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Backstage before their Seoul concert, Yoongi snacks on some popcorn.
It’s the sweet and salty kind and it’s honestly kind of addictive. In the other room, Namjoon and Seokjin are loudly arguing over whether Jimin should go on stage or not. It’s useless, Yoongi thinks. Knowing Jimin, he’s going to go on stage either way. Across from him, Jimin is curled in on himself, sweat dripping down his neck. Hoseok rubs his back gently, whispering words of comfort. In the makeup chairs, Jungkook and Taehyung eye Jimin worriedly. Neither of them have presented yet, and are probably dreading it now, Yoongi thinks.
He pops another piece of popcorn in his mouth. Jimin lets out a heart-breaking whine of pain, his stomach cramping up. Yoongi is unbelievably thankful his own omega presentation happened before they debuted.
—
Electricity thrums through his veins after the concert. He fucking loves rapping. He wants to shout it but keeps the thought to himself as he catches sight of Jimin. The omega did amazing on stage, as Yoongi knew he would. You’d have no idea he was presenting. Now, however, Jimin is leaning heavily on Jungkook, struggling to walk. Yoongi quickly surpasses the two and slides into the car, taking the window seat.
“Last concert done. How are we feeling?” Hoseok asks everyone.
Namjoon lets out a wail of joy from the front. Beside Yoongi, Seokjin closes his eyes and sighs. “I can’t wait to sleep.”
“Yes, yes, I’m going to sleep for a month,” Hoseok giggles.
Yoongi thinks of all the laundry they have to do.
The three alphas chat some more about all the eating and sleeping they’ll do before Taehyung slides into the car. “Warning, Jimin incoming,” he mumbles.
Jungkook exits the building with Jimin on his back. Yoongi almost gasps. Jungkook must be exhausted after the concert but he can still carry Jimin so seamlessly. An unbidden thought bubbles to the surface: He’s so strong. He must be an alpha.
Jungkook gently opens the car door and guides Jimin inside. The omega is practically lifeless - flopping onto the seat, his head rolling onto Seokjin’s shoulder. Jimin inhales deeply, seeking out the gorgeous alpha’s scent. Seokjin wraps an arm around Jimin and releases his pheromones, most likely by accident. Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut at the rich, soothing scent. Jungkook climbs into the seat beside Taehyung and the car begins their silent drive home, the mood dampened.
Yoongi wakes up with his head on the cold, hard window. Everyone has already left the car, except for Jimin and Seokjin. Jungkook lifts Jimin into his arms, careful not to wake him.
“Come on Yoongi,” Seokjin mumbles almost as an afterthought as he leaves the car, his eyes on Jimin’s sleeping form.
—
At the age of twenty-two, Jimin’s presentation is long overdue. Maybe that’s why it’s so grueling and hard to watch? The omega can barely eat, the pain throughout his entire body too agonizing. Yoongi feels completely helpless. He tries his best to make snacks that Jimin might want. He inspected the blankets stashed at the back of their laundry cupboard and picked the softest ones for Jimin’s nest. He peeked into Jimin’s room and was happy to see some sort of nest formation. He can’t do much else, however. The alphas crowd into his room to scent him. It seems to be the only thing that eases Jimin’s pain. Unfortunately, Yoongi doesn’t have a scent thanks to his suppressants. However, the thought of entering Jimin’s nest and scenting him makes him feel a little uncomfortable. He’ll leave that to the alphas.
Taehyung and Jungkook have taken it upon themselves to be Jimin’s cuddle buddies, as if they weren’t that already. It’s a known fact that Jungkook sleeps in Jimin’s bed regardless. It’s also known that Jimin and Taehyung are glued at the hip. It’s just gotten way more intense.
Yoongi busies himself with the cooking, the endless laundry, and the cleaning. This is the best way he knows how to help his pack. It’s especially important now that everyone’s attention is on their new presenting omega. Yoongi is happy to help out in this way.
It’s just that…sometimes…
—
“Jimin is watching nesting tutorials on Youtube,” Hoseok laughs as he leaves he and Jimin’s bedroom.
It’s been a week since their last concert and Jimin has gotten much better. Yoongi takes a sip on his black coffee but nearly chokes on it when Taehyung speaks.
“Why doesn’t Yoongi-hyung teach him how to nest?” he asks gleefully, his boxy smile wider than ever.
“Uh…,” Yoongi says intelligently, his hand frozen around his coffee cup.
“Yoongi would be no help,” Jin laughs. “He doesn’t nest.”
