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jungkook walks out of his cottage with a spring in his step.

the sun shines brightly in the beautiful blue sky with not a single cloud in sight, a light breeze swirling through the air and tickling his neck as it brushes through his dark, wavy hair. birds chirp in the trees as little critters scurry about through the forest nearby. early summer welcomes another beautiful day, warm and nice and peaceful.

he carries a picnic basket in his hands so he can collect the harvest from his garden, clad in his new overalls that conveniently hold his gloves in the front pocket across his chest. he remembered to grab his sun hat so that he protects his face and eyes from the aggressively warm rays that shine from above.

he begins his day with step one of his simple routine, extremely familiar with it after all this time. he heads out bright and early to walk over to his small garden a couple of minutes from his home, a little down the hill and close to the creek so he can water it more easily. he skips through the lush, green grass with excitement, eager to see what his garden will yield today. so far his seeds have grown well this year, only the beginning of summer and he eats almost solely from his own crops.

jungkook places his basket on the ground as he collects his produce, finding a few carrots and onions, a big potato, and several juicy tomatoes. most of his fruit has yet to ripen, but he picks quite a few grapes and grabs a couple of big, red apples from his tree. once happy with his daily harvest, he sets his picnic basket down to fill up his watering can at the creek. due to the sheer weight of it, he can only fill it up about halfway in order to maintain the ability to carry it up to the garden. he makes a few trips to water everything, but doesn’t mind it since it passes by quickly and gives him a bit of exercise. he grabs his picnic basket and smiles, skipping back to his cottage to put all of his goodies away.

he nearly makes it home when he hears a shrieking, gut-wrenching howl echoing from deeper into the forest. it reverberates through the air and pierces his eardrums, pained and guttural. a shiver runs down his spine, heart stuttering in his chest as he freezes in place. he has a split second to make a decision, so jungkook swiftly places his picnic basket down and rushes into the trees to find the source of the noise.

he locates it almost immediately.

a pitiful, limping black wolf barrels into jungkook at a frightening speed. he fails to notice the massive beast before it slams into his legs and throws him to the ground with a loud thump. the air knocks from his lungs, body momentarily in shock as it tries to process the situation and regain control.

a loud yelp tears from his throat, terrified and confused. he looks down to see the wolf attempting to stand on its shaky legs, collapsing back down onto his knees with a growl. it pants and howls so fiercely that it hurts jungkook’s ears, the omega raising himself up into a sitting position to get a better look at its body. the wolf stares into his eyes with desperation and agony before its eyes close and it passes out with its head in jungkook’s lap.

jungkook’s cabin sits small and quaint, perched at the top of the little hill near the entrance of the forest.

he inherited it from his grandmother when she passed away several years ago, just enough space for one person and nothing more. it contains one big room that has everything he needs, a small bathroom built onto a corner of the home. it only fits a couple of cabinets, a wood burning stove, a small, wooden dining table, a couple of shelves for storage, and a tiny bed.

it feels even smaller with a gigantic wolf in his bed.

jungkook had no choice but to bring the wolf home and nurse it back to health. he couldn’t bare to leave it out in the woods to die when it practically seeked him out, a look of trust in its eyes right before it lost consciousness. he struggled immensely as he carried it home, ending up dragging it the last part of journey because his arms trembled under the great strain of the wolf's weight.

now that it sits here in his home, jungkook finds himself clueless regarding what to do next.

he tries his hardest to clean away the dirt and debris in the wolf’s fur so that he can clean its wounds and check for injuries. up this close and in such a tight space, he recognizes the wolf as an alpha male. jungkook gasps, stomach twisting at the realization. he brings a hand up to clutch his chest, panic flaring through his body until his heart lurches into his throat. a strange, rogue alpha poses a tremendous threat to an unmated omega, especially when alone in his own home a great distance from any other pack members. he leaves himself extremely vulnerable, open for something horrible to happen should the wolf be depraved enough to try.

he takes a deep breath and pushes the thoughts away, forcing himself to be optimistic and charitable. this injured wolf clearly needs his help and he wants to give it the benefit of the doubt. if any bad intentions should arise, hopefully he possesses enough strength to fight it off considering the injuries it sustained.

jungkook attempts to ignore the wolf’s presence and go about his day like normal, cooking a small pot of stew and snacking on his fruit. he takes care of his flowers outside, leaving the front door open in case the wolf wakes up in his absence. when night rolls around, he makes himself a little bed on the floor with extra blankets and pillows.

he glances to the wolf’s unconscious body one last time before he closes his eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep.

the wolf disappeared.

jungkook jerks awake at the first sign of sunlight coming through the window, alert and worried as he looks over to the bed and the black, furry beast no longer remains. he scrambles to his knees and crawls closer to the bed, shoulders deflating in relief when he realizes it still lays there in his bed. instead of a wolf, it shifted back to its human form.

he gets up and takes care of his morning chores in a hurry, not wanting to wake the man up as he moves about his cabin. he carefully and quietly opens the windows, starting his pot of porridge as he cleans up the kitchen. he wipes down the table and countertops, preparing his things to return to his garden and collect his daily harvest.

jungkook continues the day like normal.

he returns to the house every hour or two to check and make sure the man hasn’t woken up, completing his work in the garden and tending to his yard so he can stay close to home just in case. ideally, he wanted to travel to town today to buy some goods, but that task will have to wait for another day.

the man first wakes up right after dinner, just as the sun sets and cloaks the earth in darkness.

jungkook stands in the kitchen washing up when he hears something rustling and moving, he swiftly turns around to see the man hovering right behind him. his heart freezes, eyes bulging out of his head in shock at the suddenness of the situation.

“who are you?” he growls, eyes narrowed and angry as he glares at him. his lip curls and he bares his teeth, body hunched forward as he limps closer.

jungkook backs away until he runs into the corner with nowhere to go, the man slowly inching forward. “j-jungkook.”

the man tilts his head to the side. he chances a glance around the small cottage and then immediately returns his gaze to jungkook. jungkook tries not to cower, but the man’s demeanor terrifies him.

“where am i?” he rasps, eyes glued to jungkook’s trembling form.

“we’re at my house. i f-found you in the woods. you were h-hurt.” jungkook explains, hands fidgeting with his pajama shirt as he stands with his back pressed against the wall. he looks over to the kitchen counter and sees a knife he can grab should the need present itself.

“this is your home?” he asks. jungkook nods. “you live here alone?”

jungkook nods again. “yes.”

the man’s body language softens and his shoulders fall forward a bit, looking around the tiny cabin once more before he sighs. he can barely stand on his right foot, all of his weight balanced on his left. scratches and gashes span down his chest and sides, pale skin bloody and bruised.

and he’s completely naked.

“you should lay back down.” jungkook suggests with his softest, least threatening voice. he offers a sympathetic look to the man, pointing back to the bed behind him.

he continues to glare at jungkook with something unreadable in his eyes. he almost looks like he wants to fight against it, wants to be difficult just for the sake of it. ultimately, he slowly hobbles back to the bed, looking back at jungkook with suspicion one last time before he lays down. jungkook stays in the kitchen for quite a while, hands shaking as he catches his breath and calms himself down. the feeling of panic lingers inside of him, but he tries his hardest to walk his inner omega back from the proverbial ledge.

“i made this earlier if you’re hungry,” jungkook says quietly, standing far enough from the bed that he still feels safe. he hands the man a tray with a big bowl of stew and some freshly made bread, a giant glass of water as well. he places it on his lap and then quickly backs away. “just some leftovers i had from dinner. i hope that’s good enough.”

“i don’t trust it.” the man says immediately, nose wrinkling as he examines the food and gives it a good sniff. he looks down at it with disdain, hands remaining at his sides.

“w-what?” jungkook sputters, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

“i won’t be poisoned.” he says confidently, pushing the tray away as a show of dominance.

“why would i bring you here and take care of you if i wanted to poison you?” jungkook asks, confused and slightly offended.

the man just looks down at the food and then back up to jungkook several times, squinting his eyes as he stares at jungkook like he wants to see through him. “i won’t let you kill me.”

“if i wanted to kill you, you’d be dead by now.” jungkook says with all the courage inside of him, knowing it to be true.

the man growls at that, teeth peeking from behind his lips in a threatening show of anger. his scent spikes with bitterness, stinking up the small space. he dislikes jungkook’s words but that doesn’t detract from their truth, he could kill the man in his sleep and be done with it. he has no reason to keep him alive and take care of him if he intends to kill him. jungkook turns away from the man and leaves him to do as he pleases, no interest in force feeding him. he makes himself busy, creating his bed on the floor with blankets and pillows.

the man ends up eating every bite.

jungkook fills a big bowl with water and carefully carries it over to the bed.

“what are you doing?” the man asks, eyeing him warily as he kneels next to the small bed.

“i’m going to help you wash up.” jungkook answers, gathering his soap and wash rag in front of him to prepare for the process. “you must be feeling gross by now, right? i didn’t want to do it while you were asleep, but you should clean off the remaining dirt and blood so you don’t get any infections.”

“no, i can do it myself.” he grumbles, scowling down at jungkook. he reaches out and grabs the rag from jungkook’s hand, attempting to lean over and dip the rag into the water. he winces, a sharp breath sucking into his lungs as he drops the rag onto the bed. “fuck!”

“a-are you alright?” jungkook asks, moving closer to the bed as he watches the man hold his left shoulder and groan in pain.

“i’m fine.” he says through gritted teeth, jaw clenched with his dark eyes staring down at jungkook.

jungkook nods, waiting for a minute to give the man time to recover. he takes a deep breath and slowly picks up the wet rag before he moves down closer to the man’s legs at the end of the bed. he can feel the way the stranger watches his every move, but he gathers all his courage and continues.

he slowly washes the dirt away from the man’s legs, dipping the rag into the water and then bringing it back to his body to wipe over the dirty appendages. he makes sure to be extra careful with his injured foot, barely touching it at all. the man watches him like a hawk, ready to attack at any moment. jungkook repeats this process with the man’s whole body, forced to get up and dump out the water for a new batch a few times.

the man sucks in a harsh breath when the cold water runs over his lower stomach. jungkook’s touch remains light and delicate, fingers gently gripping onto the man’s skin so that he can actually scrub the blood away. he uses all of his power to avoid looking at the man’s bare manhood laying right next to his hand as he washes over his hips. jungkook knows the risk, but decides to clean the man’s neck too. wolves instinctively guard the sacred, intimate place to protect themselves and this wolf proves no different. jungkook freezes, gasping when the man grabs his wrist the moment the rag touches his neck. his strong grip feels warm on jungkook’s skin as he slightly leans on the man’s bare chest to reach the area properly.

“it’s only going to take a second, i promise,” jungkook says quietly, looking down to meet the man’s hooded gaze.

he loosens his grip on jungkook just slightly, but refuses to completely let go. jungkook takes that as his sign to continue, gently scrubbing against the sensitive skin of the man’s neck. he smells the alpha’s rich, musky scent as it grows stronger, trying not to breathe it in too much and get scent drunk. he finds it hard to resist, smell so good that it makes him feel weird and fluttery inside. he never got this close to an alpha before. their faces stay impossibly close the whole time. jungkook sees the slope of the man’s nose, his angular eyes, and the curve of his jawline. the weight of his gaze on jungkook’s face sends a shiver down his spine, the omega hurrying to finish it as quickly as he can.

