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The dull tint of gray from the sun rising behind the clouds pulls Jimin from his comfortable slumber, measly lighting filtering in through the one window along the side of his hefty, insulated hut perched deep in the forest.
His body has long since grown attuned to the push and pull of nature, internal instincts and circadian rhythm in cohesion with the Earth’s established habits, learning fairly early on that he would never be able to rely on anyone but himself to establish normalcy in his daily routine. Jimin drags his legs out from under his wooly blankets and furs with a sigh, perpetually exhausted body venturing out to begin his day even before the morning bells in the pack settlement ring to wake everyone up.
It’s best this way—rise bright and early to accomplish his daily tasks before anyone gains the chance to disturb his carefully crafted peace.
Frigid, biting temperatures linger as the grasp of Winter dredges on until the last possible moment. Here—deep in the thicket of the Northernmost mountains—the weather never entirely becomes pleasant, an ever present chill that surrounds the land year round. To combat the dreary, unforgiving cold, Jimin drapes himself in the warmest clothes he could fashion over the past few years considering how little fabric the pack tailor will share with a designated outsider omega. He tugs on several layers, thick underclothes for warmth with added sections of animal fur and wool, before finishing with his protective coat designed to repel water and snow while retaining his body heat.
Traversing through the forest with minimum sunlight never grows easier no matter how often he does it, white clouds of breath billowing from his mouth while he carries a large bucket in the crook of his arms. His heavy, fur-lined boots crackle against the decrepit leaves gathered on the forest floor, every footstep booming loudly in the morning silence. No birds chirping or critters scurrying about or jubilant voices, just him in the lonely, expansive forest.
Jimin hurries down to the lake with practiced quickness, glancing behind him to ensure no wandering eyes follow his movements as he sneaks behind a thick congregation of bushes to find the hidden spot where he placed his traps.
Three!
Three fat, meaty fish caged away in his makeshift wooden trap.
His heart races with joy, a proud smile lighting up his face as he leans down to grab the contraption and empty them into his bucket. As the least valuable member of the pack and an omega at that, he finds himself lucky if any food remains for him once everyone has their fill. These three fish will last him for days if he handles them correctly and prepares them adequately, a true blessing he so rarely found over the course of the Winter with the lakes often frozen over.
A rare sense of happiness blooms in his chest, warm and tentative when he treks back home to stow away his first success of the day. The fish go into a neatly arranged hole in the ground in the center of Jimin’s hut so they stay nice and cold until the time comes to cook them. Though he would love to stay inside with the heat of the fire to celebrate his find, a seemingly endless list of tasks await his presence. He takes a long, deep breath, tucks his golden hair behind his ears, and heads out for another expedition.
Collect the eggs, but don’t dare to save any for himself. Feed the chickens an abundance of food that never seems to exist when his stomach aches from starvation. Gather dry leaves and sticks for the fires around the settlement that keep everyone except him warm. Pick up enough raspberry leaves so the omegas around the pack can ensure their health and fertility. Survey the forest around the camp for any signs of danger. Grab any growing nuts, berries, and greenery from the pack gardens without keeping any for his own reserve. Wash the soiled blankets from the infirmary even if the lake water freezes his fingers until they lose sensation. Do anything and everything asked of him without showing his face, giving and giving without ever allowed the opportunity to take.
By the time Jimin finishes the bulk of his chores and finds a moment to rest, the entire pack bustles to life in the distance.
The sun creeps high in the sky behind the clouds, already inching past lunchtime before he even sits down for a break. His muscles ache something fierce, feet sore from non stop movement, and the acid in his stomach threatens to eat away at the inner lining if he doesn’t consume something of significant nutritional value soon. Luckily for him, being shunned means being alone, so at least he knows no one will bother him now that he did everything he was supposed to.
Hopefully.
Bubbles of excitement rise in Jimin’s throat while he cooks himself a hearty meal all of his own making, baking a loaf of bread on a pot over his fire before searing up one of the fish he caught early this morning. His mouth waters uncontrollably at the delicious smells wafting through the air in the tiny confines of his hut. It ends up tasting as good as it smells once he finally plops down to eat, back resting against his cot while he feeds himself for the first time in many, many hours.
He plans to shelter down in his tent for the rest of the daylight, allowing his body to recuperate before he heads out to do it all over again tomorrow morning.
Perhaps he will feel up to exploring a bit before the sun sets, itching to gather more resources for his surmounting collection of herbs and pastes and medicines. A lack of support from his pack means he needs to do everything on his own, including caring for himself should he grow sick or injured. Preparation means everything. Creating concoctions for his own health has become a hobby of sorts, a great way to wind down and relax while he appreciates the bounds of nature readily available to him.
He will eat, rest, explore, and then sleep restfully.
Unfortunately, things never quite go as planned around here.
A resounding rasp of knuckles against his hut door garners Jimin’s attention immediately, head shooting to the entrance with eyes so wide they bulge out of their sockets. His heart pounds painfully hard against his rib cage, mind reeling with the endless possibilities waiting just outside his home. He rushes to hide away all of his visible belongings and his collection of resources, panicking more with every passing second.
Only once he reaches the door does he notice the scent of chamomile wafting in through the cracks.
“Elder Ara.” Jimin greets with a slight bow, attempting to remain calm even as his body verges on exploding with nerves. He possesses a hundred questions he wishes to ask, but holds back to maintain his manners in the midst of such uncertain circumstances.
“Omega.” Elder Ara grunts, clear disinterest in her dark eyes when she meets Jimin’s frightened gaze. “May I come in?”
“U-Uh, I gue—“ Jimin tries to answer, unable to complete his sentence before the old woman pushes her way inside without care.
“This is how you live?” She questions with an upturned nose, stare full of judgment as she peers around the meager, one room hut to observe Jimin’s few belongings on display. This reaches a new low even for the elders, no one ever coming into his personal space to disrespect him this blatantly. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, what other option does a worthless, alpha-less omega have?”
Jimin stands expressionless and still with the dagger shooting straight to his heart, silent though he wishes he had the bravery to stand up for himself.
“Never mind any of this useless chatter, I have something more important that I need to discuss with you today.” Elder Ara says quickly, crossing her arms over her chest before she glares at Jimin. “Head Alpha Choi sent me here.”
“For what?” Jimin asks, holding back the gasp in his throat.
“To gauge your loyalty to this pack.” She explains succinctly, gray hair and wrinkles doing little to convince Jimin of her frailty when he knows how dangerous the elders can be. “He wants to ensure you remain grateful and appreciative of all he’s done for you, unconvinced of your commitment to your fellow members. I am here today to check if your allegiance in your saviors wanes after all these years.”
“H-Huh?” Jimin breathes out in confusion, eyebrows furrowed as he comprehends the words. The overwhelming urge to vomit grows, but he tampers it down. “Of course, I am loyal and grateful and appreciative. Why would you think otherwise?”
“Are you sure about that?” Elder Ara questions with a snappy tone. “Being in a pack requires great sacrifices for the good of your fellow members, yet you seem to offer up little for those around you. Everyone has a part to play in our continued survival, but we hardly ever find you first in line to serve. Head Alpha Choi needs more from you.”
Jimin gapes without even thinking about it, mind falling open in shock at the sudden egregious accusations. He sacrifices everything for a pack that detests his existence. He offers his body for manual labor and goes without food and lives in a hut in the woods away from the safety of his pack because they require it. No one sacrifices more than him, he knows it for sure. Still, he learned from the beginning that dissent will only bring him great hurt and punishment, so he simply buries his disagreements in the pit of his chest.
“What do you need?” Jimin asks quietly, terrified of what more they will demand from him.
“We need to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you put your pack first. That you would do anything and everything for the betterment of our people. We need confirmation that you would sacrifice whatever necessary if it guaranteed our pack thrives.”
“Yes, I would.” Jimin nods, gut turning as the words tumble from his lips. “I exist to please, to help, to maintain our pack’s happiness. Whatever you ask, I will do it.”
“Good.” She says with a terrifying smile stretching across her lips, something deeply unsettling about her tone of voice. “I am glad to hear it. Head Alpha Choi and the elders will be glad to hear it as well.”
Jimin remains frozen in place, heart aching, wondering what this could possibly mean.
“That is all I needed to know.” Elder Ara replies, giving Jimin’s hut one last look before she walks towards the door. “Might I remind you what happens to omegas who lose the protection of their pack. You would be ravaged by feral rogues within a day if not for the safety of our land and guards. It is in your best interest to do as we ask.”
“Yes, I know.” Jimin says solemnly, because he knows with absolute certainty that she speaks the truth. No matter how terribly they treat him, how they starve him and neglect him and ignore his existence unless they want something, nothing would ever compare to the devastation he would suffer without a pack.
The scent of chamomile haunts Jimin’s hut long after Elder Ara makes her exit, thick in the air for hours and hours. It drives Jimin to madness, forced to swing open his door and lift his window to allow fresh, crisp oxygen into his home lest he suffocate under the deceptively calming stench. Everything he owns feels tainted by her visit, by her watchful eyes passing such judgment on his measly belongings. Even as he heads out to gather supplies in hopes of soothing his frightened instincts, her sudden presence leaves him on high alert the entire time.
He curls up in his bed shortly after the sun kisses the Earth goodbye, refusing to put out his fire or lanterns because he craves the safety light brings. Surrounded by warmth and comfort, body wrapped up in a nest of blankets and pillows fashioned by his own two hands, Jimin wonders if life will always warrant this much pain in the depths of his heart. The business of the day keeps his idle mind too occupied to focus on such existential thoughts, but night always ushers in a wave of sadness as he ruminates over the hopeless situation he finds himself in. Day in, day out, stuck in a loop of working his body to the bone for others who wish him dead. Maybe, just maybe, things will get better someday. This slowly dwindling spark of hopefulness is the only thing sustaining him forward.