It’s not exactly true. Yoongi loves a nest as much as the next omega. He has a pretty big nest in his childhood bed back home. He occasionally builds one in hotel rooms when he’s not sharing with anyone. But here in the pack house, he just never has the urge for some reason. He blames the suppressants.
The pack moves on, continuing their breakfast and morning routines. Taehyung slumps in his chair, a small frown creasing his forehead. Yoongi doesn’t question it.
—
With each passing day, Jimin becomes more and more confident in his omega status.
He laughs and smiles, brightening up his packs’ lives. He sits on the alpha’s laps, making them blush. He tilts his neck so prettily when he’s scented. He lets out little whines when he’s tired. His scent has fully developed and he leaves an aroma of sweetness in his wake. He’s a pro at making nests now.
The pack is enthralled.
Yoongi spends a lot of time in the studio, working on some beats. He’s considering releasing some solo music. Maybe something just for soundcloud? He’s not sure yet but he’s enjoying the process. Namjoon’s often in his studio too. Sometimes, they’ll head out and have lunch or dinner together in the cafeteria. They use this time to discuss what they’re working on. Sometimes, Hoseok will join them after he’s been in the dance studio. Yoongi loves these moments together.
Everyone’s been so busy, that it’s easy for Jungkook’s impending presentation to slip under the radar. Their youngest has been grumpier than usual and he sleeps a lot. It’s not enough for alarm bells to ring, however.
It’s only when Hoseok enters his bedroom to find Jungkook and Jimin having sex that the pack realizes something’s up.
Hoseok nearly screams at the sight before him. He takes one look at Jungkook’s bare ass and Jimin’s shocked yet flushed face before his brain catches up with him. Hoseok yelps, stumbles back and frantically pulls the door shut.
Seokjin peers out of his bedroom, his clothes rumbled and his eyes bleary. “What’s wrong?”
“Jungkook and Jimin!” Hoseok whisper-screams. It doesn’t take long for Seokjin to put two and two together. A growl builds up in the alpha’s chest.
Yoongi wakes up, groggy and disoriented. He checks the clock to see that it’s three in the morning. Seokjin is standing at the doorway growling at something. That’s odd. He stumbles out of bed.
“Stop growling, hyung,” Hoseok scowls.
“We should stop them,” Seokjin says moodily.
“No way. We don’t have the right,” Hoseok argues.
Yoongi nearly coughs at the smell of two angry and possessive alphas. He doesn’t know what's going on but he guesses it’s something to do with Jimin.
“Hey, what’s happened?” he asks. Jin tenses momentarily but doesn’t turn around. His body blocks Yoongi from leaving the room.
“Where’s Namjoon? He could stop them,” Jin says.
“He’s at the studio. Stop saying ridiculous things,” Hoseok grits his teeth. A door opens down the hall. Taehyung must be coming to see what's going on.
“Jungkook is a pup and Jimin has only just presented,” Jin hisses.
Yoongi realizes the issue. His eyes widen and he suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. Two of his packmates are doing…that with each other? He always knew there were things that went on behind closed doors. Things he was never invited to. He’s not sure if he’d join in if he was invited. Nonetheless, he’s aware that a few handjobs under the covers have occurred. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin used to look after one another back when they had ruts, before they went on suppressants. God only knows how far they went with one another during those times. It’s a known fact that Taehyung and Jimin have experimented together a little. Jungkook has never been shy about his attraction to his packmates, but it seems that Jimin is his ultimate weakness.
It really shouldn’t shock Yoongi that two of his packmates are having sex, but it does.
Hoseok and Seokjin are properly arguing now, their pheromones stinking up the hallway. Yoongi wishes he could combat it with his own pheromones. He raises an uncertain hand and places it on Jin’s back. The alpha immediately tenses and moves away from Yoongi, towards Hoseok. Taehyung immediately steps in, putting himself between the two alphas. Yoongi’s hand drops to his side. He’s a useless omega. He can’t even dissipate tension between his packmates.
Taehyung seems to be a natural at it. He speaks softly to the alphas, telling them that they’ll deal with the issue in the morning. For now, it’s time to sleep. Yoongi sits upright in bed for a while and waits for Seokjin to come back. He never does.
—
“Did you at least use condoms?” Namjoon asks bluntly.
Across from him, Jungkook and Jimin nod. They are sitting on the couch, their sides squashed together and their faces red. As soon as Namjoon heard what happened, he called for a pack meeting. Now, the pack-alpha has the unfortunate job of asking the important questions.
“And it was consensual?” He asks, not beating around the bush.
“Of course,” Jimin’s eyes widen.
