Alpha Jungkook and Alpha Taehyung defy all odds to be together in a society where same sub-gender couples are discriminated against and in some cases killed.
Omega Seokjin starts to realize, when he meets the alpha of his dreams, that there are people that look at him not as a person but as a tool to produce offspring.
What would happen when they meet and realize they are all destined to be together.
Seokjin is their omega, Jungkook and Taehyung are his alphas…
Genre & Warnings: Fluff, Angst, and hey, the smut is here! Nothing really to warn about, unless you’re triggered by sad.
Jimin walked the familiar worn path from Taehyung’s home, arms laden with food leftover from the previous evening’s celebration. They had plenty of their own meat at home since Namjoon always got a share of everyone’s game, but Jimin had snatched up these berry treats that he loved. He knew his alpha would appreciate having them for breakfast, especially since neither of them can cook very well.
Jimin purposely caught everyone’s eye as he walked, searching for any signs of rejection by his pack members. He’d woken up that morning expecting his entire world to be different. Instead, it was a beautiful sunny day, his bond felt intact, and everyone still bowed in respect as he passed by. The weaver girls still giggled and waved as he passed, the elders still stopped him to make him listen to their gossip, pups still tried to sneak honey candy from his pockets.
The only immediate change was that he was terrified to go home.
He stood in front of the wooden door leading to his dwelling. Does he knock? He shouldn’t have to, right? But what if they were doing something?
Jimin squared his shoulders and flung open the door, striding inside with his head high. He didn’t smell Namjoon nearby, but he could still detect faint hints of sex and what must be the omega’s caramel scent. His instincts were going insane, wanting nothing more than to cleanse his dwelling of the other omega’s smell, his heart twisting at the knowledge that Namjoon had in fact done his duty.
The omega himself was still here, apparently in the middle of preparing a meal. He smiled warmly at Jimin when he noticed him and bowed low.
“You must be Jimin! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pack Omega. I’m Seokjin.”
“Uh, yes, it’s nice to...” Jimin’s mind came to a screeching halt when he laid eyes on the omega’s neck. There, in all of its fresh glory, was a mating bite on the left side of his neck, right over his scent gland.
Realistically, Jimin had known to expect it. He had known that Namjoon would have had to mate this person in every sense of the word. Still, it was one thing to have a general idea and another to see the evidence right in front of your face. To know that this person had laid in the nest of furs that Namjoon had collect for Jimin for years, made love with his mate, received a lifelong bond with him. Was probably still filled with him and possibly growing the one thing Jimin couldn’t give his mate at this very moment.
He tore his eyes from sight and glanced up at the omega, surprised to find him looking at Jimin with a sympathetic gaze. He’d expected the omega to be crowing with pride and eager to rub it in Jimin’s face. Instead, Seokjin’s rich caramel scent was rife with submission and comfort, like he was assuring Jimin that he knew his place and he understood his pain.
“We didn’t...use your furs, if you’re worried about that. I brought my own. I tried to think of how I would feel in your place, so I made sure to set up my nest in another spot.” Seokjin softly explained. Jimin followed his gaze to a corner of the dwelling that had been left empty for future pups, and sure enough, there was a separate nest of mostly white furs, along with several other piles of belongings that were new.
“Thank you,” Jimin whispered. “They’re beautiful furs. I’ve never seen so much white.”
Seokjin smiled gently, seeming to know that Jimin was being far more kind than he felt.
“My Father’s territory is covered in snow for most of the year. We only get a small reprieve in the middle of summer. Because of that, most of the animals in the area have white coats to blend with the snow. I actually brought some for you as a gift, if you’d like them. I kept them stored away, so they are unscented.”
“Thank you, that’s very nice of you.” Seokjin was proving to be his worst nightmare. He was beautiful, thoughtful, apparently can cook, and was nice. He was the perfect omega.
“Um, did Namjoon say where he was going?” He needed to see his mate now. His instincts were going haywire, and he needed reassurance. He could practically hear the scared whimpers of his inner omega.
Seokjin had returned to cooking and glanced over his shoulder at Jimin’s question, his annoyingly kind smile still intact.
“I think he said something about a river? I’m not familiar with the area yet.”
Jimin hummed, knowing exactly where Namjoon had run off to. He nodded politely to Seokjin then left the dwelling to stroll down the familiar path that led to the river.
***
It was almost unfair that it was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, with barely a cloud in the sky. Birds were singing, and he’d even spotted a few butterflies. It was days like this that would usually prompt Jimin to gather up his friends to help him convince Namjoon and Yoongi to ditch their duties for the day and just play. They’d swim in the river, play tag (minus Yoongi who would only yell commentary), and nap in the sun.
There would be none of that today, he knew, because as he got close enough to the river to hear the flowing water, he realized the entire area was overwhelmingly drenched with the scent of distressed alpha.
He followed the trail until he reached the riverbank and froze at the sight before him. There was his strong pack alpha, his mate, his Namjoon, laying on the ground, naked and sobbing. He’d been at it for a while, judging by how hoarse his throat sounded. His normally warm and comforting cinnamon scent was bitter and sharp, hinting at the extent of his turmoil.
Jimin whined, overwhelmed with the need to help his mate. Namjoon sat up at the sound and wiped his red shot eyes.
“Jimin? Baby, please, come here. God, please.” Namjoon held his arms open, his gaze pleading and tentative like he was afraid Jimin would reject him.
