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Taehyung wakes to the scent of slick tickling his nose. He grimaces wondering how Namjoon is already in heat again before he becomes aware of the sticky feeling between his thighs and the slight itchy burn he feels under his skin. Taehyung wiggles and the scrape of the blanket along his bare skin sends pleasure through his body.
Well, he thinks, now what? Moving is clearly a mistake as every slide against his body his brain is confusing as a pleasurable touch, but he doesn’t know why he is in heat. Well, he knows why. Clearly, this is a presentation heat, but he had been happy as a beta. Their pack is not unbalanced, one alpha, three omegas, and three betas.
At least his body didn’t decide that they needed another alpha because he doesn’t know how Jin-hyung would react to that. Maybe it’s because they have three omegas that his status decided to change because of the pheromones he deals with on a daily basis. But that seems more like a weird introduction to porn than it is based in reality.
He shakes his head and tries to focus more on what’s happening, he can figure out the reason later. Taehyung sits up, stopping his body from instinctually rutting on the blanket held between his thighs. He wants a shower, he feels gross.
Taehyung sniffs. Namjoon’s lingering creamy scent hits his nose. He cocks his head to the side, his nose hadn’t been great as a beta, but he knows that Namjoon should smell like citrus. Again, a problem for him when he is out of heat, and besides Jin-hyung and the rest of the rapline probably have already noticed the change. It’s probably just stress clouding his normal scent since its comeback season.
That is another problem, everyone knows him to be Taehyung a beta, a surprise presentation is going to be a PR nightmare. He tries to clear his head and focus on the things that he can deal with at the moment. What was it that he wanted to do?
Shower. Right. That had been his goal, getting a shower. Taehyung makes sure his feet are properly planted on the ground. He successfully stands before a simmer of heat races down his spine and he is toppling forward to the ground, palm already shoved between his legs.
Taehyung rocks against his palm. If he comes he can think and then he’ll know how to get into the shower. Maple tickles his nose, and he wonders if it’s maple like the syrup or more like the trees before he makes the connection in his head that Jimin is standing in front of him.
“Tae?” Jimin asks quietly, “you smell... you smell like cookies n’ cream, or whatever that ice cream thing is you loved.”
Tae sniffs at his shirt collar, realizing that the creamy scent had come from him and not Namjoon. He whines slightly when he realizes that his leader isn’t with pups. Which makes sense because Hobi-hyung is very good at making sure suppressants and birth control are taken when they’re supposed to. But it would also be more of a powdery scent, right?
“Tae, darling,” Jimin’s hands feel great on his face, cool, like a balm, but he doesn’t know when Jimin got so close.
“What’s going on?”
“Heat?” He tilts his head, “mm body decided it wanted to be an omega I guess.”
Jimin shakes his head, “now of all times? Why?”
Tae shrugs, “maybe my wolf likes seeing the omegas getting taken care of.”
“Well, maybe,” Jimin says, “did you not get any warning?”
Taehyung shakes his head. He didn’t expect one, his mother had explained to him when he only quasi-presented as a beta that he was one of the few individuals that have some control of what he presents as. Which he supposes if there isn’t a problem in the pack then it must be just what his wolf wants. Not that it chose the most opportune time.
He can’t really scold his wolf-brain either because it’s currently too distracted by Jimin touching his face but not doing anything else. Taehyung covers Jimin’s hands with his and then leans forward to his neck. The maple scent quiets some of the want in his brain, but he also realizes that he is currently rubbing against Jimin’s denim-clad thigh.
“Okay, yeah,” Jimin says softly, “this is a heat, I’m gonna call Jungkookie, I don’t think I can get you into the shower by myself. Don’t do anything weird.”
“Want a shower, that’s where I was going,” Taehyung says helpfully.
Jimin pushes his hair back, “I’m sure my love.”
Taehyung just searches for the strongest point of Jimin’s scent. Licking at it to try and encourage it to produce more. Jimin groans softly, so he takes that as a go-ahead and he rubs his cheek against his scent gland.
Pine hits his nose and he whimpers in confusion, he knows Jimin’s scent is maple, but Koo’s is pine! Taehyung looks up and sees Jungkook covering his nose with his hand.
“Told you,” Jimin replies, his phone getting tossed onto Taehyung’s bed.
“Tae-hyung,” Jungkook crouches down, “want to get into the bathtub? Get you feeling better?”
Taehyung nods and lifts his arms. Jungkook laughs and moves so that he’s behind him. He squeaks as Jungkook lifts him into his arms bridal style, wondering when the other got strong enough to do this. Although the thought lingers only seconds as he recognizes that the pine scent has gotten stronger.
He starts nosing around for Jungkook’s scent gland, nipping at it lightly when he realizes that he has to fold himself too much to properly suckle at it. Taehyung can feel how Jungkook’s arms tremble underneath him as they walk. Although he isn’t quite sure where they’re going, he just knows he likes behind held by Jungkook.