The days following his impromptu visit evoke a sense of discomfort in the pit of Jimin’s belly.
Raging, gnawing anxiety eats away at him while he tries desperately to ignore it. His mind rushes into a tailspin every second he dares to rest, filled with terrifying thoughts of what the ominous words uttered from Elder Ara’s mouth could mean. His instincts bristle in apprehension, on edge no matter what he does to quell his inner omega.
Whether wading through the creek for polished stones or picking herbs for a medicinal paste or checking his traps for new fish, Jimin remains inundated by an encroaching sense of doom racing through his body. It leaves him waiting for the other foot to drop, highly paranoid of everything, and overly suspicious regarding the circumstances of his existence. He wonders what deeply troubling issue could plague the pack that requires such immense commitment verbally expressed from his mouth and finds that he doesn’t like the possibilities coming to mind.
“Omega, Head Alpha Choi is holding an emergency meeting this evening after dinner and he said to tell you that your attendance is mandatory. So get your sorry ass out of your hut and be here before the sun sets.” A man spits out like venom, stopping Jimin dead in his tracks on the outskirts of the settlement grounds near the gardens. His eyes bore into the omega’s soul with something hateful and rotten.
“Okay.” Jimin nods, eyes flitting nervously from the trees in the distance to the beta’s face.
He spends the rest of the day in an unavoidable spiral, heart speeding uncomfortably as he paces a dirt path around the outside of his hut, contemplating the significance of this demand. Never, ever, in a million years would they demand him to attend a pack meeting unless it meant something dastardly headed his way. They happily pretend he doesn’t exist, cruelly shoving him away like some unsightly sore that shouldn’t be acknowledged. Meetings are for real pack members, something Jimin has never been allowed the luxury of considering himself. His feet pound against the forest floor until they ache deep to the bone, the omega attempting to mentally prepare himself for permanent damnation.
When the light of day begins to descend beyond the horizon, Jimin apprehensively approaches the fire pit in the center of camp to await the dire announcement.
“I heard Head Alpha Choi got into a huge fight with one of the elders and now the pack is going to split into two different ones.” A young girl whispers to her friend, eyes wide and surprised as she speaks.
“No way! My cousin Hajoon said that he’s probably going to give every family their own cabin in the woods since we survived well through Winter and worked really hard. I hope it’s true because our hut is getting way too small now that I have another little brother.” The second girl says, hopeful and excited.
Jimin stands far away from everyone in the back of the meeting space, simply watching and anticipating the urgent news. He wraps his arms around himself to conserve warmth, craving the heat of the fire even knowing it would never be allowed.
Others around them continue to gossip as well, not only children hedging their bets about what important declaration will be declared by their leaders. Rumors of a pack festival involving all of their neighboring towns, expansion East after they attack the pack flanking them and steal their land, and even word of a deathly illness devouring the Head Alpha’s body that will soon render him lifeless all float in the air in the form of hushed whispers, everyone sharing a sense of nervousness while they wonder what could be the big deal.
The most gut wrenching, stomach turning bout of dread cripples Jimin’s body when Head Alpha Choi stumbles onto the raised platform and stares out into the crowd with dark, consuming eyes.
“Quieten down, everyone. Silence.” An Elder shouts from the side, demanding utmost attention and respect for their Head Alpha.
“Thank you for joining me here this evening on such short notice. I’m sure you are highly anticipating what was so important that it couldn’t wait another day, so I won’t keep you waiting too long. Let me start off by saying that I’ve been greatly entertained by the ideas floating around amongst the pack all day and it amused me to see how quickly ridiculous rumors spread with little to no factual basis. Whether you thought I planned to burn the elders at the stake or the pack is disbanding, I have to let you know that nothing I heard today held any truth.”
A quiet murmur erupts around the crowd of pack members in front of Jimin, grumbles of disappointment and sighs of relief joined to voice their thoughts at the news. He doesn’t know whether that indicates something positive for him or not, because all of those ideas held one thing in common—they had nothing to do with him. Something primal and instinctual just knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that this will be his ruin.
Hands trembling and knees knocking, Jimin holds his breath for the big reveal.
“For many, many years, I have dreamed of expanding our pack’s reach as far and wide as possible. I always wanted to either conquer, befriend, or collaborate with other packs all over the world to extend our powers anywhere we could ever dream of. I can proudly say that I’ve been extremely successful with this mission so far, and given us all of the things we could ever need right at our fingertips. All members of this pack live better than anywhere else on Earth.” Head alpha Choi continues, voice crotchety and booming in the silence of their meeting grounds. His smugness and arrogance makes Jimin nauseous, but the other pack members eat it up like a feast.
“Throughout my time running this pack, there has always been one place that no one could dare to reach. Deep off the coast of the continent, to the Westernmost expanse of the ocean, exists a group of wolves known as the Jeon Pack. They command governance over every island in the sea, relentlessly refusing to ever ally with any continental packs or collaborate to share resources and seaway. That is until now.”
“Yes, yes, I can imagine your shock at this news, but I have finally come to a point of negotiation with the newest Head Alpha of the Jeon Pack and we’ve reached a resolution that will allow our continental packs free travel past their islands, open trade, and hospitable conditions between all of us.” He pauses his speech for only a second, smiling with such a sinister glimmer in his eyes that it chills Jimin to the bone. “We will be supplying their Head Alpha with an omega mate.”
All of the blood in Jimin’s body rushes to his head, vessels expanding so rapidly that he grows dizzy the moment the words fall from Head Alpha Choi’s mouth. His throat closes up without warning, breath caught in his lungs, and gut twisting so violently that it feels as if a dagger has been stabbed through his intestines. Though he valiantly wishes he possessed the ability to shift into his dormant wolf form and bolt away without ever looking back, he remains frozen in place while he shivers from the encompassing dread and fear overtaking his body.
People all around the crowd begin speaking in an uproar, gasps of shock and awe present from every direction. They question why, who, how, and an absurd range of inquiries ranging from whether this Jeon Pack consists of cannibals and if they’ll all be suddenly moving across the ocean to one of the islands. Children huddle to their parents out of fright due to the raucous commotion, instincts nervous at the surge of energy palpable in the air. The deafening combination of voices and noises and emotions only add to Jimin's deep seated, guttural despair, knowing exactly what this means for him without ever hearing the confirmation with his own ears.
Please, please, please Jimin pleads, screaming in his head in hopes that any loving power of the universe might hear him and grant him kindness. Not me, it can’t be me. No, no, no, no—
“Now, now, let me finish my speech before you get all riled up. I understand the questions you may have regarding this situation, so let me make some things clear. This isn’t any sort of pack merging or joining, merely a treaty between two forces that will be advantageous for everyone. There will be no upheaval or change for most of you, just more opportunities and resources available to us should we ever need them. It’s a historical event where we become allies with a previously unreachable pack.”
“Many of you are wondering how this will happen. Whether we’ll hold some kind of ceremony to choose the intended omega or allow Head Alpha Jeon the ability to pick whoever he pleases, but the answer is simple. We already found the omega who will be offered as a mate.” Head Alpha Choi says with a smirk, eyes piercing through the crowd to find Jimin where he stands despondent behind the other pack members. “The abandoned, bastard omega—Park Jimin—graciously volunteered to become the sacrificial offering for this arrangement.”
If Jimin held the presence of mind to move a single muscle, body strong enough to bolt into action regardless of the horror engulfing him whole, he would turn tail and run until his feet melted down to bloody stumps.
As it stands, he remains powerless to the whims of his pack lest he become a martyr for the cause.
His stomach lurches with terror, hand flying up to contain the gag threatening to tumble past his lips when everyone in the area turns around to stare into his soul. A crippling silence falls among them, no one uttering a word while they simply bore into him with a mixture of confusion, disdain, and relief. His whole being trembles, from his knees to his hands to his toes. Looks of pity and appreciation marred with the knowledge that he would never willingly volunteer himself for such a precarious, dangerous position. They leave him no choice except to follow along, body fodder for their every whim because his omega mother dared to fall in love with an alpha from an enemy pack all those years ago.
“Me, a couple of the elders, some capable guards, and the bastard omega will travel to the Jeon islands in three days' time. Thank you for your time. I hope you’re all as excited about the proposition as I am.”
The devastating downpour of destitution never ends, accumulating until it threatens to drown Jimin beneath the weight of his agony long after the meeting ends. He lies in his cot and sobs until he can no longer breathe, overtaken with a cocktail of terrifying emotions. Nothing about his life has ever been within his control, this forced, arranged marriage yet another glaring reminder of his lowly existence.
He will be shipped off to some brutish, vile alpha to serve as a hole to warm his knot and a slave to his every desire, never tasting a semblance of freedom or happiness for as long as he lives.
Death would be kinder than this.
True to his word, Head Alpha Choi allots three, abysmally short days before he intends to trek across the continent and embark on an ambitious journey through the sea to the Jeon islands with Jimin forced at his side like some sort of sacrificial lamb.
Jimin spends those three days in an endless circuit of tears, working himself into a frenzy every hour of his existence as he imagines how terrifying his life could become. While his current life offers little in the way of happiness or joy—holed up alone with no social interactions, left to fend for himself, and loathed by everyone who ever laid eyes on him—he understands that things could become unimaginably worse. At least in this pack, they don’t outright bring him physical pain or command control over his body to require him to engage in acts that would bloody his soul.
