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It had been exactly an hour since Hoseok had begun the quarterly meeting with his men.
Another long, grueling day consisting of instructing on how to discipline subordinates over lost income and informing his men on how to run a tighter ship. It wasn’t easy, but he made it look that way.
The alpha was leaned over the long table, sleeves to his crisp linen dress shirt rolled to his elbows. His grown out chestnut hair, slicked back in a neat coif.
Namjoon, Jungkook and Tae, some of his most trusted advisors, were listening attentively to his long-winded plan.
The Jung household was effectively the headquarters of Seoul’s underground drug trade. Nothing went out or came in to the streets without passing by the four men gathered in the dimly lit study. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling behind him. A bankers lamp at his mahogany desk cast a warm tone. But these walls withheld much more illicit dealings than simple business.
The leader spoke lowly, covering the trade from the last few months in detail. The other alphas took turns writing things down, and asking pertinent questions. Every word that came out of the leader’s mouth was analyzed with great care. His position as the most powerful man in the family was not to be questioned.
The hours ticked on, into the night as the meeting progressed. It was nearly midnight, and they had yet to reach a stopping point.
That was, until their discussion was interrupted.
A soft knock came from the far end of the study.
Hoseok paused, turning his head with empty eyes flickering to the door.
His men glanced at him curiously, expecting an explanation. However, he had none. They weren’t expecting any visitors. The home had enough security to assure that whoever it was must’ve had an excellent reason to interrupt. After a drawn out silence, the leader spoke.
“Well?” Hoseok called loudly in his deep voice, making sure the guest knew he was addressing them.
Slowly, the heavy oak door to his study creaked open. In the shadow of the dim, warm lighting was a slight figure. A heady, cloying smell filled the man’s nose, causing him to stiffen instantly.
There was no intruder. No business guest. Not like he had expected. In fact, the small body that pressed behind the door thoroughly surprised him. The absolute last person he would expect to see during these late hours, let alone in this room at all.
A familiar soft voice echoed, breaking the silence. And the confused look on the alpha’s face intensified.
“Hobi?”
Dressed in an oversized tee shirt that belonged to the alpha, his thin legs clutched together as he stepped gingerly into the view of his men. He looked fearful and timid. Shivering, even. The presence of three other alphas, even if they were familiar to him, must’ve been intimidating. His bleach blonde hair hung in his face, obscuring most of his eyes.
Hoseok deflated slightly, leaning his gaze down. He blanched, not knowing what to say. This had never happened before.
The omega knew better than to come in here during work hours, or to call on his alpha when he was around dangerous men. His brows knit together in concern.
“I’m sorry....”
He was frozen near the door now, arms wrapped around himself, looking down in embarrassment. His cheeks were flushed pink. He was able to see it even from across the room.
Hoseok took a smooth tone, doing his best not to spook him, “C’mere...” He opened his arms, crouching down slightly to invite the omega over to him, “Yoongiah, come to alpha.”
He hesitated for a moment, looking at the other men with parted lips. The conflict on his face was evident.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. They don’t mind.”
Yoongi bit his lip, before stepping forward, hurrying into Hoseok’s beckoning arms. He crashed into him, grasping at the front of his shirt with his small hands and burying his face in his neck. He breathed deeply, shaking lightly as he exhaled. The smell of Hosoek visibly calmed him from whatever he was feeling, but a hiccup still escaped his lips as he tried to speak.
“Shh, hey,” Hoseok whispered into his hair, kissing, “What is it sweet pea? Tell me.”
“It’s...” Yoongi whispered softly, “I think- I’m...”
The smaller then whispered something inaudible into his neck.
“Hm?”
Yoongi sighed, moving his warm lips to Hoseok’s ear.
Following his admission, he clutched at Hoseok’s shirt. His gaze was still downcast in shame, unsure how his alpha might react. The timing was anything but perfect. It certainly was a surprise for both.
