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“Ugh,” Jimin groans as he looks across the vast field to find a familiar face that he’d sincerely hoped not to see, “Why is he here?”
Taehyung looks across the way to find the man that Jimin is talking about. Taehyung narrows his eyes briefly as he searches before he understands, eyebrows rising in realization. “Because he also needs to complete the coming-of-age ceremony.”
“And he’s two years older than us,” Jimin rants, tossing over a disgusted look as much as he can, “He should have already done it.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue in his mouth, but he shakes his head gently, his brown fluffy curls bouncing in the bright sunlight that is washing down upon them. A light breeze that rolls by with the scent of fresh of spring flowers tussles the edges gently. “You know that Yoongi-hyung was taking care of his sick omega father the past few years,” Taehyung reminds softly, not giving any sort of grace to his words, but a simple repetition of fact, “Now that his father has already passed, he can finally join the coming-of-age ceremony freely.”
Jimin sighs out in disapproval, but he remembers to give proper respect to his elders; even if the one in question was Yoongi’s omega father. “Well,” Jimin starts, not even sure how to respond in a respectful way to the recently departed, “Blessed be his father’s soul then.” Taehyung tilts his head in Jimin’s direction, as if egging him on. “We both know I’m going to be the better omega between us.”
“Nobody can know that,” Taehyung says simply.
“Please,” Jimin groans, “I’ve been working with the babies and kids since I was one myself!”
“And Yoongi has been working with the elderly for just as long,” Taehyung reminds. Jimin presses his lips tight together in defiance before Taehyung gives him one of those looks that they both know means for Jimin to stop talking before he sticks his foot in his mouth. “And does it even matter as long as we’re together?”
Jimin looks at his best friend and lets his shoulders deflate as he sighs, “As long as you’re the alpha, I guess it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to go out into the forest.”
“I don’t think you could ride a horse as well as I can anyways,” Taehyung jokes as Jimin jostles Taehyung’s shoulder in jest.
Before they can speak any further, the head alpha rises up to a small stage that looks out across the wide-open field. There are perhaps twenty or thirty young adults all gathered before the stage, the bright afternoon sun kissing their skin as they wait for the word of the elders. Everyone is around Jimin’s age, though as indicated by his arch nemesis, some are older than him and some are younger. Everyone is thrumming with excitement at the idea of not only learning about their subgenders, but also finding out who their soulmate is.
Jimin doesn’t find any need to be curious though. He’s known for years that he will be an omega and that Taehyung will be his soulmate. They’ve been planning such since they were young, already picking out names for their future pups and agreeing to different domestic chores that they will be able to take care of. Jimin is simply excited for the new chapter of his life to begin as a mated omega, ready to become known as part of the adults rather than just another kid.
Luckily, Jimin already knows what to expect from his coming-of-age ceremony thanks to those older than him. He’s already talked a lot with Seokjin and Hoseok as omegas and Taehyung has already spoken with Namjoon at length about becoming an alpha. Jimin is left to nod along as the head alpha welcomes everyone to the biggest day of their lives, listening to the formalities and instructions from their elders. He knows he’s not the only one in the crowd who is familiar with the proceedings as he looks over at Yoongi to find him also bored by the way that the head alpha drones on and on about ushering in a new generation.
Jimin scowls at the mere sight of Yoongi picking at his fingernails, resolving himself to listen fully and wholly to whatever the head alpha says, desperate to show that he’s actually interested in what the elders say. He won’t be the one caught off guard when they call on him for a surprise answer.
Yet, there never comes a time when the head alpha calls upon any of them for a question like Jimin had hoped. Instead, they’re broken off into small groups where they are led by a trusted elder. The small group consists of only three unpresented along with an elderly assistant who will be the one to guide them through the process of finding their inner calling. Despite trying to stay together, Jimin and Taehyung are separated by nature of giving each person ample amounts of concentration to find their inner alpha or omega. Even though Jimin grumbles when they’re pulled apart, he also knows that it will likely create a stronger inner calling if he can focus fully on the elder, rather than playing with Taehyung.
