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“My darling, remember that this will only be until you present, and then you will be placed in your tailored role. It’s a government ordinance that we all must obey. You’re so very brave.” Jungkook’s mom soothes him over with a kiss to the crown of his head.

He bows down to receive her affection, always thankful for everything she’s done for him as a single parent. At fourteen he understands how hard it is for an omega mother to let her child go, but just as she had to, Jungkook must submit to the government mandate as is his duty.

They’ve arrived at the city’s bus station, tickets printed on their wrists as they prepare to make their way to the facility known as The Genesis Project. Jungkook had learned about the reasons for the program and how alpha used to fight against alpha to the death many years ago. Most of these wars were over land and territories, but the aftermath barely left any alphas alive. Their population dropped drastically, initiating the downfall of their society and the threat of extinction.

Thankfully, Kai Lee, a scientific leader in genetics and breeding, figured out a way to reverse this, using his more civilized beta brain to create a program that aided in the successful breeding between the remaining alphas with willing omegas. The plan promised financial compensation to these omegas, which the government followed through with.

When first initiated, everyone considered the program radical and outrageous. They questioned the way it worked, and criticized its design to repopulate alphas in order to preserve what was lost so long ago after the wars.

But everyone stopped asking questions when somehow he was successful in evening out the numbers, for a while. But time was of the essence, and when the percentage of alphas continued to remain way below that of omegas, a protocol had to be instilled, therefore The Genesis Project was born.

Jungkook knows he must go as well, so he puts on a brave face and walks onto the bus, sitting next to his mother and taking in her sweet lavender scent.

There are many paths his life can take, but Jungkook must enter the program and wait until the age of sixteen to see whether or not he’ll be an alpha, beta or omega. Once he presents he will immediately be placed into a government program tailored role. Usually alphas are trained for combat or leadership roles, with the option of choosing to be placed in a breeding program.

If he presents as an omega, he will be directed into breeding and domestic roles. All of which are optional. But of course, those that choose breeding automatically get government rewards that benefit them greatly.

If he’s a beta, he will continue on with his normal life as if nothing happened, more than likely involved in intellectual careers or scientific endeavors.

In the meanwhile, he must endure two years of government intervention to ensure he is up to the standard when the time comes. In the time he spends at Genesis, the government will closely monitor signs for what his sub gender could be. They will wait for this process to occur naturally as they do not want to intervene with the wolf’s emergence as it could greatly impact their psychological and physical development. It is of utmost importance that everyone fulfill their natural role in order to determine how each individual will be utilized in society. That is why they use none of the medical and scientific options available to get this information beforehand as it would be highly immoral to expose children to such things.

Jungkook really hopes he’s a beta. He’s heard strange stories whispered by other kids at school about distant cousins that presented as alphas and omegas but never made it home. It’s something he’s unsure about and probably thinks they’re just making up lies to scare other children, but it’s still strange. He’s sure they may have been placed in their tailored role after they completed their program, but Jungkook isn’t immune to the scary stories, even at his age.

This is his first year ever entering the program so he’ll just have to see for himself. In a way he’s looking forward to it, wondering if he’ll make any new friends. He also wants to make his mother proud. It’s crucial he follows protocol just like every other wolf in their society.

“It’ll be just like a camp getaway. You’ll be able to write to me and everything. I’ll come visit you monthly.” His mother’s voice brings him back as she taps the tip of his nose to calm him down. He snuggles in further against her sleeve, unbothered by how it must look at his age, but he doesn’t care. He will miss her greatly.

Smiling, he takes in these last moments with her. Although every other child on the bus with them is probably feeling the same way as him, he focuses on his own emotions, telling himself it will all be fine. He can do this. He has no other choice.

He’s been at the facility for a month now and no one talks to him. Jungkook won’t be delusional and say it’s because the other children are inconsiderate because he knows it’s his own fault. He’s been shy since the moment he set foot in his housing, being away from his mother and everything he knows affecting him more than he’d like to admit.

The bravery he promised to uphold is slowly slipping away and he doesn’t know how he’ll manage two entire years!

Dinner time is upon him again, something he dreads. For the past four weeks he’s managed to eat alone at an empty table in the back of the cafeteria, sometimes under a tree when they’re allowed to eat outdoors, but today he has no such luck. For some reason all the children are in the cafeteria for lunch, something about mandatory health check ups shifting the schedules around.

There is not a single table that is empty, all stuffed to the brim with rowdy boys and girls that Jungkook knows and others he doesn’t. He holds his tray tighter in his hands and shuffles around kids that have somehow made a home in the aisles and he almost trips over another group who are sprawled across the sides near the walls as they eat their food and read books.

Jungkook is well aware that a library exists, and he should probably get his own books to circumvent his boredom, but that requires leaving his room and he isn't ready for that. It’s bad enough he has to talk to some of the boys in his unit.

And right now he’s incredibly upset that he has to be around so many children when all he wants to do is sit quietly and eat his lunch. He continues to search, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people in one room. He’s never seen so many of them congregated in one place. It’s crazy how the government even manages so many of them.

Soon enough he’s able to spot a tiny corner way in the back of the cafeteria, so he rushes over and takes a seat. It’s located near an exit, which might be a little inconvenient if people are trying to leave, but he’s undeterred as he settles down and places his tray on his lap.

His appetite has been waning lately, but he tries to eat, at least for his mother’s sake who was a little worried about his weight loss during the monthly visits. She kept fawning over him like a worried mother hen whining about how frail he looked.

“You’re too tiny, Kook—ah.” “Make sure to eat more, darling.” “You need to build muscle.”

He’s barely taking a bite of his sandwich when the door to his right opens abruptly and his tray goes flying off his lap and onto the floor.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” A soft voice says, causing Jungkook to look up.

There before him is another boy, a pretty one at that, and Jungkook is just about to run off not wanting to deal with any confrontations, when he’s suddenly held back by his elbow.

“Hey. It’s okay. I can help you. You’re not in trouble.” The boy smiles sweetly, his cheeks pudgy and soft. Jungkook thinks they look like mochi. Squishy. He won’t say that aloud though. He’s not stupid.

“I—I’m sorry for being in your way.” He says instead, tugging his arm and moving far, far away from the other in a hurry. As soon as he’s far enough away he’s able to process a weird sense of longing that comes over him.

He must be really homesick because he thinks he might have smelled something floral just then. Clearly he’s at the point of hallucinating. Pushing it all back, he makes his way to the lunch line, asking for another tray of food which he’s promptly given once one of the lunch ladies takes in his small form.

Lunch is eaten in one of the empty classrooms.

After that lunchtime goes back to normal.

Two weeks pass and he finds himself incredibly lonely, so he finally gives in and talks to one of the other boys in his unit, Dong-min. They’re all the same age as Jungkook, so it’s easy to make a connection.

Dong- min introduces him to Mingyu, who introduces him to Taehyung, who’s apparently in another unit and a little bit older. And through mutual connection Jungkook eventually ends up getting to know more people.

Today he finds himself playing Tuho in Taehyung’s unit with several other children, the names of which he fails to remember. Everyone is laughing and having a great time, the atmosphere joyous as he realizes how happy he is to welcome new friends after being alone for so long.

Jungkook takes his turn and throws a couple of sticks, nearly making the shot, but watching as it ricochets off the cup and onto the floor.

“Good job, Kookie.” Taehyung ruffles his hair, a proud look on his face. It makes Jungkook feel good even if he doesn't win.

The others try as well, Mingyu making the shot twice, which leads to loud excited screams that echo throughout the room.

But all of that comes to an end when the door to their room opens and in comes a familiar figure—one Jungkook is sure he’s seen before.

“Minnie! You’re finally here. Where were you?” Taehyung asks, almost like this Minnie guy is somebody important. Jungkook doesn’t even know him and he’s been in this unit a few times already.

“I was just getting checked up again. Wasn’t feeling well. But everything is fine. Sorry to be so late.”

“It’s no big deal, Min. We’re just glad you’re okay.” Dong-min adds, smiling at Jimin a little too shyly. Jungkook isn’t sure he’s interpreting that right. When did those two even meet? He doesn’t remember his roommate ever mentioning this guy.

“So, who wants cake?” Minnie, or is it Min?, offers up, leaving Jungkook confused.

“Why are we having cake?” He asks Mingyu.

“It’s Namjoon’s birthday. He turns sixteen tomorrow. That’s why we came.” He points in the direction of another boy who’s been sitting silently on the couch this entire time. “He’s Tae and Jimin’s roommate. He’ll probably present any day now and then he’ll receive his assignment.”

Jungkook stares at Namjoon, watches how there is no excitement about his birthday or the fact that he’ll be out of the facility soon. “Is he not happy to go home?” Jungkook whispers, not wanting to be loud about other people’s privacy.

Mingyu shrugs and then reaches out for a cake slice that Jimin passes him. Jungkook’s attention is drawn back when Jimin finally notices him.

“I remember you.” He teases gently. “Would you like some cake, too, tokki?” Jimin smiles big, eyes disappearing and turning into crescents with how funny he finds the nickname.

Jungkook doesn’t think it’s that funny at all. “Sure, but I’m not a tokki.” He replies curtly drawing Mingyu and Dong-min’s attention.

“Do you not like cake?” Dong-min asks. Jungkook’s face heats up at the sudden focus on him.

“I do.”

“Oh Jimin you’re right. He does look like a bunny.” Taehyung giggles, smiling at Jungkook and making him blush even more.

Jimin’s smile wavers, but he still passes a slice over to Jungkook and then things go back to the way they were before Jimin interrupted. Namjoon remains in his corner, but now Jimin is with him, silently rubbing over his back as he listens to whatever the other is saying. He seems nice, caring, but Jungkook isn’t a fool. Jimin might be nice to everyone, but there’s something off about him.

Even still, Jungkook can’t keep his eyes away.

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It’s been a month since Namjoon presented as alpha and was swept away. Everyone wished him well and Jungkook had been there for the departure, but Jimin had also been there. He’d been crying and hugging Namjoon like he actually felt something for him. It was weird. Or maybe it wasn’t since Tae was crying even harder.

Namjoon promised to write them all, to tell them what training he’d have to endure in order to become a strong alpha so that they could utilize him in society. Jungkook learned of the many ways all of the wolves could help to ensure their kind continued thriving, but he wasn’t much for staying focused and paying attention.

After that everything went back to the same routine. Monthly visits from his mother, health checkups and a regimen of exercise, good sleep and vitamins. Jungkook was also starting to feel a whole lot better. It’s been four months since he’s been here and within that time he’s made a few more friends. He’s also started building muscle, gotten taller and feels stronger.

With all of those positives, you would think Jungkook would be satisfied, but Jimin continues to remain in his space. It's irritating.

Because Jimin stays connected with the same friends as him, Jungkook has been forced to learn about the other unwillingly; things about his nature—turns out Jimin is very tender. There’s also the age thing which Jungkook was shocked about because so far Jimin seems to be just as small if not smaller than him and also a lot more fragile. The black-haired mochi—a name Jungkook has been tempted to call him since the tokki incident— is almost sixteen which means he’ll be leaving in about a year.

If Jungkook knows that his birthday is in October, that was also involuntarily attained.

Don’t misunderstand, Jungkook knows Jimin could beat his ass if he truly wanted, what with all the physical training they all get, but still, Jimin isn’t as big as most of the boys he knows. If he presents as alpha Jungkook will truly be surprised. He may carry himself like a dominant figure, horsing around and acting tough when he needs to, but Jungkook can see right through him.

And this dominant aura rears its head on a random day when Jungkook is minding his business out in the courtyard collecting rocks for a game of Gong-Gi. So far he’s collected the prettiest pebbles of all his friends, and their weight will be perfect for holding in his hand. If he wins he’ll be able to claim some of the pretty stones the others have. He’s had his eye on Taehyung’s collection for a while now.

A larger shadow looms over him suddenly, paired with two others. Jungkook glances up from his place on the ground and grimaces.

Before him stand Bong, Hoon and Chul. All pains in the asses for every unit as far as Jungkook knows, and it seems that after months of avoiding them, his time has run out.

“Aren’t you that little loser who cried for weeks when he first got here? Mommy still visiting you? Did she bring you more snacks? I think he should share, don’t you guys?” Chul mocks, the obvious leader of the three and the biggest idiot of all the children in the project.

Sometimes Jungkook wonders if all alphas used to be like him and that’s why they ended up destroying each other in wars. “No. She only brings me treats. I’m sure your mom will bring you some one day.” Jungkook bites back knowing that Chul’s mother hasn’t come to see him in a year.

“Watch your fucking tone!” His henchman to the right, Bong threatens.

Jungkook just shrugs, bends back down and continues to search for his stones. He thinks if he ignores them that they’ll leave, but he’s sorely mistaken. This encounter was meant to happen and today Jungkook seems to be their target.

“Get up, loser. I’m not done talking to you.” Chul demands, fists clenched and clearly looking to fight. Jungkook sighs and stands. He moves close enough to be toe to toe with the other but finds he’s still a few inches shy of matching his height. He’s getting taller, but apparently not tall enough to intimidate someone who is a year his senior.

“This little runt clearly has an attitude problem. Maybe we should fix it.” Chimes in Hoon, which is a feat in and of itself because the kid is the stupidest in the group. It’s always amazing when he manages to string together a full sentence.

“Is that right? You getting an attitude with me, Kook?” Chul postures and, were they alone, Jungkook might be able to take him all by himself, but he’s yet to get bigger and there are three against one…

“Get away from him!”

Jungkook turns to look over his shoulder and is surprised to see Jimin standing there looking quite menacing.

“Or what?” Chul hisses, also turning to aim his defensive stance at the much smaller of them all. Jungkook is surprised when Jimin lifts a brow and takes a step forward.

Shockingly the guys take a step back and the entire interaction leaves Jungkook speechless. “Do you really want to know or should I show you?” Jimin growls out, a bit of his wolf side making an appearance and Jungkook shivers. It’s not allowed to portray such animalistic behavior in the facility, let alone in society, but here is Jimin willingly doing it…and for what?

Jungkook is so caught up with looking at this never before seen side of Jimin that he doesn’t even realize that they’re alone. Jungkook looks around, barely catching the tail end of the three fools running off into the woods near the courtyard.

Glad that he doesn’t have to deal with them any longer, he takes a deep breath and releases the tension from his shoulders.

“Are you okay, tokki?” Jimin asks in a low voice, approaching slowly almost like he thinks Jungkook will run off like a startled deer. The switch up is strange considering he just saw Jimin stand up to the biggest bullies in the facility without batting an eye. How can he go from borderline feral to soft and gentle?

Jungkook is close to answering and maybe even wanting to be coddled a bit after having been shaken up, but then a strange aggression comes over him. Suddenly he’s upset. Suddenly, he feels embarrassed and he hates that feeling. He doesn’t want to be known as a weak wolf that needs protection from someone who’s shorter than him. He wants to be brave and strong and prepare for whatever duties he may be assigned to when the time is right. The last thing he needs is others seeing him as a baby. Even though Jimin helped him, he never asked for it, and now he’s going to be known as the coward who was defended by Park Jimin. That's…humiliating.

“You didn’t have to do that! I was fine on my own!” Jungkook yells, blows air out of his nose and postures.

Jimin seems taken aback by his sudden aggression and Jungkook won’t lie, so is he. “I—I’m tired of you always butting into my business and…I am not a tokki!” Jungkook shouts, even whines a little and then he’s running off.

He doesn’t bother to see Jimin’s reaction because he’s pretty sure he knows what it will be. The older is sensitive, a crier, and takes things to heart. That’s why he doesn’t understand why those three bullies even listened to Jimin. The older isn’t threatening in the least. If anything he looks pretty close to what an omega would be and that’s enough for anyone to want to dominate him.

Still, he runs off and makes it to his unit where he storms past his roommates and hides in his bedroom. He’s thankful the facilities provide them all with at least this privacy because he’s not in the mood to tell his friends that a much smaller and weaker wolf just protected him from mean bullies.

It doesn’t stop there. It seems that Park Jimin is set on making Jungkook’s life miserable and if he had to choose, he would have preferred the facility’s bullies over the smaller and annoying kid.

Jungkook is left sitting in the visitor’s lounge waiting like a fool until he’s notified by one of the many government employees that his mother is unable to make this visit. He nods and gets up, making his way out of the area and when he turns the corner into a quiet hallway it hits him.

He starts to cry, tears that fall without his control and tiny sobs that cause his nose to drip. How could his mother not come? She came to every visit? Was something wrong?

He’s been in this place for almost six months now and while he’s been strong, it still takes a lot for him to get used to it. He wasn’t prepared for his mother not being able to make visits. She should know he expects her monthly. He’s running out of banana milk and other yummy treats which the facility doesn’t provide. Everything sucks.

Countless worries run through his mind and he finds himself walking aimlessly down empty hallways until he finds a restroom. Not wanting to be seen, he quickly rushes in and finds a stall where he sits on the toilet and continues to weep.

His breath catches when the door jolts open. Unable to stop sniffling, he slips out a few and then he’s hearing a worried voice.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Jimin.

Always Jimin.

Why is he always near him? It’s almost a bit creepy how he’s always around.

Instead of wallowing in pity, anger takes the place of him missing his mother. He lashes out without remorse.

The door to the stall flies open, smacking against the wall and then he sees Jimin, buried under a much too large sweater, always swallowed by his clothes like some small fairy and Jungkook burns even more.

“Are you some kind of stalker?! Why are you always around me? Can‘t you just leave me alone?” This emotion is something he can’t quite explain, perhaps the culmination of everything taking over, or maybe some dormant part of his wolf making itself known, but gods he wants to hit something.

“You think just because everyone likes you that I have to? Think that you’re some kind of heaven sent angel that always has to…to….”

He can’t think of what he wants to say, too upset to talk and annoyed that Jimin isn’t saying anything about his wild behavior.

“Tokki…”

“Don’t call me that!” Jungkook heaves, fists clenched so tight he thinks he might draw blood.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying…”

“No, of course not. You just always want to be in my business. Always think you’re so perfect. Why don’t you just…” Jungkook shoves him. Jimin’s back hits the wall.

The smaller gasps and looks up at Jungkook with shiny eyes. The world spins and once again there’s a floral scent that drives Jungkook mad. He misses his mother so much. He hates this life, this facility and…most of all he hates Park Jimin.

His tears are so overwhelming they blind him and he’s heaving so hard he falls to the floor in a heap. The room feels hot, the air from his lungs burning at every inhale and any minute now he thinks he might faint. He grabs at his chest, taking in mouthfuls of air and squeezing his eyes tight to stop the never-ending flow of tears.

“My eomma, she—she didn’t come. The banana…b–banana milk…” Nothing Jungkook says makes sense as he starts sobbing out hysterically.

Jimin squats down and joins him, sitting beside him and grasping his hands.

“Breathe with me, Jungkook. Just breathe.”

Jungkook nods, unsure why he listens, but he doesn’t really have a choice, does he?

“That’s it. In…one…two…three….out….one…two….”

Jimin’s voice is hypnotizing, calming Jungkook down and bringing him back to himself. Tender fingers brush away his fringe and wipe away his tears as Jungkook’s mind begins to slow down. “There. Good job. Feeling better?” Jimin checks in, his tone so incredibly soft and sweet.

And Jungkook does. He really does feel better. “Yeah.” He sighs out when Jimin runs his nails over his scalp.

“That’s great, Jungkook. Keep taking in slow breaths. You’re doing so well.”

When the world comes back into clear view, Jungkook finds himself leaning into Jimin, shoulder pressed against his chest as Jimin sits beside him with his legs on either side of his body. Jungkook jolts and scooches away when he realizes how it looks.

“Sorry. You just started to fall a little so I wanted to hold you up. This floor is pretty gross.” Jimin giggles, trying to make the situation light.

Jungkook nods shyly and stands. Jimin follows after.

“Thank you.” He offers because it’s the right thing to do. It wasn’t Jimin’s fault he’s been stressed out. Technically Jimin didn’t do anything this time.

“You’re welcome. Do you think you can make it back okay?”

“I—yeah, I think so.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip and turns away. He’s embarrassed enough as it is that he’s had this breakdown in front of the last person he’d want to have it in front of.

Jimin catches his hand before he can get too far and pulls him back.

“If you need anything. I’m here.” He offers with a genuine smile. Jungkook nods quickly and then he’s gone.

On his way back he contemplates on his sudden outburst. He’s never liked this system and although it’s been ingrained into him since he was a child, it all just seems like shit. He’d rather be home with his mother, playing his games and doing what he wants.

He gets to his room and goes to sleep a little earlier. If when he wakes up he finds some snacks and a banana milk carton beside his bed with a note, he won’t admit to it.

Eat well, Tokki.

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“Has anyone heard from Namjoon?” Jimin suddenly speaks up. He’s been buried in a book for the past hour while Jungkook hangs out and watches a movie with his other friends, so it’s surprising to hear him speak suddenly. Not to mention, everyone has been thinking the same thought, but no one has voiced it. It’s almost like it's expected for people not to speak out when things seem off. Jungkook had wanted to ask the question last week, but thought himself too annoying.

“No.” Mingyu replies as if he would have any knowledge. Namjoon was closest with Jimin and Tae so Mingyu really doesn’t even need to be commenting.

Jungkook scoffs. “You didn’t even talk with him that much.”

“So what! Jimin was asking all of us. I was being a gentleman by replying.”

“Gentleman?” Jungkook snorts. “What the heck are you even talking about?” He glances at Jimin to see if he also has a similar reaction but is surprised to see him blushing. His eyes flick back to Mingyu, brows furrowed in confusion when he sees him doing the same. Jungkook’s stomach drops. What the hell?

“I haven’t heard anything from Namjoon at all. He said he’d write as soon as he got his assignment, but he hasn’t. I’m a little worried.” Chimes in Tae who’s been in a corner near Jimin painting a random picture.

“Worried about what? All alphas have important roles to fill. I’m sure he just got super busy.” Dong-min quips out of nowhere. Jungkook gives him a glare because lately he’s been acting a little snappy and he hasn’t wanted to talk about why.

“We know alphas have roles to fill, so do omegas and betas. We’re all just wondering why we haven’t heard from him, that’s all.” Jimin replies, his tone of voice a little on edge.

Dong-min grimaces and stands to leave. “I’m bored anyway. All this nonsense is giving me a headache.”

Everyone gives him a strange look, but Jungkook just starts back on the movie, annoyed that his favorite part was interrupted by a bunch of nonsense. The room gets silent again and then he feels someone sit on the couch next to him.

He doesn’t bother looking up knowing it could be any of his friends. He lays on his side, resting on a pillow and feels his eyes start to drift. He’s been tired these days, the new vitamins he’s been taking are making him feel strangely lethargic. He’s also not been sleeping too well. Although he spends a lot of time with his buddies during the day, at night he finds himself all alone and overthinking in the quiet of his empty bedroom, sleep eluding him often when his mind starts to race.

He blinks back his sleep a few times, earnest in his determination to watch when Iron Man finally succeeds in building his suit. It’s when soft caresses to his hair begin that he can’t help but flutter his eyes, the battle to stay awake being lost quickly.

It isn’t strange for any of them to do such things, their pack instincts may have been buried down throughout the decades, but it’s still innate to want to touch and soothe one another. Jungkook is the youngest among everyone so it’s not weird if his friends run their hands through his hair or lay with him in the same bed. They consider him a pup and he easily gives into that.

But then those lithe fingers start scratching at his scalp and a body leans in, warm breath fanning over his cheek as a hum fills his ears. He’s losing his will to watch the movie quickly and then a soft chuckle over the shell of his ear jolts him. He knows that sound… would recognize it in a crowd of other boys.

Jimin.

Jungkook bolts up, sits back against the cushions of the couch and freezes. Jimin pulls back at the same time avoiding getting smacked in the head with Jungkook’s actions.

“You okay, tokki?” Jimin whispers.

Jungkook turns his head slowly, almost like he’s in a dream. Jimin is sitting next to him, head resting against the backrest, eyes dreamy. He wears a gentle smile and the hand that was once in Jungkook’s hair sits on his lap, tightly squeezing the other.

Jungkook is considering running because it’s always so weird and awkward when Jimin touches him, but he knows it’ll draw everyone’s attention. He’s not very keen on that idea. He needs to start acting more mature than this. Running every time Jimin comes around would look suspicious.

He just nods and then scooches far away from Jimin pretending to get comfortable on the other arm rest. The smaller says nothing, as a matter of fact, he simply crosses his legs, tucks his hands between his thighs and leans back to watch the movie. Time passes slowly and all desire to sleep has completely disappeared from Jungkook’s body.

He doesn’t remember whatever else happens which doesn’t matter because he’s already seen the movie plenty of times. When one of his friends says he’s taking off, Jungkook jumps to his feet to follow. He doesn’t say goodbye to Jimin nor to Tae, too eager to rush to the safety of his bedroom.

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Days seem to be getting longer and time seems to move like molasses for Jungkook. It’s been about ten months since he’s been in this facility and he is starting to think that this isn’t exactly a “Genesis Project” at all. His mother got back into the routine of visiting him, but some months she doesn’t make it, stating that work is keeping her busy and not giving her days off. Jungkook thinks it’s probably something else. He doesn’t know what, but he always gets a strange feeling when his mother calls to excuse herself. She doesn’t quite sound like herself and it leaves him feeling apprehensive.

He kicks his sandaled foot over the cement floor on his way to the cafeteria, uncaring that he scratches his big toe along the rough surface. Dong-min is the only one with him because lately Mingyu has been missing in action. Whatever it is he’s into nowadays has put a slight rift between them, but as always Jungkook doesn’t really care. Although he’s made friends and they’ve been kind to him, he doesn’t expect for everyone to remain in contact after they present and get assigned their role in society. It’s just the way of things, Namjoon being a prime example.

Taehyung has been down about it the most, and truly, Jungkook doesn’t get it. Somehow he was smart enough to know that he shouldn’t get super attached to anyone. His mother reminded him that he had a duty to fulfill and that he should obey and take care of his health the entire time. So that’s exactly what he’s going to do. It’s not like he has a say in anything about his life anyway.

Lately he’s been pretty sure he might present as alpha. There’s no actual scent yet, but he swears he’s caught a hint of musky or earthy smells especially after playing sports. He also feels a bit stronger even though he doesn’t have any visible muscles. Those are the only things so far and that’s enough for him to know that his role will be important.

Most alphas are expected to be available for breeding, but from what Jungkook’s heard, it’s voluntary. The other jobs he could take on are all forms of combat or leadership positions. He’s not really sure where he’ll fit in yet. He doesn’t really like the idea of falling into a rut and being expected to breed with an unknown omega, but their society needs him to fulfill such a role. It’s pressed upon you, voluntary or not, in order to ensure the survival and prosperity of their species.

As they near the cafeteria Jungkook remembers that he’s forgotten to bring a few of the newer rocks he found on the outskirts of the recreation area for their games. He wanted to show Tae and make him a little jealous. He excuses himself and races back to get them hoping to make it back in time to get his favorite seat. He always likes sitting in just the right place where he can be involved in conversation but not forced to talk.

When he reaches his unit, he throws the door open and comes to a screeching halt in the main lounge at what he sees. Everything around him shrinks into the scene before him and he can’t help the gasp that flies out of his mouth.

Jimin scrambles back from Mingyu’s lap, face rosy and eyes blown wide. Mingyu doesn’t look any better, his shirt missing and from what Jungkook can tell, there is something going on down below that can’t be mistaken for anything else.

“Kook-ah…why are you here?” Mingyu tries to ask nonchalantly as he wipes what looks like lip gloss and spit off his lips.

“I—I—” Jungkook stammers, suddenly feeling a blazing fire growing over his face and neck. He doesn’t know what to do nor what to say. This is awkward in the most horrible way and Jimin…

The way Jimin looks right now is…

“Tokki, it’s not what it looks like.” Jimin tries to excuse whatever it is that’s happening, but Jungkook doesn’t even want to hear any of it.

“No…I—ugh…I just came for my…r–rocks. I’m gonna go.” He trips over his words and does the same with his feet as he backs up with hands blindly seeking the door handle. When he finds it, he turns and hastily runs out of the room.

He makes it down a long hallway and just around the corner from the cafeteria at record speed. His mind is reeling because….

What did he just see?

Clearly Jimin and Mingyu were kissing, the evidence was all over their faces and Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with that information. The boys haven’t even presented yet so why are they even behaving like that? The law is clear; only alphas and omegas breed. Betas are placed in essential careers for economic growth. They don’t breed. They can’t.

So why the hell were two of his friends making out? It’s all so…forbidden.

Do other kids in the facility do the same? Is it allowed since technically they don’t have a sub gender to identify their roles yet?

And why does he feel so annoyed by it? Why does knowing that Jimin was so willing to violate laws and societal norms so freely pressing against his chest?

It’s not like Jungkook is all for these government mandates. Hell, he barely tolerates having to be in this facility all for society’s demands.

But just seeing what he saw leaves him feeling uneasy and bothered. He doesn’t even realize when he grabs a tray and finds his seat, thankfully still available. He sits without speaking a word and no one bothers to ask if he’s okay. It’s normal for him to be quiet so the pale look on his face isn’t something they even pay attention to.

He doesn’t tell anyone about Jimin and Mingyu nor does he speak to either of them. It’s easy enough to avoid people like the plague if you want to.

A few days later Jungkook wakes up feeling incredibly sick. He’s not sure what’s brought it on, but he feels like he’s been hit by a ton of bricks. His throat is dry, he’s sweating, every muscle in his body aches and he’s pretty sure he has a fever. The right thing would be to go to the infirmary, but he doesn’t think he’ll make it.

Not to mention that they’ll probably call his mother and worry her for nothing. Sicknesses come and go and he’s pretty sure a bug has been going around the center lately. He’s not a fan of being prodded and probed, as he already gets enough of that, and he hates medicine. Months and months of being in the doctor’s office is no fun, so he decides to ride it out.

After a day of sleeping, he’s awakened by soft caresses and a syrupy voice.

“Tokki…tokki? Hey…how are you, little one? Are you okay? Haven’t seen you around.”

It’s Jimin, heaven sent Jimin, with his kind gentleness and sweet demeanor. Jungkook sighs out in relief. If there’s anyone he’d want to see at the moment, it’s him for sure. Whatever happened with Mingyu is no longer his concern because Jimin is here to help. Jimin will know what to do.

He groans. “Mmm… sick.”

Jimin giggles quietly. “I can see that. How long have you been sick?”

The feel of Jimin’s cool hands on his burning flesh is so relieving he can’t help but take in a deep breath, sweetness coating his nostrils. Jimin always smells so good.

“D–-don…knowww…” He slurs, tongue heavy. Jimin huffs out a breath clearly frustrated and stands up abruptly.

“These stupid dummies! How could they not know you were sick? It’s been a day and a half and no one knew anything about you until I came asking.”

Jungkook blinks as best as he can, eyes heavy and sticky. He watches Jimin move back and forth in his bedroom, finding a washcloth and coming back to him to press the cool fabric over his brow. Jungkook sags into the mattress sighing in relief.

“Poor baby. You should have gone to the nurse.” Jimin pouts, running his fingers over Jungkook’s fringe and tucking his hair behind his ear. With his other hand he holds the cloth on his forehead, turning it over when the skin warms it and dipping it into the bowl of cool water he prepared to freshen it up.

“Don…wanna…”

“Don’t wanna, huh? I didn’t take you for a stubborn pup. What am I supposed to do? Shit.” Jimin sounds distressed suddenly and it makes Jungkook feel bad. He’s not trying to be difficult on purpose.

“Sorry…” He mutters, still slurring and half conscious.

“No sorry, baby. It’s not about you. I just have to figure out how to get you medicine, that's all. Let me go to the infirmary and ask them for something…” He goes to stand, but Jungkook immediately cries out.

“No! No…nonono…”

“Okay. Shhh…okay. I won’t go.”

And Jimin doesn’t. He stays. Jungkook doesn't know for how long, but all he knows is that every time he wakes up Jimin is there tending to him. He feels himself sweat off the fever and somehow manages to stay hydrated thanks to Jimin’s attention.

It’s at some point in his healing that he finally opens his eyes, a single beam of sunlight filtering through his small window letting him know that it’s early morning. He stretches his achy body, feeling much stronger, and groans at the feeling of finally being whole again. He goes to settle back in and finish sleeping off the remaining bit of his sickness when his arms bump into something. Or rather, someone.

He’s shocked at first, sitting up to lift the blanket and figure out who the hell is in bed with him. His mattress is not very big, so it’s a feat that the space is being shared at all. Finding Jimin next to him was not what he was expecting.

It’s strange seeing him all cuddled up to the wall the bed is pressed upon, small fists tucked under his chin and body so lax a hurricane could tear through the room and he’d probably stay asleep. Jungkook is careful as he turns his hip, body leaning forward so he can get a better look.