Rumors of the savagery and unyielding nature of the Jeon Pack extend far and away. Even Jimin, a recluse shunned by everyone around him, has heard the gruesome tales of them consuming their members’ dead bodies and drowning those who voice dissent. From burning people alive to beheading outsiders who dare step foot onto their islands, nothing pleasant ever spreads about the Jeon Pack.
Three days of bidding goodbye to the only life he ever witnessed, the lands he was born onto, and the familiarity that arose from remaining under the Choi Pack’s gracious protection. Three days of crying into the frigid waters while he disables his traps and picks the last of the foods from the gardens. Three days of traversing through trees that comfort him like the family he never experienced, mind racing with ideas of his impending future that haunt him relentlessly. Three days of wishing he believed in himself and his capabilities enough to run away without the crippling fear of demise by rogues weighing on his shoulders like an anchor.
He owns essentially nothing of monetary value, belongings purely sentimental and important only to his heart, yet it saddens him greatly when he learns of Head Alpha Choi’s cruel limitations.
A single bag.
Everything he collected over the past decades of his life, all of his memories of the loved ones he never met, the resources he worked himself to the bone to gather to ensure his survival—disregarded in the snap of a finger. Only the most important, dire items that fit within the space of a mere bag will be journeying with Jimin along to his new home. And though he never harbored much emotionality towards the things he called his own, this cuts deep into his heart until he begs for solace.
On a cloudy, early Spring morning, just after the sun rises in the sky to illuminate the Earth from the darkness, Jimin’s eyes gaze upon his home for the last time.
His spirit aches for a place that never existed, a wonderful life that he never lived because of circumstances beyond his control. It drills deep into his being, unavoidable and damning with how it consumes him so aggressively. The last sparks of hope lingering in his soul fizzle out into ash, the omega devoid of the lifeblood that previously constituted his essence. He longs for something buried leagues under the surface of the land that once housed his bright and deserving parents, forced to bid adieu to the only connection he ever felt towards the ones who made him.
With tears burning the backs of his eyes and acid eroding away at the lining of his throat, Jimin silently follows after the group of alphas and betas leading him towards his unfortunate fate.
“What does it matter if he only eats the scraps leftover at the end of the meal? He’s a fucking useless omega. Better to not waste precious resources on a bastard who we’re sending off to slaughter.” One of the alpha guards says with hatred in his voice, staring across the fire at Jimin with a murderous gaze.
“I understand the sentiment, but we can’t do anything that might jeopardize our position with the Jeon Pack. The omega needs to eat and maintain his strength enough to complete the journey there. After that, what happens to him is not my concern.” Head Alpha Choi utters with a sigh.
“Fine.” The first alpha grumbles, snatching a bowl from the ground in front of him to scoop up some stew. “But he doesn’t get any of the meat because he doesn’t need it, not like we do.”
Jimin bites his tongue and stares blankly down at the patch of grass beneath his bloody, blistered feet, worn down to mangled flesh after hiking across the continent nonstop for over a week straight. Their words do little to phase him after all of the turmoil he faced throughout the past couple of weeks. The weight of their disdain will always remain a wound in his side, but it’s impossible to focus on anything when his every move hurts so badly that he cries empty tears into his meal.
The expedition across the westernmost part of the land proves much more strenuous than Jimin ever thought possible, oblivious to the difficult pathway laid ahead when they originally left the Choi settlement. Up treacherous hills, rocky, jagged mountains, and through gigantic bodies of water. His body barely hangs on as he drags it further and further, feet protesting each step he takes towards the coast where the last leg of the trip begins. The others struggle hardly at all compared to the weak, broken omega and it shows in the lack of compassion they hold for his condition. Onward they go, never stopping no matter how slowly Jimin trails behind them.
Their short breaks for sleep bring Jimin the most terror and discomfort of all, the pain plaguing his body nothing in comparison to the fright he experiences while exposed to the elements with no forms of protection. The others create makeshift tents to shelter in while they rest, but adamantly refuse to allow the omega anything besides the measly blanket sprawled across the ground beneath him. Anything, anyone, any horrible fate could befall him and he would be helpless to defend himself.
One more day, one more day, one more day, Jimin repeats in his head like a mantra.
One last day of barreling across the continent until they finally climb onto a boat and reach their highly anticipated destination. The ceaseless walking will end, something Jimin never anticipated to feel a sense of relief towards. After all this build up and pressure, weeks of torturing himself daily with the thoughts his mind conjures up regarding his new life, finally meeting his intended mate and discovering his downfall feels like a blessing. Whatever may come his way, at least he won’t be idly waiting anymore like a mouse caught in a trap.
“Shh, shh.” Head Alpha Choi hushes into Jimin’s ear, doing little to quieten the terrified whimper building in the omega’s throat. His own vanilla scent swells so strongly that he smells it himself, suffocating and bitter. “Shut the fuck up and listen to what I’m telling you.”
Jimin stares up into the darkness with wild eyes, shaking his head to get away from the heaviness weighing on his chest and clamped over his mouth. Fear burns like wildfire in his veins.
“I’m warning you now, if you even think about acting out during this exchange then I’ll fucking kill you myself. Do you understand me, omega? I’m not messing around. You ruin this for us and I’ll have you wishing your bastard corpse was in the ground with the rest of your useless family.” Head Alpha Choi rasps with sheer hatred in his voice, breaths hot and musty against Jimin’s skin.
“P-Please.” Jimin cries, heart racing so fiercely that it makes him feel faint.
“I don’t care what the Jeon Pack wants to do to you. Even if they threaten to chop your toes off one by one and shove them up your ass, you will graciously obey their commands until this mating officially commences. Is that clear?”
Jimin nods rapidly, chest heaving as he attempts to breathe with the dirty, nasty hand still tight over his mouth. The nauseating stench of rotten eggs burns his nostrils, stomach lurching at the alpha’s smell.
“Let yourself be useful for once in your goddamn life and actually help us out with this. This pack has done so fucking much for you since the beginning of your pointless, cursed existence and this is the least you could do to repay us.” Head Alpha Choi says, spitting his words out without care. Jimin flinches away with every splatter of spittle on his cheeks. “You will play the part of a perfect, obedient omega and solidify this alliance for me. I mean it, don’t you dare try anything.”
He lies awake for the rest of the night and stares up at the sky, wishing that the universe would swallow him whole to save him from the hell constituting his miserable life. Nothing he could’ve ever done, no sins possible to commit by a mere mortal, have ever earned such cruel, inhospitable actions towards an innocent being.
The tiniest, most inconspicuous speckle of wishfulness takes root in his heart, secretly hoping beyond all odds that things somehow get better from here.
Hiking his leg over the edge of the wooden boat and perching himself on the floor elicits a visceral fear in Jimin’s gut. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, weeks in the making and flying by without warning, it feels real. Looking out into the sea from the sand covered shore, the hefty gravity of what lies in waiting presses down on him until he barely breathes. He trembles, vomiting twice over the edge of the boat before they ever even ascend across the waters. No amount of preparation could soothe the aching, devastating pain wracking his body as they head to meet his fate.
The rickety boat shakes and threatens to topple with every wave knocking into it, propelled forward by the mere manpower of the alpha guards paddling them from one coast of land to the other. Jimin has no time to gaze upon the immense beauty of the rich, blue waters or smell the delectable, salt of the Earth flowing through the air, too busy fearing for his life to do anything except bury his head between his knees and beg for survival.
Somehow, some way, regardless of the wistful prayers sent up to the sky, they make it to land after several hours of traversing across the sea.
His heart rate quickens until he writhes in pain, breathless and overtaken with the fear inundating his body once the land in the distance begins rapidly approaching. He clutches his chest with his trembling fingers, squeezing the fabric of his clothing so aggressively that he digs into his own flesh without realizing. Wary, petrified eyes fly from one end of the visible island to another, attempting to stay on guard and notice any sign of life that could signify danger. The ride grows bumpier and bumpier when they paddle towards the shore, Jimin curled into a whimpering ball as the situation becomes too much to handle.
“Out.” One of the alpha guards grunts, kicking the side of the boat near Jimin’s tiny figure without care. “Get the fuck out. Now.”
Since he doesn’t move quickly enough for their liking, the guards reach out to harshly grab his arms and hoist him out of the boat onto the sandy shore. He sputters and gasps at suddenly slamming into the land, momentarily stunned by the forceful aggression.
When Jimin eventually rights himself and stands to take in his surroundings—body battered and bruised with a fierce ache shooting through every muscle he has—he struggles to absorb the astonishing sight before his tired eyes. He brings his hands up to rub away the film covering his vision, in utter disbelief when the stunning scenery remains. His mouth drops open, sure to fall to the floor if it wasn’t firmly attached to his jaw.
Expansive palm trees spread as far as the eye can see, extending into the horizon and continuing endlessly. They blow and shake in the breeze, leaves shimmying beautifully, combining with the gentle rush of waves hitting the shore to create the most wonderful mixture of sounds. The white, soft sand ends and melds into lush grass that seems to make up most of the island. With the sun beaming down to illuminate the island from directly above, everything shimmers and shines like a dreamscape.
Total, encompassing warmth fills the air so that every breath he takes feels loaded with humidity and moisture, stepping into a steaming bath with each foot he inches forward.
For a brief moment in time, the weight of the world no longer weighs on his shoulders, replaced with pure awe and wonder as he peers into an entirely new world. It differs vastly from the freezing, snow covered landscape back from which they came. Incredibly, unbearably hot, rich with luscious wildlife and greenery from every direction, and a constant outpouring of soothing sounds filtering in the air. The gorgeous, unbelievable island fills him with such incomparable joy that he nearly works himself into tears just seeing such an astonishing thing with his own eyes.
