Disclaimer: The following fics feature a consensual polyamorous relationship. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip! 💜
[Sinful Sounds - Rapline x Reader]
[No Subtitles in Bed - Jungkook x Reader x Namjoon]
[House Rules - Jungkook x Reader x Jin]
[Posses the Queen - Jimin x Reader x Jungkook]
[Kings of Ash and Desire - Yoongi x Reader x Namjoon]
[Caught in the Act - Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook]
[The Art of Seduction - Yoongi x Reader x Seokjin]
[Roadside Temptation - Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok]
title: i'm not sure?!
pairing: jungkook x jimin x taehyung x show producer!reader(f)
rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff, smut ; the canon idol au
summary: You're a producer working on a BTS travel show, called "Are You Sure?!" staring BTS members Jimin and Jungkook, with their fellow member guest star Taehyung. Everything is going well on set as filming for the night comes to an end, but when Jungkook and Jimin inform you that they caught you staring at their shirtless bodies, things quickly escalate between you guys by the poolside.
warnings: fluff, language, pwp, threesome, foursome, tit play, nipple play, licking, some body boob worship, blowjobs, hand jobs, eating out, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, light mlm moment, cumming, oral sex (m and f receieving), biting, praise, they all have a big dicks but they're different!, tatted jk and jimin is a warning in itself, jungkook is a bit more rough, jimin is soft :(((, taehyung dom tease!, insinuation that this is not their first rodeo lmfao, kisses
note: i am watching are you sure?! and i've thought many thoughts... i hope this one shot can be prescribed to you and heal whatever insane and nasty intrusive thoughts you guys have when watching. i am a simple woman, but these men only slightly older than me have me wrecked :"))) also s/o to @daegudrama for editing despite her busyness
total word count: 6.6k
drop date: August 29th, 2024 5pm pst
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A day of filming wrapped as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery of Jeju Island.
The final shot had captured the last rays of sunlight glinting off the shimmering pool, where Jimin and Jungkook had been playfully splashing each other and playing mermaids, their laughter echoing through the tranquil evening air. The crew began to pack up the equipment, the usual post-shoot chatter filling the space as everyone prepared to unwind after another successful day.
You, the producer, had been watching the monitors closely, ensuring every moment was captured perfectly for "Are You Sure?"—the travel reality show hosted by BTS members Jimin and Jungkook. You’ve seen how their chemistry was undeniable since filming started out in the US in July. Now, once again, their camaraderie was infectious as they explored the beauty of Jeju, Korea with their fellow bandmate and guest star Taehyung by their side. Each outing in Jeju had been a hit: indoor rock climbing, go-karting, savoring omakase as well as other Jeju delicacies, and now, the pool at the luxurious house accommodation, where they seemed to find endless ways to entertain themselves, and the audiences who would eventually be watching this.
However, throughout this filming project, you found your eyes constantly lingering. The cool blue water rippled gently as Jimin and Jungkook clambered out, their naked torsos glistening in the fading light. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught yourself staring a little too long, mesmerized by the sight of them so effortlessly carefree and touchy. There was something about the way they moved, their playful energy, that made it hard to look away.
You shake off the thought.
Get it together, Y/N! You finally got a big gig producing a reality show for BTS in your mid-20s and you cannot be ruining it over your lust. You sigh. Maybe the lack of touch and a relationship is really getting to you, but that’s what happens when you value your career above other mundane things. You have to remind yourself that you have to continue staying professional to make it to the end of filming this.
What you don’t know is that your stares haven’t gone unnoticed, especially by the youngest of the trio, Jungkook.
As you begin to collect your things, your heart skips a beat when you hear a voice call out to you.
“Hey, PD-nim. Can you come join us by the pool for a bit before you go,” Jungkook says, his tone casual, but his smile inviting. “We wanted to talk about tomorrow’s shoot.”
Jimin nods in agreement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans against the edge of the pool. “Yeah, we’ve got some ideas for tomorrow. Plus, it’s a nice night—no reason to rush off, right?”
You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing. The day has been long, and you can feel the exhaustion settling in. But the chance to spend a few more moments in their company, even if just to discuss the next day's itinerary, is too tempting to resist.
“Uh,” you turn to look around at the other staff, seemingly wondering if you should stay behind.
However, the ones who notice the interaction shrug, seemingly wanting to go back to their accommodation next door and eat dinner. Great.
“Sure, I can stick around for a bit.” trying to keep your voice steady as you walk over to where they’re waiting.
All the staff but you fully exit, closing the large doors that encase you in this space with these beautiful men. You sit on one of the comfortable seats by the pool, nervously hugging your knees as you watch Jimin and Jungkook swim toward you.
You notice Taehyung is still inside the living room, lying on the floor as he scrolls on his phone.
“Is he coming to join us?” You ask, wondering if there are any concerns for tomorrow, wouldn’t it be good to have him hear this information too?
“He’ll join us later~” Jimin answers, his tone sounding like he’s up to something, but his adorable smirk makes you not question it.
“Ah, alright.”
A brief silence follows as you look to Jimin and Jungkook to start the conversation, but instead, they exchange a glance and giggle.
You’re confused, but you recognize this as typical behavior from them.
“Is there something wrong?”
Jungkook’s giggling becomes softer before it cuts, “You know, we’ve noticed you staring at us too much throughout the trip in America and here.”
Holy shit! They noticed!
Panic sets in. Oh no no no. Is this it? They probably think you’re creepy. What if they think you’re some sort of sasaeng fan who somehow got involved in the production of this show to stalk them?
You’ll be labeled a pervert, potentially losing your job and getting blacklisted from the industry.
All because you couldn’t keep your eyes off of their beautiful faces… and bodies. It’s not your fault! While you were a fan of BTS years ago, you gave that up once you entered the entertainment industry a few years ago and started out as a production assistant. You’ve occasionally seen them at music and end of the year shows you worked on, but you gently admired them from afar, prioritizing your work over anything else.
“I–” You struggle to find the words to defend yourself. “I’m so sorry!” You cover your face with your hands, your words muffled. “I-I didn’t mean to! Y-You’re… He’s…”
The professional and stoic exterior you’ve maintained begins to crumble now that you’ve been caught red-handed.
But despite your panic, Jimin and Jungkook find your reaction completely endearing.
“She’s reacting exactly as cute as you said!” Jimin laughs, splashing water at Jungkook, who swims toward the pool ladder to get out.
“I didn’t realize she’d be this flustered, though!” Jungkook says, a hint of concern in his voice. He climbs out of the pool and walks toward you, dripping water onto the deck. “PD-nim, don’t worry about it.”
You peek through your fingers, still mortified, as Jungkook approaches, looking as attractive as ever with his body glistening from light reflecting on the remnants of water falling down his body. His expression is soft, reassuring, and it only makes your heart race faster.
Jimin lets out a soft chuckle. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re just teasing you,” His voice is light and teasing as he floats lazily in the pool “We’re not uncomfortable. It’s kind of flattering, actually.”
Jungkook nods, his expression gentle yet probing. “Yup! You’ve been nothing but professional this whole time. We just noticed that… maybe there’s more beneath the surface.”
Jimin gracefully lifts himself out of the pool and takes the seat on your other side. His presence is both comforting and disarming. “It’s like there’s something you’re holding back,” he adds, his tone hiding something deeper. “Something you’re denying yourself.”
You exhale slowly, trying to steady your nerves. Internally, you’re awestruck. It’s like they read you like a book. The intensity of their gazes still makes your heart race. Before you can respond, Jungkook’s eyes drop to your chest, his smile turning playful again.
“You know,” he says, “I noticed the black bikini top peeking out from under your tank top earlier.”
Your breath catches as his fingers touch the straps that tie behind your neck. You’d planned to swim later, after filming, wearing the bikini under your tank top and maxi skirt. Seeing how much fun they were having, you’d wanted to join in. But now, with their attention focused on you, you feel exposed in a way you hadn’t anticipated.
Jimin leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Why don’t you take off your clothes so we can see it better? We’ll help you~”
Take off your clothes?!
Your heart pounds in your chest, the suggestion hanging in the air between you. The teasing is taking a turn, and you’re not sure how to respond. Saying no might kill the mood, and who knows what they’d think—or say. But if you say yes… there’s no telling where this might lead.
You’re not sure.
But after a moment’s hesitation, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay…”
Jungkook gently takes hold of the hem of your tank top, his fingers brushing against your skin. His touch is both soft and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine as he slowly lifts the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours.
Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, revealing the black bikini top beneath. Your cleavage and the roundness of your breasts are on full display, which makes them slightly more excited. The cool air hits your skin, making you acutely aware of how exposed you are.
But the look in their eyes isn’t one of judgment—it’s something far more intense, more primal.
Jimin watches with a satisfied smile, his gaze flickering between you and Jungkook. “You don’t need to hide, okay?” he adds, his voice soft yet commanding. “We’re all just having a little fun, right?”
Jungkook’s hands linger on your waist, his thumbs brushing lightly against the skin just above the waistband of your maxi skirt. “This too,” he says, his voice almost a whisper as he hooks his fingers under the fabric.
You glance at Jimin, who nods encouragingly, his eyes dark with anticipation. There’s no turning back now, and a part of you doesn’t want to.
With a gentle tug, Jimin helps you slide the skirt down your hips, letting it pool around your feet. You stand up, stepping out of it. Now, your body is fully on display in the black bikini that suddenly feels far more revealing than it did before.
Jimin’s smile widens as his gaze travels over you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “Wow, you look even better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his voice sending a thrill through you.
“She’s really pretty,” Jungkook’s hands trail up your sides, his touch light but possessive. “Let’s go in the pool for a swim,” he says softly, his eyes locked onto yours.
You’re momentarily thrown off by the sudden change of scenario, blinking in surprise. The intensity of the moment shifts, and both Jimin and Jungkook burst into soft giggles at your reaction. Before you can say anything, Jungkook takes your hands and, with a mischievous grin, pulls you up from the lounge chair.
In one swift motion, he lifts you into his arms, the strength in his hold both reassuring and thrilling. “Hold on tight,” he says, winking at you before he leaps into the pool, bringing you along with him.
“Huh!? Wahh!!” The water rushes around you, cool and refreshing as you both plunge beneath the surface.
When you resurface, laughing and splashing, Jimin stands at the edge, watching with amusement. “Wait for me!” he calls out before executing a perfect cannonball right between you and Jungkook, sending a wave of water crashing over both of you.
The three of you laugh as the playful atmosphere takes over. The tension from earlier dissolves into something lighthearted and fun. In the pool, you play a variety of games: splashing water at each other, racing from one end to the other, seeing who can hold their breath the longest, and even attempting to dunk each other under the water.
You become more familiar with them and vice versa.
Jimin and Jungkook take turns lifting you up and tossing you into the deeper end, your laughter echoing in the night. At one point, Jungkook even suggests a round of “chicken fight,” where Jimin hoists you onto his shoulders while Jungkook does the same with an imaginary opponent, both of you trying to push each other off into the water.
As the night progresses, the games become more relaxed, the three of you floating side by side, your bodies gently swaying with the ripples of the water.
Maybe this is all that’s going to happen. Maybe you were overthinking any other scenario. They were just teasing you because you were staring at them throughout the filming.
You guys are gonna call it a night, right?
Right–
“Y/N, can I touch your breasts.”
The sudden question jolts you out of your thoughts, and you quickly stand up in the pool, water cascading off your skin. Jungkook is closer now, his gaze fixed on you with a seriousness that wasn’t there before. His eyes are darker, a smoldering intensity taking over the playful spark you’re used to.
You swallow hard, caught completely off guard. “Is there… a reason?” you manage to ask, your voice coming out shakier than you’d like. You are on the bigger side than most girls here, so it’s not entirely surprising that your chest caught his eye.
Jungkook steps even closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “I’m just curious,” he says softly, his voice low and almost hypnotic. “I want to see how they feel.”
Your heart races, every nerve in your body tingling as the situation escalates far beyond anything you’d imagined. You can’t believe this is happening, and yet, there’s something in the way he looks at you that makes it impossible to say no.
“Uh… sure,” you respond, barely above a whisper, your cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
Jungkook’s hand moves slowly, deliberately, under the cup of your bikini top. His touch is tentative at first, as if he’s savoring the moment, but then his fingers press more firmly against your skin, exploring the softness with a deliberate curiosity. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
The sensation is heightened by the sight of his tattooed right arm, the intricate patterns of his sleeve adding a dark contrast to his skin. The ink swirls and curves with every movement, the bold lines almost mesmerizing as his hand continues its exploration.
You bite your lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatens to escape, but you can’t help the way your body reacts to his touch. The water feels warmer now, the atmosphere is charged with sexual tension. Luckily the cameras outside are now off, but you still can’t let the staff in the building next door hear anything going on.
Jimin, who had been floating nearby, quietly watching, now moves closer as well, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Jungkook,” he says softly, his voice a gentle reminder that he’s there too, “Don’t hog all the fun.”
Jungkook pulls back slightly, his hand still lingering on your skin as he glances at Jimin with a playful smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Jimin leans closer, his gaze intent and voice soft. “I’m going to touch you too, is that okay?”
You nod, anticipation and nervousness swirling within you.
Jimin’s hand moves under the bikini cup to grasp your left breast, his touch gentle yet confident as he begins to explore. His fingers graze and play with your nipple, causing a shiver to run through your body. His thumb and forefingers move in careful back and forth motions. Tenderly tweaking them, carefully observing the way your face reacts to his every touch. He appears as if he is under a trance, and looks at you with such a need in his eyes.
The sensation is heightened by Jungkook, who leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin.
“I’m gonna remove your top so I can suck on them a bit,” He says shyly, pausing for a moment to untie your bikini straps from the back of your neck and remove your bikini top, before lowering his head and softly pressing his lips to your nipple, his tongue darting out to tease.
His hands push your breasts together as his tongue caresses the inner curves of your tits, swirling his tongue across them. Your hands are on his shoulders as he continues, licking every inch of your chest, nuzzling his face between them and leaving kisses along the path. His tongue flicks your right nipple and your breathing hitches in your throat. Despite the water in the way, you can feel yourself becoming wet from below.
Jimin watches, clearly intrigued, and soon follows suit, his mouth finding the other breast. He rubs his mouth along it, giving it a couple of kisses then wrapping his lips around it. Suctioning and taking in the tit with such hungry delight.
You feel like you have whiplash, as you cry out from the warmth of their mouths on your skin, your back arches off of the wall of the pool. You want to touch them, reach for them, feel the silkiness of his hair in your grasp.
But Jimin doesn’t let up, taking his time licking slowly around your areola until your nipple perks up, hard and stiff. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue, and with the sudden cold from the night air, it feels all too much.
Jungkook looks up at you through his wet hair, through black lashes as he widens his mouth over your breast, his teeth bared, scraping the fat of your breast without ever breaking the skin. You cry out in a cluster of pleasure, maybe pain, as your senses are confused about all of the sensations at once.
Despite the feelings of them against you, their actions are synchronized and perfectly in tune with each other.
The pool’s gentle ripples and breeze seem to fade into the background as the focus narrows to the intimate touch of the two men. Their movements are tender and explorative, a blend of curiosity and desire that leaves you breathless and overwhelmed.
Your mind is fighting for dear life to stay sane and not lose to your animalistic urges,
“Let’s get out of the pool,” Jungkook commands, his voice firm yet enticing. “I want you to sit back on that daybed couch, baby.”
The shift in how he’s addressing you in the past 45 minutes is striking—both intimate and commanding. You nod, your body responding almost instinctively to his command as you all exit the pool. The three of you walk over to the poolside daybed, water dripping off your bodies, cooling in the night.
You sink into the plush cushions, the soft fabric cool against your heated skin. The daybed is large, designed for lounging, but right now, it feels like the center of something much more intense. Jungkook and Jimin kneel on either side of you, their knees pressing into the mattress as they lean over you, their wet bodies glistening under the soft pool lights.
You look at both of them, a daring thought forming in your mind. “I want to… lick at your chests too,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of eagerness, shyness and uncertainty.
The thought of exploring the contrasting textures of their skin, the difference in their nipples under your tongue, is almost overwhelming. You wonder how each will react, the mere anticipation making your breath catch.
Jimin’s eyes light up with a mischievous glint. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, his voice a blend of encouragement and desire. “We’re here for you.”
Jungkook watches intently, his gaze dark with expectation. “We’re all yours,” he says softly, his tone dripping with promise.
You reach out tentatively, your fingers brushing against their chests to feel the firmness of their muscles under your touch. The warmth of their skin sends a shiver down your spine as you explore the contours of their bodies. Your hands glide over Jungkook's chest first, pausing to tease his nipples with your fingertips gently. His breath hitches, a low hum of approval escaping his lips as he watches you with darkened eyes.
Encouraged by his reaction, you lean in closer, your mouth hovering just above his skin. You start with a soft kiss on his chest before taking one of his small chocolate nipples into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it in a slow, deliberate motion. Jungkook’s hand instinctively reaches up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lets out a quiet groan of pleasure. His chest rises and falls more rapidly, his breathing growing heavier as you continue to tease him, alternating between gentle licks and firmer sucks.
The sound of his pleasure fuels your desire, making you want to elicit even more reactions from him. But as you pull back slightly, your gaze shifts to Jimin, who has been watching with equal intensity. His eyes are filled with anticipation, his lips slightly parted as if he’s already imagining what it will feel like when it’s his turn.
You move towards Jimin, your fingers tracing the outline of his chest as you did with Jungkook. His skin feels different—softer, yet still firm beneath your touch. Just below his right breast, he has a delicate script tattoo, the word "Nevermind" inked in elegant, flowing letters. You've always found it sexy, this handwritten tattoo adds a personal touch to his perfectly sculpted body.
His nipples are also differently shaped, bigger, and a bit lighter in color. You can feel the slight tremble in his body as you gently roll his nipple between your fingers before leaning in to taste him. Your mouth closes over his nipple, your tongue flicking against it in a teasing rhythm that draws a sharp inhale from him. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly as you continue to explore him with your mouth.
Jimin’s reactions are more subtle, yet no less intense. His soft moans mix with Jungkook’s heavier breathing, creating a symphony of sounds that only heighten your own arousal. The way their bodies respond to your touch, the contrast in their reactions, drives you to explore further, to discover just how much pleasure you can bring them.
You pull back slightly, glancing toward the large doors that separate the pool area from the rest of the accommodation. A flicker of concern crosses your mind, and you bite your lip before whispering, “You two need to stay quiet. We don’t want anyone overhearing us.”
Any slight mistake and you will lose your job, remember?
Jimin and Jungkook exchange a glance, their playful expressions tinged with a shared understanding. They nod, their eyes never leaving yours as they silently agree to your request. But just as you start to relax, your actions come to a stop when you feel them guiding your hands downwards, placing them on their lower bodies.
Your breath catches as your fingers wrap around their growing hardness, the heat and firmness of their cocks hidden under their swim trunks pressing against your palms. Jimin lets out a shaky exhale, leaning in close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear. “I’ve wanted to feel you so bad for months now,” he confesses, his voice low and thick with desire.
Jungkook, not to be outdone, adds in a hushed tone, his eyes glinting with a dark sparkle, “Me too. You don’t know how much you’ve been driving us crazy.”
Their words send a thrill through you, intensifying the moment. You didn’t realize you were having this effect on them. You look at them both, their shared longing evident in their eyes. Slowly, you pull their members out from their swim trunks, your heart racing as you position yourself between them, sinking to your knees on the cushioned daybed.
Oh fuck…
The size difference even extends to their dicks.
Jungkook’s is much longer, with veins prominent on its sides. Jimin’s is shorter, but the girth is insane. You can’t help but imagine how they’d feel inside your pussy.
No, you can’t get ahead of yourself Y/N. Not yet at least…
With a mixture of boldness and anticipation, you lean down, your lips parting as you begin to lick at their members, starting with soft, tentative strokes of your tongue. The sensation of their heated skin against your tongue is intoxicating, their quiet groans spurring you on. You alternate between them, your tongue tracing the veins along their lengths, savoring the contrast in texture and taste.
Jimin’s breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his member, the salty taste mingling with the slickness of your saliva. His fingers suddenly tighten in your hair, but he remains obediently quiet, the tension in his body evident as he struggles to hold back his angelic voice.
You shift to Jungkook, taking him into your mouth with a slow, deliberate sucking. His quiet sounds of pleasure are like music to your ears, the low hums of approval vibrating. His hands rest on your shoulders, his grip firm but not forceful, guiding you as you take him deeper, feeling the way his body responds to every movement of your tongue.
At the same time, your hand reaches out to Jimin, wrapping around his throbbing length. You start stroking him with a steady rhythm, making sure to keep him engaged, the sensation of your fingers gliding over his slick skin keeping his arousal high. Jimin’s breath hitches, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he watches you.
The two of them try their best to stay quiet, but the occasional gasp, lust-filled phrases or whispered name of yours slips out, betraying their growing need.
“You’re so good at this PD nim…”
“Y/N, you’re so fucking fine…”
“Such a good girl, Y/N…”
“Fuck, right there…”
The thrill of their restraint only heightens your own arousal, driving you to explore them further, your lips and tongue working in tandem to bring them closer to the edge.
While working your mouth over Jungkook, you feel Jimin’s hand sliding up your body, his fingers brushing against your wet skin before cupping your breast. His thumb grazes over your nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. The dual feeling—Jimin’s touch on your breast and Jungkook’s heat filling your mouth—intensifies the moment, driving you to pleasure them both with renewed focus.
The tension in the atmosphere thickens, all your quiet breaths turning into ragged gasps. You can feel the subtle changes in their bodies, the way their muscles tighten, and the way their grips on you grow firmer. The anticipation builds, and you know they’re close, teetering on the edge of release.
Jimin is the first to break the silence, his voice low and filled with need. “Y/N… can I come on your chest?” His eyes are dark with lust, the words almost a plea.
Jungkook isn’t far behind, his voice breathless and shaky as he adds, “And I–I want to come in your mouth. Is that okay?”
The heat in their words sends a shiver down your spine. You pause, looking up at them, their faces flushed with desire.
“Y-Yes that’s fine with me,” You nod, your consent clear in your eyes and the slight smile that tugs at your lips.
With their requests granted, you resume your ministrations with renewed intensity. Your hands work in tandem, stroking their members with a firm, steady rhythm while your tongue flicks and teases them both. The taste of them lingers on your tongue, salty and intoxicating, driving you to push them further, to bring them to the edge of ecstasy.
Their breaths quicken, and you can tell they’re both struggling to hold back, to savor the moment as long as possible. But the pleasure is overwhelming, and soon their restraint begins to falter.
Jungkook’s voice is the first to crack, a desperate whisper as he warns you, “I’m close… so close…”
Jimin removes his hand from your hair. Instead, Jungkook’s hand, adorned with intricate tattoos and the bold "ARMY" inked across his knuckles, slides from your shoulder to your hair this time. The grip is firm and possessive, his fingers weaving into your strands with a fierce, almost primal hold. The veins beneath his tattooed skin pulsate as he uses his arm to guide you closer, pushing himself deeper into you with each powerful thrust. His tattooed bicep flexes with every movement, demonstrating his strength and control, while the rhythmic thrusts become more urgent.
Jimin's breath hitches as soft, erotic moans escape his lips, each sound laced with urgency to let go. His voice quivers, with a strained yet sensual whisper, “Me too… I’m going to come…” The words tumble out in a series of ragged breaths
With one last, deliberate stroke of your hand and a final suck, you push them both over the edge.
“F-Fuck!” Jimin lets out a guttural groan as he releases, his hot seed spilling onto your breasts, painting your skin with his pleasure. The warmth of it spreads across your breasts, the sensation almost surreal as you continue to stroke him, milking out every last drop.
At the same time, Jungkook’s hips buck slightly as he comes, the hot, salty taste of his release flooding your mouth. You swallow him down eagerly, your tongue swirling around him to milk him of every last bit. The taste of him lingers, warm and slightly bitter, but satisfying in a way that leaves you wanting more.
The sounds they make—those broken moans, the gasps of pleasure—echo in your ears, a symphony of gratification. Their bodies tremble with the aftershocks of their orgasms, their hands gentle but insistent as they guide you through the final moments of their release.
When they’ve finally come down from the high, their breathing ragged but steadying, they look down at you with a mix of awe and satisfaction. The sight of you, your chest slick with Jimin’s release and your lips still wet from Jungkook seems to stir something deeper in them—a shared sense of intimacy that goes beyond mere physical pleasure.
Your fingers move instinctively, collecting Jimin’s release and bringing it to your lips, savoring the taste as you clean yourself, erasing the evidence of what just transpired. The sensation is both surreal and thrilling, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air.
Jungkook's voice breaks through the haze, his tone a mix of innocence and desire. “PD-nim, can we do more with you?” His eyes sparkle with the same enthusiasm you’ve seen during filming, making it nearly impossible to deny him.
“H-Huh!? Oh…” you stammer, caught off guard. That look in his eyes—it’s almost impossible to resist. But a small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you should be heading back before the other staff starts wondering where you are.
“C’mon, we’ll be quick!” Jimin adds, his voice smooth and coaxing, making it even harder to stick to your resolve. “We can eat you out, or we can penetr—”
Before he can finish, another voice cuts through the tension, startling you. “Oh… so that’s what you guys were doing?”
You turn your head sharply to see Taehyung standing there, now wearing swim trunks, with a smirk playing on his lips. Your heart races, the sudden realization hitting you like a wave.
“Oh my God, I forgot about Taehyung…” you gasp, instinctively trying to cover yourself, though it’s far too late for modesty.
“Hey, I thought you were going to head to bed?” Jimin narrows his eyes at the slightly younger man. He must’ve been watching you all this entire time, he thinks.
He chuckles, an amused glint in his eyes as he takes in the scene. “I thought you guys were still playing in the pool or something… but I’m not surprised things ended up this way. You two are always up to shit like this.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, clearly unimpressed yet intrigued.
“Huh?” you manage to squeak out, your mind reeling. Always up to shit like this? What’s that supposed to mean–
Taehyung’s smirk deepens, and he steps closer. “Anyways, I’m bored. Let me join in too,” he says casually with a boxy smile, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I won’t disappoint heh~”
He winks. HE WINKS!
The three members of the BTS maknae line look at you deviously, waiting to pounce on you at your command.
“I don’t think we should be–”
“Are you sure?” Jimin and Jungkook say in unison.
“I… “ The title of the show is going to come back to haunt you.
“I’m not sure…?” You can’t find yourself to say no, having already gone to the deep end.