Jimin looks exhausted and a huge weight of guilt chokes Jungkook. Maybe he should have gone to the doctor. Why did he even think Jimin could do this all by himself? This was selfish of him.

Suddenly the last bit of sleep he felt disappears and he finds himself on his feet, gathering some items to take a shower. He should probably grab Jimin something to eat. Who knows how long he’s been here taking care of him.

He showers quickly, still a little woozy from lack of food and being feverish. Dressing warmly, he treks to the cafeteria. None of his friends are in the unit so he leaves without any interruptions, easily finding snacks the facility has on the ready and makes sure to grab some coffee before making his way back.

Jimin is awake by the time he returns. He’s pacing back and forth, a hand on his forehead looking incredibly worried. At the sight of Jungkook he stops and exhales a heavy breath. Then the biggest smile Jungkook has ever seen blooms on Jimin’s face.

“Tokki…” He whispers in relief. “I was so worried. Where did you go? You’re sick, you shouldn’t….”

“Here.” Jungkook interrupts, lifting up the coffee towards Jimin.

The shorter freezes, hands in the air from waving them dramatically and zeros in on the cup in Jungkook’s hands.

“You got me coffee?”

“Yeah. And some snacks.” He lifts those too and Jimin’s look softens so much Jungkook feels a blush bloom over his face. Luckily it can be excused as the remnants of a fever.

“Tokki, you…you’re the sick one! You went and got me all this?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Yeah….I…you took care of me.”

That’s all he says, but it must be enough because Jimin seems incredibly touched. Jungkook would even venture to say he looks on the verge of crying. They don’t say anything else. Jimin just settles himself on the edge of Jungkook’s bed and drinks his coffee.

They share snacks and Jimin hassles Jungkook to drink more water. After about an hour, Jimin excuses himself, and just like that, Jungkook is left alone again.

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Jungkook doesn’t know how it happens or why, but he and Jimin get closer. It’s not an obvious closeness, more like awkward tiptoeing, but it’s happening nonetheless.

For some reason Mingyu and Jimin behave like Jungkook never caught them kissing and they also act like they don’t even know each other. Jungkook isn’t sure what happened between them, but thankfully they seem to be amicable amongst their friend group.

What Jungkook is sure of is that Jimin has suddenly fixated all of his attention on him. And he’s not complaining about it. As a matter of fact, he might be feeling smug about it.

Before he got sick, Jimin’s presence used to annoy him, but after he saw how genuine and caring the smaller is, he realized that maybe he was being a bit too harsh. Not to mention, Jimin is providing him with the intimacy he needs, something he’s been missing from his mother. His lovely mother, who would scent him whenever he hurt himself, and made sure to wipe his tears. Jimin has taken the place of this and Jungkook is comforted by it, so he’s not going to be foolish and ask Jimin to stop fussing over him.

He especially won’t ask Jimin to stop sneaking into his room when he should be in his own. He won’t stop Jimin from wanting them to tell scary stories to each other and play silly rock, paper, scissors games when they should be asleep. Sometimes Jimin does fall asleep, but it’s in Jungkook’s bed, and Jungkook lets him, his wolf instincts wanting that closeness more than he’s willing to admit.

And just like the past few nights, Jimin is in his bed again, laying beside him as they fight to quiet a fit of giggles. Jimin has told Jungkook about a prank he played on one of the girls in the nearby unit and Jungkook thinks it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“There was soap everywhere!” Jimin giggles, his cheeks lifting so high they make his eyes disappear. Jungkook finds it incredibly endearing. “And then the cleaners came over demanding to know who made the mess! I ran so fast…” Jimin continues, laughing so hard his body leans into Jungkook’s, head pressing into his chest.

“That’s crazy, hyung.”

Jimin chuckles quietly, lifting his head slowly to lock eyes with Jungkook. “I still can’t get over the fact that you’re calling me hyung.”

Jungkook huffs. “Aren’t you older than me?”

Jimin lifts his chin and crosses his arms over his chest, laying on his back and looking at Jungkook with an ‘alpha-like’ pride. “That I am! And you’d be smart to remember it.”

Jungkook scoffs, also laying back on the mattress to look up at the ceiling of his room.

“I do. I do remember it.” He says a little more disappointed than he’d like.

Jimin is instantly aware of the mood change, sitting up slightly and leaning on one elbow. “What’s wrong, my baby?” He asks with such tenderness Jungkook closes his eyes, unable to answer.

“Look at me, hmm? Tell hyung what’s wrong.”

Jungkook does. He opens his eyes and tips his head to the left to look at Jimin’s face which is slightly leaning into his space.

“You’re almost sixteen.”

“And?”

“And…and you’re going to present soon.”

“I am.” Jimin giggles, but his face has shifted. He knows where Jungkook is going with this conversation. “But you’re also getting older. When I leave, it’ll only be a year or so before you also present. We can meet up right after. I know we will. Both of us alphas, doing our duty and…”

“Hyung?”

Jungkook doesn’t mean to sound so scared, but Jimin stops talking instantly, a hand coming up to brush Jungkook’s hair off his forehead and he quietly hums, waiting.

“What if I present as something else? What if…what if I’m an omega? What if…”

Jimin places his small hand over Jungkook’s mouth and sighs, an amused smile on his face. “Silly tokki. I highly doubt you’ll be an omega. You don’t look like you will at all. And even if you did, that doesn’t change anything. We’ll still be friends, right?”

Jungkook nods, and when Jimin removes his hand, he can’t help being doubtful. “Are you sure? I…I don’t think it’s that easy. Namjoon hyung hasn’t even written to Tae and…”

“I promise.” Jimin says. “We’ll always find each other. Besides, how can I forget such a pretty boy with big eyes like yours, hmm?” Jimin chuckles, fingers playing with the long hair at the back of Jungkook’s neck.

The sensation brings a shiver over him, but he presses it down. He’s just feeling sentimental and Jimin always brings out his emotions. “Okay, hyung. I promise, too.”

But that promise is broken as soon as Jimin turns sixteen. Everything happens so fast Jungkook isn’t sure he dreamed it. One minute they’re celebrating Jimin’s birthday, and the next two staff members are inside the unit asking for Jimin to come out and talk with them, and then he’s never heard from again.

Taehyung is inconsolable, going to the counselors and asking about Jimin over and over to which he’s diverted and given medication to calm him down. The others don’t even ask about Jimin, just giving in to the knowledge that this is just part of the way things are, but Jungkook…

Jungkook doesn’t like it one bit.

He finds himself getting closer to Taehyung, mostly out of a sense of duty to comfort him on Jimin’s behalf, but also because it seems like they’re the only two who feel like something isn’t right.

But they don’t talk about it.

They don’t talk about anything when they realize that there has been a slight increase in surveillance in their wing. Between them are unsaid words and comforting moments when needed, but otherwise no one dares to speak about the feelings deep inside.

And Jimin seems to completely disappear. There are no letters or any attempts at communication and it’s eating Jungkook up alive. This is so unlike Jimin—totally nothing like him at all. The Jimin he knows is sentimental, makes pretty cards and takes his time showing his affections. It’s not like him to disappear off the face of the Earth entirely without so much as a goodbye.

Jungkook tries to move on, works out harder and stays busy doing his assignments. He’s shocked when he hears that Bong, Hoon and Chul have also gone, but they actually had a chance to say their goodbyes.

Slowly, everyone he’s come to know starts to leave, starting with Mingyu and Dong-min. And then the day comes when Taehyung has to go. He presents as an omega and only gets a day with Jungkook before he’s pulled away to do whatever it is he’s assigned to do. When he leaves he waves goodbye but his eyes hold an apprehensive look. “Come find me, Kook-ah.” He says almost ominously and Jungkook instantly promises that he will.

And just like that, Jungkook is left alone. New children enter the facility just as he had, and he teaches a lot of them the ropes just like some had done for him, but he doesn’t get attached. He doesn’t have that luxury, not when everyone he opened up to was snatched away from him without another word.

He pretends like everything is okay because soon it’ll be his turn and maybe then he’ll be able to go out and find out what happened. Maybe, once he’s out of the facility, he’ll get enrolled into something easy and have the chance to find his friends.

But when he turns sixteen, he presents as an alpha. He doesn’t feel up for much since the people around him aren’t really who he’d like to celebrate with. Even his mother has stopped her visits. She wrote to him just before he turned sixteen stating that she felt Jungkook was mature now and that he needed to become more independent so that he could fulfill his duties without her interruptions. The words seemed weird to him, but how is he to know what his mother is like anymore considering the fact that he’s been gone from his home for two years?

It’s two days after his birthday that a staff member calls him to their office. Jungkook goes nervously, but somehow he’s glad he wasn’t just snatched up the way Jimin had been.

He still has so many questions about that day, and he's dead set on finding out what happened as soon as he can.

“Hello, my name is Nara. Have a seat, Jungkook–ssi.” The staff member says. From what Jungkook can tell, they’re a beta, their muted scent something citrusy. He’s still getting used to his alpha’s sensitive nose.

“So, you’ve finally turned sixteen. An alpha. You should be proud. It’s a prestigious sub gender to present as. I’m sure I don’t have to inform you that your role is critical to the success and continuity of our society. Alphas are in high demand and are called to serve in pivotal roles without question. Your assignment…”

Jungkook swallows. He hates this already. Hates that his sub gender has now forced him into a role he has no say in.

“Ah, it looks like you’ve been chosen for a new and experimental assignment.”

“Experimental?”

“Hm. Our government has a need for strong alphas such as yourself. Just looking at your medical records we can see a trend in your growth and maturity. It’s very clear you will be much stronger and larger than you are now; probably than most alphas. You’re smart, quick, agile and incredibly in tune with your instincts. The government has started a new program where they choose only the best alphas to train and place in a position of high honor.”

“High honor?” He asks again, unable to do anything but pose questions.

“Yes, Jungkook–ssi. As you know our government is always working toward the better of our kind, but there are other…forces that do not agree with our methods. In order to assure that our programs remain intact there has been a pilot program initiated where alphas take on a security role of sorts. Basically you keep the officials and programs safe, shutting down unsanctioned groups that are a threat to the success of our programs. We’re calling it A.P.E.X. or Alpha Population Enforcement Envoys.”

“There are people who disagree with Lee?” Jungkook asks, genuinely confused about everything he’s being told. He’s never heard about anyone ever trying to go against the leadership of Kai Lee.

“Yes, Jungkook-ah. They are a threat to the very success of The Genesis Project, even to our society. You have been chosen to protect it from those who seek to destroy it.”

With every word coming out of the staff member’s mouth, Jungkook gets lured into the importance of his role and how critical it is for their preservation. He’s heard all of this before, from the moment he entered school until even now in the facility’s education program. For some reason none of the parts where he’d protect intrigue him. It’s more about the training part. The list of how he’ll learn certain fighting techniques and have access to all the state of the art gym equipment and personal trainers is what catches his ear.

He’s got way too many revved up alpha hormones coursing through his body with no outlet and honestly it sounds like a dream to be able to find a place to fit in that he actually likes. There is nothing keeping him from doing what he wants and maybe he’ll have more free time to find his old friends—that’s if they still want to be his friend.

Before the beta in front of him can try convincing him any further Jungkook interrupts.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

“S–you will?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Jungkook shrugs wondering why the other looks so amazed. But then the face of shock disappears and a smug look of satisfaction comes over her instead.

“Well then, Jungkook–ssi. I’m so glad you volunteered so willingly. Come along with me.”

Chapter Text

Ten years later:

“You gonna lay under that tree all day, Kook–ah?” Yoongi teases, throwing a piece of his tangerine peel at Jungkook’s sprawled out body on the grass. It’s a beautiful sunny day and after weeks of seeking out a cell they’re supposed to take down with no luck, Jungkook is fucking tired.

“Maybe.” Jungkook replies casually, not bothered in the slightest that he’s taking a nap while on duty.

“The chief officer is looking for you. I doubt you wanna deal with her bullshit today.” Yoongi chuckles, placing a slice of tangerine into his mouth and staring off into the distance lost in his own thoughts.

“You think I give a fuck what Choi wants? She’s been riding my ass since I got here. That’s a lot of shit for a sixteen year old to deal with. I’m tired now. She can wait. Nothing is going to happen.”

And Jungkook isn’t lying. Ever since they started this damn program nothing has happened. When he first arrived he found out that it was still in its beginning phases and had yet to launch. There were already alphas enrolled that started training before he was even brought in and that’s where he found Yoongi, a rare beta who they started training with the alphas. His purpose was to serve in their high-tech program while the alphas did all the heavy lifting.

Yoongi immediately took him under his wing, but that probably had a lot to do with the fact that he knew of an alpha named Namjoon. Much to Jungkook’s relief, it was the very same Namjoon from Genesis. Apparently Namjoon had been told about A.P.E.X. just like Jungkook had and was sworn to secrecy in just the same fashion. It must have killed Joon to keep such a secret, but Jungkook understood there was nothing to be done. They had to stay silent about it or else they would have been in big trouble. And even though they weren’t close at Genesis, just knowing each other helped them form a bond in this new alpha program.

Yoongi told him how he and Namjoon got along right away and even became best friends in the years it took Jungkook to show up. And when other alpha groups started cross training to further enhance their tactical strategies, he ran Bong and Chul. Hoon was nowhere to be found which wasn’t very surprising. The government wouldn’t place an alpha like that in such a prestigious program.

At first he was worried they’d be a problem, but Namjoon assured him that they wouldn’t be a threat. The expectation was that all alphas follow the protocol faithfully in order to ensure the success of A.P.E.X., so part of their training was knowing how to be a professional at all times.

And in truth, Jungkook had no issues with those two clowns for almost five years, mostly because they kept them way too busy to do otherwise. But one day Chul decided to test Jungkook again, only to come to regret it.

Jungkook was much bigger now and way stronger than the kid he had been at fourteen. All it took was for Chul to step in close enough for Jungkook to break his nose. After that Chul got reprimanded for being reckless with the alpha body the government had pumped money into and Jungkook was left unscathed.

A real alpha wouldn’t snitch, but even if he’d been ratted out, Jungkook would have made Chul pay for it, regardless of his status as security detail.

“I think we have another possible lead on that resistance cell we’ve been after. I was able to collect some intel about their location last night. Choi may want us to go in and scout the area…make sure it’s all substantial.” Yoongi explains, already finishing his tangerine and peeling another one as he speaks.

“Fine. Does Namjoon know?”

“Yeah. He’s forever in my business.”

“And you love it.” Jungkook smirks, lifting a brow and challenging the beta to say otherwise. He doesn’t know exactly how serious they are, but every time he asks, Yoongi just tells him that they’re just friends. Jungkook would argue it’s more friends with benefits, but he can’t blame them. Doing this type of job leaves them barely any time for social interactions. If they find comfort in one another, who is Jungkook to argue?

Yoongi simply huffs out and shoves the entire peeled tangerine into his mouth and walks away. Jungkook teases because that’s what he does. He’s grown up to be more confident and loud, probably a side effect of his alpha. He’s become more cocky the stronger and taller he grows. Right now he’s one of the largest alphas in the center and maybe that’s why his ego is a little inflated.

As soon as they wrap up their meeting with the commander, Choi gives them all the collected information and sends them on their way. Since he can remember, their assignments have always been to find any new growing resistance groups and squash them before they become a problem.

Jungkook suits up, black ops uniform fitting his muscular frame like a glove along with his mask and tactical gear. The government tries to deny the use of force, but Jungkook would say a taser stick, guns with rubber bullets and pepper spray aren’t exactly peaceful. He’s been on the other end of a few of those rubber bullets and they left marks on his skin for weeks. Not to mention he’s an alpha that heals quickly, so he can’t really speak for these resistance groups which are mostly comprised of omegas.

It’s a little hilarious to some that omegas are the main drivers of this resistance, but Jungkook wishes he could inform everyone that omegas are the toughest bunch to fight. They’re sneaky, smart and more than capable of giving an alpha a run for his money. They too unite with betas who agree with their cause, and between them they cause insurmountable havoc that always has the government officials losing their minds. That’s why A.P.E.X. was started in the first place. They needed someone to get things under control, and what better group than government fabricated alphas?

Once everything is organized, Jungkook makes his way to his private garage. All alphas are assigned one, with only fifty in the program, and oftentimes Jungkook wonders just how much money the government has been pumping into such things. He’s already thoroughly bred to be strong, vitamins and constant medical examinations ensuring he’s at his top physical fitness more than likely costing them millions. But he doesn’t dwell much on any of that when he’s doing his job. It isn’t exactly what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, but when his friends all moved on and his own mother completely stopped visiting him, he figured it was time to go out into the world and be a grown alpha.

Once he was placed into A.P.E.X. she pretty much became impossible to get a hold of. He figures that must be the way with all of their kind, otherwise things wouldn’t be how they are. If alphas were attached to their omega parents for the rest of their lives, they wouldn’t be able to fulfill their roles. Simple as that. No one wants a weak alpha.

He clicks the remote in his hand, the alarm on his motorcycle beeping throughout the small space and he adjusts his bag with his equipment across his chest before placing the helmet on his head. He loves his bike, it’s the very first purchase he made when he got paid for the job he does. It’s not exactly protocol to use your own vehicle when out on missions, but no one stops him. He’d even venture to say that the officials in the program might be a little scared of him, which all things considered, it’s a good thing he doesn’t exploit that fact.

He revs the engine once on the seat, taking a deep breath to settle his mind and ready himself for whatever he’s going to find. Most of the cells they manage to locate are small and non-threatening, so it takes little to no effort to shut them down. He expects this run to be the same.

The others will meet him at the rendezvous as planned so he kicks up his stand and takes off. The night air is calming, summer just wrapping up and welcoming the slight crisp of autumn air. It’s his favorite time of year, mostly because it’s close to his twenty sixth birthday. Every year he celebrates with Yoongi and Namjoon, and this year he’s planning on getting drunk out of his mind.

In no time he makes it to his destination, easily parking his bike in a remote location in the woods and gathers all his equipment. His state of the art outfit has more pockets than he can count, but he has every single item in each of them memorized.

As was planned, they spread out near the grounds, the location far out into the forest and not in the city as usual. It’s hard to see or locate anything in the darkness, but his eyes adjust as best as they can as he creeps in the dense woods. He’d already met up with Namjoon before setting off, so now they make their way separately to try and find their target, while Yoongi talks to them through their in-ear.

Along Namjoon’s side is Yeji, a new and eager alpha that’s being training beside him. She’s done nothing but excel in every aspect, so Jungkook has no worries about her performance.

“From our intel, it looks like you guys are close. It’s gotta be like three or four meters within the area.”

“Got it.” Namjoon whispers back to Yoongi and they continue searching.

Jungkook feels like he was born for this sort of thing, the thrill of it all making his alpha giddy with excitement. It sort of feels like a hunt and Jungkook is quite efficient at finding his prey.

“This is getting a bit tedious, hyung. Can you give us anything?” He complains over the comms only to be rewarded with a heavy huff from the beta on the other end.

“Are you questioning my abilities? This is as close as I could get us, brat.”

“I never question your abilities, but this is taking forever. I don’t see shit.” Jungkook whines just to annoy the other further. He hears a slight chuckle coming from Namjoon and even a snort from Yeji.

“Yeji–ah, you agree with me right?”

“I only follow orders, oppa.” She giggles at Jungkook’s antics, and he’s just about to press on when he hears a slight struggle and then silence on the other end.

“Joon hyung? Yeji-ah?”

Silence.

“What the fuck is wrong with comms, Yoongi hyung?” Jungkook whispers into his mic, but he gets no reply from Yoongi either. “Shit.”

Instantly his alpha instincts kick into gear, the wolf inside of him bristling as it prepares for the unknown. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he gets lower on the ground, the eerie quiet around him setting him on edge.

Needing the element of surprise, he grabs his night vision lenses from the third pocket of his left shoulder and attaches it to one side of his ear so that it can mold onto his face seamlessly.

Once that’s set, he places his hand on his left hip pocket, his stun baton set on the lowest setting and ready to lay out anyone that gets too close. He moves in, crouching every few steps and scanning carefully to see if Namjoon or Yeji are within range. They were only a few feet behind him so he doesn’t know what the hell happened to them.

This was supposed to be simple and quick.

He taps over his pockets again, reciting each item as muscle memory takes over. For all of his ten years of experience, he’s barely had to resort to using his state of the art equipment, but tonight seems like it’s in order. He was trained for this after all.

A quiet rustling of leaves to his left makes him freeze, head snapping in the direction and looking for any signs of danger. He knows it’s more than likely an omega that’s trying to intimidate him, but he’s built for this sort of thing. Alphas will always be superior. He gets low on the ground, crawling against the dirt in an attempt to remain unseen and sneak up on his target.

“Jungkook!”

Namjoon’s scream reaches his ear and it’s then that he decides to throw out the stealth mode and jump to his feet, running in the direction he hears the voice. His feet drive him quickly, nothing else matters as he races toward his hyung.

But everything comes to a halt when a smaller body collides into him at full speed and knocks him off his feet. It takes him a bit to gather his wits, ego slightly bruised that anyone managed to get him on his back.

Straddling him is an omega, small in frame and scent so….

Oh fuck…the scent…it’s…

He doesn’t get a chance to gather himself as an incredibly potent scent suddenly fills his nostrils and renders him useless. A sharp pain pricks at his gut and his entire body begins to shake. The cloying scent of wildflowers is all he can smell, his brain fogging and throat burning.

“What…what have you done?” He rasps.

The giggle he hears is spine tingling, laced with so much venom he can practically taste the hate. “Alphas are always such useless pieces of shit when it comes to their biology. Can’t think without their knot.”

Jungkook feels his cock growing in size, practically betraying him, and to make matters worse, the omega in his lap starts rolling their hips before leaning forward into his space.

“You like my scent, pup?” Another giggle and then Jungkook’s body is being flipped and hands tied behind his back. Everything around him feels like a dream, vision blurred and nose filled with the most potent omega pheromones he’s ever been exposed to. His body shivers whenever the omega touches him and he elicits a soft moan whenever their skin makes contact.

“Piece of shit.” He hears, but he can’t be bothered with the hateful words when all he can think about is rutting his hips over the ground below him.

There’s a bit of a scuffle and then he hears more voices.

“Shit, J. Don’t you think you might have used a bit too much of that enhancer. Look at him.”

A scoff. “No way. This knothead clearly deserved it. What the hell are they even doing out here so far into the woods? Our fucking base of operations was in danger. I did what I had to.”

“I get that, but…shit…I think you might have sent him into a rut.”

That’s all Jungkook hears before the world turns dark and a blazing fever burns over his body.

◈

“What the hell are we supposed to do with him, Jimin?” Hoseok chastises from the other side of their briefing room. He stands with all the grace of an omega, but still manages to harness all the power of a leader. Jimin truly admires him.

“I think it’s kind of funny.” Jin snickers, sitting on the most comfortable chair in the room eating strawberries like he’s on vacation. He really shouldn’t be here at the moment, but he and Hobi have this thing going on that Jimin can’t quite define. Perhaps their trauma has given them a closeness no one but them can understand.

“It’s not funny. Our base of operations is meant for planning and training omegas, not to house an alpha in rut.” Hobi continues exasperated.

“What would you have me do, hyung? His group of assholes have been harassing our cells for years. They’re so brainwashed they think they’re doing an honorable job for the government. I couldn’t risk them getting any closer. It’s bad enough they have intel on our location. Besides, he’ll feel better by morning.” Jimin huffs out, crossing his arms and blowing his fringe out of his face.

It’s hard to find answers to their current problem when they are constantly faced with these battles everyday. Each of them has had to endure pain and suffering at the hands of a government that has done nothing but spew lies in everyone’s faces. And now they have the alphas of A.P.E.X. knocking at their door.

Jimin’s been working with Hoseok and Jin for over nine years, and not a day goes by where he’s not thankful for them saving him. He still has nightmares about all the tests they would do on him to prepare him for breeding. It’s a two year process prepping an omega, eighteen being the legal age for them to start triggering their heats and pairing them with an alpha in rut. He’s lucky he only spent one year being injected with all sorts of hormones while they tracked every heat cycle he had. Hoseok saved him just before they could ruin him even further.

Jin, however, never got that grace. He escaped when he was twenty, all on his own after managing to seduce a guard. He’d been bred approximately one time and his pup was taken before Jin could even sit up in the birthing room. He swears he can still feel their connection, knows his child is an alpha and that some day he’ll find her. Jimin has no doubt he will. If Jin is anything, it’s determined.

Hoseok’s story is something different altogether. It began many years ago when he realized that these so-called breeding facilities weren’t what the government said they were. He managed to escape just as they were transferring him to another facility where they were about to treat him like cattle. He escaped with a few others, thankfully finding security in an underground shelter meant for omegas with no place in society. It was run by Jin, who started it up not a year before, and together they managed to set up more small groups that were of like mind, wanting to make a change for the better.

“Fine.” Hobi breathes out, resigning himself. “I just need you to be more careful. That alpha is unlike anything we’ve seen. He’s big and probably full of so many biological enhancers he can’t see straight. You’re lucky his friends got away because I don’t know where we would have housed them all. I’m also worried about you using that pheromone booster. It’s still being tested. I don’t want you hurting your omega.” He finalizes, walking closer to Jimin to put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hyung, I trust Tae with my life. He and Soobin have been working on that booster for months. They wouldn’t make anything that could harm me. Besides, it worked didn’t it?” Jimin smirks, lifting a brow smugly because for once he was able to take down an alpha without any physical confrontation.

Hobi just laughs at the omega before him. “I suppose it did. Still wild to me how you all came up with that idea in the first place. I think I might prefer it to you all getting into physical fights with alphas. It’s quite genius.”

“I’ll let Tae and Soobin know.” Jimin laughs, already making his way out of the room though he doesn’t get very far.

“Jimin.”

He stops and turns around slowly, already knowing what Hobi will say.

“Hyung?”

“We have an alpha to deal with. I know he’s in rut, but we need to get him to talk. Now is the best time when he’s completely vulnerable. Since you’re the one that set off his rut, see what you can do.”

Jimin takes a deep breath and grumbles. The last thing he wants to do is be near any alphas, especially one that’s in rut. Every single one he’s faced after leaving The Genesis Project has been nothing but vile. “I’ll see what I can do.” He replies respectfully, but inside he’s seething.

He walks away again, pretty sure he hears Jin cackling in the background.

He makes it to his rooms, finding Taehyung on his bed already cuddled up and half asleep.

“Everything okay?” He mumbles out tiredly. Jimin just smiles at his friend’s cuteness. If there is one thing he’s incredibly grateful for, it’s the fact that as soon as he found out Tae presented as omega, he searched for him and found him before anything could be done biologically. Hoseok had helped track him, but he was the only one of his friends that had been easy to find.

Whatever “vitamins” had been pumped into Tae while at Genesis were successfully purged from his body and he’s basically the purest omega out of everyone in their cell. Jimin still feels some aftereffects from the injections he got at one of the breeding sites. He takes medication to regulate his heats because of it. They come in waves and oftentimes have to be suppressed so he can complete his missions without interruption.

“Yes, everything has been taken care of. You’re safe, but I have to go see about our prisoner.”

At that Tae sits up, eyes wide and curious. “You’re going to see him?”

“Yes, but no worries, he’s restrained. The omegas on duty made sure he’s clean so he can’t be tracked. I just have to extract some information from him, that’s all. Your booster worked by the way.” He says the last part quietly, but Tae picks up on it immediately.

“Really!?”

“Yeah! I’ve never seen an alpha drop so quickly!”

“Damn. I wish I could’ve seen it.”

They both fall into giggles and then Jimin steps closer, running his hand over his best friend’s cheek.

“I’ll be back. Go back to sleep.”

“Okay, Minnie. Please be careful.”

“You know I will, Tae.”

With that, Taehyung lays back down on Jimin’s bed and cuddles in deeper. After Jimin rescued Tae their bond got stronger to the point they call themselves soulmates. He made sure to train Tae himself with the goal of making him unstoppable so that no alpha could steal him away. He doesn’t think he could handle losing him again.

As he makes his way to the lower levels, he contemplates on how frustrating it’s been dealing with this government alpha project. Since he can remember they’ve been a thorn on their side and they only seem to be getting smarter and stronger. Hobi’s initiative put enough worry into Kai Lee that he rushed to initiate A.P.E.X.. Of course everything is under the guise of something good, something that will help further the cause for the better of their society, but Jimin knows the evil truth. Kai Lee is a monster.

Not all omegas are used for breeding purposes, only the ones with the best genetics are chosen. And the alphas that have been selectively bred are the ones known to produce the most desirable traits in the next generation. They are the ones forced into ruts and set inside of a room with an unknown omega while officials lie back and wait for the results.

Both are ignorant to the process of choosing such a genetically enhanced breed while undergoing minor genetic manipulation in order to enhance certain traits. All of these processes affect both wolves, who end up having significant health issues or memory loss. Others who survive the trauma are silenced with contracts and financial compensation that barely affords them a comfortable life.

So in the end, what was once a fertility crisis has turned into manipulating innocent people and no one is doing a thing about it because they’re ignorant about it happening.

Until Hoseok.

At only thirty two years of age, Hoseok has single-handedly shut down five breeding facilities and he doesn’t plan on stopping any time soon. Jin has been helping omegas since forever, and now at thirty five, it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop either. Jimin will follow them until the end, there is no doubt about it.

Finally making it to the holding cell, Jimin nods at the guards posted at the door. Taemin joined them five years ago and Lea two. They all have their own stories and sorrows, so it’s no surprise they also support Hobi’s endeavors.

“Hey, I was sent down to question the alpha. I’ll only be about ten minutes.” He goes to step forward but Lea puts a hand out and looks at Jimin with trepidation.

“I don’t know if that’s safe, oppa. The alpha in there…”

“He’s been going insane.” Taemin finishes with an annoyed expression.

“I know that. It’s kind of my fault.” Jimin snickers and the two omegas exchange looks. “Don’t worry. He’s pretty much useless right now. Besides, if anything happens I know how to take care of myself.” He adds, pointing at the scent boosting injector hanging from his belt hook.

The omegas look hesitant, but they step back, Taemin opening the door.

The moment Jimin enters the room, his knees buckle. He hasn’t smelled an alpha in rut before, thankfully never having been placed in a room with one, so this is strangely debilitating for him. The light in the room is dim and the only sound that can be heard is that of heavy breathing coming from the alpha sitting in the middle of the space tied to a chair. His head is dropped forward, probably from exhaustion, and his arms are flexed due to the binds. Even from here he looks huge and a moment of hesitation passes through him before he tamps it down.

“Alpha.” He calls, but his voice comes out airy and tight. He clears his throat, wanting to sound more controlled, but a gruff sound stops him.

“Where are my teammates?”

The voice hits Jimin full force, its underlying growl making his omega want to whimper. He hates it.

“Don’t worry about them, I have a few things I’d like to ask.”

There’s a louder growl and then the alpha before him lifts up his head.

Jimin’s heart stops.

“Please help.” The alpha suddenly begs, voice less intimidating, and Jimin can’t take his eyes away from the man before him because he knows him…

He’s no longer wearing a mask and when Jimin gets a better look, he realizes he absolutely does know this man. No one else has eyes like that. He’d recognize that mole below his lips anywhere. That pretty nose, and precious face…

“Jungkook?”

The alpha’s eyes grow slightly bigger at his name and Jimin takes an unconscious step forward.

“How…how do you know my name?” He asks, squinting at Jimin’s approaching figure as he adjusts to the light of the lamp above him.

“I—I can’t tell you that. I—” He takes another step forward.

Jungkook inhales deeply and a low rumble resounds throughout the room. “You’re an omega.” He whines out, clearly still in distress and Jimin flinches.

How the hell could this happen? This has to be a fucking joke. Out of all the alphas…

He has so many questions and no answers, and right now he can’t even indulge those when he has bigger issues to deal with. Hobi sent him down here to get information, and that’s what he should be doing, but —

“Why are you here?” He asks instead and Jungkook struggles to clear his vision and focus on Jimin.

“I need help. What the fuck have you done to me? I need…fuck…please…” He whines out, eyebrows furrowing at the pain he’s feeling.

“I only did what I had to. You shouldn’t even be here.” Jimin finds himself chastising Jungkook like a child instead of being mean—as he should be.

“Fuck…just…please. I can’t stand it. You smell so fucking good. I—” Another growl tears out of Jungkook’s throat and Jimin’s body shivers. For the first time in his life he feels a bit of slick trickling down his opening and he stops moving entirely when Jungkook’s nostrils flare.

“Omega.” He growls, voice raw from all the groaning, and Jimin finds himself weaker than he ever imagined he’d be before an alpha. Because in all of his life, not once did he think he'd run into Jungkook, who is not only an alpha, but apparently his enemy.