“Good,” Namjoon nods, his eyes closing. “Put a sock on the door next time.”
“What?” Hoseok exclaims. “That’s it?”
“Yep. We’re a pack. Those who want to fuck are allowed to fuck.” Namjoon tries to say it seriously but he can’t help but smirk. “If everyone involved is willing,” he adds.
“So we’re that kind of pack, now?” Seokjin gasps. “We still have un-presented pups,” he exclaims, scandalized.
“It’s just one,” Namjoon nods to Taehyung.
“I’m not a pup,” he pouts.
Seokjin stares at Jungkook, who is sitting ram-rod straight. He may be going through his alpha presentation, but he still has utmost respect for his hyungs.
“I can’t believe our baby is an alpha,” Seokjin wails dramatically.
“Oh, I can believe it,” Jimin teases, leaning into Jungkook’s space. Hoseok bursts out laughing. Seokjin voices his disgust. Yoongi takes that as his queue to leave and follows Namjoon out into the kitchen.
He starts fiddling with the rice cooker, thinking about what he can make for lunch. It might be nice to make a hearty meal for Jungkook, he thinks.
“Hey, uh, what do you think about Jungkook and Jimin?” Namjoon tentatively asks Yoongi. He leans against a counter and watches Yoongi begin to prepare something.
“I think it was only a matter of time,” Yoongi chuckles.
“Hah, right, yeah,” Namjoon smiles. “And - and what do you think about what I said?” He asks almost nervously.
Yoongi’s heart rate picks up. “That anyone can fuck each other?”
“Um, yeah.”
“I, um, I thought that was always the case,” he mumbles. It’s not exactly the truth, but he doesn’t know what else to say.
“So it doesn’t bother you?”
Yoongi looks up and frowns at the cupboard in front of him. Why would that bother him? “No,” he decides to say.
“Ok, good.” Namjoon stands up straight. “I just want you to know that there’s no pressure on you to do anything, okay?”
Yoongi turns around slowly. “I know that…”
“Good, good,” Namjoon walks backwards out of the kitchen, leaving Yoongi alone.
What on earth was all that about?
—
Yoongi soon learns why Namjoon said that to him. The alpha must have known what would happen. Very quickly, it seems that everyone is fucking each other. Jimin is the favorite, of course. He constantly reeks of alpha pheromones and has a healthy flush to his skin. He seems so happy and secure in his omega status. There’s no plans for him to go on suppressants.
Yoongi’s not sure if he’s jealous or not. He has an extremely low libido thanks to his suppressants, so he has no real desire to do anything sexual with his packmates. He remembers first joining the group though. The way he felt when locked in a studio too long with Namjoon is something he’ll never forget. Two more alphas joined the group and that was when he realised he’d have to go on stronger suppressants. He hasn’t felt such strong sexual urges since.
The issue with Jimin’s lack of suppressants becomes apparent during the filming of a Run BTS episode. The omega is quiet and his scent is strong. He acts clingier than usual, draping himself over the alphas’ backs. Filming takes longer than usual, making everyone antsy. Yoongi recognizes the signs.
Mid-way through, when everyone’s taking a break, Yoongi whispers in Namjoon’s ear. “I think he’s in pre-heat.”
“Huh?” Namjoon leans in closer.
Yoongi repeats what he said, feeling the heat of Namjoon’s body through his shirt. So close yet so far.
“Shit. Really?” Namjoon whispers back. They make eye contact. Yoongi’s always thought the alpha has beautiful eyes.
Jimin seems to come out of nowhere. He slides his body between Namjoon and Yoongi and slings his arms around the alpha’s neck. “Alpha, I want a hug,” he asks softly. Yoongi is forced to step back. Instantly, Namjoon’s arms wrap around Jimin and he pulls him in close. A terrible sense of longing fills Yoongi, taking him by surprise.
Namjoon makes a face at Yoongi, as if to say he’s right about Jimin being in pre-heat. Yoongi worries about what will happen when the omega goes fully into heat.
—
Yoongi quickly learns that alphas servicing an omega in heat eat a lot.
He’d been worried that they would want him to leave for the duration of Jimin’s heat. He asked Namjoon if he should book into a hotel but the alpha looked surprised and told him not to. Before Namjoon could say anything else, Yoongi just nodded and left the room.
On the first day, he spent most of his time in the studio. But when he came home to find Jungkook eating plain rice out of the rice cooker, he knew he had a duty to his pack. Rolling up his sleeves, he began cooking. And didn’t stop cooking.
Taehyung’s main job is to bring meals to Jimin. He hangs around Yoongi, not exactly helping, but Yoongi appreciates the company.