His momentary intermission to observe his new home swiftly comes to a halt when Head Alpha Choi shouts angrily for him to hurry up and follow them into the thick brush of trees.
“Hello and welcome to the Jeon islands.” A voice says from up ahead, light and lilting voice still evoking a sense of dread in the pit of Jimin’s stomach. “I assume you’re the pack alpha?”
“Indeed. Head Alpha Choi, it’s nice to meet you.”
“My name is Taehyung. I’ll be serving as your guide and translator throughout your visit here, so please feel free to come to me with any questions or concerns you may have. Was the journey here a smooth one?” The person asks, slowly coming into view as Jimin works his way through the bushes and nearer to the small group of people.
Oh, an omega.
His cherry blossom scent blooms sweetly around them, Jimin apprehensive and suspicious about why they sent an omega to greet them. Even though his instincts want to welcome the fellow omega in with open arms, his mind remains alert and guarded.
“Took a hell of a lot longer than we wanted.” One of the alpha guards says.
“Would’ve been much quicker if we didn’t have dead weight slowing us down so much. Fucking useless.” A different guard, a beta, adds with a sigh.
“Well, we were expecting your arrival a few days ago, but you’re here now. We’ll just have to rush things along much faster than we intended. I apologize for the lack of time to truly get acquainted before the ceremony tonight.” Taehyung replies softly, an apologetic look on his sharp, angular face when Jimin finally moves close enough to see him clearly. Dark brown locks cut above his ears, tall and lean, an inviting aura about him. He looks kind, pleasant.
“T-Tonight?” Jimin whispers under his breath, heart pounding at the unexpected news. He barely has time to mentally prepare himself before the dreaded mating occurs.
“Our apologies. We wished to have more time, but the ceremony must—“
“Pay him no mind.” Head Alpha Choi grunts roughly, head snapping towards Jimin to shoot daggers at him with his eyes. “The mating can happen right now if it needs to. Is everything prepared? We can start now, no problem at all.”
“Ah, no. Not quite yet. We have a particular way in which we conduct these matters, so we can’t begin the ceremony yet. Let me outline the order of events. So, first we’ll—“
“Oh, no need. You go ahead and do whatever it is you need to do with the omega. Just call us over when it’s time to get this show on the road.” Head Alpha Choi says after rudely interrupting Taehyung. “We’ll go explore a little bit, yeah?”
Taehyung’s jaw clenches, twitching the tiniest amount as he blinks slowly at Head Alpha Choi. The spike of anger in his cherry blossom scent goes unnoticed by everyone except Jimin, an awkward bout of silence falling over them since Taehyung stands taken aback. He recovers quickly enough, forcing a smile on his face.
“Very well. You explore and I’ll handle the rest with the omega. Jimin, correct?”
Jimin nods, swallowing down the ball of rocks congregating in his throat.
“Behave.” Head Alpha Choi growls threateningly in Jimin’s ear, hot breath and rotten egg scent causing him to recoil in disgust.
“Shall we get started?“ Taehyung asks, smiling brightly at Jimin now that they’re on their own.
The trek to their next destination happens fairly quickly, barely offering any time to gaze upon the island’s set up before they enter into a small, wooden structure near the outskirts of the trees. From what Jimin can tell, a worn, dirt pathway connects everything in the settlement. It weaves between trees and goes from one building to another, several different wooden spaces perched around the land nearest to them.
“So… Would you like to hear how this will all take place or do you prefer to stay ignorant like your Pack Alpha?” Taehyung questions, daring and feisty in a way that grabs Jimin’s attention.
“Tell me, please.”
“First is the private meeting with Head Alpha Jeon in which he’ll be judging whether or not you fit the standards for his mate. A quick affair, honestly. But we need to scrub you down and make you look presentable, which is why I brought you here.” Taehyung explains easily, motioning his head towards the dark, steamy space around them.
A bath house of sorts, complete with a tub in the ground fashioned out of rocks and stones. A familiar sight.
“Okay.” Jimin nods, though he wishes to say a lot more than that. He almost vomits when he thinks about what this judgment process will entail, unsure that a measly omega like him will meet any standards set by such a strict ruler. Failing this mission will most certainly mean death for him.
“Next will be the ceremony. It’s fast and over without much work from you. There will be a feast afterwards before you return to your new home with Head Alpha Jeon and consummate the joining by mating. Simple enough, especially because everything will be handled for you.” Taehyung says with a shrug, stepping away from Jimin to grab a basket of supplies near the wall.
Jimin knows what this omega expects of him, so he silently turns away and begins undressing himself out of his thick, warm clothes to step into the water. His stomach aches and cramps, whether from anxiety or fear or hunger, it remains unknown. No one has ever seen him as bare as the day he was born, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable standing in the hot water with someone watching his every move. He supposes he should get used to this feeling.
“Jimin, I’m going to use this cloth to scrub you down with soap, okay?” Taehyung speaks gently, voice directly in Jimin’s ear with their newly close proximity. Jimin nods, holding his breath. “If you have any questions for me, I’ll be glad to answer them.”
“Will you be honest with me?” Jimin asks timidly, staring down at the rippling water in front of him.
“Of course.”
“Uh, I… I don’t know… Can you tell me a little bit about him?” Jimin questions nervously.
“About Head Alpha Jeon?” Taehyung clarifies, humming when Jimin nods. He offers no further warning before he grabs Jimin’s arm and starts washing the dirt away. “Sure. What do you already know about him?”
That he might be a cannibal who enjoys murdering anyone who so much as breathes the wrong way.
“Nothing.” Jimin replies, mostly the truth because he doesn’t know how much those rumors ring true.
“He’s about a year younger than me, so 24 years old. He—“
“He’s that young?” Jimin gawks in surprise, eyes shooting wide open. He imagined an old, unsightly alpha would be leading this pack.
“Did you expect differently?” Taehyung inquires, amusement clear in his voice. “Black hair, a muscular build, rather serious when it comes to pack matters, a great warrior and hunter, roughly my height. I don’t know what exactly you want to know, but that’s the gist of it.”
“Is he kind?” Jimin asks, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind. He finds it hard to focus with his body being scrubbed from head to toe.
“He… Well, he’s kind to those who deserve it.”
“And those who don’t?” Jimin pushes further.
“They get what they do deserve.” Taehyung answers succinctly.
It falls quiet for the remainder of the bathing session, mainly because Jimin decides he would rather not learn all of the gritty details right before he puts his life in the hands of a complete stranger. He could give Taehyung an infinite list of questions and still never feel comfortable going into the ceremony tonight, deeming this little conversation rather pointless in that regard.
The breath forces from his lungs when Taehyung dips the cloth below the surface of the water and briefly cleans his most intimate region, fighting off the urge to push away or escape from the unfamiliar feeling of someone else touching something so personal to him. Luckily, before his body can kick into fight or flight mode, the hand re-emerges and discontinues its movements. Washing his hair flies by in the blink of an eye, practically over before it begins with how swiftly Taehyung finishes scrubbing his scalp and blonde locks.
“Why do you have to conduct the ceremony so soon?”
“Our pack, especially Head Alpha Jeon, operates under the guidance of the moon. Tonight is the last day of the full moon, so we have to have the ceremony tonight or else we have to wait another month. Ideally, you would’ve had a week or so to prepare for this and become familiar with the island. I’m sorry that didn’t happen.”
After a short walk along the dirt path—clad only in a thin, silky, white robe—Jimin stands frozen in the middle of a tiny, wooden cabin near the outskirts of the settlement. The sun already reached its highest point in the sky, beginning the descent back down towards the horizon to indicate the hour as sometime in the late afternoon. His stomach churns violently, heart stutters painfully hard, and his entire body shakes like a leaf. He feels like a chicken waiting to get its head cut off, forced still with Head Alpha Choi behind him and Taehyung to his side near the door.
“It’ll be alright, I promise.” Taehyung whispers softly, smiling encouragingly at Jimin as he releases calming pheromones in droves. “Any questions or comments Head Alpha Jeon has, I’ll relay them to you and help you answer him. Just relax and be yourself. There’s nothing to worry about.”
That couldn’t be further from the truth considering his whole life rides on this moment. Even though he wishes he was never placed in this precarious predicament in the first place, reality dictates that he either successfully completes this mating or else he suffers a torturous, cruel death at the hands of a pack alpha that despises his existence. His ears ring so loudly that he can’t hear himself think, yet he stays still and obedient as his impending fate approaches the door.
He moves not a single muscle when the door swiftly swings open, making the executive decision to close his eyes and give himself time to steel his nerves before he gazes at his intended alpha.
Creaking, booming footsteps rattle against the hardwood floor when Head Alpha Jeon assumes his entrance into the small, rickety building. The overpowering scent of sandalwood, thick and indulgent and oozing warmth, fills the room with his presence, so abundant with richness that it washes over Jimin to leave him breathless. He breathes in slow and deep, allowing the sandalwood to build in his lungs until his head spins. Positively delectable, undeniably the most intoxicating scent he ever witnessed.
Though he wishes to remain steadfast in his position of avoidance and denial in the face of such terrifying circumstances, his body betrays him with just a whiff of the alpha’s scent.
He needs to know more.
Jimin’s eyes flash open at lightning speed to find Head Alpha Jeon standing directly in front of him across the room. His dark, unreadable eyes bore into the omega’s soul with unfettered confidence, stare unbreaking even when Jimin nervously meets his gaze. An unintentional stand off of sorts, both of them frozen in place while they observe the sight of their arranged mate for the first time.