You will be closer to getting fired if you get caught at this rate, but to hell with it, “Okay, fine!”
And immediately, they’re all over your body, reigniting the hidden flame in your heart that reminds you how much you loved them as a fan years before. You won’t survive this.
“Come over here,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice deep and commanding as he settles against the pillows of the daybed. He props himself up, making sure he’s comfortable, then motions for you to crawl in front of him.
Your heart races as you move into position, with Jungkook and Jimin on each side of you, their eyes dark with lust. The daybed is deep enough that you’re perfectly nestled between them.
As you get closer to Taehyung, you feel his hands sliding up your thighs, tugging lightly at the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You gasp softly, a thrill running through you as he pulls them down slowly, exposing your wetness. The sensation sends a shiver through you, heightening your anticipation and eagerness to get this over with. You lift your hips slightly to help him slide them off completely, leaving you fully exposed.
Taehyung’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
He props himself up with the pillows behind his head, his hands settling on your hips as he guides you closer. “Sit on my face,” he tells you, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Your breath catches at the bold command, but the heat in his eyes, the way his hands grip your hips, sends a rush of excitement through you. You move to straddle him, your heart pounding as you position yourself over his face. Jungkook and Jimin remain close, their hands brushing over your body, adding to the growing heat between you all.
As you lower yourself onto his waiting mouth, the first touch of his tongue against your most sensitive spot sends a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body.
“A-Ah~ T-Taehyung…” You gasp, your fingers gripping the daybed as Taehyung’s tongue begins to work its magic, teasing and tasting you with skillful precision.
Taehyung’s tongue explores you, from your clit to your entrance. His mouth working in a rhythm that leaves you breathless, and your body trembling with the intensity of it all.
Jimin and Jungkook are on either side of you, their hands moving to your breasts, where they each take a breast in their grasp. Their mouths soon follow, lips closing over your nipples as they begin to suck and tease you with their tongues once more. The dual sensation of Taehyung’s mouth on you and the boys’ attention on your breasts sends your mind reeling, pleasure coursing through you to unleash an orgasm. But you need to be patient and let it continue consuming you.
Jungkook’s hand slides down, tugging off Taehyung’s trunks with a practiced ease before wrapping his fingers around Taehyung’s impressive length. The sight makes your eyes widen, but you aren’t entirely surprised by their actions—after all, you’ve seen how touchy BTS are with one another. Even filming earlier in the day and even back in the States. But this? Seeing them work together to push you to the brink of pleasure only makes you even hornier.
And Taehyung’s dick… it’s massive, much bigger than the other two. The way his tan skin contrasts with the thick, veined shaft is mesmerizing, almost too much to take in. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like inside you, making you ache with the anticipation of trying it next time.
Jimin, not to be outdone, reaches over to stroke Jungkook, his touch slow and deliberate, making sure to keep him just as aroused. His free hand slips down to touch himself, fingers wrapping around his own length as he matches the pace. The sensation of their hands moving in tandem, coupled with the attention they’re lavishing on you, makes your body tremble with need.
You ride Taehyung’s face, grinding down against his mouth as his tongue works magic on you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. Your hands clutch the edges of the daybed for support, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you lose yourself in the sensations they’re giving you. Since you’re facing outwards, Taehyung’s hands slide down to grab your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you even closer, deepening the connection between his mouth and your most sensitive spot. His grip is firm and possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he devours you with renewed intensity. He gives it a slap, which makes you cringe before you go back to indulging in the pleasure.
The feeling of the two men’s mouths on your breasts, Taehyung’s tongue inside you, and the sight of their hands pleasuring each other is almost too much to bear. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your body quivering with the need to release.
Jimin and Jungkook suck harder on your nipples, their teeth grazing them just enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Taehyung’s tongue flicks and swirls with expert precision, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
And then, finally, it all becomes too much. The pleasure explodes within you, sending you spiraling into an intense orgasm that leaves you gasping for breath. Your body tenses, your thighs clenching around Taehyung’s head as you ride out the waves of ecstasy, the sensation amplified by the boys’ continued ministrations.
As the last tremors of your orgasm fade, you collapse forward slightly, your body spent and trembling. Taehyung gently guides you off him, his lips slick with your arousal, and you fall onto the daybed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook quickly follow, their own bodies shuddering as they reach their peaks, their releases mingling, landing onto each others bodies or the fabric beneath them.
Now the three of you lay there, breathless and spent, with limbs piled on top of each other. The air is thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, however a yearning for more still remains. The outdoor area is quiet, save for the sound of your heavy breathing, as you all come down from the high of your shared pleasure.
Jungkook leans in close, his voice low and filled with unfulfilled desire. “I’m so eager to fuck you, but I’ll wait until tomorrow after the itinerary is done,” he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with lust as he looks down at you.
Jimin, still tenderly stroking your skin, adds with a soft smile, “We don’t want you getting into trouble, PD-nim. We’ll be patient.”
You manage a weak smile, your mind swirling with the aftershocks of what just happened. “How have the staff not conveniently come in to check on us?” you wonder aloud, your voice shaky with exhaustion and disbelief.
The three of them exchange a glance, a shared understanding passing between them.
Don’t say that the staff are aware that they’re doing this…!? Taehyung’s words from earlier were already… odd, but you decide not to think too hard on it right now. You need to head back anyway, so let’s keep this drama-free, you think to yourself. Wouldn’t be the first time you hear about idols doing these things.
They begin to clean you up, wiping away the evidence of your intense encounter. They’re gentle, their touches soothing as they take care of you, ensuring that you’re comfortable before helping you to your feet to get dressed.
They walk you to the door, each of them pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before they see you out, their eyes filled with satisfaction. You step out, your mind reeling from the events that just transpired.
“Oh my god…” you say to yourself in a whisper.
As you walk away from the daybed, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up in this situation—tangled up with the three members of BTS in a way you never could have imagined. The memory of their hands, their mouths, their words lingers with you, a heady reminder of the connection you’ve just shared. And though you know the risks, the dangers of what you’ve done, you can’t bring yourself to regret a single moment.
With a deep breath, you start heading back to your accommodation, telling yourself you still have more days of this show’s filming to go. And more chance encounters with them as well.
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The End????
A/N: HAPPY SURPRISE ONE SHOT DROP! OKAY. ALSO I HAD PLANNED TO BLUE BALL YOU GUYS AND NOT GIVE YOU A TAE SCENE BUT RAE SAID I SHOULD WRITE IT SO I DID! I've seen all y'all thirsting over are you sure?! and honestly, the maknae line really FED US SO WELL WITH THIS SHOW. also never in my life did i think there would be no censoring of their bodies, but thank you god for allowing us to indulge in their beauty and cute antics lmao. if you somehow survived this and made it to the end, thank you for reading and please let me know what you think or like bc i was going THROUGH IT writing this 🥴 if it wasn’t good, i am so sorry for wasting your time. 😭
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It's not an ideal life that you dream about, to be the woman of seven men. And you wish someday to live on your own, the life full of rainbow that you call as a normal one.
They think you need a reminder that the choice was never yours.
A/N : This is the product of my thirst for polyamory yandere filth, coz it's hard to choose who you want to f***. Basically porn with a little plot. It will be a three parter.
Warning : Unhealthy male female dynamic, obsession, manipulation, polyamory filth, group sex, voyeurism, threesomes, foursomes, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, blowjob, infidelity, impregnation kink, heavy dubious consensual element, a lot of grey morale characters. I wrote this in a very horny state.
Minors do not interact.
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Wordcount : 3.852
Part 1
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They call it the Glass House.
It's beautiful, a four thousand square metres of seven bedroom luxury in the secluded posh residential of Pyeongchang-dong. Fortress like expanded wall surrounding the estate, the security is elaborate. Patrolling guards with K9, camera in every corner.
Once you pass the gate and reach the main building, you will be awestruck by the architecture. Everyone who see the design for the first time always does. The whole surrounding wall of the main house is made of glass. Tempered smart glass that can switch from transparent to opaque controlled by one touch remote. People can even see the view inside the bedroom if they choose to set the glass into clear mode.
In the afternoon, you can see everything going on inside, but by night, they are frosted all around, completely blocking the view.
Today is tuesday, it should be Yoongi's day. You are required to be ready in their house by six in the evening, all ready in your working suit. It's not really that strict, of course, basically you are shared in between seven of them.
It is one of those rare moments when they all have free time and gather in complete formation.
You took off your shoes and change it into house slippers, walking past the lobby where their testament of wealth is conveyed by Renaissance painting on its pristine wall.
Once you entered the lounge, you see five of them there- including Yoongi, sitting scattered on the long L-shaped sofa in front of the giant TV next to the window that facing the swimming pool.
The glass wall around the room is set to transparent.
They stopped chatting once you step in, five pairs of eyes following your every move.
“Good evening, Sajangnim.“
None of them answer your greeting, only Hoseok smiles back at you. Taehyung, Seokjin and Namjoon regard you with usual lust dancing in their eyes.
Yoongi wears indifferent expression on his face as he motions with his head for you to come closer.
“It's a very busy day, we are all very tired. I'm sure you can lead us and help us relax?“
“Us? Which one of you?“
“All seven of us.“
You fall into silence, completely stupefied.
When was the last time you actually catered to more than two of them at once?
It was two days after Namjoon's birthday last year. You served three of them in the piano room. Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin. While Yoongi played the piano, Taehyung and Jungkook watching some basketball game on projector screen. Seokjin was with his family that evening, it was his third anniversary with his wife. He was still fucking you an hour before the celebration. You weren't sure if he could still do it with his wife, after multiple orgasm he gave you.
Then, three hours later, you were sprawling on the carpeted floor in the lounge room, Hoseok had his cock inside your pussy, Namjoon thrusting roughly into your ass, and Jimin shoved his length in your mouth. It was probably lasted an hour before they almost simultaneously finished together, you don't remember who was the first.
But you remember the aftermath very well. How you felt your body as if it was ran by a train. Sore all over, light headed and sleepy. You passed out in Jimin's room until morning came.
Today, you will have to serve all of them.
Seven men in one night.
“I have never done it yet.“ You are sure they can hear the vibration of your trembling voice.
“You can have the usual ten million, plus another ten as bonus.“ Seokjin chimes in, rolling his platinum Cartier watch on his wrist as he checks the time.
“I, Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi, it won't take long for us. We have to attend a charity dinner at seven. We need you before we leave in two hours.“
Namjoon moves forward, eyes scanning your whole figure. “You still keep up with your training regime, don't you?“
You nodded. They hired two personal trainer to set up a schedule of cardio and strength training to build stamina and muscle for you. All this time you thought it was for your appearance, but now you understand the real reason.
“We better start now, I'm tired of Jiwoo always nagging at me because I'm late.“ Yoongi quips with a hint of annoyed tone.
The four oldest, the hyung line, all of them are married. Their wives were chosen not out of love, but by arrangement. Business purpose by design, groomed to be suitable partners for rich men like them. Beautiful, good pedigree, and highly presentable. You saw their photos flashing in various magazines or websites, parading with branded articles covering their perfect figures.
But still, … at the end of the day, you are the one they need the most.
Some days in a month, they will miss going home just to be with you. To fuck you and fill you up with their cum. You have no idea if those wives know that their husbands bang you regularly, must be oblivious or stupid if none of them don't suspect anything.
If you don't know any better, you will think they take some kind of drugs, aphrodisiac that trigger their addiction on you. After a year to be their mistress, you still have no answer to your lingering curiosity. Something that you never have the courage to ask them.
Because they always paid you very well and your submission is among the things they buy from you.
You draw a long sigh inwardly, heart racing with fear and doubt. And lust too.
“So … I start with you, Yoongi-ssi?“
He leans back, pointing to his lap. “Let's save the time. Seokjin and I will go first.“
Seokjin loves anal. While you are not particularly like this kind of activity, you can't really say no. Just need to go along and finish your job as soon as possible.
You start to unbutton your coat, shrugging it to the floor. The new red lingerie set is a gift from Yoongi last week, with a note that instructed you to wear it today. You were prepared for one man, two at max, not seven..
You position yourself facing down on him, angle your hip in a way so your core is accessible to penetrate from the front and behind.
Yoongi already takes out his cock, hard and hot with precum. He draws your nipple with his mouth, giving a few small licks and bites.
Both him and Seokjin are still fully clothed, only unbuckle their pants to release their cocks.
Seokjin is holding a bottle of lube on your ass, spreading it around the puckered hole to moisten. Then he guides his thick cock through the cleft of your buttcheeks, aiming right on your asshole. He pushes it down, trying to bring the entire length in, but your muscle constricts involuntarily, only his tip succesfully penetrates.
“Relax, doll. You don't make this easier if you are nervous.“
Pulling out, he adds more lubricant, smears it all over your hole and his cock. Then continues with another push, harder this time. It glides through finally, his length completely buried inside your ass. He sighs in satisfaction, giving a hard slap on your bottom, before starts moving his hip. The tight friction feels like heaven to him, the sound of your whimper from the pain arousing him. You are wet enough from his precum and lube, but because of the absence of stimulation, your muscle that is forced to contract sending painful jolt throughout your nerve.
“Sorry doll, we are in a rush. Taehyung will care for you later.“
His sorry doesn't seem sincere, he continues to fuck into your ass in a relentless pace, cock hard and desperate as if he hasn't fucked you for a month.
You aren't sure if you can still handle Namjoon later. Most likely he will join Hoseok to tag-team you.
You never really think about their words of consolation during sex, none of that actually matters. You are used to pain, it's something you have to handle quietly whenever they are in a hurry and need to release the steam quickly.
Yoongi lifts your hip a little so he can lines his cock right on your pussy, his fingers rubs your clit briefly. He then pushes his hip up, length fully penetrates you in a single stroke.
You take a deep long breath over the sensation of being stuffed by both men. Threesome was not frequent occasion between you and them. Most of the time they took turn in different day. Being ravished by multiple men all at once is not something you are fond of, but you can't say you don't like it either.
The two men started to move in sync, pushing and pulling their cocks alternately. Your vision begins to blur as the sensation builds up, just need a moment before you can reach the peak. Both of them have quite the girth, and you have to keep your body steady to maintain their pace.
Seokjin groans lowly when he finally cum, shooting his rope of seed inside your ass. It was a whole load that you can feel it dripping out along your thigh.
He pulls out and immediately stand, cleaning himself hastily before fixing his pants and walks back to the sofa, hand combing his dishevel hair to tame the strand. He then sits calmly while checking his phone like he didn't just had sex in the living room while showing it off to anyone who could pass by the window wall.
While Yoongi, he is not yet done.
Now that he is solo, he flips you underneath him, then lines his hard cock back on your opening, enters you in one strong push that gets you choked from his size. His cock is average length, but super thick, it stretches you out beyond bearing everytime. He doesn't give you time to breath, picking up his pace immediately once his length fully buried inside you. You are surprisingly wet enough, the brief session with Seokjin arouses you anyway.
Your eyes catch the sight of Taehyung, busy typing on his phone, while Namjoon and Hoseok palming their crotch, ready to take their turn on you.
At least you didn't need to endure the long hours you thought it would take.
“Wait, I think it's faster if I join now.“
Hoseok undoes his pants, exposing his half erect cock. He kneels next to you, holding his cock near your lips, urging you to open up for him. You don't need to blow him too long, because Yoongi apparently is close, a minute later he moans loud while shooting his cum into your womb, stroking his cock to milk it dry.
You are still sucking on Hoseok's cock, his length is almost the same as Seokjin, thick and veiny, completely filling your mouth that it is hard to breathe normally.
Finally he pulls out, giving a sign for you to turn over, back to your first position.
Namjoon now joins in, taking Seokjin's stand previously to get into your ass.
They easily enter you at the same time, because of Yoongi and Seokjin's cum, both your pussy and ass are very lubricated, reducing the pain you felt earlier.
Closing your eyes, you lay your head on Hoseok's chest, you don't really need to do anything. They are the one who do the job, pulling out and pushing in, everytime they enter you, your body jerk roughly.
Hoseok looks very beautiful even when he is in obvious fucked state. His sharp jawline, high aristocrat nose, pretty sexy lips, you never get tired admiring him.
He seems to understand your stare at him, he tips your jaw and kisses your lips, tongue invade your mouth with teasing laps.
If you want to admit your feeling, Hoseok and Jungkook are the men you favor the most. They are more attentive during sex, pay attention to your likes and dislikes. They also often showering you with gift after sex, usually the day after.
The other boys buy you gift too, but unlike the two, they never ask what kind of things you want.
They always think you prefer expensive stuff.
Seokjin is the roughest among them, not much talking, purely fulfilling his needs most of the time. Alhough it doesn't mean he never brought orgasm to you, it was just not often enough. But once he did, those climaxes are the things that still made you want him in the end.
“Sorry doll, but we have to finish fast.“
Namjoon pulls out his cock then pumping it until he is about to cum, then quickly push it back into your ass, thrusting it a few more times before he finally comes inside you.
Once Namjoon is off your back, Hoseok pulls you closer to his chest, kissing your neck with small soft bites.
You aim your breast to his mouth, urging him to take your nipple and give a few sucks that sends tingle of pleasure throughout your body.
His pretty lips wrapped around your bud is mesmerizing, you feel like you fall in love with this beautiful man.
In that moment, suddenly you think about his wife. Does he fuck her like he does to you?
His twenty nine year old wife is the daughter of current Minister of foreign affairs. She's pretty and looks way younger than her actual age. You once saw them in the TV when he met with the President, they look like a happy harmonious couple that makes your heart twists with painful jealousy.
But, he still need you, right?
Eventually, he will always come back to you. Maybe if you can bear him the heir that he needs, you can claim him completely. He's been married for almost three years, but no child until now.
Many times you are tempted to skip the contraception, but then you thought about the rest of them. If you're pregnant, there is no guarantee it will be Hoseok's child, all of them always cum inside you. And if it turns out the child is belong to one of the other men, especially Seokjin, Yoongi or Jimin, you will be chained forever to this life. They are possesive and have insatiable desire over you.
Doesn't mean that the rest of them are different, but those three are your nightmare.
They are the reason you haven't dated for more than a year. It's not even remotely possible with the schedule they set up for you.
You are required to come every day in the afternoon and you can go home the next morning when they deem they are finished with you. You practically live in this house, time you spend in your own apartment is basically for resting. Often times you have no energy to go out for groceries, let alone socializing or dating.
That, and the thing that happened everytime you try to date with a new guy.
They always ended up canceling the second date for unknown reason. After the fifth guy, you decided that you were probably just unlucky in the love department.
At least you are still allowed to go home everyday, holding onto whatever little privacy you have left at your own apartment. Which, that too courtesy of the seven men, because the unit is still under their name.
Seokjin and Yoongi have been adamant to build another bedroom in the mansion to force you to stay with them, but thankfully the rest of the men side with you.
You can't keep doing this, putting yourself on their beck and call every single day. You don't want this life to be permanent. There is no future if you become their mistress forever. You just need to save enough money to build a life on your own, and get out once you are able to.
“Doll, look at me.“
Hoseok pulled you tight to his chest, starting to grind his hip on your groin. His cock hit your sensitive spot and you moan on his ear.
“Cum with me, okay, doll?“
He croons sweetly with persuasive tone and you instantly forgot your dream plan for the future.
He starts to move fast, thrusting repeatedly while holding you tight in his embrace. His cock hit your spot multiple times, the lingering tingle is back, heightened until the built sensation explodes inside you, your vision whitens with rain of stars. You are breathless, head floating from the massive orgasm he just gave you.
Kissing his lips, you gently caress his cheek that is blushing from the high of adrenaline.
His hip is still thrusting until it turns sloppy, then slows down sporadically, you feel warm release coat your wall, dripping out into sticky mess down your bottom.
Unlike the three previous men, Hoseok doesn't get up immediately and leave you, instead, he fetches your coat from the floor and put it on you. Which you are very grateful for.
The room is cold from the air conditioner and you are sticky everywhere, you don't want anyone to look at your naked mess.
“You can use my room to shower and rest for a while. Jungkook and Jimin will come a bit later, so you only have Taehyung for now.“
“Let her use my room, Hyung. We will need her after shower.“
Hoseok nods, he moves forward to give you a kiss on your cheek, then straightens his shirt and pants before walks out of the room.
“Such a romantic make out, doll, too bad he's married.“
Coming from Taehyung, you knew it's not an insinuation nor jealousy.
The seven boys, although they are terribly infatuated on you, but they always share you with each other. His question is more like curiosity. He definitely saw the way you look at Hoseok, and honestly you can't blame him to ask question.
“I know, I never intend to marry one of you. I know my place.“
His brows raised with surprise in his expression.
“Your place? What about it?“
You grasp on the lapel of your coat, suddenly too aware with your indecent filthy state. You got dry sperm around your thigh and ankle, and your lipstick must be smeared all around your mouth, maybe your cheeks too. You don't even want to think about your hair.
“All of you need good credential for a wife. Definitely not a whore like me.“
Now his expression turn into something like amused mix with offended.
“You're our woman. Not a whore.“
“I've been passed around between seven men, four of them are married. Sidechick sleeps with one man. Whore sleeps with multiple men. I'm standing here after I've been stuffed by four men all at once, with twenty million won as payment. Even you want to say this is not prostitution, but my status is definitely not a respected one.“
He fall into silence to hear your internal thoughts, you have never seen him at lost for words.
“This is not what I dream my life to be. I want a normal life like everybody else. I want to meet with the man I love, get married, have kids and getting old together. I don't see my future here. So .. no, I don't plan to work like this forever, or marry one of you.“
The silence is extended, it's obvious he is still digesting your outburst.
“I see. Looks like in the end, what we provide is not enough to make you stay.“
“It's not about the price, of course I need the money, but …”
“Come here, doll."
“I need to clean up myself before I serve you.“
“I said come to me now."
You take a few steps until you stand in front of him, heart beating so fast anticipating what he will say or do to you.
The maknaes are usually more vocal and straightforward, but among the three younger member, Taehyung is the most reserve type.
He gestures for you to kneel down, his unbuckling his belt is the unsaid command for you to comply.
Pulling down his pants, he takes out his hard cock and start stroking it.
His member is huge, has both length and girth.
The good thing about Taehyung is he doesn't favor anal sex, always opted for blowjob or vaginal. You grateful for that, you couldn't imagine to handle his size in your ass.
You hold his cock with one hand, licking the tip first before circling the round bulbous head.
He starts to caress your hair, hand draws your hair into ponytail while his eyes watching you deepthroat his cock.
“It baffled me that you even think yourself as a whore. You are loved by all of us. We don't only use your body, we care for you too.“
You pull out his cock from your mouth and stroking it with your hand.
Again, you never take their words of consolation seriously. They are just empty sweet talks. Nothing more.
He pulls you up and adjust your hip to sit on him. Taking off your coat and throws it to the floor, he then aligning his cock on your entrance, setting apart your panties to the side. His size splitting your walls and you wince over the pain.
“Move slowly, doll. I'll let you rest after this.“
So you do just as he asked. Moving your hip in rhytmic thrust, your muscle grip on his length tightly, massaging the flesh with stimulation.
He caresses your cheek, drawing you closer and kiss your neck in sluggish pace.
“In fact, we talked about this before. Of course you will need status, and only me, Jimin or Jungkook who can marry you. The hyungs are married so they are off limits. But the result will be the same. You are …”
He pinches your nipple behind the bra.
“..ours. The seven of us.“
You feel his cock spring inside you and you jerk from the sensation.
“I'm … I'm sorry, but I don't want this life forever.“
He moves up his hip to push his cock on you. You whimper as he hit your G-spot and the orgasm comes to you like an electric vibration through your whole body. Pleasure shot up to your brain and your nerve, you feel like passing out.
Lifting your body, he brings you to the floor and lay you down, to make it easier for him to fuck you.
“Oh doll…”
He starts to thrust in and out of you, pulling until half of his length is out, before he rams his cock back inside you.
“It's nice that you have that dream to live a normal life away from us. We should be proud of you.“
Your mind isn't even connected to your surrounding anymore, your focus is only at the way he fucks you while his voice is like coming somewhere overhead.
“But doll, the thing is … to leave us altogether is not your decision.“
You feel his move getting slower, and right before you finally passed out, you feel the warm essence of his release cover your inside along with his two last words.
genre. non-idol au, omegaverse (a/b/o), polyamory, red string theory, painful slow burn, a not so meet cute in this one
sleep walking home is a regular occurrence after your shifts. shuffling your way through the crowded streets with such familiarity you don't even think you'd need your eyes open on a day off to navigate your way around. until you're snapped back into reality by a side walk the people have been begging the city to fix for years, an elderly woman, and an alpha.
word count. 4666
warnings. no major warnings, it's a prologue so it's world building and setting up, banter between coworkers, lowkey inaccurate (inaccurate everything lowkey) hospital knowledge (give me another year for when i'm in clinicals fr fr for it to be scarily accurate), an elderly woman falls, a sprained ankle, fireman!jeongguk, a forgotten cardigan, this really can't be categorized as anything but i'm just putting fluff
author's notes at the end of the chapter!
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The headache-inducing fluorescent lights overhead of the nurses’ station hummed. Soft and steady. Too steady to the point where it becomes background noise that gets drowned within an hour of your shift, and yet irritating if you’re left to the quietness of the night shift too long.
And for you, it’s getting to that point. Swivelling back and forth in the computer chair, absently staring at the bright computer screen in front of you. Eyes drifting to the corner of the screen.
6:54 A.M
Six more minutes. But it’s never just six more minutes. Not the same six minutes of an office worker whose hours are cemented in stone. Because you can’t remember the last time you had gotten to clock out exactly at 7 A.M, although you don’t think within the years of working as a nurse, you’ve ever gotten out ‘on time’— too many responsibilities to take care of. The most you can wish for during a shift change is that your replacement isn’t too late.
There were three of you on duty this past night. Mila, a beta, sat beside you. More focused than you as she typed away on the keyboard that’s probably been at this station before any of you had formed thoughts of becoming a nurse. The blue illumination of the computer screen emphasised the small scrunch of her eyebrows. On the other side of the nurses' station, Derek, another beta, has been flipping through a thick binder since the hallway lights dimmed back up nearly an hour ago. It’ll be the morning shift nurses who take it upon themselves to turn on the lights within the patients’ rooms once they begin their rounds.
“I miss my-”
“Don’t even,” Mila mumbles. Not even letting the beta finish his sentence before ending it for him. Already knowing that he was going to say, “I miss my bed”, he would drag on, just like he’s done at least once since the shift passed six hours in.