But before he was his enemy, he was Jungkook, his sweet, little tokki with eyes as wide as saucers and adorable bunny teeth. How the fuck is he this now? How could this happen? Is this some kind of prank? Hobi must’ve found him and brought him here as a surprise. That’s gotta be it because Hobi knows all about Jimin’s beloved friends from The Genesis Project. Knows how long Jimin has been looking for them. Yeah that’s definitely it…

“Omega…” Jungkook groans again, this time throwing his head back as his body shakes with need.

“Okay. Okay!” Jimin finds himself saying in a panic. He doesn’t know why, but a sudden need to help take away Jungkook’s pain takes over him and he finds himself rushing toward the door.

Cracking it open, he steadies his voice and gives out a command. “Whatever you hear, do not open this door. Is that understood?”

Taemin and Lea look at each other nervously, but nod regardless. Jimin ranks second in command so they don’t dare question him when he’s this serious.

“Yes, sir.”

With their agreement, he shuts the door and locks it.

Jungkook eyes him like a predator in the dark and this feeling inside of him is definitely new. He doesn’t like alphas much, but he can see why an omega would be willing…

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and takes a few tentative steps forward again. “I can help, but you have to help me, too.” He attempts to negotiate.

Jungkook nods, but there are tears in his eyes and his arms flex even more when he tries to release his hands.

“Stop that. You can’t be set free. I—I can’t trust you.”

Jungkook nods again and takes in more of the air, clearly trying to calm his alpha with Jimin’s scent. The booster he took earlier has faded, but embarrassingly he cannot hide his arousal. It’s only instinct, he tells himself as he gets close again. He might be taking a risk at getting identified, but something inside of him is eager to know whether or not Jungkook remembers him.

“I’m going to get closer. Promise you won’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.” Jungkook grits out, eyes working to make out the face of the omega before him.

Jimin’s still partly in the shadows of the room and it’s taking everything within him not to run like a coward. It’s actually killing him that Jungkook is in pain, but it’s also killing him to know that Jungkook is part of the alpha project that’s put so many of his friends in danger.

He wonders if the young boy he once knew is still in there somewhere. It’s been ten years. People change. But everything within him hopes that Jungkook hasn’t. He hopes that the government hasn’t ruined him so much that he’s at the point of no return.

Just thinking of this enrages Jimin, the knowledge that the government has taken so much from him and everyone he knows eating away at his peace.

“Why do you smell like that?” Jungkook asks with a huff. Jimin clenches his fists.

“I’m just thinking about whether or not what I’m about to do is wrong.”

“Why? You did this to me, so you should fix it.” Jungkook spits out and something shifts in the air. Jimin doesn’t like the tone he’s hearing.

“Oh? And do you think you have the right to be making demands when you’re the one tied to a chair?”

The tension in the room causes the pheromones to swirl and the energy shift has Jungkook lifting up on the chair and tipping it slightly.

“Stop that!” Jimin demands, but Jungkook does it again, almost like he’s trying to fall over. Before he gets a chance to rock himself to the ground, Jimin is in front of him, holding his knees down to stabilize the chair.

Jungkook grins and Jimin realizes his mistake.

“There you are.”

Jimin stands up straight, realizing he’s been tricked. He looks to the left, attempting to hide his face from the light, but he can feel Jungkook’s eyes scanning over him greedily.

“You look familiar.” The alpha whispers and Jimin swallows hard.

“You’re in rut. You’re imagining things.”

Jungkook laughs. “So that’s what you did to me? Pushed me into a rut? If you wanted it, you could’ve just asked.”

Jimin’s breath hitches, but thankfully his brain is still working. “It was a more civilized measure than beating your ass to the ground.”

“You call this civilized?” Jungkook growls, looking down at his straining length. And it’s quite impressive all squeezed into the form fitting uniform he’s wearing. Jimin turns away when he’s caught looking.

“It worked. I managed to knock you down.”

“That you did.” Jungkook mocks, rolling his head back when another wave of pain takes over him. At this distance Jimin can see the sweat dripping down his forehead and neck. It’s clear Jungkook is so close to letting his rut take control and Jimin’s omega seems eager to watch it happen.

“Fuck, please help me. You said you were going to.” He cries out again, his face contorting from intimidating into something pleading. It reminds Jimin of the Jungkook he used to know and it was always so hard to say no to that Jungkook.

“Where is your base of operations?” Jimin asks instead, much to Jungkook’s annoyance. “You said you’d help me as well, so answer.”

“No.” Jungkook pouts out, clearly frustrated.

“Then I won’t help you.”

“Fuck…just…ask me something else.”

“No. I need to know where your base of operations is located. Who is your commander?”

“That’s two fucking questions, omega!”

“Then I guess I’ll owe you two favors if you reply.” Jimin offers, eyebrow lifting as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip before biting it down.

A moment of consideration passes through Jungkook’s face and then he gives in.

“Fine. Our base is located at…fuck…at Central City and…my commander…” He stops talking, clearly fighting against the wolf in rut and the soldier trained to keep their secrets.

Jimin gets down on his knees before him and looks up at Jungkook like a willing and ready omega. His small hands slide up the alpha’s strong and muscular thighs and Jimin watches the instant Jungkook breaks.

“My commander is Choi. Mina Choi!”

◈

“Hobi, I can’t do this.” Jimin grips his hair tightly as he paces back and forth in front of Hobi who is sitting up on his bed after Jimin rushed in without knocking. They’re still at their base and though it’s not exactly cottage core, it's comfortable enough.

“What are you talking about, Jimin-ah?” Hobi rasps, voice still laced with sleep.

“It’s Jungkook. I can’t…”

“Woah. Jungkook? Your Jungkook? What does he have to do with anything?”

“It’s him!” Jimin points down to the ground as if Hobi could understand that he means the holding cell. Clearly he doesn’t because he looks at Jimin like he’s going crazy.

“Babe. I think you need to lay off night watch duty and let someone else take your plac—”

“No! Listen to me. Jungkook….my tokki…he’s…he’s the alpha. We—oh god—we caught an alpha that turned out to be Jungkook which means he’s part of A.P.E.X. and…and…” Jimin rants, already on the verge of hyperventilating.

Hobi jumps off the bed as things start piecing together and places his hands on Jimin’s arms, gripping him tightly to calm him down. “Hey…hey…it’s okay. Jimin, look at me.”

Jimin looks up, but his eyes are wild and his heart is hammering in his chest. He basically just lied to Jungkook and left him in that room to suffer in rut while he ran out to give Hobi the information he gained, only to be hit with the fact that he actually has Jungkook within arms reach.

It’s all like some big crazy joke.

“Let me see if I understand, yeah?” Hobi questions calmly. “So, the alpha we captured and have in our holding room right now, is the Jeon Jungkook from The Genesis Project facility?”

Jimin nods but he’s shaking all over. There’s not much else he can say because he doesn’t even know how this all came to be. Why the hell has Jungkook chosen to work for such an evil cause?

Hobi stands back and runs a hand through his hair, making it even messier than it had been. “Okay. Wow, fuck. Um. So, this is what we’re going to do. Let’s let him get through his rut and then we’ll sit him down and talk through this. Maybe he’s not too far gone. We don’t know anything right now. Maybe he’ll be willing to talk.”

Jimin nods again, whispering an okay as Hobi paces in front of him. Truly, if he didn’t have Hobi he wouldn’t know what the hell to do. His hyung has always been an amazing leader especially in times of confusion, so Jimin is thankful someone has their head on right.

“I… got some information.” Jimin manages to reveal, voice still shaky. He doesn’t even know how he managed to get up from his kneeling position after the way Jungkook’s eyes burned into his skin. He felt himself catch on fire and almost gave in to someone he barely knows anymore. All in the name of getting answers. It was a low move, even for him, but it worked.

He’s not so sure how willing Jungkook will be to talk to him after that.

“Did he recognize you?” Hobi stops moving, turning to face him with wide and eager eyes.

“No, he didn’t. At least I don’t think he did, but he told me their location and lead commander’s name. I—”

“Holy fuck! Jimin, that’s insane! I’ve been trying to get that information for so long. Everything is so secret and hidden. Shit. We are going to have to keep him locked up for sure now. This is…thank you! What the hell did you even do? Was it the pheromone booster?”

Jimin wants to say, ‘no actually. I made him think I was going to suck his dick. I took advantage of his rutted-out state.’, but he's not about to expose his mishap like that. Hobi might understand because it’s for the cause after all, but Jimin doesn’t feel good about it at all.

After they talk, Hobi sends Jimin back to bed with the promise of getting together early in the morning for an emergency meeting. It’s exciting to know they finally have a lead, but his heart still feels incredibly heavy.

In his room he gets himself ready like a zombie, mind spiraling and replaying everything that took place tonight. He still can’t believe that he found Jungkook again. Can’t believe that his once innocent Kook-ah is now wrapped in a government run program that aims to control its people with an iron fist and ruin the lives of so many.

It’s all so surreal.

He also can’t believe that his pheromone booster worked so well, and that on the very first meeting with the man he hasn’t stopped thinking about, he ended up pushing Jungkook into a rut. Out of all the ways to reunite, seeing Jungkook begging for him and inhaling his scent like a hungry insatiable beast was not something he ever thought he’d experience.

Just the knowledge that Jungkook is a few floors down, tied to a chair and more than likely fully in a rut over Jimin’s scent is doing crazy things to his wolf. He tries to sleep, but it doesn’t come, his mind much too busy with endless questions.

Tae is beside him, having been dead asleep way before Jimin walked in, and Jimin envies him. Frustrated, he decides to go for a walk. Perhaps taking a few laps around the premises will tire him out.

He gets dressed quickly, throwing on some comfortable and loose clothing not caring how he looks. The only people on guard right now are too honed in on their job to even notice Jimin’s attire. He quietly makes his way out of his room, mindlessly walking in any direction. It’s all quite relaxing until he finds himself standing in the hallway where Jungkook is being held.

There are two new guards there now, so Jimin doesn’t feel as judged when he steps up to them and gestures toward the door. They open it without question and he nods his head in thanks before stepping inside.

Why he’s here, he doesn’t know, but it’s almost like he can’t help himself. As soon as he steps inside he’s hit with the most potent scent of arousal he’s ever experienced. It could almost rival the booster Tae created, but this is all natural and makes Jimin lose his mind. Jungkook is clearly very deep in his rut now.

“Jungkook?”

He scans the room as best as he can but there is no sound. The one light that used to be on above the chair in the center of the room is off and the hairs on the back of Jimin’s neck stand on end. He doesn’t like this one bit. His eyes dart over to the door where the light of the hallway illuminates through the cracks. He knows the guards have been there all night so Jungkook couldn’t have gone anywhere.

“Jungkook?” He tries again, though he really shouldn’t be calling him by his name. It gives away too much. But he can’t help himself. It’s like he needs to know.

His hands come in front of him as his eyes adjust to the darkness. Maybe the alpha is sitting in the chair just as before and he just can’t see him because the light is off. Maybe he fell asleep, his rut exhausting him into unconsciousness. Where the fuck is the light switch?

He touches the walls around him unsuccessful in finding any sort of switch. He’s not really too familiar with the layout of this room since they’ve never had any actual prisoners before. He’s just about to open the door and ask the omegas stationed outside to help him, but when he turns around, he’s instantly grabbed around the waist and tugged tightly against a rock hard chest.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Jimin.”

The air gets sucked out of Jimin’s lungs upon hearing his name and he freezes in fear.

He knows who he is. He fucking knows!

“How—?” Jimin whispers, not fully asking, too shocked to even form a complete sentence.

Jungkook chuckles weakly. He’s still struggling with the effects of the pheromones and it’s a miracle he’s even fighting against it this hard. “Took me a minute. The blond hair threw me off. But you knew my name…and that face. Could never forget a face like that.”

“I needed a fresh start.” Jimin defends. He dyed his hair once he joined Hobi’s cause and never looked back. He feels it gives him a slight edge and new identity. It worked because even Jungkook didn’t recognize him.

At first.

There’s a sharp object pressed to his neck that stops him from struggling and the arm around him is holding so tightly he can feel the alpha’s arousal pressing into his ass. This close, Jimin is drowning in rut pheromones and he has to fight against his wolf’s instinct to whine out and bare his neck.

“How did you get out?” Jimin questions calmly, doing his best to bring down Jungkook’s ire, but it’s not working. The alpha presses the blade deeper into Jimin’s neck causing him to gasp.

“Do you think I’m stupid, Jimin? That I would come unprepared? Hmm? You must because you thought that I wouldn’t remember you. Did you really think that I wouldn’t connect the scent?” Jungkook chuckles viciously against his ear, arm tightening. Jimin feels like a vice is squeezing the life out of him, nausea crawling up his chest.

“Scent? I barely presented before I was pulled away to be bred like a cow! You wouldn’t know my scent!” He snarls, mind battling between the need to be pressed against the wall and taken by the powerful alpha, or fight against him.

Instincts are a powerful thing, and it’s even worse because he knows Jungkook. Although they had a rough start as children, they ended up becoming closer than Jimin could have imagined. He’s always had a soft spot for him and he couldn’t understand why the younger always had a dislike for him. Thankfully, Jimin had won him over, but right now he’s not so sure he can.

He has to be responsible and Jungkook isn’t to be trusted. At least not yet.

Fuck he can’t think with all the pheromones!

“Stay still!” Jungkook hisses and Jimin suddenly realizes he’s been grinding back against him. His face turns incredibly hot, but he’s thankful for the darkness all around that hides the shame he’s currently feeling.

“Jungkook…please let’s just talk. I—I didn’t know it was you until I saw you down here. I can’t trust you. I had no choice. ”

“And you left me here…to fucking…” Jungkook stumbles into Jimin pushing them forward. Jimin finds himself pressed against the wall face first as Jungkook’s head falls to his shoulder. He’s clearly fighting his rut in favor of wanting to escape, but Jimin is fairing no better.

The knife near his neck starts to pull away without Jungkook being aware as he’s too focused on inhaling Jimin’s scent.

This would be a good time to flip the alpha over, call for help and get the hell out of there, but…

“Fuck…why do you smell so fucking good. Want you…want you so…” Jungkook bites his bottom lip to hold back his pathetic whimpers. Jimin feels a weird sort of smugness for making Jungkook so weak.

He shakes his head.

He needs to stop this.

All sense of logic goes right out of the window when Jimin feels a warm, wet tongue licking up his neck until it meets his jaw. His vision blurs around the edges and a tiny whine escapes him when Jungkook bites lightly over his skin.. “How about we make another deal?” He growls.

Jimin nods without even meaning to.

“What’s going to happen is you’re going to bend over this wall and present like a good boy—help me clear my fucking head enough so I can figure out how the hell to get out of here, yeah?”

Jimin shakes his head, the small amount of lucidity still battling in his brain keeping him from giving into his omega. “You’re not going anywhere.” He grits out, doing his best to sound unaffected.

And he feels a bit proud that he managed to deny Jungkook until a hand runs under his shirt and starts rubbing gentle circles over his belly. Jungkook tugs gently at the elastic of Jimin’s pants almost like he’s asking permission. Jimin isn’t so sure he is considering the fact that he’s so out of his mind in rut.

“You really haven’t changed, have you? Always think you’re the one in charge, always telling me what to do?” Jungkook tugs sharply until Jimin’s pants roll over the swell of his ass.

The omega gasps, hands going back to tug the material away from his grasp, but then Jungkook releases the knife entirely, throwing it somewhere to the ground. Without warning he turns Jimin around and grabs both of his wrists to press them into the wall above the omega’s head.

Like this, Jimin can feel the harsh breath coming from Jungkook’s mouth. His eyes have adjusted some and he swears he can see Jungkook’s hunger in the darkness. Being this close makes him feel dizzy. It gets worse when Jungkook presses forward, lips so close that Jimin juts his jaw up higher in order to find them. The alphas chuckles.

“If only you knew.”

“Knew what?" Jimin asks, a bit too breathless.

“How badly I fucking wanted you.” Jungkook whispers into his mouth. Jimin’s eyes roll back and he can’t help the grin that spreads over his lips.

“Oh, I knew. Why do you think I was so nice to you?”

Jimin hates the dark right now because all he really wants is to be able to see Jungkook’s expressions at that revelation.

“Nice?” Jungkook snorts, his sharp canines digging into Jimin’s bottom lip to tug before releasing it.

Jimin is completely lost for words. He’s soaked, slick leaking down his thighs sending a chill over him due to the exposure to air. His cock is barely covered, only the string of his pants keeping them hooked onto his erection. Were this any other alpha, Jimin would never….

But…

When soft lips press onto his, Jimin can’t help but to reciprocate. A relieved sigh leaves him as he lets Jungkook take from him, all while holding his arms over his head and pressing his own hard cock against Jimin’s. Everything feels so heavenly, the sensations and arousal intoxicating and making his omega cry out in relief.

He’s just about to beg for Jungkook to fuck him until he can’t breathe, but the moment is shattered when the door to the room bursts open. Hobi and Jin come rushing in, followed by several guards and Jimin barely has a second to react, pulling his pants back on and lifting a knee to Jungkook’s stomach.

The alpha groans, bending forward to grab his stomach at the pain and then the lights come on as Jungkook falls to the floor. All hell breaks loose after that. Seven omegas enter the room, all holding Jungkook down and doing their best to tie him up again. Hobi barks out orders for the guards to thoroughly check Jungkook this time and then Jin is at his side.

“Jimin…honey. Oh god, are you okay?”

Jimin nods, doing his best to hide his arousal as Jin coaxes him out of the room.

“What happened, darling? Were we too late? Did he touch you?”

Jimin should tell them the truth, but nothing about what Jungkook did was unwanted.

He lies.

“No. No, he didn’t. I’m fine.”

Jin smiles, but he’s clearly concerned. He runs his fingers through Jimin’s sweaty bangs, nose twitching in what is obviously him picking up on his scent of slick, but he makes no mention of it. Jimin knows what he’s thinking, can see the distress in Jin’s eyes at what he thinks could have happened to Jimin. Jin still bears the scars of having been forced into rooms with alphas in rut. Jimin holds his hands and smiles reassuringly. “I’m really fine. I promise.”

Jin nods and releases his calming lilac scent. He stays with Jimin while in the distance sounds of Jungkook’s struggles can be heard, roars tearing from his throat, and Jimin can’t do anything about it without people questioning his loyalty.

Only Hobi knows that the man they’re detaining is Jungkook, but would he understand that Jimin is completely and utterly torn about what to do right now? Jimin can’t just act like he doesn’t know Jungkook. He can’t act like they’re enemies when the last time he saw him Jungkook’s eyes were filled with tears as he watched Jimin being taken away.

There are countless memories of them spending nights together talking about what their future might hold and where they would go once they received their assignments. They were there for each other, and it’s killing him to sit idly by while the omegas battle to sedate the alpha, making sure he’s completely unable to escape.

Jimin still can’t believe Jungkook even undid his binds and managed to grab him like that. What the hell are they even teaching those alphas at A.P.EX.?

“Jimin?” Hobi calls out, shaking Jimin out of his racing thoughts.

“Yeah?” He looks up suddenly realizing the room has gotten quiet and the door to the holding room is once again closed.

“What the hell happened? I did not authorize a visit. We came down here to ask Jungkook some questions and the guards said you were already inside. You could have…”

“I’m fine. Everything is fine. I just…I couldn’t sleep and I needed answers.”

“Answers? At what cost, Jimin? You went in there completely unarmed. That alpha could have killed you.”

“But he didn’t! I told you, it’s him. It’s Jungkook. He would never—”

“Jungkook?” Jin suddenly stands, a shocked expression overtaking him as he stares between Jimin and Hobi.

No one answers him because Hobi is much too busy drilling into Jimin and he doesn’t need this right now.

“I don’t care who he is. He is still an alpha, and most importantly, an enemy. You can’t take risks like that. We may have developed ways to subdue monsters like him, but that doesn’t make them any less powerful. There is nothing in him that remains the Jungkook you used to know. You know this.”

Jimin shakes his head, upset that Hobi is changing his words when just earlier he was willing to talk with Jungkook to see if he was still salvageable.

“I know you’re upset, but—”

“Upset? Jimin…” Hobi sighs, squeezing the bridge of his nose while his other hand sits on his hip. He’s frustrated. Jimin feels guilty suddenly. “...you need to understand something. You’re like family to me. I need you. If something were to happen to you…”

Hobi drifts off, voice choked, and Jimin is on his feet in an instant wrapping his arms around the omega. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Hobi wraps his arms around Jimin as well and they hug it out, the tension in the air dissipating.

“Does anybody want to tell me what the hell is going on?” Jin cuts in, voice stressed and entirely confused.

Both Jimin and Hobi look at Jin and smile.

“My office.” Hobi sighs, walking out of the hall and to that exact place.

Jimin stands back with Jin, exchanging looks that convey confusion and anxiety.

There’s so much he doesn’t even know, but he’ll do his best to explain. Hopefully in the morning they can get answers.

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Jungkook has a headache. The worst he’s ever had in all of his twenty six years. He’s on the floor now, hands chained together and locked to a heavy hook on the wall. He doesn’t even remember how he ended up here. Last he remembers he was in a chair and had managed to pull out his well hidden laser cutter to undo the binds that held him down.

He was waiting for a chance to get out, but the door was heavily guarded and the lock difficult to pick. He had no choice but to wait it out for someone to come to him. He’d broken the lightbulb and reattached his night vision lens that thankfully had not been noticed. It’s easy to hide as it retracts into a small unit attached to his ear. It doesn’t look like much of anything and he’d been able to wear it as he waited for whoever it was that would come back into the room knowing he’d have the advantage.

That’s when Jimin had come back, completely vulnerable and unarmed. How stupid of him.

The first time he saw him he wasn’t sure who was in the room with him, so when the omega had gotten closer, it was like his life flashed before his eyes.

The different hair, look, and overall aura of Jimin was not something he was familiar with, so it took him longer than it would have to recognize him because he’d know that face anywhere. And the scent…gods…it reminded him of all the times he was sure he could smell sweet wildflowers. He had put those thoughts away knowing none of them were presented, so there couldn’t be any smell.

Apparently his sense of smell was better than most, a gift he learned he had while in alpha training camp. A gift that basically almost got him killed thanks to Jimin. First the omega knocked his ass to the ground with his overwhelming pheromones, and then got so close that Jungkook’s alpha was a complete fucking mess unable to defend himself.

He swallows thickly, suddenly thirsty after all the sweat that drained from his body last night. That rut was intense and brought on so quickly he barely had a hold on his faculties.

Slowly his mind starts to make sense of what took place, but he has no idea how long he was out for. Can’t even see any signs of light to tell him the hour.

And there is so much that’s happened within that time.

Jimin, it seems, is part of the resistance, and Jungkook has no choice but to do his job. It’s what he was trained to do, what he was hired for. He can’t let a past that he’s already put behind him affect what is now in front of him.

Alphas are still in danger of extinction, what with one born to every fifty omegas. Their groups are shrinking, no thanks to the successes of the resistance leader who has managed to steal more omegas than he can count.

It’s all a mess, and frankly Jungkook is getting tired of the fight, but what choice does he have? He has to stand for what’s right, has to defend his government and protect his leader, Kai Lee.

Jimin is clearly ignorant of everything, and if it were a different situation, perhaps Jungkook could have explained and maybe they could have reignited their relationship.

But this isn’t a different situation, this is Jimin, being a part of a group that has caused nothing but havoc to their organized system. Jimin, who for whatever reason, has joined a faction that so clearly believes they’re in the right when they aren’t. Jimin, who is now his enemy.

He breathes out and drops his head back against the wall, the low thud making him wince, but it’s grounding. It feels good to be himself again. His headache, however, is still bothering him. It’s probably because it’s been more than twelve hours since he took his vitamins. They always make him feel stronger and more put together. Being without them for so long is just making his body a little wonky. Nothing he can’t deal with.

He’s just about to start demanding water from whatever foolish omegas are outside of his door, when it unlocks. He stares hard, eyes waiting, heart beating faster. No, it’s not because he thinks he’ll see Jimin again.

He’s not ready for that right now.

“Jungkook, is it?” Asks an omega instead, one he thinks he recognizes from last night. They smell of lilacs.

“Who are you?” He husks, voice still strained.

“Taemin, bring him a water bottle.” The omega orders to the man standing at the threshold. He leaves instantly, bringing the bottle in less than ten seconds.

The tall omega grabs it smiling, thanking the omega known as Taemin before turning the cap and coming to stand before Jungkook.

“If I come down there and help you drink, you have to promise not to try and hurt me.”

Jungkook is tempted to fight, hell, his alpha is practically begging for it, but he’s still too weak. His thirst wins. “Okay.”

“Good. We’ll start with small sips so you don’t choke.” The omega says with a smile, getting down on one knee and tipping the bottle towards Jungkook’s lips. When the cool water hits his throat, bliss takes over and he swallows the liquid down greedily, gasping when it’s pulled away.

“There. Feels good, huh? You did a lot of yelling last night.”

Jungkook arches a brow at the omega and grunts. “Wouldn't have had to if you hadn’t drugged me with omega pheromones.”

The omega before him chuckles, a hand coming over his lips and then biting them to keep down his laugh. Jungkook is outraged. How is that even funny?

“Well, I had nothing to do with that one. But it was kinda crazy how well that worked. This kid— Jimin is always up to something outrageous.”

At Jimin’s name Jungkook perks up with interest and it’s not missed by the omega. “You can call me Jin. I’ve been sent in to question you though I don’t think I’m very good at these things.”

“I won’t say anything more.”

“I know you won’t. Jimin told me as much. But you did tell him enough, didn’t you?”

Jin’s words make Jungkook’s chest burn, the heat climbing up his neck and spreading through his face. He’s actually quite ashamed he let a pretty omega on his knees make him so stupid that he spilled secrets he swore to protect. When he escapes he’s going to get punished for his mistake, he’s sure of it.

“I was under the influence. Drugs can make people do things they don’t want to.”

“Hmm.” Jin hums, clearly not believing a word Jungkook has said. And the behavior irks the alpha like nothing else. Jin doesn’t even know him, yet he has the audacity to strut in here and act like he holds all the cards in his hands.

“Who exactly are you, Jin? From the looks of you I’d say you are no fighter. You smell of omega, are soft and too pretty. What is your role here?”

Jin just laughs, so loud it echoes through the room. Its sound is squeaky and Jungkook is fascinated. What is wrong with the people of this place? First they force him to be subjected to concentrated pheromones and now he’s being ridiculed?

“You’re a funny guy. I can see why he was your friend. But, I’m not the one you need to be worried about.” Jin walks away, placing a hand to the doorknob before twisting it open. He looks over his shoulder one last time before leaving, smiling like he knows something Jungkook doesn’t. And Jungkook is left annoyed.

He wonders who else is coming to ask him stupid questions. Will he have to endure the entirety of this ridiculous cell group?

Some time goes by, not more than an hour, when the door to his room is opened. With the way Jin was being so cryptic, Jungkook was expecting some big ass soldier that was going to beat his ass until he spilled everything.

Turns out it’s nothing of the sort.

Jimin enters this time and behind him follows someone a little taller with a head of bright red hair. When the other enters completely, Jungkook’s eyes widen tenfold and his breath is stolen right from his lungs.

“Kook-ah!” Taehyung yelps, barreling towards Jungkook at full speed. Jimin holds him back and turns him around to whisper something almost like he’s getting after a toddler.

Taehyung pouts, just like he used to do, and it takes everything within Jungkook not to react to it.

Jimin and Tae are both here. Together. What are the odds?

“Jungkook. I brought Tae here so that we can discuss some things. It’s imperative that you are informed about what is really going on. Since you know us, I would hope you can trust us.”

Jungkook scoffs, turning his head to the side to stare at the white wall in front of him. “Trust is a very unreliable thing. If there is any truth to be had, you’d both be smart to learn what the truth really is.”

“Kook–ah, don’t be like that! It’s…”

Jungkook turns to look at Tae, surprised to see he’s pretty much acting like the same person he remembers from way back. Too bad Jimin isn’t.

“Don’t try to rationalize with him, Tae. He’s been brainwashed.”

Jungkook cackles out, body releasing some of the pent up stress he had to endure the night before. “That’s rich coming from you. Last night you attacked me before I had a chance to react and then locked me in here without a care in the world. If anyone is brainwashed, it’s you, Jimin.”

“Hyung!” Jimin demands.

“I’m not calling you hyung! I don’t even know you anymore!” Jungkook screams back, the tension in the room increasing tenfold.

Tae stands in the room awkwardly, probably not expecting things to be so tense. He pouts and looks at Jungkook, his scent of strawberry attempting to fill the air and calm everyone.

“Jimin, can you give me a minute?” Tae asks sweetly and Jungkook watches how Jimin’s face melts instantly.

“Yeah. Of course.”

As soon as Jimin walks out Jungkook releases a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “He’s turned into a real grump, hasn’t he?” Jungkook grumbles, somehow more at ease with Taehyung although they’ve only just been reunited after ten years.

Thankfully Taehyung smiles and then he comes to sit right in front of Jungkook, elbows at his knees and a big smile on his face. “So, alpha, huh?”

“Alpha.” Jungkook affirms. A smug grin on his lips.

“I kinda knew you would be. Gods, there’s so much that has happened Guk–ah. I’ve missed you so much.”

Jungkook almost replies that he missed him, too, but he holds back.

“So, you’re a part of A.P.E.X..”

Jungkook remains silent.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. How about I talk and you listen?”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything again, but he does stare right at Tae.

“I gather that you work for a government agency that seeks out to squash what we’re doing, so I don’t expect you to drop allegiance. I will, however, tell you what I’ve been up to since we last saw each other.”

He waits for a bit for Jungkook’s body language to change, but the alpha remains attentive. He really has missed Tae. He wishes he could say it, but he doesn’t know these people anymore.

“So, when I presented, you know I was taken to the omega facility where they were supposed to assign my role. Turns out, I never had an option to choose.”

Jungkook’s head tilts and Tae smiles. “They say we omegas and alphas can volunteer to breed and they basically expect that we will, but it is not always voluntary for omegas. Most of us are sent to breeding centers. I at least was given a few days before I was swept away. Jimin…”

Tae waits for Jungkook to stop clenching his jaw.

“...Jimin was taken the moment he presented. His family has a long line of very fertile and successful alpha producing omegas. His fate was sealed the instant he turned sixteen. They didn’t need to wait for him to fully present. I, on the other hand, am just a regular boring omega that somehow has really good genetics.”

“You’re not boring.” Jungkook can’t help but slip. Taehyung’s smile widens and he reaches out to grab Jungkook’s hand.

“Thanks, Kook–ah. Anyways, I was taken to the center where they began pumping so many hormones into me I could hardly see straight. Some of my roommates were just like me, alone and scared—unsure. The others were…ruined. The look in their eyes told of sorrow and fear. They’d been in there longer. Had been bred more times than they could count. Whenever they were successful in pregnancy, the center would follow up constantly, testing the embryo for alpha genetics. If it was anything else, they’d remove it unless they found the genetics to be useful. They always preached about letting things take a natural course, but that wasn’t true. Not always. They’ve been intrusive since the day we we were born”

Jungkook flinches. Everything that he’s hearing sounds out of a nightmare and completely false. This is not what he’s heard or seen at all. Everything he’s defended has been ethical and moral. This is all…

“Of course, in order to make it seem normal, they would pretend like we chose to go there. They’d take their time making our bodies ready so that at eighteen they could throw us into a breeding room with an alpha we didn’t even know. Sadly, some of those alphas were forced into rut, completely out of their minds and unaware of everything they did. They were ravenous while the omegas… well, you get the drift.”

“Tae, that’s not true. I know plenty of alphas that do what they want. Omegas too. Hell, betas are brilliant and…” Jungkook tries and the look of sorrow that passes the omega’s face makes him want to swallow back those words.

“I know you were told something else, but I was there. I lived it. And I was saved just in time. Jimin came for me. He got to me just as I turned seventeen. Took me away before they could damage my omega any further. I never had to endure the breeding, but what I saw was enough to stay with me for a lifetime.”

Jungkook takes in how Tae studies his face and it makes him uncomfortable. What he’s just been told is a lot and he’s not sure if he’s being lied to. But why would Tae lie to him? He’s only one alpha. He has no power at A.P.E.X.. Is it because they know him that they think they can manipulate him?

The thing is, Tae doesn’t look like he’s lying and from what he remembers, that is not the type of person he was. His head starts hurting more—the pain making him squint his eyes tightly.

“Jungkook, are you okay?” Tae asks, hand coming up to cup his chin. “Hey, look at me. What’s wrong?”