“all done.” jungkook says with a smile, body cold when he pulls away from the man and returns to the floor. “i hope that wasn’t too bad.”

“thanks.” the man rasps with his deep, rough voice. he refuses to make eye contact, pointedly looking away from jungkook as he speaks.

when jungkook returns from putting the bowl and wash rag away, the man has already fallen fast asleep. jungkook crawls into his makeshift bed with pride, satisfied with himself for taking such good care of the man. he falls asleep shortly after, the alpha’s scent still thick in the air.

the wolf becomes much more alert on the third day.

he still sleeps for most of the day, but he actually wakes up for several hours. he doesn’t say anything or make any effort to move, sitting quietly on the bed and watching jungkook as he flits around the cabin. as wolves, their bodies heal quickly on their own. something as serious as a broken bone can heal in just a week or two as long as they rest and let their bodies heal, not much else they can do for serious injuries. healers exist, but they mainly help with illnesses. they give mixtures and salves for things like pain or to help sleeping, not much else.

jungkook goes about his life as he normally would if the wolf wasn’t there. he does his morning chores, feeds them both breakfast and lunch, goes out to tend to his garden, and bathes in the creek. he checks on the man every once in a while in between chores, not wanting to stay away for too long in case something happens.

that night, jungkook decides to bring a chair over near the bed and sit with the man while they eat. he doesn’t really know why he does it, a part of him hoping they both enjoy the company.

“oh!” jungkook exclaims after he tries a bite of the food, eyes wide as he tilts his head back and forth with excitement. “the peppers give it a nice kick!”

the man looks at him and watches the way he eats, jungkook looking up from his bowl and smiling. he wanted his peppers to grow so badly, failing the previous years that he tried. he can’t believe he finally grew them, the wait well worth it.

“isn’t it great? it tastes like a completely new dish!” jungkook asks after the man tries the food, looking at him expectantly.

“uh,” the man grumbles. “sure.”

jungkook nods, happy with the man’s agreement. they eat in silence for most of the meal, but it doesn’t feel awkward at all. jungkook enjoys the dish a lot, already planning on making this more in the future. he fills with pride as he grows one step closer to being totally self-sustainable.

“what’s your name?” jungkook asks, looking up from his bowl that sits on his lap.

the man eyes him with suspicion, but it only lasts for a couple of seconds before he relents. “yoongi.”

“that’s a nice name. i’ve never met anyone named yoongi before.” jungkook says with a hum.

yoongi nods, continuing to eat his dinner. he only speaks when jungkook addresses him first, the silence not tense or uncomfortable. they simply sit there next to one another and eat. jungkook kind of enjoys the company since he spends so much time on his own.

“where are you from?” jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow as he waits for yoongi to answer.

“the forest,” yoongi says.

“ah,” jungkook nods. “just the forest? nowhere in particular?”

yoongi shakes his head. being from the forest makes him a rogue wolf, not belonging to any pack or specific area. he travels around freely and lives off of the land, no rules or laws to follow. jungkook heard stories about feral, dangerous rogue wolves but yoongi seems harmless enough so far.

“i’m in a pack, kind of. i live pretty far from town so i’m on my own most of the time. they would help if i ever needed anything, though.” jungkook says without yoongi asking, the alpha nodding in response.

jungkook sits beside yoongi until they both finish eating. he can’t stop himself from breathing in some of the alpha’s musky scent, so deep and warm that he feels drawn to it in a way. jungkook finds that he actually likes it and that surprises him a bit since he considers himself to be quite sensitive to foreign smells. he washes up their dishes in the sink and then walks back over to the bed, yoongi still watching him the entire time.

“would you like me to wash you again before bed?” jungkook asks, yoongi taking a second to think about it before he nods.

jungkook fills up the big bowl with water and then repeats the process like he did the day before. yoongi puts up less of a fight, but his body language stays stiff and defensive the whole time. he lets jungkook wash over his entire body without much of a fuss. he leans over, upper body pressed against yoongi’s as he cleans his far shoulder and the crook of his neck. they get so close that jungkook can practically taste his scent in his mouth. he holds his breath, feeling yoongi’s eyes glued to his face. his heart speeds up at the risk of danger and the intimacy of the situation, cheeks growing warmer with every passing second. his body feels impossibly hot and hard against jungkook’s own, never before getting this close to an alpha. something about it pleases him deep inside of his bones, but he ignores it.

he feels yoongi’s eyes on him for the rest of the night. even as he makes his bed on the floor and crawls into it to go to sleep, he knows yoongi watches him. it doesn’t bother him as much as it should.

jungkook gets up and gets dressed bright and early. the warmth of the sun already shines into his home, the beautiful day drawing him outside to take full advantage of the weather. he needs to wash his linens and hang them to dry, nearly a week passing since his last laundry day. he grabs his basket and slides his gloves into the front pocket of his overalls, a pep in his step as he heads for the door.

“where are you going?”

jungkook startles with a jump of his shoulders, footsteps faltering as his hand halts on the doorknob. he turns around with big eyes to look over at yoongi where he lays naked on the bed. “i’m going to my garden.

“garden?” yoongi asks with his raspy morning voice.

“yeah. i grow my own fruits and vegetables a bit down the hill towards the creek.” he resumes his movements, turning to the door once more and pulling it open. yoongi speaks again when he passes through the doorway.

“can i go?”

“to… to the garden?” jungkook asks, eyes flicking between the pretty nature just outside his door and yoongi’s pale face.

“outside.” yoongi answers curtly.

“i’m not very strong,” jungkook says quietly, shame bubbling up his throat at the admission. “i can’t carry you very far and with your injured foot, i don’t know if you’ll be able to make it all the way there.”

“i can do it.” yoongi says confidently.

“are you sure?”

yoongi nods and jungkook finds himself feeling sorry for him, a rogue wolf who lived his entire life out in the wild. he likely never spent this much time indoors so he feels restless and uneasy, especially with an unknown omega by his side constantly. jungkook sighs, dropping his basket on the table as he walks to his dresser to pull out some old clothes. he grabs a big shirt and some shorts before handing them to yoongi.

“what?” yoongi rasps, eyes narrowed as he stares at the fabric in jungkook’s hands with confusion. he makes no move to reach out and take them.

“they’re clothes, i assume you’re similar in size to me so these should work. you need to get dressed if you’re going outside.”

yoongi sighs, staring at the clothes in jungkook’s hand for far too long before he finally complies. he hobbles to his feet with a groan, body popping and cracking as he stands for the first time in a few days. jungkook helps him pull the shirt over his head and makes sure he doesn’t jostle his shoulder as he slips it on. when it comes to the shorts, jungkook’s heart pounds so hard that hears it ringing in his ears. he slowly gets down on his knees at yoongi’s feet and holds them open so he can step into them, eyes glued on the bed behind them so he avoids seeing the alpha’s bare cock. yoongi’s gaze remains so resolute that it feels like it burns a hole in jungkook’s face, unable to breathe when he pulls the shorts up and his face levels with yoongi’s crotch. he feels the hot flush of his cheeks and prays to mother nature that yoongi doesn’t notice.

they slowly work their way to the garden together, yoongi leaning his weight on jungkook as he hobbles on his working foot. it takes nearly twice as long as usual, but they eventually make it there in one piece. jungkook spreads out a thin blanket so that yoongi can sit on the ground comfortably.

yoongi instantly perks up once he gets some sunshine and fresh air, eyes taking in the area around them. the creek runs at the bottom of the hill, sky bright and blue, a thick cluster of trees off to the side. he watches jungkook with rapt attention as he collects the harvest from his garden, never uttering a single word or making any attempts to move. he sits off to the side and serves as a nice presence while jungkook works.

they spend a good chunk of the day outside, yoongi relying heavily on jungkook to get him around as they move to different places. at dinner the alpha appears less agitated and restless, shoulders relaxed on the bed as he eats. jungkook smiles, happy that going outside served him well.

“i was thinking that… uh, maybe tomorrow i can help you down to the creek so you can bathe. it’s a lot more effort than washing you down myself, but i assume you’d like the freedom and privacy.” jungkook says, looking down at his bowl to avoid yoongi’s face. his stomach twists at the mere idea of bathing with the alpha, heat simmering in his veins.

“okay.” yoongi says, straight to the point.

yoongi stays inside for most of the day, not even asking jungkook to bring him outside with him.

while jungkook finds comfort in the presence of another person at his side, he feels relieved to be alone as he spends his time freaking out about their upcoming bathing time. he spends nearly the whole day screaming in his head about it, working himself into a frenzy. he knows he already washed yoongi off a few times, but getting into the creek together feels different. it means jungkook has to get naked too and he panics at the notion, bare body never seen by anyone before. yoongi can barely walk so jungkook needs to assist him with nearly every part of the process—while also being naked. he frets over it nonstop until the afternoon rolls around and he forces himself to get it over with.

he takes yoongi outside with him, carefully supporting his weight on his shoulders as they trek down to the bottom of the hill. he keeps his clothes on until the last minute, refusing to undress with yoongi’s eyes on him. his hands shake, heart racing as he bounces from foot to foot on the bank near the water.

“can you make it in by yourself?” jungkook asks, eyes barely able to stay focused on yoongi’s face with how fiercely his nerves consume him.

yoongi nods and hops over to the water a few feet away, successfully wading into the creek without issue. jungkook takes the opportunity to quickly tear his clothes off and rush into the water behind yoongi before he turns around and sees his nakedness. he leaves the alpha to his own devices for a while, washing himself off with some of the soaps he brought with him. he dunks his head under to wash the suds out of his hair and slowly scrubs every inch of his body to stall for as long as he can.

“a-are you ready?” jungkook asks, using all of his courage to look at yoongi.

“for what?” yoongi replies with furrowed brows and tight lips, standing only a few feet away from jungkook. he stares at him with his head cocked to the side.

“uh, w-washing? soap? you can actually clean yourself now.” jungkook stutters, holding up the bar of soap in his hand.

“i don’t know how.” yoongi says with his low, deep voice.

“what do you mean? it’s… it’s just soap. have you never used it before?”

“i always wash in my wolf form.” yoongi answers, looking down into the water.