The elderly omega woman takes the group off towards a corner of the field, far away from the others. Jimin can hear the small chatterings in the groups throughout the field, but the space is vast enough that everyone can have a semblance of privacy during their calling. Jimin knows the other two unpresented in his group, but he’s never been close to any of them. He follows obediently as the group sits cross-legged in the long, warm grasses of the field, letting the gentle wind pass by them when it blows.
“My sweet ones,” the elderly omega woman says with a warm smile that reminds Jimin of his omega grandmother, “Now I know that you all have some idea of the kind of person you’d like to be one day, right?”
“I want to be an alpha,” the girl, Seulgi, says as she raises her hand, “I hope I have a beautiful or handsome omega to give a wonderful life to.”
The woman smiles as she nods, “That is exactly what I mean. Now, I want you all to take your grand ideas of your future and toss them right out of the window.” She finishes her sentence with a bright smile, one that makes Jimin hesitate to believe if he’d heard her words correctly or not. “You may have some elaborate idea of if you’re going to be a strong alpha or a doting omega, but nature cannot be controlled by one’s desires alone.”
Jimin tries to imagine himself as an alpha, knowing that he could do it without too much difficulty, though he doesn’t know if it calls to him in the same way as being an omega would. Still, he tries to obediently to do as the old woman instructs him to. “Now, my sweet ones, we’re going to start the beginning of our coming-of-age ceremony. You are going to meet your inner alpha or inner omega soon. Are you excited?”
Jimin can’t help but agree, bouncing his legs softly in anticipation at the idea of finally learning about himself fully. He hangs onto every word that the woman says, desperate to try and reach out to his inner self just that tiniest bit faster. He listens as she instructs them to close their eyes and reach into the depths of themselves. Jimin has done meditations before as a child, but the way that the elder guides him through the deepest and darkest places of Jimin’s inner soul feels like nothing comparable.
He digs and digs and digs into his heart, unearthing old memories and remnants of time gone by. Dirt from years of burying his thoughts and emotions deep inside of him clings to his fingernails as he tries to find the sliver that the elder is guiding him towards. He doesn’t even know what he’s looking for, but the moment that he finds even the slightest hint that he’s in the right direction, he dives in full heartedly and unearths it from its long-awaited resting place. The scent of lilies and lavender washes over him as he pulls and tugs it out, finding his inner omega nestled just where the elder had told him.
“Jimin-ah,” she says with a soft smile when Jimin opens his eyes, not even realizing how the world looks so different while also being exactly the same as before, “You’re an omega, aren’t you?”
Jimin nods, hesitantly, unsure of if he’d made a mistake somehow. Yet, he can’t deny in his heart that the title of omega officially bestowed upon him, lily and lavender scent pouring weakly out of his scent gland, feels so right. Across the small circle of unpresented, Seulgi finds her inner alpha and blossoms as the scent of musk and moss radiates off of her. Jimin doesn’t quite know what to expect now that his subgender is finally clear to him and the rest of the world.
“Now that everyone has presented, we find your soulmate.”
“How will we know?” Jimin asks as everyone else bows their head to join the elder’s guide once again.
“You will find their scent; a person’s scent is special only to them,” she explains with a gentle, kind smile that tells Jimin his question is one that must be commonly asked, “After everyone has found their soulmate, we’ll join together with the rest of the group and you will find your mate’s scent.”
Jimin nods before he also joins in with the other newly-presented. He bows his head down as he closes his eyes, allowing the elder to guide him through the meditation steps. As he digs deeper into himself, everything else falls by the wayside. The temperature of the air melts away, the feeling of sunshine on his face, the scent of wildflowers in the distance. Everything disappears as he closes in on the scent of amber and heartwood, the scent reminding him of something deep in the forest. He doesn’t quite know what to do with his newly-found information until the elder closes the meditation and Jimin realizes that more than an hour has passed.
The sun is beginning to set, though it seems that such is well-timed. The first night of an alpha and omega’s coming-of-age is the night that they will endure their first rut or heat. Everyone must find their mate soon if they are to spend the night claiming one another’s scent gland and strengthening their bond. The group is brought back to the small stage where the head alpha takes his place once again.
Before he can begin speaking, Jimin rushes over to Taehyung with excitement, ready to bathe himself in the scent of amber and heartwood again, only to be stopped by sunshine and wildflowers instead. “Jimin-ah... I’m an omega,” Taehyung breathes out at Jimin’s alarmed face, looking at his best friend and the one he’d called his soulmate for years, looking equally heartbroken at the news, “I... I didn’t think...”
