Hold your Breath (Count to Seven) (5)
(Omegaverse, Pack Alpha Hoseok, Forced Caretaking, Omega scarcity au)
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.
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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.
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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.”
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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.
