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Of course Seokjin wouldn’t be at the office the next day, but that didn’t stop Jungkook from knocking at the door of Kim & Kim Bookkeepers when he did his mail rounds. No answer, as expected. Hopefully, Seokjin was at home, resting. He refused to think about the rut flicks he’d seen. They couldn’t be true. Not entirely, anyway. No one had that kind of endurance, hormones notwithstanding.
All weekend, Seokjin was on Jungkook’s mind, when he woke up with a start before dawn, thinking his phone was ringing (it wasn’t), when he washed and folded the family’s laundry, when he tried a new recipe that had come to him in the shower, and when he tried in vain to fall asleep late Sunday night, tossing until his blankets were knotted around him and he had to get up and remake the whole bed.
Close to dawn, he gave up on sleep and replayed some favorites of Seokjin’s podcasts, finally dozing off listening to Seokjin’s whispered confessions about the beta he’d had a crush on back in his last year of high school, who’d teased and denied him for months and then finally, when he’d made Seokjin a desperate, sniveling mess, railed him into tomorrow and then never spoken to him again. Jungkook tuned out that last bit, indulging in a vision of himself as the beta and many repeats of that one-off event leading to supporting Seokjin while he went to business school, keeping him company when he had to pull all-nighters, helping him study for exams, making sure he was rewarded with the most satisfying congratulatory fuck Jungkook’s little beta cock could provide.
It was a struggle not to doze off at the front desk on Monday. He alternated between staring out into the night, letting the flow of headlights and taillights past the building’s glass doors lull him into a state of semiconsciousness, and dropping to the tile floor when the lobby was empty for a stealthy set of pushups to wake himself up.
Seokjin still hadn’t made an appearance by the time Namjoon arrived for his shift. Jungkook had no idea if he’d come in today or was still recovering at home. He’d thought about texting but decided it would be too intrusive if his rut was still in progress. It had only been four days, after all, and every rut porno he’d ever watched led him to believe that was barely the halfway mark.
Even so, he paused outside the door of Kim & Kim Bookkeepers with his mail cart, focusing his attention on the murmur he thought he heard inside. He was probably wrong—the building’s HVAC system sometimes sounded like the hum of distant voices—but still he hesitated, straining his ears, and then decided there was no harm in knocking just to check.
There was no answer, of course. Seokjin was no doubt at home, hydrating and… He shook his head sharply to clear away the not-safe-for-work thoughts that tried to surface and pushed his mail cart to the elevator.
He was halfway to the subway when he got the notification. A new episode? Today? He stepped into a bus shelter to be out of the wind and pressed play. “Hello, my friend,” Seokjin murmured into his ears. He sounded fine. No sign of the roughness from Thursday night. Maybe this was prerecorded?
What a dumb alpha story I have for you today, Seokjin continued. You’re going to laugh at me.
A young couple came into the bus shelter, holding hands and laughing loudly enough that he missed Seokjin’s next words. He gave up the shelter to them and resumed his walk, turning the volume up in time to hear, I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the hour or thinking about his… I was a little… Anyway, I forgot to take my suppressant pill before I went to bed.
Jungkook stopped walking and a man bundled up in a thick coat and hat brushed past him, throwing a curse over his shoulder.
I barely slept, and I was so hung over and tired the next day that I decided to work from home. He huffed out a laugh. And here’s where it gets really stupid. I fell asleep on my couch answering emails and I forgot to take my pill again. Two days in a row. I probably don’t have to tell you where this is going.
This was not prerecorded. Seokjin was talking about last week. It was Jungkook’s fault he’d forgotten to take his pill. They’d both overindulged that night, but it must have hit Seokjin harder. He wasn’t at the office the next night.
If you think I went into rut the very next day…you’re right. Another breathy laugh. But that isn’t the worst of it. It came on me at the office. One minute I’m fine and the next… So I called down to the desk for a taxi, and guess who answered. And not only that, but he ended up having to come up and practically resuscitate me, and then— And then! Seokjin’s voice had reached almost its normal speaking tone, which had never happened on his episodes before. There was a noise in the background. A sharp sound immediately followed by a staticky click of the recording cutting off. Another click and Seokjin’s voice came back at its usual whispery volume. That was him, he hissed. He just knocked on my door. I know it was him. Nobody else has ever knocked at this hour. Oh my god. He sounded like he was breathing hard, like he was scared. It’s okay, he left. I hid under my desk.
Oh my god? Jungkook thought. Seokjin was talking about him. He had knocked, what, ten minutes ago? Fifteen? Seokjin was in there recording? Seokjin hid from him? Seokjin had been avoiding him? Suddenly his stomach was feeling very unwell and he shuffled closer to the dark face of the nearest building so he could lean against it for support.