After a moment of holding the omega, bouncing him on his thigh comfortingly, Hoseok had taken a firm grasp on Yoongi’s waist, hoisting him up. The taller then pivoted to sit him on top of the conference table, facing toward him. His stooped down onto his knees in front of the omega. He pushed his upper body down onto the table so he was laying flat, legs dangling over the side.
This was definitely not protocol for meetings, or normal behavior of Hoseok in front of his businessmen. But then again, there was no normal with him. And no one would question his motives. Not when he was signing their checks.
“Let me take a look, honey” Hoseok cooed, “Lets see what’s going on down there, hm?”
Hoseok slid his hands up his sides, hiking up his shirt and pulling down his underwear.
And although he knew Yoongi wasn’t lying, he was surprised at just how far things had progressed already. Especially considering his level of composure.
The inner skin of his pale thighs were drenched in slick. His little pink cock laid against his hip, painfully erect. His pussy seemed to have already been worked open, drooling and twitching at his hole. Yoongi was undeniably entering heat, full force. How neither of them had anticipated this, though, was unusual.
“Mm... Your little heat did come early, huh honey?” Hoseok whispered sweetly, massaging the omega’s thighs and looking up at him. His hair hung over his face as he observed between his legs.
The boy’s expression was distressed and anxious, likely feeling a million things right now.
“I’m sorry, Hobi,” Yoongi said softly, looking up at the ceiling, “I tried to... to.... but I couldn’t. I’m sorry I interrupted.”
Hoseok hummed at his confession, standing up and leaning over him.
He appreciated the apology. It was true that if it had been anyone but else knocking at that door during their quarterly discussion, someone would’ve left the conference room in limbs.
But it wasn’t anyone else. It was his polite little omega. In a tremendous amount of pain and discomfort, calling out for his alpha. He placed a tender kiss on his lips, stroking his hair from his damp forehead in an effort to soothe him.
Yoongi keened, huffing when the alpha suddenly withdrew and stood straight up again.
Hoseok finally looked up, gazing at the men still seated at the conference table while squeezing the boy’s thighs. He nearly forgot their presence, they had been so quiet. It seems that he had trained everyone in this room well.
“Not sure if you heard,” Hoseok started, his signature deceptively sweet smile lighting up his face.
The men stared back attentively, waiting for the boss to speak.
“The little peanut went into heat.”
There was a beat of heavy silence, followed by a collection of low growls and hums from the other alphas.
Normally, he would never expose his own heating omega to a room of sexually charged grown men. Especially since Yoongi was extremely desirable. An expensive, highly sought-after little thing. Some might crudely refer to him as a designer omega. Hoseok had gone to great lengths to court and keep the beauty as soon as he presented, fighting many others for his possession.
Yoongi was an incredibly rare fertile male. Most male omegas couldn’t carry pups, but his baby could. And he was stunningly beautiful, on top of it all. However, he was his claimed mate, with a bite that was prominent and dark on his neck. And Hoseok had known Joon, Kook and Tae for years. They had been around him. They had acclimated to his baby’s scent, even if they were not immune to his beauty.
They had always controlled themselves around him. And they were all acting so well -tempered and reserved right now. Hoseok was impressed. Maybe they deserved a little reward. A show.
Yoongi whined, squirming under his grasp. His legs parted naturally, hooded eyes looking up at him.
“He needs my help,” Hoseok said casually, “I take it you’re alright with me doing that for him?”
The three alphas across from him shared surprised, skeptical glances with each other. Not that anyone can say no to Jung Hoseok. But he thought he would be exceptionally polite and present the situation at face value. After a moment of quiet murmuring between the men and some shifting in chairs, they nodded collectively.
He smiled at them, before leaning back down to the omega and kissing his forehead.
“Don’t mind them, baby. You’re ok.”
Yoongi sighed, shivering and grasping at the alpha’s waist haphazardly. He was, no doubt, normally self-conscious around the other alphas. But his needs were clouding his judgement at the moment. His inhibitions were quickly being replaced with need.
Hosoek smoothly slid back down on his knees, wasting no time in hiking the boy’s leg over his shoulder to get a good view.