“You can see him, you know?” Taehyung pouts. He sits on a high stool at the counter, watching Yoongi cook.
“What? Jimin?” he asks, distracted.
“Yes, hyung. He’s not begging for a knot all the time.”
“Well of course he’s not,” Yoongi scoffs. “That’s just in porn.”
Taehyung is quiet for a moment. “I forgot you have had heats before…”
“Not many.”
“Still, though. You know more about this than the alphas,” Taehyung says. He sounds sad and Yoongi can’t understand why.
“They have their instincts. I think they’re doing fine.” Using a spatula, he flips the fried eggs carefully. “And I don’t think Jimin would want to see me,” he adds quietly.
He hears Taehyung get off his chair but still gets a shock when arms wrap around his waist. Taehyung knocks his forehead into Yoongi’s hair. “That’s not true, hyung,” he says mournfully.
“You’re squeezing me,” Yoongi complains half-heartedly.
“Don’t care.” He hugs him harder. Yoongi doesn’t know what's come over Taehyung, but he relaxes into his hold, letting himself be hugged for just a little bit longer.
—
On day five, Jimin is unexpectedly moody. He pushes away his alphas and refuses to touch his breakfast.
“He probably wants to shower,” Yoongi guesses. It’s an offhand comment, but four exhausted alphas are suddenly looking at him as if he’s a genius.
“Yes, a shower!” Hoseok says brightly.
“I’ll go offer it to him,” Seokjin blurts out, scrambling out of his chair.
Namjoon takes one last desperate sip of his coffee before he jumps up and follows Seokjin. “I’ll help,” he calls out.
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think Jimin wants to be around alphas anymore,” Jungkook says tearfully. He stares down at his finished plate.
“Of course not, silly alpha. His wolf is more than satisfied right now.” Yoongi cannot help but reach up and tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear. The alpha’s scent softens immediately, giving Yoongi heart flutters.
Just then, Taehyung walks into the room. “Jimin wants you, Yoongi,” he says with a yawn.
“What?” Hoseok blurts out.
“Me? Why?” Yoongi asks, surprised.
“Why not? You’re his only omega hyung,” Taehyung explains with a frown.
At this, Yoongi doesn’t know what to say. On unsteady feet, he stands and heads upstairs. Namjoon and Seokjin are standing outside Jimin’s room, looking like two sad abandoned puppies.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“He said no more alphas - he just wants you, Yoongi,” Seokjin explains.
“Okay, I can handle it,” he says with more confidence than he feels. Namjoon nods to him and gently guides Seokjin away from the door and back downstairs. Taking a deep breath, Yoongi knocks before pushing open the door.
The room is dark and too warm. All he sees is a lump on the bed. Presumably, it is Jimin wrapped up in one too many blankets. Yoongi gets to work immediately. He pulls back the curtains and opens the windows, letting in some much needed air. He gathers up the dishes and glasses and piles them neatly just outside the room. He grabs Jimin’s dark blue bath robe that hangs on a chair and approaches Jimin carefully.
“Jimin-ah?” he calls gently.
The omega pokes his head out of the blankets and rolls over to face Yoongi. His blonde hair is disheveled and his lower lip begins to wobble. “Hyung…”
“What’s wrong, Min-ah? Tell hyung.” Yoongi kneels down beside the bed.
“I w-want to shower but I can’t l-leave my nest,” he stutters, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“I know it’s hard, but the shower will feel so nice, I promise.”
“Will you come with me?” Jimin asks pitifully.
“Of course,” Yoongi says softly.
He manages to get Jimin out of bed. He helps him into his bathrobe, tying the knot for him. Hand in hand, they walk to the nearest bathroom, where Yoongi gets the water running. Jimin wraps his arms around himself, looking so frail and vulnerable. Yoongi decides then and there that he’ll have to do something he’s never done with anyone before. He begins stripping his clothes off. Before he’s even gotten to his trousers, Jimin has flung his bathrobe to the ground. He steps into the shower and waits for Yoongi to join him. Once he’s fully naked, it's strange how Yoongi doesn’t feel self-conscious. He’s always liked his body. He thinks he has nice skin.
He scrubs Jimin’s scalp with shampoo until the omega is purring. Huh. Yoongi hasn’t purred in years. Using a loofah, he lathers body wash into Jimin’s skin. Jimin stares at Yoongi in awe, something primal in his eyes.
“I love you, hyung. I love you so much,” he says, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
“I love you too, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi chuckles, his voice just as soft.
