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It snowed last night, and Jungkook definitely doesn't have time for this. His car is an amorphous blob of white, and the snowplow, when it passed by earlier, created an icy pile at the foot of his driveway.
Jungkook struggles to dig his car out of the snow, his muscles burning even though he's less than halfway done the driveway. He's going to be late for work, and he can't afford to be late again.
He throws down his shovel in frustration and loosens his scarf. He's a little sweaty, and the cool air feels good against his scent gland. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to catch his breath.
There's a crunch of snow under boots.
He opens his eyes to find a tall alpha holding his discarded shovel. He's familiar, someone Jungkook has often seen around the neighbourhood, riding by on his bicycle, or out walking his little dog. They've never spoken, but he always gives Jungkook a half wave and a dimpled smile as he passes.
Today, he's dressed for the weather in a red sweater under a puffy black vest, dark hair tucked under a white tuque. His eyes flit to Jungkook's exposed next for a second before snapping back up to meet his eyes, a flush blooming high on his cheeks.
He clears his throat. "Sorry to bother you, but I was just passing and I thought maybe…I could give you a hand?"
"Oh..." says Jungkook, looking back apprehensively at his house. Jungkook's boyfriend has made it clear that he's not allowed to talk to other alphas. He'd be furious if he even saw Jungkook standing here like this.
"That's nice of you," he replies, "But I can handle it. I wouldn't want to trouble you."
The alpha smiles. "It's no trouble," he says brightly, "And it's not that I don't think you're capable! It's just...well I always see you leave around this time, and I wouldn't want you to be late for work."
Jungkook blinks in surprise. The alpha's eyes go wide with embarrassment.
"Not that I'm watching you or anything!" he adds quickly, "Or, no more than is normal. For neighbors! I...sorry, I'm not trying to be creepy.”
He rubs a hand over his face.
“I just tend to take Rapmon, that is, my dog? Walking around this time every day so I just...noticed. And I don't work until 2, so I'm happy to help really!"
He snaps his mouth shut, seeming to realize he's babbling. Jungkook can't help but giggle at how flustered the alpha is. It's…cute.
He looks back up at the house again. The bedroom blinds are closed. His boyfriend is sleeping off a hangover again, and never gets up to help Jungkook anyway. Besides, Jungkook really is running late for work.
"Ok," he says shyly, "If you really don't mind, that would be great. Thank you, um -?"
"Namjoon," supplies the alpha, beaming down at him, his scent bright and brimming with happiness.
"I'm Jungkook," Jungkook says, grinning back.
The work goes quickly now that there are two of them. Namjoon easily shovels the huge drifts of snow, while Jungkook warms up his car and clears it off with a brush. In no time they are done, panting together in front of Jungkook's car.
"Thank you so much!" Jungkook says, "I think I'll just make it. My boss would have killed me if I was late again!"
"Any time!" Namjoon says earnestly, "Seriously, this was fun for me."
Jungkook laughs. "You've got weird hobbies Namjoon-ssi."
Namjoon chuckles good naturedly. Jungkook reaches out to take the shovel back, but the alpha holds onto it, using it to tug him a bit closer. Jungkook looks up into his eyes in confusion. Namjoon licks his lips nervously, his eyes flitting over Jungkook's face.
"Hey," he says in a low voice, "I know you have to run but...would you want to grab a coffee with me sometime? A new cat cafe just opened down the block and I've been wanting to go and see if I can make Rapmon jealous."
Jungkook can't help but smile at the image even as a wave of guilt washes over him. He didn't mean to lead Namjoon on.
"That sounds like a lot of fun Namjoon-ssi,” he says carefully, “but...I have an alpha."
Namjoon's face falls. "Oh," he says, "Of course you do. Sorry! I should have figured! It's just, you were out here working away all by yourself so I thought maybe...but anyway, it's no problem. I'm glad to help."
The reminder of his alpha's lack of attentiveness smarts, bringing those same raw, needy feelings Jungkook has been experiencing a lot lately bubbling to the surface. He feels he has to explain.
