Chapter Text
As promised, Jin, Taehyung, and Hoseok are moved to Seoul shortly after, setting up in a condo downtown. This marks the beginning of another big shift in Jungkook's life.
At first, his brothers seem to be doing fairly basic tasks for the organization, like any of the large number of other associates Yoongi and Namjoon employ. Among other things, this involves managing a casino in the Gwangjin-gu neighborhood, so Jungkook gets to see them every week as part of Namjoon and Yoongi's regular inspections.
Jungkook is thrilled to have his brothers close of course, but it's…a little awkward seeing his new life through their eyes, especially knowing, after his discussion with Hoseok, that they don't approve.
On the first walkthrough, Hoseok keeps stopping to wait for Jungkook and Jimin to catch up, seemingly offended to keep finding them following respectfully two steps behind their alphas. When they retire to a meeting room afterwards, Jungkook's brothers' eyes nearly pop out of their heads when the omegas take up their accustomed places kneeling submissively at their alphas' feet. Later, when Namjoon drains his tea and snaps his fingers at Jungkook for a refill, Taehyung even lets out a growl before it is quickly stifled.
All these things are perfectly normal and natural to Jungkook now, so their reactions make him feel strange, as though the broken thing he's come to accept in himself really is shameful after all. He sticks close to Namjoon whenever they are all together so his scent will help him avoid thinking too much about it, and to ward off any further attempts at rescue.
Gradually, as they see more of him with his pack, Jungkook's brothers seem to realize that right or wrong, he really doesn't want to escape. Though occasionally, Jungkook will still notice them watching him and Namjoon with narrowed eyes, they don't try to intervene again, and, at least outwardly, accept his choice.
The awkwardness wears off slowly and Jungkook starts to feel better, even more so as he observes a sort of grudging friendship start to grow up between his hyungs.
All this coincides a period of strange activity within the organization. Namjoon and Yoongi are working more than ever, conducting regular inspections and office work in the day, but then heading out again most evenings for meetings. Strangely, they never bring the omegas with them on these evening excursions, so Jungkook doesn't know what they're about (and never asks, of course). But from the scents on Namjoon when he comes to his bed late at night, he can tell that they're meeting some of the younger wolves from the organization, and after a while, that Jungkook's brothers have joined the group.
There are other shifts. The younger wolves from the evening meetings start to appear around the house, at least two of them present at all times, always with guns at their waists. Yoongi and Namjoon are tense and tired in the days, and send the omegas away more and more often while they have private meetings. It's a big change from when their pack was almost constantly together, and Jungkook’s omega is deeply unsettled.
He can tell that Jimin feels it too, though the older omega appears outwardly unbothered. Normally, he and Jimin would relish any free moment alone together, but now they find that their video games, music, and even sex hold little interest. Instead, they spend increasing time just huddled together in Jimin's nest, waiting anxiously for their alphas and jumping at every strange noise and scent in the house.
One evening, when the alphas are away once again, Jimin makes them fill backpacks with sensible clothes, some of their higher density snacks, and all of their accumulated money and jewelry. They hide them behind pillows deep in their nests that they know none of the staff would dare touch.
"Something's happening, Kookie," Jimin tells him seriously, "and if it goes wrong, things could be very bad for us. We need to be ready to run."
Afterwards, they curl together in Jimin’s nest, each trying to be calm and confident to soothe the other, but both failing miserably. It's a long night, and both are exhausted but unable to settle. At last, Jungkook falls into something resembling a fitful doze, drifting between awake and dreaming.
The door creaks open, and Jimin shifts in his arms.
“You're late,” he says accusingly, voice thick with sleep, when Yoongi sticks his head in.
Yoongi chuckles and crosses over to crouch by the bed.
“You're supposed to be sleeping, Baby,” he says, stroking an affectionate hand through Jimin's hair.
Jimin raises his head to nose at Yoongi's wrist before suddenly giving it a sharp little nip.
“Ah!” exclaims Yoongi, snatching his hand back crossly, “What the fuck, Minnie?”
“Why say that when you know I can't sleep when you're not home, Alpha?” Jimin says fiercely, “How the fuck am I supposed to rest when you and Joonie are out there doing alpha bullshit that might get you both killed? And when I don't know if someone will be bursting in here any minute to tie up loose ends with me and Kookie?”
Jungkook goes stiff with adrenaline. Jimin's gone too far, he'll be punished for real for this, he's sure. But the other omega doesn't quail under the alpha's stern gaze, instead raising his chin defiantly.
There's a pause and Yoongi's expression just…melts.
“Jimin-ah…” he says, voice full of emotion.
He climbs on top of Jimin to rub his scent into the omega's neck and smooth the glands of his wrists over every inch of him, whispering words too low for Jungkook to hear. Jimin lets out a soft sound and pulls Yoongi in tighter in a way that must hurt, but the alpha doesn't seem to mind.