He holds Jimin in his arms, feeling the omega’s bare skin against his. They stay like this for a long time. Yoongi hopes this isn’t a one time thing.
—
Once Jimin’s heat is well and truly over, their schedules get busy again.
In between all the recordings and photoshoots and filming, there’s no time for Yoongi to feel awkward about his shower with Jimin. The youngest omega doesn’t seem to care at all, still being his playful self around him. There is one small change, however. Jimin keeps asking Yoongi about ‘omega stuff’.
“How do I stop my scent from going crazy in public, hyung?” Jimin asks with a pout. It’s late at night and Yoongi was about to go to sleep, but Jimin slipped through the door and plonked himself down on Yoongi’s bed. Seokjin isn’t there, still playing video games with Jungkook in the living room.
“You just have to stay calm, Jiminie.” He purses his lips. “But I don’t really know because my scent is blocked.”
Jimin pouts even harder. “I don’t know how you can live without your scent, hyung. I want to stop having heats now that I’ve experienced one, but I can’t imagine not smelling like anything.” He looks down and picks at a hangnail.
“It’s just like being a beta,” Yoongi shrugs. “But I don’t think you should go on suppressants.”
“Why not?” Jimin looks up.
How does Yoongi put this delicately? “Um, well, you see, the alphas wouldn’t be able to smell you anymore.”
“Uh huh,” Jimin hums, his voice small.
“And, um, they wouldn’t know what you're feeling.”
“Yes they would. I’d tell them,” he blinks.
“But…they might not have the instinct to scent you,” Yoongi says with a wince.
Jimin’s face falls. “Oh no, I didn’t think of that. I’d hate that.” He lets out a chuckle. “I wouldn’t last a day on suppressants, hyung. I need to be scented like I need air.”
Yoongi forces himself to smile at the young omega. There’s something about what he said that isn’t sitting right with him. His heart seems to sink down in his chest.
Jimin eyes him warily. “D-do you not have the need to be scented like I do?” He suddenly looks very worried, his eyes huge. “You don’t have that urge, right, hyung?”
“No, I don’t,” Yoongi lies. It’s a lie he’s been telling himself for years. The suppressants take everything away. Absolutely every omega instinct. He doesn’t want to be scented and he doesn’t want to nest. He doesn’t want attention from the alphas and he doesn’t want their touch.
“Okay,” Jimin responds unsurely, nibbling his lower lip.
“Hyung’s tired, Min-ah.”
“Oh, of course.” Jimin scrambles off the bed and leaves the room.
—
The next morning, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi sit on a couch by the wall, sipping their coffees. They’re the first out of the group to get their makeup done for the filming of a Run BTS episode.
“Jimin-ah, pay attention to me,” Taehyung whines. Jimin is staring intensely at his phone. “Come on, Jimin, what are you looking at?”
Jimin ignores Taehyung and reads for a few more seconds. Suddenly, his eyes light up. “Ah hah,” he exclaims. “Suppressants don’t block your scent,” he reads out.
Yoongi blinks. Well that can’t be right because his have blocked his scent for years.
“What?” Taehyung frowns, leaning over Jimin’s shoulder to read his phone.
“They don’t affect your scent glands. Look, it says it here.” Jimin points it out to Taehyung. “And look, it says you can get generic ones in the pharmacy or you can get specially made ones through your doctor,” he reads out. “I could get some that will stop my heats but won’t do anything else to me, just like how rut suppressants work,” he says happily.
“You’re going on suppressants?” Taehyung blurts out, eyes wide.
“Not so loud! I don’t want the alphas to freak out, okay? I need to explain to them that the suppressants will only stop my heats and nothing else will change. And this is not the place to do it,” he hisses.
“Okay, okay,” Taehyung agrees. It is only then that the pair address the elephant in the room. Their gaze turns to Yoongi, who is staring at them with wide eyes. They furrow their brows, staring at him worriedly.
“What kind of industrial grade suppressants are you on, hyung?” Taehyung asks incredulously.
“Let me read that.” Yoongi takes the phone from Jimin’s hands. He skims the article quickly, too impatient to read it properly. The key words jump out at him though, confirming what Jimin said. Slowly, he hands the phone back.
“...I’ve been getting my supps from China for years now,” he admits after a while. “I bulk buy them… They’re cheap.” It sounds stupid when he says it. He can most definitely afford some better ones now. Hell, he can even afford the fancy, specially made ones.
“Oh, hyung,” Jimin says tearfully.
“You need to come off of them,” Taehyung says firmly.
Yoongi feels sick. Why has he never thought to research suppressants a bit more? Why has he never switched to a safer brand?
