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Jimin has been scolded a total of three times today. Yes, he’s been keeping count and no, he doesn’t think the scoldings are at all justified. 

First of all, the person scolding him is Taehyung and that is simply unacceptable. Doesn’t the alpha realise that Jimin’s older than him? Secondly, it’s impossible to keep still as a statue when Jimin’s feeling nervous not just for their date but also for what he’s planning to do tonight. 

But he isn’t saying a word and nor is he sulking because he needs Taehyung’s help with his eyes. His hands aren’t quite as steady as the alpha’s. He needs more practice and besides, he doesn’t think his makeup skills are as good as Taehyung’s just yet. So he sits still and endures the gentle scoldings whenever he happens to tilt his head or blink at ‘the worst time’ as Taehyung would put it. 

It’s not that he’s doing it on purpose. He’s just nervous. 

And right then, he coughs. Right onto Taehyung’s face. 

“Jimin-ah, I love you a lot but I’m going to pinch you if you do that again,”

“I’m sorry!” Jimin cries, “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know but still,” Taehyung holds the eyeliner threateningly close to Jimin’s eye and whispers menacingly for good measure, “Don’t make me pinch you,”

“You’re so mean. I’m just…nervous,”

“What are you even nervous for? You’ve been on many dates with us,”

“Yeah but…I don’t like going to places like these,”

“ Ah ,” Taehyung does sound a little sympathetic this time, “You’ll get used to it soon, Jimin-ah. Besides, we’re getting a private room this time and I promise you, the food at that place is to die for. You’ll love it,”

Hearing they’ll be in a private room does wonders for his nerves and Jimin finds himself relieved and actually looking forward to the date now that there’s less chances of other people seeing him making embarrassing mistakes while dining with his mates. 

All of them go on dates quite frequently and Seokjin, Namjoon, and Taehyung love taking them to high-end places. Restaurants where Jimin feels severely out of place and if he’s being honest, scared, to be in. The restaurants are almost always too quiet for his liking and he has the sense that every one of his movements are being scrutinised. 

Once, during a date where all seven of them had gone to a restaurant of Seokjin’s choosing, Jimin had accidentally  sent his chicken flying straight at Yoongi while he was cutting it. Yoongi had found it hilarious but Jimin was mortified. He’s still mortified now, months later, just from thinking about it. He never wants to step foot in that place again. 

“Wait…are you actually nervous for tonight ?” Taehyung asks, a spark of mischief in his beautiful brown eyes. 

Jimin opens his mouth to deny it but he can’t quite find the right words. Especially since Taehyung is correct. Jimin is way more nervous for tonight than for their date. 

“Hah! I knew it!” The alpha shouts, overjoyed. 

“Don’t be so loud! And I’m n-not nervous!”

“You just admitted you are,”

“For our date but not for…for…”

“See how nervous you are? You can’t even bring yourself to say it,”

“I don’t want you to do my eyes anymore,” Jimin pouts, turning away from Taehyung. 

“ Aish , come on,”

“No,” Jimin replies petulantly, resolutely facing the other way. 

“Do you really want to go on our anniversary date with one eye done up in smokey glam and the other plain?”

Jimin looks across from him to the mirror and he spies how absurd he looks with only one eye done up in Taehyung’s very talented and careful hands. The other is still untouched. He also spies Taehyung behind him, looking like he’ll burst out laughing any minute. 

“Don’t laugh at me!” 

Jimin’s little outburst is cut immediately short when, upon turning, he finds Hoseok lingering at the door. The beta looks surprised and he smiles nervously, hugging the door frame to Jimin’s walk-in closet as he asks, “Everything okay?”

Jimin is too embarrassed to answer him. Fortunately, Taehyung calls the beta inside, explaining that Jimin and him are just playing around. 

Hoseok is holding two dress shirts, one is a glossy emerald green while the other is black with lace trimmings near the sleeves.

“ Ohh , pretty,” Taehyung whispers, his hand reaching out to touch the lace. 

“Yeah, I was hoping the two of you could help me pick,” Hoseok laughs, “Which one for our date?”

“The black one!” Taehyung and Jimin cry out simultaneously. 

“Oh, well…okay then,” Hoseok laughs, dragging an ottoman nearer to the duo and sitting, “I had the hardest time choosing and I thought the two of you would too,”

“The emerald one is really pretty but you rarely wear black and I’m always biased to lace so,” Taehyung shrugs, “The black one it is,”

At the same time, he tilts Jimin’s face back to him and starts putting eyeliner on the omega. 

“Maybe you can wear the emerald one on our next date, hyung,” Jimin says, this time being very aware of his movements and trying his best to not give Taehyung a hard time, “But I think the black one is really gorgeous for this afternoon,”

“Okay, pups. Black one it is,”

Jimin sits in silence for a while as Hoseok watches Taehyung work his magic and asks a few questions about the products he’s using. The beta then asks Jimin, in a more subdued tone, “Is your plan tonight still on?”

Jimin starts to pinken up, “Yes,”

“That’s great. Joonie can be very frustrating sometimes,” Hoseok pats Jimin’s cheek kindly, “So sometimes, we need to take charge,”

Jimin is hoping he won’t really have to ‘take charge’ tonight. God knows he’s feeling way out of his depth as it is and the night in question hasn’t even begun yet. 

Today is the day of their pack’s ‘anniversary’. Jimin was told that since not everybody joined the pack on the same dates, they’ve chosen to celebrate their pack’s formation on the 1st of December. 

And as for tonight…well, Jimin has had quite enough of Namjoon’s hesitance. It’s been months since they made up and the pack alpha and him haven’t progressed much farther than kissing. Namjoon has been lovely and he’s been at home more since they returned from Hadong but for some reason, the man won’t initiate anything more than a kiss. 

“He doesn’t want to push you into anything,” Hoseok had said, when Jimin confessed the issue to him a few days ago in shy yet frustrated whispers. 

“But it’s not pushing if I want it,” Jimin had pouted and upon realising he had just admitted to wanting to mate with Namjoon, had turned beet red and refused to talk nor even look at Hoseok for the next few minutes. 

“You may want it, Jimin-ah, but does Namjoonie know that? He’s a bit of an idiot, you know, when it comes to things like this. 

“How can he not know? He knows about…about us? Doesn’t he?”

“I’m sure he knows about us but that doesn’t mean he thinks you’d want him the same way. He might be wondering about it and he definitely wants you, Jimin, but he won’t make the first move,”

Jimin groans, “Why not?”

“He doesn’t want to risk anything, Jimin-ah. I think he might be afraid that you won’t want him and if he makes a move, it might make you uncomfortable,”

Jimin had thought that the pack alpha was really an idiot if he truly thought that Jimin didn’t want him. 

“What should I do? I don’t…I don’t wanna talk to him about this. It’s embarrassing,”

Hoseok had consoled Jimin and had tried persuading him to have a talk with Namjoon but Jimin simply would not even think of attempting that. He’d be mortified. And how would he even start that sort of conversation? 

Days passed and with the help of Taehyung and Hoseok, Jimin had decided he’ll abandon any attempts at talking and as Taehyung suggested, put more effort in showing the pack alpha just how much Jimin wants him. 

Which brings him to today. Once their anniversary lunch is over, it’ll leave Jimin with a few hours to prepare himself for the night. Taehyung had helped him choose a piece of lingerie and he’s told Jimin about what to expect. 

“You better tell Namjoon hyung it’s your first time. He’s probably thinking you’ve already gone all the way with us,”

“I don’t really wanna say anything…”

Taehyung had laughed, “Yeah, no. That’s not gonna happen, Jimin. Hyung’s going to make you talk. He’s really big on consent,”

Jimin had been very nervous, and he still is, but he thinks he’s more ready to face the night now than he was a few days ago. 

Hoseok leans in, “You know, I’m pretty good at makeup too. And I’ve been wanting to doll you up for ages now,”

“Oh my god, Jimin, you have to let Hoseok hyung do your makeup tonight! He’s really good with like—what do you call it?—those like, angelic, innocent, looks,”

Hoseok laughs, “Yeah, I’m not so good with these bold stuff that Taehyung does. Mine are more…calm? Wait, that’s not it,”

“Nah, it sort of is, hyung. He can make anyone look like they’re good little virgins with his makeup. I don’t know how he does it but anyway, Jimin, Namjoon hyung loves shit like that,”

“Yah, language,” Hoseok pouts. 

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, a little fearful yet excited for the answer.

“He loves it when we put on this shy and innocent act. The fastest way to get him to pop a knot is to pretend to be all helpless and act like he’s the first person to ever touch you like that. Just ask Hoseok hyung. He does it all the time,”

Hoseok looks scandalised as he gasps, “Shut up! I never do that…”

“Sure you don’t,”

Getting redder by the second, Hoseok stands and declares, “I have to go…get ready. Jimin-ah, hyung will make you even prettier tonight, okay?”

“Okay, hyung,” 

Not long after Hoseok left, Taehyung holds Jimin’s chin carefully between his fingers, tilting the omega’s face this way and that before he smiles, “Gorgeous. Where did you learn to do your blush like this? It’s pretty,”

“I watched a tutorial video,” 

“You’ll have to teach me one of these days,”

Jimin stands and kisses Taehyung’s cheek, “You already know how to,”

“No, I don’t,”

“You’re just saying that to me feel good about my makeup,”

“I’m not,” Taehyung sounds both amused and honest, “Really, I mean it. You look very pretty and your makeup’s gorgeous,”

Taehyung leaves soon after making Jimin promise to teach him. The alpha claims he needs to get himself ready or else they’ll be late like they always are for their dates. 

Jimin knows for a fact that Seokjin has told Taehyung a different time by which he should be ready. It’s about twenty minutes earlier than the time told to the rest of the pack and Jimin isn’t about to say a word of it to Taehyung. The alpha has made them late enough times for Jimin to learn his lesson. 

He quietly goes about his closet, putting away the makeup products he’s used and taking out his outfit for the date. 

He’ll be wearing a white turtleneck knitted sweater with a pair of brown pants. The simplicity of his outfit he makes up for with the accessories. A pearl necklace is fastened around his neck and displayed elegantly atop his sweater, Namjoon’s family heirloom given to him and now worn for the first time. A dainty watch from Yoongi decorates his left wrist while his right wrist has one of the many bracelets given to him by Taehyung. On his ears, a pair of diamond studs from Seokjin. His ring finger, a ring from Hoseok with a tiny pearl affixed onto the silver band. Jimin thinks it goes with his necklace beautifully. 

And the last touch, two sprays of perfume that Jungkook gifted him, one spray to his wrist and another to his neck and he’s ready to go. 

One look in the mirror shows him a well put-together ensemble and he hopes he’ll do well today. Going to these sorts of places tend to make him feel insecure but Jungkook had told him once that it gets better with time. 

Jimin supposes he doesn’t feel quite ill at ease as he used to anymore but that swirling feeling in his chest is still there, muted yet present all the same. 

A few pings from his phone distract him from thinking about the date and he checks it to see texts from his mates. Apparently, they’re all waiting in the den with the exception of Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. The corners of his lips twitch with mirth as he reads Yoongi’s text in the group chat, threatening to withhold his anniversary present from them if the ‘divas’ of the groups won’t come down soon. 

He giggles softly, clearly envisioning Yoongi’s annoyed expression in his mind’s eye. He can even perfectly hear the alpha’s voice, grumbling over being kept waiting. 