Jimin launched himself into his lap, and Namjoon crushed him to his chest. He was still a little wet, having apparently washed in the river. Jimin was glad of that, not wanting to smell Seokjin’s scent all over Namjoon right now. He promptly began scenting Namjoon to help calm him down, but also to make Jimin feel better himself.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I felt so horrible. I was pretending it was you, even though he didn’t smell the same, and I just gave in to my instincts. I...I knotted him and marked him, he marked me too. It’s done, there’s so going back. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I love you so much.” Namjoon was sobbing hysterically, clutching Jimin to him like he would run off at any second. Jimin wanted to join him, but he had cried so much the night before, and now he needed to be strong for his mate.
“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. Just breathe.” Jimin cooed and rubbed Namjoon’s back in an attempt to soothe him.
He leaned his head back and stared at Namjoon’s neck. The bite from Jimin was still there, right over his scent gland on the left side. On his right was a new mark, still red and looking somewhat sore.
“Besides being sad, do you feel okay?” Jimin asked as he touched the new mark, trying to not let his jealousy and bitterness win over his concern for his mate.
“I’m...okay, I think. It doesn’t hurt, and it doesn’t feel too strange in my head. I just...I felt so bad, Jimin. I pretended to fall asleep afterward, and I was so tempted to go look for you. I knew you wouldn’t want to be there, but my wolf was so confused and wanted his omega. I think I almost attacked Seokjin before he got aroused and the scent made my instincts take over. I know you probably don’t want details, but I just didn’t want to hide anything from you.” Namjoon sniffled and rubbed his cheeks against Jimin’s neck.
“I know, love. I know. It’s hard for all of us. I’m...not happy with it either. I spent most of last night crying, but I know it’s something we have to do. We have to do this. We don’t have a choice. There are almost two hundred people in the pack now, and growing every day. That’s two hundred people that would be killed or captured if other packs sensed weakness. I’m the weakness.” Jimin’s voice wavered as he fought off the urge to sob. Namjoon pulled away enough to grab Jimin’s face with pull hands, forcing him to look him in the eye.
“Hey, no. You are no weakness. We had a problem, and you solved it, sacrificing for the good of the pack. Yoongi may be my official right hand, but everyone is well aware that you are the real power behind me. We all love and trust you, every single person under our care respects you, there is nothing about you that is a weakness.” Namjoon sighs heavily and wipes Jimin’s tears before nuzzling his head into Jimin’s hair.
“Am I sad that we couldn’t have pups together? Yes, but not because it makes you a weakness or a burden, or whatever other things you’ve been telling yourself. But because it’s always been my dream to build a family with someone as wonderful as you. And we can still have that. Seokjin...it may take some time to figure things out, but he seems decent. The pups might not come from inside you, but you’ll have as much a hand in raising them as anyone. You can teach them to be strong and kind, to be filled with sweetness and laughter. I’ve always been sure that the reason I turned out half as well as I did is that I always had you at my side. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for my children.”
“Wow, when did my Joonie get so wise and smooth?” Jimin cooed and kissed the side of his neck. Namjoon chuckled and began scenting Jimin, starting from his hair and moving down towards his cheek and finally into his neck.
“We need to get back soon. I’ve avoided my duties all morning. Just let me do this first.” Namjoon murmured into Jimin’s neck as he nipped at it.
Jimin purred, pleased by the attention and getting practically drunk off the alpha’s scent. He burrowed himself into Namjoon’s neck, nibbling and licking on the side that bore Jimin’s mark. He’d nearly forgotten about the other one until the faint scent of caramel coming from it reminded him. It was still too new for the smell to have been thoroughly washed away. Jimin couldn’t stop the light growl as he stared. His mind knew that it had to happen, but his heart and omega didn’t.
“Mine.” Jimin hissed and pushed a startled Namjoon onto the soft grass. The alpha quickly grasped the situation and relaxed, baring his neck for Jimin to scent as he pleased.
For an alpha to bare their neck to anyone was against their very nature. It was submissive and left them open for an attack. But for Jimin he merely sighed and allowed the omega to drench him in his comforting vanilla scent, only making the lightest of sounds when Jimin would take the time to suck a new mark onto his exposed chest. Jimin could feel his slick dripping down his thighs as he got more and more worked up, and suddenly he needed.
“Baby?” Jimin whispered as he moved back up to look Namjoon in the eyes.
“Yeah?” His eyes grew large in worry when he noticed Jimin’s timid expression.
“I need...I need to fuck you.”
Namjoon’s concerned gaze quickly changed into a smirk, complete with both of his annoyingly gorgeous dimples on display.
“Of course. You don’t have to say it. Come here, sweetheart.” Namjoon opened his arms in invitation to cuddle again, but Jimin was quick to shake his head.
“No. I need to fuck you.”
“Oh,” Namjoon observed Jimin, surprise evident in his eyes. They’d fooled around with stuff before, obviously. Jimin had eaten him out plenty, and he was familiar with a finger or two. But to completely bend over for an omega?
“Okay.”
Jimin’s head shot up from where he’d been staring at Namjoon’s chest as he let the other make a decision. Namjoon was just gazing at him with fondness and love and didn’t seem upset that he’d asked.
“Yeah? I just - I know it’s barbaric of me, and I sound like a possessive alpha instead of a “proper” omega, but I just...need this.” Jimin rambled.
“Baby, it’s okay. I get it. You want to remind me who I belong to. I’m an alpha; if anyone understands that feeling, it’s me. I’m still going to do the same to you later, but I want you to do this. Stake your claim, sweetheart. Remind me who my soulmate is.” Namjoon mumbled as he turned over and raised his ass in the air, presenting like an omega, complete with a cocky teasing smile over his shoulder.