Jimin shakes his head, opening his arms up for Taehyung who he can tell needs the comfort. “It’s okay,” Jimin gently rocks Taehyung in his embrace for a brief moment, “People can’t predict nature.” Jimin can only imagine the pure panic Taehyung must feel upon learning that his subgender is different than he’d always dreamed of. An entire life he’d built up in his mind suddenly taken from him.
Jimin feels as a few hot tears soak into his shirt before the head alpha begins speaking, quickly pulling Taehyung’s attention away. Jimin is grateful that as the head alpha speaks, Taehyung throws himself fully into listening, learning about what to expect for their first night together with their soulmate. “I saw you were paired with he-who-shall-not-be-named,” Jimin whispers.
“Yeah,” Taehyung says under his breath, “We all got a lot of surprises in our group.”
Before Jimin can ask what Taehyung means by such, one of the elders shushes the group and Jimin knows better than to test their kindness.
“Now, as you all watch the sun set upon your first day of the rest of your life, let your noses guide you to find the one who will complete your soul,” the head alpha says from his spot on the stage, breaking for a moment to let the young adults look around them, “You will know their scent from your heart. Once you find them, you must hurry to the martial homes to spend your first mating cycle together. Give yourself fully to them and let nature guide you through your claiming.”
Once let loose, Jimin slowly stands up and tries to let his nose guide him to the person he will spend the rest of his life with. There are a number of others, but not so many that he finds it difficult to process everyone’s scents either. He wanders, letting his nose seek out the scent of amber and heartwood, finding beaches and mountain air instead, until he catches a whiff that seems familiar. He turns around in its direction frantically, desperate to find who it belongs to, walking through the crowd to find its owner. Yet, as he lets his nose guide him, he follows until he’s left with none other than Yoongi standing before him.
Jimin glares hard at Yoongi, rolling his eyes, “What’re you doing here?”
“Finding my omega,” Yoongi snaps out with an annoyed tone, “I’m already frustrated enough today; go away, Park.”
Jimin stops in his tracks, feeling as his heart stills in his chest for a brief moment. Then, he shakes his head to clear his mind, “Your omega?”
“Yeah, I’m an alpha,” Yoongi grumbles with an exasperated eye roll, “They have a lily and lavender scent, so unless you’re admitting to me that you’re one of those whose soulmate isn’t in our pack, leave me alone.”
Jimin feels his entire body’s weight sink into his feet, grounding him and keeping him stuck in place. Slowly, he looks around to find most of the other members of the pack are already paired up and gone, leaving only a few stragglers. There has to be a mistake, there can’t...
Before Jimin can even fully process, Yoongi’s head slowly rises until his gaze meets Jimin, his mouth falling open of its own accord. They stare at each other for both the briefest and longest moment, before Yoongi shakes his head, “Oh fuck no.”
“You’re not my alpha,” Jimin snaps, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking one hip in defiance, sticking his nose up in the air as he refuses to even look at Yoongi, “No way. I refuse.”
“As if I’d want you as my omega,” Yoongi immediately counters, “I don’t want a stuck up, spoiled little omega for my mate.”
“Who’re you calling stuck up and spoiled!?” Jimin shouts back, “As if I’d want you for an alpha anyways!”
“You’re literally sticking your nose up into the air like you’re too good for me,” Yoongi points out as Jimin changes his stance only so Yoongi doesn’t have anything to complain about, “Ugh, no, it has to be a mistake, you can’t be my omega.”
“Good,” Jimin snaps, “My alpha is going to be cool and strong, neither of which you are.”
Yoongi seethes, but before he can add anything else, one of the alpha elders comes up to them both, “Have you two found your mate?”
“It has to be a mistake,” Jimin immediately implores before Yoongi can say anything, knowing that the elders always were kind and gentle to him. He wonders if Yoongi can say the same thing. “My inner omega has to be confused.”
The elder looks between the two and shakes her head, “The inner omega is never confused. Nor is the inner alpha. Your true self knows their other half better than our brains could ever.”
“My inner alpha is saying that he’s my soulmate,” Yoongi explains, “but that can’t be right. I can’t stand him.”