He used his thumbs to open him up, spreading him wide. His perfect pussy was swollen and dripping, inviting Hoseok to toy with it. And who was he to resist? He then swiped a finger across his opening, collecting his slick to lubricate his fingers.
Yoongi yowled, throwing his head back and shivering.
“What happened angel?” Hoseok teased, before sliding a long, bony finger all the way in to the knuckle, “Couldn’t do it yourself?”
Yoongi squirmed, pulling him closer with his leg.
“I... tried to put my fingers... but...” He said, cheeks turning red, “I couldn’t reach.”
“Reach what, honey?”
He knew exactly what the omega was referring to. He just wanted to hear him say it. Yoongi shifted uncomfortably, glancing back at the men behind him momentarily.
“My s-spot...”
Hoseok then began sliding his long finger in and out, making sure to push all the way in and withdraw entirely each time. He hooked his finger up, rubbing against it. Yoongi twitched in surprise, dripping new, fresh slick.
“That?” He smiled.
Yoongi shook his head yes quickly, his breathing becoming uneven. Hoseok slid in another digit. He then craned his head up sightly around Yoongi’s thigh, resting his chin on it as he continued.
“Did you hear what the baby said?”
He addressed the other alphas, who were now shifting uncomfortably at the scent of heating omega, and the view they were getting. All three were frozen in a trance, watching him work open the omega that was sprawled across the table they were seated at. Their eyes darted up to look at the alpha at the head. After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
“His little fingers were too small to fuck himself with,” Hoseok smiled warmly, showing his dimples, “What do you think of that?”
A long pause filled the room, with only the wet sounds of Yoongi’s pussy filling the room, his choked breathing occasionally interrupting.
“Sweet,“ Namjoon broke the silence, staring fixated on the omega still, “Helpless thing...”
“Mm, I agree,” Hoseok said affectionately, kissing Yoongi’s temple. He slid in another finger, crooking up hard.
“Ah!” Yoongi gasped, bucking up. Hoseok’s free hand quickly came to pin down his hip to the table, keeping him still. He worked in and out of him, brushing against all his walls. Giving his omega the feeling he couldn’t achieve by himself. He rubbed hard at his spot, pulling out rhythmically and tugging at the rim.
“Hahhh! Mm, alpha,” Yoongi moaned, “Hurts! It hurts Seokkie...”
“Your cunnie hurts?” Hoseok spoke softly. He leaned up, kissing his clit sweetly. Yoongi jolted up, whining, “Need more?”
He spread his fingers, stretching him. Yoongi yelped loudly.
“...He liked that,” Jungkook rasped quietly, “Keep stroking him like that.” He was palming at himself under the table now slowly as he watched.
Hoseok cooed at his baby’s desperate wails of pleasure, angling his fingers to hit the same spot. He thrust up again, rubbing against his walls. The boy’s eyes were screwed shut. But Hoseok couldn’t have that, no. He wrapped the long fingers of his free hand around his chin, forcing his head straight.
“Eyes on me, sweet thing. Don’t look away,” Hoseok commanded firmly.
Yoongi’s teary, swollen eyes quivered open, staring at his alpha. The boy was absolutely stunning. The two of them must’ve looked quite a pair to their viewers. One, so thin, fragile and fair. With a cute, useless little pink cock and drooling pussy. His body only covered by a rucked up oversized tee belonging to his alpha. The other, entirely sinewy muscle and rich tan skin, wearing business attire and only missing a jacket.
“Does he take long to cum?” Namjoon asked flatly, as if the omega weren’t there at all.
The question was flippant, as if he were asking about the weather. Hoseok hummed, thinking for a moment. Surprisingly, the question only succeeded in arousing him further as he considered the technical logistics of fucking Yoongi. Like he was simply a puzzle to be solved.
“No,” Hoseok replied, “He’ll finish soon. I can feel him getting tight already. But he’s gonna need to cum a few times to feel satisfied for a while. Gotta work a knot into him tonight for him to sleep properly. Right, honey?”