Jimin growled and ripped off his clothes faster than he could ever remember. He collected his own slick in his hand, using it to coat his fingers and Namjoon’s hole. At the first press of Jimin’s little fingers, Namjoon moaned and backed into them a little. This was easy. This was explored territory already. Jimin slid his finger all the way inside before trying for another. He slowly moved them in and out and pet Namjoon’s thighs in comfort, cooing as his alpha’s breathing sped up and his cock hardened until hit his stomach.
“Such a good alpha. Being such a good boy for your omega.” Jimin softly praised him. Namjoon obviously didn’t mind because he grumbled a curse as he slammed his ass into Jimin’s hand, searching for more. Jimin giggled and pressed a kiss against Namjoon’s hip.
He knew he couldn’t reach the little bundle of nerves with his fingers so he focused on loosening up Namjoon’s entrance enough that he wouldn’t hurt him. Jimin wasn’t as big as Namjoon was, but his cock was still thick enough that it would hurt a little the first time. When he decided it was safe to continue, he gathered up more of the slick that was falling from him and applied more generously to Namjoon’s hole before he lined himself up.
“Are you ready?” Jimin asked softly, grabbing hold of one of Namjoon’s cheeks and pressing the tip of his cock against him.
“Yeah, go ahead sweetheart. I trust you to take care of your alpha.” Namjoon moaned lowly as Jimin gently entered, pausing to let them both get used to the new sensation once Jimin bottomed out.
“Fuck, I can tell why you like this. It’s so tight and warm. You feel so good wrapped around me, Namjoon.” Jimin observed breathlessly, nibbling on his bottom lip in an effort to keep himself under control.
“Move, Jimin. I can take it. Fuck me good, baby.” Namjoon wiggled his ass with impatience, chuckling as he peeked over his shoulder to watch Jimin struggle, no doubt remembering how hard it had been to control himself the first time he’d been inside Jimin.
Jimin nodded and pulled out slowly until just the tip was inside, before taking one deep breath and slamming back in one fell swoop. It felt incredible, and as Jimin began pounding into Namjoon relentlessly, all he could think about was why didn’t they try this earlier?
Jimin felt powerful and more confident with every slap of his hips against his alpha’s ass, occasionally using more of his own generously flowing slick to make it wetter, loving the lewd sounds echoing around them. Namjoon was being so loud and moaning praises and endearments, egging Jimin into fucking him harder and faster.
This was his mate. His alpha. He was taking it like a good omega for no one but Jimin. Jimin felt drunk on the power and wanted nothing more than for Seokjin to show up and see just who Namjoon belonged to.
The thought alone brought Jimin close to the edge, and he leaned over and began nipping at Namjoon’s back since he couldn’t reach his neck from this angle.
“Mine. Tell me.” Jimin growled, digging his hands into Namjoon’s thigh’s harder the closer he got.
“Yours! All yours. I love you, Jimin. Love you...oh god...” Namjoon was practically sobbing as he came, digging his nails into the grass below him.
Jimin was quick to follow, pumping a few more times before releasing inside. With a ragged groan, he slowly pulled out, holding Namjoon’s cheeks open to enjoy the view. He just came inside an alpha. Jimin watched his cum seep from Namjoon’s abused hole and felt like a God.
With a pleased grin, he maneuvered them both onto their backs and pulled Namjoon close to cuddle, reaching up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Are you okay? Everything feels alright?” Jimin asked, watching Namjoon’s face for any signs of discomfort.
Namjoon seemed fine, however, as he glanced down to meet Jimin’s eyes with a dopey smile on his face.
“Yeah. All good. You were incredible. Uh...feel free to do that whenever you need to.” Namjoon waggled his eyebrows at Jimin, who merely scoffed despite being very happy he did well.
They stayed quiet for a while, just staring up at the sky and holding each other close.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Jimin said quietly.
“Me too.” Namjoon tightened his grip on Jimin’s shoulders, holding him snug to his chest.
Jimin sighed wearily. “We should probably wash up a little and head back.”
“I would if I could, but I have forgotten everything I’ve ever learned.” Namjoon jokes as he sits up to stretch. “I’ve decided to stay here until I grow into a tree.”
“Well, we should probably head back long enough to let Yoongi in on that plan. If he finds out we’ve turned into trees without him getting to be a rock, he’ll be pissed.” Jimin giggles and leans over to peck his silly grinning alpha.
Namjoon just pauses and stares at Jimin, who suddenly feels self-conscious enough to stop laughing.
“What?”
Namjoon shakes his head. “Nothing. You’re just...you’re so beautiful. Thank you for being mine. I’m never letting you go. I love you.”
Jimin blushes and throws Namjoon’s clothes towards him. “Shut up. I love you too. Let’s go.”
***
“This is delicious!”
Namjoon and Jimin had decided to head back to their dwelling to grab something to eat before going about their day. And, of course, Seokjin had an admittingly pleasant-smelling stew waiting for them. Namjoon couldn’t stop praising it as he shoveled it into his mouth with gusto, acting like Jimin had been starving him for all these years.
“Hey, slow down before you choke yourself.” Jimin admonished him quietly before finally deciding to try it himself since his stomach didn’t understand his unwillingness to appreciate the meal.
He wanted to dislike it, but when the first bite hit his tongue, there was no denying that it was perfect. It was probably even better than his own mother’s. It was rich in flavor, chocked full of elk meat, herbs, and veggies. The last time Jimin had tried to make the same dish it had somehow congealed all together, making some sort of meat jelly.