“I…I don’t know. I…have a headache.” Just as he finishes those words, flashes of white blaze behind his eyelids and he slumps against the wall.

“Fuck. Jimin!” Tae screams and Jimin comes running right in.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s Jungkook. I think he’s having some sort of episode.”

“I’m not having anything.” Jungkook grunts, but then his body starts to shiver and Tae jumps to action.

“Untie him! Give me the key.”

“Tae are you crazy? He’s probably faking.”

“Jimin! How could you say that? You of all people!? He’s not faking this. We need to release him and get him some medical help.”

Jungkook sees the hesitance in Jimin’s face, but there’s something else there…worry.

“Okay. Just—” Jimin pulls out the key from his pocket and together they unlock Jungkook from his chains. Tae helps him to his feet, but everything is incredibly blurry and his knees feel weak.

“Lea, call a medic to my room. Hurry!” Jimin orders and then he and Tae walk him out of the room he’s been in for who knows how long.

Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to take in the direction they go in, hating that his mind is so fucked over that he can’t do his job correctly. The next thing he feels is his body falling, his weight landing on soft sheets that smell like a field of wildflowers and then he’s out.

Chapter Text

“What are we going to do with him?” Tae asks, his brows furrowed and hands ringing nervously. He looks so worried and Jimin can understand why. After their medic left, it was clear that Jungkook’s body was going through a withdrawal from all the garbage they continuously pumped into him. It’s all poison, years and years of it.

“I don’t know. At least he’s stable for now.”

Tae nods and then he finds a chair to sit on. “I’m so tired of all of this, Jimin. I can’t believe they have Jungkook. Our Jungkookie! How could this have happened? When did this happen? Gods…do you think they’re going to come looking for him?”

“I’m sure they will. Hobi assigned extra surveillance all around our base and our techs changed the terrain above to hide what it looked like before. It’ll be impossible to find us. They had no clue before, just minor intel, but if anyone does come, we’ll be ready.”

Tae hugs himself tightly and leans back, exhaustion overtaking his features. “I just want everything to get better.”

“Me, too, Taebear.” Jimin soothes, releases calming pheromones that have Tae yawning.

“Too bad I can’t sleep here. This big ol’ alpha is taking up the whole bed.” Tae pouts and Jimin snorts.

“Yeah. He is, isn’t he? Who would’ve thought our tokki would become such a big bad alpha.”

Tae laughs and then glances towards Jungkook fondly. “It’s crazy isn’t it? Seems like just yesterday he was cuddling up with you on the sofa.”

Jimin’s smile turns sad, his eyes getting wetter the more he dwells on memories of the past. He can’t change things now, there’s been too much pain and suffering to be healed, but he hopes that soon enough there will be a change.

Right now, the main thing he has to worry about is the alpha in his bed who’s body is going through a heavy stress once again, but this time it’s not Jimin’s fault.

“Go get some rest, Tae. Tell Hobi hyung that I’ve got things under control. Jungkook is sedated and there are guards at my door. I’ll be fine.”

Tae nods and then he’s gone, leaving Jimin alone in his room to stare at a man he doesn’t even know. He thinks he may have seen some hints of his old Jungkookie, but it’s hard to tell. It’s evident the alpha has been hardened and trained to be a weapon for the government. Time will only tell if he’s willing to listen to reason.

The past few days have been hell and exhaustion takes over Jimin. He finds himself rummaging through his drawers for sleep clothes, his instincts on high alert now that there is a stranger in his home, on his bed and in his nest.

It’s making him feel all sorts of uncomfortable feelings, but he tells himself, if this were the old Jungkook, he would have done the same in a heartbeat.

He enters the shower, quickly washing away the day and then prepares himself for sleep. The couch will have to do since his small unit apartment doesn’t have space for much else. It’s big enough for him to sleep in, so he finds all the extra blankets and pillows he needs before settling himself onto the couch to sleep.

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“Do you have a trace on him?” Namjoon whisper-yells at Yoongi. They’re back at their base, Yeji included and they’re scrambling.

“If…if commander Choi gets wind of this, we’ll…”

“We’re not going to tell her, Yeji–ah. You know what happens to alphas who fail. Let’s just see if we can figure out how to get Jungkook back ourselves. It’s not something we can’t figure out. We've been trained for this shit.” Yoongi huffs, pressing his palms into his eyes to stave off a massive headache.

It’s been almost twenty four hours since they were struck by the resistance they were merely trying to investigate. Yoongi, thankfully, had been in the van urgently trying to get coms back on, but Namjoon and Yeji were faced with one omega who was more than likely not expecting them to be together. They managed to throw them off and run, but not before getting separated by another chase. Somehow they managed to run off, successfully arriving at their designated meeting point should things go South. Jungkook had not made it back with them.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he’s figured out a way to escape. I’m sure he’ll be coming through that door any minute.” Yoongi tries to assuage, but from the look on his face, he’s just as worried.

“Look, this is what’s going to happen.” Namjoon declares, hand in front of him like his plan is sure to work. “We simply need to figure out where exactly this base is and get inside and grab Jungkook and leave without a trace.” He says, eyes wide and face wild.

Yeji snorts and Yoongi just looks at him with a confused expression. “Wow, Joon–ah! Why didn’t I think of that in the first place?”

“Hyung! What else can we do? We’re a unit. We have to return to base together and debrief commander Choi of any and all findings in two weeks time. If he’s not back by then…”

“Fuck, don’t you think I know that? But let’s be real. This is…it’s fucking Jungkook. He’s our toughest alpha. If they have him…”

“Yeah, we’re fucked.” Yeji speaks up knowing damn well that if they can take down Jungkook they’re all in trouble.

“Okay. Okay, let’s just keep working. Clearly we were close otherwise they wouldn’t have retaliated. Jungkook is out there and we have to find him.”

The two alphas silently agree with Namjoon’s words and continue recalling information in order to figure out a plan. There’s no way they’re going to let Jungkook get hurt. They’re fully equipped and trained for combat and can overpower whatever threat comes their way.

Jungkook’s going to be fine.

He is fine.

And they have fourteen days to find him.

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Jungkook is not fine and Jimin is losing his mind. He spent the better part of the night trying to get Jungkook’s convulsions under control and keeping his fever down. The medic gave Jimin all the instructions on how to medicate Jungkook and it was probably for the best since Jimin’s anxiety had him berating the medic for not helping Jungkook fast enough.

It’s been hours since he’s last had an episode and Jimin is on the brink of losing his mind. He doesn’t know how many times he can sedate Jungkook without overdoing it. The problem is that Jungkook is huge and he runs the course of the medication he gives him way too quickly.

Tae has come back and forth to help as best as he can, but Jimin tells him he’s fine because he has to be. This is all his fault. No, this is all the government's fault. If Lee had just done things like he promised, Jimin wouldn’t have been separated from Jungkook in the first place, and he wouldn’t be here now trying to help him detox.

He sighs and runs a hand through Jungkook’s messy hair. It’s about time for him to wipe the alpha’s sweaty body down again. He reaches for the cool cloth, pulls down the blanket that cover’s Jungkook’s modesty and starts to wipe away all the sweat. He tries to remind himself that this man is a stranger, that he is no longer the Jungkook he knows and that this body…this body is government property.

But gods, is it a body.

He can’t help but chuckle at the thought that he managed to knock Jungkook on his ass. Never in his life has he been able to do something like that. Most of the battles he’s faced he’s gotten in a few hits, but he’s never been able to drop them so quickly. It’s kinda ridiculous how brilliant Tae and Soobin are.

Jungkook’s muscles twitch as Jimin continues to touch him and Jimin smiles.

Jungkook really was so special to him. He tried to look for him countless times; for him and Namjoon, upon Tae’s insistence—but nothing came up.

He and Hobi barely found Tae, thanks to Jin’s connections, but he spent so long wondering where his other friends could be. Never in a million years would he have imagined Jungkook entering such a vile program. It’s almost impossible to even fathom that his sweet Jungkook would even agree to such a thing. He truly never expected to see him again. Especially not like this.

Wiping over his brow, Jimin softly runs his fingertips over the chiseled jaw before him, lightly dancing over his cheek, where they eventually settle on the alpha’s lips. He presses down on them, his other hand still holding the wet towel over Jungkook’s forehead.

Jungkook’s intake of breath makes him jolt his hand back, laughing out of his nose at how cute and calm the alpha looks right now. He’s just about to rinse out the towel in the bowl on the bedside table when a strong hand comes out and grabs his wrist.

Jimin freezes, breath caught in his throat as Jungkook’s eyes crack open slightly to stare at him with a frown.

“Wh–…” Jungkook tries to speak, but his throat is scratchy and although he grabs Jimin’s wrist tightly, it’s not strong enough to keep him from tugging away.

“Shh. You’re sick, Jungkook. Just lie back and rest.”

“Wh–Why?” He asks, and it’s not about what Jimin has said but more so about the omega’s actions.

“Why am I taking care of you?” He asks, watching as Jungkook nods weakly.

“You should know why. I’ll always take care of you.” He whispers when he notices Jungkook’s eyes closing again. “You’re my bun.”

Jungkook passes out again.

The next day comes and Jimin finds himself pinned underneath a heavy weight. He blinks away his sleep, the faux light of the room signaling him to wake up through an automated sunlight simulation. He’s thankful for it knowing that without some form of light they might go crazy being underground like this. But they have no other choice.

He realizes too late that he’d fallen asleep beside Jungkook, surely having passed out due to exhaustion, but now he’s in a different position. He sighs quietly, lifting up a hand to push Jungkook’s fringe back and check his temperature.

The alpha, still pretty as ever, is dead asleep—on top of him. Jimin drops his hands to the side of his head, surrendering to Jungkook’s sleepy form and accepting that he is now a pillow.

His fingers twitch, wanting so badly to touch again. It’s hard not to when all he ever did long ago was caress and soothe the younger constantly. Strangely, he can feel the alpha slowly regaining his health, and at a soft sigh from the younger’s lips, Jimin can’t help but give in to his desires.

Slowly and delicately he reaches up and runs his fingers through Jungkook’s tangled hair. He’ll make sure to help him brush through it later, that is, if Jungkook is willing. He feels another sigh against the delicate flesh of his neck and it’s then that he realizes the alpha has tucked himself right into his scent gland.

An involuntary shiver runs over his frame and as if Jungkook can sense it, he tucks himself in deeper, lips barely brushing the skin.

Jimin stills. No one has ever gotten that close to his most sensitive area. He’s only scented his friends with his wrists, so this is…new.

Jungkook seems to be happy with his new position, hot puffs of air hitting Jimin’s neck every few seconds. Jimin’s fingers run over Jungkook’s head to the nape of his neck where he buries them deeper and tugs lightly. The alpha shifts suddenly, full weight still on top of the omega, but now a strong thigh is pushed right between his legs.

“Fuck.” Jimin whispers out, breath caught in his throat when the alpha starts nosing at his neck. Does he even know what he’s doing? Jimin is tempted to wake him, but he’s not even sure if Jungkook is conscious yet. The alpha has been through a lot and his body has to still be recovering. There’s no way…

“Jimin?” The alpha whispers and Jimin almost melts into the sheets.

“Hm?” He hums, unable to reply completely. He realizes a little too late that he’s covered in goosebumps and that he may or may not have a small bit of slick already building up near his opening.

Gods, when did he become this depraved?

Jungkook shoots up, arms straight and hands on either side of Jimin’s head as he stares down at the omega with a tilt to his head and confusion on his face. “Jimin?”

“Hi.” Jimin offers, unable to think of anything else to say. If he’s being honest, he’s kind of scared right now. He didn’t expect for Jungkook to recover so quickly in such a short time. Finding himself under such an imposing alpha is something he wasn’t prepared for, lying there with nothing but a loose fitting shirt and shorts.

Jungkook shakes his head and pulls back into a sitting position giving Jimin room to breathe. The omega scrambles back and sits near the headboard with his legs tucked to one side. He doesn’t dare move or say anything as the alpha regains his senses.

“Why am I here?” He asks, naked chest and all. And Jimin is really trying his best to focus when that chest is coupled with messy bed hair and a gruff morning voice.

“You were sick. You needed medical attention. I—”

“I was sick?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while since you’ve been detained and we think that maybe you were having withdrawals.” Jimin replies softly hoping that the alpha won’t turn on him.

It doesn’t seem that Jungkook will. From what Jimin can tell he still looks a little disoriented and tired.

“Shit. I haven’t taken my vitamins in hours. Of course I’ll have withdrawals. My alpha body needs them to be strong and—”

“It’s been days.”

Jungkook stops, turning to look at Jimin like he’s finally registering his existence fully.

“Those vitamins aren’t what you think they are.” Jimin says, stopping when Jungkook seems ready to argue, but he doesn’t, so Jimin continues. “I know Tae talked to you and told you a bit about what’s really happening. But you have to understand that the government doesn’t have your best interest at all. What they claim to be doing to help is a lie. They are hurting us. Hurting alphas by giving them drugs that make them…”stronger”. None of this is natural, and if anything, it’s making things worse. Scientific leader Lee….”

“Be careful.” Jungkook snarls and Jimin flinches back, omega on alert and ready to retaliate if needed.

“Lee might have had good intentions initially, but the power has gotten to his head. Breeding is not what it seems. He’s put a veil over everyone’s eyes. You’ve been sick for days because of those so-called vitamins. When I was first rescued I also had to purge everything.” Jimin slows his words down, tone calm and quiet as he relays the information to Jungkook while releasing calming pheromones hoping the alpha before him stops bristling.

“I feel fine.” He simply says as if that would defend everything that’s been done to him.

Jimin doesn’t understand why he’s so hardheaded. “You weren’t fine two days ago. I thought you were going to die. I thought—”

Jimin’s voice is agitated, tears are on the brink of forming and Jungkook’s attention is immediately back on him. “I wasn’t going to die.” The alpha grumbles and it comes off too rough and aggressive.

The omega flinches. “I almost died.” Jimin reveals and Jungkook stops completely. “I was given so many hormone treatments and drugs to enhance my pheromones for months. I basically forgot who I was. My friend…our resistance leader, he rescued me. My withdrawals were horrible. I went into a coma for a week. I—”

“Jimin.” Jungkook’s voice softens, eyes pinned to the omega and Jimin’s breath hitches.

“I barely made it, but thanks to the omegas and all their hard work I pulled through. That’s why I was so determined to save Tae as soon as I could. I didn’t want him going through what I went through. And…I tried to find you, too, you know. I tried for so long, but it was like you completely disappeared. There was no trace of you whatsoever.”

Jungkook sits there, blanket barely covering his modesty as he takes in what Jimin has said. He doesn’t respond, just stares at Jimin with an indiscernible expression. It’s such a weird change after having had to deal with Jungkook’s defensive moods for days.

Jimin decides to change the subject, the atmosphere much too depressing. “Are you hungry?” He asks and Jungkook seems to perk up at the question.

“Yeah.” He admits, stomach growling on cue.

Jimin giggles and freezes when Jungkook’s eyes fly to his face. “What?” He asks, worried that maybe Jungkook isn’t going to be reasonable and might kill him after all.

“Nothing…it’s just…you sound the same.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, your giggle. It’s—”

Jimin scooches forward on his knees so that he’s right in front of Jungkook. The alpha tenses and Jimin bites back a smile. “It’s still me, tokki. Please just trust me. Trust Tae. We’re just trying to make things better.”

Jungkook doesn’t respond, just sits there looking at Jimin, eyes flicking to his lips then back to his eyes. The omega pretends he doesn’t see it.

“I’ll have someone bring us food. I’ll get ready first.”

With that he hops off the bed and heads to the bathroom, dropping his hands onto the sink and rolling his shoulders a few times before looking in the mirror. He looks horrible, but at least his effort was worth it. Jungkook is better and he even seems willing to listen. He sighs and rushes to shower, preparing himself in under ten minutes.

When he steps out he finds Jungkook sitting on the edge of his bed, fully dressed in the clothes he wore before getting captured. Jimin wrinkles his nose at him and steps closer. “You know you can shower, right? I can find you some clothes and—”

“Why are you keeping me here, Jimin?”

Jimin sighs, closing his eyes and rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Jungkook, I’m not the bad guy here. Why are you fighting me so much? Don’t you remember who I was? Who I am? We used to be so close.”

“Used to be.” Jungkook repeats but it’s not full of disdain. He seems pensive.

“Yeah. I mean…we could be again. I…I don’t know anything right now. Let’s just eat, yeah?”

Jungkook gives in a little too quickly, probably due to exhaustion and hunger. He nods and gets to his feet, his height making Jimin a little dizzy. He keeps forgetting how big Jungkook is now.

“About that shower…” Jungkook prompts, a tiny smile adorning his lips and Jimin's heart skips a beat.

“Right in there…”

◈

“How’s it going with the alpha?” Jin asks, smiling when he notices Jimin’s cheeks turn pink.

“It’s okay, I think?”

“You think?”

Jimin nods already hating having to repeat what’s been going on to Jin. He’s already debriefed Hobi who was pretty shocked to hear that Jungkook has been less aggressive and more willing to listen. Tae has been with Jungkook every day for the past three days and Jimin has spent every night on his couch suffering because Jungkook treats him like some stranger. He and Jungkook have gotten a little familiar, but it’s nothing like the way Tae and he just got right back into things.

He’s not jealous or anything.

“Yeah, it’s just…Jungkook seems a little apprehensive to open up to me. He’s taking in everything Tae says though and I’m thankful for that. He still seems attached to A.P.E.X..”

“That’s understandable. It’s probably the only thing he knows. Who knows how long he was there. Besides, he’s healthy and open to the truth, which is all that matters.”

“I suppose. He just hasn’t told us anything more than what he told me that night. Which is funny because we looked into the base of operations location he gave and found nothing. The name of his commander, however, does check out. But it’s hard to get a solid placement on her since she moves around a lot.”

“Hmm. I mean, can you blame him? He’s probably trying to protect his friends.”

“I suppose. It’s just that…why can’t he understand that what he’s trying to protect is wrong?”

“Jimin…he’ll come around eventually.” Interrupts Hobi who struts in like he’s been part of the conversation the entire time. “Think of when you first got here and we told you everything that was going on. It was only because you’d experienced some of it that you were able to swallow that information. You hadn’t even been exposed to the breeding rooms yet. It took Jin’s experience to make you want to fight along with us. You were a scared little omega.” He chuckles at the memory.

Jimin pretends to be offended, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. “Scared my ass. I’ve taken down more alphas than you can count.”

Jin cackles in the background, walking around Jimin to meet up with Hobi and places a hand on his lower back to whisper something into his ear. Jimin lifts a brow at the sudden boldness. Hobi just turns to look at Jin, smiling softly and nodding before the omega walks away.

Once they’re alone Jimin whistles low and teasing. “What was that about, oh high commander?”

“Shut up.” Hobi complains, but he wears a big smile.

“Oh no, you’re not going to just skip over that! Are you guys official yet or…”

Hobi sighs, “Jimin–ah, you know there’s too much shit going on right now to even entertain the idea of a commitment. Not to mention, it’s not exactly welcome for equal sub genders to mingle.” He reminds, waving a hand around as if bored of bringing up that subject.

“Yeah. I know. It’s just…I want your happiness, hyung.”

Hobi smiles and turns around fully to face Jimin. “And I want yours, that’s why I’m sending you on another mission. I think we may have a lead on one of the larger breeding facilities. We’ve gained access codes to one of the delivery doors and plan to infiltrate it. There’s usually less surveillance during the guard shift changes around three in the morning. You’ll go with Tae and get inside, scout the area and get an idea of the layout. We’ll make an extraction plan after. If we continue like this, we’ll shut down all of these locations within six months.”

Jimin nods like he’s ready to go right now. “When?”

“In a few days, give or take. Should be enough time for you to get ready.”

Jimin is excited by the news, but he doesn’t miss the sad smile on Hobi’s lips. He steps closer. “Where did you get this info?” He asks, always curious about who their informants are.

“Myself.”

“Hyung?”

“Don’t.” Hobi frowns, stopping Jimin from questioning him.” Sometimes I have to do things that require lowering my pride to get what I want. It’s nothing. You already know this.”

Jimin seethes because he already has an idea about how Hobi lowers his pride, but his hyung always tries to hide it. It seems times are desperate and the omega is willing to do whatever it takes. “Hobi hyung! You can’t just keep giving your body to those fucking animals. There are better ways…better…”

“Jimin.” Hobi lifts up a hand. “I know everything you are going to say and I agree with it all, but I am one omega out of many. My life is temporary, I have had the privilege of freedom, but those omegas…those poor babies who were sent to those breeding facilities at the age of sixteen to be prepped for such savage acts…that is more important than me using my body to get what I want.”

Jimin’s eyes fill with tears, and he feels an anger building inside of him that he can’t control. He hates that Hobi does such things, and wonders if Jin ever tries to stop him. Surely there are better ways to get information from those horrible alphas who run those places. Everyone has a price, Hobi once said, but he never thought his hyung would offer himself up as the prize.

He can’t talk anymore, throat closing at the thought of having to swallow the information he’s just received. He has to just grin and bear it because at the end of the day, they have the codes they need and a possible rescue mission underway. As second in command he must continue on knowing that everything that’s happening is bigger than both of them.

◈

“How do you eat this stuff?” Jungkook grumbles, staring at the porridge-like substance in the bowl before him. He watches Jimin, who snorts at his comment and comes to sit beside him on the bed.

“It’s the best we can get, Kook–ah. We are a secret organization after all. We can’t just order in and have things delivered here.” The omega replies sassily, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Jungkook frowns, turning his head back to look at the bowl in front of him, too afraid to show any emotion to the man beside him.

It’s been an awkward few days, this morning being the first time he was able to stand for a longer period of time without assistance. He feels stronger than he did, but nothing like what he felt when he had those vitamins inside of him. It’s a strange feeling to not want to rip someone’s head off every hour.

“And where exactly is here, Jimin?” Jungkook sneakily asks, knowing that the omega more than likely won’t fall for it.

He doesn’t.

“It’s hyung, you brat. And as you can tell, we’re well hidden, so don’t bother guessing. Also, you should talk about nice things. I did sacrifice not eating at the mess hall so you wouldn’t be alone.”

Jungkook scoffs at that. “I’m not calling you hyung. And, I never asked for you to keep me company. I never asked to be kept at all.”

His words are clipped and meant to be just as impudent as Jimin’s responses have been, but the omega’s face changes into something that makes Jungkook uncomfortable. After that, things are silent, Jimin having walked away to the small living room area to eat alone.

It’s best that he has because Jungkook doesn't think of anything to say. Yes, he’s heard everything Tae had to say and even took in what Jimin went through, but it’s not easy to wipe away years of training just on a few words from people he hasn’t known for ten years.

They spend the rest of the day like this, with Jimin going in and out of his room to do whatever it is that he does here. Jungkook isn’t exactly sure what this place is considering that Jimin has a living space in it. It must be some sort of abandoned building or perhaps some secret facility. He doesn’t remember seeing a structure outside, but that could be due to the trees that crowded the forest.

It’s about lunchtime and his stomach is growling again. He’s just about to complain to the guards that he knows are watching the room when the front door opens. Jungkook has been hiding in Jimin’s bedroom the entire time. He tried to keep busy, exercising using the area around him so that he remains in pique physical condition, but he still feels restless.

Most of the time his curiosity gets the better of him and maybe he’s snooped around a little. Of course he didn’t find anything, not like he was expecting to. Jimin isn’t stupid.

Though he doesn’t find anything physical, there is one thing he can’t seem to get away from. Jimin’s scent. It’s all around, on every surface filling Jungkook’s lungs to capacity, and it has his alpha on constant alert.

“Jungkook?”

The alpha hears his name being called by none other than Jimin. Strangely, hearing his name from the omega’s mouth still brings a weird sensation over him. It reminds him a lot of the way Jimin would only use it when he was being serious. Most of the time he called him tokki, which still irritates him. By no means is he a bunny at all anymore. If anything, he’s a big bad wolf. Jimin would do well to learn this.

He doesn’t answer, just waits in the room knowing the omega will come find him like he always does. If there is one thing Jimin is, it’s persistent.

“Jungkoo—, oh there you are. I’ve brought lunch.” Jimin offers up a tray with a big smile. Jungkook turns away and nods his head with a tiny grunt.

“Still stubborn, I see.”

“Not stubborn, just wondering when I’ll be let go.”

Jimin scoffs. “Stubborn, like I said.”

At this Jungkook turns to look at Jimin. He thinks his eyes might hold a bit more insolence than he intends because Jimin looks away as he sets the tray on a small table in the room. His back is to Jungkook now and the alpha can’t help it when he runs his eyes down his entire body.

It seems like Jimin feels it, his small body shivering slightly. “You know…I never thought I would see you again.” He says, quietly, and Jungkook just stands by the opposite wall, listening.

“Once upon a time I would’ve walked through fire for you.” Jimin chuckles, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder.

“I never asked you to.”

“Yeah. I know, but it was hard not to. You were adorable, and it was hard for me to say no to you. I liked you too much. I thought I’d never see you again.” Jimin declares as if he hasn’t just gripped Jungkook by the throat with those words alone.

He felt the same things, but he and Jimin were mostly friends. He won’t lie and say he didn’t know he had that power over Jimin. It was his favorite thing to make the older take care of him. But right now, he doesn’t need anyone. He hasn’t needed anyone for ten years.

“I wish…” Jimin tries but stops short, taking a deep breath and staring at the wall in front of him again “I wish things had never changed. I—”

Jungkook's arms are crossed, defensive he knows, but he can’t help it. Jimin used to always shake his walls down and it seems he still can. The audacity of the omega to think he can just come in here and start spilling things from the past like that’s going to immediately mend what’s between them.

“We’re not kids anymore. Things changed because they had to. And we have no control over it. It’s as simple as that. I don’t know what delusion you’re trying to achieve but—”

Jimin spins around before Jungkook finishes, marching towards him with a murderous look and the alpha almost wants to laugh until he realizes how intimidating the blond looks.

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But there’s one thing you’re wrong about! We do have control! Just because bad things were forced onto us back then doesn’t mean we don’t have the power to change it!” Jimin lashes out, arms waving about crazily. His eyes are frenzied and his scent is soured.

Jungkook steps back.

He doesn’t like Jimin in his space like this.

“You’re ignorant.” He throws back. “You think you can change anything? You’re just a helpless omega. What can you do?” Jungkook huffs out bitterly as Jimin steps closer.

Where the hell the omega thinks they’ll end up is beyond him because the wall is literally a few inches behind the alpha’s back.

“Helpless? I literally kicked your ass!” Jimin yells, chest almost connected with Jungkook’s.

The alpha lets out a hearty laugh that comes straight from his stomach. He finds the wall behind him and turns to place a hand against it, exaggerating the fact that he has to hold himself up in order not to fall over from laughing.

Jimin’s eyes fill with rage. He places his small hands on the alpha’s shoulders and pushes him up until the alpha’s back hits the wall. Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise.

“You’re just like the rest of them. Ignorant alpha brain always thinking with their knot! Fuck you, Jungkook!”

“Fuck me? Fuck you! Just like I said, you’re weak. Had to use fucking pheromone boosting drugs to knock me down. You’re only useful to get bred…”

Smack.

It’s so loud it resounds throughout the small bedroom and when Jungkook registers the pain, he realizes Jimin is before him frozen like a statue with a look of complete shock on his face.

“Jungkook…I’m—”

Jungkook should let it go because he knows he pushed this. Jimin does have him hostage, but he hasn’t been mistreated, and if everything he’s been saying is true, there is really no reason for the alpha to be so mean.

But he’s not going to let it go because it’s been years in the making.

He straightens up to full height, walking forward with such an intimidating presence Jimin swallows thickly. The omega starts walking backwards, hands behind him seeking to hold onto anything that might keep him from tripping over his feet.

Jungkook’s hand reaches forward and he grabs the omega by the jaw, pulling him so close their noses almost brush.

“Don’t you ever hit me again.” He growls and Jimin’s huge eyes get wider as he attempts to nod, everything about him screaming that he’s sorry. “If we didn’t have history I would’ve torn you limb from limb.” He continues, watching Jimin’s pupils dilate.

The reaction has Jungkook’s pupils dilating in response.

Is he liking this?

Jungkook releases his jaw and steps closer. Jimin is now bent back over the table where he placed Jungkook’s food. The alpha leans in more, placing his palms on the table beside Jimin’s hips. “You may have used your intoxicating scent to knock me down, but I promise you, I would resist your scent even if you were in heat begging for my knot.” He snarls out, lips so close to Jimin’s the omega licks over his own almost like he hopes to taste the remnants of Jungkook’s breath.

It takes everything inside of Jungkook to pull away, his alpha so drawn to the omega it physically aches to step back. Somehow he manages, taking in lungfuls of air, chest heaving.

Jimin is everywhere.

And the omega fairs no better, entire face red and body quivering lightly. He’s a fucking sight and Jungkook realizes his body is having the same if not more reactions to the omega than he should.

Jimin rights himself, hands roving over his neck as if protecting his scent gland. Or maybe it’s that he’s giving off such an intoxicating scent that he feels he needs to cover it up, refusing to reveal how his omega begs the alpha to take him. “I’m…I’ll leave you to eat your meal.” He barely whispers and then he’s dashing out of the room.

The next day is empty. Jimin leaves before Jungkook wakes up and returns when he’s asleep. He must be showering elsewhere because not once has he entered the bedroom.

When two days pass, Jungkook can’t take it anymore. Sure, he hates being a prisoner, but what he hates more is being ignored.

As soon as Jimin slips his breakfast tray through the door, Jungkook is on him, grabbing his small wrist and tugging him into the room. Jimin flails immediately, his small stature on alert as a growl slips his lips.

“Hey. Hey. Calm down. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He lets go of Jimin, watching as he pulls his arm back and steps a few feet away, placing distance between them.

“I just want to talk. Where do you go everyday?” Jungkook asks, working his puppy eyes overtime. He knows Jimin will fall for it. He always does.

It takes a moment for the omega to analyze Jungkook’s face and process his intentions. When it seems like he’s in no immediate danger he nods and continues to rub at his wrist.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook pouts, eyes flicking toward the reddening flesh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re just super fast and I didn’t want you to run away again.”

“It’s…it’s okay. I deserved it.”

Jungkook shakes his head and then they’re both standing in the room awkwardly.

“Jungkook—”

“Jimin—”

They both speak at the same time and then laugh stiffly.

“You go first.” The alpha offers, doing his best to make himself seem the least intimidating he can be.

Jimin nods. “I just…I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hit you. I think I’ve just been under a lot of stress and well…I’ve been under stress for a very long time and I let my emotions get the better of me. I’ve never done anything like that. Well…alphas don’t count when they deserve to get their asses kicked, but I mean…mostly I never behave like that.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head watching Jimin squirm as he explains himself. If he’s honest, it’s quite endearing seeing him less aggressive and more like the Jimin he remembers.

“I shouldn’t have called you helpless. I shouldn’t have said what I said at all. Clearly you’re more than that.”

Jimin’s chest puffs out a little and Jungkook bites his bottom lip to hold back a laugh. “Don’t get too cocky.” He teases.

Jimin just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Jimin, I understand what you’re trying to do, but it’s not easy for me.”

“It’s hyung, and, I know.” Jimin says, body dropping its defensive stance to pin Jungkook with a soft glare. “I know it’s hard, Jungkook—ah. I’m trying too. I…it’s been such a long time and sometimes I forget that we aren’t the same people.”

“Yeah. We’re not.”

Jimin hums and turns to grab the tray left by the door. “I brought you some food. I managed to get them to add more bacon for you. It’s your birthday isn’t it?”

Jungkook’s mouth begins to salivate. He grabs the tray when Jimin brings it to him, thanking him and then taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “You remembered?”

“Of course I remembered.” Jimin smiles, gesturing for him to eat. Jungkook grabs the bacon and takes a bite, moaning at the delicious flavor.

“I was able to tap into our secret supply. Not everyone gets special treatment around here.” He teases, winking at Jungkook when he looks up at him.

“I was planning to get drunk with my friends.” Jungkook jests, and Jimin scoffs.

“So ungrateful.”

Jungkook snorts and gets back to eating, acutely aware of Jimin watching him intently as if it makes him happy to see the alpha eating so well.

They spend the rest of the day in Jimin’s quarters. The omega explains that he doesn’t have anything to work on at the moment, but that he may not be available tomorrow. Jungkook wants to ask what that means, but Jimin distracts him with a game of Gong-Gi.

“I’ve had these since our days at Genesis.” Jimin says with a child-like smile that makes Jungkook’s heart beat just a little faster.

“Gods, the last time I played this was when we were all together. I don't even know where my stones went.” He chuckles and Jimin’s eyes sparkle with a sweet sort of reminiscence Jungkook can totally relate to.