Yoongi’s scent is everywhere, full of affection and fierce protectiveness, like comfort personified. Jungkook desperately wants it on him too, but he holds himself back valiantly, knowing that Jimin needs this, and that Yoongi belongs to him first and foremost in their little pack. At last, he can't help but shuffle closer to the other omega, letting out the tiniest little whine. He's not intending to ruin their moment, he's not, but Jimin notices anyway.
“The baby brat wants attention,” comes his muffled voice.
Yoongi lifts his head. “You're awake too, Pup?” he says, “Come on then.”
He shifts to squeeze between them, lying back against the headboard, and pulls the omegas in close to tuck their faces against his neck, right by his scent glands. Jimin grumbles, but Jungkook goes easily and melts against the alpha's chest at the first inhale. Yoongi's scent isn't a potent drug for Jungkook the way Namjoon's is, but it is still well-loved by his omega. A ball of tension that he hadn't realized was wound tight in his gut starts to relax, and warmth moves through his limbs.
“You know Joon and I would never let anyone hurt you two, right?” says Yoongi after a minute, “Never. We'd kill anyone who tried. Anyone who fucking thought of it. Things are…in flux now and it's safer to keep you both apart from it, but we'll all be better off in the end, I promise.”
Jimin says something in response that makes Yoongi shake with laughter, but Jungkook doesn't catch it, already feeling himself overtaken by the heaviness of sleep. Yoongi's fingers trail soothingly up and down his back, and Jungkook lets out a deep sigh of contentment.
“Rest now, ” Yoongi says in a low voice. Jungkook feels the words rumble in his chest. “I've got you.”
Jungkook doesn't know how much time passes, but his eyes flutter open again to soft voices and the scent his omega has been craving heavy in the air, tinged with prickly jealousy.
“You can't sleep here, Hyung,” Namjoon is saying, “Mrs. Lee will be up in a few hours, and you know we can't risk a fight with Abeoji yet, not over this.”
“They know something's up, Joon-ah,” answers Yoongi softly, “They weren't even sleeping when we got home, just hiding up here worrying.”
Namjoon hums, coming closer to look down at them. “I know, I can feel how unsettled they are. It…fuck, it makes my alpha crazy. But it's not much longer now, we need to stay focused. We'll just have to make sure they take naps tomorrow.”
Yoongi snorts, “You think these little demons are ever napping when they say they are?”
“We'll put them down ourselves this time,” says Namjoon, a smile in his voice, his scent warming with affection, “Make sure they get the rest they need.”
Jimin shifts sleepily. “Joon-hyung?”
It's almost comical how fast the alpha falls to his knees next to him.
“Just rest, Gorgeous,” he croons, “Alpha’s here.”
He leans close and they rub their faces together in a scenting. It's unbearably sweet, and that…that's good, that's great for Jimin. Jungkook is happy for him, he is, but Namjoon is his alpha first, and now that he's finally here, Jungkook's omega needs him in a way that is almost painful.
“Alpha?” he says, and he tries, but he can't keep the whine out of his voice.
Namjoon tenses, his scent spiking. “Baby?”
“You're getting them all riled up again,” says Yoongi irritably, “Just lie down, will you? It's the only way any of us will get to sleep tonight. I've got my alarm set, we'll be gone before anyone notices, don't worry.”
Namjoon hesitates. Jungkook doesn't know what the chirping sound is that wells up in his chest, but it seems to have an electric effect on the alpha. Namjoon practically vaults over the other two to curl himself around Jungkook, scenting him furiously.
“You're both fucking ridiculous, I hope you know that,” grumbles Jimin, but there's no bite to it.
They all settle in then, the four of them huddled close together in the nest. The bed’s too small, and Namjoon snores, and it can't be more than a couple of hours before the alphas slip away, but it's still the best sleep Jungkook has had in a long, long time.
~~
It all comes to a head a week later when Jungkook is shaken awake by Hoseok in the middle of the night.
"Shh, it's ok Kookie, you're safe," he whispers, "But Hyung needs you to get up quickly and without making a sound."
Jungkook narrows his eyes at him and Hoseok lets out a deprecating laugh.
“I'm here on behalf of your alphas, ok? This is all on their orders, I promise. We're bringing Jimin too. Now move.”
Jungkook scrambles to obey, pulling on the dark sweatshirt, jeans, and running shoes he's been keeping under his pillow at Jimin's insistence and shouldering his backpack. His heart pounds in his ears.
Hoseok raises his eyebrows in surprise to see him so prepared, but doesn't comment, and they creep through to Jimin's room to repeat the process.
Jimin wakes instantly when the door opens, as though he hadn't been fully asleep, and jumps up to get ready before they even have a chance to say anything, looking pale and determined in the moonlight.