“I’m glad you two seem to like it. Namjoon’s mother told me last night that it’s a favorite and one of the few dishes he’ll eat with vegetables in it.” Jin beamed proudly before starting on his own bowl.
The fact that Seokjin was already having conversations like that with Namjoon’s mother just irritated Jimin even more. This was his family. That woman had practically helped raise Jimin, and now she was aiding the enemy. She was probably thrilled that Namjoon would be getting decent meals regularly.
“By the way, Jimin, I wanted to tell you that’s a beautiful necklace you’re wearing. I believe that is Jasper?” Seokjin asked as he glanced at Jimin with an eager expression.
Jimin guessed he was just trying to make it less awkward, and for Namjoon’s sake he took the bait.
“I believe so, yes. Namjoon would know better because he collects them. This was my courting gift.”
“Well, it’s lovely. Red is a good color for you.”
“You knew the name - are you interested in stones too? I have a whole collection if you’d like to see.” Namjoon said eagerly, bouncing in his seat as he tends to do once something he’s interested in is brought up.
“A little. I couldn’t go hunting for them or anything like you, because that would have meant digging through snow and ice, but I do find stones and gems pretty.” Seokjin grinned and propped his chin in his hand.
“I could show you all the best spots sometime if you’d like. There’s a cave not far from here that has a lot of great stones, and I find loads in the rivers. I found Jimin’s stone in our favorite area of the river. I was just sitting there wondering what to make for him when I spotted the red shimmering in the water. It was like a sign.” Namjoon sighed lovingly and grinned at Jimin, who pet his necklace with a blush.
“Jimin is a lucky omega,” Seokjin remarks with a chuckle.
Jimin’s hand clutches his spoon tighter when he notices the shy and uncertain expression on Namjoon’s face as he looks at Seokjin, somehow knowing what was coming next.
“I could...make you one too? I mean, I probably should, right? This...we have the thing...and. I don’t know, I have a whole collection you can pick from, or we could go find one together since you’ve never been able to go hunt for them before? It could be fun I suppose.” Namjoon rambled nervously.
Seokjin nodded, “I’d like to go hunting for them sometime. It would certainly give me a chance to get to know my new home better, too.”
“Oh! That’s right, you still don’t know where anything is. Jiminie could probably show you around later if you wanted. You don’t mind, do you baby? I know you have your Pack Omega tasks, and you’ll want to see Jungkook and Yoongi now that they’re back, but could you make the time?”
Jimin really wanted to say that there was no way, but it was Namjoon asking, and Jimin didn’t like disappointing him.
“Of course. I’ll come back to fetch you after I finish my rounds. Probably in about four hours?”
Seokjin nodded, and that annoying gentle smile was back on his face. “That’s perfect. It will give me time to finish unpacking.”
“Well, now that’s all settled, I have to get to the main lodge. We are expecting the scouts back today. Have a good day, you two. Thank you for the meal, Seokjin, it was delicious.” Namjoon stood up and held out his hand to help Jimin up as well.
He awkwardly waved at Seokjin before leaning down to kiss Jimin goodbye, whispering be good against his lips.
“I promise nothing,” Jimin smirked, and Namjoon left the dwelling with a chuckle.
“Okay, so I’ll be leaving too. Thank you for the food. I’ll be back later.” Jimin rushed out with barely a wave, letting the door slam on Seokjin’s farewell.
***
“You’re cute when you’re angry.”
Jimin grimaces at Taehyung’s comment and splashes him with a little bit of the yellow dandelion water they were using to dye cloth for Jungkook. Taehyung insisted that yellow was the young alpha’s favorite color. Therefore he needed yellow cloth to make him something. And somehow, Jimin had been roped into helping.
“I’m not angry. I’m just annoyed, and rightly so. I’m an omega sharing my alpha with another omega. It’s going to make anyone irritated.” Jimin snaps and wrings the cloth, avoiding Taehyung’s eyes.
“Maybe you’re irritated. But you’re also angry. It’s not good to hold that in, Jiminie. I mean, you’re being petty as hell right now. You were supposed to just show him around, and here it is almost dark and you’re here avoiding him still.”
“Who made Jimin angry?”
Jimin jumps a little, startled by the new voice behind them.
“JUNGKOOKIE!” Taehyung squeals and leaps into Jungkook’s waiting arms, wrapping his long legs around the alpha’s tiny waist.
Taehyung and Jungkook’s kisses are always loud and last way too long for the public eye, so Jimin loudly clears his throat to remind them where they are. They both untangle themselves and look at Jimin with slightly dazed expressions and disgustingly wet lips.
“Don’t act like I didn’t catch you and Namjoon in the fields when he came home from that two-month journey a few years ago. Gosh, Jimin, we grow our food there.” Taehyung smirks before answering Jungkook. “That new omega you brought here. Jimin’s angry at him.”
“I thought he was nice, but I’ll kick his ass if you want me to,” Jungkook responds with a grin. Taehyung coos and curls in tighter against him.
“Listen to my big, strong alpha. We’ll make such cute babies.”
“Hell yeah, we will!” Jungkook agreed smugly.
“You guys are gross, and no, I don’t need an alpha to beat up an omega. Especially not when it looks like the omega would give you a good fight.” Jimin shook his head fondly. “Welcome back though, Kook. We’ve missed you. How was your first journey out of the territory?”