“That’s okay. You can borrow mine.” The omega offers, placing several stones in Jungkook’s hands, lightly brushing over his palm.

They spend the rest of the day either playing games or talking. It’s still not completely the same as before, but a lot more comfortable than it started out.

After dinner, they lie in the same bed facing each other, their day catching up with them.

“Remember when I almost kicked Bong, Hoon and Chul’s asses?” Jimin giggles and the memory makes Jungkook smile wide.

“Yeah. Those damn fools were such bullies. Why were they so afraid of you anyway?” Jungkook asks and Jimin giggles harder, his body collapsing into itself as his hand comes up to press against Jungkook's chest to keep himself from crowding his space.

Jungkook has to hold himself back from reaching out.

The alpha takes a moment to take in the omega’s scent. He always smells so good whenever he’s happy.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I did threaten to rat them out to our unit leader when I caught them smoking illegal herbs in the back sports wing one time. That was enough I guess. That and I can be quite intimidating.” Jimin tells the story with such confidence that Jungkook thinks maybe he would've been afraid of Jimin as well if he hadn't gotten to know him better.

Jimin always gave off such a strong and dominant aura. It’s truly a wonder to Jungkook that he turned out to be an omega.

“That’s incredible. Did you know that two of those clowns ended up at A.P.E.X. with me?”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, but they were in another unit so I never saw them except when we trained. I did break Chul’s nose, though.”

Jimin cackles at this revelation, once again shaking so much with laughter that Jungkook has to reach out a hand to keep him from rolling off the bed.

“Good!” The omega wipes away a tear as he tries to speak.” He deserved it I’m sure.”

Jungkook just nods and smiles. “Yeah, he did.”

When Jimin calms down, Jungkook can’t help locking eyes with the omega. He’s always thought Jimin was pretty, but right now he’s radiant. It’s such a shame their lives turned into this.

Another memory enters his mind and he’s a bit apprehensive to bring it up, but Jimin seems to sense his mood. “What’s wrong?” He asks much too in tune with his emotions.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip nervously, the past something that he’s made peace with and moved on from, until Jimin came in like a wrecking ball and resurfaced every single memory.

The look on Jimin's face is cautious, and the sudden worry of disappointing the omega before him has Jungkook exposing thoughts he had been successful in suppressing once upon a time.

“Were you and Mingyu ever a thing?”

Jimin doesn’t move, though Jungkook swears he sees the corners of his mouth tug up slightly. The blond remains on the bed, the side of his face pressed into the pillow prettily. It’s this very look, the one that strips Jungkook of all his pride that makes him regret asking something so stupid.

“Why do you ask?” Jimin inquires with a mischievous tone, eyes twinkling in amusement.

“Oh, was my question funny to you??” Jungkook scoffs, failing at his attempt to hide a smile.

Jimin shakes his head slowly, carefully gauging Jungkook’s reaction. When he deems it safe to be honest, he grins wickedly and responds.

“Maybe a little funny.”

“Is that so?”

Jungkook leans over him and starts tickling Jimin relentlessly. The omega laughs so hard he’s practically on the verge of tears. The alpha doesn’t stop, digging his fingers into Jimin’s ribs until the smaller’s body starts flailing.

They’re both lost in the fun, laughing out together as the tickling continues, but then Jimin arches his back and whimpers out when Jungkook’s hand accidentally runs over his exposed abdomen. Jungkook realizes then that Jimin’s shirt has come up quite a bit.

When he pulls back, he takes in their position, the way it looks incredibly compromising with Jungkook practically caging Jimin in. They both freeze, eyes locked together, equally out of breath.

Jungkook is the first to snap back to himself, pulling away entirely and falling back against the mattress next to Jimin. “Keep it up and I’ll tie you down and tickle you next time.” The words leave him so fast he doesn’t get to process how bad they sound. Why he would even say that is beyond him!?

He takes a deep breath and looks over at Jimin who seems to be quite amused by Jungkook’s ineptness.

Laying next to each other for a good five minutes, neither of them speak, until Jimin takes a deep breath and huffs out a short laugh before giving the answer Jungkook seeks.

“No, we weren’t a thing. I guess we were just young and experimenting. Hormones were running rampant and the vitamins we took didn’t help matters. It was over after you caught us.”

Jungkook listens intently, not daring to look at Jimin for fear of it revealing how pleased he is to hear what he just has.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Is all he manages to say, and Jimin doesn’t comment on it, though his nostrils flare a bit, but it’s gone as quickly as it came…both letting the topic go and moving on with their night of entertainment.

After more games, the night creeps in quickly, and without realizing, they fall asleep with a hand between them as if reaching out to the other.

◈

“You sure this is the place?” Tae asks from beside Jimin. They’re both covered in black from head to toe, their earpieces the only form of communication between them. It’s just the two of them, additional omegas potentially problematic when they’re trying their best to be undetected.

“Yeah. Try this code. Hobi hyung said it will get us into the back kitchens. From there we sweep the floors. Just as I told you, wait until the guard changes and then map the floors with your eye scanner. It should be enough intel for us to come back and rescue these omegas.”

Tae nods and then creeps up behind Jimin waiting for the code to be punched in.

Like a magic word was uttered, the steel doors pop open and they both creep inside. Jimin swipes to the left and Tae to the right. They’ve thoroughly discussed what to do and what back up plans to put in place if something goes bad.

Jimin didn’t bother telling Jungkook where he was going, not that it mattered since he’d leave in the middle of the night and probably return before the other woke up.

He watches carefully, ears tuned in to any new sounds he might pick up and also to Taehyung’s breathing in his in-ear. They’ve done countless missions like this, so this one should be a piece of cake.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to make it up three floors, successfully scanning the area with his eye lens and downloading the data so that it’s sent directly to Hobi. Like this, they can make out a map of the location and have better success when trying to extract the omegas being held. It’s not always easy and they don’t manage to rescue them all, but a good amount is always considered a success.

He rounds up to the fourth floor, just about ready to tell Tae he’s gotten to the final floor, and hoping his soulmate is right there with him, but his ear picks up a struggle and he’s off before Tae even says a thing.

He dashes across the floor, running behind an alpha who notices him instantly. Jimin doesn’t have time to fight this one off, not when Tae is clearly in need of help. Usually they go undetected, but sometimes things don’t go so smoothly, and right now it looks like he has a fight on his hands.

He’s waited until the last moment to do this, knowing that any scent could give them away, but now is as good a time as any to use the scent enhancer.

So far it worked on Jungkook, but it hasn’t been tested any further. Tonight’s the night, he thinks, as he removes the scent suppressing patch from his neck and injects himself right in the arm. Instantly his scent flows through the room, the alpha behind him choking and backing off to fall onto the floor.

Jimin smirks thinking this will probably be the easiest escape of his life. After reaching the end of the hall, he finds Tae on the floor struggling against an alpha who’s straddling the omega and trying to choke him out. Jimin sees red immediately.

He notices Tae’s injector pen on the ground clearly having tried to use it but being unsuccessful thanks to this brute on top of him. He makes a rough dash, prepping his shoulder to fucking plow into this knothead.

He makes contact, effectively knocking the alpha off his soulmate. Jimin’s just about to stand to his feet and wait out the alpha’s debilitated state at his enhanced pheromones, but nothing happens.

“You fucking bitch!” The alpha growls, getting on one knee in preparation to retaliate.

“J! Be careful.”

“I am, T, but what the fuck. Why isn’t the booster working?”

They both look at one another and then the alpha, Jimin working his bottom lip and brain trying to figure out another way to get this clearly aggressive monster down. He’s pretty big, and maybe he and Tae could take him together.

Without words, they give each other clear signals, and like waves in the ocean, they flow together seamlessly in order to take down the alpha. They make slight progress, but the beast below them is stronger than most and clearly not going down easily.

“Sedate him!” Jimin yells, waiting for Tae to break the tiny pill that contains a powerful sleeping agent. Tae barely has a grip on it, the small thing slipping to the floor and cracking below the boots of the alpha.

They’re running out of time and reaching for another pill will make them vulnerable to the alpha's struggles. Jimin makes a decision. He twists under the alpha, smears his gloved hands all over the drug and turns to try and rub it under his nose, but the alpha jerks and Jimin gets elbowed in the cheek. He drops back, hitting his head on the floor while Tae continues to keep the alpha in a chokehold.

“Go down, motherfucker!” Tae growls, tightening his hold as the alpha sputters and chokes.

Gathering himself, Jimin shakes off the possible concussion and reaches up to smear the liquid all over the alphas nose and mouth. Within seconds the larger man’s eyes swirl and Tae squeezes his upper arm around the alpha's neck even tighter. Jimin gets to his feet and breaks another pill now that the alpha is half sedated and this time the fumes hit the alpha’s nose dead on.

The man falls forward in a heap taking Tae with him and when the omega feels like he can, he lets go and sits back on his haunches with a relieved sigh.

“Fuck, Jimin–ah. I really thought this one would never go down.”

Jimin chuckles but shushes Tae. “Don’t say my name.”

“It’s not like he can hear.” Tae mocks, grabbing the alphas arm and letting it drop to the floor with a loud smack.

“That was too fucking close. And your booster…seems like it doesn’t work for all alphas.” Jimin mentions, making sure that they know it’ll have to be reconfigured.

“Let’s get the fuck home.” Tae says. He hands Jimin another scent suppressing patch as they make their way out, but not before hiding the alphas in a storage closet.

Luckily, the guard change continues as before, no one picking up on their presence. They make it home just as the sun is rising, Hobi standing at the threshold of the entryway waiting for them.

“You both look like shit.”

“Hello to you too.” Tae grumbles, walking past the other with a pat to his stomach before making his way to bed.

“Thanks for the intel. Go get some rest, Minnie.”

“I will, hyung. Night.”

The last thing Jimin expects is to run into a very annoyed and very awake alpha so early in the morning.

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“Who the fuck did this to you?” Jungkook huffs out, chest heaving. He’s upset, no…he’s fucking livid. First, he wakes up to find that Jimin is nowhere in the residence, unable to ask anyone since he’s still technically a prisoner in Jimin’s room. And second, Jimin walks in casually at the ass crack of dawn as if he doesn’t have bruises all over his face.

“Answer me, Jimin.”

“I said it’s hyung.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want to be called. Tell me what happened. Who touched you? Who?” Jungkook demands, unable to stop himself from following behind Jimin as the omega walks around removing some of his spy gear and seeking out a hand towel.

It irks him that the smaller man just ambles around with a slight limp casually placing things down with an unbothered attitude. It’s been a little over a week of time spent in this room, several of those days with Jungkook unconscious, and he won’t admit it, but maybe he’s been feeling a little...attached.

“It’s nothing. Just part of the job. Now, please back up. Your alpha pheromones are stinking up the place.” The blond walks into his bathroom and turns on the sink, the steam from the warm water rising and fogging up the mirror. Jungkook just stands there at the threshold in complete disbelief at Jimin’s casual demeanor.

“This is normal to you? Getting your face pummeled and just walking it off?”

“I didn’t get pummeled.” Jimin defends, squeezing out the excess water from the towel before bringing it up to his face. “It’s nothing I couldn't hand—”

Jungkook snatches the towel from his hand, grabbing Jimin’s jaw softly and tilting it up so he can see the damage better in the light. His eyebrows are tight, jaw clenched and hands shaking.

When he finds out who did this, he’s going to break their face.

He pauses wondering why the hell he’s feeling this way. He and Jimin are nothing. At least not anymore.

Jimin watches him cautiously, a slight fear in his eyes, and Jungkook wishes he could erase that look. It’s not unwarranted, after all, Jungkook hasn’t exactly been cordial and right now he’s not giving off calming vibes.

Wanting to take those fears away, he starts to clean away the blood from Jimin’s nose, soft strokes working diligently to remove the evidence of his struggle. There’s a tiny cut near his left eye which Jungkook also wipes, earning a hiss from Jimin when he runs over it too hard.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, somehow closer as he continues to scan and memorize every single laceration on the omega’s face.

“S’okay.” Jimin whispers back, speech a bit slurred when Jungkook reaches the corner of his lip to clean the blood from there as well. “Kinda funny how you’re the one taking care of me now…” The omega smiles, removing a patch from his neck Jungkook assumes is a scent suppressor.

“I fucking…” Jungkook pauses, pushing down his anger. He really needs to work on that. “How often does this happen, Jimin?”

His eyes rove over the smaller’s face, hand still on his jaw although his grip had softened tenfold. He can’t believe that everything he’s been taught is a lie and that his friends have suffered the whole time while he was out trying to defend the very thing that’s been a threat.

“Whenever it needs to. I usually don’t run into super dominant alphas, but…I’m not always so lucky. One was attacking Taehyung and I had to fight him before he hurt him further. You of all people know what these alphas have inside their bodies. My pheromone booster didn’t work this time, but the issue was handled.”

“Handled? Jimin…fuck. What if one day it isn’t? What if you end up hurt for real? When I was taking those vitamins I had no idea what was inside of them, but I was always so pent up and angry. I know what those alphas are capable of.”

Jimin smiles, placing his hand on Jungkook’s that has started running a thumb over Jimin’s skin. “I know what they’re capable of and yet I still managed to take you down.” He teases, eyes alight with mischief. Jungkook tilts his head, eyes following the small trail of blood that trickles from the blond’s busted lip.

Driven by a force he has no control over, he leans in and licks over it, an unconscious instinct that has him stilling when Jimin gasps.

“I—I didn’t mean to…”

He draws his hand back along with his body leaving Jimin standing by the sink looking confused and almost disappointed.

“Tokki…it’s fine…don’t….”

“I’m tired.” Jungkook lies. “I think I’ll go back to bed.”

The truth is Jungkook can’t stand being that close to Jimin. Living in this space all this time has affected him more than he thought. It’s like Jimin’s scent is everywhere. Being so close to him is…debilitating.

“Jungkook, please don’t be that way. Just talk to me.” Jimin has caught up to him, his smaller frame at Jungkook’s back.

“Jimin…please…let it go for now.”

Jimin scoffs. “Let it go? You’re the one that was making it a big deal! I’m just doing my job! I’ve tried to reason with you! I’ve tried to talk with you, but you always seem to want to fight with me. It’s almost like the only person you listen to is Tae! How is that even fair, when I was the one—-”

“The one that what?” Jungkook seethes, turning to look at Jimin, nostrils flaring. He postures and leans into Jimin’s space causing the omega to take a step back.

Jimin’s eyes grow larger, body shrinking at the tone, and he looks so small before Jungkook’s eyes. “I…I just think it’s unfair that you’re acting so close with Tae when you and I were friends first. You’re so hot and cold with me. I never know how you’re going to react to me.” Jimin manages to find his courage and Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up.

He takes another step forward and watches when Jimin’s back hits the wall behind him. “Are you jealous?” Jungkook derides, only a few inches in front of Jimin now.

The omega’s cheeks blush prettily, mouth open in shock and soft pink lips glossed over with spit as he licks them over nervously.

“Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Tae is easier to talk to. He’s still the same, but you…I don’t know this…Jimin. The Jimin I knew wouldn’t behave like this.”

“Behave like what? I’m the one that’s been trying here and you’ve been nothing but rude and aggressive!”

Jungkook balks at that. “Aggressive? I’ve been trying, too, Jimin! Who was I spending these past few days and nights with? Was I aggressive then?”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Clearly you don’t like me.”

Jungkook could literally choke the omega before him. How fucking stupid could he be? “Maybe you need to take some time to process what you’re saying because it’s all nonsense.”

“Yeah? Well, Maybe you should calm all your large alpha bullshit. Just because you’re strong and…and…big…and have tattoos…”

“And?” Jungkook eggs on, so close he can count the lashes on Jimin’s pretty eyelids.

Jimin gulps down, taking in several deep breaths, and Jungkook quickly realizes that the omega is soaking up his scent, almost like he enjoys riling Jungkook up like this just so he can set off his aggressive pheromones.

“And what…” He prompts again and Jimin’s eyes flick up, an intensity in them that Jungkook can’t define.

“And… ever since you came here my omega has been going crazy. You make me so angry. I take suppressants and medicine to control my heats and help me deal with what they put in my body, but you…every time I’m around you…”

“What, hyung?” Jungkook provokes, hoping to evoke the right response because right now he wants to know what Jimin’s thinking, what Jimin feels.

It’s been ten years but Jungkook still remembers what he felt back when he was a kid. At the time he didn’t understand it, but over the years he’s come to a clear conclusion.

He liked Jimin.

A lot.

Maybe he still does.

And here he is, right in front of him, eyes blown wide in arousal.

“When I’m around you your scent surrounds me, it… I don’t know if it’s because of what’s been done to my senses, but…it smells so fucking good. It’s like…powdery cedarwood and it drives my omega crazy.” Jimin drifts off with a growl.

The omega is pressed so tightly against the wall Jungkook thinks he might snap, his small fingernails digging into the surface behind him. And Jungkook should be nice and give him the space he obviously needs, but he’s also being affected by Jimin’s scent, so he doesn’t listen to reason when he gets closer.

Hands at their sides, they both resist what they obviously want. Jimin looks on the verge of ravaging the alpha before him and Jungkook decides he’s waited long enough.

He leans in, tentatively waiting for a response from the other, lips barely grazing the omega’s. Jimin releases a desperate sigh, fingers twitching and body responding with tiny jolts that Jungkook is just waiting for him to act upon.

“Just say you’re jealous, Jimin.” His eyes flicker all over the omega’s face, taking in the blush blooming over his cheeks and the way his chest moves up and down rapidly with each breath. He leans in, takes a deep breath, and emits a low rumble from his chest.

“Jungkook…” The omega whimpers out and Jungkook grins.

“Hmm?” He teases, tilting his head left and right slowly. He’s come to the sudden realization that he really likes Jimin like this.

“Touch me.” Jimin suddenly begs, the sound so pretty Jungkook is unsure he didn’t imagine it.

“What was that?” He husks, skin tingling from the proximity.

“I said, touch—”

Without delicacy, Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist and tugs him in harshly. The force of the move causes a tiny cry to escape Jimin due to the pain in his ribs.

“Shit. I’m so sorry, hyung.” Jungkook pouts, hands running gently over the omega’s side.

Jimin shakes his head and smiles. “It’s okay.”

Jungkook brings his forehead to Jimin’s and frowns. “God, you drive me crazy, too. I hate that some asshole alpha hurt you, hyung.”

“And I hate when you give your attention to someone else.” Jimin complains prettily, complete with a pout.

Jungkook’s heart beats so fast it feels like it’ll leap out of his chest. He leans in slowly, watching Jimin’s face for a reaction, getting closer when the omega gasps lightly, lips parted and mouth waiting.

Jungkook pulls him in again, this time gently.

“I really wanna kiss you.” The words escape him unabashedly and Jimin tips his head back slightly to look at him through seductive eyes.

“Then kiss me.” He replies as if it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“How can I?” Jungkook sighs, still battling against his doubts.

But he doesn’t focus on those thoughts for long, not when Jimin’s tilting his head to the right and leaning in. “Like this. You can do it, right? Show hyung.”

The grin widening on Jimin’s mouth has a low growl building up in Jungkook’s throat.

Is he teasing him?

For some reason he doesn’t like to be teased like this. Jimin must think of him as an inexperienced little boy from back at the facility. Jungkook is a man now. A full blown alpha.

“I know how to kiss, hyung.” He bites a little too fiercely, his lips touching Jimin’s plush ones with every word. Jimin chuckles.

“Then show me—”

He barely finishes the sentence. Jungkook is on him instantly, grabbing his face to kiss him hard. Jimin makes a small noise in the back of his throat but softens his lips after a few seconds. Jungkook’s fingers dig into the blond’s waist hoping to pull a gasp from his lips so he can kiss him deeper, but Jimin remains steady in his insistence to keep things innocent.

Jungkook can be just as insistent. He presses the smaller into the wall, the action drawing a small cry from the omega and Jungkook takes full advantage. He slides his tongue in warm and forceful, reveling in Jimin’s easy surrender as he consumes him. Light and airy pants fill the room as Jimin accepts Jungkook’s kisses greedily. He winds his arms around Jungkook’s neck and pulls him in closer and the alpha savors the feel of it.

They continue to kiss and Jimin seems to get more desperate, his leg hiking up over Jungkook’s hips.

Jungkook grabs at his thigh, holding it tight so that it doesn’t slip, and driven by pure hunger, he thrusts forward. The whine that Jimin releases is unlike anything he’s ever heard before. In his time as an alpha, he’s slept with other people, mostly betas since omegas are such a rare breeding commodity, so being like this with Jimin is making his brain go haywire.

He can smell Jimin’s arousal and can tell that the omega is leaking slick. Slick he wants so badly to taste.

“Hyung.” Jungkook gasps out, lips swollen from the way Jimin sucks on them. He feels drunk on the taste of the man in his arms, a small part of himself feeling cocky that he’s able to have Jimin—finally!

Jimin grins at the sound of Jungkook’s broken voice.. “That’s right, my baby. Hyung’s here.”

“I missed you, hyung.” Jungkook admits sloppily, complaining cutely when Jimin tugs his bottom lip harshly with his teeth. The omega chuckles at the sound, pulling away after to run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

“I missed you, too, bun.” He whispers onto Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook releases a heavy sigh, relieved that this is even happening. All this time, all these years…

Kissing Jimin again, he lifts him up into his arms, holding Jimin up like he weighs nothing. Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist, their pelvises lined up perfectly and when Jungkook rolls up into Jimin, the omega cries out and throws his head back.

“Fuck…” Jimin moans, fingers tugging at Jungkook’s hair as he gasps for air. “Fuck, baby. Just like that. Don’t stop.” His eyes are closed and head thrown back lost in pleasure. The image alone has Jungkook cross-eyed, the way the omega begs, making him harder than he’s ever been in his life.

“I won’t.” He promises with a slight whine in his voice, his cock pressed tightly to Jimin’s body, their hardness rubbing together just right. Jimin seems on the verge of release already, hot mouth working its way over Jungkook’s jaw and neck, moaning whenever they touch in just the right way. Jimin’s small hands grasp at Jungkook’s shoulder and his back like a lifeline.

At a particularly high–pitched cry Jungkook pushes forward, grinding at an angle that has him seeing stars, but Jimin’s sounds make him even crazier as the omega licks a hot trail near his scent gland.

“Alpha.” He moans out, teeth nibbling over the skin. Jungkook holds back his growl, his alpha pushing forward and wanting so badly to bite. His teeth ache, the sharp edges of his canines slowly pushing out.

Jimin drives him fucking crazy and after so long he’s finally touching him the way he needs. The proximity is intoxicating and he wants to drown in Jimin’s scent.

“I’m close, baby.” The omega whimpers against the shell of Jungkook’s ear.

“I’m close, too.” He confesses, giving it his all to wait for Jimin, embarrassingly a few strokes away from cumming in his pants. But Jimin doesn’t seem phased by anything other than rolling his hips faster, chasing the high they both desire.

“I’m cumm—fuck…” Jimin gasps, hips stuttering as he reaches his high. He cries into Jungkook’s neck, tears wetting the alpha’s hot skin and making him shiver before he too reaches his peak.

Jungkook’s knees wobble and his arms shake, but he doesn’t let Jimin go, only basking in the feeling of coming undone. He feels sweet and gentle kisses over his temple, the omega’s fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck. There’s a tiny giggle and then Jungkook looks up to find the most stunning image he’s ever seen.

Jimin’s cheek are tinted pink, lips swollen and red…sweat drying on his brow.

Jimin is honestly so fucking beautiful Jungkook is left speechless.

“So that’s what I’ve been missing.” The blond whispers, grinning when Jungkook rolls his head back to laugh.

“Yeah?” He taunts. “You’ve been missing dry humping your donsaeng?”

Jimin groans and hides in Jungkook’s neck. The alpha releases Jimin slowly and helps him to stand. They balance together, underwear sticky with cum, but sated.

“No, you brat. I’ve been missing you.” Jimin states earnestly, lifting up his head to look at Jungkook, and the alpha swallows hard because that look is the look that stole his heart all those years ago.

They both get shy at Jimin’s words which is wild considering they just got off while kissing and rutting against a wall.

“We should get cleaned up.” Jimin breaks the silence and Jungkook just nods and smiles like a fool.

“Okay.”

The omega winds his arms around Jungkook’s neck before he can turn away fully and brings him close. “Wanna shower with me?”

Jungkook panics, not expecting such an offer, but he doesn’t even get to answer because Jimin is on him before he can, kissing him so filthy the alpha feels himself getting hard again.

“Let’s go, alpha.”

And Jungkook doesn’t think twice about following.

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“YoufuckedJungkook!?” Tae screams all at once at Jimin’s revelation. They’re in Taehyung's sleeping quarters, the walls not exactly sound proof.

“Can you please shut up!” Jimin whines, hiding his face behind his small hands.

“Why? Don’t want our entire team to know you fucked our prisoner?!” Tae says again, this time in a whisper-yell, but he’s clearly enjoying torturing Jimin about it.

The omega falls flat on the bed he’s sitting on, arm over his eyes in an attempt to hide his shame. Though he barely feels any. Jungkook’s kisses have been out of this world, but that’s all it’s been. Kissing and grinding…

“We didn’t fuck. It’s more like teenagers giving in to their raging hormones. Kissing, touching…some…humping.”

“Ewwwww.” Tae pretends to shudder, throwing himself back and rolling left and right on the mattress, smacking into Jimin in the process.

Jimin jumps up and sits on the omega, straddling him and fake punching his chest.

“Stop. Making. Fun. Of. Me!” He cries out, laughing out when Tae reverses their positions.

“NEVER!” He yells like a war cry and then he drops to the mattress as they fall together in a fit of giggles.

It takes them a moment to calm down, but when they do, Tae’s eyes are on him like a hawk. “I kinda always knew you had a thing for him back at Genesis. And he had a thing for you. Poor sap. He gets the biggest doe eyes whenever you come into a room. Back when they took you, he couldn’t stop talking about you, but that was mostly between me and him. I’m surprised he waited this long.”

Jimin huffs. “ Of course he did. We’re practically enemies.” He stops when Tae scoffs, but continues anyway. “I know…now we might not be, but things don’t just fall into place just like that.” Jimin snaps his fingers to make a point. “It’s delicate, this…whatever it is… and right now we need to worry about a possible rescue mission. Who knows how he’ll react when his team comes looking for him.”

“Hmm.” Tae contemplates, placing a hand under his chin. Jimin rolls his eyes at the dramatics. “This is true, but when will they come is the question? Maybe if you give Jungkook a blow job he’ll spill.” He wiggles his eyebrows at his horrible joke and Jimin groans, clutching his stomach trying not to vomit.

“Stop it!” He whines out, laughing when Tae leans in to tickle him. Why does everyone know his weak spot!?

“Say you want it!”

“Noooo!”

“Say you wanna suck Jungkook’s big fat alpha COCK!”

“Taeeeee!”

“Say it!!”

Out of nowhere a loud piercing sound fills the room, and the two omegas fly off of each other, stance at the ready.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

“This is code black swan. Code black swan. T-minus five minutes.” A robotic voice comes on over their loudspeaker.

“Five minutes? Jimin, that’s barely enough time. That means they’re closer than they should be!”

“I know, Tae. Let’s go.”

Jimin runs out of Tae’s quarters, dashing through the halls to reach his room. The omegas that were stationed at his front door have run off, the new emergency taking precedence. When he enters his code, the door flies open to find an exasperated Jungkook.

“What is that?” He asks over the piercing sound.

“We’ve been breached.” Is all Jimin supplies. He’s running to his room, quickly removing his comfortable clothes to slip on his one piece tactical suit. Jungkook stands back watching, too distracted by what’s happening to fully take in a nude Jimin before him.

They don’t have time for that anyways.

“Breached?” He hears the alpha question and Jimin zips his suit up and places a mask over his face before he looks at him.

“Yes, baby. Breached. Promise me you’ll stay here?”

In all honesty he didn’t even have time to come to his room let alone cater to Jungkook’s worries, but he can’t just go out there unprepared, and he can’t leave Jungkook here to wonder what the hell is going on.

Jungkook just stares at him hard for a good ten seconds before nodding.

Jimin dashes off right after. As per their plan of action, Jimin rushes to the weapons vault, securing his taser gun, electric baton and wire ropes. He makes sure to attach two scent boosting pens to his hip just in case.

Other omegas are running in and out of the same space, no one speaking as they all know what to do. Though they have never been breached, other locations have, so they employ every single counter attack they know.

When Jimin reaches the main hall, it looks like all hell has broken loose. Omegas are scattered about with a few betas, all scrambling to find whoever is inside their base. He finds Jin in the midst of it, giving orders and making sure everyone is prepared.

“Hyung. Brief me.”

“Alphas. Upper levels. Two, possibly three. One was caught. Female.”

Jimin nods and then presses in his in-ear. He’s only ever connected to one omega, that way their lines of communication don’t run the risk of being hacked.

“Location?” He asks and the voice he’s looking for comes through clear as day as it happily informs Jimin of his whereabouts.

“Upper floor. Nothing yet. Come play with me, I'm bored.”

Jimin snickers. Leave it up to Tae to make a chase fun. “On my way. Watch your six.”

“Always do.”

Jimin makes his way up, eyes alert for anyone that doesn’t belong. He makes it up through the back stairs, inhaling deeply when a new scent of rich amber makes its way to his nose. Whoever is inside their base must’ve come through here recently.

He gets to the main hallway, scanning around and noticing a few omegas on the right. He goes to the left. There are countless rooms full of living quarters and entertainment for the residents of their base making the search a little more challenging.

Some rooms contain technology for snooping and keeping track of government buildings and important leaders, but there’s nothing that can’t be attained through the press or public information, so Jimin isn’t worried their secure information will be leaked.

He sees Tae a few feet away scanning along and sweeping every room in search of the intruders as well. He smiles at him, gesturing with his hands what areas he’s already searched. They’re just about to meet half way when a heavy body collides into his own, knocking the wind out of him, his body crashing to the floor.

The blinding lights above him hurt his eyes and it’s hard to focus in on the large and imposing alpha that is on top of him. All Jimin registers is Tae’s scream followed by a growl. The man on him is clearly an alpha, his scent something similar to the rich amber he smelled a few minutes ago. He doesn’t dwell on it for long once Tae makes his way over and jumps on the alpha’s back as if Jimin isn’t already being crushed down by a heavy weight.

“Get the fuck off him!” The omega growls and Jimin’s head spins. He can’t breathe, his lungs being compressed by the two men balancing on his body and he’s pretty sure he hit his head on the cement floor.

“Tae…” Jimin groans out, trying to get his friend’s attention and forgetting their protocol about secrecy. His voice is hoarse, and Tae finally realizes what’s going on when he looks down at his friend that’s being crushed.

“Tae?” The alpha suddenly repeats, choking on his saliva when said omega tugs him back by the neck.

“And don’t you forget it. It’ll be the last thing you say before I choke you out!” The omega growls pulling back hard enough that the alpha falls back and on top of him instead. Jimin rolls over on his side, coughing out before taking in lungfuls of air. He scrambles to grab his taser, aiming it at the alpha with shaky hands.

“Do it now, Jimin!”

“Jimin?” The alpha repeats again before he’s hit with the shock of fifty thousand volts .

Within seconds the alpha’s body goes rigid as the electricity courses through him, going limp before falling unconscious.

“Holy shit that one was big! Fucking assholes think they can just—” Tae’s words get swallowed as he freezes in place. He’d been removing the alpha’s mask only to come to a complete stop when the alpha’s face came into view.

“Jimin…”

“Yeah?” Jimin responds weakly, still trying to gather himself.

“Is that…”

“What?”

“Look at this alpha, Jimin!” Tae urges.

“Oh...”

“Is that who I think it is?” Tae questions as his eyes scan the alpha's face over and over.

“Oh shit. I’m…not sure.”

“But it looks like…”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Jimin, Taehyung!” Both omegas look up to see one of their own standing at the end of the hallway. “Are you okay?”

They both nod in unison. “Tell the commander we took one down and need help to carry him.” Jimin tells the omega, watching as they scurry away to deliver said message while Taehyung busies himself tying up the alpha's hands behind his back. When he flips the man over again they both sit back on their haunches and stare.

“It’s Namjoon.”

Jimin remains silent as his friend whispers Namjoon’s name like a prayer. He can feel the emotions radiating beside him and honestly, he knows exactly how Tae is feeling right now because when he first found out Jungkook was Jungkook he almost passed out.

“Let’s just wait for the others to help us and then we’ll talk to Hobi. This is just…”

“Jungkook! Did Jungkook know? Why didn’t he tell us Namjoon was part of his group?” Tae suddenly blurts.

Jimin has no answer because he also wonders why Jungkook never bothered to relay something so relevant when he had no issue telling Jimin about having seen Chul and Bong.