With his sharp, chiseled jawline, angular eyebrows over big, midnight eyes, sunken cheekbones emphasizing his facial structure, and a deceptively cute, rounded nose, Head Alpha Jeon appears like some perfectly crafted demon sent straight from the bowels of the underworld to bring mortals to their demise. Impossibly wide, broad shoulders and meaty, muscular arms, hardly anything concealed by the shawl pulled over his torso. Everything about him seems weighty and strong, thigh muscles bulging through his linen trousers. From his dark, swooshing hair over his forehead to his long, thick fingers, the alpha commands Jimin’s attention solely by existing.
No matter how badly he views this forced mating, he can’t deny the gorgeous man standing in front of him. He reminds himself that looks often turn deceiving when the true nature of a person reveals itself.
Head Alpha Jeon says absolutely nothing before he takes a step forward and begins scanning over Jimin’s body with intense focus, seemingly scrutinizing every aspect of the omega as he gradually paces a circle around him. He devours him with his eyes, swallowing him whole with a wordless stare that sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine. Not knowing what to expect only serves to make him more frightened, shaking in his thin robe even amongst the undulating heat filling the room.
Once he makes a full circuit around Jimin, Head Alpha Jeon halts at the front of the room with an indecipherable look on his face.
The smooth, low timbre of voice shocks Jimin, unprepared for what deep richness would fall from his lips once the alpha opens his mouth to speak. A rough, melodic string of sounds pour from his lips while he says what he wants, still staring ahead at Jimin while he speaks to Taehyung. The unnerving stillness of his body and the seriousness of his expression makes Jimin’s knees clatter together uncontrollably.
“Your hair.” Taehyung says suddenly, turning from Head Alpha Jeon to meet the fellow omega’s petrified gaze. “What color was it when you were born?”
“Blonde.”
“This is your natural shade, unaffected by dyes or manmade actions that could change it?” Taehyung asks, prodding deeper into the subject.
“Yes.” Jimin nods, lip quivering so aggressively that he can hardly speak coherently. “My hair has always been this color for as long as I can remember.”
Taehyung turns to Head Alpha Jeon and simply nods, barely a second passing before the man starts speaking again. This time, his speech ends rather quickly like he only asked a single thing without adding any further details. Jimin watches the way his mouth moves and attempts to decipher his mood by paying attention to his voice, but it offers no significant help.
“When is your birthday?” Taehyung questions next, a gentle look on his face that breaks up the harshness of the atmosphere.
“Fall, in the tenth month of the year.”
Relaying back this information and then listening to what Head Apha Jeon says in response, Taehyung seems to engage in a short conversation about whatever topic comes next. He sounds more apprehensive and worried when he replies, eyes frantically gazing from Jimin to Head Alpha Jeon with something extremely concerned written across his face. In the end, he releases a heavy sigh and squares his shoulders.
“Jimin, I need to look at your right hip.” Taehyung announces timidly, unsure of himself for the first time today.
“W-Why?” Jimin breathes out a gasp, wrapping his hands around his chest to comfort the raging turmoil swirling inside of him. He stands bare beneath his robe and they both know it, the idea of being examined so closely causing bolts of fear to shoot through him.
“I need to see something. I’m sorry, it’ll be really quick. I’m not going to touch you or anything, just look.” Taehyung replies, stepping closer and closer.
“B-But my… my… It’ll be exposed if you—“
“Do it. Pay no mind to his whining and do what you need. No point in explaining because he’ll do whatever you say.” Head Alpha Choi chimes in for the first time, irritation clear.
Taehyung turns back to shoot Head Alpha Jeon a charged look, both of them sharing a pointed moment of silent communication before the process continues. Jimin trembles, chest moving rapidly when Taehyung crouches on his knees to see his body more clearly. He must understand Jimin’s worries without explicitly hearing them, because he grabs the left side of the robe to pull it over Jimin’s nakedness before he lifts the right side and stares at his hip—the one with a particularly shaped scar from an accident in childhood. The sharp breath that Taehyung inhales scares him to his core, but not as much as the spike in Head Alpha Jeon’s scent when Taehyung steps back and nods at the man.
“Have you put your hands on him?” Taehyung asks, eyes sharp on Head Alpha Choi while he repeats what Head Alpha Jeon says. His speech turns faster, deeper, more agitated. “You were to bring him here without injury or abuse, yet he sports clear gashes and bruises all over his lower half.”
“No, no, never. That was a result of our travel here, the omega naturally clumsy and weak. It wasn’t my doing.” Head Alpha Choi rushes out, shaking his head vigorously. “Tell them, omega. Defend me.”
Jimin merely nods, staring down at the ground.
“And what of other… places? Have you hurt him in ways that aren’t obvious to our eyes? Taken liberties that should never be abused by someone in your position of power?” Taehyung questions, his own gaze dark and heavy as he formulates his words.
“What? No! I’ve never touched the fucking omega in my life. I know what you’re insinuating and it’s not true. He’s as pure as the driven snow, I swear it. You can see for yourself.” Head Alpha Choi’s voice climbs an octave, rotten egg scent suffocating from behind Jimin. He panics more than the omega has ever seen and it admittedly brings him joy to see this cruel man reduced to such a form.
“See for ourselves? Are you suggesting we—“
“Look! Look at him and you’ll see. He’s never been taken, just as I promised.” Head Alpha Choi says, stepping closer to Jimin’s side. “Turn around and show him, omega. Remove your robe.”
“That won’t be necessary. Head Alpha Jeon already told you in the last meeting that he cares not about the purity itself, rather that it’s your hands that shouldn’t wander on his—“
“Fucking show them, you goddamn bastard.” Head Alpha Choi growls in Jimin’s ear, voice dangerously close to an alpha command.
Jimin whimpers pitifully, shaking his head while he swallows the lump in his throat. Tears gather on his lash line, welling up in his vision without his consent. He can think of nothing worse than being exposed so wholly, stripped bare and vulnerable before total strangers to show parts of himself that he cherishes most. The mere idea has him choking on his breath, unwilling to commence with such a demoralizing command.
“Are his words true? Has he ever brought you pain or touched you in ways that he shouldn’t? You don’t need to fear him, for Head Alpha Jeon will strike him down now if that’s the case.”
“N-No.” Jimin whispers, dejected and fearful. “He hasn’t, no one has.”
“I’ll show you my goddamn self!” Head Alpha Choi growls, swiftly closing the remaining distance between him and Jimin to grab the omega’s robe at the shoulder and tear it away with all of the strength he possesses. It rips in his aggressive movements, Jimin screeching in horror as he attempts to cover himself and escape from the crazed behavior. “Useless bastard! Can’t even follow a simple command, trying to sully my name when I did so fucking much to—“
Head Alpha Jeon’s booming footsteps pierce through the noise of the chaos, the accompanying sound of his growl reaching deep into the pits of Jimin’s being to produce a guttural reaction from his omega. He watches with wide eyes, everything happening in slow motion, as Head Alpha Jeon reaches out to grab Head Alpha Choi’s hand to forcefully remove it from Jimin’s robe. He doesn’t stop there, however, grip so tight and unrelenting that it engulfs the alpha’s hand whole.
Crushing, cracking bones reverberate off of the wooden walls when Head Alpha Jeon squeezes the vile man’s hand so violently that it shatters beneath his touch. His clenched jaw creaks under the pressure of his disgust, sandalwood scent impossibly hefty in the air around Jimin that he feels it seeping into his pores. Head Alpha Choi screams like fire burns beneath his feet, agonizing shouts of pain that hurt everyone else’s ears just hearing it. Only once the alpha falls to his knees and begs for release does Head Alpha Jeon release his mangled hand, promptly spitting on Head Alpha Choi before he retreats.
Jimin stares up in awe when big, strong hands grasp his tattered robe to pull it over his bare skin, covering his torso as much as possible before retying the knot around his waist.
Head Alpha Jeon gives him one last encompassing look, eyes flitting over every inch of his body from top to bottom, then he nods and stomps his way out of the building to leave them all standing there in uncomfortable silence. The heavy, confusing fog in the room remains long after the alpha exits their presence, neither Taehyung nor Jimin sure what to say after such an intense interaction.
“What does it mean?” Head Alpha Choi groans, breathlessly standing to his feet with his hand clutched to his chest. The sight of bones gashing out of his flesh makes Jimin’s stomach turn, physically turning away once he gags at the gory image. “Why did he leave? Does he accept the omega? Was he not good enough for him? We have more! So many more, I can give him anything he wants.”
“He accepts him as the one the Luna created for him and has gone to prepare for the ceremony.” Taehyung says quietly, reaching out to gently wrap his hand around Jimin’s forearm. “We will take our leave to dress the omega and ready for the night.”
Jimin sits on a mat on the floor of a mostly empty cabin with a million thoughts fluttering in his head, pliant and willing as he lets Taehyung handle him how he pleases. He stares blankly at the ground, maneuvered to and fro while a new outfit pulls over his skin and a comb flows through his hair. Thinking of all the things that unfolded during the last few hours, he accumulates more questions than he arrived with. It confuses him how much he enjoyed Head Alpha Jeon’s scent and his formidable body and impressive display of power. He doesn’t want to like anything about him, wants to hate his guts to make this all much easier to handle.
A white, knitted shawl drapes over Jimin’s shoulders and upper body, large holes in the fabric doing little to conceal the true nature of his naked body. They pair well with the matching white trousers tugged over his legs, everything soft and flowy and comfortable. His hair hangs by his ears, held back by a simple clip in the front to avoid any pieces falling into his eyes.
“Is this the usual attire for a mating ceremony in the Jeon Pack?” Jimin questions, least bothered by this detail out of everything happening tonight.