"My alpha, he uh...works early so he couldn't help," Jungkook lies, "He had to leave at 8. On the bus."
Namjoon nods slowly. "Right," he says, "Well I'll see you around, Jungkook-ssi."
"Bye, Namjoon-ssi," Jungkook says in a soft voice, watching as the alpha walks back down the driveway.
This is good, he tells himself. He's doing the right thing.
Namjoon stops and turns back to look at him.
"Hey Jungkook-ssi?" he says, looking at him intently, "Just...if I had an omega and I had to leave by 8, I'd be out here shoveling at 7."
Jungkook's mouth falls open. He feels a flush creeping up his cheeks. It's bold. And an insult to his alpha. But his omega preens nonetheless.
"Have a good day at work!" the alpha calls over his shoulder as he walks back up the street.
Jungkook watches him go, a warm feeling blossoming in his chest. Finally, he shakes his head and hurries to his car. He really has to get going.
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Jungkook needs salt.
Not the cooking kind, but the kind to melt the ice on the sidewalk in front of his house so someone doesn't break their neck and sue him into oblivion.
Or sue Ji-ho more accurately, since his boyfriend comes from money and owns the house and everything in it. The only thing Jungkook has to his name is the beat up old car he drives, and he will cling onto that as long as he can, despite Ji-ho’s complaints of it being an eyesore.
It's the reason Jungkook's family had accepted his offer, and the reason Jungkook is currently staying with him for a "trial run". Ji-ho has all the money in the world, so he can take care of Jungkook's every need.
Financially anyway.
Still, Jungkook has so far hung on to his part time job teaching skating at the community centre. He likes the kids, the cold, and the thrill of movement on ice. But more than that, it makes him feel…good. Independent. Like he’s keeping a little piece of his life just for himself. And though Ji-ho laughs and tells him he’s wasting his time, the alpha has so far not forced him to quit, which Jungkook appreciates.
So for now, Jungkook works, and while he does so, he likes to contribute in his small way to the household expenses. Like today for example, Jungkook is out picking up some things he’s noticed they need from the hardware store.
Salt.
He finds the snow removal aisle, and grabs the handle of the biggest bucket. It’s heavier than he expected, and rather than picking it up, Jungkook just sort of manages to drag it off the shelf, stumbling around with it like a shot putter before dropping it on his foot.
“Shit!” he exclaims, hopping back.
“Shit!” comes another voice, “Are you ok?”
Jungkook looks up to see Namjoon standing at the top of the aisle, looking at him with wide, concerned eyes. He’s dressed in a dark parka, and confusingly given the weather, running shoes. His hair is damp, like he’s just come in from the snow. He hurries down the aisle towards Jungkook.
“Let me get that for you!” he says, taking the handle of the bucket gently from Jungkook’s fingers and hoisting it easily into his arms.
“Oh, hi Hyung! Uh…thanks,” Jungkook says, feeling strangely shy.
It's been a couple of weeks since Jungkook first met Namjoon on that snowy morning. Since then, he’s seen him around the neighbourhood a few times. Now that the ice is broken, Jungkook always stops for a few minutes to say hello, or to scratch Rapmon’s ears.
Jungkook loves how the alpha’s eyes light up when he catches sight of him, and the nervous enthusiasm with which Namjoon will tell him about the book he’s reading, or the song he’d just listened to, or the interesting tree he passed in the park. And he also loves how adorably flustered the alpha gets.
Once, Namjoon dropped a whole bag of groceries when Jungkook casually touched his arm. They’d laughed together until their sides hurt, slipping around on the icy sidewalk as they tried to pick everything up.
Since then, they've been…something. At an exhilarating place along the road from acquaintances to friends.
Jungkook looks up at Namjoon, his face turning mischievous. "What are you doing here, Hyung? Stalking me again?”
As intended, Namjoon blushes to the roots of his hair.
“N-no! I…aish come on, Jungkook-ah, I’m just here getting more batteries for my Discman.”