“oh, it’s okay,” jungkook says, eyes wide even though he tries not to show his shock. he can’t wrap his mind around the concept of never washing himself as a human. “i… i’ll be the one mostly doing it anyway. you just have to stand there.”

jungkook steels his breathing and wills his heart to calm down as he wades through the water and closes the gap between them. they stand impossibly close, yoongi’s strong, rich scent engulfing jungkook the moment he comes near. he can’t help but breathe in deep lungfuls, eyes fluttering closed as he delights in the heady scent. he shakes himself back to reality and gathers his bearings when he realizes that yoongi stares at him with dark, lidded eyes.

he washes yoongi like he washes himself, taking the soap into his hand and lathering it in the washcloth until it produces enough bubbles to clean his whole body. he scrubs down yoongi’s skin that remains visible above the water, careful of his injured shoulder and the many wounds across his torso. he washes everything thoroughly to prevent any possible infections.

when it comes time to wash yoongi’s neck, he has to get even closer. they stand chest to chest, body only inches apart. they remain similar in height, but yoongi’s broad shoulders and taut muscles make jungkook feel small next to him. jungkook reaches up with a shaky hand, slipping on a loose rock before he can catch his footing. he yelps and shrieks as the current starts to carry him away, hands scrambling for purchase.

yoongi grabs him the second he reaches out, large hands steadying him where they splay out across his lower back. he pulls jungkook into his body so quickly that he can’t regain his footing before his hips slam into yoongi’s. they stand flesh to flesh, cocks brushing against one another in the rushing water. jungkook chokes and sputters as he tries to catch his breath, looking up at yoongi to see his pupils wide and blown out until they completely cover his irises.

he stares for too long, both of them just looking into each other’s eyes without moving a single muscle. jungkook eventually shakes his head and clears his throat before taking a step back to distance himself, but yoongi’s hand remains hot on his lower back. jungkook works quickly to wash off yoongi’s neck, using one hand to hold his neck for purchase and the other to scrub at the free areas of skin. the proximity and heat and yoongi’s eyes on him have his hands shaking, body still recovering from the scare from before.

yoongi gets out of the water first and stands on the land to dry off with the towels jungkook brought with them. he watches the water intensely, waiting for jungkook to get out. the omega stalls as long as he can, but he can only avoid the inevitable for a minute or two. he contemplates telling yoongi to turn away, ultimately deciding against it since it could make things even more awkward. wolves exist as pack animals, they see each other naked all of the time whenever they shift. while it remains less common for unmated alphas and omegas to be so exposed in front of each other, jungkook has literally never been naked in front of anyone.

jungkook wants to look away from yoongi as he walks out of the water, but he can’t. he finds himself transfixed on yoongi’s gaze, on the fact that he looks jungkook’s body up and down with absolutely no shame. jungkook delights in the brazen attention, skin heating as something hot pools in his belly. yoongi’s scent grows so strong that jungkook smells it from feet away, breathing in deep until he feels tingly from the richness of it.

he feels like he might burst out of his skin the whole trip back to the cottage, skin burning where yoongi’s bare body leans against him. he swallows down the knot in his throat, unsure why he feels this way all of a sudden.

yoongi’s scent stays strong for the rest of the day.

it permeates the air and sinks into everything in jungkook’s home, thick and dark. jungkook smells nothing else, left wondering if the bath in the creek caused it or if another reason exists for the sudden switch in intensity.

jungkook prepares dinner again like always. he makes the same meal nearly every day, not needing very many ingredients for a stew or soup. most wolves eat heartier meals to maintain their strength and power since they often shift into their wolf form, but jungkook doesn’t have the luxury of eating anything he wants since he lives alone. he lives too far from the nearest town to visit often for special ingredients and he doesn’t have the money for those expensive things anyway. he eats what he can with the things he grows himself and the small amount of money he can spare.

yoongi stares at jungkook the whole time they eat dinner and he finds himself growing used to the attention, hardly phased by it anymore. he accepts that yoongi never takes his eyes off of him, whether from fear or distrust or something else entirely.

“why don’t you eat meat?” yoongi asks, voice deep and low in the quiet room of his house.

“oh, uh… i’m not a very good hunter.” jungkook says quietly, rubbing absentmindedly over the back of his neck.

“what?” yoongi blanches, eyes furrowed and mouth slightly parted.

“n-never really been good at killing them once i catch something. plus, it’s just a lot of effort. i dont shift often and i grow my own produce so meat isn’t necessary.” jungkook says with a shrug, taking another bite of the stew on his lap.

“so you never eat meat?” yoongi asks in disbelief.

“pretty much,” jungkook nods. “on very rare occasions i might be able to spare the money to buy meat in town, but i seldomly have the means to splurge like that.”

yoongi growls low in his throat and it catches jungkook off guard. he freezes in place, noticing something dark in yoongi’s eyes that he can’t quite name. jungkook swallows, something primal stirring inside of him.

“you’re too thin. you need meat to keep you strong and healthy.” yoongi says, voice rough and tone firm.

“it’s okay. i do alright now with all the crops i grow. i can afford ingredients to make bread or rice. it’s enough, i promise.”

“why don’t you have an alpha?” yoongi asks, shaking his head at jungkook’s words. he abandons his food to glare at the omega like he wants to read him, understand him.

“h-huh?” jungkook squeaks, so caught off guard that he chokes on his own spit until his face turns as red as a beet.

“are there no worthy alphas in your pack?” yoongi asks, paying jungkook’s struggle no mind.

“i just… i haven’t met any alphas that i was interested in. i mostly keep to myself.” jungkook plays with the remaining food in his bowl, appetite diminished at the questions. he feels embarrassed after the sudden interview, aware of how unconventional others might find him. yoongi’s dark gaze remains trained on him, jaw clenched as he blinks slowly.

“what a shame.”

jungkook notices the absence of yoongi’s scent before he even opens his eyes the next morning.

it slowly became something he found nice and comforting, constantly surrounded by the alphas thick, musky scent. he opens his eyes in a hurry, heart pounding when he sees the empty bed beside him.

yoongi left.

panic floods through his veins, heart accelerating as he tries to breathe. he jumps to his feet and looks around the small cabin, yoongi nowhere to be seen. he has no idea why he feels so distraught, but he fills with dread at the idea of yoongi leaving. after nearly a week of spending every day with the alpha, he became a steady presence by jungkook’s side. he got used to him being around, being less lonely.

jungkook hears a loud thud at the front door and his heart stutters in his chest. he rushes over to the door with weak legs, freezing in fear the moment his hand touches the doorknob. it could be anything. it doesn’t make sense that yoongi would be outside on his own with his foot still injured.

the door slowly pushes open and jungkook can’t believe his eyes.

a gigantic deer lays at his feet on the front porch, the biggest animal he ever laid eyes on in his life. yoongi stands just to the side, shoulders and chest puffed up in pride as he meets jungkook’s eyes. he appears smug, satisfied with his kill. he looks expectantly at jungkook, waiting for a reaction.

“yoongi!” jungkook shouts in surprise, hand clutching at his pajama covered chest as he looks down between the animal and yoongi. “what are you doing up? you should be resting, not hunting! you’re going to injure yourself even more!”

“you needed meat, i got it.” yoongi says confidently.

“you didn’t have to do that!” jungkook says, jaw dropped to the floor.

“is it suitable for you?”

“y-yes, of course! it’s huge.” jungkook answers, eyes bulging out of his head as he takes in the sight of the massive animal. he doesn’t know how he could possibly use all of it, more than enough for several people.

“i took it down easily, barely even had to try. i’ve killed much bigger.” yoongi says, scent strong and rich in the air.

“thank you,” jungkook says quietly. “i don’t know what to say. this is… i appreciate it a lot.”

yoongi smiles and jungkook gapes at him in disbelief, the first time he saw the alpha smile since he met him. something soft flutters in his stomach as he eyes his gummy grin. they stand there admiring the giant animal for a couple minutes, yoongi proudly recalling how easy it was to take down and explaining how he did it. he says it happened just a few feet into the forest so he didn’t have to walk very far or put much effort into it.

when yoongi starts to move the animal, he winces and sucks in a sharp breath. his foot and ankle look extremely swollen and bruised still, skin red and more irritated than before. nowhere near healed yet.

“your foot!” jungkook gasps, rushing over to yoongi’s side. he remains silent, but his jaw clenches in pain. “here, let me help. you did most of the work anyway, i can be useful too.”

they move the deer out of the way of the front door, jungkook suggesting that they take a break and eat breakfast before doing anything else. yoongi follows him inside and lays in bed while jungkook cooks.

the rest of the day turns out productive. jungkook does all of his usual chores and takes care of things around the house. yoongi insists that he takes care of skinning, gutting, and cutting up the deer into reasonable portions. jungkook happily lets him do it, fretting over yoongi’s injured body and refusing to let him walk around on his own. he makes yoongi sit while he does his work so he doesn’t irritate the injury even more. jungkook cooks some delicious meat for dinner, the first time in a long time that he enjoys a portion of meat this big. it tastes amazing.

“this is so good!” jungkook exclaims, smiling happily around the mouthful of food and dancing back and forth in his chair. yoongi looks at him with something fond in his eyes and jungkook feels like he can’t breathe when he sees it. the alpha enjoys his own food, eating more than he has since he got here.

“do you like being a rogue wolf?” jungkook asks, curious and too happy to sit in silence when another person sits right beside him.

“yeah.” yoongi grunts.

“do you ever get lonely?”

“my life has always been lonely. i’m used to it.” yoongi says quietly, looking at jungkook’s face with a heavy gaze.

“i understand.” jungkook replies, slowly nodding his head. “it’s the same for me. i had family when i was a kid but i've been alone for a long time now.”

“what about you?” yoongi asks when he finishes chewing a bite of meat.

“hmm?” jungkook hums.

“do you get lonely?”

“yeah,” jungkook whispers.

he never realized how wonderful it could be to simply have someone around, to have help and someone to provide him with the things he struggles to get himself. he likes having someone to enjoy these simple pleasures with, being able to talk or simply exist together without the weight of loneliness.

when jungkook crawls into his bed on the floor and closes his eyes, he feels happier than he ever felt in his entire life.

jungkook’s body hurts a lot.

he tries not to let it show, but sleeping on the hard floor starts catching up to him. no matter how many pillows and blankets he stacks beneath him, he wakes up to a sore body. his neck, shoulders, and back ache terribly. he does stretches and exercises throughout the day and it only helps a little bit.

the last couple days have been worse.

he finds himself out of options because he can’t kick yoongi out of the bed, an injured guest who needs it to rest and recover properly. he has to suck it up and deal with it, no other alternatives possible right now.

when he bends over to pick his crops, he cringes. his lower back feels weak and sore, stopping every few minutes to massage the spot with his hands. yoongi sits on a blanket off to the side, watching like always. after he helps yoongi back to the cottage for lunch, jungkook’s shoulders cramp and twitch painfully. he does some stretching to loosen up the tight muscles and it helps a little bit. he forces himself to sit up straight when he eats his meal so that it doesn’t hurt worse. jungkook often looks down when he washes and prepares ingredients while cooking, rinsing his fruits and vegetables before he throws them over the fire. the pain in his neck becomes agonizing, shooting down through his shoulders and up into the back of his head. he keeps reaching back to massage the knots out of his flesh, holding back a whimper to not alert yoongi to his turmoil.

when jungkook sits down beside yoongi to eat dinner, his whole body aches. he lowers himself into the chair slowly, sighing when he finally rests his behind on the hard wood.

“i’ll sleep in the floor tonight.” yoongi says, an unnerving look in his eyes.

“what? no way.” jungkook replies quickly, vigorously shaking his head.

“i’ve been hogging your bed for too long. i’ll be fine on the floor, don’t worry.”

“no, you sleep in the bed. you’re still recovering and it’ll only make it worse. you need it the most out of the two of us.” jungkook asserts, sitting his bowl in his lap to give yoongi his full attention. he stares at him confidently, doing his best to convince him to stay.

“i don’t need it. you should have it.” yoongi answers quickly, focusing on eating his food like he truly doesn’t care where he sleeps.

