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Too many stuffy glorified beggars and too weak a tolerance for tomfoolery made the whole ball terribly dreadful in Seokjin’s opinion. There were far too many brown nosers looking for a way to get in his father’s good graces. Watching fool after fool throw themselves into court affairs, hoping to somehow weasel their way into the King’s good graces made him lose his appetite.
Walking over to an isolated balcony, he looked over the royal grounds. Hearing the sound of dress shoes clacking behind him, he smirked, knowing who it must be.
“Why does your father insist on these horrid galas? Is it not bad enough that I’m subjected to this absurdity with my father? Now, I have to tolerate it in other kingdoms as well. I swear I’ll come to know every slimy cretin in the Five Kingdoms soon enough,” the man complained, leaning on the balcony railing next to Seokjin.
“Well, hello, Yoongi, how are you? I’m doing well, thank you,” Seokjin smirked, taking a sip of his champagne.
The other omega smiled, “You are utterly unbearable, fair lad.”
“Not what you were saying the last time we met, now was it, little one?”
Yoongi grew quiet, looking around before whispering, “Shh, don't go blabbing all our business to every scoundrel in this place. Besides, you know I am betrothed to the Prince of the Eastern Kingdom. Father says my wedding will take place next week.”
The air between them grew stale with unspoken tension. The two omega princes had been close as children, having grown illicitly closer since presenting. As unmated omegas, they were forbidden from associating with unmated alphas. Thusly, the two formed an alliance of sorts, an arrangement per say. You scratch my back, I scratch yours. Their mutually beneficial situation ensured that neither had to suffer through a miserable heat alone.
However, as many things involving human emotion, things soon grew complicated. Their time together grew more frequent. Their indiscretions drifted into uncharted territories. And the scratching of each other's backs began to occur outside of any heat cycle.
Their neighboring kingdoms had always been allies and both had certain almost archaic views as to the role of an omega, regardless of their societal standing. They were tools for trade, assets to count amongst one's riches like a home or a cow. Their purpose was clear – provide children for alphas so that their glorious familial names can be carried for generations to come.
Seokjin thought it horse shit. He wanted nothing of the sort. He desired a life free from mindless obligations that left one feeling hollow and torn. But he was an omega. His opinions and desires mattered not in the grand scheme of things.
Seokjin was also a terribly un-omega omega. He wore pants (the scandal!), loved sword fights or any fights for that matter, had a penchant for pickpocketing, and was inclined toward his own subgender. The last part was well known, even amongst his own family. His father, King of the Southern Kingdom, thought it was something he would “grow out of” once he had been properly knotted by a suitable alpha. To think such a thing could exist for someone such as he was absolutely absurd to him.
He was not made for childbearing no matter how pleasing his hips seemed to be. More than once he was face to face with an atrociously ignorant alpha who felt the phrase “childbearing hips” was not only appropriate but also to be appreciated. Since spitting in the face of an alpha of high standing was deemed unsightly for an unmated high-born omega such as he, he settled for liberating them of their assets. He had quite the collection of pocket watches, handkerchiefs, and pipes. He did not smoke.
“So soon? Why…”
“He knows,” was all the answer he received. It was all the answer he needed.
“Petal, I…”
Putting a finger over Seokjin’s mouth, Yoongi shook his head, “Please don't call me that. Not anymore. I…I was able to convince him to let me say goodbye today, but they are watching. I'm sorry, Seokjin, I don't want any of this.”
And with a kiss to the cheek, he was gone.
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“Here, here, a toast to our future! May the Eastern and Western Kingdoms unite in their celebration of this most holy union!” Yoongi's father, the King of the Western Kingdom toasted at the very mandatory brunch between the two families three days later.
Yoongi sat staring at his plate as he drank from his glass. He hated all the pomp and circumstance involved with every facet of royal life. He longed for a simpler life where he was free to do something because he wanted to do it, not because “tradition dictates it”. Honestly, tradition could suck his big toe.
He looked over to the alpha prince he was to marry in two days time. He looked…well, he was definitely no Kim Seokjin. Seokjin was everything his heart, mind, and body desired. There was nothing he would not give for another moment with the man he loved. Oh, how he loved him.