I know what you’re thinking, Seokjin continued. Just talk to him. There was a soft thud and a sigh. Maybe Seokjin had propped his elbow on the desk, or maybe he’d faceplanted. But listen, I can’t. Okay? For one thing, he works here. What if I said something and he was so offended that he quit? Or filed a complaint? I don’t want to move offices. I like my office. Not that anyone would act on the complaint of a beta, but in a way, that would be worse.
What was Seokjin even talking about? Why would Jungkook file a complaint? He had to be talking about Jungkook, there was no doubt, but moving offices? Quitting his job? Had something happened at work that he didn’t know about?
Wait, but I didn’t even finish my story. So this beta—he had to take me home. He literally carried me to my door. It was the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me. It was more embarrassing than being fucked and dumped in high school.
Listen, can you imagine? There I was, reeking like a garbage bin in summer, soaked in sweat, and this little beta from my work—”
Jungkook yanked an earbud out and crouched on the sidewalk, his back flat against the building, and buried his face in his hands. Yep, he was going to have to quit his job. He’d traumatized Seokjin to the point he had to vent about it on his podcast, holy fuck. Why did he have to show off like that? Seokjin said he could make it upstairs if he rested, and he probably could have. Jeon Jungkook, you complete idiot.
For a second he thought he might be sick on the sidewalk, but he hadn’t eaten anything since before work, so it was only a passing gut lurch that faded into a dull throb at his temples. He shouldn’t listen anymore; he knew it was a terrible mistake that would only make him more miserable than he already felt, but a horrible compulsion made him jam the earbud back in.
…from my work with abs that put that Taecyeon cover shoot to shame and a face you’d fall in love with at first sight picked me up like I weighed no more than the average sack of rice and jogged up three flights of stairs without even breaking a sweat and—
Wait.
Jungkook stared at the earbud pinched between his fingers. This didn’t sound like Seokjin was upset. He shivered, pulled his jacket closer around himself, and put his earbud in.
—a sweat and set me on my feet at my doorstep. God, it was so fucking hot, I almost popped a knot while he was carrying me. And do you know what I did next? A long pause. Jungkook could hear him breathing. I’ll tell you what I did. I said goodnight and he walked away and I went in my apartment and… Okay, you don’t need to know the details, but you can probably imagine. You want to know the details, don’t you? Kinky bastards. If the thought of my scent on him had kept me up two nights earlier, it was nothing compared to this. I spent the next…I don’t know how long. I lost track of time, but I’ll just say it was hours. It was long enough that I was sitting on one cheek the whole next day.
Yeah. Another long pause. Anyway, he’s my coworker and he’s five years younger, and he’s…god, he’s so cute. And he’s sweet. He’s much too sweet to tell me what a big dumb alpha I am and tease me until I’m begging. And he’s pining after this omega who smells like candy who just rejected him for some beefcake alpha, so. Milkshake, Jungkook thought as he listened to another long, slow inhale and a longer exhale. She smelled like milkshake, and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like her, and Seokjin still didn’t know that. That’s my dumb alpha story for the week. Ah, well. Such is life. Goodnight, my friend.
His playlist kicked back in when the podcast ended, and he spent a solid minute staring at a cigarette butt at the base of a lamppost while Paul Kim crooned something depressing into his brain until everything clicked into place.
Seokjin had been recording this new episode, talking about him, when Jungkook knocked on his door earlier. Seokjin liked him, but he thought Jungkook liked that omega, which he did not, and Seokjin was still at work now, thinking that completely wrong thing instead of the truth, which was that Jungkook was ready to fuck him senseless right here and right now, and also kiss him on the lips and be his boyfriend or maybe husband, and Jungkook was not going to sit here for even one second longer and let this criminal misunderstanding continue. He was going to fix this right now.
He sprang to his feet and started back toward the office, not quite at a run but almost. He was less than a block from his destination when he had to backpedal to a stop because Seokjin was five meters away, head down and walking fast directly toward him.
He stood his ground.
“Hyung,” he said when Seokjin was close enough that there was a non-zero chance of a collision. Seokjin pulled up short and a look of pure horror came over his face, which Jungkook decided to ignore. “You’re looking so much better!” Jungkook stepped forward, arms spread wide, and Seokjin stepped back, which he similarly ignored in favor of wrapping him in a much longer hug than the puny one he’d been given last week. Seokjin made a sound that could most accurately be described as a squeak, and Jungkook smiled into his shoulder and dragged his nose against that spot beneath Seokjin’s ear that was the source of the ripe fig and spice aroma flooding Jungkook’s awareness.