“Speak for yourself,” Jimin retorts with a snap of his head in challenge, “I would never let you be my alpha in the first place.”
The elder evaluates the two before her, shaking her head softly with a gentle smile, “I believe your souls are intertwined much more than either of you two ever planned. Jimin-ah, I know you were set on Taehyung, but there’s a stronger pull here than you ever had with Taehyung.”
“No!” Jimin cries out instantly, turning to the elder, “Taehyung is my soulmate, I know he is!”
“Friends can be soulmates, but not in the same way that your partner is,” the elder corrects, “but you two have a synergy that most mates don’t have upon presenting.” Jimin presses his lips together as he looks over at Yoongi who seems equally displeased. “Go get your blessing from the head alpha, you two.”
The elder walks away as Jimin watches the field empty of other people before he sighs heavily. “I hate you,” Jimin mutters loud enough for Yoongi to hear as they walk over towards the head alpha, “Don’t think that just because we’re mates that it means anything.”
“The feeling’s mutual, Park,” Yoongi says back.
“Ugh, the idea that my children are going to be a Min makes me physically sick,” Jimin groans as they step up in front of the head alpha, waiting for the head alpha to turn his attention from his conversation with one of the elder assistants to them. Yoongi only rolls his eyes once before the head alpha turns to them both with a gracious smile.
“Ah, little Yoongi and Jimin,” he says as he extends his hands out to gently ruffle both of their hair, “You two are mates?”
“Not by choice,” Jimin pipes up, earning an immediate scowl from Yoongi, “Our inner alpha and omega must think this is a cruel joke.”
The head alpha laughs heartily, pressing his hand against his chest just above his heart. “I think that your inner alpha and omega know quite well what they’re doing,” he laughs, “You two may head to the martial house on the edge of the village near the Jeon’s house for your claiming tonight.”
Before Jimin can say anything, Yoongi visibly shudders. “I forgot we have to...”
“Oh yes,” the head alpha confirms with a head nod, “But I think you two will have no problem with heeding your claiming call. I can sense a strong bond between you two even now. Hurry, before your mating cycles arrive.” He motions for them to head off to their martial house where they’ll spend the next few days during their first mating cycle together. The house is perhaps a fifteen- or twenty-minute walk away, but a bit of light exercise tended to spur on the process of their mating cycles. They’ll be lucky if they manage to make it through the door before their instincts take them over.
The walk to the house is dead silent. The only sound between them is the occasional sigh when they can bear the situation no longer and leaves and dirt crunching beneath their shoes. They make it to the assigned martial house and find it lit inside with a single candle burning in the window. Jimin supposes that during or shortly after the head alpha’s speech, the elders assigned to the coming-of-age ceremony must have gone to each home to ready it for the new couples. As they approach the house and the light begins to flicker clearer in Jimin’s vision, he can feel the way that his body grows hotter and hotter.
As Yoongi opens the door to the martial house, Jimin’s forehead is beaded with sweat as he pants lightly, feeling like fire is licking along his inner veins. “I don’t want this with you,” Jimin prefaces as he removes his shoes and comes into the house, “If it wasn’t for my inner omega...”
It’s a tiny shack really, just four walls with a bed, a bath basin, and a miniscule kitchen. The floor itself is worn down from the generations of couples who have used it for their coming-of-age ceremony or new parents who have given birth in the house. A single window lets in a flood of fresh moonlight, the white light thick with its fullness tonight. Jimin hardly has to take more than five steps before he’s already at the foot of the bed, staring down at the worn patchwork quilt and deciding that it looks like the most comfortable thing he’s ever set his eyes upon for some reason that he passes off only as desperation from his hormones.
“Are you scared?” Yoongi says as he comes over to Jimin, almost looking as though he is drawn physically forward despite not wanting it, “Worried I’ll make you feel too good and you won’t be able to hate me anymore?”
“As if!” Jimin exclaims, feeling the way that his inner core throbs with blatant need and desire for the alpha in front of him. He wants to run away from Yoongi, his arch nemesis since infancy, but the alpha’s scent is growing too intoxicating and delectable for Jimin to possibly push away. “You’re going to be the one chasing me like a knot-stupid alpha after this. I’ll make you feel too good and you won’t be able to stop yourself.”