But he does grab his bag and hurries down to the den, a fluttery feeling in his heart now gently replacing the slight anxiety he’d been feeling. He’d never admit it to anyone but he gets giddy with happiness when he’s seeing his mates. It’s the kind of feeling that has him smiling to himself and humming a soft tune under his breath. 

And the feeling often captures him by surprise. He’ll be lounging on his bed, reading a book, when his door opens and Seokjin would peek inside to ask if he’d like some snacks. He would feel it then, that deep, soulful joy as he glances at his alpha’s face. Or other times too, when he’s baking, writing, or tidying, and one of his mates would join him. He’d feel so happy, so irrevocably in love , that he sometimes wondered if they could tell. 

And it’s silly, he thinks, that he’d feel this way about people he sees every day but isn’t that what being in love is all about? 

The den is warm and stepping inside, Jimin feels that all too familiar urge to nest. The last time he nested in here was about a week ago and it’s about time he makes a new one for his mates. 

“ Ah , our lovely omega finally gracing us with his presence,” Seokjin places his phone down and his eyes sparkle once he spies Jimin’s earrings, “Sweetheart, come closer. Are those the earrings I gave you?”

“Yes,” Jimin says, delighted that the alpha notices so soon and with a blush already tinting his cheeks a pretty pink, he walks over to the man. 

“Beautiful. I knew you’d make them look exquisite,” Seokjin’s fingers caress his ear gently, almost reverently touching the softness of his earlobes. 

The alpha’s hands then guide him by the elbows to sit on the beanbag by the fireplace, “Go on. I’ve warmed it up for you,”

“Gross,” Jungkook mutters.

“What’s that, Jungkook-ah?”

“Nothing, Jin hyung,”

Jimin sits beside Jungkook and the maknae is all delight and excitement once he smells the perfume that Jimin has chosen. 

“Do you like it, hyung? I thought it’d complement your peaches scent really nicely…that’s why I got it for you,”

The fragrance Jungkook got for him smells light, vanilla with a hint of floral. Jimin loves it and he tells the alpha so. 

That’s when Namjoon comes to him, kneeling beside his bean bag to touch his necklace. 

“Mine?”

Jimin knows Namjoon is referring to the gift but something about the man’s deep timbre of a voice and his proximity is making his belly swoop. 

“Yours,” He replies, voice barely more than a tiny whisper. 

Namjoon’s eyes look at him then, those dark orbs of his seeming to know just what exactly is going on inside Jimin’s mind and heart. He leans closer and Jimin thinks they might kiss before the alpha tilts his chin gently to the side, aiming for his neck. 

“Beautiful,” Namjoon whispers, his lips grazing the shell of Jimin’s ear as his hand leaves a featherlight touch on the omega’s scent gland. Jimin doesn’t know if Namjoon’s referring to the necklace or to himself but in that moment, he doubts he could even tell his own name if someone were to ask him. 

Namjoon scents him a little before leaving a kiss on his cheek. 

“Thank you for wearing it, pup,” 

Although Jimin thinks he owes the alpha at least an assurance that he doesn’t need to be thanked, that it’s a pleasure to wear the alpha’s family heirloom, the words are stuck in his throat and the best he can do is hum softly, smiling at Namjoon before his nerves get the better of him and force him to avert his gaze. 

He hears a soft chuckle and his cheeks are warm as Namjoon pinches him there gently. And then the alpha is off to sit beside Yoongi, leaving Jimin all pink and flustered. 

Jimin’s thankful for the distance, though. Being around the alpha these past few days has been a bit nerve wracking due to his plan tonight. 

When Hoseok walks in the room a few minutes later, he is greeted with many compliments and warm praises. Even Jimin, knowing what the beta is going to wear, is mesmerised by the beauty of his hyung and joins in when the others marvel at Hoseok’s chosen outfit. 

“I’m going to see what’s keeping him,” Yoongi announces once several minutes have passed after Hoseok has entered the room. 

“Don’t scold him,” Hoseok calls after the alpha.

“Of course not. You really think I’d scold the baby on our anniversary? I’m not that awful, Hoseok-ah,” 

“I didn’t say you were,” The beta laughs softly, watching Yoongi’s back exit the room with a fondness in his eyes. 

Barely a few seconds after Yoongi leaves the room, they all hear Taehyung’s deep voice with its usual boyish playfulness, warning something to the older alpha. Taehyung must already be somewhere close to the den if they can hear his voice. 

And soon after the warning comes a shriek, a delighted one, although he’s saying something too. Once his voice nears, they can all hear the protests,

“Let me down! You’re ruining my shirt!”

“No I’m not,” Yoongi’s voice replies.

“You’re gonna break your back. We both know it’s fragile,”

And then a smack. 

“ Ow! Ugh, you’re gonna get it once I’m on my feet,”

Another smack comes and Jimin can’t help giggling as he hears Yoongi saying, “Is that how you talk to your hyung?”

Everybody in the den is getting up and heading to the door through which Yoongi, with Taehyung slung over his shoulder, appears. The composer gives Taehyung another light smack, announcing to the rest of the pack, 

“I got the diva. Let’s go,” 

“You okay there, Taetae?” Hoseok asks, a smile curling the beta’s pretty lips. 

“Yeah. Can you believe Yoongi hyung’s strong enough to lift me like this?” 

“You want another smack?” Yoongi threatens.

Taehyung keeps quiet but Jimin can see the funny face the young alpha is pulling behind his hyung’s back. 

Seokjin trails along beside Yoongi and Jimin hears his worried voice asking Yoongi something that the other alpha brushes off with a smile.

“That was years ago, hyung. I’m fully healed now,”

As they reach the front door, Jimin is pulled along by Jungkook to the maknae’s new Mercedes, a sleek and shiny black car that Jimin still feels in awe of. Jungkook got it for his birthday and it’s not a rare occurrence to find the youngest alpha in their garage at odd hours of the day (and sometimes night), cleaning the car meticulously. 

“Do you wanna ride with me?” Jungkook asks and it’s near impossible to turn him down when he’s got those big dark eyes staring at Jimin so sweetly. 

“Of course I do,”

“Okay! You get shotgun privilege,” 

Jimin is ushered into the passenger seat and swiftly buckled up. 

In front of him, Jimin can see through the windshield that Seokjin’s practical Lexus is the other car that the pack will be heading to the restaurant with. At the moment, Yoongi is letting Taehyung off his back and in the blink of an eye, Jimin sees Taehyung pushing the older alpha against the side of the car, keeping his hands on either side of Yoongi’s head so the alpha can’t budge. 

Jimin leans forward, eagerly watching with a tiny squeal as Taehyung starts kissing Yoongi senseless. 

And just as quickly as it happens, Taehyung now stops. He breaks the kiss, leans away and leaves Yoongi behind him as he walks to Jungkook’s car. 

Yoongi is left pink and breathless, a hand pressed to his mouth as his eyes follow Taehyung’s retreating back. 

Taehyung gets in the backseat just as Yoongi is being pushed playfully into Seokjin’s car by a laughing Hoseok. 

“Why did you do that? Hyung got so pink!” Jimin swivels around to see Taehyung winking at him with a little smirk. 

“That’s for all the smacks he gave me,”

“I don’t think it’s much of a payback though. Hyung probably likes it,”

“Oh, he does. But he hates it when we see him blushing like that,”

Jimin turns back around, mumbling, “He looks like he’s planning some sort of payback of his own. His eyes look deadly when you were walking away,”

“It’s all part of the plan, my little Jiminie,”

When Jimin turns around with a little confused pout, Taehyung says, “You’re not the only one with a plan to get laid tonight,”

“Don’t say it like that,” 

“Like what?”

“I’m not…I’m not g-getting laid,”

“Uh…what’ll you be doing then?”

Making love , Jimin thinks. But he’d rather keep quiet rather than actually say that out loud. Especially to Taehyung. He knows now that he’ll get teased to hell and back for saying anything that makes him seem like too much of a goody-two-shoes. 

Thankfully, Jungkook gets in the car just then and Jimin is saved from having to answer. 

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Here Jimin is again, back in the same couch he was in a few hours ago, but now their date is over and instead of having Taehyung pretty him up, he has Hoseok. The beta is quiet while he works, quite the opposite of Taehyung whose busy hands don't at all affect his chattiness. 

Taehyung’s here too, sitting by the side and watching the two of them closely. 

Jimin knows he’s being watched partly because the alpha wants to learn some of Hoseok’s skills and partly because he’s worried Jimin might start crying again. 

He had cried at their anniversary date. Not the sniffling, quiet crying that some of his mates were doing but his tears were ugly, heaving sobs. And he truly hadn’t meant to cry so hard but their date was coming towards the end and they were going around the table saying their thanks and love but when it came to his turn, all the gratitude he felt, the love, fondness, warmth for his mates made him too emotional to speak and it all eventually burst forth in tears. 

It took a good few minutes for him to calm down enough to be able to talk but by then, he knew he had frightened them a bit. And he isn’t very sure now that they believed him when he told them he was crying happy tears. 

Well, at least they had dined in a private room. And what’s more, Namjoon had made sure the restaurant deleted any CCTV footage from their private date so at least nobody apart from his mates saw him crying. 

“Open up, pup,”

His lips are being tapped gently and he opens them, letting Hoseok apply pink lip gloss onto them. 

His makeup isn’t that heavy, not like the makeup for his date earlier. He had requested Hoseok to do something simple but still pretty for tonight. He’s a little shy of going to Namjoon with a full-face…it feels a bit too much for him. 

“Try to let him catch you early on, okay? We don’t want the two of you to get carried away,” Hoseok reminds him. 

“I’m not going to get carried away,” There’s a little whine in his voice and Jimin blushes, “I don’t even think I can run that fast,”

“You’d be surprised how much adrenaline a chase can give you,” 

“Yeah,” Taehyung nods, looking very serious, “And Namjoon hyung gets really affected sometimes when he’s chasing you. It’s so hot,”

Hoseok laughs softly, “It is hot, I’ll admit that much but Jimin-ah, tonight is going to be your first time so I think it’s best if Namjoon is not too alpha,”

“Okay, hyung,” 

“How are you going to get him to chase you?” Taehyung asks. 

“I don’t know…I haven’t really thought about it. I was thinking I’d just go into his room and…I don’t know…”

Hoseok is almost finished with him, Jimin knows. The beta is now fluffing up his hair and then rummaging through the bag he’s brought for something. He takes out a small purple bottle and is about to say something before Taehyung beats him to it.

“Here, Jimin-ah. I’ve sent you an ugly pic of hyung. You show him that and then tell him you’re gonna send it to Jin hyung. Then you run,”

Jimin looks at his phone and gasps at the picture of a mouth-wide-open Namjoon, sleeping in the car, “You’re so mean! What if he gets annoyed, though?”

“Nah, he’s not gonna get annoyed over something like this. But trust me, he’ll definitely chase you cause he hates it when Jin hyung gets his ugly pics. Jin hyung likes to put any weird pics in our Christmast cards,” 

“Okay. But I’m not gonna send it to anyone,”

“Sure but it’s useful to have these. I always use them to blackmail people,”

And Jimin knows it all too well. He’s got tons of his packmates’ pictures not exactly looking their best, mostly posted in their group chat by Taehyung or Seokjin, sometimes Hoseok. Usually, the pictures would come after some petty arguments. 