Derek huffs. Closing the binder, putting his hands at the edge of the table top to get enough leverage to push himself back further within the confines of the nurses’ station to spin in his chair.
“We’re almost done,” You say, adding an air of optimism. Closing your eyes and pinching at the bridge of your nose, those bright fluorescent lights getting to your head.
“Yeah, but will the mor-”
Releasing your nose and opening your eyes, looking beside you to see if Mila had sent him any glares that made him quiet down. Just for her fingers to still be idly tapping away. Head whipping to Derek’s direction to know what made him shut himself up. Understanding why, when you watch as Elaina, your replacement, makes her way to the station. With her lightweight coat still clad in the morning dew and lunch box in hand, bag slung over her shoulder. You must not have even noticed the elevator ding.
As she nears the station, “I’m just going to set this down in the break room, and I’ll be right back, okay?” She says in a hushed voice. Still taking into consideration that many patients, if not all, are still sleeping.
You nod at her words, giving her a thumbs up, and begin exiting out of whatever tabs you had open and sign out of the computer. Standing, but not before you take note of the time.
7:02 A.M
Not bad, you’ve waited unnecessarily longer before. Picking up both your clipboard, water bottle, a cup of lukewarm tea you made somewhere around 3 and never finished, and plucking up the cardigan you draped over the back of the chair over your arm. Passing by Derek, who pushes closer to the counter to allow you to smoothly round the corner of the nurses’ station.
“You’re better than me. I would’ve jumped out of my seat to give her the charts and be on my way,” Derek remarks.
You snort at him. “Good thing I have patience. Unlike you.”
Derek just plants his elbows on the counter and plops his head in his hands in retorsion.
Setting down all of the items on the high top of the counter. The squeak of sneakers against the polished hospital linoleum floors dignifies Elaina’s return from the break room. Taking a spot next to you.
“How was the night shift?” She asks. Like she usually does whenever she’s your replacement, when she’s anyone's replacement, really. One of the few omegas in the hospital, and a powerhouse of a nurse with about a decade of knowledge over you. You never mind waiting on her if you know she’s scheduled.
“It was a usual night. Calm and quiet with a few hiccups.”
“Good, good,” She nods along. “What do you have for me, so I can get you out of here.”
Looking down at the clipboard in front of you, you slide it across the counter to Elaina to look at as you explain.
“Uh, Room 12 needs vitals again at eight. She ran a low fever around four, but it settled after Tylenol. And her temp has been stable since. Mom and dad are tired, so maybe let them sleep another hour before rounds?”
Elaina nods, eyes already locked in scanning the notes. “I’ll open the blinds before turning on the overhead lights in there.” You make a noise of agreement with her comment.
“And Room 15?”
“Breathing way easier after the second neb. He’ll probably charm you out of half the supply closet today. I found his stash just before bed last night.”
Elaina cackles. “That kid could talk you out of giving him the shoes on your own feet and clothes off your own back.” She glances up at you. “Alright, I know you’re ready to get home,” She states, reading you easily.
You look up from the chart to her eyes already on you. Wondering if you really look that bad. “I just- I am,” You admit. “I don’t know what it is, but I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“Laugh at me all you want. But, it’s your body giving you warning signs that something’s probably about to happen.”
Squinting at her words. Is something going to happen to you? Or in general? Good or bad?
“It’s probably just because I’ve been working back-to-back lately," You retort.
“Could be. Or you’re not eating the way you should be.”
Your head snaps back to look at the older nurse, mouth slightly agape. “Under nurse Elaina’s orders, I’ve been eating better.” Taking your hand and pledging it over your heart. Much like the early morning about a month ago, when it had been Elaina who saw the glimpse inside of your pathetic lunch box. All of the containers were mostly full of food you had haphazardly thrown in them without a second thought. Hearing an earful from her about health and nurturing your body, but you had nonetheless promised her that you would eat better.
She eyes you up, but trusts your word not to push the subject any further. Scooping up the clipboard, and walked her way around the nurses' station. “Go ahead and sleep off the rest of the week, Honey. It’s deserved.”
You smile at her words. Picking up your water bottle and the cup with the remnants of your tea. “Thanks, Elaina.”
Turning on your heels to walk down the hall to the break room to gather your things, and scanning into the room with your badge once you make it. And making a beeline for the sink. Setting down your water bottle with a clank on the counter beside the sink as you dump out the rest of your tea, awake enough to keep a finger on the tea bag string as you do so, and throw the cup in the trash.
A loud throaty yawn from behind you startles you. And there Derek stands. One arm is in his jacket sleeve, and the other is not, as he stretches his arms out.
“I didn’t even notice you leave the station.”
Derek turns around, “I told you. I’m ready to go.”
You both share a laugh as the two of you move to get yourselves ready to leave. Removing your cardigan from the crook of your arm to put it on.
“I’m filing a formal complaint,” he announces beside you, hand wrapped around one of the handles of his bag.
Furrowing your eyebrows, “On?” Moving to the sink once more to collect your water bottle before you leave it in the hospital like you’ve done countless times before.
“On charting after sunrise. It should be a law.”
You move back to where your bag is propped open on a seat and one of the break tables to diligently place your water bottle inside. The bag is worn, with the floral print wearing off on the bottom, and most of the compartments have a hole (or two). However, it was a gift from your dad when you began your clinicals in your junior year. “File it with Congress,” You comment. “They’re only like, what, eleven hours away? Less than a day trip for you.”
He groans. “I’m not that ambitious.”
You sling your bag over your shoulder, and the two of you head for the door. Derek takes longer strides to hold it open for you, but not before he swipes his badge through the clock to finalize him clocking out of the shift. Bowing your head in a thank you, repeating the same action. Never being as satisfied as you are to hear that beep as your badge slides through.
Walking past the nurses’ station, you spot Mila still seated in the same spot. Stopping to talk to her as Derek waves and voices quick goodbyes to everyone.
Slouching over the high-top counter, you place your hands flat and place your head on top of your hands, right in front of Mila, who looks up from the computer screen. Everyone’s been in Mila’s position.
“Still not here yet?”
“Nope.” She confirmed. Popping the P in the word.
You give her a sympathetic frown. “Sorry, Mimi. Want me to wait?” It isn’t out of the ordinary for you and Mila to leave together. Or to even arrive together. You and Mila are the same age and got hired around the same time. The other staff often joke about the two of you being joined at the hip.
Mila pfft’s. “No, go home. They’ll probably be here soon anyway.”
You nod at her words. “Alright, just text me when you get out.”
“Will do.”
You pick yourself up. Hand pushing the handles of your bag further up your shoulder. Saying your goodbyes to everyone.
Stopping in front of the elevator, you press the down button. Exhaling as you extend your wrist and push back your cardigan sleeve to peek at your watch.
7:20 A.M
Once again, you think, not bad.
The ding of the elevator alerts you to raise your head. Taking a few steps back once the doors open to let the people on the elevator exit before you make your way on, pressing the first floor button.
Your body knowing where to turn as you leave out one of the employee entrances. Pushing through the heavy employee entrance and stepping into the early morning.
The air was cool in a way that felt almost clean after the recycled hospital ventilation mixed with the smell of antiseptic, hand sanitizer, and faint smells of someone's leftovers. Your headache worsens at the thought if it wasn’t mandated for hospital staff to wear scent blockers. The spurts of fresh grass are still damp with the remnants of dewy dots of morning fog. The budding florals on the trees along the outskirts of the hospital remind you that the spring season is beginning.
Rush hour hadn’t quite started, and you could still hear the city was still waking up. Joggers passing in their reflective gear with their feet stomping into the sidewalk, a few people walking their dogs around the block, and the passing of just a few cars.
The further you walk from the hospital to the L, the more tension leaks from your body, but the familiar buzz of adrenaline still lingers. Like it usually does till you make it home and into your bed. Your pace is steady as you walk across to the other side of the street, getting the perfect glint of morning sun over the city as you do so.
Just as you pass by the humming of a stopped bus, you spot her. An older woman, maybe somewhere between her 60s and 70s, grey hair curled beneath the crochet hat, and dark mauve lips (you wonder for a split second how long that color has been her signature lip). She steps off the bus, she wavers, balance lost, and blinks just as it happens. Something like a fall happens so quickly, too quickly for your body to even process and react in time. As the person who’s falling or the person who watches the act happen.
A few commuters gasped. Most stopped to assess the situation, and others continued walking.
It suddenly became too hot for you. Yanking your bag onto the ground and pulling off your cardigan, balling it up. Dropping your knees into the pavement just beside her, you lift her head to place your balled-up cardigan below her head, giving a quick swipe to the back of her head to see for possible bleeding. A no to that.
“Ma’am? Ma’am, can you hear me?” Whatever tiredness you had is now replaced with the last bit of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Everything is muscle memory as you check responsiveness, breathing, and pulse. Taking hold of her hands. Noticing a little bleeding and scratches from the pavement from her attempt to try and save herself from the fall, those will get cleaned later, you think. But other than that, they’re veiny and cold, but that’s normal for elders. You can tell she’s an omega by her sweet floral scent.
“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.” A sense of relief when you feel the faint squeeze of your hand.
A woman nearby was fumbling for her phone, announcing. “I- I’m calling 911!”
“Good,” You say without looking up, two fingers checking for a carotid pulse. “Tell them she’s breathing, but her heart rate is a little high. Most likely caused by the shock of the situation. Was a fall and may have a possible sprain.”
Your hands move down her body, applying light pressure to see if the woman’s face scrunches in any way of discomfort. Pulling up the length of her pants enough to assess her ankles. A soft smile etches its way onto your face when you see her kittens and balls of yarn socks. And your suspicions are confirmed when her right ankle already shows signs of swelling.
You always hate what you have to do next. Eyes fixate on her face as your hands apply pressure to her ankle. The woman’s face twists in pain as she tries to move her leg up and away from you.
When you notice her eyes fluttering, you scoot back up towards her head. Smacking her lips, she mumbles out, “Hurts.” With a hoarse voice. You gently tilt her chin to open her airway a little more.
“I know, and I’m sorry. It shouldn’t be more than a sprain.” Checking her pulse once more to feel it steadying. “Help is on the way, Ma’am.”
As if it could hear you, an engine, big, red, and unmistakable, rounds the corner. You can tell it has just gotten done with a call just based on the fact that its sirens aren’t wailing. The noise alone would’ve alerted you sooner than the color of the truck, from the noise echoing blocks away. You can only figure that the large group of people huddled together in the early morning makes the truck squeak to a stop. Boots hitting the ground and doors shutting.
A shadow falls over the two of you.
“Alright,” a voice said, warm and too self-assured for this hour, “I’m a firefighter, I can take over, Ma’am.”
Ouch.
You keep your attention on the woman. But you can tell not only his stance but his smoky (on brand) scent that he’s a clear alpha, figures. The small portion of alphas usually do stick to traditional jobs like a fireman. “Great. I’m a nurse. Where are the paramedics, so I can give them my assessment?”
There’s a beat of silence. Your heart thumps loudly in your ear, anticipating the rough words of the alpha that you’re sure will make you tense in response, and possibly cause you to scurry away from the woman if he wanted to. But instead, you hear a huff of surprised laughter.
“Okay,” He says, tone shifting. Respect settling in. “Let me wave them over.”
That gets you to finally glance up at the alpha, and you immediately regret it. Every fiber in your body suddenly becomes irritated, all because he looks ridiculously good for it to be eight in the morning. Clearly, we all don’t have the same 24 hours. And clearly some of us do have eyebags that make us look as though we haven’t had an ounce of sleep since birth, when in reality it was the 12-hour shift that’s cockblocked you from your bed. You noticed his wide eyes first, too bright to assume he’s also had to be awake all night. His dark hair is slightly tousled, a signature helmet missing from on top of his head and instead in his hand. He must’ve used it to wave the paramedics over.
You stay by her side, brushing a stray strand of grey hair from her forehead. Eyes tender on the elder woman’s face, and it hits you then. “Ma’am, can you tell me your name?”
Her lips part, then smack together before they open again. “Pearl,” She whispers, voice coarse.
“Pearl,” You repeat, taking a moment to put her name to her face. It should’ve been one of the first things you asked her. “I’m staying right here until the paramedics get here.”
And within seconds, they arrive, gurney and kit in tow. The crowd once around the woman had diminished, too aware that they have places they need to be. Now replaced with the normal rush of people on the sidewalk. One of the paramedics kneels beside the other side of Pearl, checking her vitals, and the other sets up supplies.
The paramedic knelt before her looks up at you, “What do you know?”
It takes you a second to process their words, but when you do, you start to list off what you gathered from your assessment. “Pearl, around 60s to 70s, an omega. She’s responsive, airway doesn’t seem restricted, pulse is a little high from shock, with minor abrasions on her hands. No head trauma, but her right ankle is swelling. It’s likely a sprain.”
The paramedic notes and jots down notes from your assessment. “How did it happen?”
You sigh, hand lifting from Pearl’s to gesture towards to broken and cracked sidewalk right where passengers of the bus system get off. The gaping hole where concrete should be is no longer there, through years of wear and tear. “That piece of work, right there. The city’s known about it for months. Accidents like this happen too often.”
How could they not? Because who thinks to take an extra leap when they get off the bus because a chunk of sidewalk is missing where it shouldn’t be?
The paramedic chuckles, shaking her head. “You were at the right place at the right time, huh?” Acknowledging your knowledge of the city and in the medical field.
“Seems that way.” You murmur, glancing back down at Pearl.
“Alright, well, lets get her up.”
For a moment, you think she’s still talking to you. Until you notice that her eyes are looking right past you and up. Causing you to look behind you, where the other paramedic stands with the gurney.
“Right, right. Sorry,” You apologize, scrambling to your feet and tucking your arms into each other as you watch them move with efficiency and carefully with her right leg as they slide her onto the gurney. Once the straps are secured, they raise the gurney once again, and you find yourself shuffling close to Pearl. Her hand reaches out with whatever strength she has, eyes open and searching for you. You catch her hand instantly, settling it back down onto her lap.
“Thank you,” She whispers, her eyes filled with sincerity and gratitude.
A smile tugs at your lips. “Of course.”
She squeezes your hand once more before releasing it, letting your arm fall to your side as you watch the paramedics wheel her off to the back of the ambulance.
A shadow falls over you, “She’s in good hands.”
You jump slightly at the voice, spinning around. Of course, it’s him. The firefighter, right before you, with his helmet now tucked under his arm.
“I know,” You state flatly. “She’ll probably be taken to my hospital.” You’re not trying to sound like an asshole for saying that so matter-of-factly. But it’s true, it’s the closest hospital.
He laughs quietly, nodding to your words.
The floral print of your bag catches your eye (thank however for it not getting stolen), and you bend to pick it up. Slinging it over your shoulder, you turn back around to the firefighter still standing there, staring. Shocked that he’s still lingering and not making his way back to the firetruck.
He looks as if he’s about to speak, shifting on his feet. Till one of his teammates calls his name. It’s muffled to you beyond the noise of the city, so you don’t catch it, but he does. And you take this as an opportunity to brush past him and tread onto the way of the L.
Digging in your bag, hand shuffling around various items as you maneuver your way through the crowd. A note pad, too many loose pens, your water bottle, a granola bar, and oh! Your phone. Flipping the beat up thing around your screen shines and you notice a text from Mila.
mimi
Just got out.
And I have to do it all over again tonight 😁
sent at 7:39 A.M
Your lips twist. Fingers typing away at the screen.
you
try and get as much sleep as you can!
tonight's shift will hopefully be better. for you and everyone else.
sent at 8:45 A.M
You're shocked when your phone dings right away, assuming that Mila had crashed out the second she got home.
mimi
For everyone else's safety it better!!!
Or I'm wrecking havoc
sent at 8:50 A.M
you
please don't get in trouble with HR again
sent at 8:50 A.M
mimi
That was ONE time and it was even my fault
sent at 8:51 A.M
you
not fully at least
sent at 8.51 A.M
Smiling to yourself when you see the typing bubble pop up and then disappears. Just for Mila to place a thumbs down on your message. Chucking your phone bag into your bag your body rounds a familiar corner as your feet steadily go down the steps to the L.
When he turns back, he’s met with the empty-lined shape of you no longer in front of him. No sense of you in the crowd passing in front of him, so he twists to see if you’re shuffling against the grain of the crowd. But he doesn’t. You’ve long disappeared.
He sighs, placing his helmet back on his head, its rightful place. But, as he begins to walk, the weight of his boot against the pavement is cushioned. Looking down and lifting his foot, there’s a lump of grey beneath it.
Crouching to pick it up, the neutral scent of scentblockers and hand sanitizer hits his nose. It’s yours. And as he extends his arms to observe the piece of fabric, he comes to the conclusion that the grey lump is a cardigan, decorated with seven embroidered dogs, although it him they resemble something closer to blobs. He stands, looking back at the sea of people, all new faces, than those he had just seen when he had tried looking for you. It’s a lost cause trying to run after you when he has no idea where he’s running to other than to the end goal of finding you.
So, with defeat. He walks back to the firetruck with the cardigan in hand.
The L tracks rocks beneath you. Swaying you back and forth, unless it’s when the train stops, then it jolts you to halt. Your bag lies in your lap, earbuds in the second you swerved your way around that fireman. And your hand is clenched around your phone, only paying it mind to flip it around to skip a song on your playlist. Getting a peak at the time.
9:15 A.M
Over an hour later, and you're still not in your bed.
Your muscles ache, small tremors running down your arms and to your leg, that hasn’t settled from its bouncing since you sat down. The hum of the train seems louder than it should, but maybe that’s because you’re still tense and the adrenaline is still draining its way out of your body.
You try to tug at the cuff of your cardigan with your free hand, but you’re just met with the thin material of your under scrub long sleeve. That’s when you look down and notice that what should be there, your cardigan, isn’t wrapped around you.
Closing your eyes, you begin to list off every curse word you can think of. Because, fuck, that was one of your favorite cardigans. You say your goodbyes to the cardigan in your head, thinking of all the fond memories you had with it.
But that just brings your thoughts back to the woman. Pearl. Her name echoes softly in your mind. She’s okay. She’s safe. You can only imagine she’s at the hospital now, getting proper attention and treatment. A possible phone call to any of her loved ones about her condition and whereabouts. The thought should bring you relief, but it’s tangled with the gnawing frustration at the sidewalk. The same one that’s tripped too many people. You huff at your rising aggravation that the city knows about it. They know.
Along with your budding aggravation with the fireman. Not that he did anything personal to you. It’s all annoyingly you. And partially because he’s an alpha. Alphas like him are sure to have a partner or a pack. Alphas and omegas never stay single for long unless that’s their choice. Not with the scarcity of them.
Your eyelids grow heavier, but your mind keeps you busy, not letting you rest just yet. The morning replays in your head. Is Elaina a psychic? Because how did she know that something might happen to you today? That you had been right where you needed to be to hear the muffled gasp of the crowd, the faint sound of your water bottle within your bag as it hit the pavement, Pearl’s faint smile when she squeezed your hand for the last time. You’re not at ease, but you let yourself feel the quiet satisfaction. This is why you do it. The unpredictability, the scrapes, the sweat, the panic. It’s worth it for moments like this.
Tilting your head back against the window of the train, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding onto. Shifting in your seat, adjusting your bag with your body. You turn your face toward the window. Eyes fluttering shut as you feel the warmth of the sun and the shadows of the buildings against your face.
For a fleeting moment, as the train carries you home, you allow yourself to let go.
kay speaks 💬
i'd like to start this off with an apology. the prologue is about a week later than when i had intended when i wanted it to published. and that's entirely my fault for getting too ambitious and excited when i published the prologue teaser. college was dragging me within an inch of my life, but hopefully this early 5k prologue makes up for the delay!
and i hope the prologue wasn't too boring 😭 especially the beginning when m/c is still at work. i wanted to build up her character within her work place with her colleagues, because her work and those colleagues are a huge part of her and her story line.
also please endear me with my attempts of world building. like hospital staff being mandated to wear scent blockers. the way others can guess (and most times get it right) your sub-gender by your scent. the discussion of typical alpha jobs. and the mention of the scarcity of alphas and omegas in society and how typically they never remain single for long once they present.
lastly, m/c's cardigan is a foreshadow to the pack, seven dogs on her cardigan equals the seven in the pack. it's actually based off this cardigan i found on pinterest, i thought it would be a neat touch to add. so i hope a few readers caught that!
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader x Kim Namjoon
Genre: Erotica, Polyamory, Language Kink, Possessive Love, Voyeurism, Slow-Burn Tension, Soft Dominance, Jealousy, Dirty Talk, Fluff
Word Count: ~5k
Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY, Minors DNI)
Warnings: Explicit sexual content (threesome, oral sex, penetrative sex, double penetration setup, possessive behavior), language barrier, jealousy, light marking, voyeurism, dirty talk, alcohol mention, shower sex, unprotected sex, intense emotional dynamics. Please read responsibly!
Summary: Stranded in Seoul due to a visa crisis, you, a freelance photographer, enter a marriage of convenience with Jeon Jungkook, a gorgeous but guarded music producer who barely speaks English. Your survival-level Korean and his broken English create a tantalizing language barrier, sparking tension in and out of bed. Enter Kim Namjoon, Jungkook’s charming, fluent friend, whose translations ignite a wildfire of desire, turning him from observer to equal partner in a steamy, possessive triad.
A/n: If you don't like the idea of multiple partners, poly au, polyamory relationships then DNI. I have already mentioned in warnings and Genre.
The Seoul summer was relentless, humidity clinging to your skin as you stood outside the government office, a marriage certificate trembling in your hands. Jeon Jungkook, your unexpected husband, stood beside you, his dark eyes flicking from the paper to your face. His jaw was tight, lips pressed thin, but his hand hovered near your waist, a silent claim.
You’d come to Seoul a year ago, chasing a freelance photography gig after a messy breakup back home. South Korea’s vibrant chaos had been a fresh start—until your work visa renewal hit a snag. A friend’s desperate pitch—“Jungkook’s solid, he’ll marry you to keep you here”—and your own reckless impulse led to this moment. You barely knew him. A few coffee shop meetups, his shy smiles, and broken English weren’t enough to prepare you for this. Marriage.
Jungkook was unfairly gorgeous—black hair falling into his eyes, a brow piercing catching the sunlight, tattoos peeking from his sleeve. “Good?” he asked, voice low, accented. His English was halting, your Korean worse—annyeonghaseyo, kamsahamnida, menu items.
“Yeah, good,” you whispered, heart pounding. You’d hesitated at the desk, pen hovering, imagining your ex’s smug face if you got deported. This was survival, not romance. Right?
Jungkook muttered—“aish”—frustration clear. He grabbed your hand, firm but gentle, pulling you toward his car. “Where?” you asked, stumbling after him.
“House,” he said, then something in Korean. You didn’t understand, but his intense gaze made your stomach flip. You nodded, choosing to trust him, asserting your own resolve to make this work.
Jungkook’s apartment was sleek—dark wood, minimalist, scented with his woody cologne. You stood in the living room, clutching your camera bag, as he handed you a bottle of soju. “Drink,” he said, clinking his bottle against yours. “Good for… nervous.”
You laughed, tension easing. “Yeah, I’m nervous.” You took a swig, the burn grounding you. Silence fell, heavy with unspoken questions. How do you live with someone you can’t fully talk to? Share a bed?
One afternoon, you tried communicating. You pointed at a kimchi jar, attempting, “Kimchi… jotayo?” (I like kimchi). Jungkook grinned, correcting gently, “Joahe.” His smile was disarming, but when you mispronounced “saranghae” (I love you) during a playful language lesson, his eyes darkened, and he stepped closer.
“Yeppeo,” he murmured—pretty—his gaze lingering on your sundress. You blushed, feeling the heat of his attention. “Thanks,” you said, then boldly touched his arm, testing the waters. His breath hitched, and he kissed you, hungry, hands sliding to your waist. You felt his arousal through his jeans, moaning softly.
He growled in Korean, hands under your dress. “Wait,” you panted, pulling back. “What did you say?”
Frustrated, he tried, “You… mine. Want to… fuck.” The bluntness burned, his accent making it filthier. You wanted him, but the language gap was maddening. “We need help,” you said, asserting control. “Someone to translate.”
Jungkook groaned, grabbing his phone.
“Namjoon,” he said. “He... help.”
Kim Namjoon arrived the next morning, all dimples and broad shoulders, a leather notebook in hand. His English was flawless, his voice deep, and when he shook your hand, his thumb lingered. “Jungkook says communication’s tough,” he said, settling on the couch. Jungkook sat beside you, thigh pressed to yours, hand possessive on your knee.
“It’s everything,” you admitted, cheeks warm. “Talking, living together… intimacy.” You glanced at Jungkook, who watched you intently. “I want to understand him. Especially in bed.”
Namjoon’s eyes twinkled. “In bed too?” Jungkook muttered, grip tightening. Namjoon chuckled. “He’s frustrated because he can’t tell you how much he wants you. He’s passionate but stuck.”
“Tell him I want him too,” you said softly, leaning into Jungkook. “But I need to know what he’s feeling.”
Namjoon translated, and Jungkook smirked, whispering in your ear. Namjoon said, “He says your body will understand his, even without words.” Your thighs clenched.
That evening, Namjoon stayed for dinner, translating Jungkook’s stories about his music producer job. You shared your photography passion, showing them a photo of Seoul’s neon streets. Namjoon’s praise—“You capture the city’s pulse”—felt intimate, and Jungkook’s hand tightened on your thigh.
Later, Jungkook pulled you onto his lap, kissing your neck. Namjoon watched, his gaze heavy. “Tell me,” you gasped as Jungkook’s hands roamed.
“He loves how you taste,” Namjoon said, voice husky. “Wants to mark you as his.” Jungkook’s teeth grazed your collarbone. You moaned, noticing Namjoon’s arousal through his jeans. His desire amplified yours, and Jungkook’s smirk suggested he noticed too.
The first bedroom translation was chaotic and searing, with you taking the lead to set the pace.
You straddled Jungkook on the bed, his shirt off, muscles flexing as you kissed down his chest. His Korean murmurs drove you wild, but you needed clarity. You guided his hands to your breasts, showing him what you wanted, your confidence growing. “Namjoon,” you panted, “what’s he saying?”
Namjoon sat by the bed, gripping the armrest, hand on his thigh. “He wants to worship you,” he said, voice strained. “Says your skin’s so soft, he’s losing his mind.”