Jungkook grins, filing away the fact that Namjoon still uses a portable CD player in 2024 for future teasing.
“Well thanks,” he says, “That box is heavier than it looks.” He turns up the aisle, “I’ll just grab a cart.”
“I can carry it for you!” Namjoon says eagerly, “If you want.”
“Are you sure?” asks Jungkook, looking back uncertainly, “You don’t have to.”
“It’s no trouble Jungkook-ah, seriously,” says Namjoon, hoisting the box more securely so it digs into his hip. And Namjoon's a big strong alpha, sure, but there's no way that's comfortable.
Jungkook bites his lip to hold in a smile. “Ok. Thanks Hyung!”
They meander off through the store, chatting companionably. Namjoon finds his batteries (and Jungkook finds his opportunity to tease him), and then they spend a long time in the pet aisle, seriously discussing the relative merits of different chew toys before finally settling on a squeaky pineapple plushie as a present for Rapmon. It's…fun. And it feels nice to do this kind of thing with someone.
They’re finally making their way to the check out when Jungkook remembers.
“Oh, I still need light bulbs!” he says, “Just a sec!”
He hurries down a nearby aisle and quickly locates the ones he likes with the softer light high on the top shelf. He strains on the tips of his toes to reach it, but can’t quite get his fingers around the box. Suddenly there is warmth at his back.
“Here,” comes Namjoon’s low voice behind him, and Jungkook swears he can feel the words rumble in his chest, “Let me.”
Jungkook has noticed Namjoon's scent before of course, but always outside, and never in such close quarters. He smells…wonderful. Rich and comforting and heady in a way Jungkook can almost taste.
Namjoon takes a sharp inhale, his whole body stiffening behind him. Slowly, Jungkook turns to face him and finds the alpha’s eyes already on him, pupils wide and dizzyingly close, arm stalled mid-reach above his head. Jungkook is caught for a moment, omega at attention and frozen in his gaze.
Unconsciously, Jungkook licks his lips, and he sees Namjoon’s eyes follow the motion for a split second before widening and snapping back up.
“Sorry!” he says quickly, “I just thought…um…here.”
He grabs the lightbulbs and shoves the box into Jungkook’s hands.
“Thanks…” says Jungkook weakly, mortified to hear how high and airy his voice comes out. He breathes through his mouth and tries to pull himself together, forcing a bright smile to hide how unbalanced he suddenly feels.
“I…uh, I think I’ve found everything I was looking for, Hyung,” Jungkook says shyly.
Namjoon is quiet for a moment, just looking back at him, serious and slightly sad.
“Yeah,” he says softly, “Me too.”
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They pay, and Namjoon walks Jungkook out to his car, helping him load his purchases into his trunk. He shuffles his feet awkwardly.
“Well…I’ll see you later Jungkook-ah!” he says.
Jungkook frowns. “I’m driving you home, Hyung.”
“You don’t have to!” says Namjoon, “I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “It’s such an inconvenience. You live what, a block away? C’mon.”
He grabs the alpha’s sleeve and drags him laughing to the car. They head to Jungkook's house first, because Namjoon insists on helping him carry in the salt.
“I’m not saying you’re weird for liking Pokémon, Hyung!” Jungkook laughs as they walk up the driveway, “It’s a cute show. I’m just saying I haven’t watched it since I was about ten.”
“I saw your face!” says Namjoon grinning, “Judgmental! But there are deeper aspects you can only appreciate as an adult. I’m telling you, Jungkook-ah, if you were a fan as a kid, you should at least give the movies a shot. I have them on a USB, next time we see each other, I’ll-”
They reach the porch, and the front door bangs open to reveal Ji-ho, handsome and furious. He’s dressed to the nines, designer suit, hair gelled back in an artful swoop, shoes impractically shiny for the weather.
“Jungkook-ah!” he says crossly, “Where the hell have you been?”