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The first time Seokjin touched him, he felt electric – lit up by the strong attraction the two shared. His kisses were felt deep within Yoongi’s soul. They were great together. They shared a similar sense of humor, had similar beliefs about what life should be, and were frighteningly compatible in bed.
Yoongi had shared a heat with one other omega, but penetration had never happened between the two. Honestly, Yoongi had been preserving his “virginity” for the alpha to whom he would be wed. While he had not been promised to an alpha yet, he knew one day he would be. After all, that was the purpose of a royal omega. While he knew he would not get the chance to fall in love prior to his mating, he had always had hope he would learn to love whomever he was intended to marry.
And then he met Kim Seokjin again. They had met as children and enjoyed playing, singing, and laughing together, often playing “alpha and omega" together despite both being unpresented omegas. Seokjin was always the “alpha” and Yoongi the “omega”. It was during one of these games that they shared their first kiss. There was even a pretend wedding in which Yoongi made his own dress and Seokjin a tuxedo.
But they had not seen each other since he was 10 and Seokjin 11 due to the War of Perdition that engulfed four of the five kingdoms. The war had ended in so much bloodshed that Yoongi was sure his long-lost friend must be dead. To say he was excited to learn his friend had not only survived but would be visiting with his father now that a peace treaty had been brokered would be an understatement.
The moment the two omegas saw each other, both their eyes filled with tears, and they laughed in overwhelming happiness. When they pulled back from their embrace, he was taken aback by the other’s appearance.
With a gasp, he touched the other’s face, stating, “Oh, aren’t you the most handsome man mine eyes have ever seen.”
Their fathers had laughed, thinking it a jest between two omegas and not seeing it for what it was. Attraction. His good friend had grown from the awkward gangly child he knew to a tall broad-shouldered man with features so striking he could not bear to look at him but found it too difficult to look away. His strong eyes bore into Yoongi with a look he had never seen from his friend, a look he wanted to see again and again.
Seokjin licked his lips and eyed him up and down before whispering, “And aren’t you ever the pretty omega.”
Oh, goodness, Yoongi was surely screwed. The other man teased him with the nickname he always called him when they kissed and played their game. Yoongi was the “pretty omega” and Seokjin the “big strong alpha”. Seokjin, who never liked being called an omega, who was always running his fingers through Yoongi’s long black hair while his own hair was short, who loved when Yoongi wore his prettiest dresses but himself wore pants. This was the Seokjin he knew as a child. And looking at the striking man before him now, it seems not much in his preferences had changed. His hair was short and styled handsomely off his forehead, his broad shoulders were complimented in a white dress shirt, and his lovely hips and shapely waist highlighted in form fitting black dress pants.
It was the first time they found themselves alone, on the pretense of taking a walk through the garden adjoining the pond at the far end of the royal property, when Seokjin became his most dangerous. Pulling Yoongi into a hug, he ran his fingers through the smaller omega’s long black hair, massaging the base of Yoongi’s scalp. He then nuzzled his face into Yoongi’s scent gland, humming in appreciation.
“You smell so good, omega. So very beautiful as always,” he whispered into his ear as he softly kissed the lobe.
Yoongi’s eyes went wide as he felt the other’s hardness on his hip. And when he smelled his own arousal and felt his slick start to leak, he pulled back, only to look into the hooded eyes of the sexiest person he had ever seen.
“Hyung?” he whispered.
“Yes, omega,” the other moaned into his neck, continuing to kiss and lick at his scent gland.
“Oh, Seokjin, that feels so good,” he said, running his own fingers through the other omega’s short hair. “Touch me.”
“Mmm, where would you like hyung to touch?” Damn this man’s words.
“Everywhere, oh goodness, every single inch of my body,” he moaned as the elder ran his hands over his round ass, squeezing each cheek and pulling Yoongi towards his hard cock.