“It was awesome! I mean, it was being led by Yoongi, so it went slower than I wanted it to because he had to stop every hour, but it was great. So many awesome things to see, and lots of stuff to climb. I brought presents back for everyone. Oh, and we went hunting for a whale! It was huge and their whole pack helped. It was good. A little weird, but good. Pretty sure I almost died, like three times, it was awesome.”
“Your idea of awesome and mine are completely different, but I’m glad you had fun.” Jimin laughed, standing up and giving the boy a hug. As he pulled away, he caught a whiff of mint coming closer.
“You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?” Yoongi drawled, smirking as he made his way to the group.
“Many, many times.” Jimin laughed before forcing Yoongi to accept a hug too, giggling when the beta pretended to groan and go stiff.
Jimin released him and moved the dye project out of the way so everyone could sit together in front of Taehyung’s family dwelling. Jungkook and Taehyung still had yet to dislodge from each other and were sitting side by side, staring into each other’s eyes in silent conversation. Jimin missed being that free with Namjoon.
Yoongi settled against a log before clearing his throat meaningfully, staring at Jimin like he could see into his soul.
“So, how are you holding up?”
Jimin sigh wearily. He knew that out of everyone, Yoongi would head straight to the issue.
“I’m...doing okay. It hurts, obviously. Namjoon did his duty, though, and the mating is complete.”
“And how is Seokjin treating you? He seemed nice enough on the journey back, but he could be different with you, who knows?”
“No, he’s freaking perfect. He’s nice to me, showed me respect. He’s a good cook. He even made his own separate nest. I’d probably like him very much if he wasn’t having sex with my mate.”
Yoongi snorted and bumped his shoulder into Jimin’s. “Look, I know you’re doing this for the pack, everyone knows and respects you for it, but don’t forget about yourself. He seemed nice enough, kind of a dork, but not a bad sort. Make sure you tell them what you expect, what you want. I love Namjoon, he’s my best friend, but I don’t know how he’s going to juggle two omegas with his scatterbrain. So demand your time. I know you’re going to have a problem with that, but if you want, I’ll watch out and kick his ass if he’s slacking.”
Jimin smiled faintly and reached out to squeeze Yoongi’s hand. “Thank you. I don’t know how I’m going to handle this, but I feel better knowing I have you guys to depend on.”
“Of course, Chim Chim, we’re always here for you.” Taehyung murmured as he finally left Jungkook’s side only to wrap himself completely around Jimin. They giggled together for a minute before Jungkook finally separated them, demanding Taehyung so they could go “for a walk.”
“You’d think they’d have picked a new code word for that by now. Surely they know we are all aware that means they are going to have sex in the woods.”
“By now I just assume they want us to know, the kinky bastards.” Yoongi’s glare at their retreating backs was laced with fondness, making Jimin giggle.
When the two were finally gone, Yoongi turned to Jimin. “You should head home, pup. Namjoon was headed that way a bit ago, and he doesn’t look like he’s been sleeping well.”
Jimin sighed and nodded, knowing that as usual, Yoongi was right. He stood up and said his goodnights to the beta and headed home. He had to admit, sleeping in his own furs tonight, wrapped up in Namjoon’s embrace, sounded incredible. The exhaustion from not sleeping well himself the past few nights was catching up with him.
He hummed as he walked and tried to think of a good excuse for not showing Seokjin around. He’ll do it, eventually, he just hadn’t wanted to today.
Once his home came into view he began smiling, anxious to see his alpha. He put his hand on the door, only to pause when he heard a sound, almost like smacking. His felt his heart speed up and it became hard to breathe as dread pooled in his stomach. He knew he shouldn’t, he knew he didn’t want to see, but he opened the door anyway, slowly so it wouldn’t make a sound.
His furs were clear so he looked to the left where Seokjin had put his snowy white nest. The omega was naked with his head being pushed into the furs, mewling in pleasure as an equally naked Namjoon was slamming into him from behind, growling roughly. Jimin watched silently, tears running down his face, as Namjoon lost himself in the slick heat of the omega. With a final yell, Namjoon pushed into Seokjin and groaned as he knotted him, holding still as he filled him with cum. He turned them both onto their sides to wait out the knot, licking the mating bite on Seokjin’s neck.
Jimin slipped out as quietly as he came in and dropped onto the ground, crying into his hands. He’d thought it was hard knowing it happened. It was worse seeing them in action, seeing how much Namjoon enjoyed himself. Jimin didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to go in there with all of that happening. He hoped Taehyung would take him in again tonight.
A scout was running towards the dwelling, so Jimin forced himself to stand up and wipe his eyes. The beta looked terrified when he finally caught up with him, bending over and trying to catch his breath.
“Is the Pack Alpha available? I have news.” The scout stuttered between breaths.
“He’s...not. Tell me. What’s wrong?”
“We spotted the Pack Alpha of the North Valley wolves coming this way. He had a party of at least forty and they didn’t look friendly. They were in war paint.”
Genre & Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Stillbirth. Poly relationship. Angst, fluff. Only hinted smut in this chapter. Might get more graphic in future chapters, I haven’t decided yet ;)
Notes: Ayyy, my first abo. I’ve always been curious about writing this au, but was almost too embarrassed to. But fuck it, I do what I want. I hope you guys enjoy. This will be angsty for a bit before we get to the fluff (Which there will be! Namjoon is a sweetie pie!)
Jimin’s eyes felt too heavy to open them, so he gave up. He inhaled lightly, discovering he was surrounded by the scent of dried herbs and some potion bubbling away near the fire, the familiar smells of the dwelling for the pack’s healer. Jimin’s mind was still too cloudy for him to remember why he would be here.
