, little one?" 

Yoongi nods, thoroughly melts at the nickname.

And the dirty talk is all it takes to have him coming all over the other alpha's hand, shaking until the whiteness is spurting out onto his shirt unfortunately. But before he can worry about it, he shakes his head in disbelief. He Yoongi finds himself whimpering and kicking his hips up desperately, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He leans over to rub incessantly into Namjoon’s neck searching for comfort, his alpha so sensitive. 

He's still half-hard in Namjoon's hand, his pre-rut not yet satisfied by just one orgasm.

"Please? Alpha… make me come again?" 

The other alpha is already ahead of him and pulls him up until he's yanking Yoongi into his lap. The older alpha gasps and clutches his shoulders, his heavy dick bobbing between them at the image of him riding the younger man into oblivion, his hole aching at the thought. 

His inner alpha simpers at the thought. Unlike most alphas that want to knot everything in sight... he wants something else. Needs something else.

His alpha craves cock and is hungry for it. 

His scent must spike even though it's already high in arousal, bleeding cherry blossom melted with honeysuckle and fresh rainwater. 

"What's that?" His deep voice makes Yoongi shiver and big hands rest on his hips, warm and secure. His body seems to have a mind of his own and his inner alpha whines not wanting to speak as he shifts his barely covered ass over the alpha's crotch.

Namjoon hisses, his cock tented in his pants, and Yoongi glances down at the sight and his mouth drops open before he can stop himself. The tent in his pants looks even bigger than Yoongi's would have and god he wants so deeply. 

"Of course." The other chuckles, his glasses sliding down his nose from the sweat in heat mixing inside the car as he looks at Yoongi's debauched face. "Alpha wants something big and thick huh?" 

Yoongi drools and can feel his body heat up. He nods as his belly twists tightly at the molten lava Namjoon ignites in it. He ruts down and pants loudly when his cock rubs into the other's. 

"Shit, just like that." Namjoon grabs his underwear and pants and pulls it below his ass. Then he's lifting Yoongi up a bit to unbutton his own pants and pull his dick out.

And it's big, much bigger than Yoongi's even though he's got a sizable one too. The thought makes him dizzy seeing them side by side and he slams his cock against Namjoon rather roughly by instinct. He needs to come right now.

He feels a growl pulling from his chest, from a deep place he doesn't often come from this deep into pre-rut and Yoongi's rubbing his precome all over Namjoon's cock. He can smell the pheromones from their sex and it just makes him want to claim Namjoon. Mark him up with his teeth, his scent, cum and salvia. 

And god, his teeth ache so badly. It's never been this bad but he feels ravenous and a little uncontrollable. Like he might mate him right into this damn car.

Clenching his jaw tightly, he ruts into Namjoon's stomach and cock, never pulling his eyes away from it. 

Namjoon grabs his chin and makes him look at him. "That's right, claim me sweet Alpha. Show everyone what's yours." And that makes a switch flip in Yoongi's head, makes a deep set wall that he's worked so hard to put up break down and crumble into pieces. He snaps his teeth, leaning closer until their foreheads touch and all it takes is Namjoon's shake of his head to get his answer.

Their lips crash into each other clumsily and it's a mess of canines and tongue, as their hips grind against each other. Yoongi tilts his head, deepening the kiss, biting at Namjoon's top lip and purring when Namjoon rumbles back a warning growl. But it's not offended in the slightest, in fact he sounds proud of Yoongi's gesture.

Yoongi's pants punch out more frantic and he decides to grab both of their cocks with both hands of his hands, squeezing as much as he can fit and jerks them off. He moans so desperately he can't believe he's even this hot and bothered on his pre-rut. Usually he will take care of himself if he feels agitated enough but he's never been this triggered. He thinks he might go into heat in the next few hours infused of the next two days like he thought he would. 

"Uh, let me– let me mark you up," Yoongi whispers, but he knows Namjoon can hear him. "Mark you up with my cum, wanna make you smell like me– can almost taste you right now, so good." He's blabbering but he can't stop. "Your big cock... wish I could sit on it right now." 

"Yoongi," Namjoon groans, throwing his head back, his eyes shutting tightly. This is the first time he's said Yoongi's name this whole time. "You don't know what you're– ah fuck, implying... I-I know what I said but–" he cuts himself off overwhelmed. 

"Meant it, I don't wanna... just need," he can't explain how much he wants it... needs to submit.

To let go.

Then Namjoon's pulling him into a kiss, so passionate he almost loses all feeling in his bones at the sheer affection that floods his system. 

"I hear you. I-I know, let go for me Alpha. Show me how good you are." 

The wave of fire is immediate the way it takes over his whole body. The pit of belly tightens and he hunches forward, his skull almost knocking into the other male's when he freezes and he's releasing all over them again.

This time he can feel his knot inflating and forming and it's impossible usually unless he's in his full blown rut but it grows and he cries when he swells and he's coming again. His orgasm lasts longer this time and Namjoon is ever so kind and holds his knot in his hand, helping to relieve the pain. 

He soon follows over the edge too, after Yoongi continues rutting his hips, slamming their cocks together. His release smears onto Namjoon and he sees Namjoon lick his lips at the mess, a wild look setting on his face. But he seems to catch himself and breathes out.  

Eventually, the exhaustion takes over and the he slumps into the younger alpha. He would be embarrassed at the alarming amount of cum he just produced but his inner alpha is silent, asleep. The honeysuckle fizzles around them stronger than ever and he feels his fuzzy head fall heavily into Namjoon's broad chest. 

"Good boy. Sleep. I can’t let you out of my sight now."

Time passes slowly for a while as Namjoon carries Yoongi to his room to rest.

The older alpha doesn’t wake up for a couple hours, powering through in his sleep and saving up any lasting energy he has left. His pre-rut is in the works now and he blinks his eyes, fuzzy from sleep when he clutches the soft sheets in his fists.

He sighs, his lips curling into a soft smile as he nuzzles the cotton swamped in honeysuckle and pine cone. The bed is warm and glittered with with warm sunlight and that’s when his eyes shoot open. He sits up, the sheets pooling around his waist and he shivers as the cool air brushes his stiff nipples.

Yoongi frowns and stares down at his naked torso, his skin warm and slightly sweaty. His symptoms must have gotten worse but overall he feels light and fluttery. The alpha isn’t sure why but his nose twitches at the amount of potent honeysuckle swirling in the room and he moans when he leans down to nose at the pillow.

It’s Namjoon’s bed.

He couldn’t mistake this sweet scent. And it baffles him as he takes full lungfuls of it, because usually he would have already grown sick after smelling so much at once. But the alpha instead sighs and lays on his stomach, his cock filling up in no time.

“Yoongi-hyung? Are you awake?” He hears Namjoon from the other side of the door and he freezes.

Yoongi whines and clutches the pillow tightly into his chest. It smells so good that he finds himself rutting into it.

At hearing his whine, the younger alpha opens the door to peak inside.

“What’s this?”

Namjoon enters with a tray of toast and eggs and a glass of orange juice. Upon seeing Yoongi’s already debauched state, long black hair messy and falling into the pretty alpha’s eyes, he smiles setting the tray down on the desk.

His dark brown eyes watch Namjoon carefully, assessing the other alpha in his room, his nest. Even though he doesn’t have many blankets surrounding him, he’s claimed this bed as the other’s scent marks it. Clutching the pillow, never stopping his hips from stuttering forward, his boxers riding up and showing his milky thighs, his inner alpha whimpers seeing their potential mate approaching their nest.

Namjoon walks up slowly and hovers a hand over his head, wanting to comfort the alpha but nervous to enter another alpha’s nest during pre-rut.

“You’re so gorgeous… in my bed, little one.” His voice rumbles deep in his chest and the other alpha huffs out squeezing his thighs.

He hums, his brain turning fuzzy, his tongue too heavy in his mouth. His crotch throbs repeatedly and he feels his skin burn hotter when Namjoon swallows dryly and pets his head.

“I won’t touch you again, but you’re entering rut soon.” Namjoon says, his voice quiet and light. “I don’t think it’s safe for you to drive home so I brought you in. Are you okay in my room?”

He looks around, eyes shaky. The younger alpha is clearly hesitant at his bold actions. While they are friends, they have never entered each other’s rooms.

“I… I hope I didn’t overstep-“

“Want…” Yoongi pouts, nuzzling Namjoon’s palm, scenting it. “Please? I like it.”

Namjoon pauses, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at older squirming in his bed. “You,” A dazzling smile breaks across his face, splitting into dimples. “You don’t hate my scent?”

Yoongi huffed, grabbing onto his wrist. Namjoon’s eyes flicker a pretty red and he sits still to watch what the alpha will do next. He needs to earn Yoongi’s trust.

His big calloused hand held onto Namjoon’s wrist tightly, maybe tighter than he meant to but he didn’t want to alpha to leave him. He made sure to scent mark his wrist, nudging it and ribbing his cheek over it. Honeysuckle spiked in the air, and his eyelashes fluttered up as he watched Namjoon begin to pant lightly. Seeing this and filling a sense of pride fill his chest, Yoongi pressed his lips into his skin.

Staring into his eyes, Yoongi whispers, “How could I?” Eyes dark and calculated.

Namjoon tenses up, his canines flickering as he growled causing a shiver to go down Yoongi’s spine. His belly twists so hotly the more the younger aloha growls and he finds himself lowering his head further into the blankets, a whimper climbing up his throat.

Alpha. Alpha. My Alpha.

Pink and soft, Yoongi shyly pokes his tongue out, the wet flesh fluttering against the tenderness of Namjoon’s wrist. He hums deeply into his chest, his inner alpha purring. He can practically taste the honey on his tongue making him moan louder as he kisses the reddening area, nibbling against it like he means to mark his spot here on the alpha’s wrist where everyone will see it and smell the cherry blossoms wafting from it. Namjoon shutters, eyes slanted as he watches intently, his other hand curling into Yoongi’s dark locks, tugging him closer.

Yoongi groans, his cock leaking in his underwear making it sticky. He had nearly forgotten about his arousal so enraptured by Namjoon’s beauty and scent.

Determined, he begins rutting into the pillow again, his face flaming red as he remembers that it’s the alpha’s pillow in fact.

All the better, his inner alpha growls.