“Mating ceremonies aren’t common since they only happen when the Head Alpha takes a mate. But no, actually… The traditional outfit would be for you to be completely bare from the waist up. We thought you might prefer some sort of clothing instead.” Taehyung replies with a smile.
“We?”
“Head Alpha Jeon and I, mostly.” Taehyung says, divulging no further details.
As they make their way out of their building and through the thick trees to a more developed, populated area of the island, Jimin finds himself overflowing with curiosity at everything he sees. Everything contrasts starkly with what exists in the Choi settlement. An abundance of life flourishes around them, so much greenery and nature woven into every aspect of their structures. Wooden buildings everywhere, wells placed all throughout for fresh water, a dirt path that connects it all, a constant billowing breeze of fresh, salty air, and lots of trees to protect from the direct sunlight. A calm, simple aura present that offers a chance to relax for those not in such extreme circumstances as Jimin.
They turn the next corner and pass through more trees to reach a larger, more formidable building that houses several different members of the Jeon Pack, evident by the overwhelming amount of scents and voices pouring through the open windows.
Jimin startles on his feet with a stuttered gasp, turning to Taehyung in fright when shouting, angry voices boom from within the building. Most notably of all, Head Alpha Jeon clearly asserts his dissent about something serious with his deep, agitated tone. He leans closer to peer in through the window just in time to catch sight of the alpha slamming his fist down on the table so aggressively that it cracks under his force, eyes murderous and intense as he stares at the other men around him.
“Come.” Taehyung says, breaking Jimin out of his fierce focus to motion towards an area in the distance. “The ceremony will start soon. We need to head over now.”
Beautiful.
No other word could aptly describe what Jimin sees besides absolutely, undeniably beautiful.
Here—in a cleared cove by the sea—surrounded with lush palm trees, gentle sand beneath their feet, and glowing torches gleaming amidst the gradually setting sun, Jimin finds himself lost for words.
Everything wades in the breeze, members of the pack lining the space in every available place as they stare straight ahead to watch the monumental ceremony unfold. Gorgeous flowers line a trellis in the front of the space, vibrant pinks, purples, blues, and yellows overflowing to hang down near their heads. The soft crashing of the waves on the shore serve as background music for their little gathering, soothing and peaceful even while Jimin’s mind screams with nerves and anxiety.
“I know you have no reason to believe anything I say, but I hope you know that we truly care about your well-being and want you to be happy here. You don’t need to be afraid or worried. With some time, I think you’ll come to enjoy living in the Jeon Pack.” Taehyung says softly, the two of them standing off to the side while they wait for the event to begin.
“Doesn’t matter either way.” Jimin retorts honestly, turning to stare off into the sunset as he swallows the thicket of emotions in his throat.
The breath forcefully expels from Jimin’s lungs when Head Alpha Jeon swiftly approaches the cove, halting his determined stride only for a split second when he meets the omega’s trained gaze. He continues on to the front of the space, standing directly beneath the trellis archway full of flowers, presence overwhelmingly commanding and strong. Every single pack member in the crowd falls silent, watching their leader’s every move now that he arrived.
He commences with some sort of speech while those from the Choi Pack trail into the area, Jimin filled with dread when he sees their stern faces. Head Alpha Choi appears pained, wrapped hand held tightly to his chest. They share a brief moment of eye contact, every hatred wrought thought in the man’s head conveyed with the scowl on his face and the grit of his teeth.
“What do I do? What’s going to happen? Is there something I should say or… or—“
“You will do and say nothing at all.” Taehyung replies quickly, the fellow omega’s cherry blossom scent somewhat comforting after all these hours together. “This is more of a formality than anything else, a show. Neither this nor the feast truly mean anything besides a chance to celebrate with the pack. Head Alpha will present you to the pack and say a little speech, that’s all.”
“So, what does actually matter, then? If not this, then…” Jimin wonders aloud, daring to let himself question.
“What matters most is the mating, consummating the arrangement, receiving the bite on your neck. Everything else is just a display.”
Jimin attempts to block out all of the dreadful thoughts plaguing his mind when he remembers the full horrors the night will hold, refusing to dwell on the raging fear and sadness gripping his core. He needs to keep it together for as long as possible, fulfilling his duty to his pack to avoid whatever horrific fate they eagerly wish to give him should he somehow fail in this endeavor.
With a nudge to the shoulder and an encouraging depiction spread across his face, Taehyung urges Jimin forward through the trees to resume his entrance among the curious crowd. Everyone waits with bated breath, anticipation high while they experience the seldom occurrence of a mating ceremony. Not just any mating ceremony, one to an omega from an outside pack who knows next to nothing about any of their customs, cultures, language, and general way of life.
He takes one step, then another, heartbeat ringing like a warning in his ears while he attempts to stop himself from fainting out of fright.
Jimin’s body runs on its own, mind too overwhelmed to continue commanding it forward, limbs and muscles and ligaments all working together to put one foot in front of the other and trek down the sandy pathway where his betrothed awaits him. He only stares directly ahead with petrified eyes, hands trembling, and stomach aching with too many emotions to name. Head Alpha Jeon watches his every step, attention solely focused on Jimin as his dark, obsidian eyes scan over his shaking figure. He forces himself to think of nothing except his own will to live, unable to contemplate anything else lest he wishes to lose his mind.
Words. Sounds. Noises.
All of the utterances falling from Head Alpha Jeon’s lips melt into a conglomerate of murmurs, incomprehensible to Jimin’s inundated mind while he stares blankly at the ground.
He probably should conjure up a semblance of politeness and care, smiling at the crowd of his new pack members or standing tall with confidence he doesn’t possess, but he stands devoid of the ability to do much of anything except for tremble in fear of what life holds for him now.
Head Alpha Jeon stands with pride and assurance when he addresses his followers, shoulders squared and chest puffed out in a display of confidence. He speaks with his deep, powerful voice as he stares out to extend his words to the crowd. Though Jimin knows nothing of his true meaning, he observes how devoutly the pack members cherish his words and care about what he wants to say. The speech continues for several minutes, erupting into startling cheer when the alpha turns to face Jimin with a sturdy hand held in the air to motion towards him.
Hardly ten minutes pass before the ceremony ends and Jimin no longer has to stand awkwardly stiff in front of a foreign crowd with flowers hanging over his head, whisked off to the next location with a wordless command to follow Head Alpha Jeon as he hurries away.
The location of the feast only requires a minute or two walk from the cove, bounding with warm, flickering torches and a ruckus of instruments when they enter into the large, spacious clearing overflowing with delicious smelling food. It makes Jimin’s mouth water, stomach twisting with want after spending so long without any adequate sustenance. He hopes for a brief moment that since this ceremony technically celebrates him, he might be offered a tiny sliver of food just this one time.
Not a single word or greeting comes from the Head Alpha’s throat, instead using a pointed gaze and body movements to express to Jimin what he expects from him.
They move to two obviously reserved, special chairs placed directly in the middle of the space, Head Alpha Jeon taking his place first before he flits his eyes from Jimin to the seat beside him. Jimin obeys, of course, timid and nervous as he lowers himself into the wooden seat and stares down at the table in front of them.
The rest of the crowd follows immediately after to take their own seats at the woven chairs scattered all throughout the expansive area.
Endless amounts of delicious, rich foods packed full of flavor get delivered to everyone, piles and piles of meats and fresh fruits plated on the table in front of the newly ordained pair. Jimin remains frozen, not helping himself to anything, terrified of retribution should he do something wrong in front of everyone.
Instead, he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And waits some more, staring down at his fidgety fingers even as hunger surges through his body with a raging vengeance.
His head snaps up when Head Alpha Jeon grunts something at him, eyes sparkling with fear when he turns and meets his gaze. The alpha’s eyebrows furrow, head cocked to the side as he notices the clear lack of engagement from Jimin towards the feast. He grunts again, sandalwood scent adopting a spice to it. It takes all of two seconds for him to reach out and grab a helping of glimmering, juicy meat, plopping it down onto the empty plate in front of the omega.
This time, when Head Alpha Jeon grunts and nods towards the food, Jimin hopes he understands the intentions of his actions correctly because he musters up all of the courage in his body to extend his seizing fingers to grab a bite of the meat and bring it to his lips.
Gods, if it isn’t the best thing to ever grace the humble cavern of his mouth.
Explicitly given permission and not punished after his first mouthful, Jimin slowly works up the bravery to eat more and more. He enjoys himself so much that he hums to himself, embarrassingly breaking into a smile when he eats something that he particularly likes. It just tastes so good, never before allowed the privilege of eating fresh, luxurious foods like this. Everything within reaching distance occupies his full attention, mind focused on the delicious things instead of the various pack members who come to offer their well wishes or the trained stare of the Head Alpha watching him constantly.
Whatever comes next, he thinks it might be worth the suffering considering how he was able to eat the world’s most delectable foods until his belly bloated. Truly satiated for the first time in his entire life.
“Come here, omega.” Head Alpha Choi grunts at Jimin from beside his table, picking the opportune moment to strike since Head Alpha Jeon just got whisked away to speak to some elder members of his pack.
Jimin feels on the verge of regurgitation with every timid step he takes away from the crowded celebration space and over to the worst person he ever had the misfortune of knowing. His hesitance helps him none in this situation, only increasing the agitation brewing in Head Alpha Choi after such a tumultuous day. Once they tiptoe behind the trees and away from watchful eyes, the torture resumes.
“One last thing to do before this alliance is cemented and you will not ruin it for me, understood? You little fucking bitch, don’t know what kind of goddamn Pack Alpha would want to be mated to you. Guess it doesn’t matter that you’re a worthless bastard and good for nothing.”