After everything dies down Jimin finds himself in Hobi’s office, along with Tae and Jin. They’re going over the possible ways they could have been breached, scrambling ideas and looking for ways to keep it from happening again. They caught three alphas in total and Jimin wonders who the others could be.

He and Tae don’t bring up Namjoon until the room’s tension has gone down significantly.

“Hobi hyung?”

“Yes, Jimin.”

“Where did you place the prisoners?”

Hobi sighs. “You know we barely have space for such things, but we’ve split them into two separate holding rooms. They’re bound, gagged and blindfolded until we can figure things out.”

Jimin nods and looks over at Tae. The omega smiles sheepishly and urges Jimin to proceed.

“Could we…ugh…could we maybe bring Jungkook here to talk with you? He seems ready to open up and…I’m not completely sure but I think that one of those alphas may very well be an old friend of ours. I think Jungkook could identify him for sure.” He says gently, hoping to weave his way into Hobi’s good graces as he usually does.

“You think you know one of them?”

“Yeah.” Tae supplies, a lot more eager to explain then Jimin, but he waits knowing Jimin always gets his way with Hobi.

“Yeah, we think it might be Namjoon.”

Jin sits up at this, Jimin only now remembering that he knows so little of their past. “Who’s Namjoon?”

“He ugh…”

Tae can’t help himself, interrupting Jimin hastily. “He was our friend! Jungkook and Jimin and I used to play lots of games together. He was taken away just like us…I’ve been looking all this time…”

“You have?” Hobi asks, his countenance softening. “Why haven’t you told me, Tae? We could have helped.”

“Yeah, Taehyung–ah, we would have helped you.” Jin confirms. If there’s anyone Tae has wrapped around his pinky, it’s Jin.

“Well, I figured if you couldn’t find Jungkook then surely Namjoon would also be difficult.”

“Fuck.” Hobi sighs out, rubbing a hand over his brow and standing by the opposite wall. His shoulders are high, almost at his ears, and Jimin can sense the tension from here.

“We can wait until morning, hyung. It’s been a long night.” Jimin suggests.

“I just—I can’t believe they were able to get in here. We’ve done everything to stay hidden. This base is the most concealed. I can’t afford to lose it.” He reminds them, his face troubled.

“I mean, they were more than likely looking for Jungkook. If it were me, I would have done the same.”

Everyone turns to Jimin and his face goes red. Tae simply holds back a knowing smile but his hyungs look at him like he’s just stabbed them right in the chest.

“It’s that serious?” Jin questions, amused, but Hobi does not look happy.

“What? It’s just that…I know…knew him and…” Jimin tries to defend.

“Jimin. Please be careful. I’ve already been lenient about letting him stay with you in your quarters considering we don’t have any more space, and keeping him locked up is inhumane, but I can’t protect your feelings.”

“There are no feelings, hyung. I just want to do what’s right. He was my friend and so was Namjoon. If we can save omegas, surely we can save alphas too.”

Jimin’s words seem to resonate with Hobi, hitting that humanitarian side of him. He nods once, glancing at Jin who gives him a reassuring smile. “Okay. Tomorrow.” Hobi concedes. “Please get some rest. I’m hoping to get more answers then.”

◈

Jungkook’s muscles are tense and coiled, ready to pounce at any moment. When the door to Jimin’s room opens, he rushes forward, a relief washing over him at seeing the very person he’s been worrying over furiously. “Hyung.” He breathes, grabbing at Jimin’s arms, searching his body for any marks or cuts.

“Are you hurt, hyung?” He asks desperately, but Jimin just smiles and leans into the alpha, grabbing at his hands to kiss his knuckles in an attempt to calm him down.

“I’m okay, baby. I promise. I’m fine.”

At Jimin’s words Jungkook feels relief. The entire time he was waiting was torture. He’s never been good at sitting by while the people he knows are in trouble. What made everything worse was that Jimin ran right into the danger, instead of away, and that made Jungkook uneasy. He almost bolted out of the room several times to find Jimin, but something inside of him didn’t want to disappoint the omega.

When Jimin releases his hands, Jungkook brings them up to cup Jimin’s face, thumb brushing over the omega’s cheeks tenderly before leaning in to kiss him. Jimin’s eyes grow twice their size and he smiles so big they disappear right after.

“What was that for?”

“I just…I was so worried. I should have gone out there. I should have—”

“No, Jungkookie. There was too much chaos. You would have made it more difficult. I’m so sorry I worried you.”

Jungkook presses his forehead to Jimin’s and closes his eyes. “I don't like this feeling.”

“What feeling?” Jimin asks quietly, his hypnotizing voice relaxing Jungkook’s heart a bit.

“The feeling that I can lose you again.”

Jimin pulls back at that causing Jungkook’s eyes to open. They look at each other so intensely Jungkook swears the world has stopped spinning.

“You won’t.” Jimin affirms like he’s making a pact no one else is privy to. “Never again, tokki.”

For some reason his words feel like an oath between them and he finds himself holding back tears. Now that he has Jimin back, he can’t imagine being away from him. This is his second chance, and he’s not going to ruin it. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”

Jimin beams and kisses Jungkook’s nose. “Baby, you’ve become such a softy now that those drugs are out of your system, huh?”

Jungkook feels shy all of a sudden, cheeks warming up at being perceived by Jimin.

“I promise you. I’ve taken care of myself for almost ten years, bun. I’ll be safe.”

He kisses Jungkook’s nose again, but Jungkook grabs a hold of his face with both hands and brings him in for a kiss. It’s meant to be tender and express all the feelings he’s experiencing at the moment, but the feel of Jimin in his arms has him taking the kiss further.

The omega sags in his arms, winding his own around Jungkook’s neck as he lets himself be devoured. Everything feels better now that Jimin is back in his arms, and he wants to indulge in the moment, but Jungkook still needs answers. He wants to know what took place while he was locked away in this room.

He pulls away, a thumb slowly swiping over Jimin’s bottom lip to soothe him over. “What happened out there, hyung?”

The omega remains quiet as he looks at Jungkook with longing and a tinge of something else he can’t quite put a finger on.

“Jimin hyung?” He tries again, roving his large eyes all over the omega’s face in search of answers.

“We had a break-in but it’s been handled. Everything will be taken care of tomorrow.”

“Are they from my group? Are they from A.P.E.X.?” He asks a little more desperately,

Jimin steps away and turns around. His entire demeanor gives off the answer Jungkook already had guessed. “Hyung? Did you hurt them?” He asks quietly hoping Jimin won’t block him out. They’ve made so much progress in such a short time and he hopes that it’s not all for nothing. He hopes Jimin will be honest with him.

“Yes, Kook–ah, they were from A.P.E.X.” Jimin supplies, barely glancing over his shoulder, and Jungkook is about to interrupt, but Jimin continues. “No, we didn’t hurt them. I promise.” He turns around and looks at Jungkook with the most troubled expression. “Please. Trust me. We won’t hurt them. We just want some answers.”

“Answers? So, what? Will you treat them like me then? Keep them locked up and never release them for your own personal gain? Isn’t that a little like the government you’re so desperately trying to take down?” Jungkook spews, biting his tongue when the words escape him, but it’s too late. The damage is already done.

Jimin’s eyes grow big and his stance changes from that of approachable to hurt.

“You know nothing, Jungkook! This is a means to an end. Nothing about what we do is immoral. We have nothing to go on most of the time, and constantly fight against a government that always has the upper hand. How dare you? How dare you act all high-and-mighty when you’ve been keeping secrets!”

“Secrets? I have literally listened to your stories, accepted your truths, but now I have to sit by while you, what—torture my team for government intel?”

“Torture?” Jimin’s voice rises, the disbelief evident in his tone. “You think I would torture someone I know? Why didn’t you tell me! Why didn’t you tell me you were with Namjoon at A.P.E.X.?”

Jungkook takes a step back. He never meant to keep any secrets, but he also wasn’t going to expose his friends. He’s only been trying to protect them from harm. While he trusts Jimin, and he knows that he wouldn’t hurt them, he doesn’t know the others in the resistance. He doesn’t know what they’re capable of.

“Baby, do you really think we’re like that? That I’m like that?” Jimin cries out, suddenly weak and defeated.

And just like that, Jungkook’s walls come down.

“No, hyung. I never said that. I’m just…I’m worried.”

Jimin’s face shifts, his frustration slowly slipping away. “I know you are, baby.”

His voice is gentle and soft, much like the tone he used to take with Jungkook back when they were teenagers. He’s always looked out for Jungkook, never denied him anything. Of course he’d never hurt anyone, Jungkook knows that.

“I’m sorry, hyung.”

“Tokki,” Jimin reaches out, voice shaken, and Jungkook rushes forward, grabbing Jimin to crush him into a hug. ”Please don’t misunderstand. I promise that we will treat them well. Tomorrow we can go see them and maybe you can explain things to them, okay?”

Jungkook steps back, hands still holding onto Jimin’s upper arms. “Really? I can talk with them?”

Jimin smiles, pecking Jungkook’s lips sweetly. “Yeah, at least, I’ll try to make that happen. I still have to talk to our leader. Maybe you can finally meet him.”

Jungkook can’t help but smile in return. “Okay. Good. Thank you, hyung.” A relief washes over him at Jimin’s words, but he can’t help feeling guilty over his reaction. He shouldn’t have doubted Jimin, but he couldn't help himself. This world has created a sort of distrustful culture that is sowed into every person’s psyche since birth. It’s hard to fight against it.

Taking in Jimin’s sweet face and eagerness to please him makes him fold like a lawn chair. “I really am so sorry, hyung.” He whispers, pecking Jimin in return several times. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you.”

The omega starts to giggle, turning his head to hide his abused lips. “There’s no need. I understand why you did it.“ He laughs when Jungkook continues to kiss any place he can find.

He pulls Jimin in tighter. Kissing and kissing until he’s met with Jimin’s neck. The omega squeals, pretending to pull away and fight, but then Jungkook’s teeth graze over his scent gland and everything stills.

“Jungkook—” Jimin whimpers a warning, his voice sounding less humored and a lot more submissive.

Jungkook breathes over his neck, suddenly very aware how his emotions are making him reckless. His arms are wound tightly around Jimin, his lips hovering over Jimin’s scent gland. “Sorry. I’ll be more careful.”

“Don’t be.” Jimin replies instead, bringing Jungkook’s face up gently and locking eyes with the alpha, powerless to move away.

Jungkook tilts his head and watches the way Jimin’s omega responds to his alpha. Very aware of the way they're both giving off clear signs of interest, their scents intermingling, arousal filling the air.

“I missed you while you were gone.” Jungkook says, pouting for maximum manipulation and Jimin snorts and winds his arms around the alpha’s neck. Jungkook wonders how he’s regressed to being such a wimpy alpha every time he’s around Jimin. Maybe Jimin’s right. Maybe those drugs changed who he was because apparently, this is who he is now.

“I wasn’t gone for long, silly. I always come back to you.” Jimin declares, smiling triumphantly when Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, you do, huh?”

“Mhm.”

And just the knowledge of that reminds Jungkook that although it seems like destiny has allowed them to come together once more, time is precious, and he doesn’t know how long he’ll have Jimin to himself.

He kisses him again, but this time It’s soft and sweet, nothing like the uncoordinated idiot he was moments ago.

Jimin sighs at the tenderness, locking eyes with Jungkook. “You’re really such a handful.”

“You think so, hyung?”

“Yes, I think so. Always manipulating your hyung—”

Jimin yelps in surprise, words choked when Jungkook lifts him up over his shoulder. The omega raises hell, smacking Jungkook’s back playfully and wiggling to make things more difficult, but Jungkook isn’t disturbed in the least.

“Put me down you overgrown alpha!”

Jungkook chuckles, holding onto the back of Jimin’s thighs tightly. They’re strong and sexy, just like the curve of his ass that sits just above his forearm. Jimin is a beautiful omega, exactly as he should be. Even as kids Jungkook could see his beauty, and although he thought the older could be an alpha because of his traits, deep down he had a feeling it was otherwise.

As he walks to the bedroom to throw Jimin down and teach him a lesson, the scent of wildflowers sweetens around him and he realizes Jimin is turned on by the roughhousing. He drops him onto the mattress, watching him bounce a few times with wild eyes. And Jungkook can understand what he’s feeling because right now, just standing above the omega like this, Jungkook feels a little wild himself.

“Tokki…what are you—”

Jungkook places a knee on the bed and Jimin scoots up higher, balancing his upper body on his elbows as he crawls backwards. He looks mesmerized and a little eager. Jungkook doesn’t answer him, just crawls up with him until the omega is settled on the pillows behind him.

Automatically he spreads his legs for Jungkook, who settles between them like he belongs there. Jungkook is very aware of the outfit Jimin still has on, mind returning to the moment the omega stripped before him to slip it on like a glove. The blond is still naked under it and Jungkook’s alpha suddenly wants to see.

He leans down to press Jimin into the mattresses, dropping until his elbows support him beside Jimin’s head and his lips are brushing the omega's pretty pink ones. “Hyung…” he whispers before taking Jimin’s lower lip into his mouth. He sucks on it softly, tugging a few times just to feel Jimin squirm below him.

The scent permeating the room is dizzying, but Jungkook perseveres, driven more than ever to get a taste. His canines protrude slightly, and when he bites down on Jimin’s plump lip, it draws blood. Jimin gasps and presses his hands against Jungkook’s chest instinctively, but Jungkook presses against them and sinks down fully until he’s got the omega trapped.

The moment Jimin’s mouth opens up, he dives in and swallows his complaint. The heat of Jimin’s mouth is addicting, and so is his taste. Jungkook moans into the kiss, tongue swiping to collect the blood, breath airy and whiny.

“Taste so good. Want you…” He breathes, lips continuing to devour the omega under him. Jimin’s moans are elevating and it’s a sound Jungkook can’t help but brand to memory. So far they’ve only done this much, bodies pressed tightly while kissing ravenously, but tonight Jungkook doesn’t think he can hold back anymore.

“Have me.” The omega offers, chest rumbling in what Jungkook is sure is a purr. The way Jimin says it sounds just as desperate as he is.

“Fuck…you sound so pretty, hyung.”

Those seem to be the right words because Jimin’s legs come to wrap around Jungkook’s waist and his hips begin to rut up against Jungkook’s raging erection.

And Jimin, being Jimin, decides he also wants to play dangerous games. Still preening over the compliment about his sounds, he places his mouth right next to Jungkook’s ears and moans filthily.

“Alpha… please…”

And Jungkook is a weak man.

“Tell alpha what you need, omega.” He growls, hands under the omega’s ass as he helps him roll his hips up faster to meet Jungkook’s thrusts.

“You! You…you…only you…” Jimin chants, mouth seeking Jungkook’s in aroused despair.

“I’m right here, pretty baby.” Jungkook soothes, hand creeping up to the zipper of the godforsaken leather outfit that’s been keeping him from touching Jimin’s soft skin.

The omega senses the movement, his own hand flying up to grab Jungkook’s in an attempt to assist, but he’s too shaky to focus. “Shh. Let alpha.”

Jimin’s head drops back onto the pillows as Jungkook unzips his suit and starts kissing over his exposed skin inch by inch. He starts at Jimin’s chin, licks down his neck and nips over his scent gland. The fragrance from there overwhelms his senses, but he shakes it off so that he can taste more of Jimin’s delicate and delicious skin.

Jimin isn’t faring well. Just the feeling of Jungkook near his neck has him grasping at the alphas back, fingers tugging and pulling, wanting so badly to feel skin.

“Be careful, alpha. Please…” The omega warns, knowing the dangers of letting an alpha so close to his scent gland, but Jungkook can feel how he loves the danger of it. Slick leaks out of Jimin in obscene amounts, so much so that Jungkook can taste it on his tongue even though he hasn’t even fallen between the omega’s legs yet.

He continues to kiss down Jimin’s body, zipper going down as his lips follow down the path until it reaches his navel. Jungkook licks his way back up, reaching a hand inside the leather suit to brush over Jimin’s nipple. The omega arches, a breathy sound escaping him and Jungkook chuckles against his exposed clavicle.

“So responsive, hyung.”

Jimin huffs out, pretending to be annoyed, but his skin blooms in pretty pink arousal and Jungkook slides his hand down the opened space of the suit until he reaches the point the zipper is still unopened and slides his hand down to cup Jimin’s entire cock with one hand.

The gasp Jimin lets out is so erotic Jungkook has to bite his lip to keep from moaning, the feel of the omega’s small and warm cock fitting perfectly in his large alpha hand. “Pretty even here, hmm?”

Jimin mewls, hips jolting up at the feeling, seeking friction and more of Jungkook’s movement. Jungkook leans up again, tugs the omega’s bottom softly and licks a line from his adam’s apple to the tip of his chin. “I could taste you forever.”

“More.” Jimin begs prettily, hands coming up into the alpha's hair as he starts rolling his hips against the air to get Jungkook to move. The taller just grins, kissing down Jimin’s belly again until his breath hovers over the light hair below his navel, seeking the more cloying scent that lies beneath the material.

He inhales deeply, eyes rolling back as wildflowers assault his senses. The hand that was inside is gently removed, coming back to the zipper to slowly finish tugging it down. “Hyung was so brave earlier, taking off all his clothes and putting on this cat suit in front of me with no shame. Is that what you are now, huh? A kitty?”

Jimin’s face turns hotter, his cheeks now completely pink as the blood rushes all over his body. Jungkook watches as the smaller’s cock peeks out from the opening and then pops up against his supple belly.

Thoughts of filling the omega’s womb until that skin protrudes fill his mind and he has to push it down before his alpha becomes feral.

Jimin sits up a bit, helping Jungkook remove his suit, the material not forgiving as he fights to tug it off. When he removes the arms he lays back, let’s the other half of the suit wait for Jungkook to help take it off.

The alpha moves his hands behind Jimin’s hips, tugging once and then twice before successfully bringing it down over the omega’s rounded hips and ass. When it’s completely off Jungkook sits back on his haunches and just stares. Jimin’s entire body is gorgeous and the alpha gives no warning when he dips down and takes Jimin’s cock into his warm mouth.

Jimin does not expect it, hands shooting down to clutch Jungkook’s hair tightly. “Oh…fuck…Jung—alphaa…ohhh.” He mewls, voice cracking slightly.

Jungkook moans in response, hands on either side of Jimin’s hips as he bobs his head up and down, taking Jimin’s cock easily and hollowing his cheeks on the pull back. Jimin is practically in tears, legs shaking and mind spinning as Jungkook sucks him like he’s been waiting his entire life to have his mouth full of Jimin’s omega cock.

“I—godds…if you keep…I’m going to…Jungkook! I’m going to cum!!”

Jungkook nods to the best of his ability, reaching up to squeeze Jimin’s fists so that he grips his hair tighter. He moans, places his hands on Jimin’s hips to hold him down and goes faster. He can’t see Jimin’s face, but he can feel how the smaller’s entire body clenches before a harsh shiver goes through it and then hot creamy release fills his mouth.

The omega groans out long and drawn out, breath rattling and arms weakening as his orgasm rocks his souls over and over. Jungkook continues until the very last drop of cum is drawn out of Jimin’s cock and then he pulls off with a wet pop. He swallows, making sure Jimin’s sultry and ruined stare meets his own.

He can still taste the remains of Jimin’s sweet flavor, wildflowers blooming on his taste buds. And he would be a bad alpha if he didn’t share.

Slowly he crawls up Jimin’s body, leans down and kisses him in the most ruinous way he can, marveling at the way Jimin eagerly delights in his own taste. When he pulls back to make sure Jimin is with him, the omega’s pupils are blown and he opens his mouth to show Jungkook how good he was to swallow the remaining cum.

“Was it good, pretty?”

“So good, alpha.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook tilts his head to the right and grins wickedly. His tongue runs along the inside of his cheeks, picking up whatever remains of Jimin’s release. He nudges Jimin’s chin with his nose and waits. The omega complies without a second thought, opening his mouth again, lips so obscenely red Jungkook wants nothing more than to feel them wrapped around his own length. But right now his omega is being needy, and if there’s anything he loves, it’s to give into that need. Slowly, he lets his spit leave his lips, watching as the omega’s breathing increases. When it falls into Jimin’s mouth, Jungkook smiles proudly, using his thumb to push his chin up and close his mouth.

“Good boy. Now show alpha how greedy you are.”

Jimin swallows hard, moaning and Jungkook just about cums at the sight. When the omega smiles back, sticking out his tongue to prove his fidelity, Jungkook loses his mind. He flips Jimin over, uncaring of the surprised yelp escaping his lips as he tugs Jimin’s hips up.

“Alpha’s greedy, too.” He growls.

Jimin has all of two seconds to prepare before Jungkook’s mouth is on his hole. His two large hands spread him open, tongue licking up and pressing against the tight rim relentlessly. Jimin’s moans echo throughout, only fueling Jungkook further.

This moment is more than monumental as Jungkook has only ever dreamed of having this with Jimin. Never would he have believed it to be possible, and yet here he is, tongue deep in his hole, the omega crying out for more.

He can’t remember the last time he had sex, let alone with an omega, but no other compares to the taste of the one currently crying below him.

And right now he should take it slow, enjoy every inch of Jimin and delight in the moment they have, but he can’t. He’s too desperate, too feral, and every drop of Jimin’s slick has his alpha roaring on the inside.

“Jungkook.” Jimin cries out, hand reaching back to hold onto something. Jungkook offers one hand, lacing their fingers together as he rests them on Jimin's plump ass cheek. He continues to lick and suck, pushing deeper until his tongue loosens Jimin’s rim just enough for him to bring down the hand laced with the blond to push in a long finger.

The omega pushes against it, spreading his legs wider and whining out so pathetically Jungkook doesn’t know how much longer he can wait.

“Look at you being so pitiful, hyung.”

“Yes.. yes…” Jimin babbles, clearly not understanding anything he’s being told.

Jungkook just laughs, his breath tickling Jimin’s wet skin and wanting to make sure the omega is completely ready, he tugs one of Jimin’s fingers down and helps him press it inside with his own.

Jimin sobs, the feeling so tight he emits a low growl as Jungkook starts to thrust. They work together, stretching him out until Jungkook can fit another of his own. Three fingers in, two of the alpha’s and one of Jimin's, they work in tandem, until the alpha deems him ready.

“In me…please alpha…inside…” Jimin begs, removing his hand and pressing his chest further into the bed, presenting himself prettily as if Jungkook could resist the image before him.

But he can’t, can he? He can’t resist Jimin. He’s always been Jimin’s, and Jimin has always been his.

“I want to see your face when I fill you with my cock.” Jungkook demands, tugging Jimin’s hip until he’s on his back again. The omega looks up in awe, breaths rapid and eyes glazed over in ecstasy. He looks desperate, hungry and even docile. Jungkook smiles, tracking Jimin’s eyes as he trains them on the clothes Jungkook is still wearing.

Jimin reaches out, deft fingers tugging at the material and Jungkook lets him. He’s no one to deny Jimin what he wants, and truthfully, he can’t wait any longer himself. When he’s completely naked, he settles himself between Jimin’s legs, lifting one over his narrow hip and laying his hard cock against Jimin’s. Feeling each other’s bodies like this, pressed tight and desperate is unlike anything he’s ever felt before. It’s almost like this is where he’s meant to be.

Jimin runs his fingers over Jungkook’s hair, hooking his thumb and forefinger on the shell of the alpha’s ear to tug him down gently. “Kiss me, alpha.”

Jungkook immediately obliges, pressing against Jimin’s lips and swiping his tongue over them so the omega opens up to him. With a sigh, he’s welcomed into Jimin’s mouth, arms holding him tight as the blond whines into his mouth when Jungkook rolls down over him.

“I can’t wait.” He whispers like a confession and Jimin nods, opening his legs wider.

“I wanna feel you here.” He whispers back, small hand pressing to his lower stomach as he watches Jungkook look down. And it seems that Jimin is set on ruining him for anyone else.

He lines himself up with Jimin’s opening, pressing the tip in slightly, feeling lightheaded with just that simple action. Jimin fairs no better, breathing in and out as he prepares to be stuffed full of alpha cock.

“More.” He begs, pleading with pathetic eyes for Jungkook to push in further.

“I know, omega.” Jungkook teases, pressing down until his tip is the only thing inside. They both groan at the feeling, Jimin’s thighs quivering as he adjusts to only that.

“S'too big…” he whines out, head falling back, putting his neck on full display. Jungkook's teeth ache.

“You wanted to feel me, so feel me.” He rasps, grabbing Jimin’s hips and pushing in until he bottoms out. His head falls onto Jimin’s shoulders, the tight squeeze of Jimin’s walls rendering him useless temporarily. He breathes out, rubs his nose over Jimin’s neck to calm himself before moving to pull back.

Jimin clenches over him, holding him inside and Jungkook wants to cry. “Fuck…” He whimpers, hand coming up to grip Jimin’s nape. He scruffs him lightly, watching as Jimin’s eyes glaze over in submission.

“Such an obedient omega, letting alpha stuff him full. Want alpha to flood you full of my cum? Make your hole mine? Mark it so no other can ever have you?”

Jimin’s losing his mind, body shaking and nails digging into Jungkook’s back as he snivels. “Only yours. Your cum. Want it inside.”

And perhaps they’ve been way too deprived because right now their baser instincts are taking over and neither of them care. Their level of trust goes deep and it’s clear Jimin trusts him, if the way he looks at the alpha like he wants to carry his pups is anything to go by.

Jungkook growls, kisses Jimin hard as he begins to thrust in and out. It starts off slow, working himself deeper, and once he feels like he can move more, he adjusts Jimin’s body to his liking.

At this new angle his tip abuses Jimin’s prostate mercilessly, and the omega can only grip his hair and whimper pathetically.

“That what you wanted, baby?” Jungkook asks in a gravelly voice, already fucked over.

Jimin nods, his smaller hand coming to his belly where the tip of Jungkook’s cock probes with each and every stroke. The omega reaches for his forearm, seeking purchase, while the other pushes down against Jungkook’s cock. He’s babbling incoherently, back arched and thighs locked around Jungkook as he pushes down to fuck himself in a rhythm that compliments Jungkook’s own.

Jungkook just watches amazed at the way Jimin’s pretty cock drools over his belly button with each and every thrust. There’s so much slick now, the bed below him is soaked, and Jimin’s tears flow endlessly along with the saliva from his mouth.

“Look at you, leaking out of every hole, hyung.”

Jimin doesn’t reply, so far gone his voice sounding hoarse with every whine.

Jungkook feels himself getting closer, that familiar tightness in his belly and shiver along his spine that lets him know he doesn’t have much longer. “Where?” He has the presence of mind to ask, and Jimin just clenches.

“Inside!”

Jungkook falls into Jimin’s neck, hands around the back of Jimin’s thighs as he holds him while he fucks him faster and deeper. Jimin continues to sob, arms wound so tightly over the alpha it’s almost like he can’t stand to be apart.

Everything is incredibly sensitive, the light in the room along with the temperature all around. Jimin’s turns toward his face, seeking his lips and Jungkook obliges, kissing him softly while his hips do the complete opposite.

His cock continues to rub over the alpha’s abs with every thrust and Jimin shakes with overstimulation. When Jimin cums, he releases Jungkook’s lips, head falling back in a broken cry. Jungkook continues on, nosing along the column of Jimin’s neck and licking over his scent gland over and over. Jimin finds his as well, mouth kissing along the skin and licking him softly.

When the omega bites over it a bit too strongly the alpha cums instantly. His hips stutter, cock throbbing as he empties every bit of himself into the awaiting heat of Jimin’s hole. His knot starts to swell and he tries to pull back before getting locked in, but Jimin presses his heels against his ass to keep him inside.

“No, alpha! Don’t you dare!”

And were Jungkook a different man, more aggressive and still full of drugs he might have something to say about Jimin’s attitude, but right now, he’s nobody but Jimin’s bitch.

He nods, whining as his knot swells. Jimin presses him closer, lightly kicking his heels so Jungkook locks it in. But the alpha hasn’t knotted like this ever. He’s only had sex, done his job for the government and was never required to knot. So this is all fucking new and incredibly sensitive. He starts to cry and Jimin notices right away, lifting his head up to see what’s wrong.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Hmm. Just never knotted anyone…” He trails off and Jimin gasps lightly.

“Oh, fuck. It’s okay, you’re ahh…doing such a good job.” he praises, running his fingers through the alpha's hair encouraging him to push in little by little until his entire knot stretches Jimin beyond his limit.

The omega is biting his lip so hard it draws blood and Jungkook leans in to kiss him, both helping each other to find relief. He swallows the taste of iron, moaning when Jimin deepens the kiss. His knot throbs and Jimin whines out, gasping when Jungkook thrusts lightly, already getting used to the feeling.

And boy what a feeling it is. He’s never felt this high, never wanted to let his alpha come forward this much. He’s so close to begging Jimin for a bite it’s insane.

When the moment calms down, Jungkook lays his head against Jimin’s chest and they both just rest, breaths coming down along with their heart rate.

It takes about twenty minutes for his knot to come down and by then Jimin is lightly snoring beneath him. He stands up slowly, watching the way Jimin’s brow twitches when he pulls out his flaccid cock.

Cleaning himself off, he does his best to help Jimin get clean as well before falling onto the mattress and passing out.

◈

“Good morning.” Jungkook’s rough voice is laced with sleep, quickly becoming one of Jimin’s favorite things to hear. He watches the alpha stretch out lazily, hair a mess and sticking out every which way but still looking adorable. He can’t help himself when he turns his whole body and props himself right onto Jungkook’s chest, hands flat over the alpha’s pecks as he rests his chin right on top of them.

Jimin stares, and Jungkook who’s finally settled back down, breathes slowly while watching him back. “You’re incredibly sexy.” Jimin admits freely, almost all shame out of the window now that they’ve stripped down every wall between them. Even still, Jungkook’s sultry gaze makes a heat creep up his face.

“Am I now?”

“Mhm.”

“I think you’re incredibly sexy, too. Everything about you is just…addicting. Back when we were younger I thought you were pretty, but now…”

“Now?” Jimin grins, omega preening at the praise he’s receiving, waiting eagerly for more.

“Now, I can’t seem to get enough of you. Your lips for one…so fucking soft and perfect. Your eyes…I love when you smile and…” Without words, Jungkook grabs a handful of Jimin’s ass and squeezes.

The omega yelps, doing his best to maneuver out of his position, but the alpha surprises him by flipping them over. With Jimin below him, Jungkook presses what’s apparently his once again hardening length against Jimin's soft one, and tucks himself into the smaller’s neck.

At the feel of lips kissing over his skin and a tongue licking dangerously close to his scent gland, Jimin rolls his eyes back and rocks his hips in search of friction. He’s getting hard now too, and even though he’d gladly take Jungkook inside of him, they don’t have much time.

“Baby, we have so much to do today.” Jimin does his best to stay rational, but it’s like the alpha hears none of it. Jungkook sucks harder, apparently on a mission to mark Jimin’s neck up, which is something he didn’t do the night before.

This particular gesture is incredibly arousing, the act of marking someone in order to establish some sort of claim is raising all of Jimin's primitive instincts. He’s so close to baring his neck fully while whining like a submissive omega would. It should make Jimin want to run and hide, but it doesn’t. If anything, he feels himself getting harder with every second he thinks about it.

“Mine.” Jungkook growls, the sound traveling straight to Jimin’s cock. Clearly the alpha is on some sort of mission to establish his ownership over Jimin and it’s making his omega crazy.

“Of course I’m yours.” Jimin replies, hoping to soothe whatever monster is currently taking over Jungkook.

The alpha just grunts at that, working down over Jimin’s shoulders to his chest where he latches on to a nipple. The sudden move draws a low huff out of Jimin, whose back is arching in response. He thinks he might still be able to appease Jungkook with a little make-out session, and that perhaps they’ll be ready within the hour to deal with the major issues waiting for them, but that goes out of the window quickly when a large hand wraps around his cock.

The size difference is stark, Jimin’s smaller size even more evident with Jungkook’s large hand encompassing its entirety.

“Jungkookie…baby…we h–have…we have to…”

Jungkook ignores his pleas, hand dropping down to collect some of Jimin’s slick to bring back over Jimin’s cock. He starts stroking faster, mouth back on Jimin’s in some sort of distraction technique which is working wonders because Jimin doesn’t even remember what he was talking about.

“Ah, alpha…gods yes…feels good.” He babbles and Jungkook’s chuckle seems mocking but proud.

“Good omega.” Jungkook praises and Jimin wants to cry at how ashamed he is for being turned on by such words. The Jimin of a few months ago would never have caved for such animalistic admiration, but here he is.

He’s lost in the haze of Jungkook’s hand working him over, and the sound of his slick bouncing off the walls is so obscene, but Jimin can’t help thrust up faster into Jungkook’s tight grip.