“Such a beautiful alpha…”

Namjoon’s eyes were so dark with desire and adoration that Yoongi couldn’t look away. No one had ever looked at him the way Namjoon did and he wasn’t sure why but the way his other hand threaded through his hair scratching his scalp made passion burn so greatly in his gut. His hips stuttered and he gripped Namjoon’s wrist, whining in his throat when blinding pleasure rippled  through his body.

“Alpha, I’m- I’m-“ he chokes on his words, the pleasure stopping him from speaking any further.

His thighs clamp shut and he stills, before he trembles inhaling the honeysuckle invading his senses. Yoongi should be sick from how heavy their pheromones are mixing now but he loves it more than he will ever admit. As he finally comes down from his orgasm, he continues to lap at his Namjoon’s wrist in desperation. His underwear is getting so wet that it makes his hole clench at thought of the looming alpha seeing the mess he made. Though, fortunately, his cock barely goes soft, but his body’s all too exhausted from lack of sleep so it’s no surprise when he could finds himself barely keeping his eyes open.

“That’s it, so good. Did so well.” A soft praise brushes his left ear and his heavy body becames slow once more.

He had never been so deep into his headspace during just his pre-rut but it was something about Kim Namjoon and his scent that made him feel so safe and cared for.

The next few days go much more the same pace.

Yoongi lays in bed all day, whines for his alpha, Namjoon comes racing back to the room, panicked, eyes dilated.

Though, desire does spike in his scent, the way he not so subtly throws his used clothes at Yoongi and slams the door closed is a far cry from the way he took care of Yoongi in the car a few days ago. And it’s confusing to say the least. It has Yoongi’s alpha crying for something, anything to take away the pain in his belly. The twists of cramps making him sweat to no end. A thunderstorm inside his stomach lurches when his own scent becomes so overpowering that it almost drowns out the younger alpha’s pheromones. Well… almost.

Namjoon’s scent is the one thing that keeps him from breaking down, though he still cries anyway. Big, fat tears rolling down his face when Namjoon barely touchs him. He’ll thread his fingers though his hair to calm him down, bring him food and water, and sometimes he will even scent Yoongi lightly by the neck.

But one thing’s for sure, Yoongi in his haze filled mind, doubts that Kim Namjoon is actually attracted to him.

Maybe Yoongi read the situation wrong and went too far. Just because Namjoon reacted to his pre-rut pheromones and helped him in the car doesn’t mean he wants to have sex with him or even wants him as a mate.

And rationally, it doesn't make entire sense that way, but Yoongi’s inner alpha can’t help but feel unwanted and shameful for his earlier actions and how he acts now. Desperate to have another Alpha’s attention, rutting into the bedding like a baby alpha just learning what it feels like to experience pleasure. Though, it’s not as good as with a partner. He would’t know as he has never had a partner during his rut, but as it hits full force and he clenches his tummy, cramps and a deep ache setting into his limbs, he doubts it could ever feel better.

Because he unlike other alphas, he doesn’t want a needy omega to take care of his aching knot. In fact, he doesn’t even want to knot as it throbs painfully between his legs begging for something to stimulate it, hormones wanting to breed. He feels sicker thinking about knotting someone, his hands numb as he tosses and turns in the sheets for days, the only smell of honeysuckle and fresh grass comforting him.

Yoongi eventually comes out of his rut haze on the fifth day.

His head throbs so sharply that the sunlight coming through the window makes his eyes hurt. He groans and sits up, the sheets beneath him surprisingly clean and fresh of detergent scent. It’s light and not strong smelling keeping his nose from twitching uncomfortably.

His eyes trail down to his thighs, red marks that resemble scratches that he supposed he made, creating welts into his porcelain skin.

The older alpha vaguely remembers being so deep into his rut that he wanted to gnaw his skin off, anxiety high not having a mate to take care of him. Yet, his wolf was present enough to acknowledge the tall, dark haired alpha who cleaned and fed them during the duration of their mating cycle. It makes his heart flutter when he recalls Namjoon’s soft touches to his hair, the faint nudge of his round nose tickling his scent gland making him melt into the bedding.

Clearing his throat as his face burns from embarrassment, he coughs abruptly, throat dry.

On the night stand sits a glass of water and a note just underneath it. Swallowing, Yoongi reaches over and downs the drink as his fingers curl around the paper. He finishes the last remaining drops and exhales as his heart drops reading the message written on the note.

‘Good morning, Hyung, or whenever you see this.

I hope I didn’t overstep and make you uncomfortable during your rut. I thought keeping you in a safe place would be the right thing to do and your friends Hoseok and Taehyung have made it clear that it was not. But what’s been done is done. I left around your 3rd rut day. If you happen to read this after it’s passed then ignore everything after this.

Don’t worry I’m at a friend’s house. You remember Park Jimin right? He offered his home, so don’t feel bed for stealing my bed. I let you have it for now since my scent calms you down.

Anyway, Taehyung told me you usually take 5-6 days, so to avoid any risks I left early. But there is plenty of packaged food, snacks, and water bottles on the desk. I also stocked up more on the honey scented lotion if you feel itchy later. I saw your marks, I tried my best to keep them clean. I already left you a few glasses of water too because you were saying you didn’t feel like opening them. Hope you feel better soon.

Call Tae when you can, he’s worried about you.’

Yoongi blinks back watery eyes, his throat tight as he lowers the note.

Fucking Kim Namjoon and his big, gigantic heart.

Chapter Text

The next couple of days follow a bit more awkwardly after Yoongi leaves Namjoon’s place, fizzled out of his mind on honey scented lotion and his favorite ramen noodles that were mysteriously stocked up in Namjoon’s pantry.

Taehyung slams into him as soon as the beta senses he’s within walking distance from the foyer. Yoongi complains about his body aching from the after affects of his rut and Taehyung sniffs him from head to toe to detect any other scents - as he usually does in protective mode - but finds nothing out of the ordinary. His eyebrows furrow when he notices how quiet Yoongi is the following days that come later, but the alpha continues to deny anything happening between him and Namjoon the more Taehyung asks about it.

Honestly, why would Taehyung even assume they had sex?

Yoongi may be attracted to him, yes absolutely, but Taehyung of all people would know he would never sleep with someone during his rut. Even if he came dangerously close to doing so, but he won’t mention that tiny detail. 

“So, you’re telling me you were saved from the she devil herself by your big, buff alpha and didn’t ride him into oblivion?” Taehyung gasps as if offended by Yoongi’s worsening facial expressions.

“Christ’s sake, could you not do this right after I just suffered five days in hell?”

Yoongi swipes as the dark strands falling into his eyes again. His hair is really getting too long. And while he would book a hair cut right now, a nagging little voice in the back of his head says that he shouldn’t because a certain someone loves his long hair.

The beta huffs and sets his gaming controller on the couch beside him, giving the alpha his full attention.

Well that’s just great.

“And he is not my alpha.” Yoongi adds on, muttering while crossing his arms over his racing heart.

‘He Is our Alpha’ - His inner alpha disagrees heavily, a hollow void settling into his chest as the conversation goes on. His wolf almost whimpers pathetically inside his consciousness, a weak attempt in standing its ground.

Yet, he sighs mentally too exhausted to entertain his instincts and desires. 

“Righttt,” Taehyung says giving him a sneaky look. “And I just love topping!” He beams, clearly looking for trouble. “If we’re doing a lie contest, I think I win because Hoseok once said my stroke game isn’t too bad for a pillow princess-“

“Alright, I’ve had enough-“ Yoongi shoves his shoulder, a weirdly fond flutter in his chest. Somehow Taehyung always manages to make him smile no matter how down he is. 

“Okay! Fine, I’ll behave.” Taehyung pouts.

His thin lips pout so adorably and the alpha has to keep himself form caving, but he knows he’s always had a soft spot for the brunette haired beta.

He swallows his pride and huffs out, leaning over to grab his leftover beer that he had forgotten about. 

“What do you wanna know, Tae-ah?”

Taehyung perks up and almost sends his controller crashing into the hardwood floor, but luckily he saves it. And Yoongi snips at him for it because he’s the one that got him the latest system last Christmas.

The Playstation 5 was for Taehyung’s birthday. He’ll be damned if he breaks it now.

“How many questions do I get, hyung?”

His curly hair bounces at his excitement, boxy smile widening. But as innocent as he looks, Yoongi know’s his ulterior motives.

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi sighs. 

“Two.”

“Three!” Taehyung chews on nothing and smirks seeing Yoongi’s cheeks redden. They both know that Yoongi secretly loves kissing and telling as they say.

Sinking into the couch cushions, he groans and throws his head back. 

“This is so embarrassing! Just ask your stupid questions already.”

“Okay!” Taehyung nods his head, very enthusiastic to get the tea. What a brat. “Okay, let’s see…” he scratches his head and then his eyes widen. 

So does Yoongi’s.

“So you said hyung took you home after the whole thing with her - who we do not speak of - but,” Taehyung pauses looking a little shy.

“Right, and?” Yoongi echoes, his heart skipping. 

“But what made Namjoon-hyung keep you at his home? You never specified, just said that he felt you were going into rut. You seemed like you still had a couple days to go last I saw you.”

Taehyung goes a little quiet at Yoongi’s non-responsive blank stare, the paused gaming screen frozen on the television making a deafening noise. 

“Oh my god…”

“Taehyung!” He whines, actually whines and covers his face when he feels his face and ears getting hot. “It’s not what it—“

“Ah! You lied! Namjoon-hyung set off your rut?” Taehyung looks at him like he just found gold hidden under his pillow. 

Yoongi goes to sip more of his beer and comes up empty. Shit. He tosses it on the couch without thinking and this time something does fall to the ground but it doesn’t smash into pieces. 

”Technically I didn’t lie!” Yoongi slurs, the buzz of alcohol making him pout. ”I was already in pre-rut.”

Taehyung ignores it, handing him another beer from thin air as if he was prepared for Yoongi’s anguish. He kind of appreciates the younger’s man’s thoughtfulness.

”Yeah but you didn’t say he set it off. There’s a difference and you know it! Especially due to your special case, you would rather gag on a dildo than let some random man sway you.” 

Now that was uncalled for. 

“Hey! I’ll have you know I don’t gag.” Yoongi says triumphantly at Taehyung’s flushing face. 

”Alright you horny bitch, just tell me. Did he or did he not set off your rut? And how they hell did he hold back, you’re like a walking wet dream.” Taehyung says, intrigued, and Yoongi tries to stop him from further embarrassing him but he’s too late.