Jungkook jumps and hurries guiltily up the stairs. “Sorry Hyungnim! I was just-”
“I’ve been calling you for an hour!” interrupts Jiho, looking him over with a frown, “We’re supposed to have dinner with my fraternity friends at 7, and you’re not even close to ready.”
Shit. Jungkook forgot the plans. And his charger. And his phone has been dead since lunchtime. He looks down at his sweatshirt and ripped black jeans, comfortable, but a far cry from the type of thing Ji-ho likes him to wear to impress his friends.
“Sorry Hyungnim!” he says again softly, “I forgot. I just…it was so icy when I got home today, that I thought we really better put some salt down so no one gets hurt, you know? So I just popped to the hardware store and-”
Ji-ho rolls his eyes. “How many times have I told you not to concern yourself with menial shit like that Jungkook-ah?” he snaps, “Can you seriously not get it through your head to leave a note for the maid?”
Suddenly, Namjoon is at his side, still holding the box of road salt. His eyes are fixed on Ji-ho, and he seems bigger than usual, shoulders thrown back and standing to his full height.
“Hey,” he says in a level voice, “Jungkook was just trying to help.”
Ji-ho finally seems to notice Namjoon. “And who the fuck are you?” he snarls.
There’s a burst of alpha pheromones from both sides, so strong and sudden that it makes Jungkook’s head spin. He folds in on himself instinctively, making himself small.
“Th-this is Namjoon, Jiho-hyungnim,” Jungkook hurries, “He’s our neighbour. He was…he was just helping me carry stuff.”
“Right,” says Ji-ho slowly, his eyes narrowed. Namjoon stares back stonily, not even blinking, a far cry from the shy, fumbling alpha Jungkook is used to.
“Well you can just set it over there,” Ji-ho says at last, waving carelessly, “And if you’re expecting a tip, you’re out of luck I’m afraid. I never carry cash.”
He drags Jungkook into his arms to scent him showily at the neck, his hand resting possessively just above his ass. Jungkook forces himself to remain pliant, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Go get ready, Baby,” Ji-ho says in a low voice that leaves no room for argument, “And wear one your new shirts, and a bit of that nice makeup I bought you too, ok? My friends’ omegas really take care of themselves, I wouldn’t want you feeling out of place.”
Jungkook’s face heats with embarrassment, and he starts to turn instinctively towards Namjoon.
The hand at his back stiffens.“Go!” barks Ji-ho, “Now!”
Jungkook scurries to obey, squeezing past him into the house. He can feel Namjoon’s eyes on him, scent thick in his nose.
Just as he reaches the stairs, Jungkook turns to look back at him. Namjoon’s face softens as soon as their eyes meet.
“Thanks for your help, Hyung!” Jungkook says softly, before he runs up the stairs.
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It’s late, and Jungkook can’t sleep.
He feels alone though Ji-ho snores next to him, dead to the world from the alcohol and the late hour. It's like an inevitable sort of sadness has crept up in the quiet of the night. One Jungkook doesn’t always notice, though it’s always there.
At last, he gets up quietly and creeps down the stairs, pulling on a jacket and boots over his pajamas before slipping out onto the porch.
It’s quiet outside, but a different sort of quiet. Less oppressive and softened by the snow, which is falling gently in big flakes. He hugs his arms around himself and sets off down the street, no particular destination in mind, just knowing he needs to get away, if only for a few minutes.
He’s just past the apartment block up the road when he hears quick footsteps behind him. There’s no rush of the instinctual fear he’d expect from being pursued in the dark though.
Turning, it feels inevitable to see Namjoon jogging up, jacket pulled haphazardly over purple pajamas covered in little blue koalas. He skids to a stop in front of him.
“Jungkook-ah!” he pants, “Hi! I, uh, just saw you passing from my apartment.”
“Watching me again Hyung?” Jungkook asks in a weak attempt at teasing.
Namjoon doesn’t laugh though.
“Yeah actually,” he says, “I've been thinking of you all night. I had to make sure…just, are you ok?”
“Oh,” says Jungkook, looking down, “Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Good…that’s good,” says Namjoon softly.