He brushed Yoongi’s cheek, knowing the little one couldn’t even hear the alphas talking. He was too concerned with getting filled. He was drunk on the feeling of Hoseok’s fingers.
“He’s very well behaved,” Tae finally broke his silence, “Deserves a reward before then, don’t you think? Coming to his master for help so obediently…”
Right as he spoke, Yoongi screamed out, cumming hard all over his messy thighs and stomach. Hoseok pounded him through it with his fingers, shushing him and kissing his neck. He was such a good boy. A reward was definitely in order. Hoseok glanced down at Yoongi’s pretty, fucked out face. Then back at the other alphas, letting the boy sort himself out after finishing so hard.
He pulled his fingers out with a vulgar, wet sound. He then leaned against the desk, fixing his own hair with a clean hand as if he had simply bent over to tie his shoe. He stared casually at the other men, lost in thought. A long pause occurred while the men got comfortable, likely still aroused.
“Well, Tae,” Hoseok asked casually, “Since it was your idea, what kind of reward should I give the little thing?”
The men were likely less concerned about rewarding the omega for good behavior, and more interested in seeing his pussy get played with. Not that Hoseok could blame them. He would play their game, as he was enjoying it too. The meeting was so far out of his mind now, he wasn’t interested in getting back to it.
Tae’s gaze, like the others, was fixated on the fussing boy on the table. He was breathing shakily, trying to recompose himself and failing. After a moment, he scooted over weakly, pressing against Hoseok for comfort.
“Hm,” Tae blanched, before speaking slowly, “Eat him out?”
Hoseok thought second, then turned to the boy who was cozying into his side. He must’ve been too uncomfortable to hear. When his mate finally looked in his eyes, he offered him the option.
“How’s that sound?” He fondly petted the blonde on his arm, before slipping his wet fingers into his mouth to clean off. Yoongi sucked slowly, seeming momentarily pacified, “Want daddy to lick your kitty?”
Yoongi looked up, whining around Hoseok’s fingers. His tongue lazily flicked over his full lips, and his hips twitched involuntarily. He was already so messy, with cum all over his thighs and belly. The table underneath his ass was shiny with slick. Hoseok supposed he might as well let him keep at it.
He pulled his fingers out, reaching down again. He spread Yoogni’s pink pussy open absently with his fingers, just looking at it. Thinking about it. It was quite a sight. Even after all the abuse, it remained looking as tight and pretty as ever. And although it belonged to him, he was feeling awfully generous today. His men had behaved so well, and given him lovely suggestions.
Hoseok looked up at the other men, “I suppose you’d all like to see it first?”
Not that he was expecting a verbal answer. It was rhetorical. Of course they wanted to look at his cunt.
The men shifted again in their seats, craning their nexts to look closely. This was very unusual behavior for possessive Jung Hoseok. Someone who normally wouldn’t let anyone even look at his bitch. His bitch who wore sweaters and tight jeans, never exposing his skin to other alphas. But the idea of allowing his subordinates to see Yoongi’s most valuable, coveted asset was arousing. After all, what use was owning the best little cunt ever made if others didn’t envy it?
Look, don’t touch. It wasn’t sharing. It was power play.
Hoseok leaned down, maneuvering Yoongi to face forward on the table. He stood behind him, pulling the omega’s back against his chest. He scooped his legs up from under his thighs, lifting him so that he was being held up entirely by the alpha, folded in half. He then pulled his thighs apart with his middle fingers, opening his pussy up. Wide and spread for the three other alphas to inspect.
He knew exactly how it looked. Perfect, pretty, and entirely his. The fact that Yoongi could be bred made it even better. Not just a useless omega boy pussy. A pretty little fertile thing, for a pretty little omega.
The boy looked up at him, confused expression on his face, before he realized what he was doing. Yoongi was on display in Hoseok’s arms, cunt held open like a show dog. His little cock was trapped between his supple thighs as he attempted to squeeze them back together. He blushed furiously, turning his face in embarrassment before letting out a hiccuping sob.