Taehyung jumps up and ruffles his hair in awe. “Actually no, how did you hold back?” He points accusingly. “You’re astronomically, atrociously, insanely, down bad for that alpha!” 

“Oh fuck off, what does any of that even mean?And you agreed to three questions.” He waved off, face full of disgust yet he doesn’t deny any of it. 

“It means you’ve got it super bad for Namjoon-hyung I mean I’m sure his dick can’t be that big–“

“Taehyung!” 

“Sorry, but I’m having too much fun with this. All my questions need questions for the questions.”

Taehyung stands up to clean up their pizza box and beer bottles, his shirt slipping just to reveal very concerning bruises literally his neck. 

“While we’re at it, we should probably try to sober up because it’s way too early to be drunk and all this spicy talk is making me miss my Hoseok.”

And Yoongi misses him too. The beta was off on a school trip for his dance program so Taehyung has had to deal with a distressed and cranky alpha right out of rut. Thought he can tell they have some alone time together if Taehyung’s neck is anything to say. Yoongi figures maybe he should give Hoseok a call tonight and pretend to threaten the poor Alpha for mauling his friend’s neck like that. He’ll get a kick out of Hoseok’s panic. 

“That doesn’t even make sense, this is my love life we’re talking about.“ He says louder, hearing the dishes clank in the sink as water runs. 

“It makes perfect sense for this situation!” The beta yells back from the mini island of their kitchen.

“Answer my questions, hyung!” Yoongi feels a hand grab his wrist and he peaks from between his fingers where he tried to hide away.

“Yes, okay.” He mutters.

Taehyung takes his place back on his side of the couch and waits patiently.

“After we met… her, I drove him home but I felt you know,” horny, he doesn’t supply but he’s sure Taehyung gets the gist. “So I was an idiot and called him Alpha again and I guess he liked that?” Yoongi chuckles, feeling his cheeks with his hands and finding them burning hot as he expected.

He continues, “I kind of ended up climbing onto his lap in the car after I practically jerked off in front of him…” he can feel his skin starting to heat up more, his scent sweetening, “and then I got us both off. God!”

He slumps down into the couch, looking at the ceiling. The memories float around in his mind so vividly that he can almost hear Namjoon’s groan fanning his ears. At this point he might as well sink into the floor boards. 

“I even begged him to knot me and I-“ he feels a lump form in his throat at how hopeless he felt. He must have been so annoying to deal with in his rut state. “I don’t even know why I asked him that. I’ve never been with an alpha before…”

Taehyung startles at that, speechless.

“Holy shit, hyung...” Is all he says, voice wavering hesitantly. And Yoongi continues, thoughts spiraling more and more. 

“I also kind of confessed to…to wanting to sleep with him when he was taking care of me b-but I think he didn’t like that idea.” He looks at Taehyung, his eyes hazy and red.

“What alpha wants another alpha? I know we’re in a new age now but I just feel so lost half the time because I’m so abnormal but I feel so good with him. I want all that sappy shit you and Hoseok have but none of that matters now. I was a burden to him… That’s probably why… why he left.” He finished after a very long speech, exhausted, chest falling heavier as the silence swirls around them. 

The beta sighs and cups Yoongi’s cheeks into his hands pulling a noise of complaint from the alpha, but he doesn’t pull away and accepts his fate. 

“Oh you poor thing.” Taehyung smiles warmly, but his eyes are sad ans he looks ant his hyung. But the warmth of his smile serves to calm Yoongi’s nerves a bit.

Luckily, the beta knows better than to release his pheromones in place of using his body language, though Yoongi almost wishes he would. He misses when he used to enjoy the swirling scents of his friends and family.

A home, a pack.

The thought must make his own scent come out sour because Taehyung lets out a confused whine, his brows furrowing with a hint of sadness and he leans just shy of Yoong’s own button nose and rubs them together. It’s the lightest way he could show he cares for Yoongi without rubbing off too much of his scent onto him. His alpha still recognizes a pack mate coming to their side to comfort them and it makes the lump in his throat grown bigger and bigger until he can’t breath anymore.

“Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi blinks up at him in question, feeling too overwhelmed to speak. “Hm?”

The beta caresses his cheek with his left thumb and lets go slowly making Yoongi tremble from the loss. He doesn’t realize how his body leans forward to follow Taehyung and the beta sees this and doesn’t hesitate to open his arms. 

They rarely cuddle at all, but today, Yoongi feels the urge to do so.

The older alpha falls into his chest and warm arms wrap around him, acting as a barrier. From what? 

He’s not sure.

“I know you may think this is your fault somehow because Namjoon-hyung would have been affected by your scent, but I want to ask you this sincerely. You can tell me if you would rather not answer my question, I won’t be offended.” His deep voice gravitates through him and he feels hesitant at Taehyung’s suddenly serious yet calming tone.

The beta is usually cherry and a real jokester, often mischievous, but when he becomes serious there’s no mistaking the switch.

“What… what is it?” Yoongi mumbles. He feels exposed all of a sudden and doesn’t know how to take it. 

He clutches Taehyung’s shirt and he can feel the beta’s arms tightening around him as if he doesn’t want to let him go right now.

“Have you ever noticed how you don’t feel sick around Namjoon’s scent?”

Yoongi flinches and Taehyung’s hold loosens slightly.

“What do you mean?” It’s not that he hasn’t noticed, but he just thought maybe Namjoon was a special case or maybe it’s because he trusts the alpha so damn much that he would do anything he asked. “I don’t feel sick around you guys.”

Taehyung chuckles a bit, “Well, yeah hyung. But that’s because we mute ours. You remember when we first met?”

He had wrenched at first from the overpowering scents that he first encountered when he met Taehyung and Hoseok. It wasn’t even like they smelled bad. Taehyung’s scent a nice spring rain and Hoseok’s a toffee roasted scent. Yet, no matter how subtle or nice a scent was meant to be, it made Yoonig’s gut twist and curl. 

The alpha nods remembering how ill he felt. His head nearly knocks into Taehyung’s chin but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“I remember, Taehyungie. But seriously they aren’t bad scents at all.” He defends.

The beta purrs lightly, soothing the alpha’s rising panic that settles into his scent. It’s much harder for Yoongi to reel back his emotions in his pheromones when he’s still so sensitive after a rut. But it’s been days, why does he feel so bad though? 

“I appreciate your honestly but I would rather die then watch you curled up in your room so sick you can’t move. It worries us.” And Yoongi believes him.

As soon as Yoongi told Taehyung and Hoseok about his condition, they had received it positively from the start. They made sure to do everything to make him as comfortable as possible so he wouldn’t feel so woozy in their shared apartment.

“I hope you don’t feel bad. We want you to be okay.”

And Yoongi wasn’t— isn’t okay. He felt selfish for making them go through the same shit for all these years.

The times he would find them in the living room watching a movie, scenting each other as the film went on. Then the alpha walking in and their immediate panic and distressed pheromones making Yoongi angsty. He hated watching them run to the shower to try to clean their mixing scents from their bodies and spraying scent repellent in the air to keep it neutral. 

He felt unnatural in a very natural living space for a pack. How could he call himself a pack mate when he couldn’t even scent his own best friends? 

His heart sunk and he could feel himself spiraling more into a dark place. It had been a while since he spiraled this quickly and he found himself whimpering, chest rising and falling faster by the second.

“Hyung?”

Taehyung gasped softly and pulled him away to rub at his scent glands on his neck. he was gentle as he caressed them, watching Yoongi’s panting slow. “Breathe. Yeah, that’s it. Is Alpha okay now?”

Yoongi nodded, his eyes tearing up. He doesn’t understand why he’s so emotional right now. He’s been a bit agitated and restless since his rut ended, but it feels ten times stronger since his Alpha left him-

Wait.

A sob found it’s way out of his body, trembling into a fit of more hard sobs.

“Oh… hyung it’s going to be okay…” The beta’s voice wavered like he was ready to cry along with him.

Taehyung pulled him in tightly, rocking them back and forth. 

And Yoongi stayed there, curled into his chest feeling hopeless and hurt. 

“Why would Namjoon leave me like that?” Yoongi finds himself gasping, lips wobbling, “I n-needed him and he just…just left me like it was so easy.”

“I…I don’t know. I wish I had all the answers but I know one thing for sure and it’s that he cares about you, otherwise, he wouldn’t have fought me on the phone when I demanded to know where you were.” Taehyung shushes him when Yoongi whines and a warm hand soothes his back. 

”I hope it’s true, a-and I think I’m o-okay now. You can let me go.” He says, his defenses rising again. 

Taehyung doesn’t seem to like that idea and shakes his head. “No, I know how you get. It’s okay if you need me to hold you. But is it okay if we talk about this, because I’ll be honest hyung if feels like you’ve been holding this in. Have you ever noticed it before? His scent?”

Yoongi nods. “Yeah. I have…” he thinks about it and he remembers always craving for more. “I can’t seem to get enough of it, Taehyung. It’s like— like I’m high of something but not just anything, on him. It’s Namjoon.” He says finally, his head throbbing from the crying, but he’s glad he let it out. 

Taehyung hums thoughtfully. “Sounds like to me you were wrong.” 

“About what?” 

“You’re not abnormal,” the beta says softly, and he wants to cut him off but he raises his hand. “Let me finish.” He slumps down, defeated. 

“You’re not abnormal, hyung. You never were, and maybe yeah it sucks that it took 30 years for you to figure yourself out but—“

”I was diagnosed as a teen, Tae not as an infant.” He frowns still hugging the beta, snuggling into him. 

“Okay, fact police. Just hear me out. Maybe it’s not a factor of what scent it is but who. You were sicker than ever when you first met me and Hoseok but once we bonded you’ve worked your way up to living with us and now you’re fine right?”

”Well you’re not wrong but you still have to town down your scents.” 

Taehyung smiles, “Yes, but we scent you in little ways. You don’t feel nearly as bad when we’re freshly showered even if we’re rubbing our scents all over you.” 

And he’s got a point.

Yoongi thinks about it and maybe he was getting better slowly but surely. Each day, bonding with his pack mates and overcoming his symptoms from his condition without realizing it. Maybe it’s not a cure he needs but an alternative. 

“So what’s your point then?”

”My point is Namjoon-hyung might be your mate and that’s why you’ve bonded with him quicker than we did. It could explain why your wolf was set on him from day one. I doubt your picky instincts will deny a true mate.” 

The alpha flushes at that and blinks up at Taehyung in awe of his conclusion. 