“And we need to tell the hyungs,” Taehyung adds.
Yoongi’s heart drops. How would they react? A small voice in his head wonders if they’ll even care. Sure, he’ll be encouraged to go on new suppressants, but will they want to deal with all his omega symptoms? Does Yoongi even know how to be a proper omega?
It seems not so surprising anymore that he never thought to change his heavy-duty suppressants.
—
Yoongi secretly hopes that Jimin and Taehyung will forget about his suppressants, but they won’t leave him alone.
Anytime the group is all together, they make faces at Yoongi and hiss at him that now is the perfect time to tell the alphas. Yoongi feels himself getting more and more annoyed every day. So what if his suppressants are ultra-strong? It’s his body - he can do what he wants.
The only problem is that he’s been doing some research. Look, his drugs aren’t going to kill him but they’re not exactly healthy. It’s unsurprising that his libido and his mood are so low. It makes sense now why he needs so much sleep. He has no clue what they’ve done to his hormone levels and he quite frankly doesn’t want to know. However, he probably should go get checked out by a doctor at some point… For now, he shakes his head at Jimin and Taehyung and refuses to acknowledge the issue.
—
It’s a Sunday morning when Taehyung presents.
He strolls into the kitchen, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. “I slept like a baby,” he mumbles. He sits down beside Yoongi and stares at his coffee. “Can I have a sip?” he pouts.
“No, get your own,” Yoongi scolds him with a scrunch of his nose.
“Ah, you’re so cute, hyung,” Taehyung coos. Across from them, Hoseok laughs.
Just then, Namjoon enters the room looking just as tired as Taehyung. “Why does our room smell so nice? Did you light a candle, Taehyung-ie?”
It’s then that Yoongi catches a whiff of something warm and slightly sweet coming off of Taehyung. It’s not sweet enough to be an omega scent or strong enough to be an alpha scent. His eyes widen. “Oh my god. You’re a beta,” he tells Taehyung.
“What?” Taehyung sits up straight. “What?”
“Holy shit!” Hoseok shouts.
“Oh wow! We have a beta,” Namjoon beams.
Jimin and Jungkook race into the room together, wondering what all the commotion is about. Seokjin walks into the room and heads straight to Taehyung, pulling him up off his chair and into a hug. “I thought I smelled a new scent in the hall,” he smiles.
“I - I knew I’d be a beta but I didn’t expect to just…wake up as one,” Taehyung exclaims.
Yoongi will always be jealous of how easy beta presentations are. It’s not the only thing making him jealous, however. The alphas and Jimin start pulling the beta into hugs, their noses rubbing along his scent gland. They fight over Taehyung, each desperate to put their own scents on their new beta. Yoongi always got comfort from the fact that Taehyung wasn’t scented very much by the alphas either, as terrible as that sounds. Now that Taehyung is presented, the others must be more comfortable scenting him. It’s only a matter of time before they start touching him in other ways too.
Yoongi selfishly wants to muscle his way into the center of the boys. He wants to tilt his neck and demand to be scented just like they’re doing to Taehyung. The yearning is so powerful, tears start falling down his cheeks. Horrified, he skitters to his room, shutting the door behind him. He collapses onto his bed and clutches his shirt, right over where his heart is. If he suddenly asked them to scent him, would they do it? Would they laugh and say he’s acting weird? It would be too out of character for him at this point.
—
Taehyung feels so warm.
He’s squished between Jimin and Jungkook who are refusing to let go. Hoseok keeps leaning in to sniff at his neck again, so enthralled by his scent. Seokjin stands at the stove, preparing him a special presentation breakfast.
“Wait, where did Yoongi go?” Namjoon asks, staring at Yoongi’s half finished coffee.
Taehyung feels too hot all of a sudden. He struggles in Jungkook’s arms.
“Oh? He must have left,” Hoseok muses.
“Huh. Strange,” Namjoon says as he heads over to the coffee machine.
Jimin drops his arms from around Taehyung and furrows his brow at him. Taehyung finally manages to free himself from Jungkook. He looks at the four alphas in the room and realizes that none of them seem to have any idea why Yoongi ran from the room. It’s not that they don’t care, but they certainly don’t care enough to go look for him. He frowns back at Jimin.
“One second,” he mumbles before heading to Yoongi’s room.
He finds the omega sitting on the edge of his bed, his shoulders slumped and his hair covering his face. Taehyung sits beside him and pulls him into a hug, the omega reluctantly going into his arms.
“What’s wrong, hm?” he asks gently.
“I don’t know,” Yoongi sniffs.