“no, you’re keeping the bed,” jungkook demands, crossing his arms across his chest and scowling. he doesn’t like that yoongi so easily refuses his hospitality. he’d be a horrible host if he made yoongi sleep on the ground, it simply won’t do.

“if you’re going to be like that, let’s share it.” yoongi suggests, a little glimmer in his eye when he looks over at jungkook again.

“s-share? together?” jungkook whispers, body frozen in shock as he processes the request. his heart ceases to beat, breath caught in his lungs.

“yeah, that way we both can sleep comfortably.” yoongi says nonchalantly, eating more of his food as he remains completely unaware of jungkook’s internal struggle.

he doesn’t say anything for a while, thinking about the suggestion. jungkook never shared a bed with anyone before, especially not a rogue alpha who he knows next to nothing about. the idea has his palms sweaty and his body hot all over, sweat dripping down the nape of his aching neck.

“we don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable with it.” yoongi adds after a bit, nearly finished with his food.

“n-no,” jungkook rushes to say, shaking his head. “if… if you want to then i guess that’ll work. it’s pretty small though, i don’t know if you’re going to be comfortable.”

“i’ve slept in much worse conditions, trust me.”

jungkook stalls for as long as he possibly can. he dusts off a bookshelf and sweeps the floor again and organizes his spices. he cleans the kitchen until it sparkles, even going out into the dark and grabbing more firewood to buy time. he refuses to look at yoongi, knowing his eyes will already be on him. he thinks endlessly about what will happen when they go to sleep, playing out every scenario in his head until he can’t hardly think straight. not only will he sleep with someone else for the first time, he will sleep with yoongi—an alpha. he thinks about how close they might get, the strength of his scent at such close proximity, and what he should expect. he shakes with nerves and anticipation, slightly afraid.

when it finally comes time for him to sleep, jungkook’s entire body feels hot. he wipes his palms off on his sleep dress, hands shaky. he becomes eternally grateful that yoongi had the foresight to put on the pajamas that jungkook had given him earlier. he hates wearing clothes, but this seems like a time in which they’re necessary. jungkook blows out the lights and then slowly tiptoes to the bed.

yoongi scoots to the outside edge of the bed, pulling back the covers while he waits for jungkook to climb in. jungkook swallows the lump in his throat and forces his body to move. time freezes as he clumsily climbs over yoongi’s hard, still body to get to his side of the bed against the wall. he feels so nervous that he wants to jump out of his skin when he finally lays down on the mattress, heart pounding and stomach bubbling with acid until it crawls up his throat.

he finds it surprisingly easy to settle down and go to sleep once he lays under the covers next to yoongi. the alpha sleeps on his side facing away from jungkook, blankets pulled up to their necks. he falls asleep with yoongi’s comforting scent in his nose and his warm body against his back, worry morphing into something pleasant and content.

the next few days slowly blend together as they develop a routine, a way of life.

jungkook wakes up before yoongi and prepares breakfast, prying open the windows and beginning his morning chores to make efficient use of time. by the time breakfast finishes cooking, yoongi sits wide awake and ready to eat. after they finish their meal, both jungkook and yoongi head out to do some work outside. jungkook tends to his garden, harvesting his crops, watering the plants, and pulling all the weeds out. most of the time, yoongi sits on a blanket near the garden and watches jungkook while he works. they talk sometimes, others they stay completely quiet and let the sound of nature fill the silence.

in the afternoon, they finish their lunch and then split up to work on separate things. yoongi sits inside and rests or goes out in front of the house to work on his projects that he started making from the deer he hunted. jungkook waters his flowers and cleans up the yard and does laundry, simple and easy.

they both head inside and get settled for the evening with the sun falls lower in the sky. jungkook washes and prepares the ingredients for dinner, having lots of meat with the fresh crops that jungkook grows. they sit together and eat dinner at the bed, usually having small, short conversations about themselves and their lives as they enjoy their food. they slowly start getting to know each other better and get used to spending time together.

at night, jungkook climbs into bed beside yoongi and falls asleep immediately. his weight remains steady against jungkook’s back and helps comfort him to sleep, always warm and peaceful with yoongi at his side. his thick, rich scent becomes impossibly stronger up close, wrapping jungkook up like a warm blanket and lulling him to sleep.

life with yoongi feels simple, easy, and effortless. every day jungkook grows happier to have the alpha by his side to keep him company. he could get used to this.

after a little more than a week of yoongi staying with jungkook, something big happens.

jungkook wakes up in the early morning with sleep still weighing him down, sunlight not yet peeking through the windows. he knows he has more time left before he needs to get up, confused why he got roused from his peaceful sleep. he burrows further into his pillow and then he figures out why he woke up, something strong and warm holds him in place. he holds his breath, heart racing at the sudden realization of the situation unfolding.

yoongi’s warm, strong arm wraps around his waist like an anchor, the alpha glued to his back with his body pressed tightly against jungkook’s. his face rests on top of jungkook’s head, ruffling his hair with every deep breath he takes. his hips press flush against jungkook's behind and the moment he feels something hard against his ass, jungkook inches forward until he meets the cold wall.

all attempts to fall back asleep fail miserably.

he stays in bed all morning with yoongi plastered to his back, desperately trying to push away his thoughts of how nice it feels. his touch remains warm and comforting, jungkook secretly delighting in how wonderful it feels to be wrapped up in someone like this. his insides tingle, satisfaction sparking in his veins until he sets fire all over. he stays there until it becomes time for him to get up for the day.

when he tries to break out of yoongi’s grip, the alpha grumbles lowly in his chest and pulls jungkook in tighter. jungkook swallows down the squeak threatening to come out of his throat so he doesn’t wake him up to see their current state of affairs. it requires way too much effort, but jungkook successfully peels himself away from yoongi’s grasp after a few tries. he flushes red from head to toe by the time he finally slides out of bed, running off to the bathroom to thrust open the window and breathe the cool morning air.

jungkook has a hard time looking at yoongi once he wakes up.

something so intimate and vulnerable exists between them now. even though yoongi probably doesn’t know it happened, jungkook can think about nothing else. he can’t stop imagining the warmth and safety he felt in yoongi’s arms, can’t stop replaying how it felt to wake up protected and warm and held.

they continue about their day as normal, jungkook not speaking as much as usual because he finds himself lost for words and too stuck in his own head to initiate conversation with yoongi. he keeps himself busy by tending to his garden, head lost in space and completely oblivious to the world around him.

“omega,” yoongi says with a low, deep voice.

jungkook leans down over some carrots as he attempts to pull one out, struggling tremendously because its roots remain stuck in the ground no matter how hard he tries. he uses both of his hands to tug on it, straining under the effort of his grasp.

“omega,” yoongi says, a bit louder and more insistent.

the carrot nearly breaks free, all of jungkook’s energy focused on ripping it out of the ground. he already imagines the tremendous size of it, heavy and buried deep in the ground. he wants to pick it so badly, arm muscles bulging as he pulls on it with all of his might.

“jungkook?”

jungkook turns his red, sweaty face to look at yoongi at the exact moment that the carrot pops free. he pulls with so much force that he tumbles backwards with the giant carrot in his hands, losing his footing as he flies back with clumsy steps until he plops onto the ground.

a moment of shock falls over both of them, jungkook still as a statue as he processes the stimuli overloading his brain. he breathes heavily, chest heaving as his eyes refocus on his current surroundings. he blinks a few times, noticing his head hit something soft instead of the ground. he lurches forward onto the grass when he looks up and finds himself laying on yoongi’s lap, head resting on his thinly covered thigh as the alpha’s hands grip his sides. his cheeks flush immediately, gasping loudly.

he fell right into yoongi’s lap.

“are you alright?” yoongi asks, concern clear in his voice. jungkook nods, refusing to turn around and look at him. instead, he brushes himself off and stares down at the massive carrot still in his hand.

he walks over to the basket with shaky steps, dropping the carrot down with all of his other goodies that he picked today. his arms feel weak and tired, nearly done with collecting for the day. he decides to take a seat on the grass to catch his breath and recover.

“oh!” jungkook says, perking up once he starts to gather himself. “what was it that you wanted before?“

“will… uh, will you help me wash in the creek today?” yoongi asks, glaring right at jungkook.

“a-are you having trouble on your own?” jungkook replies, gaze gentle as he inquires further. he notices something soft and almost nervous in yoongi’s expression.

ever since that first time, jungkook and yoongi bathe separately. neither of them discuss it, it just happens. jungkook helps yoongi down to the creek while he waters his garden, making the walk back and forth while yoongi washes off. by the time he finishes the task, yoongi already sits down by the water and jungkook helps him back to the house. jungkook washes himself when they split up in the afternoon so he doesn’t have to feel so nervous about being naked anymore.

“i can do it on my own.” yoongi says firmly. “i just… my shoulder makes it hard to get some places. feels like i’m only getting half of my body.”

“okay, sure. we can go together after lunch.” jungkook says with a nod, a twinge of thrill rushing through him.

last time they did this, jungkook felt extremely nervous because he had never been naked around another person before. he had no idea what to expect. this time, jungkook feels nervous because he does know what to expect. it somehow becomes more intimidating now that jungkook knows what could happen. yoongi’s hard, strong body brushing against his. their bare flesh pressed together, warm and intense. getting impossibly close and smelling yoongi’s inviting scent straight from the source. they slowly grow closer and closer to one another as the days pass, yoongi’s presence familiar and pleasant. jungkook can’t deny the way he finds yoongi handsome, the way his stomach flutters at his touch, how he enjoys spending time with him.

jungkook helps yoongi down to the water, the alpha still leaning his weight on jungkook’s shoulder to help him walk so that he doesn’t use his injured foot. it slowly gets better every day, but he needs to keep his weight off of it to let it heal completely. they press together closely when they walk like this, but it feels different and not as intimate as waking up to yoongi’s arm wrapped around him.

yoongi goes into the water first.

he has no reservations about having his bare body exposed to the elements. he doesn’t care that jungkook stands right there, eyes trying desperately to avoid looking at his cock. he simply throws his clothes to the ground and then hobbles over to the creek. jungkook wishes he could be more carefree, but he’s not. he remains shy and nervous about being bare like this, looking down as he quickly undresses and lays his clothes to the side.

when he looks up, he sees yoongi’s eyes drinking him in. he looks intentionally and purposefully, not trying to hide it or shy away from it. he doesn’t care that jungkook sees him looking. once he has his fill, he turns back away from the shore like nothing happened. the blush on jungkook’s cheeks drips down his body until he paints red from his ears to his ankles. he wills his body to move and then into the water he goes.

the water naturally pulls their bodies together like a magnet. jungkook floats to yoongi’s side in a fluid, effortless motion, stopping just before he bumps into yoongi’s body. the water sits waist deep and jungkook gets to work, washing himself off first. he dips under the water to wet his hair before scrubbing it with soap, taking time to wash over every part of his body. he likes to be clean and values caring for himself, filling with pride at being soft, clean, and pretty.

he manages to avoid looking at yoongi while he washes himself, but he has to do it eventually. he wades closer to yoongi until he can reach out and touch him, the alpha’s dark, heavy gaze remaining on him as they stand inches apart. he slowly raises his hands to bring the washcloth to yoongi’s body, sparks dancing beneath his skin the moment he touches him.

he works over yoongi’s arms and hands and back, taking his time as he scrubs over the firm expanse of his chest. jungkook tries not to think about how it would feel to lay his head against the muscles there, blinking away the sudden, unfamiliar thoughts. his hands stretch lower and lower until he trenches just below yoongi’s belly button, letting his fingers move agonizingly slowly as he scrubs across the skin. he holds his breath the whole time, heart pounding so hard that it feels painful. when the tips of his fingers start to brush against the thick patch of hair above yoongi’s cock, jungkook’s stomach flips in his body. he lightly gasps as his lips part, hands pulling away like he was burned.

when jungkook finally looks at yoongi, the intensity of his gaze makes him grow hot and tingly in his lower belly. yoongi’s pupils expand impossibly large, his jaw clenched tight as he watches jungkook’s every move. his scent spikes until jungkook thinks he can taste it, a cloud in the air surrounding them from every direction and threatening to suffocate them under the thickness of it. jungkook’s omega thrums with the depth of it, delights in the spicy, musky aroma. he can only imagine how his own scent must be right now, warmth dripping from his pores.

jungkook gives no warning before he moves to yoongi’s neck, the alpha less guarded after doing this so many times. the rock under jungkook’s foot moves when he leans forward to touch yoongi’s neck and he doesn’t even have time to slip before yoongi’s hand grips his hip tightly.