Jimin remains dead silent save for the stuttered gasps of breaths forced from his lungs as he backs into a tree trying to distance himself.
“I don’t care what that alpha tries to do to you. He could shift into a wolf and obliterate your virgin hole so badly that you can’t walk ever again. As long as you complete the mating and serve this pack, you will do it.” Head Alpha Choi demands with a growl, words so despicable and vile that it makes Jimin’s stomach lurch into his throat. “Is that fucking clear, omega?”
“Y-Yes.” Jimin nods, barely able to see due to the moonlight hidden by the treetops.
“Don’t you ever ask for anything from us again. We’ve done our job carrying your burden and now it’s time for you to taint another pack.” He says with sheer vitriol and disgust, moving close enough that he could reach out and grab Jimin by the neck if he wanted. His putrid, rotten egg scent grows suffocating at the close proximity.
“Please, I—“
“Is there a reason why you’ve rushed off with the Head Alpha’s omega to hide away in the trees?” Taehyung asks, boisterous and accusatory when he treks past the thick brush of trees.
Jimin breathes out the biggest sigh of relief known to mankind, body sagging against the tree when the fellow omega’s presence graces his being. Everything in him cries out, snapping to life as Head Alpha Jeon follows seconds behind him. He never imagined he would be so happy to see a complete stranger, but things change in the blink of an eye. Surrounded by cherry blossoms and sandalwood, Jimin somehow feels the tiniest inkling of safety.
“I, uh… I was just wishing him goodbye since I won’t be seeing him again after tonight. Wanted to go somewhere quiet and private for my final conversation with my beloved pack member.” Head Apha Choi says quickly, backing far away from Jimin the moment he sees Head Alpha Jeon.
“You don’t have to leave so soon, there’s plenty of time for you guys to stay and—“
“Oh, no. No, we couldn’t impose. We’ll be out of your hair before the sun even rises.” Head Alpha Choi refuses, shaking his head.
Tragedy swiftly averted and Head Alpha Choi hurrying off immediately after being caught like an animal in a trap, Taehyung escorts Jimin to his new home where he will spend the rest of his days by his betrothed alpha’s side. Apparently most of the pack members live in wooden homes spread throughout the middle of the island, only the Head Alpha residing in a secluded area with a visible view of the ocean from his home. Jimin wrings his hands and works himself into a frenzy the entire expedition from the feast, the worst moment of this entire process soon to come to fruition.
He barely possesses time to process the home before Taehyung drags him off to the bedroom, everything rushed and frantic. It only adds to the unadulterated fear rising in his chest until he can’t breathe anymore. The bulging knot in his throat makes it impossible to focus on anything except how he wishes to run away and never return.
“After this, after I leave, Head Alpha Jeon will be completing the mating ritual and consummating this arrangement. You know what that means, right?” Taehyung questions, boring deep into his eyes while he grasps his forearm.
“Ritual? There’s a ritual?” Jimin cries, heart ricocheting against his rib cage. “W-What do I have to—“
“It’s simple and easy and he’ll show you everything you need to do. Just… Just listen to his commands and everything will be okay, I promise.”
“But I can’t even understand him! How can I listen to his commands? What if I don’t do it right or… or—“
“Jimin, it’s as natural as breathing. You’ll know what to do with the Luna and your alpha guiding you. Follow your instincts, your omega will show you everything you need to know.” Taehyung replies confidently, releasing calming pheromones in droves.
“If it’s a ritual, does that mean… I-Is someone going to watch?” Jimin asks, eyes snapping wide open when he remembers tales of how mating rituals happen in traditional packs.
“Actually… That is, indeed, the usual way.” Taehyung whispers, both of them startling when the front door creaks open. “Not this time, though. Earlier, when you heard that big argument where the Head Alpha was shouting, that was him refusing to allow anyone to gaze upon the two of you tonight when you mate. Said he would snap their necks and throw them into the sea if they even tried. So… you’re quite lucky.”
The two omegas jolt straight up and stare with wide eyes at the bedroom door as it swings open, Jimin so out of breath that he feels faint when Head Alpha Jeon steps into the room. A tidal wave of nerves wash over him, reality crashing down after spending weeks pushing the horrors of this night to the back of his mind.
No more burying it.
Tonight, he will be splayed bare, spread on a cock, stuffed full of a knot, and bitten until he wears a permanent mark on his neck.
Head Alpha Jeon utters something wholly incomprehensible to Jimin, yet he strains his ears to recognize even the teeniest amount of connected sounds and syllables in hopes that maybe he might magically understand his permanently ordained companion. Taehyung listens in turn and retorts a few words of his own, turning back to Jimin with condolence in his eyes.
“I will see you again soon. Just follow him outside and relax as much as you can, it’ll make it much more enjoyable for you.” Taehyung says, soft footsteps pattering away from the bedroom out into the hallway near Head Alpha Jeon.
“Outside?” Jimin blanches, body inundated with a plethora of conflicting emotions.
“Under the moonlight with the guidance of the Luna.” Taehyung nods before he slips out the front door to leave Jimin and his alpha alone.
Never in a million years did he anticipate he would find himself out in the night as his bare feet pad across the grainy sand, only the moonlight illuminating his path while he trails behind the man he was pawned off onto to create some sort of alliance. The waves crash and break against the shore, the gentle breeze tickles his hair over his ears, and the world feels empty around them like no one else exists in this moment but them.
Just Jimin and Head Alpha Jeon traipsing off to their final act of ultimate unionization.
He watches with rapt attention, eyes teetering with fear and exhaustion while nerves bubble like magma in his veins, as Head Alpha Jeon spreads a thick, bamboo mat across the rocky surface of the boulder they stepped onto. The rough, craterous surface flattens out perfectly in the middle to create a little divot ideal for such conditions as these. Once finished with the mat, he grabs a couple of plush, fur blankets to cover the whole thing and complete the makeshift bed. When he stands to his feet and returns to Jimin’s side, luscious sandalwood slams into the omega head on.
“H-Head Alpha Jeon—“
“Jungkook.”
“Huh?” Jimin breathes out harshly, body awkwardly stiff and frozen and borderline uncooperative due to being extremely overwhelmed.
“Jimin.” Head Alpha Jeon says with his deep, gruff voice, pointing at the shaking omega before turning his finger to himself. “Jungkook.”
“Jungkook.” Jimin whispers timidly, mind swelling with an overload of thoughts until it aches at his temples. The bright, gleaming moonlight shines so valiantly that he sees almost everything with clarity, the two of them alone on a boulder overlooking the sea with no one around for ages. It both terrifies and comforts him simultaneously. “I… I don’t… I’m s-scared.”
“Hmm.” Jungkook hums, voice deep enough to reach the mantle of the Earth. He steps closer, scent swirling around the omega with richness and warmth.
“Is it going to h-hurt?” Jimin asks, voice breaking when he verbalizes his greatest worry. A shaky breath pulls from his lungs, impossibly loud in the quiet of night. Jungkook, predictably, doesn’t answer.
“M… M-M… Mating.” Jungkook grunts, common tongue clumsy and awkward coming from his mouth. It sounds unpracticed, discordant. He motions to the mat and blankets on the ground, striated muscles flexing with every move his capable body produces. Another step closer. “Mating. O-Okay?”
Permission, Jimin realizes. The Head Alpha of the Jeon Pack, formidable and revered leader known for his brute strength and staunch ruling, stands here asking for permission before he takes the omega promised to him. He sounds almost… nervous. Shy and boyish in a way that Jimin never expected, hard exterior melted away to reveal a vulnerability that only exists for him.
“O-Okay.” Jimin nods, still debilitatingly nervous but also aware of his duty.
Confused, unsure, anxious, afraid—Jimin remains frozen like an icicle even after giving explicit permission for Jungkook to do what he wishes. His body shivers and trembles with anticipation, eyes glued to the alpha’s every move instead of staring off into the ocean or closing them to hide away from the true reality unfolding.
For an uncomfortably, unbearably long amount of time, absolutely nothing happens.
Then, as if breaking out of a trance after staring at each other for an eternity, Jungkook suddenly steps closer until they stand toe to toe and reaches out to undo the tie of the shawl spread across Jimin’s shoulders. His fingers hesitate at first, pausing while he bores into the omega’s eyes with a dark, intense gaze and searches for something. His stomach turns, heart pounds, and mind races, but Jimin nods to give him permission once again.
When large, callused hands glide down past his hips to hook into the waist of his thin trousers, Jimin squeaks embarrassingly loud in response. Jungkook pauses for a split second, looking up at the omega with a furrowed brow before he receives a nod to continue. Jimin all but chews a hole into his bottom lip when Jungkook lowers to his knees in the process of yanking his pants down to his ankles.
Head Alpha Jeon—his chosen alpha that will be with him for the rest of his life—sits face to face with Jimin’s bare cock on full display, stare so intense and focused that it brings a scorching heat to the omega’s cheeks.
He doesn’t touch, not yet, but his musky, rich sandalwood scent spikes until it overtakes every drop of air around them.
Somehow, some way, beyond all notions, the undeniable scent of sheer alpha and blatant arousal slivers into Jimin’s chest with tendrils of interest that wrap around his heart to produce a mimicked feeling in the depths of his own instincts. His omega sparks alight like never before, reaching to the call of his future alpha outpouring before him.
“Please.” Jimin whines, terrified as he lies naked on the blankets and watches Jungkook crawl over to him.
His brain assumes the worst, shoulders hunched forward in a protective stance while the alpha settles between his spread legs. He doesn’t even have time to clamp them together out of instinct, forced open by Jungkook’s wide body and insistent grip on his calves. It scares him, of course it does, but it also ignites a humiliating thrill in the pit of his stomach now that this moment will finally come to fruition. A moment every omega dreams about since the moment they present.