As soon as he's done, Jungkook throws himself into the other omega's arms and buries his face in his neck. Jimin wraps him in a crushing hug.
"It's ok," Jimin whispers fiercely, "We're going to be ok. We can handle this."
The three of them creep down the service stairway and out a side door. Before it closes behind him, Jungkook can smell cigars, soju, and the scents maybe a dozen wolves in the air, Alpha Kim's standing out among them.
Donghyun is waiting impatiently in the car, and they drive far out of the city, finally stopping at a nondescript hotel by the airport just as the sun starts to rise.
They spend two days in the cramped hotel room, waiting for…something. Jungkook is nearly overwhelmed by anxiety, and keeps trying to convince Jimin to nest with him under the bed until the other omega swats him. Hoseok remains tight-lipped about what's going on, but stays unfailingly cheerful, trying to distract the omegas by inviting them to play cards or learn girl group choreo with him. Jimin joins in cheerfully, seemingly unaffected on the surface, but he sticks close to Jungkook and keeps a tight grip on his hand whenever possible.
Donghyun meanwhile is glued to his phone, his gun cradled in his lap. From what Jungkook can tell, he spends all his time texting and refreshing the webpage on flights to Japan, as though they may need to run further at any instant.
At last, late on the second day, the betas get a message that makes them smile, and they bundle everyone back into the car to return home.
Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and Taehyung meet them at the door. Distantly, Jungkook registers that the foyer smells strongly of bleach and that there's a lingering stench of aggression in the air, but it's an easy thing to turn a blind eye to with all his hyungs before him again at last. They look exhausted and bruised, and Namjoon sports a deep gash above his left eye, but they are happy and blissfully safe.
Jungkook is practically vibrating with joy, and without thinking of it, bypasses his brothers to barrel into Namjoon's chest. Namjoon takes a sharp inhale and wraps him in his arms right away, burying his face in Jungkook's hair. Distantly, Jungkook hears Yoongi stumble back into a potted plant beside them as Jimin tackles him too.
Namjoon scents him everywhere, whispering words too low for Jungkook to hear over the purr rumbling in his own chest.
At some point, Yoongi and Jimin join their circle, and the four of them are a mess, trying to touch and scent each other everywhere at once.
Jungkook is nearly overwhelmed, ready to float away on pheromones, but finally, Namjoon murmurs, "Go greet your Hyungs, Sweetheart. I'll be here."
Despite his words, it still takes the alpha another minute or so to finally pry his arms off of Jungkook’s waist to let him go.
Jungkook toddles over to hug Taehyung and Jin on unsteady legs, his face pink. They wrinkle their noses, laughing.
"You finally remembered we're here then, you ingrate?" Jin demands with mock offense.
But when he pulls Jungkook into his arms he whispers. "I hope we did the right thing supporting your alphas Jungkook-ah. I think we did, I think you're happy, right?"
Jungkook can only smile and nod shyly.
When they've calmed down somewhat, Jungkook learns of another welcome development that occurred during his absence. Mrs. Lee is gone, “decided to return to work for my father” in Namjoon's words.
To Jungkook's great joy, Namjoon has arranged for the beloved Jeon housekeeper, Mrs. Choi, to arrive in a few days to fill in.
"It's just for now," he warns Jungkook sternly, "until I can hire a suitable replacement. She doesn't want to leave Incheon, and I don't want a connection to your father's home. I'll be building a household for myself."
Jungkook looks down and bites his lip, feeling along the bond for how best to answer.
"I understand, Alpha," he says softly. Then, looking up with big eyes, "Only - I always imagined Mrs. Choi being the one to help me…you know, if I ever have pups one day."
Namjoon's pupils blow wide.
(Namjoon never mentions hiring a new housekeeper again. A few days later, Mrs. Choi arrives with all her possessions in a new and entirely impractical candy-pink sports car. She settles herself permanently in Mrs. Lee's old rooms).
Jungkook's brothers stay for dinner, and they pass a happy evening eating and laughing together, just the seven of them. The air feels carefree in a way it hasn't felt in a long, long time.
Jungkook is so happy that he barely touches his food. Halfway through the meal, Namjoon's control seems to break, and he drags the omega into his lap to make him eat, cutting Jungkook’s food for him and mouthing down his neck when he thinks no one is looking.
The alpha's scent is intoxicating tonight. It's delicious like always, but there's an extra spice of dominance and lingering aggression that makes Jungkook's head spin and his own scent sweeten in response. He basks in Namjoon's attention, slipping a little bit into that syrupy, submissive state, everyone else at the table fading away.
By the time the dishes are cleared away, Jungkook is feeling warm and loose, eager for his brothers to leave so he and his alpha can work out some of the tension of the last few weeks on each other's bodies.
Suddenly, an alarm goes off on Namjoon's phone. He blows out a deep sigh and rises, setting Jungkook's feet lightly on the floor before looking round at the rest of the table.