“don’t fall, little omega.” yoongi rasps, voice rough and deep. jungkook looks at yoongi with wide eyes, words caught in his throat. he doesn’t say anything, unable to form coherent thoughts at the moment.

he gently washes over the sensitive skin of yoongi’s neck, remaining extra careful with his scent gland. yoongi’s scent blooms even more under jungkook’s touch, so strong that it makes jungkook dizzy. his eyes flutter closed for a second as he takes a deep breath of the delicious scent. yoongi’s grip on his hip tightens then, pulling jungkook towards him enough to close the tiny gap between them. their bare stomachs press together.

they only stay like this for a second because when yoongi’s half hard cock brushes against jungkook’s thigh, jungkook pulls away with a gasp. he should stop there, finishing his more than adequate job of washing the alpha. something in him screams for more, desperate and begging to be touched, but he fights against it.

jungkook gives yoongi one last look and then he saunters to the shore.

his veins rush as he walks over to his clothes, yoongi’s stare heavy on his back. he doesn’t have to look to know that yoongi devours him with his eyes. a little part of him simmers with want, an unfamiliar feeling and he smiles to himself at the hope that yoongi likes what he sees.

a couple of nights later, a cold front sweeps through the area.

instead of the sweltering heat and humidity, chilly temperatures settle over them. the warmth of summer gets whisked away and a light breeze blows through the midnight air. it won’t last long, it never does.

sleep hangs heavily over jungkook as he wakes up, body trembling and shivering. he wore a thin nightgown and slept with a sheet, not anticipating how cold the night would get. with yoongi’s heat, he gets impossibly warm during the night and never needs a real blanket anymore. his mind remains completely blank, barely conscious as he tosses in the bed in search of warmth. he can barely move with how fiercely his muscles contract under the cold temperatures, teeth chattering and fingers like icicles.

jungkook feels something warm behind him so he turns over and moves toward it, comfortable and firm and smells heavenly. he gets as close to it as he can, face pressed against in search of heat. his nose feels too cold so he rubs it against the source of the delightful smell, sighing in relief when the warmth wraps around him and clings to his body.

it doesn’t take long for him to be lulled back to sleep, nice and warm all night long.

it feels different when he gains awareness in the morning, his bed stiffer and less still. it slowly moves up and down, something soft pressed against his face and he doesn’t even think before rubbing his nose across it. when it makes a low grumbling noise, jungkook’s eyes fly open at lightning speed.

he’s laying on top of yoongi.

he sees his neck first, impossible to miss considering how his face buries in the sensitive flesh as he moves his nose across yoongi’s scent gland. after probably hours of doing it, he thoroughly scented him and that alone makes him embarrassed enough to run away and never come back. his upper body presses tightly to yoongi’s, the alpha’s arms resting on his lower back as he holds him tightly. their legs tangle together beneath the sheets, jungkook’s bent knee slotting between yoongi’s legs and across one of his thighs.

jungkook pulls away, working up the courage to look at yoongi’s face. he holds his breath, wishing with all his might that yoongi stayed asleep through it all and remains none the wiser. unfortunately, he meets dark, hooded eyes staring at him with amusement. yoongi smirks at him, a low chuckle sounding from his chest.

“cold?” yoongi asks, morning voice deep and low. jungkook nods, eyes wide and face on fire.

yoongi’s hands gently caress his lower back, immediately sending a shiver down jungkook’s spine. he swallows thickly when something hot and yearning starts to settle in his belly. he needs to get up. jungkook’s omega wants to whine when he detaches himself from yoongi and climbs over his body with uncoordinated limbs, yoongi’s hands steadying him as he stands on his feet. he glances at yoongi once more before hurrying off to the bathroom.

his entire body burns when he sinks to the floor and recollects himself. all he can think about is how much he liked it, how good it felt to be wrapped up in yoongi like that, how he wanted more.

he splashes cold water against his face to bring himself back to reality.

life with yoongi turns out better than anything jungkook could’ve ever imagined.

he knows that wolves exist as pack creatures, thriving on connections and bonding and belonging. they reach their peak when working together, helping each other and living in harmony as one group. they balance each other’s strengths and weaknesses to form a system that provides everyone with equal opportunities and resources. even still, he never knew it could make such a difference to have someone else by his side instead of doing everything alone.

jungkook always thought that people were being dramatic when they said that wolves live most happily with a mate. now that he had a small taste of life with an alpha, he knows they spoke the truth.

yoongi possesses strength in areas that jungkook falls weak, rough and brave and scared of nothing. he hunts and kills animals effortlessly, able to skin them, cut them up, and portion the meat for eating. he crafts weapons and tools out of their bones, using their fur to fashion clothes or blankets. he has instinctive knowledge about the weather and seasons, able to predict changes and know what they mean. quiet and introspective and resourceful. he does what he wants without worry, floating through life easily.

he makes jungkook’s life easier by proxy. he eats well, stomach full of hearty meat every night. he doesn’t fear anyone or anything because yoongi would protect him. he sleeps peacefully at night, yoongi’s warmth and comforting scent there like an anchor, waking every morning with yoongi’s arms wrapped around him tightly and his weight against his back. he gets to talk to someone and have social interactions, heart constantly exploding out of his chest with every little touch. yoongi’s quiet, helping hands linger just a few feet away, always ready whenever jungkook might need them.

not only does yoongi make his life easier, he brings jungkook to life. he can accomplish his duty in life and care for another person, having someone to cook for and clean the house for and wash clothes for. it fills him with pride when yoongi compliments his cooking or thanks him for helping him walk to the garden. his omega preens and beams under the silent attention yoongi always gives him. he experiences new feelings and sensations inside of himself that he never knew existed. he wants to have this forever, wants all that yoongi will give him.

daggers stab into jungkook’s heart anytime he thinks about yoongi inevitably leaving, hating it so much that he pushes it down and pretends like it will never happen. he lets himself live in this little fantasy where life stays perfect forever.

they sit together and eat dinner at the table for the first time since yoongi’s arrival.

jungkook used to sit here alone every night when he ate his dinner. he didn’t mind it, eating in silence with a pretty candle lit in the middle of the small table. he enjoyed his meal and didn’t care about his loneliness.

eating dinner with yoongi gives his life purpose.

jungkook floats around the kitchen with a smile on his face the whole time he cooks, a cute, yellow apron tied to his front as bounces from foot to foot. he hums as he cuts vegetables and cooks rice and sears the meat. he makes sure everything gets cooked perfectly, looking divine as he puts it on their plates.

yoongi limps in from outside where he works on his projects, eyes lighting up as he smells the food and takes a seat at the table. jungkook happily places the food down on the table and sits across from yoongi to eat. something inside of him beams with pride and contentment as yoongi takes his first bite of food. he closes his eyes and nods as he chews, jungkook watching the entire time.

“good?” jungkook asks, big eyes shining as he waits for the answer. his hands grip his apron tightly in anticipation, hoping that he likes it.

“perfect,” yoongi replies.

jungkook’s heart flutters in his chest, picking up his own fork and trying it. he agrees, it tastes perfect. he worked hard to get the spices and temperature and cooking time just right, finally nailing it. they eat quietly for a few minutes, both of them starving after being out in the sun all day. jungkook doesn’t know exactly what yoongi does out there, but he says he has some project to work on. as long as he seems content, jungkook lets him do as he pleases.

“how’s your work coming along?” jungkook asks, looking over to yoongi with curiosity.

“good,” yoongi grunts. “not too much longer now. they’re getting closer to being finished.”

“that’s nice. did you learn these skills while living in the woods?”

“yeah.” yoongi nods, taking another huge bite of his food. “how’s your garden doing so far?”

“it’s really good! this year it’s the most fruitful it’s ever been. i’ve already grown so many things and summer is not even halfway through.” jungkook answers quickly, delighted that yoongi asked him something. he smiles big and bright.

“i can tell. we’ve been having a lot of potatoes and carrots.” yoongi says, shooting jungkook a small, fond smile.

“i know! isn’t it great?” jungkook beams.

he finds himself enjoying the conversation and company so much that he gets distracted from eating, always excited to talk to yoongi about whatever he can. it feels like a luxury after being alone for so long. yoongi silently reaches across the table with his knife and fork, cutting up the big chunk of meat on jungkook’s plate. he cuts it into smaller, bite sized pieces so jungkook can eat it more easily, the omega mainly only eating his vegetables because he gets so lost in conversation.

“what do you do in winter when you can’t have a garden anymore? do you buy food and stock up or receive help from your pack?” yoongi asks.

“well, i’m usually able to preserve a bit of fruits and vegetables from my garden. i stock up on rice and flour in town and then just survive off of whatever i’ve got until spring comes.”

“is that really enough food?” yoongi ask, a slight frown on his face.

“i’m not very hungry during the winter since i’m cooped up inside. it’s fine.” jungkook says, blatantly lying. he eats enough to keep him alive, but too little to be full or healthy.

yoongi reaches across the table again. this time, he stabs a piece of meat with his fork and brings it up to jungkook’s mouth. jungkook doesn’t even question it, opening up and taking the food from yoongi’s fork. something deep inside of him bursts with happiness at the caring gesture, omega preening under the attention.