Jungkook tugged your panties down, growling. Namjoon translated, “Your pussy’s so pretty, he could stare forever.” You whimpered as Jungkook’s fingers teased your clit, slow and deliberate. Namjoon’s breathing hitched, his hand slipping inside his pants, stroking himself.
“Tell him to taste me,” you said, bold. Namjoon translated, and Jungkook’s eyes flashed, his tongue flicking your clit. You moaned, guiding his head, reveling in control. Namjoon’s voice was rough: “He wants to ruin you, feel you come on his tongue.”
You came, vision blurring, Jungkook’s fingers curling inside you. Namjoon groaned, stroking faster, his sounds mingling with yours. Jungkook kissed you, lips slick. “Mine,” he said, then in Korean. Namjoon translated, “You’re his. Only his.”
But Namjoon’s hungry and disagreed gaze lingered, hinting at more.
Weeks blurred with sex and translation. Namjoon was there nightly, his presence electric. Jungkook fucked you possessively, leaving faint marks, while Namjoon’s voice wove through, translating every filthy word. Namjoon often touched himself watching, his arousal heightening yours, and Jungkook’s harder thrusts showed he also enjoyed the dynamic.
One afternoon, alone with Namjoon practicing Korean, tension shifted. Jungkook was at the studio. “Say ‘bogoshipo’,” Namjoon said. “I miss you.”
You said it, and his eyes softened. “Good. Soon you won’t need me.” His voice was wistful.
“I’ll always need you,” you teased, but his gaze sharpened, brushing hair behind your ear. “Don’t say that,” he murmured, thumb grazing your cheek. You froze, body responding.
The door opened. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, seeing Namjoon’s hand. He snapped in Korean. Namjoon replied calmly, but Jungkook pulled you to him. “Mine,” he said, kissing you hard. Namjoon translated, “You belong to him. I need to stop touching.”
“It’s not what you think,” you said, touching Jungkook’s chest. “I want you both… but we need to talk.” Your insistence on clarity showed your growing agency.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. Namjoon’s eyes were unreadable. Jungkook spoke, and Namjoon translated, “He wants me to translate tonight. And… touch you. But he’s scared.”
You reached for Jungkook’s hand. “I’m yours. Both of yours, if you want that.”
That night redefined boundaries, a wildfire of trust and desire.
Jungkook had you on your hands and knees, his cock buried deep in your pussy, each thrust deliberate, stretching you deliciously. His hands gripped your hips, leaving faint marks. He spoke in Korean, voice raw. You sobbed, overwhelmed, sheets fisted.
“Namjoon,” you gasped, “what’s he saying?”
Namjoon knelt in front, shirt unbuttoned, stroking his thick cock. “He wants to fuck you until you’re his forever,” he said, voice hoarse. “He’s jealous of how much you need me.”
Jungkook slowed, pulling you against his chest, hands cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples. “Touch her,” he said in English, accent heavy. You nodded, desperate. Namjoon’s fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles, the dual sensation dizzying.
Jungkook’s thrusts deepened, Namjoon’s fingers matched his rhythm. Jungkook growled, and Namjoon translated, “He wants to ruin you while I make you scream.”
You were close, trembling. Namjoon’s hand grazed your throat, thumb on your pulse. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, unprompted. “I’m falling for you.”
The confession pushed you over. You came, walls pulsing around Jungkook, screaming. Jungkook groaned, guiding you to the bed’s edge. “Take her,” he said to Namjoon, a challenge. “She’s ours.”
Namjoon hesitated, then kissed you softly, grabbing lube. Jungkook spread your thighs, still inside you. Namjoon’s fingers prepared you, sliding into your rim, stretching gently. “Relax,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder.
Jungkook thrust slowly, Namjoon entered your ass, the fullness intense but thrilling. They moved in tandem, Jungkook’s deep thrusts alternating with Namjoon’s careful ones. You sobbed, caught between them, every nerve alight. Namjoon’s hand returned to your clit, and Jungkook growled, “Ours.”
You came again, convulsing, their names echoing. Jungkook spilled inside you, then Namjoon, their releases hot. They held you, Jungkook’s arms tight, Namjoon’s hand in your hair.
“Saranghae,” Jungkook murmured. Namjoon translated, “We love you, in every language.”
Morning light filtered through the curtains. Jungkook kissed your forehead, Namjoon’s voice soft. “He’s sorry if he scared you,” Namjoon murmured. “But not sorry for sharing you.”
You laughed, content. “What now?”
They exchanged glances. Namjoon spoke, “We want you with us. Both of us.”
That evening, over soju and samgyeopsal, you discussed the triad. “I love you both,” you admitted, heart racing. “But I’m scared. What if I hurt one of you?”
Jungkook squeezed your hand. Namjoon translated, “He says we’ll fight, but we’ll fix it. You’re worth it.”
Namjoon added, “I was loyal to Jungkook, but I love you too. We’ll make it work.” His vulnerability—admitting his fear of overstepping—deepened your trust.
A month later, you signed a second marriage license, a private ceremony for three. Namjoon’s hand shook, but his smile was radiant. You exchanged simple bands, a silent vow.
Life with Jungkook and Namjoon was a vibrant dance of heat and tenderness, each moment weaving you closer. Your Korean had improved enough to catch Jungkook’s playful “Yeppeo” when you wore his oversized shirt, or Namjoon’s flirty “Bogoshipo” when you returned from a photography gig. The language barrier was no longer a wall but a bridge, crossed with laughter and lingering touches.
One humid evening, Seoul’s skyline glittering from a rooftop date, the air crackled with desire. Jungkook’s possessiveness flared when a stranger’s gaze lingered on you at the bar. He pulled you against the rooftop railing, his hands firm on your hips, lips grazing your ear. “Nae yeoja,” he growled—my girl—his cock hard through his jeans as he pressed into you. Namjoon stood close, his broad frame shielding you from view, his fingers brushing your arm, eyes dark with intent.
“Mine,” Jungkook said in English, then glanced at Namjoon, smirking. “Ours.” Namjoon’s lips curved, and he leaned in, whispering, “Let’s show her.”
Back at the apartment, the tension erupted in the cramped shower, steam fogging the glass walls, hot water cascading over your skin. Jungkook grabbed you up, your legs wrapping around his torso, his back pinned against the cool tiles, his inked chest glistening, droplets clinging to his tattoos. His fingers teased your folds, slow and deliberate, grazing your clit until you whimpered, nails digging into his biceps, leaving faint crescent marks. Then Namjoon stood behind, his taller frame pressed close, lips brushing your shoulder, his cock hard against your lower back.
“Fuck, Namjoon... Jungkook,” you gasped, head tipping back. Jungkook’s smirk was wicked, his fingers circling your clit. He murmured in Korean, voice low and guttural, vibrating against your throat as he kissed the sensitive skin there.
Namjoon’s hands joined Jungkook’s, one sliding to your breast, thumb flicking your nipple, the other gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “He says you’re so wet, he can feel you dripping for both of us,” Namjoon translated, voice rough with arousal. “That he wants to take you apart.”
You moaned, hips bucking, desperate for more. “I want you both,” you panted, bold, reaching back to graze Namjoon’s cock, then forward to stroke Jungkook’s through the water’s slickness. Their groans mingled, Jungkook’s possessive, Namjoon’s hungry.
Jungkook’s eyes flashed, and he nodded at Namjoon, a silent agreement. “Tell him I want to please you both,” you said, voice steady despite the heat. Namjoon translated, and Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his fingers slowing to let Namjoon take the lead.
Namjoon turned you gently, your back now against Jungkook’s chest, his hands steady on your hips. Namjoon’s lips claimed yours, his kiss deep and slow, tongue teasing yours as he lined himself up, his cock nudging your entrance. “Breathe,” he murmured, pushing in slowly, stretching you with a delicious burn. You gasped, clinging to his shoulders, Jungkook’s lips on your neck, sucking a faint mark.
“So tight,” Namjoon groaned, his thrusts careful but deep, filling you completely. Jungkook’s hands roamed, one pinching your nipple, the other sliding to your clit, rubbing tight circles in time with Namjoon’s rhythm. The dual sensation—Namjoon’s cock, Jungkook’s fingers—sent sparks through you, your moans echoing off the tiles.
“Switch,” Jungkook growled, his voice raw. Namjoon slowed, kissing you softly before pulling out, leaving you aching. Jungkook spun you to face him, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist, the water making your skin slick. He thrust into your pussy, hard and deep, his cock hitting that perfect spot. You cried out, nails scratching his back, Namjoon’s hands now on your ass, spreading you wider for Jungkook.
“Yeppeo,” Jungkook murmured something in korean, eyes locked on yours. Namjoon translated, his breath hot against your ear, “He says you’re so pretty, taking us like this.”
You wanted more, wanted them both. “Let me please you,” you said, bold, sinking to your knees despite the cramped space, water splashing around you. You took Jungkook’s cock in your mouth first, savoring his low groan, your tongue swirling around the tip. Namjoon’s hand tangled in your hair, guiding you gently as you switched, taking Namjoon’s thicker length, your lips stretching around him. His moan was deep, hips twitching as you sucked, Jungkook stroking himself beside you, eyes burning.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Namjoon panted, voice strained. Jungkook growled in Korean, and Namjoon translated, “He says he loves watching you take us both.” He continued. "And me too."
You alternated, pleasing them one by one, your hands stroking whoever wasn’t in your mouth, the water amplifying every sound—your moans, their groans, the wet slide of skin. Jungkook’s thighs tensed, his hand tightening in your hair as he came, his release hot on your tongue. You swallowed, then focused on Namjoon, sucking harder until he spilled, his cum mixing with the water, his fingers digging into your shoulder.
They pulled you up, laughter soft as they steadied you, the shower’s heat making you dizzy. Jungkook kissed you, tasting himself, while Namjoon’s lips found your temple, his touch gentle. “Saranghae,” Jungkook murmured, and Namjoon echoed, “We love you.”
They cleaned you up, Jungkook’s hands gentle with the soap, gliding over your skin with reverent care, his fingers tracing the marks he’d left, a soft smile breaking through his usual intensity. Namjoon’s teasing came as he rinsed your hair, his long fingers massaging your scalp, murmuring, “You’re glowing, you know,” his voice warm with affection. They took turns drying you, Jungkook wrapping you in a fluffy towel, patting your skin with deliberate tenderness, while Namjoon knelt to dry your legs, stealing playful kisses on your knees that made you giggle. Wrapped in towels, they guided you to bed, Jungkook tucking you against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your cheek, Namjoon sliding in behind, his arm draping over your waist, fingers interlacing with Jungkook’s. Their warmth chased away the night’s chill, their soft whispers of “saranghae” lulling you, already dreaming of the next time.
Winter blanketed Seoul, the apartment warm with coffee and cinnamon. You woke tangled in sheets, Jungkook’s arm heavy across your waist, Namjoon’s breath on your neck. The bed was chaos—pillows scattered, a sock on the headboard—but it was home.
Jungkook stirred, nuzzling you. “Joheun achim,” he mumbled—good morning. You smiled, understanding. Namjoon chuckled, adding something that Jungkook didn't even say. “He says you’re too pretty for 7 a.m.,” he teased.
“Liar,” you laughed, swatting Namjoon. He kissed your knuckles, eyes soft. Jungkook pulled you closer, grumbling, “Nae yeoja”—my girl—then tugged Namjoon into the pile. “Uri yeoja”—our girl.
You giggled, squished between them. “Ridiculous,” you said, heart swelling. Namjoon traced your hip. “But Yours,” he said, flirty. Jungkook nipped your earlobe, possessive. “And you are Ours.”
You made pancakes, Jungkook stealing batter, Namjoon sighing while reading book. When Jungkook pouted, you fed him a piece, syrup on his lips. “Naneun neoreul saranghae” you said, the word easy now.
They echoed it, and you knew this—messy, heated, tender—was forever. A year later, you planned a trip to Jeju, a photo series capturing their love. Seoul’s streets still judged, but in your shared bed, no translation was needed.
A/n: This wild idea sparked when I stumbled upon a post and I couldn’t shake the plot from my mind. Not sure if it landed perfectly, but I had a blast writing this shit! 😈🤪
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୨୧‧₊˚ Summary: After finding you out with another alpha, Hoseok struggles not to loose control.
୨୧ ‧₊˚ Word Count: 14.0k
୨୧ ‧₊˚ Tags: Drinking, vomiting, babying, hurt/comfort, drunk flirting, sexual undertones, yearning, d/s undertones, dom! Hoseok x sub! taehyung, dom! Yoongi x Sub! m/c, painplay, punishment and reward, face slapping, rough sex, cockstepping, cuming untouched, mentioned cockslapping, cockwarming, blowjobs, accidental voyeurism, exhibitionism, forced caretaking if you squint, feederism if you squint, mention of heats/ruts, scenting kink, possessive behavior, yandere but it's mild
୨୧ ‧₊˚ A/N: so you know how i said next part for the tae texting? i LIED this part came out of nowhere and when i looked up it was 14k. it's too juicy to restructure so you're just going to have to enjoy it even if the rest of the fic gets sloppy. okay so i'm thinking....10 parts total? idk i have written A TON for this fic.
First part ~ ‧₊˚ ~ Masterlist
Who you came with hardly matters, Hoseok decides as he looks down at you. Surveying you from the short hemline of your very, very sparkly dress to the delicate pins in your hair that keep it away from your face. The thin necklace around your throat that leaves most of it bare. It's not a collar.
Hoseok’s not too late then.
With every blink the glitter on your eyelids catches the light. It’s sort of everywhere. On your eyelashes, shimmering on your skin, and your collar bones. It's even in your hair. Hoseok blinks, trying not to be dazzled and failing masterfully.
Your lips twinkle as your mouth twists into a smile, “I’m glad you could join the party.”
Hoseok snorts, claiming the seat beside you, sliding closer in across the red leather booth, taking the champagne glass out of your hand in one smooth movement and tossing the contents onto the floor.
“No, you’re not. I’m going to ruin all the fun.”
Your eyes flicker from the mess on the floor, up to him. “Why?” You look oh so young and oh so vulnerable, sprawled there. One heel crossed over the other. Strappy, tall, and dark red, sparkling with some logo. Versace, or Dior, or whoever the fuck cares. Hoseok wonders if you bought them for yourself or if someone got them for you.
Hoseok crosses his legs too, leaning into your space, wary about being overheard. The velvet curtains of the booth dampen the sound of the music, but he still has to lean in close to your ear. Whoever took you here had good taste, but Hoseok sort of hates that he wants to know what song this is. “Because I have a strict no-sharing policy.”
Your eyes widen imperceptibly. You lean back against the cushion, tilting your body in his direction. Leaning in. It feels like validation of hoseok's worst impulses.
“With members of your pack you mean?”
“People outside of it.”
You scowl at him and try to reach for your empty glass in his hand, the movement sends you off kilter, and you wobble. Hoseok catches your shoulder. Fingers rounding over your warm skin. Expression turning surprised. You don't react to him touching you at all.
"Are you okay? You're like-"
“I’m too drunk to properly understand why you said what you just said.”
You start to tip to the side further, and Hoseok is forced to grab you by the waist, hand smoothing over the rough collection of sparkles. The boning, the restrictive corset at the back. It's so different from the usual comfy pants and large loose sweatshirts he sees you in. He didn't know you were so small underneath. Maybe it's just because hoseok spends so much time around alphas- but you look so dainty. Like a jewel in your sparkly dress. You feel hot under his touch, like you could be burning a fever. Maybe it’s just Hoseok’s imagination.
He tilts your chin up to make your eyes meet his. There’s a complete lack of clarity in your eyes, glossed over and glassy. Hoseok curses internally, the gravity of the situation settling like a shot of too strong whisky in his stomach.
How much had this alpha let you drink?
Hoseok shoves down his anger. His alpha is closer to the surface at the sweet scent of you in the air. Do you smell more heady than usual? Or is that too- just a figment of Hoseok’s imagination? His alpha fights to the surface. If people still shifted, Hoseok would have a hard time staying in his human skin.
“You’re coming with me. When and how is up to you. But you’re not leaving here alone or with anyone else.” You start to say something, but Hoseok leans in, forehead almost brushing yours. He’s probably already got glitter all over him. Hoseok wants to buy you every eyeshadow palette imaginable. Just to make sure you never have to go without it. On the booth, his hand closes over yours, squeezing your wrist gently. “Do you understand me?”
Hoseok retracts, and you sway in his absence. Hoseok settles back, waiting for you to come to him. You tilt your head at him, considering him down the end of your nose, you sit back, at your leisure, and the cockness in his smile falters.
“And what if I don’t want to go?” You look down at your phone, typing something out. Hoseok feels like you have his instincts backed into a corner.
“Then we might have a problem, because I’m not going to leave you until I know you’ve gotten home safe. And I’m assuming you don’t want me and this alpha to meet, otherwise you would have told me who this alpha is by now.”
“It’s a surprise.” You set your phone on the leather seat face down, grinning up at him.
“I hate surprises.”
Your foot nudges his knee. “And I hate how far away you’re sitting, but it looks like we both won’t get what we want.”
Hoseok’s phone dings in his pocket. He checks it reflexively. You lean your chin on your hand, red lips stretching into a drunk smile. The text is from you, of course, it’s from you. Hoseok doesn’t know why he’s surprised at all.
Her (11:14 PM): Play with me.
Hoseok is gripping his phone so hard it’s in danger of shattering in his hands. The metal flexing. He looks up at you, unimpressed. “You are the most confusing person I’ve ever met.”
You lean, slouching, nudging the outside of his thigh with your stilettoed foot again. Giggling wildly. Several alphas nearby turn, tails metaphorically wagging at the noise. Hoseok just grits his teeth and bears it. The red bottom of your shoe flashes.
“Confusing? Are you sure that’s the word you want to use for me? Not alluring? Or Tempting? How about appetizing?”
“You’re very dangerous for my psyche.” Hoseok says honestly.
“Dangerous.” You smile at him, a real smile this time, you say it slowly like you’re tasting the word on your tongue. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me dangerous before.”
"Sure. Dangerous. Are you satisfied?"
You sigh, bratty, "It will do for now."
Hoseok isn’t thinking clearly when he takes off his jacket, moving close to you quickly enough that he sees your eyes widen, but you stay put.
“Scoot forward.”
You obey him, albeit a little dizzily. You holding around his shoulders, ass balanced on the very edge of your seat so that he can put the jacket on you. Your knees almost touch his chest, where he’s half-kneeling on the floor. Your eyes flick up from his chest to his lips and then his eyes. Too quick to be an appreciative look. Hoseok is clenching his teeth so hard his jaw aches.
A brief inappropriate image of a breeding press passes the forefront of his mind, the idea of your legs trapped between his body and yours, no where for you to go, no way for you to be stolen or get away, presses down his psyche. Hoseok knows you're thinking of it too, can see it in your visible swallow.
“Why are you tying your jacket around me so tight?" The jacket is an expensive one, and the fake fur lining of it warm even for the season. Hoseok places it around your shoulders and it's like you're surrounded by him. swathed in the scent drippy warm mangos, but something headier. Even if you weren't drunk, you doubt you could stand with it wrapping around you like this. Some hidden sensitive instinct in you screams words you're not proud of. Words you won't indulge in now.
Nest, alpha gave you nest to wear, have to nest have to- right here would be fine, right? alpha's here- he'll watch after you if you want to nest in the booth. Should you nest right? Alpha gave you such a nice jacket for it- it would be rude not to? It's so furry and soft everywhere it touches your bare skin. You're showing alot of skin, but it's still not enough. Makes you shiver- makes you want to-
Hoseok pulls the waistband tight with one rough pull. You're thankful for it, it jogs you out of your reverie, and you squeak. You don't say anything just in case your omega decides to speak for you, as you often want to do when you're drunk and nesting.
Hoseok’s nose just brushes against your hairline. You do not look to the crowd gathered; you haven’t looked away from him, not even once. When you're safely bundled in his jacket, Hoseok sets his hands on either side of you in the booth, cornering you in.
Your hand touches the breast of the jacket, your touch appreciative, and Hoseok visibly watches you shudder.
Dangerous doesn't even being to cover it.
Hoseok is once again thankful for the club’s no phones policy. His hands grip the edge until the leather dimples under his touch, warm from your body heat. Hoseok spends a breath watching the lights strobe across your face.
“So that I can do this.”
His hands jerk forward to take you by the waist, remaining as chaste as he can as he grabs you. The touch is so brief you hardly have a chance to realize what he’s doing until the world spins on its axis and he stands, draping you over his shoulder with a press up of his arms. Hardly straining under your weight. Hoseok knows scientifically that all omegas are fairly light. But you feel so delicate. Like you’re hardly there at all.
The world spins, and it has nothing to do with the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed.
“Jung Hoseok! Put me down!” You really have to yell over the sound of the music. He can't resist smiling, the sudden heaviness of the moment passing. Carrying an omega feels so good. Hoseok can't describe the reaction his instincts have to it; it's not satisfaction or purpose or fulfillment. It's something headier, something darker.
“Not a chance.”
You’d be flashing the whole bar if you weren't covered in his jacket. Even now, your chest is nearly spilling out of the hemline. Several alphas eye Hoseok up and down as you pass, he bares his teeth at them and unleashes a barely perceptible rumble.
Most of them turn tail and shrink back, but a few have gazes that linger on you in his arms, that trail him from toe to head like they're gauging an opponent. And Hoseok can’t do anything other than take you out of here as quickly as possible.
The music thumps, the world bobs with his steps as he takes you out of the bar, and the glitter you’d put on your hair falls around you like a cascade of stars. Hobi carries you and you have to close your eyes to tamp down on the nausea rolling in your stomach.
You don’t open them again until the music disappears. The sound of a few cameras clicking, a flash of light. And Hoseok’s actually growls, the sound rippling threatening. The crowd scatters where it was pressed against his car, still parked there.
You feel your stomach swirl as he very, very carefully puts you in the front seat of the very nice and very low-to-the-ground sports car. You can’t even really see the interior, but you feel the leather, warm beneath your body. Is it heated?
“There you go, nice and easy.”
Your body is limp like a doll, hair fluffing over your face until he tucks it behind your ear. Hoseok peers down at you from outside the car, hand resting on the roof. Your ankle feels uncomfortable, he reaches down, and then it doesn’t as he gently puts them into the car.
His worried look morphs into one of outright concern. “You look a little green.”
“I don’t think you should pick me up again. At least not until I vomit.” He reaches around you for the seat belt, locking it with a click. “But for the record, I like being manhandled.”
“I’m sure you do.” Hoseok barks a laugh, closes the door, and moves around the car to the driver's seat. Only when the door is closed does he ask, “Do you think you’re actually going to vomit?”
You cringe, “Yeah, I always do. My stomach’s sensitive. It’s like an omega thing. Alcohol is really strong to-hic- us.” You try to cover your mouth, but you keep hiccupping. Hoseok would think it was cute if he weren’t so worried.
"It's okay, you just let me know, and I'll pull over." The car starts with a purr. "That sort of sucks, though."
"Yeah, I can't enjoy a fucking drink; everything has consequences for omega's." The car starts to move, and you look up, a little more clear-headed. “Where’s Taehyungie?”
Hoseok reaches around your headrest to back out, “Probably on his way home from hanging out with his friends, you can say hi in the morning."
Every few years, some politician brings up a law about banning omega-3s from being consumed with alcohol at all. And then inevitably, some asshole talks about also banning caffeine or painkillers, and the whole argument gets firmly caboshed. Hoseok has always been in the camp that ‘omegas’ should be allowed to do whatever they want, regardless of whether they have an alpha to supervise, so long as they're safe.'
But now he finds that he’s not sure what he believes.
Hoseok is a restrained driver only because he has to be. He pulls out slowly through the throng of people. Keeping his eyes on the road and not on you, slumped in his seat, looking sleepier by the second. A ticket on any of their licenses would cause a national scandal. But Hoseok does go a little bit faster, especially when you start to shiver.
He turns the heat up as high as it will go, and you curl up in his front seat, burying your face below the hemline of his jacket. At a stop sign, he fusses with the heating, pointing all of it at you. “You can fall asleep if you need to.”
That seems to be your trigger word because you suddenly seem to get a lot of energy. You start to rifle through his car, the center console, the glove compartment, an unending string of “What’s this? What’s that? Is that Namjoon’s?” Falling from your lips, each question that he answers patiently. Internally wondering if he’s the only alpha on the planet who’s ever felt thankful that they could babysit a drunk omega.
You look at him, pouting. And it takes a glance or two for him to finally sigh and ask, “What? What's wrong?”
“I feel like you’re never going to man handle me again because I said that and I’m like- totally mourning it.”
He laughs because he doesn’t know what to say. Caught off guard “You shouldn’t. I’ll just- I’ll-”
“See you’re like- never going to pick me up. You’re like really shy for a pack alpha.”
“I’m not shy, I’m controlled. There’s a difference.”
“Sureeee.” You drag out the syllable all long.
Hoseok’s teeth clench. He turns out onto the main road. There’s a reporter there. All they get is a picture of his car. Hoseok is infinitely thankful for blackout windows. “Why do you want me to pick you up so bad?”
“It’s an omega thing. Man handling. Makes us feel safe.”
“For the record, if you tell Jungkook that your feet will never touch the ground.”
“Do you think I should tell him?”
“I think you should tease him about it first. He likes to be teased.”
“Jimin teases him a lot; they also tease you.” You note an air of battiness to your tone. Hoseok wishes he didn’t love it.
Hoseok cannot keep his eyes away from looking at you. He’s glad you’re at a stoplight. It’s the only reason why he has enough control to tease you back. “You’re very pretty.” You blush, start to stammer, “See, I’m not shy.”
“You shouldn’t just say that to me, I’ll get ideas.”
“I thought we were stating facts?”
Your cheeks are cute pink splotches. “It’s just the glitter.”
“So, you did that on purpose, huh?” Hoseok doesn’t know where the sudden power to say what he wants, to flit back, comes from; maybe it’s just your scent soaking the interior of the car, drippy blackberry sweet and only barely tart, so warm and intoxicating that hoseok thinks he's going to go a little crazy for it. Hoseok's alpha is hovering skin deep.
“I like leaving my mark on the alpha’s I see, even if they won’t let me scent them because they don’t want their pack alpha’s to know they’ve seen me.”
Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow, but before Hoseok has a chance to ask what you mean, your smile falls and the flush drains from your face. You paw at the door, panicked.
Hoseok pulls off the side of the road as quick as he can. He narrowly manages to get around his car to open the door and unclick your seatbelt for you before you lean as far away from him as you can and empty your stomach onto the concrete.