Lifting the back of the younger omega’s dress, he gently ran his hand under the fabric of Yoongi’s panties, not stopping until his finger rested over his hole. He switched sides, licking at the left side of Yoongi’s neck, kissing and sucking at his collarbone as he slipped a finger deep into Yoongi’s ass. Pulling back, he looked into the passion filled eyes of the younger as he slipped in another and then another finger. He started fingering him harder, striking his prostate with every push as he humped his own hard cock into the younger’s hip.
“Yoongi…oh, Yoongi…I want to be inside of you so badly,” he moaned, fucking his fingers deeper into the younger.
“Yes, yes, please, oh, please,” he begged, opening the other’s pants and pulling out his cock.
“Do you want me inside of you?”
“Yes, now, please.”
And with a quick motion, Seokjin turned him around, pushing his dress up and panties down before sliding down his own pants and ramming himself inside the younger omega. Yoongi’s body rocked from front to back as he hung bent over, speared on the older omega’s hard cock. He could smell Seokjin’s own slick as he fucked harshly into him. He could hardly control his screams as he stood bent over, his hyung’s arm holding him up as he lost his virginity in the open garden of his own royal property. Anyone could walk up to see the two omega princes in flagrante delicto. Yet he did not care as he let the other manhandle him every which way until he spurt his seed on the ground below him with a wail of the other’s name. It only took four more pumps for the other omega to cum deep within Yoongi’s ass with a growl.
It was only then that he realized he was not on any form of contraceptive whatsoever. It was not like he was planning to lose his virginity any time soon. But here he was, ass full of his hyung’s seed and no way to ensure that he did not fall pregnant.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he pushed the other off as he pulled up his panties and turned around, smacking him in the chest.
“What did I do? Did I hurt you?” Seokjin asked, pulling up his own pants and fastening them.
“I’m not…I haven’t prepared or protected myself!”
“Huh? From what?”
He smacked his hyung again before pointing to his belly.
The other’s eyes went wide, “Oh! Oh! Then why didn’t you say something?! Ugh, Yoongi, even if it isn’t easy, you know you can still get…”
“Yes, Yes, I know! Look, I wasn’t planning on this! I’ve never…I’ve never done this before! How was I supposed to know this would happen?!”
“What? You…I was your first?” Seokjin asked with a look of stupidity on his face.
“Yes, you daft dribble! Oh, what am I going to do?!”
“Yoongi, calm down. It’s not like I’d leave you to deal with this alone.”
“Hyung! What would you do?! We can’t be together! It’s forbidden! You’re an omega!”
Seokjin’s face fell, his eyes filling with tears as he walked to the edge of the water and sat down on the ground. Yoongi mentally slapped himself, knowing the other hated being called such when they were alone. Walking up to the other and sitting beside him, he grabbed the other’s hand.
“I’m so sorry, hyung. It was wrong of me.”
“It’s okay. I know it’s true. No matter how badly I want to be something I’m not, I’m just a measly omega.”
“Don’t say that. Omegas are a tough breed, hyung. We live lives way tougher than some alpha who just walks around knot directing him every which way. They get handed everything they want while we have to struggle tooth and nail for each opportunity we can. Being an omega is nothing to scoff at.”
Smiling at the younger, Seokjin sighed before speaking, “I suppose that’s true. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“You don’t have to like it? Pft, I was talking about me. What would you know about being an omega anyhow?” he smiled.
Laughing, Seokjin agreed, “Not a thing I suppose.”
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He was everything to Yoongi. It truly was like they were…
Looking over at the alphas surrounding him, he quickly stood up and ran to his quarters. Grabbing a suitcase, he quickly packed his favorite dresses, some other clothing, his jewelry, and the little bit of money he had saved. It was not much, but it would have to do. Quickly penning a letter, he addressed it and shoved it into his pocket to post once he left.
As he ran downstairs, he grabbed a few snacks from the kitchen before rushing out the door. Ignoring the screams of his father and the other alphas, he ran to the carriage at the end of the drive, hopping in, and handing the driver a gold watch that was worth more than a year’s wage for him.
“It’s yours if you take me to Yearling Bay and mail this letter!”
“For this, I’ll give you my firstborn son,” he said before driving off.