When he’d breathed his fill, he leaned away, still holding Seokjin’s shoulders. Even under the streetlights, Jungkook could see that his ears were going a brilliant red.
“I’ll walk you home,” he announced. Seokjin stammered something that Jungkook knew was an attempt at a refusal, but he wasn’t going to be dissuaded again. He’d let himself be turned away from an alpha in rut who’d wanted him after all, and then he’d accepted Seokjin’s weak excuse about that pre-dawn call the next morning. This time, he wasn’t going to be so easy. Or, he supposed, this time he was.
“You know, hyung,” he said, wrapping his arm tightly around Seokjin’s and coaxing him back to a walk, “I’ve been thinking about you.”
“Oh?” Seokjin croaked.
“Oh yes.” They paused at the corner and crossed with the light before he continued. “I’ve been thinking about how good you were to me last week.”
Seokjin made a soft questioning noise but didn’t say anything, and when Jungkook glanced at him, he was staring straight ahead, ears still aflame.
“When I was at my lowest moment in a while, you rescued me and and cheered me up.”
“’Snothing,” Seokjin mumbled.
“And then I had such a nice time going out with you,” Jungkook said, peeking at Seokjin’s expression from the corner of his eye, “even if we did maybe overdo it on a work night.” Jungkook tipped his head toward Seokjin so it rested against his shoulder as they waited for another light to change. “Ah, hyung,” he sighed, hugging Seokjin’s captured arm and propping his chin on his shoulder to gaze up at him. His ears really were an alarming color, and he seemed to be perspiring despite the cold wind.
They continued merrily toward Seokjin’s apartment—or at least, Jungkook continued merrily; Seokjin continued robotically, Jungkook nearly having to drag him forward as they got closer to his building.
“Hyung,” Jungkook said when they were half a block from their destination.
He slowed his pace, and Seokjin stopped walking entirely, so Jungkook stepped around to face him, his hand sliding down Seokjin’s arm to his hand, which was bare and very cold. He held it between both of his to warm it.
“Hyung, I need to clear the air about something. It’s important.” Seokjin’s face took on an expression of dread, and Jungkook realized he must be scaring him, so he hurried to add, “It’s nothing bad. At least, I don’t think so.” Seokjin seemed to relax slightly, so he barreled on, “I was just thinking, it’s totally fine that Namjoon-ssi is engaged to a coworker. Where else are you supposed to meet someone if not at work where you spend most of your waking time? I don’t think it’s a problem at all.” Seokjin was looking at him with a pinch to his brow, like he wasn’t entirely following the conversation. “What do you think, hyung? Because I think work relationships are absolutely, completely fine.”
“I…” Seokjin cleared his throat. “I guess.”
“Also, hyung, it was Namjoon-ssi I was interested in. You know, the beefcake alpha I work with.” Seokjin blinked hard, and then again. “Not the omega from the chiropractor’s office on six, the alpha. Namjoon-ssi. The security guard.”
“I know who Namjoon is,” Seokjin said weakly.
“I am totally over him,” Jungkook hurried to add. “It was just a passing crush. I’ve moved on, one hundred percent.” He smiled and forced himself not to give in to the unbearably strong urge to break eye contact. “Thanks to you, hyung.”
“I—”
“Hyung,” Jungkook said seriously, “I have a confession to make.” Seokjin’s hand had warmed up in his own, so he switched to the other one, which was now even more icy. “You know, it isn’t very common, betas who feel like I do. A lot of people are pretty judgmental about it. I’ve been called some nasty names, so I mostly keep it to myself, but the secrecy can also make you feel like it’s shameful, which it isn’t; I know that for sure now. Because a couple years ago, I found…a friend…who gave me a lot of encouragement. He made me feel like I wasn’t all alone, and like maybe I wasn’t so weird after all and someday I could find an alpha who might want me.”
“Oh.”
“All I’m trying to say, hyung, is you really are a dumb alpha if you think I’m not interested in you.” Seokjin’s mouth had opened slightly, like he was about to speak but his words had gotten lost on the way out. “Also, I am not a sweet little beta. I am a sexy beta, and I can be very rude. Now can we go back to yours?”
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin said, his voice gone all gravelly again, like it was last Thursday.
“I could carry you again if you want.”
That seemed to snap Seokjin out of the near-trance he’d been in. His hand, which had been limp in Jungkook’s, took hold, and he started walking, nearly dragging Jungkook after him. He barely paused to punch his security code in before yanking his building’s outer door open and pulling Jungkook inside and up the stairs to the fourth floor.
He stopped outside his door. “Jungkook-ah, really? Are you sure?”