Hoseok holds your hair back from your face. “It’s okay. Really. You’re gonna be okay.” He finds himself repeating. voice dropping into a soothing croon. Your body is so limp that he's practically holding up your head. By the time you're finished your whole body is trembling like a leaf and Hoseok just feels bad for you instead of feeling any disgust at all.
Hoseok actually is going to hunt down that alpha and give them a peice of his mind. You hold onto his hip to keep yourself from slipping out of the car and under your palm. His whole body burns.
It's so not the time for him to get turned on; he stands as far away from you as he can. But your thumb cups his hip, a scarce three inches from his fly. Hoseok is only human; he can only handle an omega touching him so many places before his body reacts.
“If you think you have alcohol poisoning, you need to tell me,” he says when you sit back up. Hoseok wonders if you’re a good judge of this. If he should let you make this decision on your own. He should call a manager and have them hook you up with a hydration bag. But that runs other risks. Hoseok isn’t worried about being scolded by the company (the pack is hard to scold when it's them who pay the bills). But he’s worried about you and your reputation. He's not going to tattle tale. He can look after you well enough on his own.
You shake your head, "Omega’s can’t get alcohol poisoning. My body won't let me digest that much alcohol. Don't worry."
He gets a bottle of water from the back of the car and a wet wipe from the center console. He wipes your mouth before he lets you sip, rubbing it across your top lip, then your bottom. You lean into the touch.
Thank god he'd gotten you away from whoever that alpha was. hoseok has never even heard of an alpha being this irresponsible. He’s half tempted to look through your phone and make you block them. Any alpha who would let an omega drink so much must not have had good intentions- and was clearly intending on getting you drunk for nefarious reasons. They clearly aren’t capable of taking proper care of any omega, let alone one as precious as you.
“Here, drink this for me. That's a good omega.” Hoseok’s hands have never been steadier. feeding you a small sip before you take it from him yourself and hold it, not drinking.
When he gets back into the driver's seat, you’re already looking a little better. Your eyes are still sort of hazy, but your face is less green. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so fucked up.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” It’s not okay. Hoseok’s alpha is pacing and barking, fighting to get out. And you can see it in his body language. The grit of his teeth and the tightness of his hands against the steering wheel.
And then, at the worst possible moment, his phone starts to buzz in the center console. And the distant music his car is still playing cuts out in place of a phone ring. Hoseok would ignore it if it were anyone but his pack. But Hoseok always picks up the phone for his packmates. He glances in his rearview mirror before he pulls away from the curb.
It’s Taehyung. Hoseok is used to his drunk calls for a ride, for FaceTime with the Wooga squad, or his other out-of-the-pack friends. Taehyung and Seokjin like to keep a big friend group outside of the pack. Namjoon has one or two art and design buddies, too. It’s hard not to feel a little bit territorial, but Hoseok regularly encourages his pack to get what they need.
Hoseok hadn’t needed to ask who he was meeting. There was no need to in the moment, and this call is not an abnormal check-in. Hoseok has had so much on his mind between moving, the comeback, and the start of the mini tour at the end of the month that one packmate escaping notice isn't really all that uncommon.
The call connects it to the car's built-in sound system before he pulls away from the curb. “Hyung,” Taehyung’s voice sounds distraught. Hoseok’s never heard him sound so close to tears. He's either about to cry or he's already been crying. Hoseok finds his voice dropping low, that comforting alpha chuff halfway between words and growl. A sound that tells his pack I’m here. I’ll handle it.
“Taehyung ah, tell me. Alpha will fix it.”
There are a lot of voices around Tae; it’s hard to hear him. “You have to promise me you won’t be angry.”
“I won’t be angry.”
Hoseok’s hearing gets better and better, honing in on Tae's words. You remain slumped in your seat, nearly nodding off against the window. Hoseok can’t help but smile fondly at you, tilting the heat in your direction.
The load of good it does him. All of Hoseok’s body goes cold with Taehyung’s next words.
“I invited y/n out with me tonight. I took her to this bar- and I went to get her a glass of water and now I can’t find her. Everyone’s saying she was literally kidnapped up by this crazy looking alpha in pj’s and- and- and-”
Hoseok breaks, and breaks hard. You jerk against your seatbelt. Mumbling something half asleep. Someone honks their horn at him. Suddenly, it all clicks into place. Your text. The mysterious ‘wrong alpha’ that you’d been texting. Hoseok mentioning that he doesn’t share, and your confused response. Your questions after Taehyungie when you'd been leaving.
Suddenly, all of that makes sense. Hoseok starts to feel even stupider than he already obviously is, which is an accomplishment. He should win the Grammy for ‘stupidest alpha on record’.
He puts his turn signal on and makes a probably illegal U-turn. “Stay where you are. Actually, go out the back door Tae.”
“But what about-”
Hoseok cuts him off. “Tae-ah, I have her.” You lean over the phone in the center console. Even though it's the car's speakers that are picking up Hobi's voice. Your sleepy slur is cute- if Hoseok wasn't still coming to terms with the situation, he'd probably find a reason to obsess over it.
“Taetae, I miss you. The cars so warm, and Alpha’s taking such good care of me, and I vomited like you said I would but it was so worth it cuz Hobi's making everything feel so nice.”
The line is silent for a second. Then, “Oh shit.”
Hoseok counts back from 7 in his head to keep his composure. “Yeah. Oh shit.”
Hoseok is not surprised to find Tae covered in glitter when he finds him at the back door of the club. Red shirt unbuttoned almost all the way to his waistband, red leather pants tight enough to show off his assets that Hoseok is only too familiar with. Cheeks tear-streaked and scent sour with leftover panic. The glitter is sort of everywhere, including his face. And Hoseok’s suspicion and anger climb higher and higher.
For what it’s worth, Taehyung seems to know better, and he instantly defaults into apology mode when he gets into the back seat. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry alpha I-” Hoseok silences him with a single look in his direction.
“There’s water. Drink it.”
“Taetae!” you cry happily. Smile dopy, you start again. And start to try and get into the back seat, stopped by the click of your seatbelt and hoseok's hand on your shoulder. “You- stay.”
Maybe two drunk pups are more than I can handle.
“Alpha, I didn’t mean-” Taehyung starts, but Hoseok quiets him with a single long loo.
“Buckle your seatbelt.” Hoseok stares Tae down in the rearview mirror. “We can talk when we get home.”
Tae nods. You giggle, and Hoseok closes his eyes and rests his forehead against the steering wheel before he turns the car around and drives both of you home.
~-~
When he opens the car door, you’re already reaching for him, almost tentatively. Like you think Hoseok won’t take your weight, he isn’t alive for this purpose solely. Cheeks pink and eyes half open. You're either almost asleep or black out drunk, Hoseok can’t tell the difference. “Carry me?”
Hoseok has never lifted a lighter weight, a weight that he wanted to carry more. His fingers slot against your spine, and he holds you to his chest. Your arms loop around his shoulders, completely loose and doing nothing to support your weight. “You’re so needy.” Hoseok sighs.
You’re quiet for a second. Face pressed against his skin. Hoseok should imprint the feeling of your nose against his scent gland, taking huffs of his scent to memory. “Is that a good thing?”
“Yes. It’s a good thing.”
Tae stumbles out of the car, trailing behind the two of you in a zig-zag path. The bare skin of his chest and the sparkles there, catching the light. Hoseok has the image of you unbuttoning his shirt, and his blood instantly starts to boil.
Hoseok makes eye contact with him in the reflection of the elevator door.
“When we get upstairs, you’re going to drink a whole bottle of water and kneel for me in the livingroom until I come for you.”
“Hoseokie-” Hoseok shakes his head, hand smoothing over the small of your back. One hand looped under your legs, the other around your waist. Hoseok resists the urge to press his face into the crown of your head. You don’t resist at all, sniffing at his shoulder. Whining when you find it sour.
“Don’t. I don’t have to tell you how badly you fucked up today Tae-ah.”
The hush that’s fallen over the pack's apartment is audible. Namjoon and Yoongi have doubtlessly worn themselves raw in the other room. But Seokjin is awake and in the kitchen. Brushing his teeth at the kitchen sink because from the sound of it- someone's showering.
His eyes go comically wide when Hoseok bursts through the door. Princess carrying you through it, mindful of your head and your shoes. Hoseok accidentally kicks a cardboard box, half full with kitchen supplies. It makes a clatter that doubtlessly wakes up half the pack.
If it didn’t, Taehyung knocking into the door face-first would do it.
“Ow!”
You wake up a little, lifting your head from where you’ve buried it in Hobi's chest. “Why’s it hiccup noisy?”
“Oh my fucking god-”
“Don’t even say it,” Hoseok says to Jin, walking to his bedroom with you before anyone gets in his way. Hoseok hears the others start to wake up. The shower cuts out. Yoongi is saying something to Namjoon in the other room. He internally wishes for the future, where the pack house will be large enough that the sounds of each other never disturb his pack again. Soon.
Seokjin follows both of you into his room. Hoseok’s room is already half packed, boxes piled up against the wall. He places you gently against his pillows without a second thought. “What’s she doing here? Why is she passed out? What’s going on?”
“Jinnie~” you turn your head, tone trailing off into a giggle. “Why are you sideways?” Hoseok can see it in real time- Jin realizing how fucked up you are.
“Taehyung went looking for a little trouble.” He slides your shoes off your feet. Undoing the buckle. You place your foot against his chest, giggling and pushing against his tummy. He catches you around your ankle. Thumb and forefinger closing around the joint.
“Your hands feel nice, alpha.” Hoseok rolls his eyes and swallows, mouth flooded with saliva. He places your foot gently back against the bed. sliding his open palm up your shin as Jin starts to take Hoseok's jacket off of you. Eyes flicking down to the glittery dress appreciatively. you whine, hands fisting in the material. But Jin just leans over you, chin brushing the top of your head to gently detangle your fingers from where they've fisted in the fur lining.
“Behave pup.” Your hands leave the coat, and Hoseok feels like something is slipping past him again, as he so often does in your presence.
“No. I don’t wanna.”
“Jesus.” Jin rubs a hand across his face.
Hoseok resists the urge to whine, “I know.”
“Am I a little trouble?” Your eyes are closed, but you can’t seem to stop laughing. The words halfway between one giggle and the other.
Hoseok doesn’t let his hands linger on you for too long. “You’re not in any trouble at all. Taehyungie on the other hand-”
From the other room, Tae shouts, still a little drunk. “I’m kneeling now! You don’t have to badmouth me!”
A shadow falls across your body, and your eyes open, staring into the doorway. Hoseok follows your line of sight. “Yoonie!”
Yoongi cuts through the darkness, hand on the small of Hoseok’s back, steadying. He looks rough, with hickey marks from Namjoon that the makeup Noonas will side eye in the morning, already darkening on his throat and down his collar bones. But his eyes are clear, his look quiet and supportive in a way that makes Hobi want to sag against him as he stands there, waiting to be ordered around.
“I need you to watch her for me. She drank a lot. Tell me if she vomits again.”
“Bleh~” you squeak, giggling again as you mock vomit. Apparently very endeared by your own goofiness. Hand fluttering in front of your face.
Jin catches it. Squeezing it once before he tries to feed you a glass of water, straw pressed to your lips. The corner of his eyes wrinkles affectionately with his smile. “At least you’re a cute drunk.”
“No, I’m not~” you mouth the straw, and something low in Hoseok’s belly twists.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m-”
Hoseok yanks you to the edge of the bed, and you squeak. Your cheeks go a little pinker. And they almost flinch at the sudden smell of slick coating the air. Hoseok is rougher than he means to be. Pulling a pair of his pajama pants up your legs. He holds his breath, doing his best not to touch you too much or to let his touch wander.
This is his worst nightmare. His worst idea of a good time. You misinterpret his touch, the way his fingers skim your waist. Tying the string of them tight. Knuckles brushing your stomach. You reach up and cup his cheek, palm sliding down his throat before anyone can tell you not to.
Hoseok can't really be blamed for the way his alpha reacts to such a blatant touch to his scent gland.
He can tell his scent is going crazy, he can tell he's being too rough, too dominant, acting too much like your alpha, and not just an alpha you know, taking care of you in a vulnerable position. Really- any alpha would rescue and omega in distress like this.
Hoseok takes both of your wrists and pins them to the bed.
“You’re a handsy little thing, aren’t you?” You squirm, trying to get closer to him, but Hoseok keeps you there. But you can’t move an inch, grinning up at him. His actions promote a fresh wave of giggles, and looking down at you, Hoseok realizes that you truly don't know the kind of danger you're in.
A warm palm presses to the small of Hoseok’s back. Yoongi. He doesn’t have to say anything. Doesn't have to tell him that he's on the line or just crossing it. Hoseok quickly gets control back over his alpha. Neither Jin nor Yoongi remarks upon Hoseok’s slip-up. He's sort of domming you- sort of letting his alpha meet your omega. Because acting instinctively with someone who isn't in the pack wouldn't be appropriate. He presses your wrists into the bed one final time and then lets you go. Leaving you there sprawled in his bed.
You clearly take this the wrong way, sniffling. You sit up when Hoseok leans back, like you can tell he’s about to leave.
Your lower lip starts to wobble, and Seokjin very clearly starts to look for something (probably a stuffed animal) to soothe your whining. Yoongi just sighs, and starts to gently take the pins from your hair. careful not to let them get tangled. As Seokjin hands Hoseok a big shirt of his to put over your dress, now bunched up around your waist.
“Sweetheart, why are you crying?”
Hoseok guides your arms through a big shirt of his and Yoongi pulls your hair free of the collar. He's gentler than Hobi, or maybe just less addled by your scent (seriously it's getting under Hoseok's skin in every way possible) he combs your hair back from your flushed face, before plucking a hair tie off his own wrist to tie it up. Sending a cascade of sparkles in his wake. Hoseok’s whole bed is going to be covered with them by the end of the night.
“Because I got all dolled up for Hoseokie and he doesn’t even like me.” Hoseok barks a laugh, grabbing your face by your chin.
He always finds himself wanting to do that. Something about grabbing your mouth, setting his fingers under your jaw where your scent is, as close to a scenting as he lets himself get. His fingertips rub over the ball of your joint, and Hoseok knows what he looks like- an alpha with his teeth bared, an omega just nearly in his grasp. It's only Yoongi's heavy look over his shoulder that keeps him from doing something really, really stupid.
“You’re drunk, and for the record, me liking you isn’t the problem.”
Hoseok sets you back against the bed. This time you stay put, arms over your head, sprawling. Clearly getting comfortable, like you have no intention of leaving- not that Hoseok would ever let you.
“Can I at least have a good night kiss?”
“No.” Seokjin covers his face with his hands. Yoongi sits on the edge of Hoseok's bed. Your hand is on Yoongi's thigh, not high up, but still there. Like you're telling him that if Hoseok has to leave, he'd better not.
“Just on the forehead?”
“Absolutely not.”
You whine and roll closer to Yoongi, looking over your shoulder to pout at him. Yoongi looks like he’s short-circuiting. Putting together just how drunk you are. “You’re not my favorite anymore,”
“And you are not sober enough for this conversation or to be asking for these things. Be good. Listen to Yoongi and Jinnie.”
You nod, and thankfully, Hoseok hopes you won’t remember any of this in the morning. He doubts you will. As Hoseok leaves the room, he hears Yoongi say something about taking off your makeup. It takes a second for him to steady himself. Hoseok stands there, eyes closed, gripping the doorframe hard enough that it creeks under his touch, before he enters through the archway into the living room.
Taehyung on his knees is a sight to see. Maybe because the alpha is very clearly gnashing his teeth against his instincts, teeth gritted, the same way he always is whenever he submits to Hoseok. His instincts and his desire to be a good pup are constantly at war with each other, and it's Hoseok's job to make sure the proper side wins out. Taehyung has always needed a rougher hand than the rest.
Jimin is sprawled in a nearby chair, creamy silk robe covering his near-nakedness. Hair wet, waiting, clearly fixated on his kneeling submissive. Ownership is not anything they take lightly, but Taehyung has always belonged to Jimin in a secret, special way. However, both of them belong to Hoseok too, both of them are his to torment and spoil in equal measure.
Jimin's clearly not intending to move for the duration of Taehyung’s punishment, and Hoseok would never ask him to leave. But his eyes keep flickering up to Hoseok's bedroom, and his attention is divided. He must know you're inside. Must not have come to see you for some reason.
All of the unknowns hover, the details just slightly out of reach. Hoseok's heart is hammering so fast, his hands are visibly shaky in a way they usually aren't. Something is wrong. He just can't figure it out quite yet.
Jimin taps his fingers against the arm of the chair impatiently, like Taehung’s lack of recalcitrance is wasting his time. He eyes Taehyung’s predicament like it’s hardly interesting. The generous swell between his thighs tempting, but only a distraction to the punishment obviously underway. Hardly worth remarking upon. Taehyung likes to submit to more than one packmate at a time. It helps him feel safe and looked after.
Hoseok pauses a step away from him. Just far enough to piss Taehyung off. He tries to shuffle closer, still in his undone shirt and leather pants, but his face is clean of makeup. Hoseok’s willing to bet it was Jimin who tended to him, listening just out of earshot. Taehyung sways, but comes no closer, but his false obedience won’t do him any good.
Hoseok grabs him by the hair with little preamble. Yanking as hard as he can. Taehyung keens and it’s music to Hoseok’s ears. His hands slide from where they were, kept obediently behind his back. For a second, he almost reaches out to touch Hoseok, and then clearly thinks better of it at the last second. The sound melts into a moan, his thick dark eyelashes fluttering. Hoseok holds him so that his neck is bent at an uncomfortable angle. Miles of skin around his throat bare for the taking.
With his other hand, Hoseok traces down a vein, all the way to Taehyung's Adam's apple. He feels the rumble of a growl underneath his fingertips and laughs.
“You don’t even have anything to say to me, do you pup? You know you’re in too much trouble for words.”
Tae is already breathing heavy when he looks up at Hobi through his lashes. And Hoseok’s touch goes gentler, petting through Tae's hair, grip tightening occasionally. Keeping Tae on edge.
"May I speak alpha?"
Hoseok lets the silence hover for a second. "You may.”
“I would like to say for the record, that I was getting her water when you found her. That I tried to get her not to drink so much. But she started texting you and then started downing shots. I know what you’ve said about letting omegas make their own choices for themselves, So I didn’t get in the way of that because of your rules.”
Hoseok boils, anger taken out of his reasoning but not out of his body. “That doesn’t change what happened.” Hoseok’s finger jabs in the direction of his bedroom. “She is in danger Tae. You didn’t see the way they were looking at her- you left her to the wolves. If anyone had gotten to her before me-” Hoseok swallows back his terror, rubbing a hand over his face. Jimin’s body turns, almost getting up and out of the chair. “Your intention doesn’t change anything. You didn't tell me who you were seeing either.”
Taehyung scoffs. "You never ask me who I'm going to see."
"She's different. You know that. This is dishonesty by omission. You know this is the kind of information you should tell me."
“You said you wouldn’t get mad.”
Hoseok closes his eyes. “This was bad Tae.”
Tae squirms. Hoseok’s alpha recognizes it for what it is: defiance. There’s a faint sheen of sweat on Tae's temple. Hoseok wants to lap at it.
“You’re doing one thing and saying another. I can’t be respectful of her choices and guide her at the same time. Make up your mind and we’ll follow suit.” Taehyung is still the picture of submission, but his words are anything but. He cocks his head up at Hoseok, and he’s asking for a knotting, really, with the way he smiles.
Hoseok won’t make it gentle because Taehyung doesn’t like gentle. Not when their instincts are like this; rabid dogs without a bone to chew on. “You know, I’d never have let her do any of if you just took what’s yours already.”
Hoseok goes completely still. It's eerie. In the chair, Jimin’s tapping against the armrest stops.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Yellow for slowdown. Red for stop. Green for go.”
“Can I slap you?”
Taehyung laughs at him, “you want me to say please?”
The slap cracks across Taehyung’s cheek, loud. He loses another moan, his cheek red, the surprise so delicious that Hoseok can smell how much Tae likes it in his scent. He’s already hard between his legs. It's obscene the way that Tae's big, useless cock strains the fabric; Hoseok almost thinks he can see it twitch.
Hoseok doesn’t let the touch stew for long before he’s stepping up close enough that his calf brushes against that hardness, a little too hard, it must hurt- but Tae loves the pain, sags closer to Hoseok, hands wrapping around his leg, panting through it.
“Alpha- alpha please-”
“Please what?”
“Please hurt me. I need it.” Taehyung’s tone is wet now; he doesn’t like making Hoseok angry. This is new and uncharted territory for the pack- courting an omega is something that none of them had expected to do any time soon. Not until you.
It's overwhelming in a good way most of the time. But on top of this, Between their straight-up career trajectory and the general maintenance that remaining relevant necessitates, it's no wonder that this- something Taehyung wanted but could be out of reach- pushed him over the edge.
Hoseok wants to believe that all he'd have had to do is ask Hoseok, pretty please, can I take your omega out for a night of dancing? But they both know Hoseok would never have agreed. You might be asleep in Hoseok's bed, you might wear his furs and his scent, but you're not the pack's omega. You're not Hoseok's omega, not yet.
It doesn't matter that you're clearly interested in them, the flirting. The banter. The pawing. You don't know what you're getting yourself into, you don't know what you'd be giving up, being theirs.
Hoseok can't think straight with your scent in the air, Sleeping. Hoseok can tell that you're near sleep in the other room. You smell so heady and sweet that it's making his brain go a little haywire. Conjuring up fantasies that Hoseok wants to indulge.
Deep down, Hoseok would want courting you to be perfect. Maybe with a trip abroad to show you just exactly the kind of lifestyle they could provide. Glitz and an appropriate amount of glamor. Hoseok is a gentleman and wouldn't take complete control over your life instantly. The boundary of your life and their life would get pushed little by little. Bit by bit, Kiss by kiss, and bite by bite.
First your schedule. Hoseok imagines it. How would he justify it if you told him that no- omegas don't need a steadying hand? Alpha wants you to eat this at exactly 3pm, not one bite more and not one bite less. would you turn on your location? I promise not to watch you too much- It's just incase something happens."
Then your apartment. you're so far away from us there, can one of us sleep over each night? Just to keep you safe. I'm not keeping an eye on you- I promise. I just get worried when you're not here.
Then, finally, you- all under his direction.
You're not sleeping enough, one more hour, sweetling. you can suck on alpha's neck if you need something to soothe you to go back to sleep. don't be shy about it pup- here you go. Ah ah ah- that's not for little omega's like you- let alpha do it. I know you said you wanted to go alone, but won't that make you overwhelmed? Alpha wants you to wear his scent. This will only take a second, just open wide for me. You're not wearing your collar; it's okay, i'm not mad. just when you're not at home.
I know it's a lot, I know you're overstimulated, but omegas are supposed to cum so much. It's healthy for you, you can handle it. I'd never do anything to hurt you. If you need to safeword, you can. Alpha won't be mad.
Hoseok would love nothing more than to take the weight of every little decision off your shoulders. Even the more intimate decisions.
He imagines the love, too, first kisses and first dates. Having you at the pack house all the time not just at work. Fuck- even the idea of commuting with you is sort of a fantasy. He imagines a collection of one-on-one outings, building up slowly from just kisses and makeouts to helping you through your heat.
Not this- anything but this. Anything but you vomiting on the side of the road and passing out in Hoseok's arms. You black out drunk, whining and reaching for an alpha to steady you.
Once again, Hoseok is thankful that he'd gotten to you before any other alpha had. Omegas aren't meant to be alone, on their own, without a pack like you are. And at least for tonight, you won't be.
hoseok knows how he wanted this to go. so does taehyung. and there's nothing he hates more than disappointing his pack alpha.
Tae has always liked things that hurt him. Wanting you, and yet fearing living up to your expectations is no different. Hoseok protects his pack from all hurts emotional or otherwise. Hoseok's pups so rarely seek out punishments like this. When Hoseok's got him on his knees like this, there is nothing in Hoseok's chest beyond the desire to give his pack what they need.
Maybe the idea of being the only one to court you was just too much for Taehyung. Hoseok imagines how it must have happened. He finds out later from Tae. How you'd messaged his private Instagram story the last time he went out. Asking what bar it was that played such good music.
Tae eagerly telling you the name and that you should go. Your confession that you didn't feel comfortable going out without an alpha escort, which had led to more confessions that you feel cooped up every weekend, as omegas often need to be careful. Tae volunteered to go with you to keep you safe.
Her (8:00pm): Are you sure Hoseokie won't mind?
TaeTae (8:07pm): He won't so long as it's you ;) I hang out with people outside the pack all the time. He's not like- our jailer.
TaeTae (8:07pm): I mean, granted, they're not as cute as you
TaeTae (8:07pm): So, he might get jealous
Her (8:16 pm): so long as he won't mind....
Her (8:16pm): I've never been to a club with a dress code. Can you help me pick what to wear?
TaeTae (8:17pm): better, how about I send you something?
Her (8:17pm): so long as you don't go overboard.
Then a picture a few days later. Boxes piled high in your doorway. Flowers too.
Her (9:25pm): I told you not to go overboard. There are so many, I still don't know what to pick.
Her (9:59): Can you help me choose alpha?
Hoseok laughs, mean. The tension in Tae's spine crumples just a little. He continues to shuffle forward. Begging for any touch, cruel or careful. His cock rubs up against Hoseok's shin. Once unintentional, twice is rutting.
The next slap makes Tae lose a dry sob,
"Green, thank you alpha, green."
“You think I’m going to touch your knot with how you’ve acted?” Taehyung wiggles against Hoseok’s hold, but not for long. Hoseok loses another slap, this time, Hoseok can feel Tae's cock twitch against where it’s pressed against his calf. Hoseok palms Tae blatantly. It's fun to see him prepare for another slap and not get it, to flinch and shutter when hoseok reaches past, where his shirt is open, palming him blatantly. Fingers brushing nipple on his way past.
“My little alpha, my little guard dog needs a bit more instruction.” Taehyung pushes into Hoseok’s touch. Face first into Hoseok's lap. nuzzling and whining like he really is a dog. He doesn't protest at being called that. They all know he's Hoseok’s perfect alpha. One of a set. Hoseok’s perfect pack.
“Tell me what you need,.
Taehyung’s eyes are luminous, on his knees, his pretty face tilted up to Hoseok; he is the picture of utter devotion. It's the last semi coherent sentence he says for the rest of the night. After it- he doesn't need his words because Hoseok is his voice, all the way down to his tongue and throat.