“Pup, I’ll put this in your room, okay? On your bedside table,” Hoseok says, showing him the purple bottle again. 

“What’s that?” 

“Lube, in case you need it,”

Jimin can feel himself getting red and he nods wordlessly. 

Hoseok taps his nose fondly, telling Jimin to have fun and to not be too worried. 

“Namjoon will take good care of you. Don’t be nervous,”

Jimin smiles, feeling his cheeks warm even more. 

He fingers the edge of his white satin robe, letting the coolness of the fabric distract him from his thoughts. The pure white robe he’s wearing is a stark contrast to the black, lacy garment he has beneath. It’s his first time wearing lingerie and Hoseok has helped him choose something a bit more modest for him to wear on top so he wouldn’t feel too shy. 

Their initial plan was to just let Namjoon walk into Jimin’s room for the night and for Jimin to be waiting on the bed with nothing but the lingerie on but after thinking about it, Jimin doesn’t think he can do that. Not yet, at least. 

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks him, hand beneath his chin to tip up gently. 

Jimin looks up at the alpha and smiles, “I am. I’m just…”

“Nervous?” The alpha smiles softly.

“Yeah, a little,”

“That’s okay. But promise me you’ll enjoy yourself, okay? Just let hyung do all the work. He likes that,”

Jimin looks away with a small laugh, thinking to himself that it’s not like he has anything else planned apart from letting the alpha take the reins. And as for enjoying himself, he’s come to learn how skillful his mates are when it comes to their more intimate aspects of loving each other. He himself is still learning but he doesn’t at all doubt that he’ll have a good time tonight. Hopefully. 

With all of that in his mind, it’s no wonder he jumps when the door to his walk-in closet is knocked and a moment later, opened. 

He clutches the neckline of his robe, all too aware of how low it is. 

It’s Yoongi, who gets scolded right away for scaring Jimin. 

“Sorry! I’m looking for Taehyung,”

“Here,” Taehyung says and when Yoongi’s eyes flit over to the alpha, Jimin realises that the man has noticed him too. 

He knows it’s weird for him to be here, with his makeup freshly done at a time when he’d normally be getting ready for bed. Plus, the robe. It’s a short one, the hem ending somewhere near his mid-thigh and he pulls at it self-consciously, suddenly shy to be gazed at by Yoongi even though the man has seen him naked quite a few times now. 

“Are you going somewhere, Jimin-ah?” 

“Um…n-no,” 

Taehyung leaves Jimin’s side with a couple pats on the omega’s pink cheek and he whispers something to Yoongi upon reaching the man. He also pulls Yoongi out of the room, leaving Jimin in Hoseok’s company. 

“Ready?” Hoseok asks him as soon as the door to Jimin’s room is shut. 

“I think so,” 

The beta then kneels down so that Jimin has to tilt his head down a bit to see the man eye to eye.

“Puppy, are you doing this because you want to?”

“Hyung, of course I am,” Jimin’s a bit surprised with the question. 

“Okay, that’s good. Hyung’s just a bit worried, Jimin-ah, cause you’re so nervous,” Hoseok pats his hand, “I just want you to know that if you’re not ready for this, it’s okay. It’s not like Namjoon’s going anywhere,” 

“Yeah…I know, hyung-ah. I’m only nervous because it’s something I haven’t done before but I promise I really want this,” Jimin ignores the warmness in his cheeks as he admits it. 

“That’s great. I’m happy to hear that, really,” He gives Jimin a hug then, one of those super tight hugs that the beta dole out occasionally. It never fails to make Jimin feel extra loved. 

“Okay, go on then. Go get your pack alpha. I’m going to get out of here and play really loud music in my room,”

Jimin groans and covers his face, hearing Hoseok laugh loudly. Soon enough, he’s all alone once Hoseok leaves him with a last reminder to have fun. 

He gets up from the couch and eyes his reflection in the full-length mirror. He looks good, just as Hoseok had promised and Taehyung had said. The beta has made him look both virginal and alluring, all at once. 

And earlier, he had had a good look at himself in the black lingerie before putting his robe on. Taehyung and Hoseok had both waited outside and so Jimin had time to admire how the lacy fabric clung to his pale skin, how the little gaps in the garment displayed enough of his skin to get himself blushing and how some parts were kept tastefully yet enticingly hidden. 

He wonders how Namjoon would react upon seeing him like this. 

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There’s a gentle rain outside. Namjoon can hear the drips of water falling onto his balcony and he’s half tempted to go out there. Maybe the fresh air and the smell of the rain, a scent he’s always loved, can help him figure out what to do. 

He’s worried about Jimin. 

The omega had come down for their date wearing his courting gift. Namjoon wasn’t prepared for the rush of possessiveness that had come once he discerned Jimin was wearing the necklace he had given him and he had tried his best to tamp it down. His alpha still couldn’t resist scenting the omega and the shy little smile that Jimin had given him had almost made him swoon. 

Their date was great. Perfect except for one little thing that is currently the cause for Namjoon’s current worry. 

Jimin cried, hard. He was almost inconsolable and wasn’t even able to talk at first. Once he was able to speak, he had insisted the tears were happy ones but Namjoon was and is finding it hard to believe that someone could cry that much if they were happy. 

If it’s only the crying, Namjoon can perhaps chalk it up to the omega being caught up in his emotions but the thing is, Jimin has been behaving a little off lately. 

Has he perhaps done something wrong to Jimin?

Because he’s been noticing that Jimin is acting…different around him for the past few days. He’s more skittish these days, shyer, quieter. It’s almost like they’re moved two steps forward and one step back where their relationship is concerned. 

Again, he wonders if he’s done something to make Jimin distance himself like this. It might not be obvious or even half as bad as what Namjoon himself had done to the omega back when Jimin first joined the pack but the alpha knows that Jimin isn’t being himself. 

He’s made up his mind to finally leave his room and seek the omega out, they’re supposed to be sleeping together tonight anyway, when his door is knocked. 

“Namjoon hyung? Can I come in?”

Jimin.

“Yes, Jimin-ah,”

The door opens by a fraction, enough for Jimin to poke his head in—is he wearing makeup?—and then the rest of him appears, making Namjoon’s heart skip a beat. 

His omega looks ethereal . That robe, is it new? God, that neckline is dangerous. Namjoon should probably stop staring at Jimin’s chest. It’s with effort that he tears his gaze away from Jimin's scantily clad frame and onto his beautiful face. 

“Jimin-ah,” It comes out as barely more than a croak and ashamed of himself for being so affected, Namjoon clears his throat, “Jimin,”

“Hyung,” Jimin smiles shyly, hands clasped in front of him where he’s gripping his phone very tightly, “Are you busy?”

“No, pup. I was just going to go to your room,”

Looking pleased with Namjoon’s answer, Jimin starts walking to where Namjoon is sitting on the bed. 

“Hyung…look,”

Jimin’s showing something on his phone—a picture—but Namjoon can’t really see what it— oh —now this is just rude. This must be either Taehyung’s or Jungkook’s doing. 

“I’m gonna send it to Jin hyung,”

What the hell? Namjoon knows damn well he hasn’t done anything that wrong to be treated like this. The eldest is going to put that abomination of a picture on their Christmast card, he just knows it. Then he’s going to become clown of the month. 

“Jimin-ah, don’t be mean to hyung. Haven’t I been nice to you today?”

“I don’t know,” 

The little imp has the audacity to giggle. 

“Don’t send it to Jin hyung,”

“Why not?” 

Namjoon is slowly getting off the bed, one foot planted on the hardwood floor, “Because, pup…he’ll make fun of me,”

“What if I send it anyway?” 

Jimin is now walking backwards slowly, his phone now safely tucked to his chest as he inches to the door with a mischievous smile on his face. 

“You don’t want to do that. Delete that picture, Jimin-ah,” 

“Make me,”

Before Namjoon can be surprised at the way he’s being spoken to, by Jimin , of all people, Jimin has gotten himself out the door and the alpha can hear the omega’s quick footsteps fading away. He’s running. 

He can feel it almost immediately, that itch , that unbearable need to go after his omega and—and what? Jimin’s already bitten but his alpha isn’t listening to reason right now. Not when a chase is potentially happening. The adrenaline is already kicking in and his mind is only full of Jimin, Jimin, Jimin . 

His feet is moving before his mind even fully registers that he’s chasing after Jimin, taking him down the hallway and he can see Jimin over at the end there, already, he’s closing in onto the omega but he isn’t surprised. An omega may be fast but he’s faster. He has to be. 

Jimin’s scent of peaches is lingering in the air and Namjoon knows that if he were to do this blindfolded, his senses would have led him to Jimin anyway. 

Jimin’s also giggling, the airy sound of it pleasant but also infuriating, as if the omega’s taunting him for being too slow but no matter, Namjoon’s going to catch him and when he does, he’ll see if the omega’s still going to laugh by then. 

He’s close enough now to reach out a hand and pull on the back of Jimin’s robe but just as his fingers close in on the slippery fabric, the omega slips out of his grasp with a little scream and takes of even faster than before, down another hallway on their second floor and heading straight for his room. 

How very typical for his omega to seek out a safe spot that’ll eventually lead him right in Namjoon’s grasp. There’s nowhere for Jimin to hide or run to if he goes into his room and Namjoon laughs loudly as he sees Jimin skidding to a stop right in front of his pretty mahogany door and slips inside. 

He’s left the door open in his rush to get inside. Honestly, someone needs to teach him better self-preservation skills. 

Namjoon himself gets inside soon after and Jimin lets out another little squeal when he looks over his shoulder and sees Namjoon very close to him. He scrambles on the bed, attempting, rather pathetically, if Namjoon’s being honest, to get out of the alpha’s reach but all Namjoon has to do is reach out a hand and close it around one of Jimin’s pretty ankles to finally catch his omega. 

He pulls Jimin by the ankle and in doing so, successfully brings the omega close to him, near the edge of the bed where he’s half-kneeling on but during their little scuffle, Jimin’s robe has gone untied and the sight of his omega’s gorgeous figure draped in nothing but fine lace has him frozen in shock. 

Something inside of his mind seems to snap just then and all the exhilaration of the chase leaves him at once, making his alpha dormant again while his own self regains control of the situation. 

He lets go of Jimin’s ankles and steps off the bed, looking anywhere but at Jimin who seems out of breath but otherwise unbothered by his clothing coming undone. 

“Hyung-”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He looks to the side, gazing at Jimin’s bookshelf, “Sorry,”

“You can look. Um, I…I wore this f-for you,”

Namjoon looks at Jimin, his neck hurting a bit because he had snapped his head around too fast. 

“You…what? For me?”

With his lip between his teeth and eyes averted from Namjoon, Jimin nods. 

“Pup…” Namjoon is trying very hard not to look anywhere below Jimin’s neck until he’s sure of what the omega wants but it’s torturous , “Please look at me,”

Soft hazel eyes meet Namjoon’s dark brown orbs and Namjoon feels his heart positively melting. 

“Jimin-ah, you said you wore…that…for me?”

“Yes, hyungnim,”

Now, Namjoon lets himself look. He lets his eyes roam over every fine detail of the robe and the sinful black lingerie beneath, lets his gaze fall on every inch of exposed skin, lets his sight fully capture the beauty of this omega whose creamy, smooth skin is unblemished and positively begging to be touched and worshipped by anyone blessed enough to be given permission to do so. 