“It’s time to get going,” he says briskly, “Where's Yoongi?”
Jungkook's mouth falls open. Get going? He looks around and notices for the first time that Yoongi and Jimin are conspicuously absent from the table.
“He left twenty minutes ago,” answers Jin drily, “I can't believe you didn't notice, he was carrying Jimin over his shoulder. No offense, but you aren't the best hosts.”
Namjoon's face darkens and his scent sours with jealousy.
“Taehyung-ah, go find him,” he says irritably, “We agreed that it was important to do the rounds of our clubs and restaurants tonight to show a united front to the operators.”
Taehyung gets up to do as he's told, but just at that moment, Yoongi returns, looking smug and satisfied.
“I'm here, I'm here,” he drawls, “Let's go.”
He reeks of sex, slick, and Jimin. It makes Jungkook's stomach tighten with envious arousal.
Namjoon seems to feel the same. He glares at his brother. “Fine,” he says shortly.
Turning to Jungkook, he says more gently, “We might not be back until morning, Sweetheart. We've put on triple security though, so you and Jiminie are safe, ok?”
Jungkook clings to his arm as he strides towards the front door.
“Can't I come with you?” he asks.
Namjoon sighs again, “It's not safe. I need to get things stabilized first.”
“But I just got back!” Jungkook whines, barely restraining himself from stamping his foot in frustration as the hyungs pull on their shoes.
Namjoon sighs and smoothes his hands up and down Jungkook's sides.
“I know, Baby,” he says, “and believe me, I want to stay with you, you have no idea how much. But I've got a responsibility. You just go get lots of sleep and I'll come find you when I get home, ok?”
~~
When they leave, Jungkook drags himself upstairs and peeks into Jimin's room, but finds him deeply asleep. He closes the door regretfully and gets ready for bed.
He tries to sleep like Namjoon told him to, but he finds he can't settle. He's feeling needy and pent up, the tension of the last few days burning for release. Namjoon's scent on him, which is usually such a source of comfort, only makes it worse, as it calls to mind all the things they should be doing right now to blow off steam.
He tosses and turns, getting increasingly restless, until at last he gives up and creeps into Jimin's bedroom, unable to stand being alone a moment longer.
He slips into bed beside the sleeping omega and curls himself around his warm back. This is better, this is so much better. Jimin is sweet and relaxed, so beautiful in the darkness that Jungkook can't help but press a soft kiss to his cheek. Jimin lets out a little sigh of contentment and bares his neck, still fast asleep. Jungkook bends in eagerly to take in his scent.
He smells so good. It's like it unlocks something in Jungkook's chest, letting a warmth spread through him all the way to his toes. But it doesn't make him feel more relaxed. The other omega's been heavily marked by Yoongi, and Jungkook can smell the heady scent of slick, cum, and satisfaction on him. He whimpers and shifts closer, his arousal burning under his skin.
Almost by accident, Jungkook rocks his hips forward, brushing his little cock up against Jimin's plump backside.
Jungkook’s face scrunches up at the sensation. The friction feels delicious, making liquid heat pool in his belly. With how busy and stressed they've all been lately, no one has touched him in days. Jungkook's omega has become accustomed to almost constant attention, and now that it has awakened, its demands are almost impossible to ignore.
He rolls his hips forward again, stifling a moan as another shot of honey pleasure courses through him. He begins rutting softly against Jimin's perfect ass. Just a little, just a tiny bit, just to take the edge off. He won't wake him up, he won't, he'll just…he'll just -
Jimin shifts sleepily.
"Jungkookie, do you have any idea what time it is?"
Jungkook can't help the needy whine that slips out. "S-sorry Hyung. I couldn't sleep, I just -"
Jimin reaches back, eyes still shut, and slides his hand down Jungkook's sleep shorts to run his fingers through the wetness he finds there.
Jungkook lets out a choked sound, dropping his head to rest against Jimin's nape.
“Hyung!” he pants.
Jimin's eyes are still closed, like he's sleeping as he runs his fingers languidly between Jungkook's folds and up to spread the wetness over his little dick. It's a light touch, exquisite, but almost maddening when Jungkook is wound up like this, serving only to make the fire in his belly burn hotter.
Jungkook's hips begin to stutter against Jimin's palm. He's desperate for more. He feels so unsettled, he needs something to ground him, something to get him out of his head and stop him from thinking. He needs it so badly that he feels like he may fall apart.
Finally, Jimin rolls over to face him, pulling his hand back slightly from Jungkook's now desperate rubbing. Jungkook whines loudly, too keyed up to try to maintain his dignity.
Jimin looks at him carefully for a moment, and then his face splits into a wicked grin.
He reaches forward abruptly and shoves two fingers deep into Jungkook's cunt, immediately beginning to pump in and out of him roughly.