"Tell me what your instincts are saying to you, if you know mine so clearly. Go on- tell alpha.”
Taehyung licks his lips, cheek pressed flush to the matching bulge in Hoseok's pants. But Tae isn't looking at him or it, he's looking at Hoseok's bedroom door, wide open. The darkness sweet and tempting.
“To sink my teeth in and never let go.”
~-~
You come out only once through the night.
You hover at the door, shaky, wobbling so bad that Yoongi lingers behind and holds out his hands in case you fall. Hoseok’s clothes look so big on you, the pants so long that you’re in danger of tripping if you take another step. Jimin stirs from the opposite chair. Their late-night conversation- about the weather, about a photoshoot, about a possible collaboration track that inevitably falls through in a few short weeks- falls silent.
They do everything but talk about Taehyung, still clothed but reasonably debauched. Shirt pushed down to his elbows, pants unbuttoned and unzipped all the way. His popped knot out and pressed hot between the floor, the zipper of his pants, and the sole of Hoseok’s foot.
The two of them pay Taehyung no mind, not even when Tae garbles around the cock in his mouth, tongue pressed to the hot furl of Hoseok’s knot. Not even when he whines as Hoseok nudges the head of his cock against the back of his throat. Almost forcing his knot passed Tae's lips. The threat of a mouth knotting is there.
Hoseok looks over the back of the couch at you. His hand goes between his thighs, tugging Taehyung’s head closer to the base of his cock to keep him there and keep him from pulling off in the panic of being seen.
He’s been doing so well, warming Hoseok’s cock for the better part of the last hour with hardly a complaint. He's hardly pushed off for breath or wiped the spit from his chin, dripping into a small puddle on the floor, joining the mess of Taehyung's latest orgasm. Taehyung’s throat is so well-trained that he doesn’t even gag anymore.
Tae's hands grip the fabric of Hoseok’s pants hard. His eyes are watery, going cross-eyed with how he has to look at Hobi. Hoseok pays him little mind. He’s started to sag against Hoseok’s leg for support, his body too tired to stay up. You can’t see Tae from your angle. But Tae panics regardless.
Between his legs, his swollen and red cock bobs, getting wet again at the tip. Hoseok drives his heel into the head of it, bare foot arching against it when Tae dares to rut forward. Hoseok yanks his hair in warning.
Your eyes are clearer than before, but you still sway in the doorway. Biting your lower lip. “Alpha won’t me mad.” Yoongi croons from behind you. Rubbing at your spine, keeping you from shrinking back and hiding.
Hoseok watches you. Petting through Tae's hair. taehyung hardly reacts to it.
Taehyung hasn’t really been here since Hoseok made him cum from a bit of cock slapping (Taehyung’s preferred punishment). It took a lot out of both of them, but now Hoseok’s instincts have quieted to a slow hum in his head. Taehyung's eyes go cross-eyed as Hoseok’s cock hits the back of his throat again. Letting out a quiet choke. Keeping the pack alpha’s cum safe in his tummy.
You take another step forward, and your eyes flicker down, widening just a little. You can see Taehyung. Taehyung can see you. Hoseok watches, waits to see what you’ll do. When you’ve been silent for maybe ten seconds. Hoseok finally asks. “Yes, Omega?”
Your cheeks flush, and you look away from Tae and up to Hoseok. “I threw up again. I want cake to make me feel better.”
Hoseok barks a laugh, and it breaks into a sigh as he pets gently through Tae’s hair. Hoseok watches your eyes flicker down to his head. Then back up to Hoseok’s face again. Behind you, Seokjin hangs up your sparkly red dress. You must be bare under his clothes. Suddenly, the idea of nothing between your body and his scent, you and his touch, is all-consuming.
Hoseok can tell that his scent is growing headier by the moment. Taehyung takes his cock just a little bit deeper just to get his nose pressed against Hoseok’s happy trail, sniffing eagerly.
“You can have a bit of rice and vegetables. But nothing too spicy or sweet for your stomach.”
Your hands fist in the hem of his sleepshirt, like you need something to hold onto to steady yourself. “But- but-” Hoseok understands why alphas often deny their omega's requests because it's so cute. You begging. Hoseok wants to see more of it.
Yoongi’s hand wraps around your stomach, nuzzling into the nape of your neck. The touch makes you shiver audibly. Jimin’s smile is catlike as he watches you and Taehyungie and says nothing. All of them know how much they both like it. Yoongi and Tae have different needs. Taehyung likes being watched and ignored during scenes like this. To be toyed with and taken carefully apart and put back togeather later
But Yoongi's preferences are much more subtle.
Yoongi likes to control everything that comes into his lovers' bodies. a cock, food, water. it doesn't matter. But most of the time What they eat and how they eat it is an easy outlet for him.
It's not quite federism, because it's not really about the food itself exactly, but it is about the control. It pleases Yoongi's instincts that he gets to decide something so basic for the rest of the pack. Of course, it's up to the alphas how much you'll eat. Of course something like that- can't be left up to a little omega like yourself. It's only natural that they would take that burden off your plate. You might ask for things, might say what you want, but in the end, everything is up to them.
Should be up to them. Hoseok corrects his inner monologue, his alpha whispering in his ear, begging Hoseok to just take and take and take.
Yoongi rubs a careful circle over your hip and stomach. Like he can already feel his good intentions inside of you, keeping you warm, healthy, and safe.
You don't spy the glint in Yoongi's eye as he presses close to you on his way past and promises. “I’ll make it yummy for you. I promise you'll enjoy it. I'm a really really good cook.”
You resist only a little more, face downturned, Yoongi’s fingers roll once against your stomach and then again before he leaves you there- it's not for long, Seokjin takes his place, gently detangling your hands and leading you back to the room with both wrists held. You really do look overly small standing there. You look too tired to fight, like it’s been worn out of you.
Hoseok looks at you and feels hungry for something else entirely. You glance up at him, and Hoseok guides Taehyung's head into a slow bob. fucking his cock in and out of Tae's throat but not his mouth. The squeeze of Taehyung's breath is warm and wet and heavenly even as he chokes.
“So long as it’s yummy…” You let Seokjin gently pull you back into the room and back to bed. Murmuring softly about how good of a pup you are for listening, how obedient.
Between Hoseok’s legs, Taehyung makes a noise, eyes rolling back in his skull. Joseok lets go of his head on instinct. When Hoseok picks up his foot, he finds that Tae has come again, adding to the mess on the floor in thick ropes of white.
~-~
After Taehyung is whisked away into a bedroom for some much-needed sleep and aftercare, wobbly and spacing out under Jimin’s patient touch. Hoseok is finally allowed to return to where he’s needed most.
Hoseok isn’t worried about him at all. Today is forgiven after a punishment, and Tae rarely ever feels any guilt at all after a punishment has been completed; he’s not like Jungkookie or Namjoon, whose brains cling to shame even in the aftermath of a scene. Jimin honestly enjoys aftercare more than regular sex sometimes, something about beta instincts that Hoseok doesn’t understand and yet indulges. He's happy to allow Jimin that tonight.
Seokjin is already sitting in the corner of the room, mouth pressed against the back of his hand as he watches you sleep in the darkness. He makes a soft noise when Hoseok comes to the door. Titling his face up for a kiss. “I’ll watch her. Go to sleep.”
Seokjin’s eyes flicker from Hoseok’s face to his body, almost trembling. Hoseok knows he’s gauging how close his alpha is to taking control. His slip-up earlier was not forgotten. Hoseok hates that he’s wondering if it's safe to leave Hoseok with you.
Hoseok’s alpha is too close to the surface tonight, if you wake up and try to brat out like earlier- Hoseok could lose control. But you being asleep in his bed is fairly pleasing to his instincts. A sleeping omega is exactly what Hoseok’s alpha needs. Someone to guard. Someone to watch until the hammer of his pulse quiets down.
Seokjin says nothing as he gets up. They swap places, and when Seokjin gets to the doorway, he glances back, but Hoseok is already fixated on your sleeping form. Chest rising softly. The spill of your hair over his sheets, the tantalizing temptation that is your open hand, palm up against the sky.
“I’ll be in the kitchen with Yoongi hyung. I think you should leave the door open. Okay?”
"Okay." Hoseok parrots quietly. Hardly blinking. Gaze fixated on you.
Hoseok has never been offered the pleasure of watching an omega sleep in a bed. A nest is different, a nest is special in a way that a bed isn’t. That's where you're most vulnerable, but here. You look so peaceful. So unaware.
You look so small in his clothes. Curled on top of the covers. A thick duvet pushed down to your knees. Your arm under one pillow, cuddling into it.
Omegas move around a lot in sleep.
Hoseok has never seen it in person (these kinds of searches are reserved for pups barely past presentation age, instincts still grating enough to look up nesthub on the internet). You’re not a stationary sleeper. Most omegas sleep nest around their heats, but you must do it all the time. It’s natural how easily the bed parts around your body, the fabric moving to cradle you, a nest made almost instinctually.
Your knees push the blankets apart, your arms tangle with what’s in front of you, face brushing the sheets in a nuzzle, belly down in Hoseok’s bed, making it a nest. The pillow is quickly rejected after a few minutes. Unsatisfied. You let out a sleepy sound, and Hoseok is sure you're completely asleep- just sleep nesting- as you continue searching for something.
You let out a needy whimper, lower lip wobbling in sleep, unsettled, body trembling.
Hoseok lifts himself from your bedside, desperately trying to find some way to soothe you. The way you nose, forehead and face rub against his blankets. Increasingly roughly. Needy, desperate nose-first nuzzling in his sheets, looking for something specific, something you need.
Hoseok's jacket is hanging on the door of his closet. Hoseok couldn't tell you why he takes it. Why he know that's what you're looking for. Even though you wore it outside, he knows you won't settle until you have it close. He's guided by nothing but instinct as he places it over your body. You melt underneath it. Lips parting where they smack in a sleepy sigh.
Hoseok watches mesmerized as you slowly roll in it, getting it under your body, transforming it into the base of your nest.
Your body goes boneless when it's finally right, fingers tangling in the soft furry interior, clutching it like you’re worried someone will take it from you. Whatever sourness to your scent immediately dissipates. You rub your face into it and promptly go back to sleep. Hoseok sits back in the chair for the rest of the night. One leg crossed over the other, face balanced on one hand.
He doesn’t even fucking blink.
~-~
When Hoseok wakes in the morning, you’re already gone.
You slipped out the door sometime after he fell asleep and before sunrise. There’s no text on his phone. No handwritten note in the kitchen. Even though he texts you the second he wakes to make sure you got home alright, it goes unanswered. He paces the length of the apartment. Searching every bedroom for you until it's clear you're not here, you're just gone.
You've left them without a word.
Hoseok can’t go into his bedroom without being inundated by you, your scent soaking the whole space, and fuck, it’s terrible that they’re literally moving in the next few days; Hoseok’s bedroom has already been packed away, mostly dismantled. Otherwise, he might be tempted to make it into something of a shrine.
Your dress is still hanging on the back of the door. Hoseok won't pretend he doesn’t press his face into it and scent it. The clothes you wore to bed and his jacket are suspiciously missing. Hoseok guesses you used it to cover up on your way out. He doesn’t text you about it at all. But everyone else does. Taehyung even apologizes, but You don’t respond to any of them.
Hoseok messages you himself.
Alpha (7:00 AM): At least tell me you got back safe
Alpha (7:00 AM): And didn’t like- pass out at home.
Alpha (7:00 AM): I’m trying to be a gentleman about it, but I’m sort of going crazy here.
You finally text him back that evening. Hoseok guesses you probably slept off your hangover, and that’s why you were so slow to respond.
Her (5:21 PM): You’re a big baby, aren’t you?
Alpha (5:21 PM): A bigger baby than Jungkookie.
Alpha (5:21 PM): Are you alright?
Her (5:23 PM): Yeah...
Her (5:23 PM): I mean, I might never sleep off the shame, but I’ll be fine so long as you don’t hate me.
Alpha (5:23 PM): You don’t have to be embarrassed. Not for that. Not with me.
Alpha (5:23 PM): I could never hate you.
But instead of any more teasing, the message stays left unread. Hoseok never gets another message back. That night, before he goes to sleep, continuing to pack up the pack’s apartment, Hoseok lingers over the glass that you left on his bedside table, the mess of his bed, the divot where you lay just last night, he touches the spot where you slept, fingers imagining the curve of your body, the bed long gone cold.
He touches the straw where your lips touched, sighs, and closes his eyes. Lingering for just another moment before he throws it away.
~-~
You don’t come back to work for the next three weeks. Well, two weeks and 3 days technically. It’s not like Hoseok’s counting.
It's long enough that everyone is on edge by the time you return. Any pictures taken of you and Taehyungie at the club, or you and Hoseok leaving, are quietly bought, paid for, and buried. They never even hit the media with how quickly Hoseok tamps down on them. Your privacy and reputation remain intact for now.
You have the option for long-term medical leave as a part of your contract, but that still doesn’t make it any easier. But when you do come back, you act like nothing’s wrong, falling back into place as if nothing happened. And the pack can’t help but act normal out of pure worry that bringing it up would push you away.
They don’t bring up the drinking or what you saw. They don’t bring up any of it again, not for a long, long time.
Heats have the habit of hitting at the most inopportune times.
You’d barely made it home before you were leaking slick down your thighs, staining Hoseok’s pj’s and his jacket, messing them, ruining them beyond repair.
Heats always leave you feeling unmoored, days of dizziness and half-there feelings. Phantom alphas and phantom hands that touch your jaw, cup your cheek, hold your ankles, and press your wrists to the bed. Memories that tangle with reality and leave nothing more than fire in their wake. You can’t keep track of the hours or minutes, if you’ve eaten or slept enough. You’re hardly even sure of whether you’ve cum or not- if it’s your hands or the hands of an alpha between your legs or not.
But with this heat, there was one constant. The jacket beneath your cheek, smelling like mangos and home, protection, and safety. You’d bitten and sucked at it, used it as a gag to tamp down on your whines as waves of scalding pleasure rock through your body in unending waves. Nuzzling into it for comfort, held tight when you needed something to hold onto. You even babbled to it during the worst part of your heat fever. Endless strings of meaningless pleas for an alpha who couldn't hear them. An alpha who isn't there.
Why aren't your alphas here? Why isn't your pack here? Your omega doesn't understand it- why they've left you- why they've abandoned you so. The feeling of it scalds, loneliness and neglect claw at your chest. Makes you whine and cry and bury your face in the jacket in front of you.
You’d bitten it so hard you’d left little holes at the collar, right where it’s pressed up against Hoseok’s throat and scent gland. The rest of the jacket was too slick soaked and stained to ever dream of returning it to Hobi. You’ve hardly been able to meet his eyes since you came back. The others are a little bit easier to be around- to act like nothing’s wrong and nothing’s changed. Even though- maybe everything has.
A few times during your heat, you were lucid enough to check your phone.
Taetae (10:51 PM): I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. You should know I don’t regret going out with you. You don’t have to be scared.
Jkie (4:21 am): I miss you. When does your leave end? Things aren’t the same without you here. Don’t tell him I told you, but Hoseokie tripped because he kept looking at your empty nest during practice today. He’s like- so missing you too.
Minnie: (6:01 am): They just told me you’re not here again today. If you want space, all you have to do is ask for it. It makes me crazy when you won’t respond to me.
Jinnie oppa (10:33 PM): Are you alright? They said you’re taking medical leave. Are you at your apartment? Are you sick? I can drop off soup. Or stuffed animals for your nest. Even if it’s quick. I’m not asking for a scenting. You don’t have to worry about us; just get better.
Rmmmmmmm (1:15 am): If we did something to offend you, please just know we didn’t mean it. Can I call you? Is that alright? We don't even have to talk about anything that happened.
Yoonie (5:20 PM) You left glitter all over the apartment- we almost don’t want to leave cuz it reminds us of you. You can tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it.
You know alphas can be overbearing. But come on- it’s only been… 10 days.
There’s only one text from Hoseok. One in addition to the one he already left. Several days ago. Your fingers are too slick, coated, and trembling so violently that you can't type out a coherent reply.
Alpha (8:00pm): I’m sorry. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you.
Alpha (8:00pm): I’ll tell them to leave you alone.
The texts stop after that. It's radio silence. But if only he knew that alone was the last thing you want.
~-~
You do end up going back to work. Hybe is generally generous with your leave, but you know that two and a half weeks is testing the limits.
The pack acts like nothing’s changed, like you’ve only been gone for a few days (and not so long that they'd practically been at each other's throats for the littlest of things, more snapish, less patient, more disjointed than they ever are.)
They don’t say anything about the night you got drunk out with Taehyungie. You still don’t remember most of it.
You remember the inside of Hoseok’s car, how warm you felt. You remember him laughing at you and telling you you weren’t in trouble, but also feeling like you sort of were. You don’t know what you said when you were drunk- but it had to have been bad. You know you have a tendency to be a little bratty when you're drunk. It's embarrassing. That’s what you are.
You think you remember something else. But surely that part was just the beginning of your heat dreams.
Your body is so sore from your heat this time. You have to move slowly or else you get dizzy. It always leaves you aching in weird spots and nesting longer than usual. This time it's your lower back, your shoulders, and your neck- full of pinched nerves that you just can’t massage out on your own. Post-heat comes with a bone-deep exhaustion that you’ve come to associate with just being you.
Any other heat, and you would have suppressed it with medication, but this one came on so quickly, you didn't have the chance to get your proper dosage. Usually, you have days to prepare, not just an hour's notice. You usually do suppress your heat- even slightly- just to dull the symptoms and make it manageable. You've ended up in the hospital for dehydration before. The day after it ends, you do end up going to the hospital for a check-in. You'd texted your doctor that morning, and they'd fast-tracked you for an emergency appointment.
A bag of saline and nutrients later, and some gentle prying on whether or not you've found a pack yet to make these easier on you, and you'd been right as rain. Your doctor gently requested that you be admitted for a few days for observation as a 'more delicate than typical' omega- but you'd politely refused. There's still a risk of you catching a cold or some other nasty sickness, but you can handle that when it comes. This heat hadn't been that bad.
You don't have to think too far as to why.
You throw Hoseok's expensive coat, completely absent of his scent, in the washing machine, set it to sterilize, and wait. You shove it in the back of your closet when it's dry and handle the rest of your apartment. You don't like having other people come in and clean after your Heats, even though it takes you twice as long as usual, you're so tired that you crawl into your nest, mostly unmade, and just sleep right there with the lights still on.
In the middle of the night, after tossing and turning for a few hours. You take the jacket out later and put it in your nest. The fur lining is a little less soft than it was when hoseok gave it to you, and it doesn't smell like either of you anymore, but you still cling to it helplessly.
Being at work and around the alpha’s helps, but it also makes you so sleepy and zoned out. It's not the comfort of your routine- it's just them.
In Yoongi's studio and Hoseok’s practice room, your mind goes hazy. The quiet lull of their voices calms that baser part of you. Having lunch with Tae, Jungkook, and Seokjinie, their shoulders brushing yours, close enough to touch. finally. You almost fall asleep right there at the table. Had listened to Jin's quiet chuckle as he holds your hand in one of his, playing with your sleeve, the listless rub of his thumb going still when he sees the bruise on the back of your hand from your IV.
After your body spent a week wanting and being denied the safety of a familiar scent, being around them feels like pure relief. Like a drug almost.
It's almost silly that it’s you who gets paid for this.
Being surrounded by the pack’s scents is oh so comforting. Like, for the first time, that instinctual part in your head finally shuts off. You hardly last a few minutes of active scenting with any of them; not Yoongi on Monday (hands shaking when he reaches for you- obviously showing signs of scenting withdrawal).
Taehyung on Tuesday (hardly able to meet your eyes through all of it) and Namjoon (jaw suspiciously tense, as if he wanted to ask about something but couldn’t).
Jungkook on Wednesday (holding onto you a little tighter than usual, who had begged for a few more minutes, which you’d easily given it. After which he'd followed you from room to room, meeting to meeting, like a lost puppy).
Or Seokjin (who had hardly wanted you to scent him at all, had just wanted to stuff you full of food and medication, feeling your forehead with an ‘aigoo, you’re still warm’)
During a meeting earlier, you finally saw Hoseok; he’d entered the meeting room, offered you nothing but a grimace and tip of his head in your direction, and kept on as if you weren't even there. It’s just how you used to be around each other, measured. Mostly quiet. Not saying anything or indicating any feelings of an overly familiar nature.
You don’t know why it left you feeling disappointed.
And then finally at the end of the day, it’s Jimin’s turn.
You fall asleep ten minutes in with him petting your hair. Soothed by the sound of his quiet humming, not really singing. There are no more awkward looks between all of you; all of the uncomfortableness has worn away after the first two days. But when you wake an hour later, he’s not singing anymore.
He’s just talking. You can’t help the way your body stiffens, but you hope he doesn’t know that you’re awake.
“I love being around you so much. I've been trying to find a reason for it- biology- the fact that you fit in with the pack so well- Whatever it is, I don't think you can help it. Sometimes it feels like everyone wants everything from us, but you just give and give and give like it's nothing when it's really everything to me."
This recording room is quiet, and the walls are close. It feels more like a closet, honestly, but here there’s no worry of being overheard or interrupted. It feels intimate in the way that the practice room often doesn’t. It’s just you and Jimin here. His lychee scent is sweet and fruity, but with an old note of sourness too.
Oh, Jimin had missed you, hadn’t he?
Somehow, you’ve never felt safer with the beta curling against your spine, spooning you, curled up to fit in the nest. You tucked to the side, away from the door. Even if someone came in, you doubt they’d be able to see you.
Jimin speaks the words so softly against your spine you almost think you’re imagining it. You know how Jimin is, that he's deceptively cautious around new people.
“I didn’t expect to like you so much when we first met. Maybe it’s just because I’m a beta and betas aren’t supposed to need scenting, but I can't ignore it anymore. I'm sorry."
You do not stir, you hardly move. Hardly breath. You feel it, him rubbing his mouth against the crown of your head, kind of a kiss. Kind of a nuzzle.
Jimin confesses softly. He's sort of rambling, repeating himself. “I hate it when you're gone, nothing felt right while you were away. I think I'm only scared because I didn’t expect to need you this much…To want you so much. I’m sensitive. I think it made me realize you’ll hurt me if you leave. I'd give you everything you want- and I think you could break my heart if you really wanted to- So please don't want to. I need you to promise me you’re not going to disappear again.”
And then even softer, he says, “I know you’re awake.”
Your breath does not come out as easily as you want. You struggle not to immediately hide when Jimin pulls away. He’s staring down at you, curled deep in the nest, his body bent over you. You’re absolutely cornered, the air warm and balmy from your nesting.
Jimin’s eyes are dark when you look up at him, aware that your shirt is rucked up. You think you remember him pressing his palms flat against the bare skin of your tummy. One of his hands is right by your waist, the hot skin of his wrist brushing your navel, making your breath hitch. You're aware of every inch of him that's touching you, the curl of his chest along your spine, the faint trail of his nose up your ear. The way his other hand is sort of cupping your head.
After a second, you open your eyes, already glassy, already filling with tears. Your voice sounds rough, “I didn’t know. I didn’t know that Hoseok had no idea Tae and I where going out. I thought Tae would have told him- I thought- I didn't mean to fuck it up so bad. But now Hobi hates me."
"Hey, hey hey, that's not what I meant-" Jimin's hand cradles the back of your skull, and the tears roll hot down your cheeks. You've sort of felt like you needed to cry since the end of your heat. It's cathartic. Jimin watches you, alarmed. "Why do you think Hobi hates you?"
"He wasn't in his bed with me when I woke up. I got Tae in trouble, he's mad at me because I made tae disobey, and- I thought he would have…" you trail off, and you feel like your reason is flimsy, but you can't shake the feeling that something's wrong. Something's off.
Jimin leans over your body, pressing his cheek against yours. Your eyes close, but the tears keep coming. You go still at the wet feeling of it. A tongue, his tongue- brushing your cheek. You stay put while he grooms you. tongue flicking out so gently you're almost convinced you're imagining it, cleaning you of your sadness. Your lower lip wobbles, and he doesn’t say anything at all until those tears have banished themselves to his tongue.
He doesn’t speak until he pulls away. Lips wet. “Tae likes to ask for forgiveness, not permission. He didn't think you'd react that way to seeing him get punished. He feels so guilty about it that he can't even let us kiss him. Hoseok keeps telling him it's not his fault, but his instincts just won't listen." Jimin grimaces. "It didn't help that you went silent."
The hair on the back of your arms is standing on end. So you weren't imagining that- that actually happened, you actually saw. You groan into your hands. Jimin's hands dig into your waist.
"I can scent you- you know, you don't have to freak out. It's normal. Tae's hot- if there's anyone who gets it- its me."
"I'm not freaking out because of Tae- I'm freaking out because it sent me into heat you dummy."
Jimin's petting goes still. And you peek through your hands. Is his smile devilish? "Oh-" you see it dawn on him. settling over him like a chill. His smile falling, "you went through it alone? By yourself? Without anyone?" You nod, and Jimin breathes in through his teeth. "Okay, before you tell anyone. I need you to promise me that you're never going to go through one alone again."
"Jimin I-"
"It is medically unsafe for an omega to go through a heat without an alpha or beta. You won't convince me otherwise so don't even try and argue."
"Minnie, I'm fine, I go through them every time on my own, and I have barely any incidents." Jimin grits his teeth. Lifts up the back of your hand to show you the bruise from your IV.
"Barely any is not none." his lower lip pinches into a frown. "I'd say you can spend it with anyone, so long as you're not alone, but we both know how that would go."
You laugh bitterly, "Hoseok would fucking freak."
"He'd be murderous. But I think you not talking to him would be the worst part of it"
You cover your face with your hands again and groan, "It's not that I didn't want to respond, I just couldn't." Jimin tries to get your hands away from your face and this time you let him. "I'm not freaking out- it's just a lot for me to process." Jimin continues to pet over your cheeks, down the side of your face.
“I'm still looking for a promise from you.”
Jimin’s hands thread through the nape of your neck, pulling your hair a bit. It’s reminiscent of another touch, a memory pushing at your mind, a memory you’re not sure is real or that you even should remember.
Tae between Hoseok’s thighs, Hoseok’s hand in his hair, keeping him close. Even if you couldn’t see what was happening, you could certainly smell it. Knees weak at the tangible note of alpha arousal in the air.