“good omega,” yoongi says, low and rich. jungkook’s eyes nearly pop out of his head in shock, unable to believe yoongi just said that to him. a colony of butterflies take flight in his stomach, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

after they finish eating, the rest of the evening passes by uneventfully.

when he crawls into bed and gets under the covers, jungkook’s mind floods with thoughts of yoongi. he thinks about his strength and muscular body, how he provides for him and keeps him safe, his rich, musky scent and gentle touch.

when his body gets warm and tingly in forbidden places, jungkook forces himself to close his eyes.

yoongi asks jungkook to help him bathe in the creek again.

they both know that although he may have a bit of pain and weakness, yoongi remains almost totally healed at this point. wolves heal extremely quickly and after two weeks, yoongi can most certainly bathe himself. he looks at jungkook with a dark glimmer in his eyes and a voice so deep and rich that he finds himself unable to deny him, not when he yearns for anything he can get from the alpha.

jungkook agrees to do it.

even though it makes his heart race until it feels like it may explode and his hands shake so intensely that he nearly drops the towels and soap, jungkook takes off his clothes and wades into the water with yoongi.

the alpha’s demeanor shifts towards something new, softer and gentler. he looks at jungkook with mirth in his eyes, gaze not as heavy and dark. he appears happy and content, a hint of a smile on his lips as he patiently waits for jungkook to come closer. his stomach flutters and does somersaults inside of him in anticipation, sparks of warmth flirting at his fingertips. yoongi extends his arm and wraps it around jungkook’s waist the moment he wades within arm’s reach, keeping him steady from the start rather than waiting for him to slip on a rock or lose his footing again. his touch burns into jungkook’s supple flesh, firm and brazen. a shiver wracks down his spine and causes goosebumps to erupt across every inch of skin, breath stunted in his lungs.

they stand there for an eternity, bodies close and words lost in the fragility of this intimate moment.

jungkook desperately soaks up the affection, basking in yoongi’s every touch. he lets himself breathe in his heady scent and burn the memory of this moment into his brain so he never forgets it. he eventually takes the soap and lathers it in the washcloth, bringing it to yoongi’s hard, muscular body. his takes his time as he scrubs over every inch of yoongi’s skin, fingers light and gentle as he holds onto him.

yoongi’s eyes stay trained on him every single second, always watching, observing, gazing. he never says much, but he always listens and absorbs what happens around him. thick, palpable tension hangs in the air and jungkook can’t place it, not knowing what it means or how to break through it. it feels different from before, less dark or curious or lustful. it feels lighter, almost sweet.

jungkook behaves himself this time, not allowing his hands to linger when he washes yoongi’s stomach. he keeps them above the water and simply washes the skin then moves on, loving the way yoongi’s stomach tenses beneath his touch. when he gets to yoongi’s neck, something funny and unfamiliar simmers in his stomach. he notices the way yoongi looks at him, the way his eyes keep flickering down to his lips and jungkook’s inner instincts realize what’s happening before he does.

“yoongi,” jungkook whispers, looping his hands around yoongi’s neck to steady himself. an explosion of nerves and want and warmth rush through his veins, heart stuttering.

their faces move impossibly close, bodies one strong rush of water from being pressed together. jungkook feels the heat radiating from yoongi’s body, both of his hands finding their way to jungkook’s bare hips and gripping him tightly. yoongi remains silent as he gets this look weird look in his eyes, slowly leaning forward. he gives jungkook plenty of time to push away, but he doesn’t. instead, his eyes flutter closed on their accord.

yoongi’s lips press softly against jungkook’s, warm and gentle. he lingers there for only a moment before he pulls back, jungkook immediately lamenting his touch. fireworks explode in his veins and set his body ablaze, mind able to think about nothing other than how good it felt to have yoongi’s lips on his.

his pupils blow wide when he opens his eyes and sees the way yoongi looks at him, thrill and want coursing inside of him. he remains speechless, no way to verbally express how badly he wants more.

yoongi meets jungkook in the middle this time as they both lean in together, lips capturing in a wet, messy kiss. rather than just a closed lip peck, yoongi opens his mouth and moves his lips against jungkook’s. uncoordinated and clumsy and exactly what jungkook wants. he moves his lips against yoongi’s in the only way he knows how, letting the alpha take control of their movements and guide him towards what works best.

“a-alpha,” jungkook whispers breathily when they pull away again, mind swirling and hazy.

“you like that, little omega?” yoongi rasps, looking at him with dark, hooded eyes. “like when alpha kisses you like this?”

jungkook nods, enraptured by yoongi’s mouth. he stares at his lips with hunger, thumb brushing over yoongi’s scent gland as he drinks down the blossom of the alpha’s scent all around him. jungkook leans in first, physically unable to wait any longer. he doesn’t know what to do, just knows that it feels so good and he wants more. his entire body glows, intoxicating to touch yoongi like this.

yoongi parts jungkook’s lips even wider and then licks into his open mouth, a gasp tearing from jungkook’s throat as he discovers this concept for the first time. his chest heaves, soft and pliant as he lets yoongi do as he pleases. he does his best attempt to return what yoongi gives him, doing what feels good rather than thinking about it too much. they stay like this for what feels like hours and jungkook can’t get enough, doesn’t want to let yoongi go.

yoongi chuckles in amusement at jungkook’s desperation, rubbing the skin of his hip with his thumbs and jungkook can’t help the way he brokenly moans at the touch. it all feels so good that the familiar heat simmers in his lower belly again, stronger than ever before. jungkook finally puts a name to what he feels when slick begins leaking from his rim—arousal.

yoongi caps the experience there, refusing to let it go any further even though jungkook remains desperate and wound tight. every cell in his body sings with delight, thrilled to feel yoongi like this and be touched so intently. jungkook would let yoongi have anything he wants in this moment, but yoongi leaves it there and makes no attempt to get anything more from him.

jungkook floats on a cloud for the rest of the day.

yoongi awakened desires in jungkook that he never had before they met.

a dormant, buried part of him sprung to life in yoongi’s presence, slow at first. it began with rosy cheeks and sparkles of warmth in his body, preening under the alpha’s attention. it morphed into more, heat spreading further and deeper until a coil in his belly began to tighten agonizingly slowly. embers licked at his core until the fire felt like it would devour him, charring his bones to ash. he began to grow tingly in secret, private places that he never showed anyone, desires growing into an insurmountable hole inside of his chest that currently yearns for the alpha.

jungkook wants yoongi.

he knows it and he thinks yoongi does too. he longs for him until it aches, unable to imagine a universe where yoongi doesn’t want him too. he sees how the alpha looks at him, the glimmers of fondness that sometimes turn dark enough to send a shiver down his spine. the attraction between them can’t be denied, tension between them so thick that it becomes palpable. it sits in the air like a cloud, floating all around them just begging to be broken. it surrounds them everywhere they go, unable to escape it. it grows heaviest when they get bare together in the water with their most private parts pressed together without care, suffocating jungkook under the weight of it in those moments. it becomes strong enough that jungkook can no longer ignore it, wanting yoongi more than he wants oxygen in his lungs.

after their first kiss, the dam inside of jungkook bursts and floods of desire overtake his body.

he finds himself unable to tamper down the want inside of him now that yoongi awakened that part of his being, no desire to force it back into hiding. he wants more, more, more. and yet, he feels terrified to ask for it. he has no clue what he really wants or how to chase the feeling that bubbles up inside of him. he only knows that he wants yoongi, wants him in ways that he has yet to completely comprehend.

so when jungkook wakes up aching between his legs, the darkness of night heavy around him, he lets his instincts guide him.

he faces yoongi, the alpha’s arms wrapped around him tightly with their bodies pressed together and his face buried in his neck. everything feels unbearably hot, jungkook burning alive from the flames engulfing his body. heat crawls up his skin and burns low in his belly, wanting so badly that it hurts. the fire consumes him, forehead beading with sweat as he grows clammy all over. he finds himself unable to identify the wetness between his legs, either sweat or something more entirely.

he desperately wants relief so without thinking about it, he follows his body’s urging. yoongi’s thigh slots between his legs and jungkook instinctively ruts against it, cock already half hard.

it feels mind blowingly good, better than anything jungkook ever experienced. he heard that some omegas feel this impossible desire during their heats, but he never felt that way during the few heats that he went through. his body remains too weak and frail to successfully go through them regularly, only feeling excruciating pain the entire time. he imagines this sensation rivals that tremendous desire.

jungkook does it again, grinds his hips forward on the firm leg pressed between his thighs. pure bliss crashes into him, the heat inside of his belly growing stronger and more desperate. he breathes in yoongi’s rich scent and feels his insides tingle in delight. he curls his fingers around the fabric of yoongi’s shirt and scrunches his face, mouth parting as he breathes heavily. unable to contain himself, jungkook ruts forward again. and again. and again.

soft moans fall from his lips as he chases the desire inside of him. it consumes him, devours him whole until there’s nothing in his mind except the need for release. his hips move on their own, creating a quick rhythm as his cock rubs up and down yoongi’s leg. it feels so mind numbingly good that jungkook can’t control himself, he goes faster and harder in search of pleasure. he whimpers too loud for the quiet of the night and then yoongi’s body stiffens beneath him.

the alpha’s scent drips with rich, spicy desire the moment he wakes up. jungkook smells the change immediately and it spurs him on, hips rutting faster in search of the end of his madness. his body feels wild, uncontrollable as he moves his hips and curls his fingers and rubs his face against yoongi’s neck.

“omega,” yoongi growls, hands gripping jungkook’s hips so tightly that it almost hurts.

jungkook feels wilder, more feral knowing that yoongi lays awake with him. he stays held in place by yoongi’s hands so he can no longer move, denied the pleasure he wants so badly. jungkook tries to rut forward but yoongi’s hands stop him.

“alpha,” jungkook cries as he pulls on yoongi’s shirt and whines into his neck, continuing to rut forward even though his hips remain in place every time.

“are you this desperate, little omega?” yoongi rasps, voice rough and impossibly deep. “humping my thigh like a bitch in heat.”

“f-feels so good, want… want more,” jungkook says breathily, desperation dripping from his pores. .

yoongi chuckles low in his chest and it shoots straight to jungkook’s cock. he wants more, wants it so badly that he could cry. he tries to move his hips but it remains futile since yoongi still holds him in place. jungkook whines, high pitched and pleading.

“should i let you after you’ve woken me up with your little cock against my thigh? hmm? after you used my sleeping body to get what you wanted without even asking? should i let you have more?”

“yes,” jungkook says immediately.

“why is that?”

“w-want it so badly. alpha smells so good, feels so good.” jungkook breathes heavily, body wringing desperately in yoongi’s hold. the alpha stays quiet, not responding or releasing his hold on jungkook’s hips. his desire eats him alive, unable to stand it any longer. “i’m good, good to you and take care of you and let you do whatever you want.”

“you are. such a sweet, giving little omega. always dying to please.”

one of yoongi’s hands slips lower until he squeezes the fat of jungkook’s ass cheek between his fingers. he pushes jungkook’s hips forward until his cock presses against his thigh again, but he doesn’t let him move. that small stimulation shoots pleasure through jungkook’s body, another gasp falling from his parted lips.

“ask nicely,” yoongi whispers in jungkook’s ear. “ask nicely and maybe alpha will let you have what you want.”

“please, alpha. please, want it so bad.”

yoongi lets him go. his hands remain heavy on jungkook’s skin, but he no longer holds him in place to keep him from chasing his pleasure. he sighs in relief the moment his achingly hard cock ruts against yoongi’s thigh, simultaneously leaking from his tip and his hole to create a wet mess of his lower half.

the pressure inside of jungkook quickly builds with every thrust of his hips, yoongi growling beneath him as his warm touch sears into jungkook’s skin. his face presses harshly into yoongi’s neck to get more of the delicious scent that bleeds from his scent gland. he chases his desire like a man starved, inexperienced and uncoordinated. he presses too hard and moves his hips too rapidly, rutting wildly without any control. he does what feels right, body moving on its own accord.

time no longer exists in this moment, the world frozen in the little bubble perched precariously around them. jungkook whines and moans in yoongi’s ear and yoongi just lets him, body firm and still as jungkook’s hands fly all over his body in search of something to hold onto. he grows more and more desperate as he edges close to his release, coil winding so tight that he might burst. panic rises inside of him, urgent to find relief but he can’t get there.