“So what you’re saying is—“

”He’s your mate!”

Then an idea pops up into his head.

“Fuck… what am I going to do?” 

He busies himself in the mirror as he checks his appearance. His blue fuzzy cardigan and brown slacks fit him well, make him look all cuddly and studious. Yoongi even took time to comb his hair into a middle part to showcase his longer bangs tucked behind his ears, adorned with his signature metal hoops. And somehow the beta convinced him to apply a bit of mascara,  eyeliner at the corners of his eyes, and a hint of blush and lipgloss. 

He hears a knock on the door and spins around to find Taehyung with one bag in hand, the other his school bag. 

Taehyung nods, satisfied with Yoongi’s overall appearance and outfit. 

“I texted Namjoon that we were on the way to his apartment. So let’s go.” He seems enthusiastic but his face gives away an interesting flush that Yoongi doesn’t have time to decipher at the moment. 

“Alright, this plan better work.”

____

The ride over the Namjoon’s place only takes 15 minutes and in those minutes Yoongi tries to prep himself for the worse.

Worse case scenario Namjoon answers the door and tells him to leave… 

Or maybe he already left and they’ll just miss him. 

Maybe he won’t even have to see him for the remainder of his semester. He’ll just cram in the last week he has to study since he lost 5 days of study time and cry his eyes out the night before the final exam.

Will Namjoon even tutor him if he begs on his knees?

God, Yoongi did not need to think about being on his knees for the alpha right now… 

“Okay, we’re here. But will you calm down hyung? You’re stinking up the car.” Taehyung pinches at his nose, acting disgusted but they know Yoongi’s cherry blossom is the sweetest scent between the two of them. 

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just nervous.” 

“Nervous about what? Afraid your alpha will pounce on you after smelling like bleeding cherry pie for days on end?”

”Hey! I’ll have you know I’ve been trying hard to mask my scent.” Yoongi huffs, his scent wavering the slightest hint, souring. 

Taehyung gives a weak smile and shakes his head. 

“You know I’m only joking. Awe, hyung— Fuck sake, don’t be like that!” He belts out a laugh as Yoongi hops out of the vehicle and slams the door. 

Climbing the stairs of Namjoon’s apartment complex due to the elevator being out of service proves to worsen Yoongi’s anxiety as he sweats profusely by the time they reach floor five.

Geez, he must be so out of shape to let five flights of stairs tire him out. 

Taehyung seems to hold up better as he takes initiative to knock on the door first, passing by a frozen Min Yoongi.

After two knocks, the door swings open and an unfamiliar and surprisingly beautiful man comes into view. His slanted eyes catch Yoongi’s first and then they flicker towards Taehyung, scanning him from head to toe. His plumps lips pull into a pretty smile and he ruffles his own sandy blonde hair before pulling the door wider, letting them inside.

Taehyung barely catches the gesture, too entranced by the little giggles that fly out of the other man when he freezes in his spot. 

“Um, do we know you? We’re here for Namjoon.” Yoongi says, eyeing the pretty blonde boy in front of him. 

“Oh! Of course. I’m just here to hang out and cooking up some food for us.” The man scans the bags Yoongi’s holding and realization takes over his face before he lets them in.

Taehyung all but stumbles over his two feet behind him, almost catching the heels of his shoes.

If Yoongi knew any better, he’d say that Taehyung is more flustered meeting Jimin than when he met Hoseok. 

“I see now. You guys must be Namjoon’s other friends he told me about? No wonder he was ready to kick me out.” Jimin trails off, going to the kitchen to adjust the heat in his stove, the famous Jin-ramen wafting the air and making his taste buds tingle. 

“I take it you’re Min Yoongi?” Jimin finally asks, smiling. “Joon-hyung always said you were shorter than me. Glad to see proof.” 

And Yoongi takes offense to that greatly. 

“Excuse me?” He pouts, rubs his elbow as he takes a seat on the couch. Taehyung still stands awkwardly to side, his body leaned onto the counter as he watches Jimin fiddle around the kitchen adding various ingredients to the noodles. 

Jimin shuts the pot and settles his petite hands onto his hips. “Well it’s the only way I could identify you. Plus you smell awfully like him too.” 

flushes at that, clutching at the hem of the oversized cardigan, blue but indigo specifically, Namjoon’s favorite color. He lent it to him to wear but he couldn’t return it on his own just yet, so he decided to keep it until Namjoon asks for it back. 

Hopefully if Taehyung’s plan works, then maybe he’ll be returning it sooner than expected. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell if you don’t.” The omega giggles. 

And that makes Yoongi smile shyly. Jimin is certainly emotionally aware of his surroundings. Despite the silly banter, he’s beginning to see why Namjoon be-friended him.

“I-I’m Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. My friends call me Tae and I’m Yoongi’s roommate and soulmate— well he wouldn’t call it that, but I always remind him that we could be in love if we met in another universe.” He clears his throat. “But we’re besties, he’s single but I’m not.” Taehyung supplies unhelpfully, his scent sweetening just a smidge as Jimin’s smile widens the more he blabs on. 

Taehyung rubs the back of his neck, the skin radiating red. 

“Sorry, I also talk too much.”

“Nice to meet you, Kim Taehyung or Tae was it?” Jimin provided his hand and Taehyung nods quickly, shaking his hand. 

“Yes, that’s right.” 

“Well, Tae, I also talk too much but that’s okay, I think you both are a cute duo. And you also said you’re not single so?…” Jimin raises an eyebrow, and Yoongi currently is trying very hard to disappear into the cushions. 

“Oh. Oh!” Taehyung beams, “I have a boyfriend. Mate. His name is Hoseok, but I think he would probably want to keep you because you’re so adorable. He loves small and cute things.”

“Oh, I’m- I’m flattered Taehyung-ssi— I mean Tae,” Jimin blushes. “If that’s so, I would love to meet this Hoseok, he sounds like a dream boyfriend.” 

“Okay, I am seconds away from vomiting all over this floor.” Yoongi huffs out though Namjoon’s apartment smells very clinically clean, like antiseptics. It makes his heart skip a beat that Namjoon made sure to remove any sign of a scent in his living space.

He’s only gotten a slight hint of Taehyung’s from being in the car with him and Jimin’s fresh showered scent. 

As if on que, someone comes bounding down the hallway, their honeysuckle scent filling Yoongi’s nose as soon as it enters the room. Namjoon comes into the room, fresh from a shower, hair wet and shirtless (dear god) with shorts on. 

“Jimin, was that someone at the door, oh— Taehyung-ah?” 

Taehyung waves but his eyes flicker to Yoongi sitting up on the couch then back to Namjoon standing in the doorway. 

“Yoongi?” 

He cleared his throat, breathing out before giving Taehyung the wink of signal. 

Upon seeing it, Taehyung asked Jimin if he needed help with the noodles and entered the kitchen where the two were left alone in the living room. 

“Hi, Namjoon. How are you?” He asked, busying himself with unpacking his school bag. 

“Ah, I’m okay. I’m sorry I should get dressed.” Namjoon says, bowing politely to Yoongi which has him stumped as the younger male scurries off to his room. The same bedroom that Yoongi buried his nose in, spent his rut in and built his nest that he - unhappily - had to take down. 

A whine almost bubbles up his throat as he watches the man walk away but he enjoys the view. 

Shaking his head, he pulls out his forgotten Calculas study guide that has haunted his dreams every waking night. 

A Taehyung comes out clearly flustered beyond belief and sighs out rubbing his cheek before he sees Yoongi staring at him. “Hyung, you won’t believe what just happened to me.” He says, his eyes sparking. 

“Not sure I want to, but do tell once I execute the plan.” He whispers the word as if people as listening in to this. 

“Yes, right, the plan.” Taehyung says quickly, as if he forgot. “I think me and Jimin will give you two the space you need. Don’t even worry about that.” 

And Yoongi’s not sure he wants to know why Jimin is so readily entertaining Taehyung this early on, clearly they’re hitting it off well. 

Soon enough Namjoon comes back fully dressed with his own school supplies and Jimin is entering the room with jacket and shades propped on his head like he’s ready to go somewhere.

A date perhaps? 

“Let’s go, Taetae. We got some site seeing to do!” They link arms, say their goodbyes and before they know it the door is being slammed shut and the faint scent of ramen and air fresher is left behind. 

“So… shall we begin?” Namjoon asks, and he nods. 

Soon, an hour turns into three hours of Namjoon asking him questions. Yoongi answering with little to no confidence. His focus being deterred every-time Namjoon adjusts his glasses on the slope of his pretty nose. And it doesn’t help when Namjoon grades his practice questions and then makes a show of pointing out what he could improve on with his equally as pretty delicate yet strong looking hands.

He talks something about why sin, cos, and tan are so important to the formula given on the section they’re currently working on yet the way Namjoon’s mouth curls around each word, articulating every symbol makes his cheeks heat up. 

“Min Yoongi.” 

“Yes, Alpha.” He sits up straighter, the term slips from his lips so naturally that he barely catches the way Namjoon breathes out. 

“Are you even listening or do I need to do something else to get your attention?” Namjoon asks, lips turned into a thin line, chin protruding. 

He can feel his ears burning as he tucks his hair out of habit. Wondering eyes watch the action and he stutters. “N-No, I’m listening. I’m sorry, Namjoon.”

“Are you sure, hyung? You seem quite distracted to me.” Namjoon observes, poking his tongue into his cheek. Honestly when did Namjoon get this hot and why was him acting all serious over school work, specifically math, so hot? 

“I’m sure.” He responds but he feels like his lie isn’t convincing. 

“Okay, then how do we solve for a tangent formula? What’s the first step?” 

“Um… uh,” Yoongi stares blankly into the paper as if it will give him answers and Namjoon waits patiently, watching him. 

“Look, hyung I understand you missed a lot of time due to your…” His face turns a slight pinkish color, “anyway, I know you can do this. You’re a hard worker, intelligent, and so damn persistent. College exams are honestly bullshit, so if you end up not doing well, it’s fine because I’ll be there for you how ever long it takes. I’ve seen the way you can spit facts about any damn artifact in this room and that speaks volumes for how beautiful your brain is to me.” 

“Oh… I— thank you, Namjoonie.” Yoongi says, feeling his heart soften as Namjoon nods bashfully and ruffles his head affectionately. The action makes him purr and he doesn’t know how to stop it when Namjoon brings his thumb to his bottom lip pulling on it. 

“Of course, little one.” 