“Seokkie! Don’t-“
“Quiet,” Hoseok hushed him, hiking him up further in his arms. He encouraged him to nuzzle into his shoulder by turning his head, bumping his cheek with the smaller one’s.
After a drawn out period of nothing but sighs and hot breathing from the other three alphas in the room, the silence was broken.
“Damn... Nothing but the best for the boss, huh?” Jungkook commented. It might have been intended as a clever quip, but his tone was so thick with lust that the meaning was lost.
Hoseok smiled, boredly nipping once at Yoongi’s neck while watching the men’s reactions.
“Never seen a cunt like that,” Tae nodded.
“Me either,” said Kook.
“It’s so pink and small.”
“Just like your boy. Matches him well,” Namjoon added with a low growl, “And he’s still dripping wet.”
“I’d have agree,” Hoseok said coolly, jutting his chin possessively, “Like Tae said, maybe I should clean it up.”
The men snarled loudly this time, having been pushed to the edge of arousal so many times already. And how could Hoseok deny them what they desired? Or at least, a good visual of it.
Hoseok instantly slid down again, placing Yoongi on the edge of the table, facing him. He pushed him flat on his back, easily manhandling him into a desirable position with his legs open and accessible.
“Hobiiii,” The omega whined, clearly needing help again.
Hoseok smiled sweetly.
“Ask nicely.”
Yoongi sighed, squirming against his grasp.
“Please, alpha,” The smaller begged, “Lick, please. It hurts so much. Help me, please. I need help, Seokkie...”
That was good enough for him. Hoseok flicked his tongue up and down, letting it dip inside him momentarily before dragging it up.
“Mmm!” Yoongi cried loudly, his thighs already beginning to quiver.
Hoseok smiled, teasing his clit with short, soft licks. He squeezed the undersize of his legs, lifting him up for better access. He then slid his tongue up broadly, lapping. The alpha sucked on the swollen bud, running his tongue over it firmly.
Yoongi wailed, wrapping his legs around Hoseok’s neck and squeezing.
“F-fuck, Hobi… Can y-you…” Yoongi stuttered, unable to think clearly.
Hoseok stopped, looking up from under his lashes.
“Hm?”
“Ca-can you… It hurts,” He mumbled.
“What hurts, baby?”
Yoongi blushed, seeming to have a hard time verbalizing what he wanted. He squirmed, eyes darting around uncomfortably. He leaned up as much as his body would allow him, whispering to Hoseok shyly.
Hoseok smiled sweetly at his quiet request, kissing his inner thigh.
“Speak up, baby. Your dongsaengs want to hear you.”
Yoongi whined, before trying again.
“My cunnie. Can you lick me i-inside?”
The low snarls of the other three alphas were impossible to ignore. They loved his request. If they hadn’t been so well-behaved this far, Hoseok might have thought they were about to jump the omega. All three were palming at themselves over their slacks, heads tipped back and staring in a haze.
He wasted no time in doing what the boy desired. He slid his tongue inside of his soaking hole, curling up. He rubbed his tongue against his upper wall, teasing the tight entrance before sliding back in.
Yoongi screamed in pleasure, shivers wracking his body as he pulled the alpha impossibly closer with his legs.
“God, he loves it,” Jungkook sighed, “Sensitive little cunt.”
“So good,” Namjoon sighed, “I wanna get my little Jinnie begging his daddy like that tonight.”
Hoseok smiled up at them, pulling back momentarily
“Your little Jinnie still needs some training,” He said lowly, “Watch my sweet pea. Get some ideas for your new bitch.”
Hoseok fondly stroked Yoongi’s thin thigh as he continued to lap between his legs. The omega moaned and whined obscenely, with no reserve left. His hips bucked up on their own accord, greedily searching for more. The alpha was entranced with how beautiful he looked, sprawled out on the table like a good little slut.
“How does he taste?” Tae asked, eyes wide. The man was clearly infatuated with eating omega pussy. Or maybe just Yoongi’s in particular, since he had never seen it. He briefly considered how many times the other three had fantasized about playing with his omega. Hoseok looked up, making a point to drag his tongue slowly over the opening before answering.
