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Yoongi never asked for this. Never asked for his omega to imprint on an alpha he barely even knew when he was doing perfectly fine on his own and has been for the past few years. But now that Kim Namjoon is standing in front of him with his hand stretched out, saying that he was looking forward to working with him, he can’t help but feel his omega yearn for him. He feels a sudden pull that he’s more than certain is only one-sided on his part.
They’ve only just been introduced of course, so Yoongi doesn’t even know how that even happened.
And while all this goes through his head, the scent from the alpha starts becoming a bit acrid, which makes Yoongi recoil because he knows it’s his own fault. His omega pleaded to fix it, to help his alpha.
“I’ve, uh,” Namjoon pulled back his hand, nervously starting to play with his fingers, “listened to your music before and I’ve really been wanting to work with you for a while so thank you for the opportunity.” Yoongi stared at Namjoon, feeling like an outsider in his own body. The smell of bitter coffee now engulfed the entire studio. “Well, um, I can leave? I feel I've made you uncomfortable and I know when I'm not wanted-”
“Wait, you can stay,” Yoongi finally managed to say as he forced himself out of his shock. “I personally asked to work with you, Namjoon-ssi.”
“I'm sorry, but it sure doesn't feel like it.” Namjoon crossed his arms and Yoongi nearly fainted when he saw how big the man in front of him was.
“Well,” Yoongi turned away quickly, “leave if you want then.” He listened to the door to his studio open and close, with only the smell of burnt coffee left behind.
It’s been like that for weeks now. Every time they had to work together, the atmosphere was tense and Yoongi was slowly losing his mind. Their conversations were only about work and although it was something he had wished for and anticipated since their first meeting, deep inside he wasn’t happy about it.
“Hyung, I don't know what to do anymore.” Yoongi slumped down on the sofa while Seokjin walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands.
“Yoongi-yah, just get to know the poor guy.” Seokjin replied as he placed the bowl in the middle of the coffee table, “Your wolf apparently already likes him. Honestly, what's so wrong with that?”
“You know how I feel about that,” Yoongi groaned. “You know I prefer being on my own. Why and how did my stupid wolf have to get attached like that anyways, goddammit!”
“Well looks like your wolf got tired of you and decided to take things into their own hands. Oh, and weren’t you the one who so desperately wanted to work with this RM, too? Seems like the feeling was mutual.”
“Ugh, I don't know why I even asked you for help.”
“Bitch, I am giving you sound advice. You are deliberately choosing to ignore it. Also, I am pretty sure you never asked me shit so quit complaining.”
“I hate you.”
“Love you, too. Now can we watch the damn movie please?”
~•~
The push and pull was starting to be exhausting for Namjoon. Throughout the time that he and Yoongi had been working together, the omega had been nothing but cold towards him. But for some reason, in between were moments that made him feel so elated.
Like now, for example, Yoongi had cuddled up right next to Namjoon on the sofa without a second thought when earlier he was giving him the cold shoulder. Namjoon stiffened and looked away from his notes in front of him to look at the omega next to him.
Namjoon tried his best not to jostle Yoongi while he sat back on the couch slowly to make him feel more comfortable. He could've kept working but the soft, sweet aroma of cinnamon surrounding him made him feel sleepy.
Yoongi stirred from his sleep, feeling warm and well rested for the first time in a while. The first thing he noticed was the rich smell of coffee, the next was that he was currently nuzzling into someone’s scent gland, and lastly, that someone was Kim Namjoon. He stilled, trying to remember how they got into this position in the first place, and felt his cheeks burn when he realized it was him who cuddled up with Namjoon first.
Once his brain caught up to him, Yoongi tried to pull away, but he felt an arm wrapped around his waist firmly that was keeping him in place. “N-namjoon…” Nothing. “Namjoon-ah wake up.” He struggled to get out of Namjoon's grasp but it only made him bring Yoongi closer, now having both arms around his waist and Namjoon nuzzling at his neck.
A shiver ran through Yoongi's entire body. He felt his wolf elated at everything that was happening but for Yoongi it was happening too fast. He knew that Namjoon finally woke up now, knew that his scent gave away his distress, but when Namjoon suddenly pushed Yoongi away, he felt himself whine. Filled with shame, Yoongi stood up quickly, grabbed his things and walked out of the studio without looking back. He didn’t want to face Namjoon, couldn’t face him, after that. He didn’t even know if he would even be able to work with him anymore after today and, as he kept walking away, he felt his body grow a little cold and a stinging pain in his chest.
~•~
Namjoon was left confused that day, more so than before. He had woken up to a distressed omega and, remembering who it was with him, he wanted to give them space. So when Yoongi stood and left without a second thought, it pained Namjoon. It seemed that no matter what he did, he could never do anything right with Yoongi. So he told himself that the next time they saw each other, he would set things right.
That was days ago. Ever since that incident, it looked like Yoongi had made himself disappear completely. No one at the company had heard from him and whatever messages Namjoon sent were left delivered. All he felt he could do now was just wait, keep working on whatever they were working on until he returned. But no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, his mind wouldn’t stop wandering to the missing omega.
He was worried. His thoughts were all over the place, thinking of many different things that could’ve happened to Yoongi. What if he got hurt somehow? What if something bad happened to him and somehow it was my fault? HIs thoughts were interrupted when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. Namjoon fumbled to take it out and see who it was calling him, hoping to see Yoongi’s name on the screen.
Namjoon answered quickly as soon as he saw that it was.
“Yoongi-ssi, are you okay? What happened? Where’ve you been?”
“Hold up, first of all it’s not Yoongi,” Namjoon felt his alpha flare in anger. He needed his omega to be safe, his need to protect growing stronger.