The nickname from that night fizzles through his body sending shock waves from head to toe, making Yoongi swallow around a ball of anticipation. 

He wants so bad. Craves everything from the alpha in front of him. 

- Submit for Alpha - It growls, a force so strong makes his stomach clench with something unfamiliar then—

Their eyes lock into a trance.

Yoongi’s not sure how but he ends up on the floor, spread out, papers flying and pencils falling around them as he’s caged onto the carpet. His heart pounds as he lies helplessly on his back, his hands clutching Namjoon’s sides as the alpha leans down and licks over his lips. 

Yoongi whines, opening his mouth and the other dives in, pulling him into a deep kiss. They both sigh as if they had been waiting for this moment, hands scrabbling for any sign of closure. Yoongi wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him like he can’t breathe. He kisses him until he’s panting and surrounded by honeysuckle. 

Namjoon huffs out seemingly frustrated as his nose bumps into his scent gland making Yoongi arch and moan out loud. 

The alpha above him growls and suckles onto the spot, the action making their hips collide in a tandem rhythm.

”Namjoon, oh my god—“ Yoongi breathes out, clutching his head as he kisses down his neck, breaching his sweater. 

A fuzz begins to coat his brain, making his thoughts turn mushy.

“Want you to be mine,” Namjoon says into his skin where his teeth bite harshly into his neck making his eyes threaten to roll back into his skull. 

“Yes!” Yoongi cries out then everything goes cold. 

“Fuck!” Namjoon flies back.

“I can’t stop. I’m so fucking sorry, I always ruin everything.” Namjoon curses at hisself out loud and Yoongi shakes his head trying to get his attention again but he pulls away before he can. 

“What?” Yoongi feels panic flare in his system, “No! Please, please?” He whines, high pitched. 

- Need you and only you. -

He watched as the male turned to clean up the mess they made,and takes his seat back on his cushioned pillow. 

“Let’s…” Namjoon meets his eyes before turning away quickly. His breath hitches when he sees how dark and blown wide they are. “Let’s finish up before they get back.” 

“But Al—“

”Don’t!” Namjoon growls out, his voice deepening lower than usual. It makes Yoongi shrink away, a wave of arousal setting in when honeysuckle becomes over powering. “Behave.”

A command that sends him hunching over into hands and knees, panting as his neck burned. He whimpers and presses his lips together tightly. 

“Oh shit, Yoongi— are you okay?” Namjoon grabs him, rubbing his back. But his scent still sours a bit as anger rolls off of him. “I shouldn’t have used my alpha voice, I don’t know why I— you just submit so well to me that I can’t help it.”

And that makes Yoongi’s stomach this time turn in a concerned why as his inner alpha yips triumphantly at receiving it’s discipline. 

Why is his body reacting so strongly to him? 

And why does he want more of it?

His questions get answered as his pants begin to tighten and his hands stay clutched to the front on autopilot to protect his dignity, but Namjoon’s eyes find the action and soon enough like before in the car he’s been exposed. 

“I’ll… I’ll be fine I just…I need a moment.” Yoongi says, his eyes blurry as he removes his arm from Namjoon’s grasp before going to sit up and leave. 

He needs release. 

“Wait, we need to talk. We’ll never get past this if we keep repeating the same shit over and over again.” Namjoon says, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. 

“I can’t…I just need space right now.” 

He’s afraid he’ll pounce on him at any moment. 

“Space?” Namjoon asks perplexed, “You always run away from me… just talk to me.”

“No, this…this isn’t going to work.”

“Says who?” The alpha rasps and it makes the hair on Yoongi’s arms stand up. 

Namjoon stands up, now standing beside Yoongi. “What? I just don’t get it, Yoongi. I know my scent keeps ruining everything but—” 

Yoongi gives him an annoyed look, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He shoves Namjoon who plops down into the couch, a look of pure confusion on his face as he stares up at him. And no matter the position, the older man still feels small under his gaze. 

“Is that what you think?” Yoongi fires back, “Why would that be the problem? I’m the one that can’t keep it in my pants.”

Namjoon disagrees heavily. “Well I’m no better. I took you into my apartment while you were vulnerable and I— I almost…”

No, Yoongi can’t have any of that. “You almost what Namjoon?”

He almost wants the other to admit that he wants him just as badly. Wants to kiss him, fuck him. 

He wants to break this barrier that’s between this. They’re both alphas and he has a condition that doesn’t allow him to scent unless it’s Namjoon, but he doesn’t care anymore. He wants to forget all of that and let it all consume him fully. 

“You may have kissed me now but I did worse to you back then when you weren’t even presented. I’m no good for you. I’m the one who has issues. And despite how it may seem, during my rut I was okay with it. Why is it that you think I wouldn’t trust you?”

Namjoon gives him an exasperated look. “It’s not that, hyung. You were out of it after the moment we had sex. I felt like a creep bringing you in after that.”

And that has Yoongi fighting to stay sane.

”Namjoon, what? I coerced you into—

His hands shake as he tries to control his scent but Yoongi is done with holding back, with hiding himself away from the alpha.  

The younger alpha in question shakes his head, now growing upset.

“No.”

The seriousness in his tone, the way his chest puffs up and his honeysuckle scent fills the room makes Yoongi’s knees weak as he tries to exhale to not drown in it.

”I refuse to let you think you somehow forced yourself onto me like I wasn’t expecting you to–“ Namjoon than pulls Yoongi down to sit beside him and levels him with a look, hands cradling his face so he can’t escape. “You did not make me have sex with just like you don’t believe I took advantage of the situation. We were both vulnerable and consenting adults. Yet I held back so… honestly Yoongi why do you say that?”

He then asks, “Do you believe you’re not worth being wanted?” 

“I…I don’t know.” Yoongi trembles, his eyes glazed over from how close they are to each other. 

Then the older alpha says something that he thought he’d never say. 

Please work, please work. 

“T-Take back your sweater.” 

“Huh?” Namjoon colors despite the way his eyes darken, surprised by his random request. His gaze shoot between Yoongi’s face and his chest where the buttons lie and Yoongi takes the leap and settles into his lap, straddling it.

“Yoongi, what—“

 “Take it off of me, Alpha.” He says because he knows it will work. His body flushes hotter when he feels something hard poking his inner thigh. “Please? For me?” He whispers into his ear, letting his arms drape lightly around his neck. 

He’s so embarrassed, so shameless, but he doesn’t know how else to show him how much he wants and needs. 

“Why?” Namjoon whispers, hesitating, his fingers ghosting near the buttons, skin hot where they graze. 

“I don’t want to argue anymore. You will understand once you do… Please, it’s okay. You have my permission.” 

Yoongi buries his head into the crook of his neck, shy as the other breathes out shakily. 

So, without word he undoes the buttons slowly one by one. Their eyes meet briefly as he lifts his head to watch how his fingers carefully undo each one. Then he finally reaches the last one and it feels incredibly intimate when Yoongi shivers at the cold air that drafts against his exposed skin. Namjoon’s breath hitches once he notices how flushed he is, previously too distracted by Yoongi’s eyes. 

“Wait, is that what I think it is?” 

On his left pectoral, right over his heart reads a quote, decorated with a delicate flower.

The words, “I wish the rain could cry for me, forever rain” 

“When did you get this?” the other almost sounds happy when he asks.

“Yoongi… baby,” the term makes the alpha whimper quietly, “wow… black ink looks so pretty on you.” Namjoon mutters lowly, lightly brushing his fingers over the tattoo. 

“T-Thank you,” he shivers under his touch,”I got it right after that moment we shared 2 years ago in the rain. Don’ know what possessed me… but I felt so shitty for how I made you feel about that kiss we shared. And the one time you just seemed so sad that I just made the appointment right then and there.”

The confession hangs heavy with bated breath, the air sizzled with electricity that neither one of them dares to break. 

”Yoongi that’s…this is permanent.” His plump lips twist in awe, and Namjoon almost tilts forward as if to plant them onto his skin and Yoongi burns with a deep longing need. “Tattoos aren’t something to play around with, I hope you didn’t just get it because of me.”

”Don’t feel so flattered, I took time to choose how I wanted it and where.” Yoongi says, a faint smile showing on his face.

“There’s also one more thing that I need time to clear up before I fuck this up again.” Yoongi closes his eyes before letting the words tumble out.

“All those years back when I kissed you. I did,” he confesses, heart racing, “I wanted to kiss you back then— so badly and I—I still want to kiss you now.”

His cheeks color red.

Namjoon perks up at that and his eyes look so fond that he almost gives in immediately. 

“I want to kiss you too.” He admits, voice low. Namjoon’s eyes seem hesitant as his scent turns a sour, rottenness again. 

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, a tenderness like no other coating his tone as he tried to tone down his scent.

Yoongi shakes his head, rearing back as a warm hand caresses his lower back. Then honey comes flooding back stronger.

Namjoon then speaks.

“I’ve known you for years and it’s taken me so long to tell you this. I felt so…so inadequate as an alpha because I wanted to be your alpha.”

Their lips graze past each other slowly and Yoongi feels a zap of desire to close the distance and lose himself all over again to passion. 

“I am yours.” He says without missing a beat. 

And that makes Namjoon’s eyes flash red. 

“And I’m yours,” he says pecking his lips quickly, “I didn’t know how you would react. But I’m—“ he breathes out a shaky breath.

“I’m an Enigma, hyung.” 

Chapter Text

An Engima.

The words ring soundly in Yoongi’s head and he doesn’t know what to make of what Namjoon has told him or how he should react. 

First he feels confused, confusion pounding at the front of his brain, gnawing at it like an open wound the more he tried to piece together the sentence.

An Engima — a wolf that was above ever subspecies, the ultimate pack leader of packs. It must have been since Namjoon presented 4 years ago. The engima in question tells him how he kept it hidden for years, scared of how others could react, constantly on edge, his scent suppressed by a hormonal drug that he was given right away. 

Namjoon twiddles his fingers tightly in his own lap, now sitting on the other side of the couch for space, for breathing room. His honeysuckle scent sours to a rotten tone, just enough the it almost makes Yoongi sick. The more he speaks the more Yoongi has to hold back reaching out to him, to comfort him. His own wolf whines on the inside, begging him to comfort his future mate. 

Our mate needs us. 

It’s latched onto the engima and refuses to allow itself to subject to instinct that screams at him to back away from such a superior wolf. It’s weird, it’s like a switch has flipped inside Yoongi now that he knows just why he was so intoxicated by Namjoon’s scent. 