“Hyung,” Jungkook said, stepping closer and taking Seokjin’s hand again. “I promise, there’s no beta in this world who’s more sure he wants to slip his little cock in you and fuck you until you knot your own hand.” He pulled Seokjin’s hand between their bodies and pressed it against his fly to let him feel the truth of his words, pressed his open mouth to the fragrant spot beneath Seokjin’s ear and sucked.
“Fuck,” Seokjin said, clutching Jungkook against him by his waist. Jungkook leaned against him harder. “Come inside.”
“I’d love to.”
“Fuck.”
Seokjin’s apartment didn’t bear any signs of his recent rut. His scent permeated the space, but it was light and enticing, not the dense mustiness of days ago. He led Jungkook through a tidy living room to a bedroom with a decadently large bed as its centerpiece.
“You know, hyung, I really wanted to come inside on Thursday and put you to bed.”
“You did?”
“But hyung was so determined to do it on his own. How did that go? Hmm?” He closed the bedroom door and turned back to Seokjin, who had sunk down on the edge of the bed.
“Could have been better.”
“Oh I bet.” He stepped between Seokjin’s knees and braced his hands on the bed on either side of his hips so they were face to face. “I spent the whole weekend wondering how you were getting along.” Seokjin licked his lips, and Jungkook leaned in to take the plump lower one between his own and bit it gently. “Where’s your stuff?” he said against Seokjin’s lips.
While Seokjin rolled over to reach his bedside table, Jungkook wasted no time stripping off his shirt and was starting on his trousers when Seokjin turned back with a bottle and packet in his hand.
“Wait, let me.” He dropped the stuff on the bed and pulled Jungkook’s hands away from his trouser button to replace them with his own. He got the button open before taking a moment to admire the skin he’d already bared. “You were a very naughty beta to flash these at me in my moment of extremity,” he said, running his fingertips over Jungkook’s abs and then gripping him around the waist.
“It was only because you thought I was weak.”
“Only?”
“Mostly.” Jungkook smiled at the memory. “Also, I’d already realized you were my podcaster friend-slash-fantasy of two years, and I hoped maybe you’d consider letting me help you through your rut if I showed interest.”
“Minx.”
“But you didn’t.” He pushed his lower lip out in a pout. “You turned me away. Mean hyung.”
Seokjin slid Jungkook’s zipper down and tugged his trousers over his hips, letting them fall around his ankles, leaving him in only a pair of fuschia boxer briefs. “Fuck. Do you always wear these under your uniform?”
“Not these exact ones. I have all the colors.”
Seokjin reached for his elastic waistband, but Jungkook grabbed his hands. “Not yet.” He hauled Seokjin up off the bed and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, tossing it onto a chair in the corner and starting on his shirt buttons. As he worked, he pressed his hips close against Seokjin, relishing the feeling of the solid length of alpha cock straining against his trousers. “You were trying to hide this from me,” he said, grinding his hips against Seokjin’s cock. “Being all coy with your jacket wadded up in your lap.”
“My dry cleaners almost turned me away when they saw the state of it.”
“I saw anyway, though. It’s impressive. Too bad you won’t get a chance to use it.” Jungkook got the last shirt button open and shoved it aside to clamp his teeth hard against Seokjin’s collarbone. He yelped and tried to jerk away, but Jungkook held on.
“Let go, you little vampire. You leech.”
“Leech?” Jungkook exclaimed with mock offense. “You say that like sucking is a bad thing.” He latched on to Seokjin’s neck again and giggled when Seokjin moaned out a high-pitched wail.
He pulled his lips from Seokjin’s neck with a pop and inspected his work, noting with pride the angry red mark that would surely linger until tomorrow at least, and set to work on his fly. It was quick work to get his suit pants off, and then Seokjin was standing in modest black briefs that were so stressed by the massive cock inside that the waistband was gaping in front from the strain. Carefully, Jungkook stretched the elastic and lowered the briefs so Seokjin’s cock sprang free.
“Good thing you aren’t into sucking because there’s no way that would fit in my mouth. I bet it’ll barely fit in my hand.” And to check, he wrapped a hand around it, his fingertips just barely meeting when he squeezed, which made Seokjin whimper.
Jungkook put a hand on his chest and with a gentle shove, knocked him back onto the bed in a boneless sprawl. He shooed him farther up the bed and crawled over him.
“Let me see.” Seokjin reached for him again, but he leaned away.
“Let me see,” he said, and guided Seokjin’s legs up so he could evaluate the mission. Seokjin accommodated him by gripping the backs of his thighs and spreading his legs. Jungkook licked his forefinger and pressed it against Seokjin’s hole, which yielded to the lightest pressure.