Jungkook’s gaze disappears to the puckered tightness between his legs, seemingly propelled forward by sheer want now that they passed the barrier to entry. Jimin offered him permission and lies stark naked right in front of his eyes, a temptation too difficult to resist judging by the way his hand flies out to touch the second he settles into place.
“Alpha.” Jimin cries out in shock, body tensing when a featherlight touch ghosts over his most private, intimate parts. A thumb, maybe. Soft and gentle, but slightly prodding.
Dry.
It dawns on him instantly, violently forcing him from his overwhelmed reverie to realize he’s bone dry and devoid of an inkling of slick.
A lesson born of devastating desperation in the throes of his heat. Something he experienced first hand due to his own eagerness and ignorance. Without adequate slick and arousal to prepare him for any sort of penetration, he’ll surely rip in half with an actual alpha cock shoving inside of him to chase ultimate pleasure. He wonders if Jungkook knows, contemplates how many omegas he bed before this, whether he cared enough to ensure their well-being above his satisfaction.
He doesn’t ruminate on those thought trains much longer than a minute or two, ripped out of his frantic headspace when rough fingers drift up, up, up to press scalding heat to his little balls.
“What—“ His words die out on his tongue when he looks down and notices the way the alpha stares at him like he can’t believe his eyes. An awestruck expression engulfs Jungkook’s face as he pauses to stare at the triangular scar raised on Jimin’s right hip, something heavy and indecipherable in his eyes.
The exploration doesn’t stop there, Jimin falling back onto his elbows with his head hanging between his shoulders when Jungkook continues his crawling touch to grip his omega cock in his tentative fingers. He seems to like the soft gasps and stuttered breaths pulling from Jimin’s throat, gently circling his thumb over the head and tightening his hold to testingly jerk his cock up and down. Everything becomes overwhelming immediately, Jimin’s mind devoid of thoughts or worries or fears when someone else—an alpha—touches him in ways he only ever touched himself.
Good.
Not just good, amazing.
Hardly a minute passes before the alpha finds his success, both he and Jimin producing similar reactions of shock when a thick, honeyslick glob of wetness gushes past the omega’s clenched, tight rim to soak Jungkook’s waiting fingers.
Caught in a whirlwind from that moment onward, chest heaving and belly burning with desire deep in his guts, Jimin narrowly manages to remain with his wits about him as he experiences the unadulterated pleasure of letting an alpha play his body like an instrument. He thrashes his head and whines something high pitched, eyes squeezed tight when the first fingers dip past his rim to dive into his wetness.
Nothing ever compares to this sensation, mind inundated just like always when his sweltering heat sucks in the welcome intrusion so easily.
Two, three, maybe even four—hard to keep track with such encompassing bliss licking at his veins and coiling tight in his belly. The engulfing cloud of sandalwood swelling around him only adds to the pleasantry he feels, lungs full of the charged air with every heaving inhale. He temporarily forgets all of the woes that led him here, aches and pains and tears disappearing for the time being, mind totally occupied by the way his body reacts so intensely to the alpha’s every touch. His very presence seems to be enough to have his omega crying out for more, eager and willing to let himself be taken apart at the seams regardless of how Jimin’s logical pretenses accumulate.
“Good.” Jimin whines, babbling to himself since Jungkook probably understands nothing. “F-Feels… Feels so good. Alpha’s fingers reach so far, better than anything I could ever do to myself. So, so good.”
Jungkook growls, replies to the mindless speech with words of his own that Jimin can’t decipher at all. Deep, luscious, and rough sounds that play in the omega’s ears like a sweet love song only for him. All of it together—the heat boiling inside of him as Jungkook stretches him on his fingers, the squelching sounds of his slick oozing out with each movement, and the surmounting richness of sandalwood coating his bare skin—becomes too much for him to handle, dangerously close to release when hardly anything even happened yet.
A petulant, defeated complaint tears past his lips when Jungkook pulls his fingers out in one swift motion, Jimin’s eyes flying open to see what brought about this disappointing halt in his most cherished pleasure.
The alpha stares down at his hand like it suddenly grew an extra finger, wholly captivated for a tortuously long time as his nostrils flare and his jaw clenches painfully tight. Then, without any warning whatsoever, he shoves his fingers into his mouth to obscenely lick each of them with primal, guttural growls emanating from his chest.
That…
That makes Jimin’s cheeks burn so fiercely they threaten to melt off of his face, mortified and delighted all the same.
When Jungkook grunts out a booming command, eyes glowing beneath the stunning moonlight illuminating their surroundings, it evokes an instinctual pull inside of the omega that he couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to. It reaches deep into his being to demand compliance, an alpha command.
Jimin’s body moves on its own accord, somehow knowing what to do regardless of the limitations of their existing language barrier. He rises up onto his knees in a split second, maneuvering on his shaky palms to turn himself over and get comfortable on the thick, slick soaked blankets piled beneath him.
With his cock primed, arousal drenched ass up in the air and his face lowered to the ground in a show of pure submission, Jimin presents for Jungkook.
His heartbeat screams in his ears when Jungkook sidles up behind him, touch heavy and scorching when his fingers dig into the flesh of his hips. A slight pause, a breeze flowing over them to erupt goosebumps across their skin, nerves exploding beneath the surface at such a momentous occasion in time.
Everything inside of Jimin ceases to exist when Jungkook lines his cock up with his clenched, winking rim, floating through time and space with the first drag of his alpha’s length spearing him open to slowly plunge into his wet, hot body.
“Alpha, alpha, J-Jungkook.” Jimin cries through a whimper, squeezing around him so aggressively that it aches.
Jungkook chokes out something of his own, forceful and throaty while he continues gradually feeding his cock into the omega’s waiting hole.
“Big, s’big. C-Can’t breathe, feel you in my belly. Alpha’s so…” Jimin loses the ability to speak, panting and breathless with his cheek pressed into the ground. Jungkook offers him a single, solitary minute to adjust to the stretch and burn of being split open on such a massive cock before he pulls out and truly begins fucking him.
For all intents and purposes, Jungkook leaves no chance for anyone to question the legitimacy of their arrangement by ensuring that he reaches every inch of Jimin’s insides to mark him as his own.
He thrusts in impossibly deep, hands rough on Jimin’s hips to pull him back onto his cock in time with his strokes. Again and again and again, spearing Jimin’s slushy slick hole with his throbbing cock until he barely possesses the wherewithal to breathe. Fast and deep, plunging into him like a cageless beast who can’t be contained once unleashed. Thrust after thrust, the smack of skin on skin, debaucherous squicks of slick squirt out to cover both of them in the mating frenzy.
It aches something ungodly, stretched open so wide and deep that it feels like Jungkook’s cock knocks into his throat. Jimin can’t do anything except lie there and take it, whimpering and moaning loud enough that every deity in the sky must hear him. He feels helpless, like a warm, wet hole for his alpha to fuck into and chase his release without little care for him. Not as bad as expected, not by any means, body opening up to be filled over and over with the pain slowly lessening each thrust.
“Please, I… I don’t… H-How—“ Jimin sputters wildly, grasping at the sheets when he shakes out of his listless daze and realizes he laid here so long that the alpha’s knot started to form.
The verges of his own pleasure lick at his walls, stomach coiling tighter and tighter until it hardly needs anything more before it snaps. Jungkook fully mounts him, body heavy and thick over him while he slams his cock into Jimin with reckless abandon. Primal, animalistic growls rip from the alpha’s throat, simultaneously lascivious and depraved at the same time.
Liking this feels wrong, but he can’t help how much he enjoys being touched and cared for and wanted after spending his entire life thrown away like some tainted piece of trash.
This alpha—his alpha—desires him so fiercely that he barely lasts any time at all once he fucks him full, snarling and growling with uncontrollable want, reduced to a feral mess all because of Jimin’s existence. It makes him feel powerful and useful, stroking a sector of his being that he never knew existed.
“Alpha.” Jimin whines, craning his neck and shivering violently when Jungkook presses their bodies together to scrape his teeth against his neck. His vision explodes with light, stars dancing across his eyelids as blinding pleasure courses through his veins. “Please, please, you have to. Have to give me your bite, have to mate me so I can get away from them. Please, alpha. Need it so badly, don’t want to go back there ever again. J-Jungkook—“
Coming around his alpha’s massive cock and knot while teeth pierce through his skin to solidify a mating bite has to be one of the most insane forms of pleasure that anyone in the world has ever felt.
Jimin slumps against the blankets with a soft thud, body going boneless around a silent scream as he shoots ropes of thick, viscous cum all over himself and the furs beneath him. His body convulses and seizes, muscles tensing painfully while Jungkook’s knot splits him open until tears pour from his eyes. Painful and satiating and aching simultaneously, mind fighting to comprehend all of the sensations coursing through him. With the mating bite on his neck tying them together forever and forming an unshakable bond, everything goes quiet for a moment.
Pitch, stark darkness.
A soft, fluffy fabric drags over his soiled body as Jimin comes to, blinking his eyes open to take in his surroundings. He finds himself curled on his side, globules of cum and slick gushing out of his sore, battered rim in waves, neck burning and aching.
Exhaustion tugs at his eyes, body spent after such a draining couple of weeks and even more draining day. Something about the physical ache in his body satisfies his omega, fills him with foreign delight in the depths of his core knowing that the pain exists as a reminder of finally having someone to acknowledge him and want to claim him as their own.
As his eyes drift closed again, a chilling ache swirls through him at the pointed emptiness in his heart and the coldness surrounding him.