“I didn’t stay on hormonal blockers for long, only about 6 months after I…I sort of fell into a depression.” Namjoon’s lips curl downward in disdain, his expression pinched and stressed. “I didn’t know it was a side effect at the time but I felt so out of it most of the time. Always foggy brained, low energy and one day I even growled at someone for touching me during a tutoring session after they tapped my shoulder.”

Yoongi swallowed around a lump forming in his throat, imagining the intense way Namjoon’s scent could fill up a space so sharply that it would make anyone choke on the strength of it.

”I hadn’t meant to but I was sensitive to everything.” Namjoon explains, slightly panicked waving his hands absentmindedly.

“I hated myself for it but I had no choice when the parents demanded they take me off it of after my teachers complained on the safety of my own classmates - like I was— was a danger to other wolves.” The gleam in the younger male’s eyes makes his heart ache. Yoongi so badly wants to go back to how they were earlier, but he knows Namjoon needs space. 

The elder wanted to interrupt, to ask why he had never spoken to him about it. To learn why they had never learned much of each other besides what was on the surface.

It made sense now that Namjoon was telling him, but he felt hurt. Hurt that the enigma hadn’t felt he was someone he could come to to talk about his problems with. 

Namjoon exhaled roughly, running a hand down his face looking anywhere but him. The mood from early had dissipated, fizzled out into a thin tight string. Like any thing could snap and make it break from the tension alone.

”I didn’t mean to cut you off for all those months, hyung. It must have been confusing when I asked you to meet up again.” 

Yoongi smiled a little at that, remembering the sheer shock and relief he felt when he received a random message from Namjoon right at the start of the year. 

“It’s okay. I understand, it must have been difficult for you.”

Despite the stubborn part of Yoongi that wants to question Namjoon about everything, even the part when Namjoon didn’t help him during his rut— the irrational part of his brain wanting to nick pick at his own insecurities. But as the enigma releases calming pheromones as Yoongi’s anxiety begins to build he sighs. 

And he doesn’t see it coming, but Yoongi’s inner wolf bends so willingly to Namjoon’s honeysuckle scent that he doesn’t realize the droop in his eyes or the way he sags into the couch.

He faintly feels a hand brush his face, and whisper of something along the lines of, “I need to go finish up some work. I’ll be back soon.” Before all consciousness leaves him.

Hands cradle Yoongi’s waist as he rocks his hips into tight circles. Lips tease his nipples and circle around them making his back arch into a bow.

Yoongi can’t help as he throws his head back, sweat beading at his temple as heat engulfs his whole being. 

Something trickles down below where something much larger fills him up and makes him whimper. 

Honeysuckle and cherry mixed together is all he smells. It makes his mouth water. 

Alpha…

Alpha?…

Engima—

Hours pass before Yoongi startles awake, his body warm, too warm. His hands curl into the blanket that’s draped over him and he realized why he woke in a rush. 

The blanket is drenched in honeysuckle. 

Whining before he can stop it from tumbling out, he brings it up to his nose to inhale it. His eyes almost roll back with how deep rooted the scent is— exactly how it is when Namjoon lets his guard down and fills the room with honeycomb.

Yoongi swallows, throat dry all of a sudden and he realizes that he’s sweating. He doesn’t think much of it, imagining that the blankets are making him too hot. He checks his phone and it’s now 45 degrees outside and much darker than when he arrived. 

Namjoon is no where to be found.

While Yoongi would normally leave, he doesn’t have the energy to walk home so last since Taehyung ditched him here. In fact, neither him or Jimin have came back since apparently Yoongi had fallen asleep. 

The alpha sighs heavily, wobbling onto his feet and feels a wave of dizziness hit him. He almost sways under the pressure but he grunts and nearly trips trying to walk to the kitchen where he downs a bottle of water in seconds. Groaning, Yoongi licks at his lips and opens the fridge incredibly hungry. This being the second time he’s stayed at Namjoon’s apartment complex, but he doubts with how acquainted he became with the engima’s bed before, he’s allowed a sleep over. 

Finding a tuna mayo kimbap to his luck and taking a large bite into it, Yoongi shoots Taehyung a text letting the beta know he will stay the night. 

Of course, the beta sends a wink face with the message ‘don’t worry about it, hyung, I’m 100000% sure Namjoon won’t mind ;)’

Yoongi rolls his eyes at the amount of zeros and shuts his phone off and tosses it onto the counter.

He huffs leaning onto the counter, his body aching with something he can’t quite pinpoint. The ache grinds at his muscles making him feel fatigue yet restless at the same time. 

Something definitely isn’t right. 

The alpha hopes that whatever it is, he won’t be coming down with a cold. Or worse, Namjoon’s scent is starting to affect him in a negative way. But that can’t be right. Yoongi may still have some small reactions to souring scents, but otherwise, he doesn’t think he has anything to be worried about. 

Regardless, the worry proves to drive him mad as he idles by down the hallway where he enters Namjoon’s closet to pick an oversized black tee and sweats. They’re some of his softest casual wear and he doesn’t know why but this feels like the best way. The alpha then goes to set his clothes on the bed before going to shower but frowns when he sees how neat the bedding is. 

Depite Namjoon being clumsy most of the time, he’s surprisingly neat and makes up his bed every morning from what Yoongi had heard. And the tidiness of the covering makes something in the alphas head itch uncomfortably. So, the alpha moves almost on instinct and removes all of the bedding entirely, starting from scratch.

He rests his hands on his hips, tilting his head to figure out just what the hell he’s doing dismantling Namjoon’s bed. But he can’t think about why, because he needs to fix something now or he’ll go insane.

The itch in his brain powers him through for the next hour as he rearranges pillows here and there and covers and blankets from the linen closet that strike his fancy. All the ones he chooses are extremely fuzzy to the touch and make Yoongi’s inner wolf purr and roll over with glee. Finally, he pants out a sigh of relief when he moves the last pillow into place and observes his work. 

Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long when he huffs ruffling his long black hair in a fit. He mumbles to himself, blinking unhappily at the display and purses his lips trying to figure just what is missing. 

Then Yoongi sees one of Namjoon’s Ryan merch shirts lying on his desk chair and preens when he snatches it up immediately inhaling the rich honeysuckle that wafts from it. 

Yes, this is it. 

Yoongi places it right at the head of the bed where the pillows are mostly cushioned, cocooning the outer perimeters where nothing can be disrupted from the outside. He thinks it’ll be perfect once he showers. So, finally feeling better besides the dull headache that pings at the front of his skull - Yoongi enters the bathroom and strips from his clothing.

The evening moseys on until it becomes alarming dark outside once Yoongi excites his shower. He catches sight of himself in the mirror and freezes when he notices just how red in the face he is. His cheeks are red and flushed like he’s coming down with a mild fever. In fact, his skin is hot to the touch unlike the slight warmth that radiated from it earlier.

Anxiety spikes in his scent making him feel ill and he shutters from the heat of his clothes making sweat begin to stick more to his skin.

Maybe a hot shower wasn’t the best idea.

Shaking his head, Yoongi texts Namjoon to ask where he is and doesn’t get a response. The unanswered message makes Yoongi bite at his lip and he crawls onto the bed to curl up into the middle of his makeshift cocoon. 

A wave of relief washes over him for a moment and he buries his nose into the Ryan shirt once he sees it just where he left it. The cocooned blankets and pillows work well in calming Yoongi down but he can’t help but gasp knowing he’s missing something or someone. 

Luckily, a call comes in on his phone and Yoongi sighs out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

“Namjoon! God, I thought you forgot about me in your own damn house. Where have you been?” His voice serves to be more raspy than intended.

”Yeah, uh— sorry about that hyung. I got carried away with getting some supplies from the store.” Something rummages in the back, making Namjoon sound far away and muffled. “I went and got us a bunch of notecards, highlighters, pens— the rainbow kind that I know you like. And some dak-galbi.”

”Oh? How thoughtful of you, baby.” 

Yoongi flushes hotly once he realizes his slip up, seemingly forgetting that he was supposed to pretend like earlier didn’t happen. Like he didn’t just confess his feelings for Namjoon and find out that he was an Engima.

A total slip up. 

He hears a hitch of breath and a plethora of multiple things hitting the floor at once making him burst out into laughter imagining a panicked Namjoon in the middle of a parking lot. 

“Shit. All of your rainbow pens just fell out of the passenger seat into the ground.” Namjoon groans at the alpha’s cackling laughter. “Who the fuck even opens a box of pens to steal anyway? What a mess.” 

Yoongi curls up into the Ryan shirt clutching it to his chest and presses the phone to his ear fondly. 

“Not sure, but I’d probably steal the blue one just so I could draw two plus two equals five on your forehead because I know you hate illogical math memes.” Yoongi hears the engima make an intangible sound, further proving his point. 

“I would hate you for that. You’re my math student not my delinquent.” He pauses before asking, “And did I hear that right or did you call me baby?” 

Yoongi almost imagines he can hear a smile in his voice. 

He stares at the ceiling, feeling his inner wolf scratching for approval. “Is that okay with you?” Yoongi fiddled with the hem of Namjoon’s tee, hearing the younger man shut his car door and turn on the ignition. 

“You know after what happened earlier— I just,” Yoongi sucks in a sharp breath, trying not to overreact. “I said a lot and I know the tattoo is kind of taboo. But—“

”You’re my mate, Yoongi.” Namjoon cuts him off, shutting all his fears away. “Whether we’re together right now, my wolf sees you as its mate. So… if you’re willing to let me help you pass your final exam and then let me take you out on a date after I hope you’ll still feel the same way.” 

The engima sounds nervous but there is a sense of confidence that he’s making the right decision by making the move, taking the step further. And the act of forwardness is exactly what scratches the itch in Yoongi’s mind and soothes his wolf for the time being. 

“Yes, absolutely. I would love that. I want you so much.” 

The confession is yet another display of how much Yoongi had been holding back for the last few years they’ve know each other. He’s waited so long to say those words. To admit that his alpha wants Namjoon. It was always Namjoon. 

“That makes me so happy, you have no idea Min Yoongi. Besides I called you that first, so we’re even now.” Yoongi hears a the clicking of the turn signal in the background.

It’s oddly calming.

“I’m just glad you didn’t reject me once you found out.” The way Namjoon says it so soundly as if he had been holding in a breath, trying to keep this side of himself tucked away breaks Yoongi’s heart into pieces. 