The lingerie ends just slightly beneath Jimin’s groin and something about those supple thighs being displayed and contrasted so beautifully against the black lace is doing unspeakable things to Namjoon’s mind. 

He’s still disallowing himself from fully staring at Jimin’s lower body, still unsure what it is that’s happening and a little disbelieved that this is happening at all. He lifts his gaze and once more meets Jimin’s shy eyes. 

As soon as Namjoon looks at him, the omega looks down again. His cheeks pink and lower lip between his teeth. 

Namjoon watches as Jimin moves, his hands going to his shoulders and slowly, almost sensually, inching the robe off of him. His hands are trembling and that is what finally makes his alpha rouse from its sudden slumber, urging Namjoon to go over and hold the omega’s hand, ensuring that no mate of theirs will be scared in their presence. 

“Sweet one, is this for me?” He whispers softly, tilting Jimin’s chin so the omega would look at him. 

“Yes, hyung…I…I want to—um—it’s for you,”

Jimin is still shaking. Namjoon can feel it even as he holds the omega’s hand in his. Gently, he presses a kiss atop Jimin’s brow. 

“Are you trying to make hyung get a heart attack? Looking this beautiful?” 

A little huff of air is felt on his face as Jimin laughs softly and that eases the tightness Namjoon had felt in his heart earlier when he saw how timid his omega was being. 

“Beautiful,” He says again, this time looking right into Jimin’s pretty eyes, “And all for me, hm?”

Jimin blinks, looking a little bit like a deer in headlights as he nods quietly. Then, his gaze goes to Namjoon’s lips, so close to his own and then back to the alpha’s eyes. 

Namjoon understands all too well. 

He leans down, kissing his pretty omega and savouring the sweet smell of peaches that clings to Jimin. Namjoon has come to know that scent very well in the past months. He knows the bitter tang that it’d sometimes get whenever Jimin is upset or angry, he’s aware of the pleasant sweetness of it when Jimin’s happy, and when the scent is syrupy and excessively saccharine, he tries to keep his distance. 

It does hurt a bit to smell the aftertaste of Jimin’s pleasure with his mates while he remains wholly uninvolved in that part of Jimin’s life. Until now, that is. 

Jimin is breathless when they part. Namjoon is endeared whenever they kiss and the omega gets like this, all doe-eyed and pink-cheeked. 

“Hyung…”

Jimin looks at him, a crease between his brows and a pout starting to form on those glossy lips of him. 

Namjoon is not expecting it at all but Jimin kisses him again. If a kiss could be angry, this one certainly is. It’s almost ravenous, the way Jimin is sucking on his bottom lip and how the omega’s tongue is teasing itself along the seams of Namjoon’s lips. 

This is a very different Jimin from the one who would shyly kiss him back with timid little movements of his lips. 

And the omega’s hands are on his neck, one teasing finger dangerously close to Namjoon’s scent gland. 

He puts a stop to it when he can feel his already meagre self-control slipping.

“Jimin-ah, you need to tell me what you want,” He says, trying to be gentle yet firm when he removes Jimin’s hands from around his neck. 

Again, the pouting and the little frown. Jimin looks away, mumbling quietly, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Would you like me to touch you?”

Jimin nods, the tips of his ears pink, “I want us to…to mate, hyung-ah. I—I—w-waited so long,”

Namjoon feels blood rushing to his nether regions but he tamps it down in favour of consoling his sulky omega. 

“Oh, pup. I didn’t know you wanted me like this,”

“Liar…you did know,” Jimin still isn’t looking at him and thus, Namjoon is free to smile at his omega’s despondent tone. Jimin is adorable. Even when he’s dressed this provocatively, there’s something endearingly cute about him. 

“I promise, Jimin-ah. I don’t,” 

Jimin’s hazel eyes flit up at him briefly before he looks down again. 

“Now…now you do,” 

Honestly, his omega is being very bold for someone who’s refusing to even look him in the eyes properly. 

Namjoon is still standing by the edge of the bed, towering over Jimin who’s kneeling on it, his creamy thighs pressed demurely together while his discarded robe lies beneath his feet. If he’s a weaker alpha, Jimin would’ve been pressed to the mattress by now, pleasured beyond return. 

But Namjoon has always prided himself on his control over his emotions and even his own subgender. Sure, there were times when his control had slipped, most commonly as a result of his devilish mates taunting and teasing him but for the most part, his alpha is well within his control. 

And if tonight is to be his first time with Jimin, he’s going to make sure the omega knows nothing but pleasure and unbridled ecstasy. And his alpha is going to be well out of the way, for the most part that is, because he’s heard from his other mates he can be a bit… intense , sometimes, and he would hate to hurt or frighten Jimin. 

He leans down and although he’s aiming for another kiss, he can’t quite resist pressing his lips atop Jimin’s head, inhaling the cherry blossom shampoo that Jimin loves to use. 

Then, he tips Jimin’s chip up to kiss him, slowly easing himself on top of the bed and pulling Jimin onto his lap. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asks when Jimin pulls away. 

The omega looks a little flustered with their new position but he nods, “I am and um…Taehyung said I should tell you…”

“Tell me what, pup?”   

“That…that it’s my first time,”

“Your first time?”

He’s definitely heard Jimin wrong because he knows that Jimin’s been intimate with everyone else. He’s heard them a couple times and his alpha has spent many forlorn nights being dejected every time he happened to smell the remnants of pleasure that clings to Jimin on occasions when his mates have pleased their omega. 

But he soon discovers that he has heard it right. Jimin repeats himself, this time adding shyly, “I wanted to save myself…for you, alpha,” 

Now, calling him alpha might just make that feral part of him come to light. Jimin doesn’t call them alpha very often and he’s wondering if it’s something the omega only does during moments like this. 

He’ll find that out soon enough. 

“Jimin-ah,” He says, trying but failing to keep the slight growl out of his voice. He doesn’t even know what to say. He’s beyond happy to be Jimin’s first and this is a surprise, a wonderful one, which is why he’s struggling to find the right words to say. 

Turns out, he doesn’t need to because Jimin smiles softly up at him and presses their lips together. Gentle, and sweet as the scent that blooms from his omega’s neck. 

“Please, hyung,” 

“So polite, even in bed,” Namjoon mutters softly, his lips pressed against Jimin’s cheek. 

He watches as Jimin blushes even more over the slight teasing and he manoeuvres them so that Jimin is lying down on the bed and himself propped up over him. He’s never had Jimin beneath him like this. He’s never realised just how gorgeous Jimin is with his hair fanned out on the mattress and his puppy eyes staring straight into Namjoon’s soul, it seems. 

“You’d let alpha touch you, sweetheart?”

Namjoon could get drunk over how Jimin smells like right now. So, so sweet. 

“Yes, N-Namjoon hyung,” 

“Did you know alpha’s wanted to touch you for a long time?”

He watches the surprise and shyness bloom on his omega’s pretty face before he swoops down for a kiss. 

And how delicious his mate tastes, all sweetness and soft sighs. 

He lets his hand rest on Jimin’s waist, loving how small the omega feels beneath him. He’s very tempted to feel the soft skin beneath the lace but all in due time. Jimin has come to him so sweetly, the least he can do is be patient and please his omega first. 

He ends the kiss to mouth along Jimin’s neck, pressing his nose into his scent gland to seek more of that intoxicating peachy scent and that hint of syrupy sweetness that’s only getting stronger as his hands roam Jimin’s waist and his torso. 

“Alpha,”

It’s breathy, almost a moan, and Namjoon smiles to himself. He does it again, licking at Jimin’s scent gland before nipping lightly at the skin beneath it, feeling the omega writhe beneath him. 

“You smell so good,” He says, right into Jimin’s ear, “Alpha can’t help tasting a little,” 

Jimin’s blush comes fast and pretty, somehow endearing him to Namjoon while making the alpha half mad with lust all at once. 

He presses a kiss onto Jimin’s lips again before helping the omega remove his robe. It’s discarded by the side of the bed and Namjoon cups Jimin’s cheek, thumbing at the healthy pink of his skin as he asks, “Can I touch you here?” 

His other hand strays near to Jimin’s chest and the omega nods. 

He can feel Jimin’s heartbeat as his palm lies over the younger’s sternum. Jimin’s a little nervous, he can tell that much but he won’t be so for long. Namjoon’s going to take very good care of him. 

He runs his fingers over Jimin’s nipples, coaxing them to stand erect with his gentle pinches and rubs. He feels them over the lace and he desperately wants to see and perhaps, taste. If his omega is this sensitive being touched over his clothes, Namjoon’s going to have a lot of fun teasing him later without the lace being in the way. 

“Can we get this off you, little one?”

He’s figuring out how to take off the lingerie (why do they always make these so complicated to remove?) when Jimin stops his wandering hand. 

“You first,” Jimin whispers, looking at him with a little pout. 

He certainly can’t say no to that. 

His T-shirt is gone in a second, flung carelessly somewhere near Jimin’s door and his plaid bottoms go next, leaving him with only his boxers. He isn’t ashamed to admit that he’s already hard and he’s not a little proud to see his omega’s pretty cheeks turn a darker shade of pink as the younger eyes the tented front of his underwear. 

“I believe it’s your turn,” Namjoon whispers softly, “Can I?”

Jimin nods but he looks a little nervous, more so than before and Namjoon kisses him gently on the softness of his cheek, “Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop here. It’s alright,”

“No! I want to. I just—I’ve never—um….I’ve never seen you…w-without your clothes,”

Namjoon chuckles softly, “Ah, you’ll get used to it soon,”

Jimin smiles a little and that eases the slight anguish Namjoon had felt earlier. His hand strays to where the lace begins over Jimin’s sternum, “Want to let alpha know how to take this off?”

To his surprise, Jimin starts giggling softly, “You don’t know how?”

“I usually rip it off whoever’s wearing it, my love, but something tells me you’ll get pouty if I do that,” 

Jimin gasps softly, pretty eyes enlarging over the mere mention of anything being ripped off of him. 

“There’s…there’s a zipper on the back,” 

“Lovely,” Namjoon kisses him, “Let alpha do it for you,”

He helps Jimin lift himself off the mattress and Namjoon reaches beneath him to pull at the zipper. His fingers brush on Jimin’s bare back and even that is enough to get him impatient again. The omega is so soft , it’s a pleasure to simply touch him like this. 

“Ready?” He asks, hands on Jimin’s sleeves. 

“Yes,” Jimin whispers, eyes big and vulnerable. 

Namjoon eases the lingerie off bit by bit, giving Jimin enough time to stop him should he wish to. But Jimin is quiet, his small hand covering his face as Namjoon bares him. It’s beyond cute. Namjoon wants to eat him. 

He has to pause and take a minute to calm himself down and not go feral when Jimin’s chest is uncovered. The omega is so pretty, so soft, and pink that he’s finding himself salivating. 

He leans down, leaving the peeled off part of the lingerie to pool near Jimin’s torso as he takes one pretty pink bud in his mouth. 

The effect is instantaneous. Jimin jerks and moans, calling out Namjoon’s name in a breathy whisper when the man keeps sucking on his nipple. 

“Namjoon hyung,”

Namjoon feels something moving against his thigh and once his mind connects it, he can feel his control slipping with the knowledge that Jimin is not only hard but his cock is twitching with every little sucks and pinches given to his nipples. 