Jungkook lets out a little cry at the sudden intrusion, but Jimin doesn't let up, just sits up on an elbow to look down at him disdainfully.
"Are you seriously such a slut that you can't wait even a few hours to be fucked Jungkook-ah?" he says teasingly, “You had to come in here to wake me up in the middle of the night humping me like a dog? That's pathetic, even for you."
Jungkook gasps, feeling waves of hot shame and arousal coursing through him. He and Jimin don't play like this often. Usually, they opt for gentle and sweet, soft touches that build slowly to an intense release. But Jimin can always tell when the broken thing inside Jungkook needs…whatever this is. And when he decides to give it to him, there's no one better.
Jungkook bites back a whine, trying to think of how to apologize. Jimin's right, this is pathetic behavior. Despite himself though, he can't stop the little motions of his hips as he tries to fuck himself harder against his hyung's fingers.
"I'm sorry Hyung, I, I -"
All at once, Jimin adds another finger, stretching him painfully. It feels so good, Jungkook cries out, but Jimin pinches his side hard, silencing him.
"Keep quiet. Don't you think the staff deserve one night of peace from hearing you whine like a bitch?"
Jungkook shudders against him, so turned on. He's rutting shamelessly against his hand now. "Please Hyung, please!" he gasps, "I need it. I need it! Will…will you fuck me?"
Jimin lets out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes as he pretends to deliberate. Jungkook can feel Jimin hard against his hip, but he still finds himself poised, immersed in their play and desperate for his answer. Omega cocks are much smaller than those of alphas. Too small to be of any use really, normally they don't even bother with them. But Jimin knows how to be twice as mean to make up for his lack in size, and tonight he's all Jungkook wants in the world.
"Hmm, I don't know Kookie,” he says, sounding bored, “What's in it for me? You're such a sloppy, loose little slut these days, it won't feel like much."
Jungkook whimpers. He's so close now he can taste it, just from this. He's almost delirious. "I'll be so good for you,” he pants, “I'll do anything Hyung, please."
That seems to do it for Jimin, finally letting his composure slip to let out a little groan. "Up then, Baby,” he says breathlessly, “You're riding me. Maybe I can go back to sleep if you bore me."
Jungkook scrambles up eagerly, pulling off his soaked shorts and climbing up to straddle the other omega. Jimin holds his dick steady as Jungkook sinks down on it, nearly crying with relief.
Jimin slaps his ass. "Get going. You've interrupted my sleep enough as it is."
Jungkook begins to move. He has to keep it shallow, mostly just rocking back and forth to avoid Jimin's cock popping out of him, but he's so wound up that it still seems to hit all the right spots inside him tonight.
"Ah, Hyung!" Jungkook moans loudly.
Jimin slaps him again. "I thought I told you to keep quiet," he grunts out, throwing his head back into the pillow in satisfaction and gripping onto Jungkook's hips.
Jungkook whimpers. He finds himself so close already he can hardly breathe, but he knows he can't finish yet, not until Jimin does. He needs to make him feel good.
Jimin's fingers come up to twist at his sensitive nipples, and it's like a live wire right to Jungkook's cock.
"Hyung! Hyung!” he cries, delirious, “Please. Need to come."
Jimin wraps a hand around Jungkook's dick, starting to pump maddeningly slow. His voice is wrecked, "Not yet. Not until I tell you to. You said you'd be good for me. Faster, Kookie."
Jungkook tries his best but soon his thighs are burning. His pace becomes erratic, his whole body throbbing with his need for release, but he hangs on.
Jimin seems to take pity on him, or else grows impatient. He plants his heels on the bed, fucking up as hard as he can into Jungkook's heat while maintaining a slow pace with his hand on Jungkook's dick.
Jungkook collapses onto his chest, overcome. He reaches a hand behind him to slip two fingers into Jimin's cunt and starts rubbing his thumb against the firm button above.
Jimin stiffens beneath him, whimpering sweetly.
"F-fuck Kookie, baby, you feel so good," he gasps, their game forgotten as begins to lose himself in pleasure.
“You too, Hyung,” Jungkook moans, “You- ah! - make me crazy.”
Jimin groans, tightening around Jungkook's fingers. "Fuck Kookie, keep going, just like that! You're so pretty, so perfect. You're my fucking dream."
Jungkook finds his lips and they kiss messily as they rut against each other. "I love you, Hyung!" he whispers deliriously into his mouth, “I love you, I love you!”
Jimin throws his head back with a groan, stiffening under him. He grabs Jungkook's face and presses their foreheads together, staring deep into his eyes.
"I love you too Jungkook-ah. You're mine," he gasps, "No matter what happens, it's you and me, right?”
Jungkook nods desperately, working his hips even harder over Jimin's dick and pumping with his fingers. He can feel the walls of Jimin's cunt fluttering around him, knows they're standing on a knife edge together. He can barely hold back.