“Who is this then and where the hell is Yoongi?!”
“Chill your alpha. Yoongi is… fine. I’m his roommate and best friend Seokjin and I’m assuming you’re the famous Namjoon I’ve heard so much about.” Normally, Namjoon would’ve felt elated to know that Yoongi had spoken about him to someone else but at this moment he could only think about Yoongi’s safety.
“Why are you calling me from his phone if he’s fine then?”
“Ah, well… He’ll be fine but I kinda need you to do me a favor and come over.”
“Why?” This conversation was beginning to irritate Namjoon.
“Well ‘cause Yoongi-chi kinda went into heat? And when I tell you that you’re the only one who would be able to help him, I absolutely mean it. He won’t let anyone go near him or his room and he’s been calling out for you.” Namjoon felt himself grow hot at the thought of Yoongi wanting him but he shook his head to keep himself clear minded.
“I can’t go. I can’t do that to him, especially now with what’s going on and how he doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“I literally just told you he’s calling for you.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean he actually wants me.”
“God, Yoongi’s gonna kill me for this,” Seokjin let out a deep sigh. “Namjoon-ssi, Yoongi’s omega imprinted on you. And look, I don’t know what happened a few days ago but I need you to come here and help him in some way. Honestly, both of you need to talk to each other.”
“I was planning on it the next time I saw him.”
“Then, please. Please come over and help him.” Namjoon ended the call after telling Seokjin to send him the address and left in a hurry.
When he finally stood in front of the apartment door, he could smell the syrupy, sweet cinnamon that permeated through it, the telltale signs of heat. Namjoon struggled to knock on the door but thankfully, he didn't have to wait long.
“You did come, okay, hurry hurry.” Namjoon stood awkwardly at the entryway after being ushered in quickly. “Okay, I'm so sorry for throwing this all on you out of nowhere but Yoongi usually lets me help him during his heat so I didn't know what else to do and it's been several days and he sounds like he's in so much pain and I just need you to help my best friend please.”
Namjoon nodded and followed Seokjin farther inside the apartment, the stench growing far stronger the closer he got to, what he assumed was, Yoongi's room.
“Yoongi-yah,” whines were heard from behind the door, “I know you don't want my help but I brought someone who could help you instead!” The whines stopped for a moment and Namjoon held his breath.
“...Joon-ah?” Another pause. “Alpha?” It took every ounce of his power to not push Seokjin aside and barge into the room to see Yoongi and keep him close, safe. Namjoon waited for permission of some kind from his omega's roommate.
“Yoongi-ssi?” It somehow felt wrong to call out for him like that, made it seem like it was too impersonal for a situation like this. “Hyung?” That felt nicer, but it still felt a little off. “ Omega .” Instantly, the door flew open and the one person that Namjoon had been longing for stood there in front of him again.
Seokjin had taken his leave, not before letting Namjoon know that he was still going to be nearby in case things started getting out of hand and he needed his help, for which Namjoon was grateful. Yoongi nearly threw himself at Namjoon, purring as he nuzzled against his neck again to soak in the alpha’s scent. Namjoon kept him close, encouraged Yoongi to scent him more, but he fought against acting on his alpha’s instincts. He guided Yoongi back onto his bed, still holding on to him as he turned them around and he sat at the edge of the mattress.
“Omega, I can’t give you what you want right now because we need to have a conversation first.” Namjoon knew that Yoongi was too far gone into his omega instincts to really understand what he was saying, but he still tried. “Hyung, I’ll only let you scent me and vice versa, at least until the worst of it passes.” Surprisingly, although Yoongi whined, it seemed he understood, which made Namjoon content to know.
Yoongi’s heat only lasted two more days after Namjoon had arrived, two full days of pain, arousal, and exhaustion, and Namjoon didn’t know if he was going to be able to hold off any longer. Towards the end of his heat, Yoongi was starting to be a little more alert, out of the headspace he was in, and it was clear that he was mortified. Namjoon attempted to start a conversation with Yoongi but it was becoming more difficult than it was before. Surprisingly, it was Yoongi who finally spoke up.
“Um, thank you for helping me with my surprise heat.” Yoongi nervously played with his hands as he stared at the floor.
“Yoongi-ssi, I think we need to talk.”
“Hyung. I’m sure you can call me hyung now…” Yoongi cleared his throat and turned to look at Namjoon, “...with everything that happened, and, uh, yeah, we do, but let me talk first.
I wanted to properly thank you, especially for not trying anything or taking advantage of me while I was in the middle of my heat. Even though my roommate meddled and was the one who got you here, I don't think I was going to be able to survive this heat so I'm glad he did. And knowing my best friend, I'm pretty sure he told you about me imprinting on you.”
“He did, but how? Since when?”
“I don't know if it was because I became attached to your music before meeting you, but the day we were introduced was the day I imprinted on you.”
“Since then?” Yoongi kept fidgeting with his fingers, nodding in response. “So… Everything that happened that day we met, all the times I’ve felt confused because it seemed like I wasn’t wanted but at the same time I was… Was it all because of that?” Yoongi nodded again and Namjoon quietly laughed in disbelief. “Hyung, I thought you hated me.”
“I’m so sorry Namjoon-ah. I was so caught up in my own feelings about the situation that I didn’t even think about how it made you feel. I’m so sorry for doing that to you. Would you be willing to give me another chance? I promise that I will make it up to you.”
“Hyung, my alpha already sees you as a mate. As my mate. Of course, I would be willing to. As a matter of fact,” Namjoon extended his arm, “My name’s Kim Namjoon, pleasure to meet you.”
“Ah,” Yoongi returned the handshake that Namjoon was offering, “Min Yoongi, and the pleasure is mine.”