He tried to sit up, but his body wasn’t cooperating. He felt stiff and sore, the muscles in his abdomen contracting painfully when he decided to move. A low voice made a calming sound, pushing his shoulder down completely.
“You’re finally awake, I see. Don’t jostle around too much. Your stitches are still fresh, and you’ll be groggy because of the potion I used to put you under. Once your head is a little more clear we’ll get you to try walking. It will reduce your pain in the long run if you get up and moving soon.”
Jimin swallowed thickly trying to get his dry throat to work and managed to open his eyes just enough to peek through. “Healer Lily, why am I here?”
“Oh, Jimin.” She sighed, sadness rife in her voice. “I’m...afraid you lost the pup.”
No. Jimin thought. It can’t be. He’d made it so long this time. Five whole months.
“But...we...you said it should be safe past the fifth month. I didn’t even do anything. I was bed bound this whole time. What did I do wrong?” Jimin sniffled, not having the strength yet to even yell like he wanted to.
“You did nothing wrong, little omega. We all did everything we could. You took all the herbs I told you to, stayed in bed, ate well. There is nothing more you could have done.” Healer Lily explained softly. Jimin felt her blessedly cool hands stroke his damp bangs away from his forehead, trying to soothe him. He couldn’t be eased that easily.
“There’s more, Jimin. We nearly lost you this time. You waited too long to tell anyone you were having problems and nearly died. I had to put you under and clean you out internally and pack you with herbs to kill the infection. I took the chance to look around while I had you open. You’re so scarred inside that it will be a miracle if you ever get pregnant again, let alone carry to term. It’s my opinion as a healer that you should stop trying, Jimin. Next time I might not be able to save you.” The ancient healer’s voice trembled with emotion, her grief releasing a bitter scent that Jimin could taste on his tongue.
Healer Lily had been there for his own birth and now had helped him through three miscarriages. He didn’t doubt the sincerity of her sympathy. He lightly squeezed her other hand that she had threaded through his once he gained more alertness.
He had Healer Lily help him scoot up just a little bit as his strength slowly returned and his mind cleared. He now remembered how he got here. The shooting pains he had been having for a few days followed by his mate’s panicked yelling as he found Jimin laying in blood. After that, it was a blur, but he assumed Namjoon had brought him here.
“The baby…” Jimin said softly, and Healer Lily gazed at him in pity.
“You want to know what it was?” She asked.
Jimin nodded and held his breath, knowing the answer was going to hurt.
“It was a boy.” Jimin exhaled loudly, nodding in acknowledgment as the tears finally filled his eyes. A boy, just like they’d wanted. An heir for their pack.
“Can I see him?” Jimin mumbled softly as he stared at his hands.
“He’s not...fully formed. I kept him wrapped up for you though, so you could...put him to rest. Are you sure you want to see?” Healer Lily asked as she stood up and walked over to a bundle covered with a yellow blanket. Jimin recognized it as the blanket he’d knit for the baby when he’d found out he was pregnant again.
Jimin reached his arms out. “Please. I just want to hold my baby at least once.”
Healer Lily nodded sorrowfully and gently picked up the bundle, placing it into Jimin’s waiting arms. He tucked the blanket off to the side and stared at his son. He was so tiny, probably not weighing much over a pound, and had thin nearly transparent skin. He understood what the healer meant when she said he wasn’t entirely formed. He looked like a little alien he’d seen in one of Namjoon’s precious books. A delicate little alien with ten fingers, ten toes, Jimin’s mouth, Namjoon’s chin, and the promise of a head of black hair. Just last week this tiny little creature had started fluttering around in Jimin, and he’d been so excited to share the news with Namjoon. He traced his finger down the small nose, memorizing the features of the only child he’d ever have, amazed that the baby still smells slightly of Jimin’s own warm vanilla scent and a hint of earth that was it's own.
The door to the healer’s dwelling opened, and the room was filled with the scent of his alpha, the cinnamon unusually heavy due to his turbulent emotions. He glances around, relief filling his face once he sees that Jimin is finally awake, then sorrow as he takes in the scene in front of him.
“Jimin? Baby, how do you feel?” Namjoon asked as he pulled up a stool next to his bed.
“I don’t know. Kinda feeling everything right now.” Jimin answered softly, leaning into Namjoon’s hand as he reached out to caress his face.
“I took a look at our son earlier. He has your pinkie.” Namjoon’s huff of laughter makes Jimin smile slightly and take one last look at his son before wrapping him back up and handing him to the waiting healer.
“Did you have a name picked for him, Jimin? I’ll put him in the records for you.” Healer Lily asked.
“Min Seon. Kim Min Seon.” Jimin responded softly. Namjoon smiled tenderly at the choice. It was in their top three names to use. It meant intelligent and kind.
Healer Lily nodded in acknowledgment, picking up the bundle and leaving the dwelling. Jimin finally allowed himself to give in to the overwhelming torrent of despair that he’d been fighting off. He cradled his face in his hands, sobbing his heart out. His mate tried to help him, tried to release calming pheromones and scenting his neck, while his own tears fell onto Jimin’s shoulders.
“Take me home, please.” Jimin pleaded with a choked sob. Namjoon gathered him gently and carried him bridal style from the site of so much pain.
***
“Joon?” Jimin woke up in the middle of the night almost a week after the horrible ordeal, desperate to wake his alpha.
Namjoon hummed in acknowledgment and tightened his hold on the omega, rubbing his chin into Jimin’s hair.