"I'm yours Hyung, yours. Forever. And you're mine!"
Jimin tangles his fingers in Jungkook's hair and pulls his head to the side. He looks up at him questioningly.
It's like electricity through him, everything Jungkook ever dreamed of, lit up before him all at once. He can't even begin to care about the consequences.
Jungkook groans, "Do it, Hyung!" and Jimin sinks his teeth deep into the scent gland on the side opposite from Namjoon's bond.
Jungkook cries out, a wave of euphoria washing over him. Jimin leans back, licking the blood off his teeth, and bares his own neck deliberately. Jungkook surges forward and bites down on the same spot on Jimin's neck.
He's not sure whether it's even possible for two omegas to initiate a bond, but it feels momentous nonetheless. They rock together a few times more, and then his orgasm hits him like a truck. He feels himself coming and coming all over Jimin's perfect stomach (which would be an image for the ages), even as he feels the wet glide of Jimin's release inside him.
They still slowly, kissing and kissing, whispering praises and endearments into each other's mouths, until they finally settle, feeling sweaty, sticky and sated.
"You're taking both alphas if they come home looking for us later," comes Jimin's sleepy voice after a while. "It's the least you can do after waking me up like this you little asshole. And you'll do it quietly so I can get my beauty rest."
Jungkook chuckles, nuzzling into Jimin's neck to lick away some of the blood he finds there. "Sure, Hyung," he whispers. He smells incredible, even better than before.
They lie in silence for a while, getting their breath back as Jimin strokes gently over his bite on Jungkook's neck.
Finally, Jungkook whispers, “What do you think the alphas will say?”
Jimin snorts. “They'll be pissed probably. But I don't care, Kookie, do you? I think having to run away made me realize that I want to hold on to the things that matter to me. They have their rules and whatever bullshit it is that makes them so emotionally stunted, but that doesn't mean we have to be the same.”
He squeezes Jungkook close and takes a shuddering breath. “I really do love you Jungkook-ah. So much. I'm so glad you came to me here."
Jungkook blinks away tears. "I love you too, Hyung," he answers, "I think…maybe this is where I always belonged."
~
Namjoon and Yoongi end up having so much work to do for damage control with the clubs the gang is involved with that they opt to spend the night in a hotel downtown. By the time they arrive home, rumpled and tired, it's already the evening. Jimin and Jungkook have spent the day blissfully, curled up in bed together, ordering in takeout that they would never ordinarily be permitted and reveling in the beautiful new development in their relationship.
When they hear the alphas in the front hall, nerves tighten in Jungkook's belly. Jimin stands from the bed and pulls Jungkook to his feet, looking fierce and determined.
“Time to face the music Kookie,” he says, “They're probably gonna go crazy, but it's nothing we can't handle. And it's all worth it, right?”
Jungkook smiles and takes his hand, squeezing it firmly as they head downstairs together. Having this would be worth anything.
Jimin is half right. Namjoon and Yoongi do go crazy when they see the bites on the omegas’ necks, but it's not quite in the way they expected (or in the way the broken thing inside Jungkook was secretly hoping).
Both alphas freeze. Their eyes widen to take in the fresh marks, and flit back and forth between the omegas. Then, all at once, their scents spike in a hundred directions: arousal, jealousy, anger, grief, joy, possession, confusion, aggression, affection, fear, and dozens of other un-namable emotions jumbled together. They stand dumb-founded for a long moment.
Jungkook shrinks back behind Jimin nervously, but the other omega just looks them over with a complete lack of concern, standing with his arms crossed and one delicate eyebrow raised.
Finally, Yoongi steps forward, raising his hand to Jimin's neck, but stops just short of touching, like he isn't sure if he's allowed.
“What…” he begins, “Did you two just…?”
“We're not allowed to complete the bond with you two,” says Jimin sweetly, “But there's never been any rules about us bonding with each other. And see? They don't even touch your marks. You don't mind, do you, Alpha?”
There's a long silence as the alphas stare at them, speechless. Jungkook knows his scent is spiking with worry and guilt as he looks back at them. He feels a strong urge to comfort and placate his alpha, but something in the mess of emotions in the bond tells him that the best course is to appear aloof until the dust settles, so he holds himself back with difficulty.
At last, Namjoon says in a strained voice.
“We'll discuss this later. Some of the city councilors are coming for dinner tonight and I don't have time to even begin to deal with you two right now. Get upstairs, both of you, and put on something with a high collar. I expect you back in the drawing room in five minutes.”
The omegas hurry to obey, Jimin poorly stifling laughter as they trot up the stairs.
It's a long evening. The councilors eat slowly and stay late, drinking more soju than even the most irredeemable gangsters in their organization. Jungkook and Jimin have no role but to be quiet and look pretty in this type of company, so Jungkook is particularly aware of the alphas’ behavior towards them.