“Is it…something to do with everyone hugging and scenting me?”
Yoongi just shrugs, his face hidden in Taehyung’s chest.
“...Do you think it’s time to come off of those suppressants?” he asks gently.
Red-rimmed eyes stare up at him. “Yeah,” he breathes, his voice tiny and hoarse.
“I think so too.” Taehyung rubs the omega’s back.
“You’re a great beta, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi mumbles.
“Ah, hyung, thank you,” he chuckles. He doesn’t fully understand what is going on with Yoongi, but going off of those suppressants is a good starting point.
—
The doctor is horrified by Yoongi’s suppressants.
Weirdly, she isn’t so worried about his body. It’s his mental state that most concerns her.
“Why were you on such strong suppressants for so long? Can I ask what your home environment is like?”
Yoongi shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. “It’s fine.” The doctor stares at him, wanting more than that. “I uh - I have a pack.”
“And do they treat you well?” She asks bluntly.
“Yeah, I mean…they don’t abuse me or anything,” he chuckles awkwardly. The doctor squints her eyes. Shoot, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. “I - I mean they’re great, all of them. They treat me well.”
“Okay, so, they hug you? Scent you? Speak to you nicely?”
“They sometimes hug me, I guess.” Yoongi scratches his neck. “They always speak…nicely.” He doesn’t want to answer her questions anymore.
“They don’t scent you,” she states as she sits back in her chair.
Yoongi freezes, unsure what to say. “D-don’t tell the media.”
“Of course not,” she blurts out, her eyes wide. Her omega scent goes sharp. “I would never, Yoongi-ssi.”
She looks so serious and intense, Yoongi believes her. He nods, his lips pursed. He can never be too careful.
“Look, you will have to come off suppressants entirely. I’m not comfortable giving you new ones until your body recovers. Until your omega recovers. You may get some withdrawal symptoms and your omega won’t be very happy with you.” Her eyes are round with pity as she breaks the news. “You will have to be scented, I’m afraid. Multiple times a day, if possible.”
Yoongi thinks Taehyung and Jimin would do it if he asked. He’ll just have to be brave.
“It will have to be by alphas,” she adds.
“What?” Yoongi blurts out, his heart faltering.
“...Alphas,” she repeats hesitantly. “The best way for an omega to recover their health is to receive scenting from alphas.”
“O-oh, okay,” he stutters.
The doctor looks terribly concerned as she guides him to the door. She reminds him once more that he must be scented. Doctor’s orders. She holds the door open and quietly tells him that it doesn’t have to be his packmates, it can be any alpha.
Yoongi can’t help but let out a humorless laugh when he gets into his car. She definitely thinks he’s being abused.
—
At first, it feels weird not taking his pills everyday.
By day three he’s completely gotten used to it. The same can’t be said for his omega instincts, unfortunately. It’s been years since he’s felt instincts as strong as this. The urge to nest makes his fingers itch. He’s messed around with the one pillow and blanket in his studio more times than he can count.
“They’re fine,” he huffs to himself. “I’m fine.” He turns his back on his small couch and sits back into his chair. He puts his headphones on and turns the music up. Maybe if he plays it loud enough he can block out his desperate urge to nest and be scented. Because of course, he has not told anyone he needs to be scented. A stubborn part of him thinks he doesn’t really need it.
Four hours later, Yoongi’s eyes are stinging from staring at the screen for too long and his head hurts from the weight of his headphones. There’s one thing the headphones can’t block out and that’s the sudden scent of unhappy omega in the air.
“What the fuck?” He throws his headphones off and stands up. “Already?” He pulls the neck of his shirt open and sniffs at himself. His sweet and soft scent had been too weak to detect until now. It seems cloying and outrageously ‘omega’ to him now. How will he go home like this? What will they think of him, showing up smelling so obviously sweet and desperate for an alpha’s attention?
He groans into his hands. He’s tired of having thoughts like this.
—
It’s late at night when he gets in the door.
Maybe he won’t run into anyone? He shuffles out of his shoes before heading in the direction of the kitchen. The coast is clear. He makes an ultra fast dinner before slipping away to the bathroom, silent like a ninja. He readies himself for bed, taking a quick shower. This way, he won’t smell too strongly, right?
Wrong.
As soon as he enters his room and sees his cozy bed, his scent spikes in excitement. Shit.
Jin is awake, scrolling through his phone in bed. His gaze flicks to Yoongi. “Hey stranger,” he calls out.