Yoongi grins wildly, his canines already long with his claiming call, as he steps closer into Jimin’s personal space. The scent of amber and heartwood fill Jimin’s nose so pungently and thickly that he feels himself physically lean forward to gather more of his mate. “Oh yeah?”
Jimin pants, sweat sheening on his skin, “Yeah...”
They both surge forward in a hard, desperate kiss. Jimin feels as Yoongi’s hands immediately reach down to wrap around his back, pulling him in tight against Yoongi’s strong chest. Jimin’s hands come to rest on Yoongi’s shoulders before he guides them up through Yoongi’s dark locks as they kiss hard. The kiss feels so good, so right, that Jimin whines almost instantly, his body willingly giving itself up for Yoongi entirely, desperate for an alpha’s touch.
Jimin feels as Yoongi backs him up to the bed, until they’re both falling down upon it. Jimin’s back nestles into the quilt as he pulls Yoongi on top of him, needing more right now. He tugs on Yoongi’s shirt as he feels Yoongi do the same to him, angling them both into place. Yoongi pulls away from Jimin’s lips only to immediately attach them down Jimin’s neck, kissing and nipping with the blunt of his teeth until Jimin is gasping and whining in pleasure, squirming on the bed beneath Yoongi’s touch.
“Ah alpha!” Jimin cries out as Yoongi’s hand fully tugs his shirt off, tugging and rolling his thumb over Jimin’s nipple while his teeth bite down on the peripherals of Jimin’s scent gland.
The rush of pure lust that runs through Jimin’s body makes him buck his hips before he realizes that the strange throbbing from his center has been slick gathering at his entrance. Just as the first surge of slick that gushes out of his body stains his pants, the scent of thick lilies and lavender fills the bedroom, mingling his omega scent in with Yoongi’s alpha pheromones. “That’s right,” Yoongi coos, “Cry out for me, Jimin-ah.”
“F-fuck you,” Jimin whines between a moan, his words weak in the onslaught of how good Yoongi’s body feels against his own, “Just... stupid... omega instincts.”
As if to prove himself, Yoongi reaches one hand down to slide between Jimin’s legs, caressing the slick spot on his pants before he grazes his hand over Jimin’s hardening cock. The move makes Jimin’s entire body grow taut for a brief moment before he relaxes back into the bed. “You’re going to feel so good to fuck,” Yoongi preens as he grabs at Jimin’s drawstring on his pants, tugging it off, “I’ll knot you so good you’ll forget everything except my name.”
Jimin shakes his head, but his body doesn’t listen. Instead his fingers tug and pull at Yoongi’s pants, ridding him of the remainder of his clothing. When Yoongi is bare above him, Jimin naked on the bed, Jimin’s brain feels completely fogged with nothing more than pure desire. The sight of Yoongi’s thick cock drives Jimin’s needs into overdrive, reaching down to stroke as he imagines how good Yoongi’s knot will feel inside of him. It’ll stretch his virgin inner walls perfectly, fill him with Yoongi’s thick seed, make him come so hard that he can’t think about anything else.
Jimin feels a shiver run down his spine once before he blinks and tries to surface once again. “I still hate you,” Jimin promises as he uses his free hand to grab onto Yoongi’s hair and pull him in for another hard, sinful kiss.
Jimin doesn’t know if he’d distracted himself or if Yoongi had simply taken the opportunity, but Yoongi uses their kiss to circle two fingers around Jimin’s slick entrance, sliding the first one in as Jimin pulls back from their kiss. As Jimin pulls away, a loud moan tears out of his body at the way Yoongi’s finger stretches him open, squeezing his eyes shut as he rides out of the wave of pleasure. He hardly even registers how easily his body accepts Yoongi’s touch before a second finger is joining the first, focusing only on rocking his hips in time with Yoongi’s fingers.
“Are you sure?” Yoongi asks, but Jimin can’t even remember what he’s supposed to be sure about. Jimin pries his eyes open to stare into Yoongi’s beautiful brown, mouth suddenly dry when he processes just how perfect Yoongi looks before him. Yoongi’s perfectly shaped nose, his wide cheeks and chiseled jawline, the expanse of his forehead and the thickness of his lips. All before Jimin gasps and lets his eyes flutter shut as Yoongi’s fingers curl inside of him. “You seem to quite enjoy my touch right now. I knew you couldn’t resist.”