Namjoon and Yoongi are seasoned professionals at wooing political allies, so they keep up outward appearances, discussing ongoing construction projects, ‘mutual benefits’, and filling glasses as soon as they get low. But underneath it all is electricity.
Namjoon's eyes snap to Jungkook any time he makes the smallest movement in his seat, boring into his turtleneck like he could burn away the marks underneath. Whenever he's not actively engaged in conversation or staring at Jungkook, Namjoon seems to alternate between glaring at Jimin and growling quietly at Yoongi, who puffs up aggressively any time Namjoon looks at the other omega. Yoongi in turn watches Jungkook with narrowed eyes while Namjoon tenses beside him. Their scents are a mess, and mixed with those of the other guests, begin to give Jungkook a headache. He keeps his eyes down as much as possible, and pushes the food around on his plate, willing the time to pass faster. By the end of the evening Jungkook feels as taught as a bow string.
As soon as the last of the councilors stumble out the door, Namjoon is behind Jungkook, his hands firm on his hips.
“Upstairs,” he rumbles, “Now.”
Jungkook jumps to obey, just making eye contact with Jimin, who is already at the top of the stairs, just before he is dragged into his bedroom by Yoongi. Jimin winks at him.
Namjoon crowds Jungkook on the stairs, a breath behind him, and the second they are in his room, tears off his clothes and throws him bodily onto the bed. Before Jungkook has even stopped bouncing, the alpha is on him.
That night, Namjoon is nearly feral in his love making, but unsettled, as though he can't quite find satisfaction.
He mounts Jungkook from behind, pounding into him roughly right from the start and sinking his teeth into his bonding bite again and again until blood runs freely down the omega's neck. When this doesn't seem to calm him, he growls and manhandles Jungkook, fucking into him on his side, then on his back holding his legs wide, but it only seems to make him more frantic. He huffs in frustration and throws the omega's legs over his shoulders, bending him nearly in half. His thrusts reach so deep then that Jungkook is beside himself, moaning and begging sweetly in the exact way that always drives Namjoon to the edge, but the alpha still seems unable to find his rhythm. He growls and rolls them over again so he's sitting up against the headboard with the omega straddling him. He pulls Jungkook's head to his neck, right up against his scent gland, and begins snapping his hips up into him desperately.
Jungkook writhes on his cock, feeling so good, so desired, so full, his peak rising tantalizingly on the horizon. Through the haze, he notices that every time he moves his head, Namjoon is quick to pull him back flush against his neck. At last, Jungkook falls apart, mouth open wide and whimpering right against the alpha's scent gland.
Namjoon seems to go crazy, snarling and thrusting in a frenzy, but is apparently still unable to find his own release. He's frantic, like there's something he desperately needs but doesn't know how to ask for.
Suddenly Jungkook knows with certainty, in the way he often knows things about Namjoon, exactly what to do. Experimentally, still soaring high on the force of his own release, he leans closer and runs his little teeth along the alpha's gland.
Namjoon's whole body shudders, and he moans, high and vulnerable in the back of his throat, like he's been caught out. He tilts his head, just slightly, as if to give Jungkook better access.
Jungkook doesn't move, just holds his teeth over the gland, waiting.
"You can, Jungkook-ah…" Namjoon pants, "If you want to."
Jungkook still doesn't move.
Namjoon groans, grinding his rapidly inflating knot against his entrance. "Jungkook-ah. Baby, please. I want you to. I need you to, more than anything. If you’ll have me."
And with that, the alpha bares his neck unmistakably, eyes squeezed shut as though even he can't believe it.
Jungkook takes a deep breath and pauses a moment to think, feeling a little rush of power. But deep down, he knows he's already made his decision.
Heart pounding, he opens his mouth wider and bites.
Blood rushes into his mouth as Namjoon shakes in his arms, his hips stuttering a few more times before his knot slides into place at last. Jungkook's eyes roll back at the sensation and the rushing awareness of the bond coursing through him: warm, protective, euphoric, victorious and finally complete.
Eventually, Jungkook comes back to himself enough to unlock his jaw from the alpha's neck and sits up, rubbing the blood from his chin self-consciously.
Namjoon is staring at him with wide eyes, panting slightly.
"I can feel you," he says wonderingly. He rests a hand over Jungkook's heart. "God, Jungkook-ah. You're so beautiful here too."
Jungkook smiles and looks down, feeling a little shy.
Something bothers him. Of course, he has surmised after the events of the last few weeks, but no one has actually said anything to him explicitly. Normally, Jungkook would never ask about business, but he needs confirmation now.
"Is this going to cause…problems with your father?" he asks, biting his lip, "Only…Jiminie told me there were rules about you bonding with us…"
Namjoon hums.