And how delicious he tastes. It’s sinfully good, how his satiny smooth skin feels on Namjoon’s tongue and how the sweetness of his slick is almost tangible in the air. Namjoon doesn’t need to see it to know that Jimin’s dripping wet by now. 

He keeps his touches strictly above the younger’s torso, not wanting to overwhelm the omega but it seems he’s being too slow. Jimin’s hand snakes in between their bodies, undoubtedly trying to offer himself some relief, but Namjoon simply won’t have that. 

“Don’t be naughty,” He pins Jimin's hand up beside the omega’s head. 

“But-”
“Let alpha do it for you,” Namjoon quite like seeing Jimin like this. Breathless and flushed. Beautiful. 

“Can alpha touch you?” 

“ Yes ,” 

There’s a hint of petulance there and Namjoon can’t help the smile tugging the corners of his lips, “What’s wrong? Am I being mean?”

“You don’t have to ask anymore…just touch me, hyung,”

Ah, well. Namjoon has heard a little about this from Seokjin. How much Jimin hates having to voice his wants out loud. 

“It’s your first time, Jimin-ah. I have to be careful. I don’t want to hurt you,”

“You won’t hurt me. I’ll tell you if it…if it hurts,”

“Alright, my love. Alpha won’t ask anymore,”

With that, he lands a quick peck on Jimin’s cheek and another on the younger’s red-bitten lips before he slowly peels the lingerie off of Jimin. 

“Cute” He can’t help saying softly as he eyes the little cock revealed to him. 

It’s at full hardness, leaking and looking almost swollen at the tip. He touches it and is endeared to find he can cover the entire length of Jimin’s cock by closing his hand around it. 

He toys at Jimin’s tip, watching with his own bulge growing ever harder to ignore as Jimin’s breath starts quickening and his gorgeous lips part to bless Namjoon’s ears with a litany of desperate moans. 

Coating the length of Jimin’s cock with his own precum, Namjoon starts tugging at the little thing, making each drag slow but also teasing at the tip to see Jimin squirm. 

He already looks close to an orgasm, barely being touched properly as he is, and Namjoon can’t wait to see how much more ethereal his omega can get. How beautiful he’d look with that post-orgasm glow and how sweet he’ll sound as his pleasure takes over him. 

“Let’s see you come for alpha, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yeah—Y-Yes—alpha, p-please, I’m so close,”

“Good boy,” Namjoon smirks, “Being so needy for alpha. Look at your little cock. It’s crying,” He presses down on Jimin’s tip again and swirls his thumb around the slit, cursing under his breath as Jimin moans louder. 

“Alpha, please! Right there, please,”

Picking up his pace, Namjoon strokes Jimin faster and toys with his tip too, knowing just how much Jimin seems to like it. 

It barely takes five minutes for his omega to come in his hand, his pearly white cum spilling over Namjoon’s fist and spattering on his torso. 

Namjoon feast his eyes on Jimin. He takes in every little detail, hungry for that sweet scent of utter bliss coming off of Jimin and desperate for his own need to be taken care of. 

He presses his nose right against the omega’s neck, inhaling deep lungfuls of Jimin’s post-orgasm scent and feeling his alpha swell with pride after successfully pleasing their omega. 

The omega in question is breathless and pink, lying with his hands on either side of him and looking a little drunk with pleasure. Namjoon’s not anywhere near done with him just yet and just the thought of Jimin looking even more debauched than he does now is making Namjoon’s loins ache with want. 

He leans over the bed, retrieving Jimin’s discarded robe to clean up the cum pooling on his mate’s tummy. Jimin is shy again, not even looking at Namjoon as his hand now covers his face again. 

“Don’t do that, please,” Namjoon catches Jimin’s wrist to gently place it aside, “I want to see you. You’re beautiful like this,”

Pleased with the blush that follows his words, Namjoon smiles. 

Jimin smiles too, a little shyly, and tips his chin up for a kiss that Namjoon happily gives. 

“Alpha,” Jimin whispers softly, “Can I…can I touch you too?” 

“Of course you can,” Namjoon replies, “I’m all yours,”

Jimin starts off tentatively, his fingers brushing over Namjoon’s bulky arms and then skimming over his collarbones. Then, Namjoon had the pleasure of seeing his mate’s lips part in what he hopes is wonder as he touches the alpha’s muscled torso and lower still, Jimin’s hand stops just shy of his boxer’s waistband. 

“Touch me, little one,” Namjoon kisses his mate’s ear as he whispers and he feels the first touch of Jimin’s small hand on his cock. 

It’s too much yet not enough all at once. 

Jimin keeps his hand above the cloth but he’s curious and his touches show that. He gently strokes Namjoon from tip to base and then back again and he startles when Namjoon twitches in his hand. 

“Sorry. That’s out of my control,” Namjoon chuckles softly. 

Jimin huffs softly, a smile curving his lips as he asks, “Do you want to take this off, hyung?”

“Yeah,” 

Jimin slips his hands beneath the waistband and tugs down while Namjoon gets the thing off him. It’s already a little wet with his pre-cum. 

Looking back at Jimin, he finds his gorgeous mate staring at his cock, jutting proudly in front of him. He’s the biggest among his mates and Namjoon knows it takes a while to get used to not only the sight of him, but the feel of him too. Jimin’s going to find that out once they get a little more intimate. 

He gets his hands on Jimin’s thighs, massaging at the suppleness of his skin as his eyes can’t help but admire how large he looks when contrasted so closely to Jimin’s soft cock. 

He’s trying to not pay too much attention to how much Jimin’s balls glisten with his slick and how damp the sheets look beneath the omega’s ass. 

“Alpha…um…”
“What is it?” He leans close again.
“Hoseokie hyung…he left us um…he left us some lube,” Jimin gulps, not meeting his eyes as he says, “In case we need it,”

“Such a sweetheart,” Namjoon knows Hoseok’s usual spot for lubes is in the bedside drawer and sure enough, once he tugs the closest drawer open, a small bottle of lube is found. 

“Are you scared?” 

“I’m not…I’m just…I’ve never had anything in me,” 

“Not even your fingers?”

“M-My fingers—uh—but they’re not big like…like…”

Deciding he should at least put the poor thing out of his misery, Namjoon kisses Jimin. A short and sweet kiss. Enough to quieten him and dull his nervousness. 

“Hyung’s going to take good care of you, sweetheart. It won’t hurt if I have my way, okay? I know I’m big but your body will stretch for me. It’ll be a little uncomfortable at first, maybe, but not painful. If it does hurt, we’ll stop right away,”

“Okay…can we go slow?”

“We’ll definitely go slow,”

He positions himself between Jimin’s legs and pulls them apart, once more relishing the view and feeling that all too familiar throbbing in his cock. 

Seeing the tight furl of Jimin’s hole is enough to make his alpha wild again but he takes a few deep breaths (that truly isn’t much help since the scent of Jimin’s slick is everywhere ) before he slowly inches his hand to the little ring of muscle. 

His last time with an omega was more than a decade ago and he has quite forgotten how wonderful they can be. Jimin is perfect and he yields to them so beautifully. 

Even Taehyung, lovely and malleable as he is, requires a bit of a firm hand and effort to make him submit. He makes his hyungs work for it but Jimin, sweet, soft Jimin, submits so easily and without a fuss. Perhaps that’s why some alphas go so crazy for omegas, he understands now. 

The first finger goes in easily which is unsurprising with how wet Jimin is and it doesn’t take long at all to open him up. Namjoon is just about to slip his fifth, and last, finger in before Jimin stops him. 

“I’m ready, hyung,” 

His little cock is hard again and Namjoon’s been tempted to play with it for the past few minutes but knowing how easy Jimin could be made to come, he holds back. Having Jimin chasing his own pleasure while Namjoon is inside him is an even more lovely thought. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” 

“If you want me to stop-”
“I know, alpha. Don’t worry…I’ll tell you if I need a break,”
“Good,” Namjoon kisses him again, cherishing his mate’s supple lips. 

He lines his cock up at Jimin’s slick-soaked and lube-filled hole, slipping himself inside the omega bit by bit, keeping a close eye on Jimin as he does so. Jimin seems to be holding his breath but at least he isn’t stiffening up or tensing. He smiles at Namjoon slightly and something about that smile makes the alpha’s heart melt into a puddle of goo. 

“I love you,” 

Surprise etches itself across Jimin’s face before he whispers back, just as ardently, “I love you, hyung,”

That’s when Namjoon bottoms out and Jimin lets out the breath he’s been holding. 

“Okay?” He asks, pressing his lips on the spot between Jimin’s eyebrows. 

“Yeah,” 

Namjoon moves slowly, making sure each drag of his cock is lined up perfectly to hit Jimin’s g-spot that he had found just a few moments before. 

Jimin is gripping his arms tight, little mewls escaping his lips with each thrust of Namjoon’s cock inside him. 

Namjoon picks up his pace once Jimin urges him to, sweet little whispers for him to go faster. 

And he finally takes Jimin’s cock in his hand when he feels his own release coming. 

“Alpha! Knot me—please—I want your knot,”
“Jimin, it’s your first time,”
“I want it. It won’t hurt me, I swear. Please, alpha,”

Namjoon curses under his breath, trying to will himself to think straight which isn’t easy considering Jimin’s desperate pleas and his arousal-addled brain. But, when he feels his knot enlarging, he slips it inside Jimin’s rim just in time, hoping the omega would be okay because if not, Seokjin and the rest are going to call for his blood. 

“ Alpha! You’re getting bigger,”

“I know, sweetheart, I know. Don’t tense up, just let it happen, be good for me,” 

Namjoon knows his own climax is approaching but he’s going to make sure Jimin gets there first. He tugs at Jimin’s stiff cock, massaging at the tip and keeping his pace just the way Jimin likes it when ah, there we go, Jimin comes with a little cry and Namjoon feels his own cock being squeezed with every wave of pleasure that courses through Jimin. 

He keeps his face tucked at the crook of Jimin’s neck, savouring the scent coming off his omega and biting softly at Jimin’s shoulder once he comes, easing the itch in his gums that often follows a knot. 

They’re locked together now and will be for the next ten minutes or so. Namjoon checks on his omega and finds a blissed out, sweet-smelling Jimin smiling at him softly. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, smiling back and kissing the omega.

“Yeah. Feels good, alpha,”

“You’re beautiful,” Namjoon gives him another peck, and then another, and another, “Can’t have enough of you,”

Jimin giggles and pushes him playfully. Namjoon soon manoeuvres them to a more comfortable position where he’s spooning Jimin. He can tell that the omega is tired. He looks sleepy but he smells satisfied and happy. Namjoon can’t ask for more. 

“You can sleep if you want. I’ll clean you up when my knot goes down,”

“Aren’t you tired too?”
“Not really,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Jimin-ah. Go to sleep. Let hyung take care of you,”

Jimin’s hand comes around to squeeze his hand and Namjoon smiles softly when he hears a tired little ‘thank you’ muttered to him. 

“I love you, Namjoon hyung. So much,”

“I love you too, Jimin-ah. My pretty, pretty omega,” He presses another kiss onto the shell of Jimin’s ear and watches fondly as it grows pink. 

Jimin soon falls asleep and with the night so quiet and with his mate in his arms, Namjoon doubts there’s an alpha in Seoul happier than him during that moment in time. 