“ S’matter, baby?” He mumbled with his voice still thick and low from sleep.
“I just had a thought. I’m never going to give you a baby. And you’re the pack Alpha. You have to have an heir, or someone will challenge you for your position. One that your family has held for countless generations.” Jimin explained to the slowly waking Namjoon. He could tell by the gradually tightening jaw that the implications of their situation were finally sinking in.
“There’s nothing we can do about it, Jimin. If it comes down to it, I’m sure I can pass it to some cousin or something.” Jimin could tell that Namjoon was trying to convince even himself that everything was going to be okay. But it wasn’t.
“What if I told you there was something we could do? Something that hasn’t been done in our pack for quite a few generations?”
Namjoon turned his head down to look at Jimin curiously. “Like what? You want to raid someone’s pack for pups or something?”
Jimin snorted, although the idea sounded more tempting than the one he was about to propose.
“No. Joonie, you’ll have to take a second omega. One that can give you the pups that I can’t.” Jimin whispered, hating the words coming out of his own mouth.
“Absolutely not,” Namjoon growled clutched Jimin closer. “Baby, we’ll figure something out, okay? We don’t need to go to such extremes. I don’t want anyone else but my mate.”
Jimin preened hearing his Alpha’s possessiveness over him, but he knew this was the only way. It was time to prove he held the position of Pack Omega for a reason.
“Namjoon. Look at me.” He ordered quietly, the Alpha meeting his eyes reluctantly. “It’s not just about us. This is about the good of the entire pack. What’s good for them right now is an assured succession, so no one comes to challenge you and threaten their safety. Not all Alpha’s are as good and caring as you or take care of their people as well. Our pack thrives under your family's care. Soon enough, word will spread that I’ve been unable to provide you an heir and Alpha’s will start believing it’s their chance to take us down, something they’ve been trying for generations.” Jimin stroked Namjoon’s face as he explained something he knew that his Alpha was already aware of, even if he didn’t want to acknowledge it right now.
“Jimin...I don’t want to. I just want you. And won’t this hurt you?” Namjoon was practically whining, his grip on Jimin bordering on painful as if he thought the omega was going to disappear.
“I won’t lie, it will. So much. It will hurt more though when the pack begins blaming me when we get raided, and our people are being killed or stolen.” Jimin leans up and kisses Namjoon softly.
“I hate this, and I’m sorry we have to go through this because of me. I love you, and I’ll always stay by your side. But this has to happen. You need to go to the council tomorrow and tell them to find you a second omega. If I have to ask that will be more painful for me.”
Namjoon sighed and maneuvered himself until he was looming over the omega. “I’ll do this because you asked me to and because technically it is the wisest course of action. I don’t like it. I’ll talk to the council tomorrow, but if you want me to call it off at any time, I will.” Namjoon stared into Jimin’s eyes, making sure the omega understood.
Jimin pulled the Alpha down closer to his face, nuzzling his nose with his. “Okay. I’ll still be your favorite though, right?”
Namjoon chuckled as the omega’s sweet vanilla scent thickened in the air. Jimin smirked coyly up at him, and Namjoon dropped his weight a little more on top of the omega so he could kiss and nibble the mating scar he’d left on Jimin’s neck three years ago.
“My favorite pretty omega. My best friend, my mate. You’ve been my favorite since we were pups, I don’t see that ever changing. I love you.” Namjoon murmured against Jimin’s neck.
“I love you too, my Alpha,” Jimin responded sweetly as he gave into his mate’s insistent grinding and let him prove it to him without words.
***
Life went on as usual for about three months with no word from the council of elders, although they were looking. Jimin just went about his daily routines of hanging out with his beta friend Taehyung, helping around the pack, holding council as the first omega, and generally just letting himself heal. He occasionally lets himself hope that there wouldn’t be an omega mate good enough for their pack Alpha to be found.
After all, the Red Mountain Pack was legendary. They were so named due to their proximity to the vast Red Mountains that many called unpassable and provided them with protection. Their pack Alpha was intelligent and strong, coming from a line of authority hundreds of years long. Their people were happy and thriving in a territory that was filled with plenty of land, rivers, and game. The few times that other packs had tried to raid them in generations past all failed thanks to the strength of their leadership. In other words, whatever omega the council found had to be exceptional.
When Namjoon came into their dwelling frowning and staring at Jimin glumly, he knew that his hopes were dashed.
“They found someone, didn’t they?” Jimin whispered as Namjoon crouched in front of him and grabbed both of his hands in his, rubbing his thumbs across the back of them.
“They did. The Alpha of the Kanut pack to the east has three children. Two are already spoken for, but he has a male omega that is just a bit older than both of us. Seokjin. He’s a son of a pack leader, so the council already loved him enough for that, but they sent a scout and claim he’s perfect for us because of his personality and looks as well. They explained the situation and apparently he’s agreed to come. He’s happy about being picked for our pack, even if he is second omega. He didn’t think he’d get any more offers due to his age.”
Jimin nodded as he listened. Of course they would find the perfect omega that just happened to be born to a pack Alpha.
“When is he going to be here?” Jimin forced himself to ask.
“As soon as you give the word, I’ll either tell Yoongi to go escort him here, or to cancel everything. If you want this stopped, just say the word.” Namjoon was gazing into Jimin’s eyes pleadingly, and the omega was pleased that his Alpha desperately didn’t want to do this. But Jimin didn’t want Namjoon to blame him and hate him years from now when their pack goes up in flames.