But then Jungkook is setting him on the counter and moving away.
“Stay,” he whines.
“Sorry, babe,” Jungkook says, “I just need to get the water going.”
Taehyung stares at the bathtub, “oh! Shower, yeah, I wanted one.”
“Mmhmm,” Jungkook hums.
The water running sounds nice so Taehyung starts singing about how nice it sounds, while Jungkook shakes his head and laughs. Taehyung lifts his arms up and sighs in relief when the sweaty shirt is pulled from his frame. It’s even better when he is freed from his pants, but he does feel bad for leaking slick all over the counter.
Jungkook gives him a light kiss on the cheek, “I’ll clean that up, why don’t you get in the tub now. You’ll feel better when your temperature comes down.”
Taehyung nods, “help?”
He wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist as they move the few meters to the bathtub. The cold water makes him squeal as his legs touch it, but he gets used to it after a moment and lets himself lean back into the water. There are bubbles but he can’t tell what they smell like, his nose is so clogged with maple and pine.
“Are you going to be okay by yourself?” Jungkook uses his hands to cup water and dumps it over Taehyung’s head.
“Yeah,” he closes his eyes, “mm not gonna drown.”
Jungkook laughs, “that’s not what I was worried about, but thanks for putting that into my head.”
“You’re welcome!”
He whines as more cold water is dumped over his head, but he can feel the fogginess of the fever start to clear from his head. Taehyung slips a little further into the tub giving Jungkook a wink. The younger looks nervous for a few seconds before smiling back fondly.
“I’m going to help Jimin get your room set up for heat since I know where hyung’s keep all of their supplies.”
“They won’t be mad right?” Taehyung frowns, “for me using some of their stuff?”
“Babe, if they get upset over a few used slick pads we can just buy them an entire truckload of them.”
He nods again. Jungkook lingers for just a few moments longer before he stands and leaves the bathroom, “please yell if you need help.”
Taehyung sighs as the door closes and lets the cool water lap at his skin. As the cool water soothes the burn under his skin his head gets a little clearer, and each minute after he is able to string more and more thoughts together.
Clearly, he is going through a heat. He is presenting as an omega. Taehyung isn’t bothered by that so much at the moment, he can deal with all that entails at a later date. He needs to figure out how his heat is going to go. His hyungs had once said that the initial hours of a heat left them confused and a little loopy.
Check that box. But the rest of it varies so wildly between them. Taehyung blushes as he recalls the conversation they would all rather forget. Jungkook’s biology teacher had spouted out the typical bullshit about needing a knot to soothe a heat, so the hyung’s had explained what really happens and their experience.
Namjoon had admitted his sex drive was higher, but it wasn’t incapacitating. Hoseok had declared that he’d cut off any dick or knot that came near him during his heat because his cramps were just that bad (Seokjin had confirmed with a slightly panicked look). Then Yoongi had said he was a little more emotional and that he could take knots better but otherwise he was mildly uncomfortable for the week.
Taehyung shutters as he remembers the entire conversation about slick and knotting condoms which turned out to be entirely useless when Jungkook settled as a beta. He leans his head against the wall and chews on his lip. His worst symptom at the moment, now that he can think, is how much slick he’s leaking.
He guesses he feels horny. That feeling not disappearing but he can at least run the bath sponge down his arms without feeling like he’s going to orgasm then and there. If he touched himself there, he probably wouldn’t last long.
Taehyung also notes that he wants Jungkook and Jimin right now and always. He wants to tuck them away into a safe and warm space and scent them until they only smell like him. Nesting, he thinks, he’ll be a nester. Which makes complete sense.
When the water starts to be too cold instead of soothing he pulls the drain and stands up. Jungkook had grabbed one of their fluffiest towels, and his pine scent is clinging to it. Taehyung nuzzles it before patting his body dry. He grimaces as he leaks more slick - and he doesn’t know if it’s that normal but it feels like it’s too much.
Taehyung waddles to his room, towel stuck between his legs to catch the slick, and sees that Jimin and Jungkook are both standing in the middle of his room, their shirts held against their scent glands. They stare at each other before bursting out in laughter.
“This is a little weird right?” Jungkook asks lightly.
Taehyung hums noncommittedly, instead wandering to where he sees clothes laid out for him. He spends a few seconds trying to figure out how the slick pads work before hoping for the best. It feels weird and he wrinkles his nose.
“We’ll see what else they have,” Jimin says when he sees his face, “I never thought that they could be comfortable.”
Next, he pulls on the sweats that belong to Jimin, preening that his beta had been so thoughtful until he sees that the shirt next to him is Jungkook’s and he grins in excitement as he nearly drowns in it.
“We have stuff for a nest,” Jimin says uselessly, “but we don’t know if we’re doing it right.”
“We looked it up on Naver, but it wasn’t...”
Taehyung snorts, “yeah, I don’t know either. Maybe it’s like building a fort?”
“I’ll get chairs!” Jungkook says before running out of the room.