You think they’d go crazy if they knew it had sent you into heat, or that your heat lasted a lot longer than it should have. You’re a bit embarrassed about it. You got sent into heat just from sleeping in an alpha’s bed. Took his jacket home and rutted into it like some slutty pup out of a porno. Bit into it and gnawed at it until you left holes in the collar with your blunt little omega teeth.
You turn onto your back to look up at Jimin properly. You pull down the edge of your shirt, fussing with it, and Jimin watches the movement. Tipping his head to the side. His smile Patient and waiting.
“I promise.”
Jimin sinks low, lips brushing the crown of your head. "Keep going. Use your words.”
“I promise I won’t run away again- That I won't break your heart.”
"And?"
"-And if I go into heat again, I'll call you."
"Ah ah ah~" Jimin's voice is a purr.
"I'll call you and Hobi. If I go into heat again- I'll call you, and you can help me through it."
“That's my girl, what a good pup.”
~-~
Notes:
when her knees almost touch his chest in my mind her brain is like 'breeding press? breeding press.' like i dont know how to express to you guys how much sensual that is in the hyb verse like- it's akin to touching someones ass or something?
when i was first writing this i didn't have a clear image in my head of what the jacket looked like- but hopefully you guys don't mind too much that i made the inside of it furry. i just love how it's like- polished on the outside, primal on the inside- kind of like hoseok's whole character.
also if it's not clear the m/c is like totally trying to goad him into losing control. she's literally such a little shit while she's drunk.
i think in the future- as per their rules, hoseok is the only one who gets to decide if she's allowed to drink, like she has to ask him if she's allowed to get drunk and has strict 'just tipsy' rule that she will get punished for if she goes over.
hoseok is so blinded by how much he wants her and prioritizing her safety that he's litterally ignoring her asking about taehyung and i just- i love a dumb man, i love a man whose so in love he gets stupid. that is very much the vibe of hobi.
it's worth mentioning that the m/c is in a better place with her physical health (she's masking her symptoms with a whole lot of medication), and the fact that she's finally around enough alpha's for her immune system to thrive. which is why she seems a little bit better- hoseok also has no idea about her past at this point- we are going to see the incident that lead to her telling him- but not for a few more chapters- all i can say is /oh jungkookie/ T-T
"i'm not shy, i'm controlled" you are so full of shit alpha like so so so full of shit.
i tried to be very careful editing this- because i think that the m/c and hobi are being equally handsy with each other in this-but like i think her subtly feeling up on him could read as uncomfortable- mind you he has grabed her waist and litterally carried her against her will multiple times in this chapter- so i think that maybe she's allowed. like- they're past the point where they're going to verbally ask each other 'can i touch you' at least for this chapter. the touch barrier has been very broken
idk if anyone caught it but! yoongi called her sweetheart :( there are echos of bily in every universe i write.
i lowkey think if she hadn't gotten out of there when she did that it would have triggered hoseok's rut and then they all would have been done for and she would have been pupped before the week was out. i do think their panic of a unintended pregancy would make for some /interesting dynamics/ but alas. it remains to be seen
so face slapping during sex is actually one of my 'absolutely not under any circumstances' but there's something about taehyung that just makes me want to slap him around a bit. ESPECIALLY with how he's been since the tour started.
nesthub...i feel like ive made this joke before and i just can't remember it BUT I'M LEAVING IT HERE.
A LITTLE EASTER EGG BUT- in their text conversation any time they are far away from getting the m/c's aproval- the timestamp numbers add up to 7- any time they are getting closer to the m/c they add up to 8 cuz 8 packmates
if it wasn't clear before- hoseok is very nearly at the end of his rope and control because the m/c's pre=heat phermones are affecting him and taking him by the balls.
Summary: As the Bangtan pack grows closer to Akira, they soon learn that their human Omega grows frustrated (sexually) with each passing day she spends with them. Tensions escalate. Boundaries are tested. Can Akira handle what Bangtan throws her way? Also, a surprise throws Akira into a deep tailspin.
Warnings: strong language (cursing), slight sexual tension, mentions of oral, mentions of fingering; reverse harem, polyamory relationship (parallel polyandry); lycan lore, strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, abusive family. mention of blood, extreme violence, sexual themes, heavy petting, physical abuse, etc. dni if you are not over 21.
WC: 9.9K
*author’s note at the end.
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“She’s been sitting outside for hours, shouldn’t we do something?”
Standing near the patio doors, the three maknaes watched as Akira sat on one of the benches in their enormous backyard. Jungkook could faintly see her holding something in her hand just as her shoulders slowly slumped down. They each watched as she wiped her face, a sign that she was crying. Taehyung moved to open the door, but Jimin stopped him, “Don’t.” He shook his head, telling the young Alpha not to bother her.
“But she’s crying, hyung! We can’t let her just sit there crying!” Taehyung pleaded.
“If we crowd her every time she’s upset, we’ll overwhelm her.” Jimin reasoned. They turned back to the door, watching as her body shook, releasing pent up tears that had been held for years, “Let her come to us. When she’s ready, we’ll be there. Come on, leave her be.” Jungkook pouted but obeyed, following a sulking Taehyung and a resolute Jimin back to their meeting room. Days after her grandmother visited, Akira had barely left her room. Feeling as though she’s been relegated to staying inside the house, Akira needed space. She needed air and moved her sulking to the backyard, hoping the fresh air might clear her head. She appreciated that the guys gave her space to deal with things on her own when she needed it, and lately, her thoughts jumbled around so much, too many voices would’ve overwhelmed her. She needed time.
The time spent alone gave her time to think about things. Akira decided that if she truly wanted to heal, if she really wanted to move forward with her pack, she had to be honest. With them and with herself, she had to be honest about her feelings and what got her to that point. The following day, Akira made the attempt to end her suffering, “Thank you for being here. This hasn’t been easy for me to do, but I made a decision and I’m ready to talk about it.”
One by one, the Bangtan pack stared at each other, confused as to why Akira called them to the dining room. Did they do something wrong? Was she unhappy? Was she leaving them? The fear slowly started to seep before she spoke again, “A few months ago Namjoon told me he loves me.” The silence grew louder as all eyes pointed to a calmly masked Namjoon who was slightly panicking on the inside, “That all of you love me…” Akira sighed softly, eyes remaining on the charm bracelet they gave her. She picked at their insignia, bottom lip wrung between her teeth as she tried to get her words out, “…I wanna tell you how much that means to me. How much having someone love you means to a person like me…even if I don’t know if I could ever say it back.”
“What are you trying to say, beautiful?” Yoongi urged gently.
“I’m saying I don’t know how to love someone.” Akira closed her eyes tightly, sighing as she reached into her pocket to pull out a folded up picture. Even though she threw away the frame, she still held onto the picture, reaching into the trash to retrieve it once she realized she couldn’t let it go. Akira carefully sat down and slowly slid the picture to the closest person seated near her, which was Yoongi. “I wasn’t raised to experience that. I wasn’t taught that. To love someone back, to give them your heart…I don’t know how to do that, and I don’t know when or if I can ever do that.” Akira could barely look them in the eyes. Afraid that they’d be disappointed in her, or worse.
“Is this you when you were a baby?” Taehyung asked as the picture finally reached him, sitting near the head of the table next to Namjoon. As the picture made itself around the table, Akira nodded,
“Me and my sisters, yeah…” Hoseok could tell something was off as he observed Akira’s fidgety demeanor. Just what did Akira and her grandmother talk about that made her this scared?
“Does this have to do with the decision you just mentioned?” He asked, holding up the picture. Akira nodded solemnly,
“I’ve decided to fully move on and I feel like the only way I can do that is if I tell you everything. I realize you guys only know part of my life, but not all of it. You hardly know me, just as I hardly know you. I don’t want that, so I’m gonna tell you everything.”
“Princess, are you sure?” Hoseok questioned softly, “If this is too much for you, you can always choose not to say anything, and we’ll respect that decision.”
“I have to.” Akira reasoned, “I’m not gonna be able to fully trust our relationship if I don’t. I know they’re the reason I have trust issues, I know they are the reason I hold back sometimes. Why I can’t ever bring myself to tell you I love you when I don’t understand it or ever felt it. I’m not letting them take up any more of my life.” Quietly, Yoongi reached out from her right, grabbing hold of her hand and squeezing reassuringly. Akira smiled weakly, glancing up for a moment to see his gentle gaze on her. She then took a deep breath, “The abuse started when I was young…”
Akira told them everything. From the time before she didn’t present and after. The beatings, the forced servitude, the sibling taunting, and the lack of rescue that never came. Even how bad her father got, to the point where she attempted to end her life—The confession alone made their skin crawl with painful unease. The only people who genuinely cared for her were her grandmother and her mother, though Akira still struggled with believing the latter. Though she couldn’t see it, their faces ranged from shock and horror to sadness and anger. Jungkook gripped the table to keep from turning, his irises flickering from dark brown to blood red. Jin, usually the most reserved of the group, kept shouting curse words throughout the mind-link, completely taking the pack aback by his strong use of language. Taehyung tried to keep a straight face, but every so often, his brows would furrow and his lips would tremble, face crumbling to shed tears. Jimin, stoic as ever, even managed to turn red as his eyes watered and he’d casually wiped tears away.
Namjoon clenched his jaw so tight he thought he was going to crack a molar. Yoongi held onto Akira’s hand tightly, the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth right now and Hoseok? Hoseok was so lost in his own thoughts, that his face was the definition of pure rage. So calm, so collected, yet inside, fire burned. He hid his mouth behind his hand, chin resting in his palm as he listened to Akira speak of her trauma. At one point, the memories got so intense, Akira paused for a moment, wiping her tears away as she tried to get through it. Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore, “Enough, Akira…please, beautiful.” He begged her, face slowly reddening as his eyeline watered.
Akira whimpered, nodding in agreement. She knew she couldn’t continue, body shaking in her seat as the silence was suddenly noticeable. They sat in silence, but only for a moment. Yoongi stood, slowly pulling Akira’s chair away from the table. He bent down slowly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders before kissing her gently on the top of her head. Akira broke down in tears, hands firmly grasping onto Yoongi’s shoulder. They just sat there and let her cry. Yoongi felt a tear escape his eye, and then another, tightening his hug around her. His lips remained the same, gently pressing deeper onto her head.
The men slowly started wiping their faces; sniffles and coughs echoed in the space. Akira turned her body, burying her face in Yoongi’s chest. He let her cry into his shirt, not caring if it got wet. Jin quietly removed himself from the table, along with Jungkook. Namjoon understood they needed some time alone, to process everything they just heard, if he needed a moment to fully comprehend it. How did Akira manage to survive years of abuse, he wondered? How could a family hurt one of their own?
— — —
“Look at her, hyung. I don’t think she fully knows how we all feel about her. Or at least, she still doesn’t fully comprehend it.”
Namjoon and Jin watched from the patio doors as Akira learned to play Go with Yoongi. They were once again outside on the backyard patio, enjoying the summer heat. It had been nearly three months since Akira moved in with them and the atmosphere around them definitely changed. The air felt lighter and the tension was over. Akira had fully recovered by now, and acclimated into their pack as if she was meant to be there all along. She brought a certain joy that wasn’t there before, and everyone felt it. Namjoon made his intentions clear with Akira, that he is fully in love with her, just as the rest of his pack mates were. They didn’t rush her into reciprocation, as she was still trying to accept her own feelings, as well as come to terms with being treated better than she’s ever been treated before. They all knew it would take time for that part of her heart to develop into something more, and they fully respected that, giving her patience and understanding.
“I understand. How can someone who knows nothing but pain comprehend love?” Jin turned to Namjoon, the rhetorical question hanging in the air, “She’s truly remarkable, our Omega.” Jin smiled softly as Akira laughed loudly, jumping in her seat as she learned a new move from Yoongi. His gummy smile peaked slightly as he watched her excitement. Akira’s arrival was an easy adjustment for everyone. Everyday, for three months, everyone pitched in to help speed things along in her recovery, whether it be physically or mentally. The feeling of safety was their biggest concern for her, and once they knew that she felt safe, it opened up a lot of possibilities for them.
“I’m still worried hyung. Her wolf hasn’t presented yet.” Namjoon bit down on his bottom lip, his brow furrowed while his eyes watched Akira through the glass doors.
“I say give it time.” Jin smiled, watching the joy spread across Akira’s face, “If nothing changes, we love her for who she is.”
“She makes me so happy it scares me.” Jin turned to Namjoon again after his confession, “This pack hasn’t experienced this kind of joy in a long time. I’m worried it won’t last.”
“Waiting for the other shoe to drop won’t help either, Joon-ah. So embrace the now while we still have it.” Jin patted Namjoon on the back before leaving to head to the kitchen, starting on lunch. Namjoon sighed before opening the patio doors, making his presence known. Yoongi and Akira looked up, both smiling as Namjoon approached them,
“Akira, I need to speak with you for a moment. Mind if I steal you away?” Akira stood from her seat, giving Yoongi a sweet smile to let him know she’ll be right back. Namjoon held out his hand for her and walked her back inside the house, leading her upstairs to his bedroom. Akira was a little nervous, but Namjoon assured her, “It’s not what you think. This is just where my personal office is.” Namjoon chuckled. Inside the equally large room, nearly as massive as hers, Namjoon’s desk sat facing large windows. The desk faced the bedroom door, with dark bookshelves lined on either side; some books even spilled out on the floor, stacked in neat piles. The large king bed sat on the opposite wall facing the electric fireplace across from it. The soft neutral colors of cream and green contrasted the dark stained wood. This was the first Akira had ever entered one of their rooms.
“What is it you need to talk about?” Akira followed Namjoon to his desk, where he sat on top of it. He made room for her, spreading his legs for her to stand between. His hand still firmly clasped hers, afraid of her reaction.
“I heard from Jackson yesterday.” Akira nodded, waiting patiently, “Naomi wants to talk to you.” At the sound of her name, Akira visibly stiffened. Namjoon knew the topic of family was still a sore spot for her, but he had to at least relay the message, “I told them I would talk with you, but that there’d be no promises.”
“I can’t Joonie.” Akira shook her head; the thought of entertaining Naomi made her blood run cold, “I can’t—I don’t wanna see her. I meant what I said, "I don't want her in my life.”
“I know baby, I understand.” Namjoon caressed her cheek with his other hand. He sighed once he saw the hurt and anger surface on her face, “I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to. But just so you know, there will be times when our packs have to be in each other’s presence. There’s events we cannot miss.”
Akira looked away, “Will this cause problems with their pack for you?”
“No, we’re still brothers, regardless of what happens between you and Naomi. I wanted to let you know the door’s still open.” Namjoon shrugged, watching the turmoil on Akira’s face. Her sigh brought her shoulders down, the tension in her body leaving her. Namjoon pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, “It’s ok baby, you don’t have to do it.”
“I’m finally in a good place, Joonie.” Akira whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, “I was starting to feel safe and then she reminded me that she’s always gonna be a part of my life. They all are…” She dropped her head on his shoulder, making him squeeze tighter.
“Tell me what you need. What can I do to make it better?” Namjoon asked.
“I don’t know.” Akira pulled back, staring down into his eyes, “I don’t know…”
“As your man, my job is always to protect you. I wanna do that, but I wish I knew how without having to ask.”
“My man?” Akira smirked, making Namjoon chuckle. His deep laugh stirred this warm feeling inside the pit of her stomach. Her back straightened, pushing her chest out towards him. Namjoon shamelessly scanned her body. Akira wore a light blue 90s style babydoll patchwork dress. It was oversized enough that concealed parts of her body, yet short enough to stop just above her knees. The tiny pearlescent buttons at the top unbuttoned just enough to show cleavage. Namjoon wasn’t complaining and neither were the guys.
“Ain’t I your man?” Namjoon licked his lips slowly, making Akira catch her breath. His grip tightened when she didn’t reply, “Ain’t I your man?”
“Yes.” Akira replied breathlessly.
“Yes, what?” Namjoon challenged.
“Yes, Alpha.” Akira gulped, the small squeak of her voice made a growl erupt from his chest. Akira jumped, lost in the heavy scent of his pheromones; the sweet coconut and leather wrapped around her like a syrupy vice. Namjoon only needed to glance at her lips once before the irresistible pull magnetized them both into a kiss. Lips rushed and busied themselves with faint moans and groans escaping them both. Akira fell into his body; Namjoon pulled her even possibly closer, his fingers digging into her hips as hers played with the nape of his neck. One hand traveled along her spine, clasping at the back of her neck, making her gasp softly. “Joonie…”
Namjoon tried desperately to control his wolf. His eyes turned blood red, making Akira gasp once more. Her scent was thick and heavy in the air; the sugary scent wafted out into the hallway even with the door closed. Akira could feel the slick between her legs, body craving more of his touch but Namjoon restrained them both, “Akira.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Akira asked quietly, nervousness creeping up her spine. Namjoon shook his head, iris fading to their natural color as he quickly shushed all doubt,
“No, no beautiful, you didn’t, no.” He pecked her lips repeatedly, reassuring her as her head tilted back in his hand. She didn’t know it, but she bared her neck to him, making him groan. “I’m just finding it very hard to control myself.”
“If you wanna stop, we can.” Akira softly spoke, “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“Trust me, you’re doing the opposite.” Namjoon spoke into her neck, kissing slowly and gently. Akira’s breath grew heedy. Open mouth kisses trail from the base of her neck and just below the base of her ear. Namjoon teased lightly, biting down just behind her ear. Akira gasped, gripping his neck as her eyes rolled back. Her slick dripped into her panties, arousal could probably be smelled from the hallway. “Fuck, you make crazy.”
“Joonie—oh!” Akira was surprised he stood, picking her up by the back of her thighs. She held onto him, mildly turned on by his dominance, but also nervous for what he was about to do, “Joonie, I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
“Baby, I can smell how wet you are.” He confessed, making her body run warm with embarrassment, “I can’t give you the kind pleasure I want, but at least let me take care of you.” He offered.
“H-How would you d-do that?” Akira shook nervously as he walked to his bed and finally laid her down on the soft comforter.
“You giving me permission?” He asked softly. The hunger in his eyes was noticeable. Akira hesitated, still nervous about what he would do. She wasn’t sure what he would do to take care of her and honestly, it was nerve wracking. But she trusted him, that was for sure, and she knew he would never hurt her. So she nodded for him to continue, “Words baby. Use your words.” He smirked at her.
“Yes, Joonie.” Akira moaned. Namjoon’s body towered over hers. His arms bulged as he used his strength to stay upright, flexing beneath his thin, white t-shirt. Akira’s knees braced themselves at his hips. Her eyes slowly traveled at every feature, from the moles under his bottom lip and cheek, to the fleshy pectorals peeping below his collarbone. Akira thought he looked like a god.
Namjoon slowly moved his right hand up her calf, then smoothly to the flesh of her outer thigh, disappearing beneath her dress. Her sandal fell off with ease, leg hooking around his waist for support, “You trust me, beautiful?”
Akira nodded quickly, “I trust you, Joonie.” Her other sandal fell as he pushed her leg further apart, resting his hips fully against hers. Akira’s chest rose and fell rapidly, welcoming him closer as he pressed his lips against hers. With the roll of his hip, Akira felt the brush his hardened length rub against her clit. She moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips back in response to his. Taking the opportunity, Namjoon licked into her mouth, massaging his tongue with hers. He rolled his hips again, firmer this time. Akira moaned louder, gasping as their lips smacked together. “Fuck, Joon—!”
“I promise I’ll make you feel good baby.” He whispered to her, “Just let go and let me take care of you.” Akira followed her instincts and stopped overthinking. Namjoon continuously ground his pelvis into herself, his thick length continued to brush her clit. Akira never dry humped anyone before, but it was definitely something she could cross off her list. The wet patch in her panties grew as more of her pussy leaked. The fabric tightened, giving her friction to use to keep her moaning louder. Namjoon moved faster, dropping his lips to her neck, sucking firmly across her skin. The heady smell of coconut kissed at her nose, eyes dilating as heat flushed her body, “Namjoon!”
“I know baby, you feel it, right? That feeling that makes you wanna squeeze around me?” Akira nodded desperately, needing to know what that feeling was, "That's your body wanting to release, baby, you wanna cum.”
“Fuck, Joonie, please…” Akira begged, feeling his teeth sinking gently onto the tops of her breasts.
“Not yet, baby.” Namjoon teased, making her whimper, “If you’re gonna cum, you’re going to do so on my tongue.”
Akira squealed, feeling the tug of her underwear as Namjoon pulled on the fabric; feeling the wet cotton between his fingers. His kisses lowered down her body until he was raising her dress below her bra. Normally, Akira would feel insecure about her body: her stomach was too plushy, her thighs too big, her stretch marks canvasing all over. She was thick in places Namjoon couldn’t get enough. He loved her chubby fupa and her hip folds. He loved that she’ll have her thick, chocolate thighs squeezing his head soon. He even loved her pillowy folds as they glistened from arousal once he pulled her underwear completely off. The lips opened slowly; sticky wetness webbing from each side as her cute button-sized clit peaked out. Even the trim hair glistened, taking up her strong, syrupy scent. Namjoon could easily spend all day between her legs, but he wouldn’t deprive her of an orgasm. Not today, anyway, “I made you this wet baby? Did your Alpha do that for you?”
Akira took a moment to reply, distracted by the lazy drag of his fingers in between her folds. Sweat covered her neck as she moaned out in response, “Yes Alpha…”
“Can your Alpha have a taste, baby?” His eyes penetrated the deepest part of her soul. More slick trickled out, surprising Namjoon at just how little it took to turn her on.
“Yes, please…Please, please, plea—oh my god!” Akira’s back bowed just as Namjoon covered his mouth around her pussy. Her head was thrown back, hands clenching the covers as he devoured her. Namjoon held her thighs apart, lapping at her opening like a dog to a water bowl. Tongue darting in and out of her at a fast pace, Akira couldn’t help but grind against his face. “Joonie! Oh Joonie—fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her body shook as the bed springs squeaked. Certain that she would not close her legs, Namjoon let go of one of her thighs and hooked his middle finger inside of her. “Fuuuuck!”
His finger glided slowly at first, slowly down his tongue to match his lazy pace as his tongue circled her clit. He could hear the blood rushing to her heart. The trimmer in her breath. Her greedy hole sucked up his finger until he was knuckle deep, his smile against her clit showing how eager she was. “Grab my hair, Omega.”
Akira did as she was told, no alpha command needed. Her fingers tingled within his silvery gray locks, tightening as he added another finger. The stretch wasn’t unbearable, almost welcoming. Akira sucked in her breath, concentrating on the feel of his fingers and the warmth of his breath on her pussy. She shut her eyes tight, feeling the burn in her chest from lack of oxygen. The tickling sensation of his fingers scissoring and rubbing against her walls, moving deeper until they hit a soft, spongy spot had her groaning with pleasure. Namjoon watched as that pleasure intensified, watching her body lay in rapture. He kissed her inner thigh, “Breath baby.” Watched as her sudden gasp for air turned into a pleading whine for more friction. “You ready to cum baby? You want your Alpha to make you cum?”
Akira whimpered, tears pricking at her eyes, “P-Please A-Alpha…!” Namjoon groaned, biting into the soft flesh of her thigh before attacking her pussy once more. He sucked harshly on her clit while his fingers pistoned faster and faster. Akira pulled at his hair, making his eyes roll. The moans grew louder, “Ah! Ah! Ahh!” Her back arched once again as Namjoon continuously stroked her spot. She squeezed his fingers tighter and tighter, sucking him in deeper. She was so close, just a little more.
“My Omega! She tastes so sweet! I need to have her, I gotta have her!”
Namjoon growled, making Akira melt further into the bed, “Fuck Joonie, please let me cum!” Akira squirmed, feeling the blinding heat from her orgasm reaching her, “Alpha please!” She begged him.
“Cum.” The sudden permission released a chorus of moans unlike anything he’s heard before. Wrecked by his touch, Akira came undone; the band finally snapping as Namjoon released his fingers from her entrance and lapped up her juices. He held her thighs apart; enjoying the tug of his hair as she rode out her climax, grinding her pussy harder against him. His nose bumped her clit with each stroke. After he was finished lapping at her hole, he sucked harshly against her clit, pulling another orgasm from her. Tears released from Akira’s eyes; her body twisting as the overwhelming sensation wrecked her body. Namjoon held her waist and feasted on her, coaxing the second orgasm out until it left a dull ache. Her body trembled as Namjoon rose to his knees, mouth and chin glistening as he massaged her hips to sooth her. He watched tears trek down her cheeks and her tummy quiver.
Leaning down to place soft kisses on her thighs, her clit, and her stomach, he finally reached her lips again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her fingers combed through his hair. “Feel better?”
“I never felt anything like that.” Akira panted, “Is it always like that?”
Namjoon brushed his thumb across her cheeks, "Sometimes. Other times, it’s a lot more intense than that.”
“What about you?” Akira noted, feeling his heavy dick pressed against her pussy, “You didn’t get to cum.”
“Trust me, we’ll have plenty of time for that.” Namjoon assured, making her gasp, “For now, I’ll take care of it. You just get some rest, you can barely keep your eyes open.” Namjoon chuckled, watching as her heavy lidded eyes fought to stay open. Namjoon slowly pulled down her dress, lifting her legs to tuck her under the covers. Akira couldn’t deny that what just happened wore her out. The thudding in her chest slowly regulated as her eyes fluttered slowly, “But I want you to lay with me.”
Namjoon smiled, dimples pooling at his cheeks. He leaned down, kissing her nose, “Give me a few minutes to clean up and I’ll be back in your arms in no time.” While Akira closed her eyes for a nap, Namjoon went to take care of himself in his bathroom. Meanwhile, downstairs, everyone sat in the living, completely gobsmacked at what they just heard. If it wasn’t the heavy scent of her arousal permeating the entire house, her loud moans and screams surely gave it away. Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other, jaws dropped. Yoongi fixated on the memory of her moans, wondering what she looked like when she came. Jungkook closed his eyes, trying desperately not to get a boner and Jin and Hoseok paced the floor.
“I can’t believe he did that.” Jin murmured, “We didn’t discuss taking things further with her, we should’ve discussed it.”
“I’m actually jealous it’s not me.” Yoongi replied, clearly not caring about discussing their sex life with Akira. Jin glared at him, annoyed,
“Yoongi!”
“What?! Don’t act like you weren’t thinking it!” Yoongi rebuffed, “We knew one day we’d get to that part in our relationship, even if it is a little foreplay; she feels the most comfortable letting the Pack Alpha help her explore that side of her first, I say let it happen. Besides, if she’s comfortable enough for that, that means she trusts us.”