“shh,” yoongi shushes him, gently thumbing over the flesh of his hips. “calm down, little omega.”

“i c-can’t,” jungkook cries, brain fuzzy and distant as the pleasure verges on too much.

“you can.” yoongi says low and deep.

jungkook grows more distraught when his release never comes, relief evading him as the pressure builds until it hurts. his cock feels like it might fall off from how hard and fast he thrusts against yoongi’s thigh, every cell in his body begging for this to end.

“a-alpha,” jungkook says brokenly, tears welling up in his eyes in desperation.

yoongi takes pity on him then. he uses his hands to steady jungkook’s hips and guides him against his thigh in a different way, directing his thrusts to be less shallow and wild. he slows him down just a little, helps him follow through with his strokes and stimulate his cock in a way that feels even better. jungkook lets yoongi move him as he pleases, finally reaching the precipice of his peak.

he comes against yoongi’s thigh with a cry, sucking the alpha’s scent gland into his mouth while his body trembles with overstimulation. yoongi keeps him moving through it, gripping his hips tightly. jungkook’s body twitches and writhes in pleasure, the most amazing thing he ever experienced. his mind goes blank, white hot pleasure coursing through his veins. he can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t move. it takes him a moment to come down from his unbelievable high, yoongi only stopping the movement of his hips when he whines and pulls away, jungkook’s hands gripping onto yoongi’s chest as he slowly comes back to himself.

“thank you,” jungkook whispers, his body exhausted as his eyes slowly start closing on their own. yoongi grumbles deep in his chest, the sound comforting to jungkook’s ears. his scent surrounds jungkook in peace and delight, soft lips pressing against his forehead right as he drifts back to sleep.

things change after that night.

yoongi grows more distant, something jungkook never imagined was possible. after two days since the incident, they live in total silence. yoongi spends no time with jungkook, claiming he needs to focus on his projects and finally finish them. they no longer bathe together or hang out while jungkook tends to his garden or gravitate towards each other in the nights. they revert back to the way they were when yoongi first showed up here.

jungkook blames himself.

he caused this to happen and it eats away at him. he never should’ve done what he did, not even asking yoongi before he used his body to chase his own release. he knows he messed up and he sincerely regrets it, unaware of the gravity of his actions in that moment. something inside of him slowly dies without yoongi’s comforting presence now that he grew used to being with him so much, driven crazy without him.

everything changed in just three short weeks. he lived on his own for most of his life and taught himself how to enjoy the silence and tranquility of being alone. he grew used to the loneliness and isolation, so he doesn’t understand why his world verges on collapse when he pictures living without yoongi. devastation gnaws at his insides, eating away at everything bright and lively inside of him. his heart tears to shreds with every passing moment, terrified to feel this way when he lived with yoongi in his life for such a short amount of time. it consumes him and he detests it, not wanting to be so dependent on another person. he ruined everything.

yoongi finally talks to him after dinner.

“jungkook,” he says, avoiding his eyes. “i have something for you.”

jungkook’s heart truly beats for the first time in days, eagerly looking at yoongi even though he knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up. the alpha walks out the front door and then returns with something in his hands, fluffy and light brown and a little furry. he stands in front of jungkook in the middle of the cabin with something somber about his demeanor, jungkook’s stomach falling out of his ass.

“here,” yoongi says, handing him the soft item.

jungkook recognizes it as the fur from the deer yoongi killed a couple weeks ago, expertly softened and made into a blanket. it spans so large that it would cover jungkook’s bed two times over, extremely well crafted and neatly made. jungkook’s heart flutters for a single moment because in another circumstance, this would be considered a courting gift.

“why?” jungkook whispers, heart pounding as tears begin to well up in his eyes. he waits with bated breath for the other shoe to drop.

“i know it’s not much, but i wanted to thank you for saving my life. you took me in and cared for me when you didn’t have to. you nursed me back to health, doing much more than i could’ve ever asked for.” yoongi says quietly, looking anywhere but jungkook’s eyes. his scent spikes with bitterness.

“yoongi—“

“i’ll be leaving tomorrow.” yoongi says, finality in his tone.

jungkook’s heart stops beating. the world crashes around him. he can’t breathe, doesn’t want to believe what he heard even though he knew it was coming. he drove yoongi away, he caused all of this. he ruined everything and hates himself for it.

“b-but—“

“thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” yoongi says sincerely, leaving and walking out the front door.

jungkook wants to chase after him, wants to scream and cry and demand that yoongi stays. he has an endless list of options flashing through his mind, so many ways he could force yoongi to come back and stay with him forever. he collapses to the ground on his knees, blanket grasped tightly to his chest. yoongi wants to leave him. he got a tiny glimpse of how good life can be and now it will get ripped away from him so cruelly.

jungkook lays in bed and cries himself to sleep. alone. it hurts so badly.

yoongi attempts to leave early in the morning before jungkook wakes up.

even in his sleep, jungkook hears him. his omega howls inside of him and he wakes up with a start as yoongi walks to the door.

“wait!” jungkook shouts, blood curdling and guttural.

yoongi freezes in place facing the door, scent distraught and bitter and sour. jungkook hates it with everything in him, unable to comprehend why yoongi wants to leave when his body clearly displays his desire to stay.

“how could you leave without saying goodbye?” jungkook whispers, tears already lining his vision. his chest aches, empty and devastated as the only person he ever cared about tries to walk away and leave him behind. jungkook gets up from the bed and rushes over to yoongi, not accepting his silence.

“why?” jungkook cries. “a-alpha, why? why are you leaving me?”

yoongi only turns around when jungkook clings to his back like a little monkey that claws and grasps at yoongi’s skin, trying to get ahold of him so he can’t leave. he breathes quick and shallow, lump in his throat. everything hurts. yoongi has a look of despair in his eyes, jungkook seeing it even though he tries to hide it. dark eyes red and strained, jaw clenched so tightly that it might snap. he remains stiff and solid and unmoving, silent while jungkook melts to dust in front of him.

yoongi can’t leave, jungkook won’t let him.

he walks towards the bed and pulls yoongi with him, the alpha falling onto the bed first and breaking their fall. he sits up against the headboard and jungkook follows closely behind, refusing to let him out of his sight for even a millisecond.

“you can’t go!” jungkook says through his sobbing, crawling onto yoongi to straddle his lap. he loops his arms around yoongi’s neck and pulls him close, the alpha silent as he sits there and lets jungkook cling to him. “you can’t! you can’t leave me!”

yoongi trails a gentle hand up jungkook’s back and looks at him pensively, eyes cold and heartless. jungkook hates it. he wants yoongi to want him, to feel as heartbroken as he does. he buries his face into yoongi’s neck as he cries, rubbing the scent gland over and over again with his nose and lips. he feels so distraught and moves so aggressively that the sensitive skin starts to turn red under his ministrations. still, yoongi lets him be.

“alpha,” jungkook whimpers. “alpha, please. you can’t… can’t leave me.”

“i have to,” yoongi says, firm and low.

“no, you don’t.” jungkook retorts quickly, shaking his head.

“what do you propose i do? stay here and join your pack and play house with you for the rest of my life? stay locked in one place and suffocate inside, never returning to the forest where i belong?”

“would that be so bad?” jungkook asks brokenly, pulling back to stare at yoongi. tears stream down his face and he clings to him like he’s going to disappear out from under him.

“i’m a rogue wolf, little omega. i'm wild and lawless and free. i’m not made for your lifestyle.” yoongi replies, hands lowering until he grips jungkook by his hips. his touch remains warm and intoxicating even when jungkook feels his life falling apart. he leans in and attaches his wet mouth to jungkook’s neck, the omega’s eyes fluttering closed at the overwhelming feeling.

“don’t go,” jungkook whispers. “please, stay.”

yoongi’s mouth on his neck distracts him for a moment. he can’t think about anything except how good it feels, absentmindedly rutting himself in yoongi’s lap causing their thinly covered cocks to brush together. jungkook brokenly whines, mouth falling open.

“you’ll forget about me,” yoongi whispers into jungkook’s ear.

“i won’t,” jungkook shakes his head.

“you’ll mate a nice, caring alpha who makes you happy. you’ll be pupped up in no time. you’ll keep your home clean and your alpha satisfied. you won’t even think of me.”

“no,” jungkook says. “don’t want that. i want you.”

yoongi opens his legs a little more, jungkook’s thighs spreading at the action. his hands start to drift lower on jungkook’s backside and he gasps, swallowing down the want inside of him.

“t-take me with you,” jungkook cries, hiccuping around his words.

“to live like a savage in the woods?”

jungkook nods vigorously, staring into yoongi’s eyes with desperation and intensity. “i’ll be good for you. i’ll do anything you tell me to. i won’t be a burden. just want to be with you.”

a low, rumbling chuckle sounds from yoongi’s throat as he licks at jungkook’s scent gland. jungkook can’t hold back his moan, trying so hard to stay focused and convince yoongi to stay. “i know. you’re the sweetest, prettiest little omega in the world. you’re so good, too good for my life.”

“then… then why don’t you want me?” jungkook sobs, frame wracking with the weight of his despair. he lays his head on yoongi’s shoulder, can’t hold his head up any longer.

“you think i don’t want you?” yoongi growls, low and breathy. “you’re all i want. i want you so much that my alpha spends every second thinking about sinking my teeth into your neck and keeping you forever.”

jungkook gasps, heart beating out of his chest. yoongi’s fingers brush his rim over his soaked panties and the touch has him seeing stars.

“do it,” jungkook begs.

“i won’t ruin you, pretty baby. you deserve someone good.”

“you are good. you’re so good to me. took such good care of me the whole time you were here. got me meat and fed me and made me feel so good.” jungkook’s eyes and throat burn from crying.

he cries so much that his vision goes blurry, begging and pleading with all his might. he cries against yoongi’s chest, the alpha’s touch so hot on his skin that he hardly thinks about anything else. despair overtakes his mind until everything turns fuzzy. one minute sobs rip painfully from his throat, the next yoongi’s mouth devours his. he tries to say a lot of things but his voice stops working. he claws at yoongi’s body, refusing to let it slip from his fingers. he doesn’t want to let him go, doesn’t want to live without him.

jungkook’s mind goes hazy. he blinks and finds yoongi’s mouth sucking marks into his neck with two fingers shoved inside of him. he whines and keens at the sensation, everything messy and wet and hurried. the stretch at his rim burns, but the pain makes him feel alive. he wants yoongi to go further, deeper, harder. he doesn’t want to be able to forget him once he truly abandons him.

“alpha,” jungkook whines, high pitched and primal. his tears have stopped for now, but the ache in his heart hasn’t. “please.”

yoongi hovers over him, both of them rid of their clothes. jungkook blinks away his confusion about how this happened, looking down at his bare skin and wanting this more than he ever wanted anything in his life. yoongi leans down and presses their lips together, hot and clumsy.