“Of course not. I’ve been into you ever since I saw you in those obnoxiously bright pink pants years ago.” The alpha is exposing himself more this time but he wants Namjoon to know that he’s really in this for the long haul because those pants were truly horrendous. 

Namjoon cackles loudly, “Alright, I loved those pants. Cringe or not, I would wear them again because apparently Jimin says they made my ass pop. Whatever he says, I believe it.” 

Yoongi sits up in his little cocoon and feels his cheek as he blushes. Luckily, his body temperature isn’t as hot anymore, having simmered down to a low warmth. Maybe it really was just cold symptoms. Either way, Yoongi will surely take some NyQuil to wash away the remaining symptoms. 

“I’m sure everyone else in our homely friend group would agree. You know pack don’t lie.”

Yoongi will not admit that he specifically hated those pants not entirely because of their sheer color brightness but because they did sculpt Namjoon’s ass back then. Now, he’s sure they would be bursting at the seams with how thick the Engima has gotten. 

“Pack don’t lie, indeed.” The engima breathes out. “Well, I’ll be home in a bit. Traffic is a little annoying but how about you see what team is playing together and we’ll watch that while we eat?” 

Home. 

Their home, his inner alpha rushed to purr as he snuggled deeper into the canopy of pillows, blanket, and clothes. 

The offer makes Yoongi smile a little dumbly, wide and strong as he nods. “Yeah, sure. I’ll check it now. See you till then.” 

Namjoon usually isn’t into sports that much unless it’s the Olympics or Ninja Warrior which in fact isn’t sports, but Yoongi recalls the engima claiming that he would train for it one day. The alpha thinks he could enter now with the body he’s trained and cultivated up to now. 

“See you soon, little one.” Yoongi gasps at the pet name and then the line cuts.

The engima hadn’t used that pet name since Yoongi spent his rut in his home. The alpha vaguely remembers how hysterical he was during that time, brain foggy with rut pheromones, yet he didn’t forgot how tenderly the other man treated him. 

He also doesn’t forget how spicy their sex in the car was before he essentially blacked out before his rut hit full forced. The memory strikes him in that moment and heat shoots down his body when he remembers how intensely Namjoon looked at him. How strongly the car smelled on honeysuckle, a muskier, deeper tone taking up the space. 

How quickly Yoongi fell into a float like space, all fuzzy brained and docile when Namjoon so much as blinked at him. 

It even becomes apparent now just how deeply Yoongi had always been affected by Namjoon. The entranced way he bowed to his every whim. And not in the form of he didn’t have a say in his own actions— rather Namjoon could simply ask him to do a task and he would. 

No arguments necessary. 

Something inside him - his inner alpha nipping at his future mate to claim him was strong. 

Eventually, Yoongi’s fuzzy brain doesn’t register how he forgets to turn in the tv and the alpha curls into his makeshift cocoon of blankets once again. The itch under his skin is temporarily soothed once everything soft material is bracketing him - the scent of honeysuckle and cherry blossoms mixing into a delicious almost dessert like aroma. 

Sighing with his skin warm to the touch, empty belly grumbling and nerves settled with Namjoon’s last whispering goodbyes - Yoongi lets his eyes fall shut into a dreamless slumber. 

{-}

Honey.

A tasty trap for an unknowing animal, ready to pounce and devour waved itself in front of the alpha’s awaiting lips. He burrows into the intoxicating pheromones and feels his pants tighten, his skin lick flamed with a heat he can’t place. Yoongi groans, rutting into the bedding, overwhelmed with the sensation to get rid of the ache he feels in his cock and somewhere deeper…

Yoongi opens his eyes and blinks at the darkness that surrounds him. It was now nighttime, the nightlight the only thing aiding his vision as he sits up panting. 

He whines when he sees himself naked from the waist down, his oversized shirt covering the obvious tent below. 

Hissing, Yoongi doesn’t think twice before he pulls away his shirt and takes hold of his aching cock. His long fingers squeeze around it and he can’t help but fall down on one elbow and let the pleasure consume him. His cock sits red and glistens engorged as he groans the more precome falls from it as his hand picks up speed. 

Soon enough he comes, spilling white onto his belly, the orgasm hitting him much quicker than it usually would.

But it isn’t enough and he doesn’t go soft.

Exhaling a frustrated groan, Yoongi removes his shirt, rolls over into his stomach. A wave of deeper honeycomb hits his sensitive nose, and he doesn’t wait to wonder what’s happening as he gets onto his knees, legs spread and reaches behind himself.

Fingers meet wetness and Yoongi shutters when the first two slip inside without resistance. He pumps them in roughly, not caring if he will hurt himself because the ache is so strong in the pit of his belly. The need hits him so hard that once the tips of his fingers graze his prostrate, a wave of slick drips down his hand. 

The alpha barely registers the shuffling in the kitchen nor the scent of dak-galbi in the air as he whimpers into Namjoon’s shirt that he all but nuzzles his face into. 

A squelch makes a quiet room appear loud when Yoongi feels tears of relief fall down his face once he can fit a third finger in comfortably. His legs fall wider and he’s pumping them in so fast he doesn’t care about the ache in his wrist. His knot barely forms where it hangs heavy at the base of his cock and he reaches down to play with it.

“Oh!” Yoongi’s brows furrow as he works around the knot that begs for attention. “Please, please, please—“ 

Yoongi can barely see with the low lighting how his cock weeps profusely onto the bedding. It almost makes him angry when he realizes how he’s carelessly ruining his nest— but that doesn’t matter.

Not when he’s so hard and aching for something bigger. 

“Fuck…” Yoongi drools on the shirt and pushes a fourth finger inside and his vision immediately wavers when he feels the familiar clench of his hole greedily sucking in the intrusion. 

He spread his fingers inside and nearly loses all balance once he pressed against his prostate. Eventually, his slick flows so much that he’s able to fuck himself freely. Yoongi doesn’t slow down when he hears footsteps approaching the room. 

And the alpha doesn’t stop either when he teases the head of his cock the same time as he abuses his sweet spot and leaks slick all over his thighs and hand once he comes.

The door is already open by the time Yoongi has pulled away his fingers and shoved them into his mouth to taste himself.

Immediately a growl so loud and primal shakes the little alpha in the bed and he all but collapses onto sheets, exhausted from the force of it. 

Not a single word is said as Yoongi tries to call for his enigma, his wolf fighting him to present again. 

But it doesn’t matter, because Namjoon lifts him back up onto his knees and slaps his ass making the alpha yelp. 

“Please Enigma! Hurts so bad!”  

The poor alpha cries, tears streaming down his face, his cock still half-hard and his ass dripping. 

The younger male grunts and mounts him, a sound of shuffling clothes hitting the floor until all Yoongi feels is heat bracketing his back. A hand curls into his dark locks and he whimpers when the Engima bites the nape of his neck to silence him.

”I got you, Alpha.” He whispers, the feel of his presence acting as a protection within the nest. “Let Engima take care of you.”

The alpha lets go willingly and falls pliant under the calming pheromones that enter his senses. Soon, warm hands wrap around his waist and something much bigger rubs between his cheeks. 

“So wet,” Namjoon grunts, rutting between his cheeks that glisten in the yellow night light glow. “Prepared yourself for me?”

Yoongi nods his head quickly and grips the sheets tightly once he feels a bulbous head press against his entrance. 

“Tell me to stop any time, little one. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Is all Yoongi hears as Namjoon presses inside slowly. His eyes roll back and the air gets punched out of him as his hole readily sucks in the enigma’s large cock, fitting around it as it carved a new home there.

Yoongi can’t help the way his body twitches once the engima is all the way in. His tongue lolls out and he cries when Namjoon pulls all the way out to push back in. It’s slow, yet determined thrusts as he gives Yoongi time to adjust.

But Yoongi doesn’t want to adjust. The ache in his belly has started to burn even more now that his mate has come to take care of him. The alpha doesn’t think straight when he swivel’s his hips back against Namjoon’s thrusts making him groan from above him.

”You want it harder, alpha?”

”Yes, fuck—“ The moan turns into an elongated scream when the engima pounds into him. His balls slam against his taint and he keens once his cock brushes against those bundle of nerves.

”Ah, Engima— n-need—“

”I know, baby.” Namjoon shushes, rubbing a soothing hand on his lower back while he slams into him. The constant leaves the alpha whimpering, making Yoongi arch and grab at the shirt, stuffing his face into it. He bites it, ripping hole into it as a need to sooth his aches canines overcomes him.

”Need something for your mouth too little one?”

A sound of agreement falls from the alpha and Namjoon’s hums approvingly as he feeds his fingers to the whining alpha and presses them in. They hit the back of his throat and Yoongi chokes on them as his hole leaks more.

”You were so fucking gone when I got here I had to hold everything in me not to fuck you right there while you were asleep.” The engima confesses, stuttering in his movements. 

It felt nice to know that Namjoon was just as desperate of Yoongi was and could feel the tension between them snapping from the pressure of it.

Yoongi moaned, nodding his head and turning to try to catch the engima’s eyes. Finding that to be impossible, he pulls Namjoon’s fingers from his mouth and slurps around them before saying, “I…I want you always. Enigma can f-fuck me anytime.” 

Namjoon’s lets out a guttural moan, clutching his waist tighter creating imprints. Surely his eyes have turned an obsidian black by now. 

“Yeah?”

Namjoon pushes deeper to grind into him, making the alpha tremble and shake. “My cock isn’t enough that you need it everyday now that you’ve had a taste of it?” 

The younger male makes a show for pulling out and pushes three fingers in instead. The alpha whines, disappointed at the change but doesn’t complain as the engima’s works his fingers in quickly. The slick slushes so much that the sound makes Yoongi blush a deep red. He shoves his face into the shirt that’s now covered in drool and tears and whines as those graceful fingers rub at his walls. 

“H-Haven’t tasted it yet…” Yoongi whimpers, wiggling his hips. “Your cock… not yet.” 

Namjoon moans, pulling his fingers out just to spread Yoongi wide and watch it gape. 

“You wanna taste it now?” 

There’s no need for thought as Yoongi scrambles  turning around, his eyes wet as he’s dragged to the edge of the bed by strong hands. 

The engima’s scent has engulfed the entire room now and he almost can’t even smell himself now. But the honey and cherries is ever potent now, swirling and mixing. Namjoon turns him around so that Yoongi can lay on his back and angle his head slightly off the bed. 