“H-hey.” Yoongi looks desperately between Jin and his bed. There’s very few blankets or pillows on his bed but he knows there’s a stash under the bed. But can he nest in Jin’s presence? He’s never done that before. Even worse, a huge part of him wants to go to Jin and be scented by him.
“Why are you just standing there?” Jin laughs.
Yoongi is frozen, unable to do anything.
Jin sits up and frowns. His nose twitches. His eyes go wide. “Oh. Is that…your scent?” he asks unsurely.
Yoongi thought he was doing fine. He thought he was dealing with his lack of suppressants surprisingly well, in fact. Yet here he is, his eyes filling with tears and his scent souring. Just as he feared, Jin seems uncomfortable with Yoongi’s omega status.
He flees the room, his tears falling.
“Wait! Yoongi!” Jin calls, scrambling after him.
He sounds panicked, but Yoongi can’t stop running. His heart pounds as he looks back for a moment at the alpha chasing him. Suddenly, he crashes into a firm chest.
“What’s going on?” Namjoon asks, holding onto Yoongi’s arms. “What - what’s that smell?” he asks, his mouth opening in shock.
Yoongi scrambles out of Namjoon’s grasp and sprints to the stairs.
“It’s his scent, you idiot,” Jin gasps, out of breath. “I - I think I hurt his feelings?”
Namjoon knows very well that it's Yoongi’s scent, he just couldn’t believe it. The scent is so heavy and sweet, like perfectly ripe fruit bursting with juice. His pupils dilate and a growl builds up his chest. The urge to chase after the little omega is too much to bear. Jin is not far behind him when he takes to the stairs.
Yoongi doesn’t know where he’s going, all he knows is that he must run. His packmates step out of their rooms, wondering what’s going on. What’s that scent? Why is everyone running?
Yoongi’s embarrassed. Embarrassed of his scent, of his behaviour. But he can’t stop.
Hoseok nearly catches him, growling and grabbing onto his shirt. Feeling completely wild, Yoongi rips himself away and runs to the other side of the house where he thunders down the smaller staircase.
Once again, he finds himself downstairs. There are multiple footsteps behind him now, all charging after him. Something he hadn’t anticipated was Jimin and Taehyung coming down the other stairs, meeting him head on. To his surprise, the pair grin mischievously at him before letting him run past. All he hears is giggles immediately behind him, the omega and beta choosing to run with him.
They take the stairs together, Jimin passing Yoongi out. Suddenly, Jimin is screaming as Hoseok snatches him around the waist.
One naughty omega caught.
Yoongi suspects Taehyung is being slow on purpose. He whines and complains as Namjoon catches him, pushing the beta to the floor and vigorously scenting him. The stairs are in sight now. Looking back, Yoongi sees Jin tripping over Taehyung. He’s going to make it. They’ll never catch him now.
However, Yoongi has made a fatal error. A serious miscalculation. He’s forgotten about one alpha.
Jungkook bounds up the stairs, a dangerous look in his eyes as he spots Yoongi. The omega squeaks in fear, his feet sliding on the wood floors as he tries to slow down. All too soon, Yoongi’s world is tipped upside down as Jungkook hauls the omega up and over his shoulder.
“Got you,” he smirks.
—
Yoongi lies on the floor of the living room and stares at the ceiling.
He’s so comfortable however, that his eyes keep closing. There’s multiple duvets and blankets beneath him, and a soft pillow for his head. Jimin and Taehyung are snuggled up against him, refusing to be moved. Namjoon leans over him, nosing at his neck. Jungkook rests his head on his tummy, rumbling happily every time Yoongi runs a hand through his long hair. Jin cocoons Jimin’s body, but keeps leaning over him to press kisses to Yoongi’s forehead. Hoseok holds his hand that isn’t in Jungkook’s hair. The alpha sits pressed up against Namjoon, waiting for his turn to scent Yoongi.
With a little help from Jimin and Taehyung, the alphas figured out what was wrong with Yoongi quickly. They learn about his suppressants, his fear of rejection, and his painful desire to be loved by them.
Horrified and ashamed of their neglect, the alphas assure Yoongi that they love him and want to make it up to him. They always thought he was just reserved and they wanted to respect his space. They now know they should have communicated better with their eldest omega. All of them have wanted to love him openly for years.
Surrounded by their warmth, Yoongi accepts their apology. It may take some time to heal his wounds and build up his confidence in his omega, but for now he is perfectly happy.
Finally, he allows his eyes to fall closed. Jimin begins to purr, prompting every fiber of Yoongi’s being to join in. The pack sighs in contentment at the sound of their two beautiful omegas purring in harmony.
The pack is complete.
The End.