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Jimin pulls his gloves on, feeling the chill of the winter night sets in almost as soon as he steps out onto the porch. He’s thankful now that he’s wearing those thick woollen socks that Hoseok had practically begged him to wear but he’s regretting his carelessness in forgetting his earmuffs. 

They’re right there on his bed and he hopes none of the hyung would go in his room and see them. That’d bust this whole thing. 

He walks down the slope of the hill in the direction of the main gate, hoping that none of his mates in the house are looking outside their windows. 

Getting out of the house has been surprisingly easy but he supposes he has Hoseok to thank for that. The beta had found out entirely by accident of Jimin and Jungkook’s plan for tonight and after trying (and failing) to persuade the two of them not to proceed, he had grudgingly agreed to help them sneak out. Taehyung is currently out visiting a sick friend or else Jimin is pretty sure they would have the alpha’s help too.  

“If they find out, I’m not going to defend you,” Hoseok had pouted while going through Jimin’s sock drawer to find the thickest one he could get. 

“Hyung-ah, I’m going with Jungkookie. I’ll be fine,”

“That’s exactly why I’m worried!” Hoseok had whispered furiously, his eyes when he turned to Jimin were filled with tears, alarming the omega.

“Hyung! Don’t cry,” 

As he hugged the man, Hoseok had told him about Jungkook’s motorcycle accident to which Jimin had assured the man he already knew about. 

“It was only a little scrape, hyung-ah. Kookie said he wasn’t even hurt that badly,”

“But still! I don’t like this at all. It’s winter too. You’ll both be so cold,”

Jimin had felt really bad about making his hyung cry and had almost backed out had it not been for Jungkook walking in on the two of them and through the alpha’s assurances that he’d take good care of Jimin, won’t speed, and won’t go through any busy parts of the city, Hoseok had finally calmed down and Jimin’s guilt was somewhat assuaged. 

Now it’s close to ten and Jimin’s safely out of the house and almost reaching the front gates. Jungkook’s gone down much earlier to get his bike from the garage and slowly wheel it down the slope and past the gates. He’s promised to wait for Jimin halfway down the small hill that leads to their mansion. Neither of them wanted to risk any of the hyungs hearing Jungkook’s bike revving up. 

Jimin’s wanted to have a ride on the bikes for ages. There’s one belonging to Yoongi and another, much bigger one that is Jungkook’s. Yoongi had immediately and firmly refused Jimin’s pleas to be taken for a ride, stating how dangerous being on a bike is. So that leaves Jimin with only one other option. 

The pack knows of Jimin’s intention to ride the bike but not even one of the older ones are okay with the idea. Which is why…extreme measures need to be taken. 

He walks quietly down to the gates and veers off to the side of their imposing main entrance to leave through the much smaller exit a little way off to the side of the tall, beautiful gates that had entranced Jimin when he first saw them upon arriving with his brothers all those months ago. 

“Out for some trouble, Jimin-ssi?”

Jimin almost screams but he holds himself back just in time and with a hand against his wildly beating heart, looks around, fully expecting to see one of his alphas but then he spies one of their security guards, leaning against the wall of the guardpost and laughing softly.

“Nakwon! You scared me!” Jimin whispers as loud as he can, feeling relief once he figures out he’s in no danger of being discovered. Nakwon won’t tell, right ?

“Nakwon-ah…”

“Ah, so now I’m Nakwon-ah,” 

“I’ve always called you that,” Jimin smiles, thinking of ways to bribe the young beta, “Um…you know…”

Nakwon laughs before he can finish and he waves Jimin off and points to the lane, “Jungkook-ssi is waiting for you. Don’t worry about us. We won’t tell on you,”

Jimin thanks the young man and sets off again, his heart a little more at ease now that he’s out of the gates. 

He’s a little embarrassed over his and Jungkook’s plan being known to the security. Nakwon is their youngest guard, younger than Jungkook, and Jimin feels comfortable with him but he knows there are two or three others inside the guardpost that would have heard everything he had said to Nakwon and vice-versa. 

But, it doesn’t matter much. What matters is now he’s well on his way to getting his bike ride and there’s going to be nothing stopping him!

Once he reaches about halfway between the main gates and the bottom of the hill, he sees the gleam of Jungkook’s black bike and leaning against it, the alpha himself, looking absolutely breathtaking in his leather jacket and pants with his helmet nestled in the crook of his elbow. 

Jimin starts running and Jungkook laughs, placing his helmet onto the seat of the bike to open his arms wide. 

He is swung around a few times and once he’s placed on his feet, a little dizzy but extremely happy, he presses his lips to Jungkook’s, savouring the up-close dark chocolate scent of his alpha and the warmth the man emits. 

Jimin cuddles close to him and without breaking the kiss, Jungkook lifts him by his upper thighs up onto the bike, his hands now moving to Jimin’s waist and resting there until Jimin leans away, a little breathless. 

He smiles at Jungkook and the alpha taps him on the nose lightly, “Your nose is all pink. Cold? Wait, where are your earmuffs?”

Jimin brings his hands to his ears and cups them, “I forgot,”  

“ Aish , this hyung,”

Jungkook scolds him playfully with a little frown and starts to slip on Jimin’s helmet. 

“Keep the shield down, okay? It’ll protect you from the wind,” 

“Are you gonna go really fast?” Jimin can’t quite keep the excitement out of his voice.

“I’ll start slow but I don’t know about going fast,”

At Jimin’s protests, Jungkook laughs and straddles the bike, saying, “You really forgot Hoseok hyung’s orders that quick, huh?”

“ Ah… ” A tiny smidge of guilt returns but Jimin is nothing if not persistent, “You don’t have to speed but…”

“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll give you a good time, hyung. If the roads aren’t slippery, I’ll go fast around the empty streets, okay?”

“Okay!” 

“Hold on to my waist,” Jungkook blindly gropes behind him for Jimin’s hands and once he gets them in his grasp, places them around his own waist until Jimin can interlock his fingers over the man’s torso. 

“Don’t let go. And you can pinch me if you say something but I didn’t hear,” 

“Why wouldn’t you hear?”

“The wind gets really loud sometimes. You’ll see,”

Jimin hugs his alpha very tightly, feeling something in his heart stirring over the close proximity. 

Jungkook has promised to take Jimin to SNU to see Jimin’s faculty that he’ll enrol in once February comes around and then they’re going to go around the campus for a bit. Jungkook also told him there’s an abandoned go-kart place a little ways off the campus and if it’s not too cold, they could go there and it’ll be safe for Jungkook to speed in the empty track. 

They go down the hill slowly but Jimin is already thrilled to be on a moving bike. He’s gripping tight onto Jungkook, a little nervous, but he can’t wait to feel how it would be like to go fast. Even now, careful as Jungkook is being, it’s exciting to be out in the open, feeling the breeze on him, and moving down the slope that he’s only ever travelled on by car before. 

Once they reach the bottom, Jungkook starts gaining speed but it’s still at a safe pace. Nowhere near the motorcycle’s maximum ability. 

It takes about fifteen minutes from their home to SNU and each time they stop at a red light, Jungkook would turn around and ask Jimin if he’s okay or if he’s too cold. Jimin wishes he can kiss the alpha again but their helmets are in the way. 

He watches the city as they pass. There’s something magical about the bustle of a big city at night. Everything is somehow clearer when he’s travelling like this because he can hear and smell everything. A car mutes the city into a quiet zone full of lights but now, Jimin can not only see the shining streets and towering buildings of Seoul, but he can hear the liveliness of it too. 

He loves this. 

“Is that the campus?” Jimin half yells, fully understanding now what Jungkook had meant about the wind being loud. It roars in their ears as the bike moves. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook answers and a minute later, he only needs to flash his student ID for the lone guard to wave him past the gate. 

Jimin takes everything in the best he can and marvels at the thought of him being a student here soon enough. It’s been a dream for him ever since he had seen his own brothers attending university and it almost makes him want to cry that he’ll soon get to experience all of this himself. 

Jungkook drives much slower once they’re on campus and he explains the areas they pass through and the buildings they see. 

“There aren’t many students right now but during the day, this place is swarming with people. It’s much more fun in the day. I promise it’s not always this boring,”

They arrive at Jungkook’s faculty first which Jimin has briefly seen a couple times before and then Jungkook drives off to the deeper part of the campus where the College of Humanities is situated. 

There aren’t that many people here. Only a couple students walking down the street, hand in hand. Jungkook stops right in front of the walkway that leads to the faculty’s doors and Jimin gazes at it. The walkway is lined with cherry blossom trees with elegant benches placed beneath them. The trees are barren now but in spring, Jimin can already imagine the beauty this place would hold. The building’s all white facade with wrought-iron balconies add a dream-like quality to it. It almost seems like a small castle. 

“What do you think?” Jungkook asks, turning halfway to try and see Jimin. 

Jimin scoots closer, “It’s really pretty,”

“Yeah, I think it’s the prettiest faculty on the campus. I always come and shoot my subjects here. Maybe when it’s spring, we can have a date or something. There’s a really nice tteokbokki and hotteok stall inside. We can buy those and eat them out here. Would you…” Jungkook raises his shield and Jimin can finally see the alpha clearly. His eyes are sparkling, “Would you want that?”

“Yes, Jungkook-ah. I’d like that very much,” 

Jimin really, really wants to kiss Jungkook but just as he’s about to raise his own helmet’s shield, the alpha quickly turns back around and starts the motorcycle again. 

But Jimin can smell him. Jungkook smells happy . He suspects that if the maknae is facing him, the alpha’s face would be pink with a pretty blush. 

As he’s being driven away, Jimin stares at his faculty until it’s lost from his sight, longing for the day when he can come back as a student. 

They exit the campus and Jungkook heads straight for the go-kart track next. It’s getting late and usually, Jimin would be in bed right now but tonight, he doesn’t even feel tired yet. 

They pass through a faded sign that reads ‘Gaya Go-Kart’ and up ahead is a sprawling circuit that takes up a good few acres of the surrounding land. 

“We won’t get in trouble, Kookie?”

“No, hyung. I’ve been here many times with my friends. Nobody really cares about this place anymore. And it’s not like we’re going to trash the place. Don’t worry,”

Jungkook carefully drives them around the discarded trash left behind by irresponsible trespassers and when they arrive beneath a tall arch that marks the beginning of the circuit, the maknae reminds Jimin to pinch him if he wants him to slow down. 

“Or just thump me on the back or something,” 

Jimin giggles, “Okay, Jungkook-ah,”

“And when we’re at the bends, you need to lean with me. If I’m leaning right, then you do the same, okay?”

“Okay,”

Jungkook starts off slow, similar to the pace they had taken on the slope of their house but he gradually gains speed until the wind roars in Jimin’s ears and the surrounding landscape feels like a blur. 

He clings tight to Jungkook, ecstatic laughter escaping him each time the alpha has to bring his bike low as he turns around the bends. It’s exhilarating! 

They go for two laps before Jungkook finally stops near what must have used to be a ticket stand before the place was abandoned. There, Jimin realises that it’s snowing. 

“Jungkook-ah, it’s snowing,”

Jungkook is in the process of removing his helmet and he looks around as he gets off the bike. He helps Jimin with his helmet and smiles at the omega, “So, how was your first bike ride?”

“Amazing! Thank you for bringing me here,”

“I’m glad you like it,” Jungkook laughs, looking unfairly handsome beneath the meagre light of the stars and moon. 