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Seokjin sat in his room, playing yet another game of solitaire, trying to ignore the burning emptiness inside his heart. He felt so ugly and stupid. To think someone as beautiful as Yoongi would ever settle for him. Who was he? A pathetic omega who would give everything to be anything but what he was. His eyes were red and swollen, his face puffy from crying. He could no longer make tears but that did nothing to ease the heartbreak he felt deep within his soul.
“Master Seokjin, you’ve received a letter,” his lady-in-waiting said, walking into his room.
“Leave it there, I’ll read it one day.”
“Methinks you will want to read this. It is from Master Yoongi.”
He jumped up from his place on the floor and ran to the lady-in-waiting, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek.
“Thank you Soyi!” he said before grabbing the letter and hopping on his bed to read it, closing the curtain on his canopy.
Giggling, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Opening the letter, he read it aloud:
My lovely Seokjin,
It’s been less than a week, yet my heart aches for you as if it were eons since our last meeting. How I long for one more moment, one more touch, one more kiss. Nothing and no one could ever keep me from loving you. Guilt ate at my very being for someone like you does not deserve to simply be a secret. You should be with someone who is willing to shout your name from the mountaintops and hold you above all others. And I asked myself am I willing to do that for you? I am. And if you are willing to do that for me, meet me where we first shared our true feelings. I will be waiting in our place hoping that one day you will join me.
Eternally your omega,
Yoongi
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Yoongi stood at the edge of a cliff, letting the breeze blow through his hair as leaned on the railing. It had been six weeks since he left his father’s home. He had heard word from the Western Kingdom that his father had denounced his leaving and stripped him of his royal title. He had written to explain himself but had not received a reply. Not that he was expecting one – he knew his father’s opinion on these types of relationships.
He had sold his jewelry and was living happily, staying at the inn where he and Seokjin had first exchanged “I love yous”. He waited for him, knowing it would take two days for his letter to reach him then another four to travel. But six weeks later, he still had not shown. Yoongi felt that if it were truly meant to be, then things will happen how they should.
He used his time to help at the local bookstore, working part time to help the aging owner. While he did not need to work, he liked to keep busy. Mostly to keep his mind off the emptiness he felt without Seokjin.
The inn where he was staying was quaint and situated on a cliff side amongst the wildflowers. Instead of rooms inside one large building, the inn was composed of several small cabins situated in a half circle around a few large pink crepe myrtle trees. He enjoyed walking the grounds and watching the various birds and small animals that populated the area.
He closed his eyes, letting the sun warm his face, trying to not think about how lonely he was. He knew it was long past the time the other should arrive, but he tried to push the thought away. Bowing his head, he wiped away the few tears he could not hold back. Maybe he was going to be alone. Maybe Seokjin did not feel what he did. Maybe he was not really his…
“My pretty omega, why do you cry?” he heard from behind him.
Turning around, he saw a smiling Seokjin looking back at him. Tears of joy poured from his eyes as he hiccupped and jumped into the other’s arms. Wrapping his legs around him and holding onto his neck, he sobbed into the elder’s shoulder, thankful his love had finally arrived.
“I…I thought you…you weren’t coming. I’ve missed you terribly,” he cried.
“It isn’t easy preparing for a wedding, Petal.”
Yoongi pulled back, “A wedding?”
“Maybe not an official one, but a mating ceremony indeed. Wedding just sounds nicer. Come, look.”
Pointing to his bags, the elder walked a few steps, “Petal, are you going to hop down so I can show you?”
“No. Carry me to our cabin. Show me there,” he pouted.
Seokjin smiled, reaching down for his bags, “Now, which one is it?”
After making it to the cabin and miraculously not dropping a bag or his omega, Seokjin sat the younger on the bed before opening the largest of his bags. He pulled out two boxes, handing one to Yoongi. Wasting no time in opening it, the small omega was delighted to see a soft blue dress that looked almost exactly like the one he wore to their mock wedding as children. Quickly grabbing the other box, he screamed when he found a familiar looking tuxedo.
Clapping his hands, he jumped up, pushing the other onto the bed. “Why don’t you show your omega how much you’ve missed me?”
Seokjin smirked, “With pleasure.”