“are you sure?” yoongi asks, voice strained and rough.

“y-yes, please. want it. want it so badly. please, alpha.”

yoongi lines his cock up with jungkook’s rim and slowly pushes in, stretching jungkook until it feels like no room remains. he somehow finds more. his cock is so big that jungkook can feel it on every inch of his walls, splitting him open impossibly wide. his rim burns as he lays there and takes yoongi’s cock inside of him, his length never ending. it keeps filling him up until he feels so full that he might break, yoongi pushing in until jungkook bursts at the seams. he whimpers beneath the alpha, feeling so much at one time. when he finally pushes all the way in, yoongi’s hips press flush against jungkook’s ass.

“so pretty just for me. cant fucking breathe with you squeezing my cock like this.” yoongi rasps.

“f-full,” jungkook mumbles, choking as he struggles to bring oxygen into his lungs. “so big.”

the pain starts to subside slightly after a minute or two, yoongi kissing the curve of jungkook’s jaw as he slowly slides his cock out of him. once all the way out until just the tip remains at his rim, he pushes it back in at an agonizing pace. jungkook gasps, head thrown back against the bed with his mouth wide open and his eyes squeezed shut. it still hurts a little.

“so fucking tight,” yoongi growls.

the slow pace continues for a while, yoongi pushing himself so far into jungkook that it feels like he’s in his stomach. he can’t breathe or think, only able to focus on how yoongi’s cock splits him open as it spears inside of him. yoongi slides all the way out and then fucks back into him, doing this over and over until broken moans fall from jungkook’s mouth.

“better?”

“mmm, yeah.” jungkook says, small bits of pleasure flaring alongside the burn.

yoongi’s hips snap faster after that, building up the pressure and fucking into jungkook harder. his grip on jungkook’s hips grows harsh and bruising as it keeps him in place, impaling him on his cock over and over. jungkook lays there and mewls, overwhelmed by yoongi filling him so full and thrusting into him so hard. his body bounces up and down with every stroke of yoongi’s hips. he breathes heavily, heart racing until it threatens to explode inside of him.

the building pleasure quickly overtakes the pain. yoongi’s cock drags against his walls in a way that has him moaning, panting for more. it becomes intoxicating, addicting. he doesn’t know how he went this long without ever experiencing this, wanting to do this every day for the rest of his life. yoongi fucks into jungkook harshly, hips slamming into jungkook’s ass painfully hard. he thrusts impossibly fast and deep, repeatedly brushing against a place inside of jungkook that he didn’t know he had.

“f-feels so good,” jungkook whines.

yoongi leans down and sucks his neck into his mouth as jungkook locks his feet behind yoongi’s back, keeping himself in place with the harsh thrusts. the pressure in his stomach keeps building and building, consuming him as he lays beneath yoongi’s firm body and lets him take what he wants.

“perfect little omega,” yoongi says with a growl, low and deep. “can’t believe i’m the first one to have you like this.”

jungkook whimpers, overwhelmed by yoongi’s breath hot in his ear and his cock punching into him at a devastating speed. yoongi reaches down and takes jungkook's cock into his fist and jungkook writhes under the simultaneous stimulation to his cock and his hole.

“oh god,” jungkook cries. “a-alpha, alpha, alpha—“

“you’re so good,” yoongi says. “so sweet and pretty, letting alpha have you like this. taking my cock so well, made for it.”

he keeps fucking into jungkook until the omega thinks he’s going to explode, the pressure climbing and climbing until it can’t go any further. jungkook’s body jerks and seizes as yoongi works him through his release. jungkook comes all over his own stomach, yoongi’s fist and cock delivering a stimulation so good that he can’t even think anymore. his mind goes blank and he only thinks about having yoongi like this forever. he drowns in his euphoria, tidal waves knocking into him and dragging him under as he gasps for breath.

“knot me,” jungkook cries. “alpha, k-knot me. please!”

it doesn’t take long for yoongi to reach his own peak when jungkook squeezes his cock so tightly inside of him. yoongi keeps thrusting harder and more erratic. the pace builds until jungkook cries out, overstimulated and sore. yoongi’s hard cock punches deep inside of him and then with one last thrust, he explodes into jungkook. he fills him with cum, groaning loudly as he falls on top of him.

jungkook feels something huge pressing at his rim and it hurts, trying to squeeze past the tight ring of muscles. jungkook whines, grabbing tightly onto yoongi’s shoulders. yoongi keeps thrusting but harder than before. his knot won’t fit.

“too big!” jungkook yelps. “won’t fit!”

“it will.” yoongi says with a grunt, kissing jungkook’s neck and licking over his scent gland to placate him. he thrusts bruisingly hard against jungkook’s ass as he breathes heavily, lost in his own release.

“it won’t,” jungkook insists, shaking his head rapidly. yoongi’s knot grows bigger and bigger, feeling like a fist trying to squeeze into him when his hole already fills to the brim with yoongi’s massive cock.

“be a good omega and take it.”

he reaches down and pulls jungkook’s hole open with two fingers, the stretch so painful that tears start to sting at jungkook’s eyes. he wants yoongi’s knot so badly, doesn’t even think about the pain anymore. he wants it inside of him desperately enough that he would let yoongi rip him open just to fit it inside. when yoongi’s knot finally jams into jungkook, he whimpers and sags into the mattress. the impossibly full stretch burns worse than he ever anticipated, feeling like he’ll rip in two.

“alpha,” jungkook whines, sniffling against yoongi’s chest. “hurts.”

“sorry,” yoongi says, slowly adjusting them so that his weight rests more comfortably on top of jungkook.

jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed from everything that happened in the past hour. he can’t believe he lays here with yoongi’s cock inside of him, split open on his knot. even with all of the pain and newness, he wants to keep this forever. he swallows down the bile in his throat. yoongi traces his finger against jungkook’s skin, drawing shapes on the bare flesh on his hips. goosebumps break out across jungkook’s body and in that moment, he makes his decision.

“alpha,” jungkook whispers. yoongi looks at him. “wanna scent you.”

he bares his neck to jungkook without further prodding, lifting his head to expose the soft, sensitive skin on his throat. it looks so inviting, jungkook really can’t resist. he scents yoongi thoroughly, rubbing his lips back and forth across his scent gland until his scent blooms in the air and comforts jungkook. he doesn’t think he could ever live without it again.

without further warning, jungkook opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into yoongi’s skin. yoongi jumps with panic, but he has no way to escape because his knot locks them together. it only takes a few seconds for jungkook’s teeth to sink so deep that he forms a mating bite, permanently marking yoongi as his.

“omega,” yoongi growls, angry and hoarse. his pupils rapidly expand, heaving breaths pulling from his lungs. “what the fuck have you done?”

“you can’t leave me,” jungkook whispers once he pulls his teeth out, seeing the absolute turmoil on the alpha’s face. his inner omega dances with joy, unable to feel any remorse when it feels so right to be connected with their alpha like this.

“how could you do this? you’ll die!” yoongi shouts, seething with rage. he grabs onto jungkook’s shoulders with a bruising grip, shaking him against the mattress. “why would you be so careless to risk your life for this?”

“don’t wanna live without you.” jungkook says quietly, body light and weightless as the comfort from his new mating bite floods through his body.

yoongi’s bitter scent becomes suffocating in the small space of jungkook’s bedroom, eyes squinted and angry. his chest heaves as he breathes through his panic, glaring at jungkook with the most intense look he ever saw from the alpha. then yoongi leans in and sinks his teeth into jungkook’s neck. yoongi’s teeth in his skin immediately feels euphoric, their mating bond solidifying and becoming permanent. they have to be together forever now, have no other choice. yoongi pulls back and then licks over the raw, bleeding skin. jungkook just smiles.

“don’t be upset,” jungkook says, uncaring of the disdain in yoongi’s eyes.

“how could i not?” yoongi exclaims.

jungkook places a soft kiss to yoongi’s shoulder, moving up to the fresh bite on his neck and licking it until no blood remains. he places a soft kiss to the injured flesh. “i’ll be good, i promise.”

it falls quiet for a few minutes. they lay there with jungkook’s face buried in yoongi’s neck, rubbing his nose back and forth over yoongi’s scent gland. it must hurt, but yoongi doesn’t say anything. eventually yoongi’s knot starts to soften. it shrinks down until it gets small enough to slide out of jungkook and yoongi lays back on the bed, gaze empty as he stares at the wall. it only takes a few more minutes for the high to fade, jungkook’s rational thoughts returning to him and forcing him to realize the weight of his actions.

“what’s wrong?” yoongi asks, voice rough and raspy as it fills the room around them.

jungkook’s scent drips with worry, yoongi undoubtedly feeling his distress through the bond. the guilt of what jungkook has done weighs on him, creeps up his chest until he starts suffocating. he knows he has no excuse, but he couldn’t bear to let yoongi leave him.

“do you hate me?” jungkook whispers, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to yoongi. his ass aches terribly, rim swollen and sore from the aggressive fucking.

“no.”

jungkook crawls over to yoongi, can’t resist the urge to be next to him. he always felt that way, the urgency only heightened now that they mated. he slides up yoongi’s body, laying chest to chest as he straddles yoongi’s waist.

“you want me, right? you meant it?” jungkook asks, shaking with worry and fear.

“of course i want you, little omega. would’ve let you die otherwise.”

jungkook licks at the mating bite on yoongi’s neck. he sucks it into his mouth, letting it go when yoongi audibly winces. he feels bad, but his omega won’t calm down. he needs something, the warmth of his forced heat already licking at his veins. he needs more, needs to be closer to yoongi.

“i wanted you so badly,” jungkook says, tears streaming down his cheeks as he trembles against yoongi. it feels wrong to be distraught when he made this choice. “my alpha, couldn’t let you leave me. had to keep you, m’sorry.”

“shh,” yoongi whispers in jungkook’s ear, cock starting to harden against jungkook’s. “it’ll be okay. alpha’s staying, not going anywhere. don’t be upset.”

yoongi thrusts his hips up against jungkook’s, moving until his cock head catches on jungkook’s tender rim. jungkook whines and squirms against yoongi’s chest, lip quivering as he squeezes his eyes shut. yoongi licks at the bite on jungkook’s neck to placate him, hands firm on his hips to keep him in place.

“be good for alpha.” yoongi says, scent spiking with arousal as his rut starts to overtake him.

“hurts still,” jungkook whines, falling limp in yoongi’s hold because his body still wants his knot. he wants yoongi inside of him more than anything, desperate to feel him again. his instincts scream inside of him, urging him to breed.

“i’ll make you feel good, my pretty omega. let your alpha take care of you now. gonna be a rough few days.”

jungkook doesn’t fight it this time when yoongi thrusts up into him, something inside of him feeling so content to be stuffed full of his alpha's cock again. he wants to stay like this forever. jungkook smiles through the pain, soft and happy and content. he finds the last slivers of guilt washing away, unable to feel bad when yoongi makes him feel this good.

he gets to keep yoongi, mated to the only alpha he ever wanted. now yoongi can never leave him, staying together forever.