Jimin leans in close and Jungkook does the same, steadying the bike that Jimin is still sitting on and finally, finally kissing him. He has both of Jungkook’s hands on the seat, caging him, and the maknae’s lips on his, warm and fierce. 

It takes a while for them to break apart and Jimin watches their breath fogging up between their faces and the delicate snowflakes falling all around them. Magical would be an understatement. 

“We’d better go home,” Jungkook’s gloved hand caresses Jimin’s cheeks and he huffs softly, “You won’t believe how pink you are right now,”

“You’re one to talk,” Jimin smiles, gazing adoringly at Jungkook’s pink nose and ears.

But Jungkook’s right, they should head home. Jimin is starting to truly feel the cold now and the night is only going to get chillier. 

Despite their awareness of how late it is and the chill, they spend a few minutes staring at the falling snow and hugging each other to keep warm. It’s the first snow of the season and Jimin is happy he got to see it after such a special night. 

Jungkook makes him stretch first before he deposits Jimin back onto the bike and puts his helmet on. Then, they head home where hopefully, all five of their mates would be sleeping soundly and not missing their absence. 

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Jimin walks along beside Jungkook with his arms wrapped tightly around him. He can’t wait to be in the warmth of his room, huddled beneath his blankets, and cuddled close to Jungkook. 

The alpha is beside him, rolling the bike up the hill and adamantly refusing to let Jimin help him. Jimin is half tempted to ask Jungkook to just risk it and drive the motorcycle up the hill but he’s a little afraid of being found out by the hyungs. 

The guards are inside their post and the two of them make their way through the side gate without a fuss. 

It’s when they pass the porch and turn the corner that leads to their garage that they halt in their tracks and feel the first inklings of dread begin in their hearts. 

“Jungkook-ah…did you leave the lights on?” Jimin stares at the brightness of the garage lights that seep from beneath the doors. The doors are shut but he’s worried about who he’ll find once those doors are opened. 

“I turned them off. Maybe it’s Hoseok hyung waiting for us? Or Taehyung hyung?”

“Yeah…maybe,” Jimin allows himself to hope. 

Jungkook fishes in his pocket for the remote that activates the garage doors and once it slides open, they find not only Hoseok and Taehyung but the entire pack waiting for them inside. 

Hoseok looks absolutely guilt-stricken, Taehyung glum, and one glance at Yoongi’s unsmiling face has Jimin lost all his nerves to even look at the other two alphas. 

Nobody says a word but neither he nor Jungkook are left standing there for long because they’re pulled inside, stripped of their snow-laden coats and gloves, wrapped in thick blankets, and positively hauled upstairs and straight into the den to be deposited right in front of the burning fireplace. 

“Do either of you have any idea how worried we all were?” Seokjin stands forbiddingly before them. 

Jimin looks up at the alpha but soon quails under his intense gaze. 

“And both of you were careless enough to leave your phones behind. We were sick with worry and the two of you couldn’t even spare some thought to how we’d feel. It’s past midnight, freezing cold! Anything could’ve happened,”

With horror, Jimin realises his phone isn’t with him and in a flash, his mind offers him a brief memory of him leaving his phone behind in his closet shortly after getting ready. 

Beside him, Jungkook tenses up, “But I brought my phone with me,”

“What’s this, then?” Yoongi, standing near the den’s door, holds up a phone with a pink muscly bunny keychain hanging from the case. 

Jungkook looks shocked and Jimin thinks he’s probably the only one that can hear the maknae cursing under his breath. 

“But I swear I had it with me,”

“Jungkook. We found your phone in the garage. Right next to the metal polish you always use for your bike,” Yoongi states, an unimpressed stare sent Jungkook’s way.

“Oh…I—I swear—I didn’t mean to leave it behind!”

“That’s besides the point.” Seokjin sighs, “The point is, you were careless enough to leave it behind and even if you told Hoseok and Taehyung where you were going, it’s hours since you left. And Jimin, you knew we weren’t okay with this. I could’ve let this go if you had gone when it’s safer but you chose the worst possible condition to do this.”

Jimin can do nothing but stare at the floor miserably, knowing there’s nothing he can say that can redeem himself. 

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t lock that bike of yours up, Jungkook-ah,”

Jungkook gasps, “You…you can’t do that,”

Seokjin raises one elegant brow, “Oh? I can’t ? Is that a challenge?”

Jimin, overcome with guilt, interrupts, “Hyung…it wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. I forced him to take me a-and please don’t lock his bike up. We didn’t do anything dangerous and he really made me happy tonight,” 

Jimin didn’t mean to cry but thinking of Jungkook losing access to his bike after doing something so sweet for Jimin is making him feel awful. A tear slips out before he can stop it and once he starts, it’s not easy to curb his crying. 

“Please, hyung. It was my fault,” He says, voice trembling. 

Seokjin’s stern demeanour starts to soften and he sighs, “Where did you two go?” 

“The campus…SNU a-and the cir-” Jimin starts but Jungkook cuts him off.

“Just the campus! And the towns nearby. I wanted to show Jimin his faculty,”

None of the hyungs say anything. They seem to be waiting to see what Seokjin will decide. Jimin realises then that Namjoon may be the pack alpha but Seokjin is equally intimidating. If anything, the past few months of being with his mates have taught him that Namjoon may lean more towards the protective and provider side of being an alpha but when it comes to the finer aspects of their discipline and wellbeing, Seokjin seems to take the lead. 

Still looking none too happy but his voice now lacking the sternness it had when they first entered the den, Seokjin says, “I’ll let it go just this once, Jungkook-ah, Jimin-ah. But trust me, if you do anything this dangerous again, there will be consequences,”

“Thank you, Jin hyung…I won’t do this again, I promise,” Jimin immediately says, grateful for the leniency. 

“Save it, please,” Seokjin has a small smile curving his lips, “This is giving me deja vu,” 

Jungkook laughs softly, likely knowing just what exactly Seokjin is referring to, “We were being careful, hyung. I got Jimin a helmet and the roads weren’t slippery or anything,” 

Seokjin rolls his eyes then kneels before them, checking Jimin’s face, ears, and then slipping his hands beneath the blanket to inspect the omega’s fingers and toes. He then does the same for Jungkook. The rest of the pack nears and Jimin gets a little cheek pinch from Yoongi. 

“Little brat,” The alpha scolds him, “You knew just who to run to to get your bike ride, hm?” 

Jimin is embarrassed. Sure, he’s off the hook but he got caught doing something he shouldn’t and he was scolded in front of the whole pack.  

“I didn’t mean any harm,” He mutters softly.

“I know, pup. Just don’t do this again, okay? Both Jungkook and I have been hurt before on our bikes and I don’t want any of my mates to go through that,”

Jimin knows Yoongi is expecting him to say yes but he does want another ride on the bike…and possibly more than once. 

“Yah, you’re thinking of doing it again, aren’t you?” Yoongi is laughing, “Jin hyung, you better keep a close eye on this one. He’s not quite as saintly as we thought,”

“I won’t do it anymore!” Jimin quickly says, eyes darting to Seokjin and making sure the alpha isn’t going to turn back on his forgiveness. 

There’ll come a time when he can try to persuade Seokjin, Yoongi, and Namjoon to let him ride the bike again but now is not the time for that. It’ll just get him into more trouble. 

“You better not,” Seokjin eyes him threateningly. 

Namjoon, leaning against the wall and looking much calmer than Jimin would ever expect him to be given the situation, says, “How long were you out, exactly?”

Jimin gulps, “I left close to ten,”

“And you, Jungkook?”  

“Nine-thirty, hyung,”

“So both of you were out for more than a couple hours on one of our coldest nights. Your ears looked like they were going to freeze when you came in. I’ll let this go too since Jin hyung did but if either of you decide to be forgetful again about your hat or muffs, you can forget about going on outings for a couple weeks. Got it?” 

“Got it,” Jimin and Jungkook quietly say, utterly chastised and embarrassed. 

“Alphas, I think they’re scolded enough now,” Hoseok says softly, his tone gentle and his neck bared ever so slightly. 

“Hoseok-ah, my love, you’re lucky we’re keeping you out of this considering you helped them,” Seokjin replies. 

“They came back without a scratch,” Hoseok tries to defend himself, “And you heard them…they won’t do this again,” 

“That really remains to be seen but fine,” Seokjin gives a small smile to the two troublemakers, “Go on and change, you two. We were planning to watch the first snowfall together before we discovered you were missing,”

Jimin has a feeling that telling Seokjin about how Jungkook and him had already spent a few lovely minutes doing nothing but glancing at the falling show would do nothing to regain the alpha’s good humour and so he quietly gets up off the floor and heads to his room. 

Jungkook and Taehyung follow him out and once they’re safely out of earshot, Taehyung asks, “Was it worth it?”

Jimin stops in his tracks and turns around, staring at Jungkook before both of them break out in a smile.

Jimin whispers, “Absolutely,”

“I knew it!” Taehyung laughs, “Yoongi hyung was right about you looking like you wanted to do it again. We could see it in your eyes,” 

“Was it that obvious?” Jimin pulls open the door to his room and steps inside, sighing softly at the warmth of the floorboards beneath his feet. 

“It was written all over your face, Jimin. At least Jungkook actually looked like he felt bad,” 

“Hyung wanted to lock my bike up. Of course I’d feel shitty,” 

“You’re lucky Jimin can fake cry really good,”

“I wasn’t fake crying!” Jimin protests with a pout, “I felt really bad,”

Taehyung doesn’t look like he believes him. 

Jimin goes into his bathroom, peeling off his clothes before starting his night routine. Outside, he can hear Jungkook leaving to his room but Taehyung stays and once Jimin comes out, follows him into his closet and laughs when the omega twacks him with a hanger, but does as he’s told when Jimin makes him turn around to stare at the door. 

“Who found out first? Was it Jin hyung?” Jimin asks, removing his bathrobe and looking for his thickest pair of pyjamas.

“Yeah…you know, we really shouldn’t let Hoseok hyung in on our secrets anymore. He’s terrible at lying,” 

Taehyung goes on to tell him how their pack alpha and pack eldest had been together when the snow started falling and excited to be together with the rest of them, Seokjin had started calling them to the den. Taehyung was the first to be called and then they went together to Hoseok’s room while Namjoon went to get Yoongi and Jungkook. 

“I knew it was bad but I couldn’t help wanting to laugh a little when Hoseok hyung started to look like he was gonna shit himself when Jin hyung talked about all of us being together to watch the snow,”

Apparently, the three alphas had gone searching for Jimin and Jungkook through the whole house and Hoseok’s odd behaviour had made them even more suspicious. 

“Hyung kept looking nervous and he kept telling them to stop looking for you two and to just go to the den and let you join later but they were getting worried since they couldn’t find you. I think Yoongi hyung knew from the start that we were lying cause he kept looking at Hobi hyung and asking if he knew something,”

Jimin can imagine Hoseok being all panicky about their secret being known and can’t quite help laughing a little despite feeling guilty for causing the beta unnecessary stress. 

“Then they just somehow started zeroing in on Hoseok hyung cause he was really acting weird. You know how hyung can be when he’s lying. He finally caved in and I can’t blame him for it cause there’s really no point in keeping the secret anymore. They knew you weren’t in the house and if hyung didn’t tell them, they’d check the security footage and see you leaving anyway,”

Jimin slips his pyjamas on and then rifles through his drawer for his socks. 