Jungkook shrugs. There’s nothing more to say.
They stand in silence for a moment, Jungkook studiously examining the pattern of the frost on the sidewalk. At last, Namjoon’s hand comes up, hesitating for a second before tucking a bit of Jungkook’s frankly unkempt hair behind his ear.
“Only…you seem so…sad,” he whispers.
Jungkook finally meets the alpha’s eyes. Namjoon looks so handsome, bathed in the orange light of the street lamp like a memory. So sweetly concerned, nose pink from the cold, snowflakes sticking to his hair and his ridiculous pajamas. It makes Jungkook’s omega ache.
He doesn’t let himself think. He stumbles forward into Namjoon’s chest and stretches up on his toes to press their lips together.
Namjoon staggers back, breathing in sharply through his nose before his arms wrap securely around Jungkook’s waist and he begins to return the kiss.
It’s soft and tentative and painfully sweet. He smells like aftershave, and toothpaste, and Namjoon in a mix that feels like home. Jungkook lets out a little sound, pressing closer.
At last, Namjoon’s hand comes up to caress Jungkook’s cheek, and he pulls back just slightly, their noses still touching, like he can't bear to move farther than that.
Jungkook keeps his eyes mostly closed, but through his lashes he can see that Namjoon is flushed, pupils wide.
“Jungkook-ah…” he whispers, “Baby…I…I want this so much. But we should talk first. Your boyfriend…”
“I don’t care,” Jungkook whispers, so soft he is really just breathing the words into Namjoon’s mouth, but the alpha seems to hear from the way his body tenses against him.
Jungkook presses even closer and winds his arms around Namjoon's neck.
“I don't care,” he says again, “I need this. Just…kiss me. Please, Alpha.”
It’s like it ignites something in Namjoon. He surges forward to press their lips together again, all uncertainty gone. They kiss desperately, entwined together in the snow.
Jungkook’s head is spinning. He’s been kissed before, of course. Lots of times. But those kisses were a means to an end. A tool used by an alpha to get what he actually wants.
This is different. Namjoon kisses him like it’s sacred, and it’s filling a hole Jungkook hadn’t realized was dug in his chest.
He melts in the alpha’s arms with a whimper, tangling his fingers in his hair. He wants to be closer, he wants everything.
Namjoon seems to be on the same wavelength. He cradles Jungkook tighter until there isn’t a breath of space between their bodies. It's cold around them, but Jungkook feels warm, warm, warm.
There’s a slam of a car door somewhere behind him, and it brings Jungkook back to reality with a start. He breaks the kiss and pushes himself out of Namjoon’s embrace, staggering back a few paces.
What’s he doing? Jungkook isn’t like this, what’s gotten into him?
Namjoon is the picture of crestfallen confusion, his hair mussed from Jungkook’s frantic hands, his lips still red from their kiss.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispers, backing away, “I’m so sorry.”
He turns and runs up the street.
“Jungkook-ah!” comes Namjoons voice behind him, but Jungkook doesn’t slow.
He runs until he’s back inside, then falls back against the door and slides to the floor, panting. He sits like that for a long time, thinking hard in the darkness, and still tasting Namjoon on his lips.
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Namjoon stays on the sidewalk for an embarrassingly long time after Jungkook runs off. He knows it’s dumb, but can't go inside. Just in case. But Jungkook doesn’t come back.
When Namjoon finally drags himself back to his apartment, he’s frozen, and so tired that he only just manages to get to work on time the next morning. Later, after collecting Rapmon for a much needed walk, he heads past Jungkook’s house. But Jungkook’s beat up old car isn’t in the driveway. And it isn’t there the next ten times he walks by either.
Namjoon is sure the neighbours are suspicious of him. Even Rapmon gives him a judgemental look when his feet turn in that direction again, but he can’t help it. Finally, he plucks up his courage to ring the bell.
The maid who answers is wholly unimpressed, informing him curtly that the masters are away and that they never buy from door-to-door salesmen anyway before snapping the door shut in his face.