“That’s it, just like that. You gonna cum for alpha?”

And fuck, yes he is.

Jimin nods frantically, hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s biceps to help steady him as he thrusts up faster, hips lifting completely off the mattress as he feels the familiar sensation creeping up his spine.

His high reaches him fast, the strength of it leaving him shaking. His mouth is open, but no sound comes out, just rapid breaths he hopes will settle his heart back to a normal rhythm eventually.

“So good for alpha. So, so pretty. Came so well.”

Jungkook’s voice ignites Jimin’s instincts, the sound so distinctly wolf Jimin almost whines out and begs to be bitten. It’s quite overwhelming and incredibly scary. He manages to calm down, stabilizing his breaths and taking in the white ceiling as he focuses on the soft humming sound of the facility around him.

Jungkook remains silent above him, his body half on Jimin’s chest and half between his legs. His head rests on Jimin's shoulder, fingers swirling Jimin’s cum over his belly in mindless patterns.

Jimin’s fingers brush through his hair idly, the moment so completely serene Jimin feels like he’s living in a dream.

He could get used to this.

“We need to get up.” Jimin reminds them, but he’s not making any moves to do such a thing.

Jungkook chuckles and turns his head to look up, leaving Jimin absolutely breathless.

And it’s then that he realizes.

He loves Jungkook. He’s in love with him and he’s been in love with him for as long as he can remember.

This alpha, this…man, who stole his heart all those years ago. Such a perfect specimen. Strong and smart. Sexy and wicked.

Fuck.

“Your voice is fucked, hyung.”

Jimin snorts and does his best to hide how he feels. “Maybe because someone around here is insatiable.”

“That’s strange because the only one that made a mess was you.”

“That’s because you literally grabbed my—”

And if Jimin thought Jungkook was sexy before, it doesn’t compare to the act he performs right now.

With Jimin’s cum on his fingertips, Jungkook brings them up to his mouth and licks them clean before swallowing hard. When his eyes flick back to Jimin, the omega swears he sees a hint of red, but that could be his fucked-out mind playing tricks on him.

He does, however, give in when Jungkook leans in and kisses him, forcing him to taste himself on the alpha’s tongue.

Yeah, he's absolutely fucked.

◈

“Sorry we’re late.” Jimin hurries to apologize with a very shy Jungkook trailing behind him. Taehyung gives him a knowing look, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from giggling.

And he better remain quiet if he knows what’s good for him.

“It’s fine, Jimin. We all had a rough night last night.” Hobi replies.

Tae looks like he’s about to bust at the ‘rough night’ comment, and Jimin begs him silently to keep his mouth shut.

Thankfully his soulmate mimes zipping his lips and Jimin thanks him with a nod before turning back to Hobi.

“Yeah, well. I…I’ve brought Jungkook.”

The alpha steps out from behind him, like that would make any difference. His presence is large in the room and none of the omegas in it would ever be able to miss him.

“Hello, Jungkook. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Hoseok walks around his large desk and puts out a hand in greeting.

“Same.” Jungkook nods, standing taller and doing his best to look every bit as alpha as he can in a room full of omegas. He shakes Hobi’s hand respectfully.

“I’m glad to see that you’ve fully recovered. That means you’ll be well enough to discuss a lot of pressing matters. Have a seat.” Hoseok gestures to one of the seats in the office and Jungkook looks hesitant to take any. Jimin sits on one nearest Jungkook and then the alpha relaxes, settling down right next to Jimin.

Hobi’s eyes trail every movement, silent but observant. “I think we should begin with introductions. You know Jimin.” He gestures toward him and Jimin can’t help but coo at Jungkook’s large eyes that find him instantly. “That is Jin, he is invaluable to us. I believe you know Taehyung. And I am Hoseok.” Hobi makes his way to the front of his desk where he leans on the edge and takes a seat.

Jimin snickers at Hobi’s dramatic introduction of Jin, and Jungkook notices, but nothing is said about it.

“So, with that out of the way. I’m sure you are eager for answers and I hope we can come together peaceably to find them together.”

Jungkook doesn’t speak much, but he acknowledges Hobi and relaxes his shoulder a bit when Jimin’s hand comes to his knee.

Hobi’s eyes flicker there too, but he continues. “As you well know, there are many things happening within our government that are incredibly immoral and vile. There are countless programs that exist today made to not only hurt wolves, but treat them like nothing more than animals. I know you are part of an organization created to stop us from taking down such groups, so it will be quite challenging to speak without offense. I hope you know I mean none.”

“What Hobi is trying to say is that we don’t like your kind and will stop at nothing to reach our goals.” Jin tacks on smugly, winking at Jungkook while ignoring an exasperated Hobi.

Taehyung chuckles behind them, leaning on a small table and finding this whole thing amusing. Jimin wishes he had such an ease of temperament as him.

“I suppose that is it in a nutshell.” Hobi confirms with a clearing of his throat.

Jungkook sits there rigid, but he doesn’t seem agitated. He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it, perhaps thinking of the right thing to say. Jimin reaches for his hand instead and squeezes it.

“Go ahead.” His words seem to be all the encouragement Jungkook needs as the alpha turns back toward Hobi and begins speaking.

“I was ignorant of such things for my entire life. It is only because of Tae and Jimin that I have become aware. I am sure you all have stories.” The room turns quiet as each omega lowers their gaze to the floor. “I had no idea that any of this was happening. Within my group we were trained for combat and defense strategies. We were never exposed to any of this and most alphas are sworn to secrecy so no one talked about anything. I don’t mean any of you harm and I hope that you have extended that same courtesy to my friends.”

Jimin watches Hobi clench his jaw, and Jin seems to pick up on it because he comes closer and rounds the desk. He always stands next to Hobi when important matters are discussed and is usually the voice of reason. Jimin admires his level of patience and ability to calm everyone around him.

Jin releases his scent of lilac and comes towards Jungkook’s seat, eyeing Jimin for permission. He doesn’t know what his hyung is up to, but he silently acknowledges whatever he’s asking to do.

“I know you are eager, pup. I can smell your worry. Come, I’ll take you to them.”

“Hyung! We haven’t finished discussing—” Hobi jumps up, a look of shock written all over his face, but Jin simply turns to him with a gentle smile, waves of his scent floating about the room. “Darling, you know what it feels like to be worried for your friends. You’ve experienced this many times. You get that way with Jimin and Tae whenever they go on missions and you’re worried for me now that I stand by such a powerful alpha, but I can assure you, this pup won’t do anything crazy. He seems to be honest in his desire to understand, and judging by the look of Jimin’s neck, he would never betray him.”

Jimin gasps quietly and closes his mouth, hand flying up to cover the evidence once he realizes he’s been caught. Jungkook’s entire face turns red and somewhere in the back Jimin swears he can hear Taehyung giggling like a little boy.

“Now, come Jungkook. Perhaps you can reason with your friends and we can move on with what everyone here wants. Peace.”

As they walk through the halls, they bump into some familiar faces, betas and omegas that still eye Jungkook skeptically. Jimin just nods at them, smiling to ensure that the alpha next to him is of no danger.

When they reach the holding room Jungkook used to be in, the alpha seems to recognize something, immediately stiffening.

“What is it?”

“Namjoon. He’s…he’s sick.”

Jin eyes Jimin who does the same and with a swift command to open the door, the guards on duty immediately comply.

On the ground is Namjoon, clear as day, writhing in pain and agony.

“Oh shit. I think he’s also going through withdrawals. Quick. Call a medic.” Jimin tells one of the guards outside of the room. Jungkook runs over to the alpha on the floor and grabs a hold of his hand, worry written all over his face.

“Hyung. It’s me. Jungkook. I’m here.”

“Jungkook?” Namjoon asks, eyes cloudy and clearly not fully there.

“Jimin hyung.” Jungkook turns to Jimin with so much agony in his expression it breaks his heart. Jimin bends down to be beside him, hand on his back to rub in soothing circles.

“Don’t worry. We’ll help them.”

Within moments Namjoon is being assisted. Just then Tae comes into view, the entire debacle drawing everyone’s attention.

“Take him to my room!” He insists and the medics do so quickly.

“What about the others?” Jungkook inquires, desperation in his voice.

Jin immediately rushes over to the only other room they have. When they get inside, Jimin watches Jungkook fly across the room to help another alpha off the floor. Beside the alpha sits a beta, who is not as affected as the other two.

“Yoongi hyung! It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

The beta, Yoongi, seems to calm down at Jungkook’s presence, gesturing with his head toward the alpha beside him. “You need to help Yeji—ah. She’s been struggling since last night. ”

Jungkook nods, turning to Jin and Jimin for help.

“The medic will send more people.” Jin explains as Jungkook sits on the ground holding on to Yeji. Jimin can only imagine what it feels like to be worried over someone you consider a friend. Especially when their life is on the line. He looks so dejected, almost like he’s never experienced any of them struggling.

“Tokki, it’ll be okay.” Jimin tries to soothe, stepping up behind him to place a hand on his shoulder. The beta next to him eyes him warily, the judgment clear as day, but Jimin remains steadfast. Not everyone understands their past, and they more than likely won’t understand their present, because right now, it does look exactly as Yoongi is probably assuming.

Within minutes the medics return, taking Yeji out to presumably place her in another room where there is a bed. Jungkook releases her reluctantly, but once the most sick wolves are gone, it’s just the four of them.

“Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook starts, voice scratchy and edged with the promise of a sob. Jimin kneels down with him, embracing him from behind. That earns him a scoff from the beta.

“I didn’t think you were a traitor, Kook–ah.” Yoongi mumbles, but it rings loudly through the silent room. Jin takes a step back and even though he’s releasing calming pheromones, he knows that this is a moment that shouldn’t include him.

“I’ll be at the office, Jimin–ah. If you need anything…” He stares down the omega, a clear warning on his face that basically says, if anyone fucks with you, I’ll kill them.

Jimin nods and continues to hold Jungkook, the stress radiating off the alpha making his omega whimper. He doesn’t like that Jungkook feels like this and he wishes with everything inside of him that he could take it all away.

“Tokki, are you okay?”

Jungkook nods and goes to stand, careful not to topple Jimin over. They both get to their feet and Jimin grabs Jungkook’s face to make the alpha look him right in the eyes. “Hey, I’m so sorry. They’ll be okay. Our medics are amazing. They helped you, right?” Jimin assures, rubbing his thumbs gently over Jungkook’s cheeks. “Your friends will be okay.” He affirms once more before leaning in to kiss him softly.

He hears the beta snarl a bit, but it’s not menacing, more grossed out. One more look at Jungkook and he finds the alpha is slightly calmer. “Talk to your friend. I trust you.” With that he walks out of the room hoping that leaving Jungkook alone with a friend from A.P.E.X. won’t be a mistake.

He trusts Jungkook, but he doesn’t know his friends or how convincing they can be. He’ll just have to hope that his heart isn’t leading him astray.

Chapter Text

“Yoongi hyung. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Yoongi scoffs and shakes his head cockily. “You know I can’t be hurt, Kook. I may be a beta but I’m strong.”

Jungkook snorts, but it’s all in admiration. Yoongi certainly is strong, but not as strong as an alpha. And considering he doesn't take any sort of vitamins, he’s just your basic beta placed in the role he was best suited for.

“Hyung, I’m not a traitor. You know me. There’s just…I’ve learned so much and I need you to listen to me.”

Yoongi hums. “Are you going to tell me about the breeding centers? The vitamins and everything else the government is hiding?”

Jungkook staggers, dropping back to the ground before his friend in complete disbelief. “You knew?’

“Of course I knew. Us betas know more than we’re given credit for. We aren’t important for breeding, but we are important in this society. We fill our roles efficiently and quietly. We fit in where we need to. No one bothers with us because what exactly do we have to offer besides our brains?”

“Shit, hyung. I guess I’ve been pretty ignorant about a lot of things.”

“It’s okay. Most people don’t really know what’s going on.”

“So, how do you know?”

Yoongi huffs out and tries to stretch his arms. They’ve clearly been bound for a while now and his wrists are probably aching. Jungkook eyes him apologetically. “I’m about to tell you something, Kook–ah, and I need to be able to trust that you won’t go telling the first omega that strikes your fancy.”

That comment holds more than just asking for secrecy. He obviously picked up on Jungkook and Jimin’s connection, not that he needed much evidence. He knows what his friend is asking. It seems he doesn’t trust anyone and he can’t blame him. Although Yoongi’s been trained for years to fight against the resistance he’s known the truth all along. He’s smart in that way. Betas stay out of trouble by doing what they need to and keeping their mouths shut. Jungkook should have given him more credit.

“Of course, but…I also need you to understand that I accept their side a lot more now and I think their cause is justified.”

“I get that. But, this is going to be shocking as hell.”

“Hit me with it.”

Yoongi laughs but it’s more about Jungkook’s eagerness. The beta seems glad the alpha is healthy and well. He must’ve been worried sick. He sighs deeply and pins his eyes on Jungkook. “Betas talk, many work for the government in the areas of Science and development, so it’s no surprise they know things on a deeper level. Some have heard rumors, while others insist they’ve experienced it for themselves.”

“Experienced what, hyung? Spit it out!” Jungkook impatiently pouts and Yoongi lifts a brow at that.

“Okay. Okay. So, there’s a theory that Lee isn’t a beta.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Yoongi hesitates for only a second before whispering. “I said, Lee isn’t a beta.”

“Then what the fuck is he?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath and locks eyes with Jungkook again. “Omega.”

Jungkook stops working.

Yoongi just huffs out and adjusts his sitting position. He seems hesitant to continue, but Jungkook finally comes to, pressing him further.

“That’s insane. What are you even talking about?”

“Like I said, it’s all a hearsay, betas talk, but I believe it. Some betas have said on occasion they’ve picked up sweet floral scents coming from Lee. Other times they say he’ll have bouts of fevers and times when he takes leave of absence, usually coinciding with the patterns of omega heats. I don’t know. It’s all…”

“Fuck. Hyung…what you're saying is dangerous. If anyone finds out.”

“Who’s going to find out, Kook? I thought you were part of the resistance now.”

“Well, yeah…it’s just that...this is all so crazy. Why the hell would Lee even lie? Why start a program like this and let it get so bad?”

“I don’t know anything, Kook–ah. But, I could understand why he might do it.”

“Hyung, there’s never a reason to be so fucking evil.”

“Just listen. Perhaps as an omega he felt that he’d never be listened to. Omegas have always been expected to breed, care for their household and hold positions as educators or something related to public service. They could never excel to the levels of a beta who can achieve more without the burden of having heats or ruts. We are expendable but also brilliant. Our roles are based on our strengths. An omega scientist? Not likely to ever be accepted. It’s like they don’t believe it should exist. Maybe he lied so that he could be heard and respected. If he claimed to be an alpha his small frame alone would have given him away. Clearly he planned this out.”

Jungkook contemplates this information. It’s true that omegas aren’t accepted as smart or able creatures. And maybe Jungkook was a little prejudiced in that sense knowing he could take down any of them while doing his job. But he’s also seen what they’re capable of and Jimin has shown him how brilliant they truly are.

Being in this secure building created by them, and seeing Jimin in action, fighting against alphas, has all been incredibly impressive and arousing as hell.

“How do people not pick up on his scent? Betas always have subtle smells. Are you saying he did something to hide it?”

“Think, Jungkook. If he can create a successful breeding program and pheromone enhancing drugs, why wouldn’t he be able to suppress his own or mask it?”

“Wow, this is just…it’s dangerous to even presume such things. We’ve been taught since we were young to respect and accept the government's word as bond. Mandated to help in the cause for creating more alphas and stabilizing our society. What does he have to gain? Why more alphas?”

Yoongi laughs this time, an eerie shake to his shoulders that Jungkook pouts at. “What exactly is so funny?”

“Naive, boy. Think again. Have our alpha numbers increased in the last ten years?”

Jungkook does think and he comes up with one answer. “No.”

“Right. So, I think that maybe Lee doesn’t give a fuck about alphas. I think that he’s breeding more and more omegas. Just…count in your head how many fucking breeding centers there are. Think of that and the countless omegas who have escaped and are somewhere hiding in the underground. He might have the idea of creating a society only full of omegas for gods know what reason, but he’s not calculating how his methods are fucking them over. I doubt omegas will be accepting of whatever the hell he's trying to do. But I don’t even think Lee gives a damn. It could just be for power or money. Who knows?”

“Wait. Wait. Are you telling me he’s trying to wipe out everyone except for omegas and even if they might not agree with his methods, it won’t even matter because in the end he’ll have succeeded with his plan.”

“It’s a possibility. No one is stopping him. He’s been at this for over twenty years.”

“Hyung, what the fuck? How did you even decipher all this?”

“I told you, betas talk. And recently our numbers have been decreasing, too. Just like you, we want our species to live on.”

“So that’s why there are some betas at this facility. It all makes sense. They’re part of the resistance as well.”

“We’re everywhere.”

“Shit. Why have you never said anything? Did…didn’t you trust me?”

“Jungkook, would you have believed me weeks ago before you got your dick wet?”

Jungkook gasps. “Hyung!”

Yoongi chuckles and winks. “You didn’t deny it.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flame up and he turns away slightly to hide it. “It’s…complicated.”

“Is it? Because from what I saw, it looked very uncomplicated.”

“It’s…do you remember what I told you about my time at Genesis?”

“Yeah.”

“He was one of the…boys there. We have a history.”

“I can see that.” Yoongi teases and Jungkook whines.

“Hyungggg! What about you and Namjoon!”

Yoongi chuckles. “I’ve already told you, we're just friends. He and I have an understanding. That’s all.”

“Sure, if you say so.”

“I do, but from what I saw, you both are in deep.”

“I guess you can say that.”

Yoongi smiles then, amused by Jungkook’s blushing cheeks. “I’m glad you found your way to the truth, even if it was this way. It’s been hard to live a lie.” Jungkook nods his head and smiles in return.

“I’m glad you came back for me. Now we can talk more with Jimin and inform Namjoon and Yeji.”

“Yes, but first I’d like to hear from the leader here and maybe we can do our own investigation.”

Jungkook smiles wide, always excited to start a new mission. He may not be doing what his government called for him to do, but right now he doesn’t even know who’s running things. They just need to come up with a plan that will work.

He doesn’t doubt that they will, now that Yoongi is on board, but he just has to convince Namjoon and Yeji. He’s not exactly sure how that will turn out.

“Hey, so did any of you jerks collect my bike?” He asks after a moment of contemplation.

Yoongi laughs and leans back, eyes full of endearment for Jungkook. “You know we did. She’s in your garage. We couldn’t leave her behind.”

Jungkook sighs out, relieved that his friends had his back the entire time. There’s no doubt they’ll have his back even after this. “Thank you.”

◈

After talking with Hobi and Jin, Jungkook was able to get Yoongi to talk to them as well. Surprisingly, they were very open to listening to Jungkook’s pleas about his friends and how the information Yoongi had was monumental. They accepted him as an ally, which is incredible considering they started out as enemies. Thankfully he has Jimin at his side through the entire process.

Yoongi explained his theory to a very shocked Hobi. They all seemed eager to come up with a plan to expose these lies and establish a more healthy government. Jungkook isn’t exactly for political talk, but he respects the desires of the wolves before him because they align with his own desires.

Jimin seems incredibly confused and shocked, but he sits idly by listening intently as the beta explains everything. As soon as he’s finished, they assure Yoongi his safety and give him a place to stay.

Namjoon and Yeji were stabilized in the meanwhile and within mere hours everything calmed down for the night. Yoongi was led to sleeping quarters and then everyone set off to sleep with the promise of coming up with a plan the next day.

As he walks back to Jimin’s room, they both remain quiet, the day’s events leaving them exhausted and burned out. Jimin unlocks his door while Jungkook presses his large alpha frame against his back tightly. He’s breathing down the omegas neck, inhaling everything he can now that Jimin’s scent has returned to its calming essence.

The omega lets him, which makes Jungkook’s alpha preen with delight. He loves how easily Jimin lets him in, how much he allows Jungkook in his space to take what he wants without question. It seems that Jimin needs this affection as well if his quiet purring is anything to go by.

“Let's get cleaned up.” Jimin whispers, head tilting back to find Jungkook’s face. The alpha pecks his pretty lips lightly, unable to keep himself from touching and loving on the omega in his arms. He winds his hands around his waist and tugs him closer, reveling in the feel of Jimin’s body as if being distant from him the entire day was too much for his wolf to deal with.

“You’re very clingy tonight.” Jimin chuckles, eyes large and exuding emotions Jungkook can only interpret as adoration and something more. He pecks him again, works his lips over his jaw and down to his neck where he noses at Jimin’s scent gland. He pushes on it, spreads the scent around and over his skin so he can experience it more intensely.

His actions make Jimin whine quietly, sweetness so cloying filling the air in waves, making his alpha lightheaded, but he loves it. “Mmm, missed you.”

Another laugh fills the room, but it’s incredibly enamored. Jimin turns and wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck, lacing his fingers at the hair on his nape. Jungkook’s hands make a home at his waist. “I missed you more.” He replies haughtily as if his feelings trump Jungkook's own.

But he’s wrong.

“Nope.” Jungkook retaliates, a wolfish grin adorning his pretty mouth.

Jimin snorts and leans in closer. “Are you trying to compete with me, hmm? Nope? Is that all you have to say?”

“Mhm.”

“Wow, so eloquent.”

“Yeah? I was just copying the way you respond to me when I have my tongue in your—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” Jimin slaps him on the chest, a pretty rosy blush spreading over his cheeks making Jungkook’s wolf feel prideful at having caused that.

He loves the way the blond looks, all pliable and vulnerable, practically begging to be eaten.

“Thank you, hyung.” He decides to say instead, turning the intimate moment around for a second in order to be vulnerable himself.

“For what? I haven't done anything.”

“Of course you have! You helped keep my friends safe, acted as a mediator for our groups to talk peacefully and have kept your promises to me. So thank you.”

Jimin’s eyes water slightly and he smiles to hide it. “Well, you already know I would do anything for you. You’re my friend.”

“Yeah? Is that the only reason?”

Jungkook’s stare is intense as he prods his way into Jimin’s soul. He knows it’s invasive and maybe Jimin is just a nice omega who likes him a lot, but he can tell there’s more. There’s always been more, especially for him.

“Well…I mean…there’s a lot of reasons, but…yeah I care a lot for you and…”

“I care a lot for you too, hyung.” Jungkook interrupts, excited that Jimin is slowly admitting feelings he knew existed but for some reason his alpha is a greedy bastard and just needs to hear it out loud. “How much do you care for me, hmm?” He can’t help teasing, pushing Jimin even further.

He should be nice, but he can’t stop. He needs to know. He’s greedy greedy greedy.

Jimin seems to slowly process Jungkook’s words, eyes just staring at Jungkook as if he’s hung the moon and the stars. “I…a lot. I care so much for you.”

“Yeah? Hyung cares so much for his dongsaeng?” Jungkook mimics the whiney tone Jimin just used.

Jimin hides his face in Jungkook’s neck. “Why must you tease me so? You’re such a brat. You should respect your elders!”

“But it’s more fun to be disrespectful. Do you want me to be respectful?” His tone is anything but considerate, laced with so much hidden intention Jimin buries himself further into the crook of his neck and inhales quietly.

“No.” He whispers.

“No?”

He shakes his head as best as he can while hiding, and Jungkook turns to kiss his temple. “Does hyung want me to be disrespectful?”

Jimin nods.

“Ah, hyung wants to be treated rudely, hmm? Wants his dongsaeng to do so many disrespectful things…” Jungkook's voice is husky against Jimin’s ear and the omega responds beautifully, skin breaking out in goosebumps, a weak little shiver racking his body.

“How does hyung want to be disrespected?” Jungkook tortures, lips grazing the shell of his ear and rubbing over his cheek, canines already extracting. He has to take in a deep breath to control his alpha, something he struggles with intensely when it comes to Jimin.

Jimin lifts his head slowly at the question, focusing his blazing eyes on Jungkook’s mouth, demeanor practically begging to be taken.

“Don’t be mean to me.” He pouts, standing on his tiptoes to peck Jungkook’s lips reverently. ”Be nice to your hyung, baby.”

Jungkook growls so quietly it comes off as a tiny rumble in his chest. Jimin smiles triumphantly. “What? Is alpha getting impatient?”

Jungkook's fingers tighten on Jimin’s hips. “You like me impatient. Don’t act all innocent with me, Jimin–ah.”

Jimin’s eyes fire up at the blatant disrespect. “It’s hyung.” He corrects, but it comes out weakly and something in his stare exposes how much he actually likes it.

“Hyung…” Jungkook mocks, stepping forward to make Jimin step back.

“Pretty hyung…” He lowers his tone, voice deeper yet filled with lust, continuing to walk Jimin backwards.

“My hyung…” He says again, this time with a growl, and when they meet the wall, Jimin gasps pathetically.

Jungkook finds satisfaction in the fact that the omega can’t find his voice, and when the air fills with the disgustingly sweet scent of wildflowers, Jungkook chuckles. “Already wet, hyung? I haven’t even touched you.”

“It’s rude to use your alpha against me. You should be more discreet when you pick up scents. A respectable alpha never admits he can smell an omega’s slick.”

“I thought we established I wasn’t respectable.” Jungkook snarls, lifting Jimin up into his arms by the back of his thighs. The move is so sudden Jimin barely gets a chance to prepare for it, arms winding frantically around Jungkook’s neck.

In any other situation he’d romance Jimin and lead him to the soft bed where a respectful alpha would make love to their omega, but right now Jungkook wants nothing more than to stuff the omega full.

He dives in to kiss him hungrily, sucking and nipping on Jimin’s lips leaving him breathless. Using his body to press Jimin tightly against the wall, he slides his hands back over to the waistband of Jimin’s pants and tugs down roughly. A satisfied rumble fills the air when he feels the fabric shift to expose Jimin’s ass completely. The tips of his fingers run over the wetness there, the omega’s slick leaking so profusely it’s dripping everywhere.

In the past Jimin would have been shy about it, even ashamed he wet himself in this manner, but now he seems smug, looking at Jungkook hazily, daring him to continue.

Jungkook just waits, hands holding each butt cheek tightly, slipping a bit due to the slick. He seems to have all the patience in the world, but Jimin doesn’t. He breaks first, leaning in to nose along Jungkook’s neck, attaching to his scent gland and tugging with teeth that are way sharper than they were moments ago.

The alpha’s knees buckle, but he manages to remain standing even when Jimin sneaks his small hands between them, undoing the alpha’s pants and whispering needily. “Take it off.”

With one hand holding Jimin up, Jungkook pushes his pants down until his cock is freed.

Jimin complains when his own pants restrict his movements. They’re inhibiting him from feeling Jungkook’s heat, blocking him from pressing their cocks together. “I can’t…help…take them off all the way!” He whines out, earning a humored chuckle from Jungkook.

But the alpha takes mercy on him, immediately helping remove Jimin’s pants one leg at a time, not once setting him down on the ground. Jimin’s arousal seems to flair at the demonstration of such strength. So much so that when he finally wraps his naked legs around Jungkook’s waist, he wastes no time in grabbing the alpha's cock in his small hands to line it up. He only manages to push in the tip before everything becomes too much.

The groan that leaves both of their lips is animalistic. Jimin cries out due to the burn of penetrating himself without any prep. But it’s evident to Jungkook that he loves it. They stay that way for a few seconds, letting the rounded tip stretch his hole open until Jimin shows him he wants more.

Slowly, the omega drops his hips down, releasing his tight hold on Jungkook’s shoulders to fill himself up inch by excruciating inch.

Jungkook’s grip tightens, fingers digging into the omega’s flesh where he’s sure it’ll mark up. And Jimin whimpers even more, the pain of it all converting into pleasure. He grits his teeth adorably, nose turning pink from the stress of the pain and the tears filling his eyes.

“Always so pretty, baby.”

Jimin can’t reply, much too enraptured at the way Jungkook’s girth fills him, the length seemingly never ending. The alpha remains stoic, the only evidence of his own despair the tiny bit of sweat on his brow.

Jimin looks like he wants to cry, simultaneously overcome with the need to drive Jungkook’s cock in faster while also on the brink of begging him to stop. But as Jungkook watches him unfold, it’s clear that he is all that Jimin wants, all that he needs…

Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe when they’re together. He can sense how Jimin’s omega is calling for him and Jungkook’s alpha puffs up knowing that Jimin is all his. Everything that Jimin becomes when he’s with Jungkook is exactly what he wants him to be.

When he feels like Jimin is stretched enough, Jungkook starts to move. Jimin keens, head falling back to hit the wall behind him. Jungkook attacks his neck immediately, laving over the flesh, inhaling Jimin’s scent until there's nothing left.

“Jungkook…” Jimin grits out, and the sound is so pretty, the alpha feels his cock swell.

He starts up a rhythm that aches so deliciously he wants to live inside the omega forever. It’s like a wave washing over him, pulling him underneath and he wants nothing more than to drift slowly to that peak of pleasure.

“I’m here, baby.” Jungkook says so softly one would think he wasn’t spearing Jimin open on his huge cock. He strokes Jimin’s hair, one hand clenched tightly over the small of Jimin's back, hips pistoning in abandon.

Jimin can barely hold on, arms getting weaker as they scramble to latch onto the alpha’s large shoulders. His small cock rubs over and over on Jungkook’s stomach, the ridges there hitting the sensitive head of his cock with every thrust.

“Sound so pretty, hyung.” Jungkook continues to praise, soft lips brushing over his skin, the touch so tender it makes Jimin crazier. The way it’s so easy to break Jimin apart while putting him back together makes him feel incredibly pleased.

“Want you to cum all over my cock.” He says in a breath right after, and Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, hole clenching as Jungkook angles his hips and hits him right where Jimin’s world turns upside down.

And although it wasn’t a direct command, the alpha notices how Jimin rushes to that very end, desperate to show how pleased he is with the alpha for being so good and giving him his attention. He works his hips in tandem with Jungkook, using what little strength he has left to compliment the movement of Jungkook’s hips, finding a matching rhythm. The air is filled with quickened breaths, stifling the room with the heat of their arousal.

It smells like an omega is getting fucked and Jungkook can’t help but delight in the fact that everyone will know. Jungkook's fingers move down to his ass, squeeze tightly and pull his cheeks apart, thrusting in deeper—if that's even possible. Jimin cries out, head falling over Jungkook’s shoulder as the alpha lifts him up slightly, all his strength keeping Jimin afloat as he drowns in ecstasy.

“That's it, baby. Taking me so well. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

Jimin sobs, those words tipping him over the edge. His cum spurts between their bodies causing him to slide easier over Jungkook’s belly.

“Ahh…alphaa…ah ah ahh…” Jimin whimpers as he attempts to show Jungkook how good he feels. He wants him to listen to the way he breaks, how good it feels to be split open, how good he’s being for taking everything he’s given. And Jungkook is definitely listening.

The omega's arms tighten around Jungkook’s neck and he does his best to seek the alpha’s lips, whining when a warm tongue finds his own. The kiss is so gentle it breaks Jungkook’s heart a little, the thought that he’s been missing this very thing for so long making him upset.

Jimin licks at him hungrily, biting his tongue and sucking on his lips as he rolls his hips faster, helping Jungkook find his pleasure. It doesn’t take long after that. He cums hard, the heat of it filling Jimin up, his tummy bulging as Jungkook continues to push it in. He’s ravenous with it, mad even as he thrusts faster and harder. It’s like he wants to make sure it sticks, like he needs to know Jimin’s body takes his seed.

When he feels satisfied, Jungkook stops moving, simply presses himself into Jimin tighter until the omega is flat against the wall. Their breaths come rapidly, heart rate out of control, but the pleasure overshadows it all.

“Baby…” Jungkoook whispers, turning his head to Jimin’s neck to take in deep breaths, consuming Jimin’s essence.

Jimin can’t talk, just runs his fingers through Jungkook’s sweaty hair as he rubs his cheek over his temple. They scent each other quietly, satiated and happy. Jungkook’s cock turns soft, some of his cum slips out of Jimin’s hole, and like a pathetic omega Jimin whines about it.

Jungkook immediately notices.

“It’s okay, baby. Alpha will give you more later. So good for me, hmm? Taking all of my seed. Such a sweet omega.”

Jimin calms at the words, body getting more limp the longer Jungkook scents him. He leans in to hide in the crook of the alpha’s neck and soon he drifts off to dreamland in Jungkook’s arms.

◈

“Did you want to go outside for a bit? Get some fresh air?” Jimin asks the next morning while he mindlessly cards his fingers through the alpha’s hair. The way Jungkook shoots up to pin him with excited eyes reminds him of a pup who was just offered candy. He giggles, kissing his nose. “Okay. I’ll talk to Hobi. We can take a quick walk and then gather your friends to talk.”