“Open that pretty mouth wide for me alpha.” The engima commands, his voice rumbling in a quiet purr as the alpha obediently drops it open as he feeds his cock to him.

The heady taste of the engima’s cock is instant and the more it fills his mouth, Yoongi enters a place of silence in his head as his jaw relaxes around it. 

He chokes slightly but that doesn’t stop the man above him from pulling back and shoving it in again. Namjoon takes hold of his jaw and fucks back in with purpose. The alpha tenses as each thrust meets the back of his throat, but he doesn’t feel the need to stop. 

He loves it so much. So much so that he reaches up to tweak his nipples, moaning around him. The action makes Namjoon’s thighs tense around his head and Yoongi whines feeling his orgasm climb higher the more he tugs harder at his own nubs. 

Namjoon soon gives him time to breathe annd pulls out, watching as Yoongi twirls his nipples harshly into his fingers. Moans fly from Yoongi’s mouth realizing that the engima is observing him as he pleasures himself and he lets his right hand trail down to his neglected cock giving it a tug. 

“Gonna come without my cock?” 

The alpha freezes and pants before blinking at an upside down Namjoon staring intensely at him. The alpha shakes his head ready to beg for his dick again, but then Namjoon is cradling his jaw with one hand and holding his cock with the other silencing him.

“No? Such a good alpha you?”

Yoongi can hear the dimpled smile from his tone and it makes him blush. 

“I am…” He whimpered, voice croaking.

“Well, since you’re so honest I want you do to something for me. Come for me right now and I’ll reward you.” 

It almost felt like too much. 

Yoongi was hurting so much and he didn’t know what was going on with him, yet he wanted to please the enigma so badly. 

“B-But—“

”Do it, alpha. Play with yourself.”

There was no room for argument, so Yoongi took his cock in his hand and pleasured himself until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. The way his mate watched him was enough to bring him closer to edge far quicker and soon he gasped and came all over his head.

But he didn’t feel satisfied with that. 

A cry came out, unfiltered and raw and the alpha almost curled into himself, thinking he had been neglected, but the engima wasn’t having any of it.

The older man was positioned back onto his back, where Namjoon’s ruined shirt was so he could bury his nose into it again. A steady hand ran through his hair gently removing any stray strands from his forehead so that a kiss could be placed there. 

“Don’t cry, sweet alpha.” Namjoon crooned, nuzzling his scent gland. The action was instant and the alpha calmed at the touch of his lips. “You did so good but it still hurts right?”

Yoongi nodded, wiping at the tears that refused to stop falling down his face. 

“Okay, that’s alright. You’ve earned your reward, little one.” 

The alpha almost asked what that was but the engima readied him by spreading his thighs and crawling down past his cock to ghost his lips over his hole. 

“Oh— engima what— ah!” 

Yoongi flailed his arms as heat engulfed his hole and a loud sucking sound echoed the dark room. Lips slurped the slick from his hole and Yoongi arched into it, his thigh shaking as Namjoon held him down.

”F-Feel so good, ah!” Yoongi’s whimpered as the engima hummed and pushed his tongue inside before wiggling it around. 

A silent scream rippled from Yoongi turning into a groan as his hands fly down to curl into Namjoon’s hair. 

“Yes! Oh more, more!” 

The engima moaned eating Yoongi out like he needed air to breathe. He slurped, licked, and fucked him tongue into his hole, loving the way the alpha was so loose from his cock. 

Grunting, Namjoon pushed Yoongi’s legs up before pressing them against his chest. “Like this, alpha? Want it deep in your hole?” 

The engima rasped before pressing his tongue inside as far as it would go, curling it against his walls. The alpha thrashed, feeling a pull from his belly. The pressure was so intense he thought he might have had a full bladder and needed to pee, but no— Yoongi whimpered trying to close his thighs shut.

Namjoon was stronger than him and pulled his legs wider before hooking his thumbs and pulling his hole open to flick his tongue inside teasingly. 

“Stay still little one. I can feel how turned on you are, it makes me go crazy.” He growled out, licking some of the cherry substance off his lips. “You taste exactly like fucking cherries and apples—“

Namjoon’s eyes threatened to roll back as he dived in again, and the visual alone was enough to push Yoongi over the edge. 

“Gonna— fuck I m-might—“ Yoongi wasn’t sure what, but the rush from his lower belly to his hole was both terrifying and reliving as a wave of fluid rushed out of him. 

Yoongi twitched, whining as he held tightly to both Namjoon’s head and forearms, trembling as slick shot out of him. The engima huffed waving his tongue for more and like clock work, Yoongi came on his stomach and slicked all over Namjoon’s face. 

“Yeah… I need more, fuck, hold them.” 

Namjoon growled as the alpha trembled, holding his thighs wider for the engima to shove his cock back in. It entered easily and soon the engima was fucking him to hard and fast that Yoongi couldn’t keep up. 

He screamed, feeling the rush from before deep inside him once more and squirted again this time around the engima’s cock. 

They both groaned, the waves comes out the more Namjoon’s cock entered him, shoving out more slick as an outline appeared against Yoongi’s stomach. Namjoon leaned down, caging Yoongi before groaning out a couple of incoherent curses. 

“I’m gonna knot you, baby.” He rasped out, completely concentrated on abusing the alpha’s sweet spot. Yoongi whined, slurring nothing as he held onto the engima’s shoulders. Then Namjoon held his neck and pulled him for a kiss, letting Yoongi taste himself on his tongue. 

The alpha melted into the bedding despite getting pounded into and licked back with the same ferocity as the enigma, tugging his hair with desperation. 

Eventually, the engima tensed, panting out harshly against his lips as sweat dripped from his brow. The base of his cock grew bigger and tighter trapping itself inside Yoongi’s entrance. The alpha cried out, another orgasm hitting him unexpectedly, leaving little for his softening cock as he scratched at the younger man’s back resisting the urge to bite into his neck. The force of it left a tiny bit of pain that shot up his spine, but finally, Yoongi’s wolf was soothed.

The alpha’s scent must have shifted enough that the engima realized the shift, shaking and coming as the alpha squeezed around him. Namjoon’s eyes cleared, a look of concern across his face as he kissed his cheeks.

“It’s okay… please stay.” Yoongi begged, wrapping his legs around the man so he wouldn’t be able to pull out as waves of come shot inside him and they locked together.

Namjoon moaned, shaking as more come started to seep from where they were connected and nodded trying his best to position them on their sides. 

The alpha’s vision wavered as a wave of exhaustion hit him. He could feel arms wrap around him, keeping him warm and cozy as his eyes fluttered shut. The engima scented him aggressively, his possessive coming to the forefront at having the alpha vulnerable and bare for him. 

Yoongi’s eyes opened for a brief moment, his hands holding Namjoon’s tightly, a shot of anxiety settling in. “Please don’t go… when it goes down.” 

The younger man let out a whine of his own and shook his head. “Never. Not leaving you alone like that again. I wish I had known you were entering a false heat. I’m sorry—“

”No apologizing… please Joonie.” Yoongi’s voice was wrecked and he was struggling to stay present and awake. The aftermath of his fake heat making him shiver, now feeling the draft on the A/C. He must have been hotter than he realized and turned down the conditioning to soothe his aching body. 

Pulling up the blankets as much as he could, ignoring the stain that was starting to seep there, Namjoon kissed the nape of his neck. 

“Sleep, baby. You’ve made such a pretty nest, why don’t you rest?” The rumble radiating from Yoongi’s back was like a calming vibration, enough to help him relax and finally shut his eyes. 

Hours turn to days and the two wolves enjoy their new relationship, going on dates and hanging out as much as possible. 

Once the heat symptoms are completely gone and Yoongi doesn’t feel like he got ran over by a truck, he allows himself to now panic over his final exam that is tomorrow. Fortunately for him, the engima doesn’t let him panic for long and tutors him every chance he gets.

Even when Yoongi is showering and shampooing his hair, the younger man slides his hands down his back, teasing his hands between his cheeks and the alpha gasps letting him slid his thumb over his hole. 

Yoongi promptly pretends like he doesn’t feel it and tilts his head under the spray of the hot water. When he shuffles, Namjoon follows him and his thumb has a mind of its own as he swipes arcoss the tiny bit of slick that starts to build there.

Of course, the alpha can’t resist any longer and lets the engima press the tip in, a shiver running down his back.

”If you’re going to do it, do it.” 

Namjoon chuckles, wiggling his ass playfully before leaning in and ghosting his lips on the shell of his ear. 

“But you never told me how review day went, hyung. I’m not sure you deserve more.”

The older man shoots him a glare, completely exasperated at the look of amusement on the engima’s face. 

“You little—“ 

He presses a finger into him, quickly entering him until it meets a hilt. A surprised moan climbs from Yoongi’s throat and he rests his forehead against the shower wall for leverage. 

“Namjoon, what— oh my god you’re so…” He pants, not able to get his words out as the finger pumps into him.

”Did you ask all your questions that I told you to write down for Professor Lee?” The engima presses against him, trapping him against the wall as he pulls his finger out to taste it. “Or did you forget?” 

Namjoon completely throws him for a loop, humming around his finger, sucking it until he cleaned it off. 

“I-I didn’t forget— shit,” Yoongi breathes out watching his boyfriend lick off his slick. It’ll never not be hot when he does that. “You think I got shy again? No, I asked all my questions and I answered some of the ones off the board. Scored a 95 on the study guide.” 

Yoongi forget to mention how he didn’t even feel sickly once the slew of scents hit him when he entered on campus. He was surely shocked beyond belief, his scent blockers on hand but never opened. 

For once in his life, Yoongi felt normal. 

The younger man smiles widely and hugs the smaller male, ignoring the way the water begins to turn cold making their skin prune. 

“Joon, it’s fucking cold!” 

“Oh, I’m so proud of you! I knew you had it in you. I’m sure you’ll pass with flying colors!” Namjoon rocks them side to side and the alpha swears he almost slips from the force of it, groaning at the cold water hitting him.

”Alright, thanks baby, but can we please get out of here?” 

Namjoon pulls him in for a kiss and all his goosebumps from the cold melt away and down the drain. It’s the engima that creates warmth in his heart, that makes it race in his chest. He never thought he would be kissing Namjoon, his a valued friend and now boyfriend under shower spray. 

There was no other high like this one, not only the intoxicating scent of honeysuckle curing his wonky senses, but the love of a mate ground him.