As the days pass, Namjoon becomes increasingly worried and sleepless, his alpha not letting him rest for more than a few hours each night. There’s nothing he can do though. He has no way of contacting Jungkook. He doesn’t even know his last name.
It’s the afternoon of the fourth day, his day off, and Namjoon is definitely not sulking. He’s just…relaxing on his couch. Eating iced cream for breakfast. At 3 pm. In the same clothes he wore yesterday.
There’s a knock at the door. Rapmon goes beserk, but Namjoon just groans. It's probably one of the little girls from the 7th floor selling Omega Guide cookies again. Namjoon is incapable of saying no to them, but he already has six boxes and he doesn’t even like mint chocolate.
“Hey, Rapmon, hush! Cut it out!” he hisses.
There’s a pause, and then the knocking gets more insistent. Namjoon frowns, but just then a scent hits his nose, and he’s up and across the room, flinging the door open before his brain has time to catch up.
Jungkook is standing there, looking breathless and pink from the cold, and so beautiful it takes his breath away.
“Hi Hyung,” he says, “I thought this might be you. I mean, I figured this was your building but I didn’t know which unit, so I worked my way down from the top.”
Namjoon can only stare stupidly at him, so Jungkook continues in a rush, “And I recognized your…well your scent here the other day, but no one was home when I knocked. I mean, except Rapmon, I think he knew it was me.”
Namjoon’s brain creaks back online. Rapmon. Who is currently jumping all over them and making such a racket that he’s sure to get a noise complaint.
“I’m so glad you came back,” he says, “Do- would you like to come in?”
Once they’re inside, Namjoon finally has the chance to look him over properly. Jungkook looks so cute with the way his hair curls out under his hat, but he seems wan and tired, his scent subdued. Unacceptable.
“Are you ok?” Namjoon asks, “Is there anything I can…do?”
He’s entirely not sure what he means by that, but he knows that if Jungkook asks for anything, he will probably agree in a heartbeat. He reckons he could probably figure out how to hide a body if need be.
“I’m good,” says Jungkook.
He bends down to play with Rapmon, studiously not meeting Namjoon’s eyes. It makes his alpha crazy, demanding that they grab the omega to scent him and check him for injuries, but Namjoon pushes this thought aside with difficulty and waits.
“I uh…left my boyfriend,” Jungkook says after a moment, “We just weren’t compatible. We still have stuff to work out with our families, but he agrees. I think. I’m staying with my sister for a bit across town.”
It’s amazing news. Namjoon feels a swooping sensation in his gut, a million possibilities entering his head at once.
“I picked up some of my stuff today,” Jungkook continues, “And Ji-ho had put these in the box. They were my Christmas present to him.”
He gestures to a pair of ice skates that Namjoon hadn’t noticed before, slung over his shoulder.
“It was a stupid idea. I mean I should have known, it’s totally not his thing.”
Finally, Jungkook looks up and meets his eyes. “But I was thinking…maybe…you’d want to go with me?”
Jungkook looks so sweet and shy and hopeful that Namjoon’s alpha is clawing at his chest, demanding that Namjoon…kill a bear, or win a war for him or something. He eyes the skates apprehensively.
His old nemesis.
“Jungkook-ah…” he says hesitantly, “I would go literally anywhere with you. But I suck at skating. Like really bad. I’ll fall on my ass.”
“Oh,” Jungkook says softly. “It’s fine, we don’t have to. But…they just opened the river for skating and it’s so nice out. And I’d help you, Hyung.”
Jungkook blinks his big brown eyes up at him and it’s a direct hit. Total knockout, rest in pieces Kim Namjoon, you're a goner.
So they go skating, and Namjoon does suck, but Jungkook stops him from falling on his ass. Almost every time.
Namjoon doesn’t care though. Because Jungkook holds his hand to steady him, and keeps smiling his bunny little smile, his scent so bright and happy that Namjoon feels like he’s ten feet tall.