"A lot of things have changed with Abeoji," he says at last, "There's been some…movement…within the organization. Your brothers have helped a lot with that actually. Abeoji doesn't make the rules anymore."
"Oh," says Jungkook. He digests this information for a moment, then smiling, he asks, "So are you the boss now? Should I call you Hyungnim?"
Namjoon chuckles. "Something like that," he says, "But I can think of things I'd rather you call me."
Jungkook giggles and lets Namjoon draw him closer. Their eyes fall closed and they lie in silence for a while, taking stock of the new awareness blossoming between them.
"My mate," Namjoon whispers. There's another pause.
"Jungkook-ah," he says earnestly, "I…I want things to be different between us than they were between my father and his omegas. I don't exactly know what I'm doing here, but I'm going to try, ok? I promise. I'm so glad you're mine."
Jungkook smiles teasingly. "You're mine now too you know, Alpha" he says.
Namjoon laughs weakly. "Yeah," he says disbelievingly, "I guess I am."
Tentatively, as though he's nervous (though how could he be after everything they've already done), Namjoon cups Jungkook's cheek in his hand. His eyes scan the omega's face before slowly, like he's giving him time to pull away, he leans in and presses their lips together.
Jungkook lets his eyes fall closed, and returns the kiss. It feels…right. Sweet and safe and warm like home. Namjoon's scent swells around them, raw and ludicrously happy.
They snuggle in together afterwards and fall asleep. The next morning, Jungkook wakes up for the first time in his alpha's arms.
~~
Jungkook feels a little nervous to go downstairs and see Yoongi and Jimin's reactions. He isn't worried Jimin will be upset necessarily. He and the other omega have discussed this scenario many times, and had agreed that it would be safer for them both in the long run if they could convince at least one of the alphas to complete the bond. Both had pegged Yoongi as the most likely to crack, but Jungkook doesn't think his hyung will be upset that Namjoon has succumbed first. Nonetheless, he still feels a little strange to have gone ahead with the plan without them having discussed it.
Namjoon, on the other hand, seems impatient to get downstairs. He rushes Jungkook to get up but then stays practically glued to the omega's neck the whole time he's getting ready, which ultimately slows the process.
Jungkook can feel the alpha preening as they enter the breakfast room together, Namjoon's arm securely around his waist.
Jimin is perched on Yoongi's lap, laughing and seemingly trying to force feed the alpha a piece of toast. Yoongi is holding him tenderly around the waist, his face impossibly fond. Finally, they notice Jungkook and Namjoon approaching and turn to face them.
They all seem to realize at the same moment that both alphas now sport mating bites.
There's a pause and then Jimin collapses with laughter, tumbling off Yoongi's lap and onto the floor. Jungkook finds himself laughing too, and he hurries over to help the other omega to his feet.
Jimin swats his chest. "You brat!" he says, still grinning, "You couldn't give me one day to be the first mated after three years waiting? You had to go and tie with me after only three months? Fucking overachiever!"
Jungkook giggles, "Well it's your fault for biting me, Hyung!” he says in a low voice, “I didn't know the alphas would react that way!"
Jimin's face turns smug, and he leans in to whisper, "Well I had a feeling. But it's always nice when a plan works better than expected."
Jungkook frowns. "That's…that's not why you bit me though, is it?" he asks uncertainly.
Jimin rolls his eyes. "Aish, will you stop? I bit you because you're mine and I love you, you idiot. Pushing the alphas over the edge was just an added bonus."
Jungkook laughs. "I love you too, Hyung."
Jimin smiles and bops him on the nose. "Cool," he says, "Now let's go pay attention to the hyungs before they wonder what they've just gotten themselves into."
They rejoin Yoongi and Namjoon, who are still looking at each other bemused. They settle together at the table to eat. It feels familiar in many ways, but also somehow new. Namjoon doesn't let Jungkook touch his food, instead holding him on his lap and insisting on hand-feeding him every bite. Jimin keeps rolling his eyes and laughing like this is completely ridiculous, but Jungkook finds he actually quite likes it.
When they are finished, Namjoon looks at his watch. "Go get ready Jungkook-ah," he says briskly, "We're meeting Tae, Jin, and Hobi at the casino at noon and you and Jimin are coming with us."
Jungkook looks up at him, and he might imagine it, but Namjoon's face seems to redden sightly.
"That is…Yoongi and I would like for you both to join us. If you want to," he amends.
Jungkook smiles and looks over at Jimin, who grins back and nods.
He leans forward and kisses Namjoon lightly on the lips. "We want to, Hyung," he murmurs.
It's the softest peck, but it seems to affect the alpha, leaving him pink and glassy-eyed.
Jungkook grins and hops down from his lap. He hurries off hand in hand with Jimin to get ready, excited at the prospect of seeing his brothers and sharing the news.
Something has shifted again. It feels like a brand new day.
End