“Hate to say it but he has a point, hyung.” Hoseok agrees, “If she gave him consent, we can’t tell Joon not to please her. All we can do is hope he doesn’t push past her boundaries, which we know he wouldn’t do.”
“He won’t.” Jin argued, “I can’t say the same for his wolf; he’s been fighting for control since she came into our lives.”
“So then what should we do?” Jimin questioned, “Because I don’t feel comfortable telling him to control his wolf when we can barely control ours.”
“When he’s done, we have a meeting. We can’t just follow basic instincts, she’s still a human and I refuse to lose her trust because one of us couldn’t control ourselves and act without thinking. If we end up hurting her, we’ll not only lose her trust, we might lose her, and I refuse to let that happen.”
— — —
“Joon-ah. You have any idea how you could’ve jeopardized everything if you couldn’t control your wolf with her? She’s a human, her body can’t handle certain things.”
Namjoon felt like a kicked puppy, sitting there in the living room getting scolded by his hyung. He might’ve been the pack leader, but when the oldest of the pack speaks, you listen. Especially if that one is a Beta. After a much needed shower, Namjoon wasn’t all that surprised he got summoned. He promised Akira that he’d be back after his shower, and while she slept, the meeting was held. “I know hyung, and I’m sorry. I fought for the most part but the human part of me couldn’t help it either. We didn’t have actual sex, I knew my limits. I would never hurt her like that, you guys know that.”
“We do, hyung.” Jimin agreed, “We know you wouldn’t but the fact of the matter is, since she’s come into our lives, our wolves have been losing their shit. They keep fighting us. We’re not as synced as before, especially now that you’ve established a new boundary with her. We’re afraid that if we get close to her in that way, we won’t be in control of what we do.”
“I understand.” Namjoon nodded, looking down at his hands.
“We’re not here to scold you, Joon-ah. But this is a warning. If we end up hurting her because we lost control, it’ll scare her away, or worse.” Hoseok explained.
“I honestly don’t know how to fix it.” Namjoon sighed, “I can’t seem to get him to listen, it’s like my mind wants to split in half.” He groaned, digging the heel of his palm into his eye socket.
“Maybe we need to establish some rules then, for our wolves? Have a meeting while they’re present so that they know what’s happening.” Jungkook suggested.
“What kind of rules?” Yoongi frowned.
“Rules like not going any further until she tells us to.” Taehyung suggested, "And when she finally does decide to go all the way, we let her lead and set the pace. They’ll listen to their Omega if she feels like she’s in charge.”
“What do we do when our rut comes in? I’m not asking for outside help anymore, that would devastate her.” Jungkook shook his head, imagining how hurt Akira would be if they let another wolf service them.
“She said she wouldn’t mind, but deep down, I know she would.” Namjoon answered, “With her permission, I think the safest thing to do is to have someone in the room at all times. To keep the energy calm and peaceful.”
“You mean one of us watches?!” Jin gawked.
“Actually, I think the Betas should be the ones to monitor it.” Yoongi agreed, “You guys barely have a rut, you’re more level headed when it comes to tense situations and if one of us gets out of hand, you can always defuse the situation.”
“There’s no way she’d agree to that.” Jimin scoffed.
“How would you know?” At the sound of her voice, they each turned their heads towards the top of the staircase. No one had heard Akira leave Namjoon’s room. Her puffy face thick with sleep, dress wrinkled from previous activity, and hair in a wild curly mane. And still, she looked as regal as ever in their eyes, making her way down the stairs with soft pitter patter of her bare feet.
“We thought you were napping, princess.” Hoseok greeted her, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she approached him. She stared up at him, her brown doll-like eyes filled with enough temptation to make him crack.
“I was until I realized Joonie wasn’t next to me.” She turned, finding him sitting on the couch with an apologetic expression, “Please don’t be upset with him about earlier, guys. I had as much responsibility in it as he did.”
“Namjoon’s not in trouble princess, we’re just trying to figure out the best way to navigate this part of our relationship with you without hurting you. We’ve never dated a human before, we don’t know all of what your body can handle.” Hoseok explained.
“If it’s about our relationship and my body, shouldn’t I be a part of that discussion?” Akira frowned, confused as to how the pack they claim she’s a part of decided to hold a meeting without her, “If I’m your Omega like you claim I am, shouldn’t I be present?”
“You’re right,” Namjoon held out his hand to her, prompting her to move towards the couch. She grabbed his hand, making her way to his lap, “we should’ve included you, and we’re sorry. We were trying to best bring up the subject with you without making you uncomfortable or making it awkward.”
“We don’t want to physically hurt you. This is very new for us.” Hoseok admitted.
“This is new for me too, Hobi.” Akira urged, “I am learning how to trust people again and finding what works for me. This is the first time I ever had anyone ever care about me, and I’m beyond grateful for that…but I’m 26 years old, and I’m just now figuring out sex as an adult, stuff that wasn’t taught to me in high school. I’m finding that I have actual free will and I want to experience things I’ve never experienced before. I know you’re all worried, I am too.” Akira looked around the room at their concerned faces, “But I can’t stay scared at every little thing that comes up in our relationship, I don’t want us to live like that.”
“You’re right.” Namjoon whispered, squeezing her hip, “We need to focus on what’s best for you and your relationship with us, going forward.”
“Thank you.” This was the first time Akira has been heard and acknowledged. It was an odd experience to have. “Look, I know that this is probably strange, or at least for me it was. I never had 7 boyfriends before, or mates? I’m not really sure what we’d call this.” Akira became flustered, trying to get her thoughts in order, “All I know is I want this work, however it can work. And if that means being monitored when I eventually make love to one of you, then so be it.”
“Would you honestly be comfortable with that?” Jin genuinely asked.
“It would be awkward but eventually all of you will see me naked at some point, I see no sense in making it weird now. It’s not like I don’t know you guys didn’t hear us earlier, I’m pretty much aware that we were loud.” Namjoon tilted his head, dimples popping up as his cheeks blushed. Akira gave him a small smile as her fingers played with the nape of his neck, “I was very shy when I first met you all…but you’ve seen me at my lowest, ugly cry and all, I see no reason to not be openly honest with you.”
“If it’s what you want then we’ll respect it.” Taehyung agreed.
“I feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you and even though it took a while to fully realize it, I’m happy where I am with all of you. Aren’t you happy with where we are with each other too?” Akira questioned everyone.
“Of course we are, Akira.” Jungkook sat up from the couch, making eye contact with her, “We’re so happy with how far you’ve come and how far our relationships with you have been. You’ve made us all happy.” Akira bit her lip, staring down at her hands. Jungkook grabbed her hand, moving her forward off of Namjoon’s lap and onto his, “We’re just concerned about safety, that’s all this is about. What we want is for you to be safe.”
“Ok Kookie.” Akira replied softly, nodding along to his words.
“We realize we have a lot to figure out before that comes, and we’re just struggling to get our wolves in check. Since you’ve arrived, things have been a little haywire.” Yoongi confessed.
Akira frowned, "What do you mean?”
“It’s getting harder to control the instinctive part of our minds. Werewolves, when their wolf presents, they build this connection with each other until we eventually form one mind.” Jin explained, “But lately, it’s been harder to control it.”
“So then why control it?” Akira shrugged, still lost.
“Because the wolf part of us doesn’t understand the capabilities of what it offers our human side. The physical strength alone is overwhelming sometimes, it takes a lot of brain power to not accidentally hurt anyone that’s not like us. Plus, it wants to forego boundaries and devour you.” Yoongi put it bluntly. Akira’s eyes widened, back straightening as she swallowed hard, “And not in the Big Bad Wolf sense either.”
“Must you be so blunt?” Jin sighed, covering his face.
“We just listened to her moaning for the past 15 minutes upstairs two hours ago, I think we’re past being diplomatic.” Yoongi scoffed. Akira gasped, hiding her face in her hands. Jungkook chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
“You two bicker on your own time, we need to figure out how to get our wolves under control.” Hoseok teased.
“…Am I able to talk to them?” Akira asked suddenly. Everyone grew concerned at the suggestion, not knowing how that would go.
“I don’t know if it’d be wise to have all our wolves present.” Hoseok worried.
Akira nodded solemnly before suggesting, “Well, if it were just one, then who would I need to talk to?”
“It would be the Head Alpha, sweetheart.” Yoongi answered for everyone. Akira turned to Namjoon, who nodded in agreement.
“Would you be ok with that, Joonie?” The softness of Akira’s voice made his wolf pur, practically belly up for her. Once Namjoon agreed, Akira wondered what she would say, “When can I speak with him? What do I say?” Akira looked around the group for the right answers, “How should I address him?”
“You can talk to him now, princess.” Hoseok nodded forward with his head, bringing Akira’s attention over to Namjoon. His eyes were a dark, blood red. Practically fully dilated and staring straight at Akira. Around her, everyone bowed, a sign of respect and acknowledgment of their leader. Akira nervously gave a bow too, unsure of what to say. When he spoke, Akira couldn’t recognize the voice as her Joonie. No. This was completely someone else. Something else.
“Come, Akira.” The deep timber of the Alpha made Akira jump to her feet instinctively. Nervously, the pack watched, trying to get a feel of where their leader was at. He wasn’t cruel, just authoritative. When he commanded respect, he got it. “Why did you summon me?”
“I-I wan—um,” Akira looked around the room; their encouraging faces assured her that everything would be ok. Akira took a deep breath, then exhaled, “I wanted to know why you no longer want to listen to Namjoon. Why none of the wolves will listen to their human side.”
“We want our Omega. She is hiding. She is afraid.” The Alpha responded. Akira tilted her head, confused. She moved in closer; Jimin scooted towards the edge of his seat, just in case. Akira slowly reached out her hand, mindful of the way the Alpha watched her.
“I’m not hiding, Joonie. I’m right here.” The Alpha closed his eyes, inhaling her scent as her hand drew closer. Landing softly on his head, Akira brought her hand down to his cheek. Those red eyes bore into her, “I’m right here.”
“She is not safe. Omega does not feel safe. We want to find her, bring her home. We make Omega safe.” The Alpha rolled his head into her palm, recognizing his Omega’s scent but still not sensing her.
“He means your wolf.” Taehyung answered Akira’s unasked question, finally realizing what the Alpha meant, “He understands the human part of you, but we can’t connect with you. Not like how we’re all connected. That’s why our wolves aren’t listening to us.” It made perfect sense to them. Their pack is able to link and connect to one another, sharing thoughts, feelings—a bond. Their wolves couldn’t find it with Akira. They weren’t sure if her wolf delayed presenting or if she was just fully human. They could sense her, but not fully.
“Alpha Joon,” Jin addressed him with the equal amount of authority, “Akira is human. We don’t know if her wolf is delayed or if she is just human, but she is here and she is safe with us. We protect her like you ask. She cannot connect with us yet, but she is here.” Akira bit her lip, feeling tears surface at the edge of her eyes. All this time, he was worried for her. They all were. Akira moved to stand in between his legs, making his attention go back to her. She cupped his face with both hands, drawing her forehead to his,
“I’m safe Joon.” She whimpered, “You can’t feel it, but I am safe. Please, baby, I’m here, please..,” her shaky voice brought out their concern, “Please Joonie, your Omega is safe. Just cause I don’t have a wolf, doesn’t mean I’m not here. I’m yours. For as long as you all will have me, I’m yours…please? Alpha please…” Her tears hit his cheek. The swift movement of his arms wrapping around her waist made the others jump with fear, worried his strength might overtake her. He pressed his head into the pudge of her stomach, finding her scent strong and irresistible.
“Omega is safe. We keep her safe.” Akira bent forward, kissing the top of his head. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, rubbing her chin over his head. Everyone watched in awe as she comforted him. Him, pressing his face into her stomach where her womb lies; her, scenting him without even realizing it. It was beautiful. It was emotional. It was everything they thought it would be. Akira was truly theirs, and they didn’t have to do anything to force it. It was natural—instinctive.
“I’m safe baby, I promise.” She whispered. Akira let go and got down on her knees. Once she met his eyes, she knew the Alpha was listening, “Can you tell the others that I’m ok? If we’re gonna enter this new stage in our relationship, they can’t lose control of themselves from their humans. You don’t wanna hurt me, Alpha, I know you don’t.” Akira pleaded, rubbing her hands along his arms.
“It’s amazing how in control she is. I’ve never seen Alpha Joon this subdued before.” Hoseok was astonished. Watching their leader practically bend to Akira’s will proved that their mate had literal power over all of them. If she could convince the Alpha to connect back with his human, she could do much more within their pack.
“We will not harm you, Omega.” The Alpha reassured, “We love you.” Akira slowly smiled, squeezing his arms in her hands. She soon did the unexpected, tilting her head back and to the side, baring her throat to him. The gasps from the other pack members watched in surprise, wondering how she relinquished her position so easily. The Alpha, whose sharpened teeth bared themselves in an approving growl, brought his mouth to her neck. He bit down, a teasingly light nip to her throat as a promise of one day marking her. He used his tongue instead, marking the sweet spot that one day would be his. Akira faced him once more, holding his face in her again,
“Bring my Joonie back, please? I need you both.” Akira pleaded softly. Blood irises swirled like thick red smoke as they turned back to the deep brown that belonged to Namjoon. His eyes regained their natural color, slowly shrinking back in size. He looked around confused, almost as if he’d been asleep. Akira smiled, her tears all but vanished as she stood on her knees and threw her arms around his neck, “You’re ok!” She mumbled into his shoulder.
“What happened?” Namjoon looked around, confused. One arm wrapped around Akira’s body out of instinct as he looked towards his pack, "How long was I out?”
“Not long. Enough for Alpha Joon to fix things.” Jin replied.
“Wait,” Akira pulled back, looking up at Namjoon, “you mean you don’t…you don’t remember any of that?”
“When our wolves take over fully, we’re not present.” Yoongi explained, “It’s almost like we’re asleep. The human mind rests while the wolf takes control. You aren’t able to hear his mind because we’re not linked to you but he made it very clear to our wolves that we needed to reconnect. If not for your safety then for the safety of our pack and those who depend on us.”
“Did I scare you, baby?” Namjoon asked, brushing a thumb across her lips. Akira shook her head ‘no’, returning back to her position, placing her face into his shoulder. His strong scent nearly masked hers, engulfing her body.
The day’s events drained everything it could out of Akira that day. She was exhausted, and all she wanted was a shower and her bed, nothing more.
— — —
“Is this really necessary? I had a health check up at my last doctor’s appointment, I’m fine.”
Namjoon glanced over at Akira, a look of challenge across his face, which she readily submitted to, not wanting to argue with him. He chuckled some, watching her cute little huff as she crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t overly dressed. Just a pair of cream colored sweatpants and a white long sleeve crewneck shirt snuggly contoured to her chest and abdomen. Her hair was braided back into two French braids and securely protected by a tan bucket hat. Namjoon, along with the rest of the pack, dressed somewhat similarly, each varying in color or category of clothing.
“I’m just now realizing I don’t have anything. My birth certificate, my social security card, records—nothing.” Feeling Akira slightly panic, Namjoon grabbed Akira’s thigh, the firm squeeze re-centering her focus. She looked up at him, her doe-like eyes melting his heart once more,
“I know doctor’s offices are touchy, but this isn’t a follow up from when you had surgery. This is more of a yearly thing. Everyone in the pack gets a check up.” Namjoon assures.
“Everyone in the pack doesn’t have to lay back with their feet in stirrups.” Akira throws a glare Namjoon’s way, which sends him throwing up his hands in defeat.
“Princess,” Hoseok chimed in, sitting opposite Akira on her right, instead of on her left, like Namjoon, “you wanted this relationship to go further, intimately. We just wanna make sure everything is safe and okay to proceed. And as far as your personal things, they’re in a safe in Namjoon’s office. Your grandmother already took care of that.”
Akira frowned somewhat, “I would feel better if all of you got tested too.” They each looked at her, some not surprised by her statement, others just simply tuning into the conversation’s turn of topic, “What? Y’all had sex, I didn’t, I don’t know what y’all done.” Akira doubled down her statement, making the others look at each other, “If we’re taking it there, I wanna know. I don’t want any surprises and I definitely don’t want any of us getting sick.”
“You have a point, and we already knew you’d want that precaution. Getting tested is part of our yearly check up.” Jin replied coolly, flipping through a magazine he found in the lounge area. Jimin watches Akira bite her bottom lip nervously as she looks down at her nails, picking at the nail beds. His brown drop in a furrow,
“That’s not what you’re worried about though, is it love?” Akira glances over at him, caught in the act, “What’s really bothering you?”
Each of the men popped their heads around, looking over at Akira with concern. She sighed quietly, leaning back in her chair before responding, “I just don’t want another doctor looking at my scars…I don’t want another one to ask me questions about my medical records and why I had all these surgeries and why I don’t have a mating bite and this, that, and the third. It’s humiliating..” Akira mumbled the last part, but she’s sure they heard her. Hoseok grabbed her hand, tearing it away from destroying the other. He leaned in close, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, scenting her with his calming, sweet gingery lemon scent.
“Hopefully, this will be the last doctor you’ll have to see for a while. We checked her out, she’s a great doctor, for werewolves and humans. And we let her know the extent of your injuries ahead of time.” Akira pulled back some, staring over at Hoseok, “If there’s a question you don’t want answered, she won’t ask, Princess. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“What if she tells me something I don’t wanna hear?” Akira’s nerves were bouncing all through the atmosphere. Namjoon grabbed her other hand, squeezing it firmly but gently, trying to ease her mind,
“Then as a pack, we’ll deal with it together.”
— — —
“Ok Ms. Kim, you can put your clothes back on while I head to the lab to drop off these cell samples. We’ll talk a little more in just a bit.” Akira watched as the doctor and her nurse walked out of the exam room. Dr. Regina Freeman, a board certified gynecologist and general practitioner, spent the better half of 15 minutes checking Akira for abnormal cell growth, cysts, and whatnot. What was probably a routine procedure for her, was the most uncomfortable experience for Akira. Sniffling, Akira winced as she slowly got down from the exam bed and put her clothes back on. The women both understood that this was her first actual exam—not having this procedure done by the time of her first period was odd to the doctor at first, but given the circumstances explained to her beforehand, she wasn’t all that surprised.
Akira grabbed her phone from her sweatpants once she was fully clothed. She sent a message in the pack's group chat, hoping one of them would answer:
“Is anyone done with their appointment? I kinda don’t wanna be alone with mine.”
Instantly, 7 message bubbles appeared out of sheer eagerness, but only one was able to get through first:
KookieBear:
“Mines is finished, I can head to your room rn.”
Akira replied quickly, waiting for Jungkook to reach her room. She looked around the room, diagrams of different anatomies plastered various walls; kitschy generic positivity posters displayed opposite of them. It looked like any other exam room you might see on TV, even with the tongue depressors and cotton balls cutely and neatly displayed in clean, sterile glass jars. A soft knock distracted Akira from her roaming, “Come in.”
Jungkook peeked his head in before fully entering the room. He immediately walked over to her, standing by her side, “Are you alright?”
Akira nodded, “Yeah. I just hate being alone here, I hate being alone in doctor’s offices and hospitals.” Akira snuggly wrapped her arms around Jungkook’s torso as he pulled her in for a hug, unabashedly rubbing his scent all over her. He knew the creamy vanilla scent would instantly soothe her. “How are the guys?”
“They’re fine, they’re gonna be finishing up soon. Do you know anything yet from Dr. Freeman?” He questioned back. Akira shook her head ‘no’, citing that she and the nurse just left the room minutes ago. Jungkook moved to stand in front of Akira, trapping his waist between her thick thighs. Akira looked up at him, feeling the warmth radiate off his body. He moved a hand, cutely running his thumb across her jaw and cheek, “It’ll be over soon, we promise.”
“I know.” Akira replied quietly, the morning lull catching up to her as she grew tired. “Right now though, I just feel so tired.” Akira dropped her head onto Jungkook’s chest. The young Alpha laughed softly, rubbing his fingers into the back of her neck, ‘For a human, she sure does have a lot of Omegan qualities.’ He thinks quietly to himself as he scents her like crazy. The door shot opened though, breaking their inner peace,
“Jungkook.” Namjoon warned, watching his younger pack mate over power Akira’s natural scent. If it wasn’t for the fact that he could practically smell Jungkook through the whole office, he would never sense Akira close by. For a young Alpha, Jungkook had great control of his basic instincts. Yet when it comes to Akira, Jungkook was suddenly territorial. In subtle ways, he made it known Akira was his, even uncharacteristically challenging his Alpha, Namjoon, without realizing it. If Namjoon was a lesser Alpha, he would’ve taken Jungkook’s heavy scenting as a threat, but Namjoon understands what it’s like to have an Omega of his own. He understands that for Jungkook, the need to care for Akira just comes naturally. “You’re getting her scent high, you know that right?”
“Huh?” Jungkook frowned, pulling back to stare at Akira who sleepily searched for his scent, even whining a little. The sound was barely noticeable, but they heard it. Jungkook held her plump face in between her hands, “Shit, I didn’t think humans could get scent high.” His eyes searched her hazy ones, “Akira? Baby, are you ok?”
“Mm.” Akira’s response was practically mute as she slightly turned her face into his palm, nuzzling, barely a graze, “Yes, but hug me, you’re warm.” She pleaded softly, unaware of the effect she had over the two Alphas.
“Beautiful, you’re getting high off his scent, he can’t hug you right now.” Namjoon regrettably said, making Akira whine a little louder. Their wolves perked at the sound, but Namjoon quieted them all, “I promise, when we get home, you can cuddle him all you want.” Namjoon side-eyed Jungkook, silently scolding him for not controlling his scent.
“Sorry.” Jungkook frowned, “She smelled stressed, I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I’m glad you were able to calm her down, just be mindful next time.” Namjoon gingerly sat in a chair away from the exam table, “We’re not home where she’s protected. Having her pliable like this is dangerous, for her and for us.” He warned, making Jungkook understand the gravity of his actions. Just then the doctor walked in, her nurse not far behind her. Both Namjoon and Jungkook stood rod straight; a scene practically made in front of her as Akira looked out of it while Jungkook looked guilty and Namjoon looked bashfully ashamed. She simply closed the door behind her and asked that everyone be seated. Jungkook hurriedly sat next to Namjoon, aware that his presence near Akira still made her loopy.
“I see your Alpha scented you. I understand hospitals and clinics are stressful for Omegas, even human-presenting ones.” Dr. Freeman assured, a light pen shining dull into Akira’s eyes.
“Wait, so she is an Omega??” Namjoon’s posture straightened; ears perking at the news.
“Yes, according to her bloodwork, she has Omegan wolf DNA. It’s recessive, which, unfortunately won’t show up in results as her dominant gene. If she hasn’t shifted by now, she may never shift.” Akira looked down at her hands, eyes blurring over with tears. A tiny sniffle filled the room, making Namjoon rise from his seat immediately. Without hesitation, his arms wrapped around her, letting Akira fall apart. The doctor gave them a sad look, one she was used to giving over the years, “I know it seems like terrible news, but it’s not uncommon for some wolves to have a recessive sub-gene. And the likelihood of her shifting can still be a possibility, but it’s very rare. You’ll need to be extra careful with her.”
“So, she’s human basically, even though she is a shewolf?” Namjoon wanted confirmation.
“In a sense, yes. I was curious when you told me she was able to smell your scent and sense shifts in the environment, as well as respond to an Alpha Command—a natural instinct for Omegas. After the blood test showed the rare genetic markers for the recessive lycan mutation, I realized that while it is not uncommon for recessed sub-gene Omegas to have a trait from their family, it is very rare to have more than one. I would like to try further tests, but for now, she’s doing better than her last visit with her previous doctor.”
“No more tests.” Akira whined, burying her face into Namjoon’s chest, still scent high from Jungkook. Namjoon rubbed her back, shaking his head.
“We understand Dr. Freeman, we will schedule whatever tests that’s needed to make sure Akira is okay.” Namjoon instantly put his foot down, making Akira whimper. The sound was as close enough to a chirp as one could get, making both Jungkook and Namjoon stand at attention. Dr. Freeman took notice,
“That’s another thing,” Dr. Freeman sighed, crossing her hands over her lap, “without proper training of what Omegas do, she’s bound to make mistakes. You have to explain it to her, but basically try to avoid sending her into Omegaspace as much as possible. Getting lost in her head, especially when her wolf is absent, is dangerous. While I don’t recommend ignoring her calls, any chirps that do happen while she’s not presently upset will occur, so try to explain to her that she’s not in any danger. And lastly, when the time comes, please explain presenting to her Alpha to her. She won’t realize she’s doing it, and that’ll be a very touchy subject for her, considering she’s a virgin.” Dr. Freeman watched as both men’s faces slowly crawled to a flushed crimson color. Namjoon let out a cough, avoiding as much eye contact as possible,
“I don’t—do you think she’s ready for that?” He questioned softly.
“That’ll be up for Akira to decide.” The doctor shrugged, “If you’re asking emotionally speaking. Physically, she is still a wolf, she can take a knot if that’s what you’re referring to. Although at this stage, without knowing if her body can or cannot produce her wolf, I think it’s best if she went on a birth control designed for Omegas. It’s the safest option at this time for her.”
“I think so too.” Namjoon sighed, cradling Akira’s face in his hands. He rubbed his thumbs across her cheeks, watching as her head lulled while tears still kissed her waterline, making her eyes glossy. By the end of the appointment, Jungkook had to carry Akira out just because he accidentally sent her into Omegaspace. Dr. Freeman explained to them an easy way to coax her out of it, but by the time they entered their cars and with the drive home, Akira slept the whole way.
— — —
*Author’s Note:
This chapter was originally longer than this, but I didn’t want ya’ll waiting any longer than ya’ll already have, especially since I already threw out a teaser (again, thank you for being so patient with me while I’m still processing everything). This chapter took a completely different turn than before; it was just harder to write for some reason.
I am going to plan on trying updating more consistently; I can’t promise a certain day or time, as I’m just writing these chapters as I go, but I will try to not drag out these updates (normally I’m more organized than this, but it had been a year since I’ve written anything).
For these next few chapters, I plan on making them more intense, especially with different antagonists—it won’t solely be family related—and it definitely will be more mature in terms of intimacy between Akira and Bangtan (idk why I’m trying to be professional-sounding about this, I just feel like I need to watch what I say for some reason lol). Also do you prefer the long chapters? I’ve been told it can be too much sometimes, so I can condense it if necessary.