Jimin wraps around him from behind chuckling fondly, “this is okay, right. You don’t mind us helping?”
“I think if I didn’t have either of you with me right now I’d be losing it,” he leans back into the embrace.
“You’d be able to figure it out.”
Taehyung kisses his cheek instead of saying anything because he doesn’t know if he’d be half as calm as he is right now. He doesn’t want to panic because then the other two would panic but he knows that both of them are also trying to stay calm for his sake. It balances out like it always does.
“Is there anything else you’re feeling?”
“Mm a little horny, but I can easily ignore it.”
Jimin lets out a sigh of relief. Taehyung blinks and gasps lightly, “Koo didn’t say anything about me being too much right?”
“Nah, he thought it was cute that you wanted to scent him so much,” Jimin kisses the tip of his ear, “so nesting and then watching movies sound good to you?”
“Yeah,” Tae says, “that sounds perfect actually. Did you tell the hyungs so they don’t freak out when they smell an omega in their den - well I guess Jin-hyung would react more strongly?”
“We had to call them to ask where they kept their heat supplies,” Jimin shudders, “and the moment yours breaks we’re buying our own.”
“That bad?”
“Hobi-hyung’s organization has no limits.”
“Please tell me the toys are labeled by name.”
Taehyung grins wider and Jimin looks at him like he doesn’t know if he was serious or not. The beta settles with flicking the back of his head lightly. Taehyung is saved from further punishment but Jungkook returning with three of their dining room chairs.
Taehyung cocks his head to the side and looks around the room to decide how he wants to build the nest. For once he’s grateful that he mirrored Namjoon’s lofted bed with the desk underneath it. If he can get the bigger blankets to stay pinned and then drape over he can use the chairs to give it some shape and they’ll have his computer to play movies on.
“That sounds good,” Jungkook strokes his chin.
He didn’t know he was saying that out loud, but his brain doesn’t feel like it’s exactly in his skull. The fever isn’t rising again, so he takes note of it being another symptom of his heat. Jimin pulls out his office supplies and uses the push pins to pin blankets into his mattress while Jungkook tugs on them to make sure they won’t fall.
Taehyung gets to work setting up the area they’re going to lay in, stealing the beanbags from the corner and then grabbing the other two from the living room. He pushes them together and uses the fitted sheet to make a sort of bed. They’ll have to be close to not fall off the bed, which he finds that he likes very much.
While Jimin and Jungkook argue about the structural integrity of the nest, Taehyung starts shoving the clothes around the edge of the beanbag bed. He doesn’t know what makes him put the clothes were he does, but if he tries to do something like organizing them by color it makes his brain itch.
“Oh, that looks comfortable TaeTae,” Jimin smiles as he pins the blanket under the chair leg keeping their “ceiling” taut.
He wiggles under the praise, forgetting for a moment how sensitive he is and hissing. Jimin shakes his head before he crawls into the bed next to Taehyung, “Koo, love, can you turn on the computer when you enter?”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung snuggles into Jimin’s chest, “good thing I got the wireless mouse and keyboard.”
“Yeah, good thing.”
Jungkook appears a moment later, pressing the power button, “I think the top is going to hold, but I think we should have done it the other way.”
“You just want to get your way,” Jimin huffs.
“Well that’s because my way is better,” Jungkook says with an easy grin.
Taehyung ignores both of them and grabs Jungkook’s hand and guides him to the bed. He is squished between the two betas, mostly on top of Jungkook’s chest and now Jimin is resting his head on his shoulder. They absorb each other’s presence as they wait for the computer to load.
“We’ll just take turns picking,” Jimin suggests, “because I know someone is just going to want to watch Iron Man again.”
Jungkook raises his hand before pulling up that exact movie with a shit-eating grin, “sounds like that’s Jimin’s pick.”
Jimin sits up before flopping back down, “you know what, I don’t even care. Let’s watch the robot man.”
“How dare you!” Jungkook squawks, “he’s in a suit of armor he isn’t a robot and I guess you could make the argument about being a cyborg but even that wouldn’t be quite correct because the arc reactor is more of prosthetic than anything.”
Taehyung shuts him up by kissing his bottom lip, “we know you love the robot man more than us.”
Jungkook’s smile softens, “no, Tony Stark has nothing on you two.”
He curls up tighter, feeling the dull arousal and fogginess of his brain trying to rise to the surface. It doesn’t work surrounded by his two beta mates, and even as his abdomen tightens letting him know the cramping is going to start, he doesn’t think that he would rather spend his heat anyway else.
Even if he didn’t exactly plan on ever having a heat.
Although later he does feel how uncomfortable it is to gush slick. Their fort collapses on top of them during the ‘birth of Iron Man’ scene much to Jimin’s dismay and Jungkook’s gloating and he is laughing so hard at their argument and play wrestling that it just happens.
The best part is that the two of them make him feel so comfortable about his body that he just laughs at that too.