Jimin shakes his head meekly, feeling as his body gushes slick with each one of Yoongi’s thrusts from his fingers. “Hate... you...”
“You want my cock?” Yoongi asks, purposefully curling his fingers again to make Jimin moan loudly.
“Please, alpha!”
Yoongi pulls his fingers out and sticks them between his lips, savoring the taste as Jimin positions himself, spreading his legs and looping them around Yoongi’s hips above him. “Doesn’t it make you so angry that you’re willingly going to fuck me?” Jimin asks as Yoongi finishes cleaning his two fingers and reaches down to guide the head of his dick to Jimin’s slick entrance.
“The opposite,” Yoongi immediately counters, “I’m the one who’s winning here, making you beg for my dick so readily.”
“I-!” Jimin starts, only to be cut off by the way that Yoongi sinks into his tight hole. Jimin’s entire body melts into the bed immediately as Yoongi’s cock stretches his entrance wide, pleasure filling him so heartily that he thinks he may be drowning.
He hardly even notices how loudly he moans at the stretch until Yoongi is smirking down above him, goading as he mutters, “See?”
“You’re an asshole!” Jimin shoots back.
“One that’s going to fuck you stupid,” Yoongi says as he starts to thrust inside of Jimin.
Jimin can’t say anything else as his body eagerly lets Yoongi make quick and easy work of him. Each thrust has Jimin moaning and gasping, desperately reaching up to dig his nails into Yoongi’s back, begging for more with each snap of Yoongi’s hips. “Ah yes! Fuck me just like that!” Jimin cries out with each move, “Prove how much you hate me.”
Yoongi’s effort grows stronger and harsher as they continue, as if chasing the passion behind their years of rivalry together. He fucks until they’re both panting and sweaty, their bodies growing light and heavy all at the same time. “You’re always so mouthy,” Yoongi comments, his thrusts harder as he speaks, “I just want to shut you up all the time.”
“You can,” Jimin says between his cries.
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, “From now on, I’ll just fuck you until you can’t speak anymore.”
Jimin reaches up to grab onto Yoongi’s hair again, pulling him down for a thick kiss, “Make me come, alpha. Like only my mate can.”
Before they pull away from their kiss, Yoongi lets his knot begin to grow, stretching and tugging on Jimin’s sensitive walls until it all grows to be too much. Jimin’s body spasms as he comes easily, his cock spurting his weak omega come over his belly as his muscles twitch, head tossed back as he lets himself fall over the edge. In the midst of his own orgasm, he hardly notices the way that Yoongi locks into him, coming himself as he spills readily into Jimin’s body, filling him up with come.
“My omega,” Yoongi growls as his canines extend, his claiming call finally here.
“Claim me, my alpha,” Jimin begs.
Yoongi’s teeth sink into Jimin’s skin as he punctures Jimin’s scent gland. Jimin’s body twitches instantly as another rope of come spills out of his cock, his limbs limp and useless beneath his alpha. Jimin whines low in his throat at the claiming, feeling the newly burning desire to please his mate in any way that Yoongi wants. Perhaps with another round of knotting.
“Ugh,” Yoongi groans as he pulls back from Jimin’s neck, Jimin’s blood staining his fangs, “You taste gross.”
“You’re the one to talk!” Jimin shoots right back, “You eagerly ate my slick while we were fucking earlier.”
“Knot-stupidity,” Yoongi counters with an eyeroll, “Damn, my inner alpha is a fucking moron to want you.”
“My inner omega must be deluded to think you were our best pick,” Jimin argues back. There’s a brief silence as the two stare at each other, before one shift makes Jimin hiss in oversensitivity. Jimin takes in one long breath through his nostrils, averting his glance before he mutters out, bashful, “Your knot feels so good inside me though.”
“Oh thank the gods,” Yoongi lets out a relieved sigh, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to stop myself from bending you over every surface in this house tonight.”
“I still hate you,” Jimin counters, “but I’m not opposed to that. I still have to claim your scent gland later tonight too.”
“I still hate you too,” Yoongi confirms, “but maybe we could try from behind next?”