“Let Yoongi go fetch the omega. Make sure you send Jungkook with him so he won’t complain so much. He’s happier when he has a lackey there to do his bidding.” Jimin said, smiling as though all was right with the world. Namjoon sighed and nodded, leaving the dwelling reluctantly to pass on the orders to his second in command.
***
The beautiful sunset lent a romantic glow to the whole mating ceremony that Jimin resented, but not as much as he did the appearance of the Kanut omega.
Kim Seokjin, already conveniently having the same last name as Namjoon, arrived with his entourage of escorts that would all leave in the morning after the ceremony. He was stunning. Tall and broad with big pouty lips rivaling Jimin’s own that seemed to always be on the edge of amusement. Big dark eyes and smooth skin. Jimin observed his pack openly admiring the beautiful omega, everyone incredibly pleased with the choice for their Alpha.
Jimin wanted to give into his omega urges that were telling him to warn the other omega off from his Alpha. He wanted to scratch and claw at the other’s beautiful face. He watched as Seokjin reached where Namjoon was standing, a council elder ready to start the ceremony. The omega grinned sweetly at Namjoon, who merely nodded. The alpha searched the crowd and Jimin knew he was looking for him. He stayed hidden, not wanting to tempt either of them into stopping the ceremony.
As the ceremony drew closer to the end, Jimin’s scent grew sharp and bitter, the thick pheromones signaling distress becoming so evident that the people around him were starting to notice and glance at him in sympathy. They all loved Jimin and knew how much he loved his Alpha.
***
According to their mothers, Namjoon and Jimin had been the best of friends from the moment they could walk. When Jimin was ten, however, he’d decided he loved his clumsy friend and wanted to be his mate the way his parents were. When he’d explained this to his friend, Namjoon had laughed.
“You know that’s not how it works, right? You find your mate when you imprint on each other, or if you’re soul mates. Besides, we don’t even know what we’re going to present as.”
“Well, what if we already imprinted and that’s why we are as close as we are?”
“What do you mean?
“I hear the elders. They always talk about how odd it is for us to act like a bonded couple at such a young age. I don’t know what that means, but maybe we imprinted when we were babies! How would we know? We were two.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened in thought. “You may be right.”
“Of course I’m right. So when you present as an Alpha, I’ll present as an omega and we can be mates. You and me forever, kay?”
Namjoon smiled fondly at his friend, having learned years ago that it was pointless to try to talk the boy out of anything. “Okay, Jiminie. You and me forever.”
Over the years, Jimin and Namjoon grew to love each other more each day, until they neared adulthood and were sure that their love was the real thing. Namjoon grew tall and strong, and Jimin was proud to be at his side. They even had their own little pack of friends now. Betas Taehyung and Yoongi, and Jungkook who was suspected to present as an Alpha.
As luck would have it, they both presented at eighteen. Namjoon as an Alpha, to the joy of the entire pack. And Jimin as an omega a few months later. He and Namjoon liked to joke that mother nature herself knew not to go against the will of Jimin. They were also more than sure that they were soulmates and wanted to mate as soon as possible.
However, Namjoon had to shadow his father for a couple years since the man wanted to hand the reigns over to Namjoon right away. He asked Namjoon to hold off on mating until he was twenty so he could focus on the pack first and foremost. Namjoon had agreed, but that didn’t stop him from sneaking kisses from Jimin during their walks along the river.
Jimin had his share of dumb Alphas showing up and trying to court him or watching as silly betas and omegas thought they had a chance with the pack Alpha. He had piles of courting gifts that he barely glanced at.
Until one day he walked out of his parent's dwelling and found a necklace with a beautiful stone attached. He only knew of one wolf that collected pretty stones.
With a huge smile, he ran to Namjoon’s dwelling and threw himself across his lap.
“Yes.” Jimin giggled at the surprised Alpha.
“Jiminie, I didn’t even ask you yet. And there’s still more courting gifts.” Namjoon grinned, holding the omega closer and inhaling against his neck.
“I don’t care. You’ve always known it’s a yes. You and me forever.” Jimin cooed, leaning in to properly kiss his future mate.
They’d had their own ceremony just a month after that since Namjoon had wanted to wait until after to claim him and Jimin wanted to pounce on his Alpha as soon as possible. They’d stayed in the dwelling that Namjoon had built for Jimin for a week straight, only coming out when Healer Lily wanted to know if they were still alive.
***
Jimin was brought back to the present when a hand gently grasped his shoulder. He looked up through teary eyes to see Taehyung watching him sadly. Taehyung had been there through it all and knew that Namjoon was Jimin’s entire world. Jimin was grateful for the calming pheromones the beta was trying to use on him as he watched the ceremony come to a close. The elder escorted Seokjin and Namjoon to the entrance of their dwelling. The home that Namjoon had built with his own hands for Jimin.
Jimin’s choked back a sob as Namjoon stopped at the entrance, letting Seokjin go ahead of him as he scanned the crowd yet again, looking for Jimin. The omega could smell Namjoon’s cinnamon scent so strongly from his hiding place as if Namjoon was trying to summon him, but he fought the pull and stayed where he was. He didn’t want to see any more apologetic gazes or be close enough to hear the love of his life mating someone else.
Jimin watched as Namjoon’s head bowed as he accepted the inevitable and entered the dwelling, closing the door behind him and the new omega.
Jimin let Taehyung lead him away to stay at his parent’s dwelling for the night, and gratefully accepted the comforting cuddles the beta offered as he surrounded the both of them in furs. He would go home tomorrow. But tonight....tonight he wanted to mourn.