Jungkook’s smile is so fond and Jimin is proud to have been the one to put it there. Truthfully, he feels bad that he had to keep Jungkook locked up, that his friends were hurting and that now he’s asking the alpha to go against everything he knows. But deep down he knows he and Jungkook have a bond that can’t be broken, no matter how many years they were kept apart. There’s something there that started long ago, and nothing has been able to sever it.

They dress quickly, stealing glances and kisses every so often. As usual Jungkook trails behind him like a lost puppy, waiting outside Hobi’s office diligently and smiling when Jimin returns. He can’t help himself, unable to hide his smile at successfully securing their little momentary excursion amidst such terrible times.

Although they have guards pacing a few feet being them, the walk outdoors is still their own.

“Thank you for this hyung. I had no idea this facility was underground this entire time.”

Jimin giggles. “You know why I had to keep things secret. Just don’t betray me or else I’ll have to hunt you down.”

“Is that a promise?” The alpha teases, eyes filled with so much want Jimin would have his way with him right now were it not for the omegas a few feet away.

“I just…felt like I owed you something. I never intended for things to turn out this way, but I’m also glad they did. It led me to you and to our friends and now…”

“Now we make the future ours.”

Jimin nods, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and brings it to his chest.

“Now we make the future ours.” he repeats earnestly.

Once the walk is over and they get breakfast into their bellies, Jungkook is led to the rooms where his other friends are.

Tae almost falls to his knees when Namjoon recognizes him. They hug it out first and then Jimin is hugged as well, smiling when he hears a faint growl behind him.

“He still a jealous pup?” Namjoon whispers amused and Jimin nods. “When is Jungkook not behaving like a pup?” He giggles and the look Namjoon gives him is fond. Tae takes his place soon after, leading Namjoon to a sofa so they can be together and then everyone goes silent.

“Okay, settle down everyone. We have a ton of shit to talk about.” Jin supplies.

As Hobi talks, the alphas listen, Yeji being the most shocked out of everyone. It’s like her young and innocent brain can’t process it all.

“So, you’re saying that I’ve been working for a corrupt leader?” Namjoon questions, mind running a hundred miles per hour trying to place everything together. “I’m gonna need a drink for this.”

Yoongi nods, setting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. The fact that Yoongi is speaking up makes the whole thing more real and the alphas are more receptive. Jungkook continues telling them more about how he ended up here and how he and Jimin reunited. He left out the personal bits, but everyone seems almost giddy at the impromptu reunion.

Hobi brings out some soju and whatever liquor they have in storage and offload every bit of information they have between them. The day turns into something beautiful, everyone seemingly forgetting their roles for just a moment and reminiscing about the past and talking about all the injustices in their government. Even though they all don’t know each other, they think back on their happy moments and experiences in their own programs that led them to where they are today.

Eventually Jin brings out more drinks and a plan is hashed out right then.

“So, we’ll go back tomorrow. Explain how we tried to find Jungkook with no luck. We tell them that the base we sought out did not exist and that Jungkook is missing. Hopefully this will gain us access into other areas we have yet to learn about under the guise of seeking out Jungkook. Perhaps Choi will allow us to use A.P.E.X.’s database to find other resistance bases, but in truth we’ll be accessing all these breeding center locations instead.” Namjoon explains and everyone nods.

“Once there, I can hack into the security programs and attain access to locations we’ve never been to before. Places we would never get permission to go into.” Yoongi adds on, excitement written all over his features.

“I’ll keep the other alphas from being nosy. Distract them while you guys collect the information you need.” Yeji states confidently.

“Yes, and while you’re busy redirecting and distracting, Yoongi and I will collect video footage of all the illegal and unethical happenings throughout the facilities. If we collect enough proof, we can send the footage to television news channels and expose the truth.”

Hobi looks teary-eyed, a look of disbelief on his face and Jimin wants to run over and comfort him, but he knows that the omega is nothing but happy.

“If this all comes together, if…” Hobi chokes and Jin rubs over his back. “...if you’re successful, this could mean a new life, new government and…freedom for all of us.”

“I agree. At first this was all hard for me to believe, but I know Jungkook and he would never lead me astray. Jimin and Tae were the cherry on top.”

“What about me?” Yoongi playfully pouts.

“You too, hyung. If you hadn't confirmed what you’ve heard from the betas, I would have thought this was all some elaborate hoax.” Namjoon states matter-of-factly.

The room goes quiet then, everyone a little tipsy but warm thanks to the food and alcohol in their bellies.

“In the morning we’ll release you. I hope that you do not betray us, Namjoon–ah.”

“We won’t.” He promises, standing to put his hand out in a show of honor.

Hobi stands as well, grasping his hand and shaking. The oath is sealed and Jimin smiles relieved because beside him, Jungkook looks like everything is right in the world.

◈

“Are you sure you’re okay staying here? I know how much being with your colleagues means to you.” Jimin whispers to Jungkook. They’re laying in bed after a long night of conspiring and drinking. It’s a question he feels he should ask although he doesn’t really mean it. Or rather, he doesn’t really want Jungkook to go, but he knows he can’t be selfish. He did keep him here against his will initially.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Besides, I’m the excuse they need to start the investigation and gaining permissions to access databases. If I go then the plan will fall apart.”

Jimin nods with a pout, picking at the invisible lint on the bed sheets. They’ve slept together every night since becoming intimate and he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to sleep alone again. Thankfully Jungkook doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to go. And Jimin is selfish.

“Yeah, of course. It’s all part of the plan, but after that…”

“What about it?”

“Wha—I’m sure you’re going to make a life for yourself and…”

Jungkook leans in and kisses Jimin softly. They’re on their sides, talking in the dark, but Jungkook finds his lips easily.

“Jimin, I have no plans. If this works you’re all I want. If it doesn’t work…well, that’s not an option. It will work. Do you really think I’d abandon you just when we’ve found each other?”

Jimin gives a small shrug and Jungkook’s chuckle that follows feels mean. But Jimin knows it’s not meant that way. He just has so many feelings and he’s afraid to express them. Sure, their time together was special, but things might change after this, so who is Jimin to keep him locked up forever? They’ve basically been locked up since they were born into this society. Whether it be physical or mental, it’s all the same.

But Jimin is so so selfish.

“Hyung. Come here.” Jungkook tugs Jimin's waist, pulling him tight against him to embrace him gently. He tucks a hand behind his head and another over his waist until Jimin is half way laying on top of his solid chest. It feels good to be like this, peaceful and close. Jimin’s omega can’t stand the thought of this not being a permanent thing. It’s practically assuming Jungkook is their mate. It hurts so much.

Jungkook seems to sense it, running his nose along Jimin’s temple as if deciphering his distressed scent. “Baby. Don’t be upset. I’m being truthful. I don’t want to leave you.”

“I know! But it’s not fair for me to keep you! You have so much to live for. Your mother would probably need you in her life…”

“My mother hasn’t talked to me for over ten years.”

At that Jimin pushes himself up, supporting himself on his elbow to look down at Jungkook in surprise. “But…she loved you so much! She always brought you snacks and visited you often.”

“Yeah, but once I was closer to becoming an alpha, I suspect they told her to keep away. I think if she had continued to coddle me, I would not have become who I am.”

Jimin hums and runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair gently, running down to his ear where he tugs it gently. “Yeah, that makes sense. A lot of omega mother’s are let out of the facility if they deem their genetics below the standard. They only kept omegas who’s genetics were superior. They probably let her raise you until you were grown enough to enter the program and probably paid her for her time. Perhaps the stipulation was for her to give you up. It was probably a hard decision for her, but life for an omega would otherwise be horrible.”

“Perhaps.” Jungkook hums, scent turning a bit sour.

“No, my baby. Please don’t think anything else. Your mother had no choice. If she had done anything else they might have harmed her or even made her suffer. My parents had to give me up due to our successful genetics. I haven’t had contact with them since. Omegas never get a choice. What other option did she have?”

“I don’t know.” The alpha whispers, turning his face to press his lips to Jimin’s palm that is now caressing his cheek. “I’m sorry you’ve also lost contact with your family.” His scent doesn’t change and Jimin’s omega can’t stand to see their alpha so sad.

He leans in to kiss Jungkook, tenderly brushing his lips back and forth, occasionally pressing his lips tighter to deepen the kiss. Jungkook seems to lighten up, his scent strengthening.

“You know that you’re the most perfect alpha and those government facilities don’t know shit, right? We can try to find her when all of this is over. I’ll help you.” Jimin comforts. “You’re beautiful and sweet and strong and sexy…”

The alpha flips them over so Jimin is on his back, the grin he gets makes a shiver flow through his body, but it’s very welcome. It seems trying to change the mood has worked.

“Oh yeah? What else am I?” Jungkook probes for more, his alpha clearly delighting in the praise.

“You're pretty. So so pretty and I love your mouth. You smell so good. Powdery…like a baby—”

Jungkook growls at the teasing, dipping down to nip at Jimin’s neck. The omega squeals, pulling the alpha in tighter and wrapping his legs around his small waist.

“I’m not a baby.” Jungkook whines into the crook of Jimin’s neck and the omega smiles, endeared beyond measure. “Of course you aren’t.” He coddles, brushing his fingers through the long hair at the back of Jungkook’s head. “ But you’re my baby.”

Jungkook lifts his head, stares at Jimin with an intensity that makes him want to cower and then he kisses him. The kiss is mixed with ferocious desire but also a reverence that makes him melt into the sheets.

Jimin moans into the kiss, the feel of Jungkook’s strong body heavy above him, hips pressing down ever so slightly but it’s still not enough.

“Don’t tease.” He whines out over the shell of Jungkook’s ears. The alpha grunts, runs his nose and lips all along the column of Jimin’s neck aggressively.

“Am not.” He complains, nipping and kissing along the skin until Jimin’s hips start a rolling motion that has Jungkook lapping at his scent gland hungrily. “Want you.”

“I’m here, alpha.”

Slowly they undress, bodies wrapped together in need and desperation. The desire has them rushing, sweat dampening their skin and fingers dance over every inch of their bodies. Although they’ve already shared intimacy, it always feels like it’s never enough. Jungkook is always hungrier, always biting, always getting way too close to his scent gland.

Jimin offers his neck up willingly, always displaying submission, always presenting himself as his alpha’s prey.

There’s a trust there that has bloomed since the day they met and now it’s stronger than ever.

Jungkook hands deftly work over Jimin’s trembling belly, sliding around his rounded hips and dipping back between his cheeks. He kisses Jimin like he’s his last meal, tongue hot and eager as it seeks to draw out every little sound of pleasure from the omega.

He distracts Jimin with his mouth as his fingers slide through the wetness, slick so intoxicating Jimin grins into several kisses when the alpha groans at the feeling.

“Always so wet. So so wet, omega. How are you this good for me?” Jimin answers with a whine, hips canting up to rub his chubby little cock over Jungkook’s muscular thigh.

“Wet…” Jimin mumbles, mind already too hazy with the scent of his alpha to be able to respond coherently..

“Mmm…so wet, baby. Let me taste?” The alpha whispers over Jimin’s lips, chuckling when Jimin nods eagerly. Jungkook dips his fingers in, probing at Jimin’s entrance until it pushes up to the first knuckle and then draws back to bring it to his lips. “Fuck.” He growls.

Jimin’s cheeks feel hotter, his entire body aflame, but all he wants is to be closer, to be consumed by the man above him.

He pulls Jungkook down by the nape, licks into his mouth to taste himself and groans along with the alpha as they kiss filthily. Jimin hooks a leg over Jungkook’s hip, rolls his hips faster and Jungkook finds it all incredibly humorous. He chuckles, wrapping a hand around Jimin’s wrists and pinning them above his head. “You gonna sit still for alpha and let him eat you up?”

Jimin cries out pathetically, body pushing up in an attempt to fight the alpha back…uselessly.

“Please…I—”

“I know, baby. I feel the same.” Jungkook promises, swiftly kissing Jimin and moving his hand back to the source of his pleasure. When two fingers push inside, the omega whines out in relief, sighing and arching his back.

“Thank you, alpha….” Jimin whispers, body twitching as Jungkook pushes his fingers inside and pulls them out in no hurry. Soft lips run over Jimin’s delicate neck and jaw, over his pretty shoulders and then down to his nipples. A third finger enters him eventually, the stretch perfect, and stimulation almost too much to bear, but Jimin takes it because that’s what good omegas do.

“Mine…only mine.” Jungkook whispers over a wet nipple, his saliva making the skin break out in goosebumps. Jimin’s spine feels icy and his core is hot as an inferno.

Jimin can’t answer, just takes what he’s giving, huffing out in an attempt to regain some oxygen. He feels lost in the pleasure, unable to process the scents around him as they mingle in a lethal recipe. He feels adored, wanted, desired and completely Jungkook’s.

When the alpha slides fully between his legs and presses in the tip, Jimin’s back arches off the bed, hands above him obediently even though the alpha’s hands are now pressing into his hips harshly.

When Jungkook pushes in fully, he melts forward, head falling into Jimin’s neck in surrender. Although he is supposed to be the stronger one between them, it seems that being between Jimin’s legs is his only weakness.

His thrusts are slow, but nothing short of desperate. Every time he feels Jungkook’s length inside of him it’s like his entire body shuts down. He’ll never get used to it.

“Godss…” Jimin cries out…drool slipping past the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back.

“Can’t get enough…always want you…I lo—need you omega.” Jungkook slips up, but Jimin is way too consumed by lust to catch it.

“Need you, too.” He replies, barely registering how high his voice sounds. He moans, body rocking at every thrust the alpha delivers. His fingers find pillows above him, grasping onto the fluff in an attempt to ground himself.

Jungkook continues to roll into him, hand on one hip while the other finds its way behind Jimin's head to bring him in for a kiss that shatters Jimin’s reality. “Love being inside you.” He growls and Jimin keens, arms limp at his sides as he lets himself be taken.

When his orgasm hits him his entire body shudders, hands flying up to run his nails down Jungkook’s back. His cry is silent as his mouth opens up pathetically with no sound.

“That’s it. Take alpha’s cock, baby.” Jungkook comforts, thrusting in harshly, the motion becoming sloppy. When he cums, it’s overwhelming, the feel of the alpha’s swelling cock stretching Jimin until he feels the threat of a knot.

Jungkook tries to pull away, unsure if Jimin wants to be locked in, but the omega cries out, holding Jungkook closer.

“Don’t stop. Want it…Need it!”

Jungkook doesn’t even argue, leaning down to press himself into Jimin. Once his body calms down, he flips them over so Jimin lays on top of him. Their breathing syncs up as does their heartbeat.

Jimin falls asleep with his alpha’s knot nestled deep inside of him, just as it should be.

◈

“We’ve managed to survey one complex, but it’s huge. There are so many like this one and the experimentations go beyond that of breeding omegas.” Namjoon informs Hoseok of the new information they’ve attained.

“It seems our fearless scientific leader has been dabbling in eugenics, choosing the correct embryos and following the entirety of an omega’s pregnancy from fertilization until birth. They’re choosing who stays and who goes.” Yoongi adds on.

“Fuck. This is…” Jin is left speechless.

“Is there anything else? Locations? Video footage?” Hobi inquiries, eager and overcome with too many emotions.

Namjoon grins and pulls out a small memory chip. “This has the locations of various programs and facilities. There’s footage of what they look like inside. The breeding rooms, faces of omegas that have become nothing more than a shell of who they used to be. We just need to gain access to the signed documents allowing this to happen…proof that Lee wanted these things…that he knew it was happening!”

“My God. You two are insane. How did you get all this?” Jin laughs, running a hand through the copies sprawled all over the table in front of them. It’s been a tense morning. Just being able to get Namjoon and Yoongi back safely with his new information was a challenge.

“Yeji helped, too, but I have to say, it was mostly this hyung.” Namjoon laughs, pointing a thumb behind him toward Yoongi.

The beta grunts, but nods. “I mean it wasn’t all me. I know some betas. They’re loyal…quiet. They didn’t ask questions. I plan to hack into the offices of the officials soon, just have to figure out how to break through first. I might need some help.” He says cockily as if he knows it won’t be an issue.

“Fuck! I don’t even know how to thank you all! Jin and I will put this together, prepare to broadcast it all over, send it to all news channels and hopefully expose all this shit. Perhaps it’ll spark an all out revolution. Just let us know what you need and we’re here for you.” Hobi offers excitedly.

“That’s what we’re hoping for, hyung.” Namjoon smiles, nodding his head. “Once we get more, we’ll be in contact.”

Jungkook finally steps forward, squeezing Namjoon’s shoulder gently. “Thank you, hyung.”

“It’s not prob, Kook-ah. I’m just glad we were able to see the truth. Being used like that for so many years…it’s…”

“Yeah. I get it.”

With that they take their leave as Hobi and Jin remain. “Looks like it’s almost over, baby.” Jin whispers, already too close to the other omega.

Hoseok smiles, turns his face to the side so his nose brushes dangerously close to Jin’s.

“It is, isn’t it?”

Jin leans in. “I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he promises, closing the distance to kiss his lover.

◈

“What do you mean you have to go?”

“Like I said, Jungkook. Yoongi needs me to reach a level in the official’s building he can’t get to. Omegas are more agile and less noticeable.”

“Hyung! That’s a bunch of bullshit! Why can’t Yeji go?”

Jimin laughs, almost falling off of Jungkook's lap where the alpha’s cock is buried deep inside his ass. Jungkook’s arms hold him up, a heavy pout on his lips, not finding any of this funny.

“Because little alpha,” Jimin teases, spreading his legs to the side until he does a full split on Jungkook's hips while still stuffed full. “She can’t do this!”

The alpha growls, sits up and gets onto his knees, lifting Jimin with him until the omega is flat on his back. “Know what else she can’t do?” He husks into Jimin’s mouth, thrusting into him so deep Jimin moans brokenly.

They continue their competitive lovemaking until it’s time for Jimin to leave. The alpha isn’t very happy about it, but when has he ever had a say in what Jimin wants to do?

The day seems to drag on and all Jungkook can do is pace back and forth in Hosek’s office as they await any information. It’s exactly like last time, the thought of Jimin getting hurt while he sits idly by eating away at him.

It’s at midnight that Jimin strolls into the office, Namjoon in tow, and a shit-eating grin on both of their faces.

“We fucking got in, hyung!” Jimin declares, leaping into the room with the memory stick in his hand.

“Holy shit!” Hoseok shouts.

“Digital copies of permissions for medical procedures, construction contracts for building the facilities, pharmaceutical receipts for medical scanners and so much more! And guess who signed off on everything?” Jimin grins, nose scrunching up victoriously.

“Kai Lee?” Jungkook asks and Jimin nods.

“The very same.”

“There’s so much evidence that the man will more than likely go to jail for life.” Namjoon chimes in, bouncing on his toes like an eager puppy and Jungkook bites back a smile.

“Fuck.” Hobi whispers, voice cracking at the threat of tears. “I can’t fucking believe it! Come here you beautiful omega!” He cries out and Jimin runs into his arms.

“I told you there were better ways to get this shit, hyung.” Jimin whispers onto his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you.” Hobi replies, lips quivering.

After this everything is a whirlwind.

Jin and Hoseok combine the information into a compelling film that’s five minutes long, but incredibly damning. Yoongi passes this information to new channels and networks with an untraceable return address and soon the television networks are swarming with cover stories and repeated showings of the video.

Time is slow as the news spreads and people start getting brave. Questions arise and investigations start taking place. It seems there were still some important and honorable people in the system that weren’t corrupted by Lee and had no idea these things were taking place.

Within weeks Lee is taken in for questioning.

“Fuck, I never thought I would see the day.” Hoseok comments, laying back in the same chair he was sitting in when they first conspired. They're all there, quietly waiting for more things to unravel.

“You guys are welcome to stay here until this all blows over.” Taehyung offers, mostly to Namjoon who he’s staring directly at while he says it. The alpha blushes and Jimin giggles. All around him everyone looks more at peace and Jungkook’s alpha relaxes.

“Wanna go to bed?” He whispers into Jimin’s ear. The pretty omega turns to him with bright eyes.

“Yeah, my baby. Let’s go.”

◈

“Good evening. We interrupt our regular programming to bring you breaking news of a massive scandal that has shaken our nation to its core. In an unprecedented revelation, it has been uncovered that the government's highly controversial Genesis Project and breeding initiative, originally touted as a program to safeguard the future of our society, was built on a foundation of lies and deception. The mandator behind this program, previously believed to be a beta, has been exposed as an omega himself, raising serious questions about his motives and the true nature of the program.”

“Our correspondent, Minjun, is on the ground with the latest developments. Minjun, what can you tell us?”

“Thank you, Nari. The nation is in shock tonight as new evidence has come to light, revealing the dark truth behind the Genesis Program. This program, which has been in operation for several decades, was presented to the public as a necessary measure to ensure the survival of our species by controlling and regulating the reproduction of omegas. However, it has now been exposed as a sinister operation that exploited omegas, stripped them of their rights, and subjected them to inhumane procedures—all under the guise of protecting society.”

“Holy shit!” Hoseok shouts, pacing behind the couch as everyone sits in complete awe watching the news literally expose the entire scandal Kai Lee spearheaded.

Everyone is left sitting in silence, excited but scared. This is all overwhelming and while justice seems to be on the horizon, it’s still a bit nerve wracking when the future is unknown.

“The most shocking revelation, however, is the true identity of the program's architect. The man who has been leading this initiative, known as Kai Lee, was believed to be a beta, a neutral and rational scientist entrusted with safeguarding our future. But today, it has been revealed that Lee is, in fact, an omega—a truth he has kept hidden for years. This revelation raises serious questions about his motives and the integrity of the entire program.”

As the news fades into the background, Jimin can’t help but look over at Jungkook. The alpha's pretty profile and gorgeous jawline makes him feel like the luckiest omega alive.

Jungkook feels himself being stared at, turning to smile at the omega. “What?” He asks in a whisper.

“Nothing. I just love you.”

Jungkook’s eyes open comically wide. He goes to talk, but his mouth remains open as he stares at Jimin and then he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I love you, too.” he whispers in return with teary eyes.

Jimin leans in to kiss him. Never in a million years did he think he would see their government shatter, and even less did he think he’d find Jungkook again.

“How about you take me out on the motorcycle when everything dies down?” The omega teases, biting his bottom lip to control the laugh that wants to bubble out of him.

“Only if you wear that cat suit again.”

Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Anything for you, tokki.”

◈

Three years later…

The night sky is gorgeous as the moon reflects over the river they're currently driving by. Jimin looks over to his right, watching the beautiful scene while Jungkook drives them home.

It’s been three years since the lies of the government were exposed and so far things have started to get back to normal. Normal being what should have been, a concept they still have to get used to.

It turns out Kai Lee had a vendetta against alphas, something about feeling discriminated against and wanting to reach higher levels that were denied to him by an overbearing and controlling alpha father. Somehow he’d managed to change his name and mask his biology to get into the areas of scientific studies he wanted so that he could figure out how to manipulate biological aspects of sub genders in wolves. Under that obsessive drive Kai turned himself into a raging monster seeking revenge that impacted an entire nation.

Although his methods were mad, the action behind it started a new ideal that omegas shouldn’t be so discriminated against. Laws have started to change and roles that once placed everyone in their designation categories have been restructured. So, yeah, this new normal is something Jimin can get used to.

They’re just returning from Jin’s daughter’s fourteenth birthday party, a celebration none of them thought would be possible. Once information started leaking about the omega breeding centers and the pups born within them, Jin immediately set out to find out where his child had been placed. As soon as they made eye contact it was like an instinctual bond created from birth ignited and they both immediately knew who the other was.

He’s so happy to know that his friends have finally settled into something comfortable, just as he and Jungkook have. Right now he feels good, but the heat slowly creeping under his skin has him eager to get home soon. They tried to celebrate with their friends, but Jimin’s been in pre-heat all week and the discomfort has been incredibly distracting. Jungkook became more aggressive, of course, stating they had to leave immediately. Truthfully, Jimin thought he was being quite the brat. It’s not like Jimin doesn’t know what his body is going through.

Jimin tried to calm him down but it was obvious Jungkook was too irritated to listen. Thankfully Jin was more than understanding, shooing Jimin and Jungkook away as they wrapped up the night. Hobi had packed them some cake and leftovers knowing that they’d need it, and Tae and Namjoon offered their support knowing exactly what the situation could lead to— Namjoon’s hand rubbing over his mate’s pregnant belly made it more than clear.

Yoongi had simply laughed at them, mumbling something about omegas and alphas and how he didn’t have to bother with that shit, thankfully. They’d rushed out of the apartment and Jungkook had plopped on Jimin’s helmet, insisting he zip up his jacket while checking the padding of his motorcycle.

Jimin had scoffed.

But now as they make they’re way back to their apartment, Jimin realizes exactly why his alpha behaved the way he did.

He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s small waist, pressing himself in tighter as he tries but fails to seek out the alpha’s scent. The helmet is blocking him from attaining it and it’s sending his omega into a crisis.

As soon as they close the door to their apartment, Jimin is on Jungkook, ripping off his leather jacket and tugging his hair hard to bring him in for a kiss. The alpha goes easily, more than happy to help.

It’s just recently that Jimin has let the natural course of his body take hold, deciding to forgo taking any form of suppressants so that he can allow his omega to heal naturally, but it seems that his first heat is going to be a lot more difficult than he expected.

Thankfully Jungkook is here.

“Inside.” Jimin begs against Jungkook’s mouth and the alphas laughs, pulling back.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Jimin whines out and Jungkook seems about two seconds away from cooing.

“I’m not, darling. You’re just so cute.”

“That’s not a reason to laugh! Take off your pants!” He demands and Jungkook does, still chuckling.

The sound is immediately turned into a choke when Jimin gets on his knees and swallows Jungkook’s cock in one quick motion.

“Fuck!” the alpha growls, hands coming to Jimin’s hair to tug gently. “Slow down, baby.”

Jimin moans, pleased and the vibration sends a shudder through Jungkook.

The weight of the alpha’s heavy cock is like heaven, a feeling multiplied into outrageous pleasure as the saltiness of Jungkook’s precum hits his tongue. He swallows hungrily, sucking eagerly until he draws out more of that intoxicating taste.

Jungkook grips the blond’s hair tighter, knees buckling, pheromones so aroused it’s making the omega leak slick right through his pants.

“Fuck, baby. Please. I’m gonna cum.”

Jimin ignores Jungkook’s pleas, wrapping a small hand around the alpha’s balls to play and tug at them. He wants to milk every drop from Jungkook and he has no plans on stopping until he does.

The alpha seems to realize this, so he lets himself fall into it, promising Jimin his cock will be hard again in no time. The omega doesn’t doubt that.

After sucking Jungkook to the brink of orgasm, Jimin pulls away, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand as he looks up at the alpha with sultry eyes. He’s changed his mind about making him cum, wanting to make the alpha feral instead.

“What are you waiting for, alpha? Aren’t you going to fill me up until I’m nice and pupped? Round and pretty? Fucked over and over…” Jimin taunts, lips brushing against the other, knowing that when Jungkook was going through his ruts he would boast about all the things he was going to do with Jimin. Of course they’ve been smart about it, waiting until Jimin had his first heat, and he knows it’s not a very nice thing to do, but it draws out the exact reaction he’s looking for.

Jungkook tugs him up by the hair, forcing Jimin’s head back and exposing his neck.

“Oh silly omega. I’m pretty sure last we talked you said I could claim you on your next heat. Guess what?” He growls with bared teeth.

Jimin cowers, shivering and whining pathetically at Jungkook’s reminder. Suddenly he wants it badly. So very fucking bad.

“Nothing to say now, baby?” Jungkook whispers viciously over Jimin’s neck, so very close to his scent gland. Jimin just remains limp, uncaring how pathetic he is for Jungkook. Once upon a time he would have rather died, but for Jungkook, he would do anything.

“Good boy.” Jungkook snarls, turning Jimin around with his hair still tugged tight. He urges him forward until he makes it to the bedroom where he pushes Jimin face down on the mattress.

“Show alpha what he likes.” Jungkook demands patiently. Jimin immediately takes off all of his clothes, uncaring where they land as he finally exposes his skin to the air. He settles back down, arms up over his head, ass up, back arched beautifully.

He hears Jungkook swallow, and it makes his omega preen. Though the alpha can dominate him, Jimin always has the power, which is probably why he feels it’s so easy to surrender to the alpha.

His omega reeks, emitting his cloying scent of wildflowers hoping to drown the alpha in it. He’s practically begging to be ravaged and the alpha answers his call eagerly.

Fingers work him open, as a warm body presses up behind him. Jimin just moans and whines into the bed, leaking so much slick it’s practically dripping down his thighs. Jungkook seems incredibly pleased, praising Jimin though it all.

Knowing how badly Jimin needs him, Jungkook doesn’t waste more time. He turns Jimin around once he feels satisfied with how much he’s stretched him and then settles between his thighs.

“Such a pretty omega. Are you ready to be mine? Completely? Entirely?”

In a small moment of clarity, Jimin becomes aware of the weight of the words, smiling tenderly and nodding as he pulls Jungkook in closer.

“Forever.” He whispers over Jungkook’s lips

“Forever.” Jungkook repeats, kissing Jimin tenderly, but that’s quickly gone once the tip of his cock meets Jimin’s entrance. The thrust is sudden, jolting Jimin and pulling a loud moan out of him.

“There we are. Always so tight and warm for alpha. Aren’t you, baby?”

Jimin babbles something, not caring about his words because his body is currently doing all the talking. The feel of Jungkook’s thrusts have him breathless, begging for more as the alpha pushes for a rhythm that leaves Jimin whimpering.

Every stroke hits his prostate just right, his hole clenching tighter which only makes the alpha more aggressive. Jungkook grips the back of Jimin’s ass, tugging him in closer, lifting his thighs over his own as he pumps his cock in and out….in and out.

“Alpha!” Jimin cries when Jungkook’s teeth scrape along his neck. He’s blinded by the heat, body nothing more than a vessel for his alpha to breed and ruin. This time, to seal them in a permanent bond.

“You gonna cum, baby? Hmm? Clenching so tight over your alpha’s cock? Begging for my cum? So fucking needy.”

“Yes! Please…”

“Please, baby? Want my cum, hmm? Want alpha to pup you?”

Jimin’s eyes roll back as he clenches tighter and his stomach constricts, his orgasm rippling down his spine until he cums all over his belly. It sits on his stomach and on his chest, jostling as Jungkook thrusts faster. The alpha’s body presses tighter, the sticky cream between them smearing. Jimin’s omega howls, satisfied in the knowledge that he’s marked the alpha …that everyone will smell how his alpha reeks of him.

“Gonna make you mine.” Jungkook growls, holding the omega by his nape and tugging slightly so Jimin becomes limp. With eyes glazed over, he takes in the fuzzy outline of Jungkook’s face and smiles. “Yours…” He whispers into the space between them.

Jungkook presses further, balls slapping against Jimin’s ass as he races to reach his high. Jimin whimpers at the oversensitivity, grips the alpha’s forearms for some type of purchase and clenches his hole tighter. Jungkook’s orgasm hits him hard and fast, aware enough to remember to bite down just as he cums. He groans from the pleasure of both spilling into Jimin and drawing blood from his now mate, making the sensation all the more overwhelming. His knot catches right after and Jimin sees stars.

Jimin lets Jungkook take it all. The feeling of their bond sealing happens instantly, every emotion and memory hitting him in flashes as their souls unite forever. He just lays there sated and happy, wincing slightly when Jungkook retracts his teeth.

“Your turn.” Jungkook whispers and Jimin barely processes the alpha’s voice as the bond settles in. It’s only a half bond since Jimin has yet to bite him, but it’s intense enough to feel otherworldly. He feels surrounded by Jungkook’s love and desire…and it’s all for him.

With help from Jungkook, he lifts his head and sinks his own teeth into the alpha’s neck, whimpering when Jungkook snarls lowly, his tone satisfied and proud.

“Good omega.” He whispers over the shell of Jimin’s ear, kissing over his mark and licking it so it starts healing. Jimin does the same and then they lay there waiting for Jungkook’s knot to go down.

When their hearts calm down and their rhythms match, Jungkook pulls up from Jimin’s chest and smiles up at Jimin, admiration written all over his face.

“I can feel you everywhere, baby.”

“I can feel you, too.” Jimin whispers, running his fingers over the alpha’s brow.

“I can’t wait to have pups with you.”

Jimin smiles endeared, tears already building in his eyes. “Yeah? I bet they’ll look just like you. Should I call them tokki too?”

Jungkook pouts and shakes his head.

“No, hyung. That’s only for me.”

Jimin giggles. “Okay, my tokki. Only for you.”

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