“It was really bad when we were waiting for you to come back. Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung were really pissed cause you left your phones behind and they were even talking about going out to look for you. Joon hyung put a stop to that, thank God. He was actually pretty chill…which is a bit weird but I guess he trusted you two enough to make it back safe,” 

With his socks on and feeling warm and cuddly, Jimin walks over to his unsuspecting mate and swings his feet up on the man’s hips from behind while his arms come up to wrap around Taehyung’s shoulders. 

Taehyung groans from the sudden weight but is quick to support Jimin’s butt with his hand before he walks out of the room. 

“Do you think they’re still angry with me?” Jimin asks softly. 

He knows they’ve forgiven him and they didn’t look like they were going to drag the matter any further but a part of him still feels awful over causing so much worry for his mates. 

“They’re not angry, Jimin-ah. You think they’d drop the issue that fast if they were really angry with you?” 

“Guess not…”
“Exactly. Just go be your cute self and cuddle up to them later. Some more tears wouldn’t hurt too,”

Jimin gives Taehyung a tiny pinch on his arm, making the alpha laugh. 

Arriving at the den’s door, Jimin sees Jungkook already there, happily hugging Namjoon’s broad back as the pack alpha sits cross-legged in the pit. The den is dark but he can make out the silhouettes of his mates in the nest he had made only the day before. 

They’re all staring at the wide, floor-to-ceiling windows where the curtains have been tied aside to reveal their sprawling green lawn, lit by the lights outside and slowly turning white from the snow blanketing it.

Jimin can only stare in quiet awe at the scene but Taehyung lets out a gasp, “Wow,”

“Gorgeous, isn’t it? Come in, we’re sleeping here tonight,” Seokjin beckons them inside the pit with a smile. 

Taehyung drops him carefully at the door and whispers, “Go on. You better work your magic if you want another ride on that bike,”

Giggling softly and leaving a tiny peck on Taehyung’s cheek, Jimin goes off to the pit and into the waiting arms of Seokjin. 

Taehyung goes to Yoongi and Hoseok who have an empty spot in between them reserved just for him. 

“Are you warm, sweetheart?”

Jimin snuggles deeper into Seokjin’s embrace and nuzzles at the man’s neck, “Yes, hyung,” 

Seokjin seems very pleased with his answer and happy to see Jimin in warm pyjamas and socks. The alpha’s hand strays to Jimin’s scent gland, gently massaging the area and effectively rendering Jimin into a pile of softness in his arms. 

“Jin hyung?”

“Yes, baby,”

The snow is falling in a heavier mass outside. Jimin watches as what used to be a gentle shower of white flakes now swirl here and there in a thick, mesmerising cloud. 

He is thankful that Jungkook and him had chosen to come home at the right time. It would be disastrous to be outside during all this. 

“Please don’t be angry with me,”

Seokjin looks down at him, a gentle smile curving the edges of the man’s lips, “I’m not angry, Jimin-ah. Not anymore, at least. Just don’t worry me like that again, okay?” 

“Okay,” Jimin readily promises and he means it too (for the most part, that is). They won’t be having anymore problems if Seokjin would just let Jimin get his bike rides but all in due time. Now, all that matters is the alpha isn’t angry with him anymore. He doesn’t like being at the receiving end of Seokjin’s more sterner scoldings. 

“Buttering up hyung already, Jimin hyung?” 

Before Jimin can say anything to defend himself against Jungkook’s teasing (uncalled for, really), Seokjin playfully warns the alpha with a little swat on Jungkook’s butt. 

“You got him into trouble in the first place. Be thankful I’m letting you off easy,”

Jungkook sputters over how Seokjin is being unfair and although Jimin feels a teensy bit guilty that the maknae is being blamed for something that they both had an equal part in doing, he can’t help the rush of childish vindication he feels over being defended. 

He’s just about to poke his tongue out at Jungkook but catches Namjoon’s eye instead and although his tongue is still safe inside his mouth, it seems like Namjoon knows just what he intended to do. 

The pack alpha laughs, reaching out a hand to pinch Jimin’s cheek, “I’m starting to think the pups have given you a very bad influence,”

“Yah, that’s so mean, hyung,” Taehyung grumbles, “Haven’t you thought that it could be Jimin giving us the bad influence?”

Namjoon snorts, “Don’t be ridiculous. He came here a complete angel and now look what you’ve done,”

“I’m still an angel,” Protests Jimin, pouting at the mean remarks thrown his way. 

He’s hugged tighter and Seokjin assures him with a kiss to his ear that yes, he is still their angel and always will be . 

Jimin laughs happily and it only gets louder when Jungkook tickles his feet. The maknae seems to be keen on revenge as he grips Jimin’s ankle and starts pulling the omega’s sock off to make sure the full extent of his tickles are felt. 

Jimin starts to swat at the maknae, begging for him to stop. Having been subjected to Jungkook’s merciless tickles before, he knows there’s a risk of him elbowing Seokjin in the face if Jungkook won’t stop. Plus, he wants his sock back. 

“Jungkook, stop-” 

Just as he fears, he accidentally slaps Seokjin on the lips and he gasps, blurting out multiple apologies as the alpha presses a palm to his mouth. 

He hears a scuffle and turns, and he sees Namjoon and Jungkook engaged in a wrestle as a result of the pack alpha trying to stop the maknae from messing with Jimin. The two are rolling around in the pit and effectively destroying a good chunk of the nest. 

Loud complaints are heard from the other three and Hoseok takes his liberty at tossing a pillow that hits Namjoon square on the back of his head. 

The beta shrieks when Namjoon turns around and scrambles to hide behind Yoongi but Namjoon is faster. 

One strong grab to his dainty ankle and a little drag and Hoseok is fully at the pack alpha’s mercy. 

“Sorry! I’m sorry!”
“That was very rude,”

“I know—sorry!—Namjoon-ah, please-”

The beta’s words end in a yelp as Namjoon pokes at his waist, a part of Hoseok’s body that Jimin’s come to learn is very sensitive. Hoseok wriggles around, trying to escape but Namjoon is relentless as he presses the beta onto the soft cushion of the pit and proceeds to ‘teach him a lesson’ as he puts it. 

“Maybe I should do that to you too, sweetheart,” Seokjin whispers in his ear, “For slapping my precious lips,” 

“I didn’t mean to!” Jimin whines in a panic. Seokjin hasn’t ever tickled him before but he’s well aware the alpha can easily hold him down without a sweat. 

“Hyung’s only joking,” Seokjin laughs. 

Jimin kisses his hyung on the lips, his own way of apologising and when that doesn’t seem to be enough, he litters more pecks on the alpha’s cheeks and brows. 

Seokjin’s scent becomes that pleasant quality it often has when he’s happy and he soon gently moves Jimin off his lap in favour of pulling Namjoon off of Hoseok. 

“Apologise to Jiminie. You ruined his nest,” Is Seokjin’s short yet simple order to both Namjoon and Jungkook. 

It’s then that the two alphas seem to have realised what they’ve done. Both of them look horrified and a little scared, making Jimin hide his giggle behind his hands. 

“Jimin…I didn’t—oh God—I forgot we’re in your nest,” Jungkook sputters, looking around at the little wreckage he’d caused with Namjoon. 

Now, if this was Jimin’s upstairs nest, the one in his bedroom that he’d make on his bed, he would be extremely upset. He rarely nests in his room but when he does, it tends to be very serious business. He only nests up there when he’s upset or feeling out of sorts, and something deep inside him is very primal about his ‘bedroom nest’ as he likes to call it. When there’s a nest on his bed, the pack knows not to touch or go inside it unless they have his permission. 

With the nest that he builds in their shared den, he’s much less possessive over it. He makes it for everybody and it brings him comfort and joy to do and he doesn’t at all mind when the pack uses it without asking or when they mess it up a little. Nests are really hard to maintain when there’s so many people sharing it anyway and Jimin is fine with a few tweaks here and there if they prefer to change it a little. 

“It’s okay, Jungkook-ah, Namjoon hyung, I don’t mind,” 

“We’ll rebuild it, pup. I’m very sorry,” Namjoon says. 

Oh , that’s very nice. Jimin can’t think of a better thing to do on a cozy, snowy winter night other than nesting with his mates. And it seems like everybody else agrees because they gravitate to the same spot in the pit, each of them holding either a blanket or a pillow and waiting for Jimin’s instructions. 

Nesting is something utterly unexplainable for Jimin. He can’t explain why he wants a pillow positioned a certain way or a blanket draped over a certain spot but his omega just wants it that way. His mates are complete sweethearts, doing as he says and making sure not an inch of the nest is without Jimin’s approval. 

“Here, pup. It’s your favourite, isn’t it?”

Yoongi hands him a circular lilac pillow and Jimin sighs in fondness. Trust Yoongi to know the littlest detail about him, even when it’s something as insignificant as his favourite pillow. He’ll have to bring this pillow upstairs for when he needs to nest in his room but on any other day, it’s safely in the den and cuddled by Jimin almost daily. It’s doused in his peachy scent. 

“Thank you, Yoongi hyung,”

Jimin gets a kiss right on the tip of his nose. Then he looks at Yoongi and it seems as if the alpha can’t resist leaning in for a proper kiss on his lips. Jimin indulges him in it, pressing his nose right onto Yoongi’s neck once they’re done to get a good whiff of the man’s black pepper scent. Something about it just never fails to make him feel all warm inside. 

“My turn,” Jimin hears a whine and pulling away from Yoongi, he sees Taehyung sitting by the side, staring at the two of them unhappily. 

Honestly, sometimes Jimin thinks that Taehyung deserves the ‘baby alpha’ nickname more than Jungkook. 

“Brat,” Jimin hears Yoongi whisper under his breath as the alpha pulls Taehyung right into his lap and holds him in place as Jimin scents him, giggles erupting from the omega as Taehyung struggles to free himself from the undignified position. 

He eventually breaks free and Jimin is taken into his arms with a shriek to be scented in return. 

Hoseok comes to join them, leaving little kisses all along Jimin’s knuckles and soon, Jungkook comes to apologise for the tickles and for the ruined nest with his own kiss. 

“We should sleep now,” Namjoon sounds endlessly fond as he looks at them all cuddled together, “Jiminie must be tired from his little adventure,”

The nest is now completed and Jimin, bearing the scent of all of his mates except one, crawls over to Namjoon and sits across the alpha with his legs tucked beneath him. 

He doesn’t have to say a word. All he needs to do is tilt his neck to the side, baring the smooth, creamy expanse of his skin and Namjoon is there to give him what he needs. 

He slings his arms over the alpha’s shoulders and lets himself be scented to his heart’s content. Namjoon’s scent has always been divine and Jimin lets himself be soaked in it, to be utterly engulfed in pines before he is gently carried to another part of the nest to be laid down and covered in a blanket, his lilac pillow tucked in his hands. 

He’s in his nest with his mates by his side and although his eyes are heavy with sleep and his limbs tired, his heart is full. Full of something that he can’t explain even if he tries. Something that makes him smile when he sees his mates, something that stirs the butterflies in his tummy awake when they touch him, something that’s forever present in this new chapter of his life. 

Lying in between Seokjin and Namjoon, watching the snow falling through the window and doused in the scents of his mates, Jimin finds it impossible to remember the last time he had felt this content.

His final, fleeting thought as sleep comes to take him is that this moment feels like serenity, like belonging.

Like home. 

END