“I was just in rut!” Seokjin said.
“I didn’t say a word.” He pressed in a little farther. Seokjin was still slippery inside, and loose enough that he’d have to use all his skills to make him feel anything at all. He pulled his finger out and picked up the bottle Seokjin had discarded. “We probably won’t need this. Unless you like feeling like an omega.”
“Not necessary,” Seokjin admitted, resting his feet back on the mattress. “I just spent the last three days fucking myself on the smallest toy money can buy.”
“That’s so kinky, hyung.” He gave Seokjin his wide-eyed innocent look. “Were you thinking about anything in particular?”
“No,” Seokjin said, and pressed his lips together.
Jungkook laughed. “Maybe you’d rather use your little toy now.”
“I wouldn’t. I’d rather you take these off.” He grabbed at Jungkook’s boxers and got a finger under the elastic, stretching it and letting it go with a stinging snap when Jungkook pulled away. “You’re not being a very sweet beta right now,” he sulked.
“I happen to know you don’t want a sweet beta.”
“You’re still cute though. Maybe even cuter when you’re being bratty.”
“I am not.” Seokjin smiled in a way that made Jungkook think he’d committed a strategic error, so he added, “I’m a beta who’s about to make you forget what one plus one is.”
“Then do it already.”
Far be it from Jungkook to waste a dramatic moment, so he raised himself up on his knees, looming over Seokjin, and shimmied his pants down enough to reveal only the top edge of his close-cropped pubic hair.
“You little punk. You tease.”
“Hmph,” Jungkook said and made as if to pull his pants back up, but Seokjin’s hand darted out to stop him. “Greedy hyung,” Jungkook reprimanded and then continued to lower his pants until he freed his aching cock. “Now behave yourself,” he told Seokjin, whose eyes were fixed on his erection like nothing else existed in the world, “and you might just get a treat.”
He scooted forward until Seokjin’s hips were propped up on his thighs and bent his legs back again. Seokjin held them without being asked, so Jungkook gave his thigh an approving stroke. “You ready?”
“Been ready.”
“Hmm, been thinking about me?” Seokjin only sniffed in reply. Jungkook guided his cock to Seokjin’s opening and pushed in. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about?” Seokjin was loose, so loose, so Jungkook pulled back, adjusted his angle, then rammed forward, his cock dragging roughly against Seokjin’s walls, eliciting a gasp.
Seokjin’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back against the mattress, the long line of his neck and his bulging Adam’s apple as enticing as his scent filling the room. It was almost enough to make Jungkook lean over him and give him another nip, but he had a goal to achieve and there was no room for petty distractions.
He snapped his hips again, again, shifted slightly and again, listening for every whimper, noting every pant and grimace. Seokjin’s cock was slapping against his own belly with every hard thrust, darkly engorged and no doubt aching. He could see it jerk and throb when he paused momentarily to catch his breath.
Seokjin opened his eyes, but Jungkook didn’t give him a chance to comment. He pressed his thighs back even farther and picked up the pace until Seokjin was letting out gutteral exclamations with every thrust. Finally, he let go of one thigh, letting it fall to the side, and gripped his own cock. His hand must be bigger than Jungkook’s because his fingertips did touch, but Jungkook had no more than a glimpse before he started jerking himself faster than the eye could follow, cursing under his breath and moaning whenever Jungkook got the angle just right.
“Gonna— Fuck, gonna knot.” He let go of the other leg and wrapped the other hand around the base of his cock, tendons standing out on his arm with strain.
“Glad that alpha cock is good for something,” Jungkook remarked, grasping at the last of his energy for this final effort, glutes and abs on fire, refusing to slow until Seokjin came with a cry, his head rearing back and muscles seizing as he spurted almost as much as a rut porno.
Jungkook pulled out and jerked himself until he came over Seokjin’s hand still gripped around his knot and then executed an acrobatic maneuver to collapse next to Seokjin on the bed rather than on his torso covered in a puddle of jizz.
“So,” Jungkook said when he’d caught his breath.
“Yeah.”
“I really like your podcast.”
Seokjin flailed an arm out and whacked Jungkook across the chest.
He burst into giggles. “Seriously, I’m a big fan. Longtime listener, first time caller.” He rolled onto his side so he could get a good look at Seokjin, and what a sight he was: flushed and glistening with sweat, the mark Jungkook had left on his neck darkened to purple, spattered with his own come and Jungkook’s. And he’d been up there on the seventh floor all this time. It had to be fate.
“I’m not taking any more callers,” Seokjin said sleepily, his eyes still closed, chest rising and falling in a slower rhythm. “One is all I need.”
“Perfect.”