They skate until the sun sets and everyone else trickles away, leaving just the two of them in the floodlights. Finally, the cold gets too much for them to ignore, and they decide to go find a cafe to get some hot chocolate.
They are just stepping off the ice when Jungkook notices he dropped a glove.
“I’ll get it for you!” Namjoon says eagerly.
He bends to retrieve it but overbalances, flailing comically before tumbling into a snowdrift at the edge of the river. Jungkook glides over to him like a frigging Olympian.
“Hyung! Are you ok?” he asks.
And it would be touching if his whole body wasn’t shaking with poorly concealed laughter. The brat.
“Fine!” Namjoon says, and then, in a fit of childishness, he tugs Jungkook down by the front of his coat.
The omega falls into the soft snow next to him with a squeak. Jungkook immediately retaliates by trying to stuff snow down the front of Namjoon's jacket. They tussle back and forth, giggling like pups, until Namjoon finally pins him with a playful growl.
He looks down triumphantly and finds Jungkook staring back at him slightly dazed, his eyes wide and glassy, a flush high on his cheeks. His little pink tongue pokes out to wet his lips.
Suddenly, Namjoon’s alpha wants to devour him whole. He doesn’t even have a chance to be nervous before he’s diving forward to kiss him. He feels a gasp leave Jungkook’s lips before the omega is melting beneath him, twining his arms around Namjoon’s neck as he kisses him back.
Encouraged, Namjoon pulls off his snowy gloves to cup Jungkook’s face tenderly in his hands, deepening the kiss.
He can’t believe they’re finally here. After all the months watching and pining, he has Jungkook in his arms. He's real and perfect and better than all his daydreams.
Jungkook sighs into him, so soft, so sweet. It sets Namjoon on fire. He strokes at the hinge of Jungkook’s jaw, tilting his face just so and the omega’s mouth opens pliantly, letting him lick deep inside.
He shifts to cover Jungkook’s body more fully with his own, alpha hindbrain roaring to the surface. He runs a wrist down the omega’s neck, his chest, his stomach, wanting to spread his scent everywhere, but unable to stop kissing him for even a single second. But it's not enough. There's too much between them.
Namjoon reaches the hem of Jungkook’s jacket and hesitates for just a second, because he was raised right. But then the omega squirms under him, letting out a little whimper, and he short circuits.
Namjoon slips his hand underneath to find smooth skin, so warm under his touch. He spreads his large hand wide over the omega’s belly, splayed fingers covering him from nearly hip to hip. He's so soft, and surprisingly delicate in his hold.
A wild, almost frightening possessiveness burns through Namjoon. He feels it start to bleed out into his scent. His hand slides up to grip tightly at the omega's hip.
Jungkook breaks the kiss and throws his head back with a gasp, revealing the long line of his neck. Namjoon surges forward to mouth over it, all teeth and tongue and hot breath.
Jungkook smells exquisite. His regular, much beloved, scent is stronger here at his throat, but with a cloying, succulent sweetness blossoming that makes Namjoon want to howl at the moon. He lets out a deep growl, no longer playful.
Jungkook writhes under him, and his fingers tighten in the hair at Namjoon’s nape. He bares his neck further.
“Alpha…” he says breathlessly, “Do you maybe…have hot chocolate…back at your place?”
His place. Yes. His den. He can keep Jungkook warm and safe there, all for himself. They could…
It’s like an electric shock through Namjoon, and suddenly there’s energy coursing through him, his mind laser focused on getting them home as fast as humanly possible. With great effort, he forms words.
“Yeah,” he pants, “Cookies too. Let’s go!”
He springs to his feet, dragging Jungkook up with him easily, and starts off towards the car.
Jungkook is shaking with laughter. “Hyung! The skates!”
Namjoon growls and lowers him back into the snow to attack the laces on his skates, fumbling and probably taking a lot longer than if he’d just let Jungkook untie them himself, especially since the omega won’t stop laughing.
But in the end he manages it, and they find their way home.
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It snows again that night. But for them, it's always warm.
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