“Sweet as a peach,” Hoseok hummed, before looking up at the omega with a condescending grin, “What do you think your little kitty tastes like, huh Yoongiah?”
Yoongi’s heavily lidded eyes had trouble focusing on Hoseok. His cheeks were flushed, and his chest heaved.
“I.... I’m not- OH!”
He tried to answer, before Hoseok interrupted by flicking his tongue quickly on his clit. Purposely sending him into a fit of over-sensitive pleasure. Yoongi’s head lolled back as he whimpered, mouth rendered useless. His hips were shaking under the man’s grip.
The other alphas laughed softly at his inability to form a sentence. The charm of the helpless omega was impossibly sweet and inarguably arousing. And while Hoseok hated to see his baby in pain, he loved to be the one who took it all away.
“Stop teasing him,” Namjoon said lowly, “I wanna see the little thing cum again.”
Hoseok was about to object, but the others spoke in turn.
“So do I. I hear they take it harder every time during heats,” Jungkook added curiously. The youngest of the men was wildly intrigued.
“They do. My Jimin only squirts after he’s cum a few times on his heat,” Tae growled.
Hoseok smiled as he continued to lap between the omega’s legs. This banter was so intriguing. He loved that Yoongi barely had a clue what was going on, too lost in pain and pleasure.
“Want me to make him squirt?” He asked cheekily, before gently sucking on the boy’s clit. Yoongi was shivering and yowling, already close.
“Can you?” Jungkook asked, eyes wide.
“Mm, let’s find out,” Hoseok said.
And he knew he could. He knew exactly how. He made his baby squirt even when he wasn’t in heat. He just thought he would add to the performative aspect of this. Luckily, Yoongi was an exceptionally performative omega.
Hoseok hiked one of Yoongi’s legs up over his shoulder, giving him deeper access. Not forgetting to pivot him so that their audience could see him from the side. He then slid two long crooked fingers into him, all the way up to the knuckle. He curled them up into his sweet spot, rubbing hard. And then slid his ring finger into his ass.
Yoongi jolted, letting out wracked sobs. Hoseok worked him hard for a minute, before leaning back down and sucking on his clit. The omega was fully crying now. His delicate face was red and stained with tears. His lips were parted as he stared, half lidded and glazed, at the alpha.
It would only be a minute or so. Hoseok knew his body well, and played it like an instrument. Hoseok could make the most beautiful music with his Yoongi.
And the others were appreciating it, from what he could tell. Heavy breathing and snarls drifted from the alphas who watched their every move. Their own movements sped up slightly, chasing their arousals as they watched the show.
“H-hobi? Hobi! Oh, oh Hobi...”
There it was.
“Shh, it’s alright sweet pea,” Hoseok soothed, continuing his ministrations, “Gonna cum again?”
Yoongi hiccuped, looking embarrassed, before nodding quickly. He was barely lucid and it surprised the alpha that he could hear even now.
“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re being so good for me. Can you squirt for daddy?” He paused between sentences to lick languidly, “Show your alphas how good that little cunnie feels. Let go, Yoongiah.”
“Hobiiiiii! H-Hobi... Daddy...”
His hips arched up off the table beautifully.
“Mmm...” Namjoon hummed, watching carefully, “There you go, Yoongi.”
“Cum for your daddy, Yoongi,” Tae whispered.
Jungkook was too lost to encourage the omega. His chest heaved as he watched, mouth slack open.
“I’m... Hobi! Hobi... Hobi.. Hobi,” Yoongi whined his alpha’s name. A telltale sign he was about to finish hard. Hoseok’s chest bloomed with pride and possession.
“That’s it,” Hoseok encouraged, stroking his spot hard and quick, “That’s it, baby. Good boy. Daddy’s right here.”
“Fuck...” Jungkook whispered.
And just like that, Yoongi was cumming. Squirting slick all over his thighs and the desk, into Hoseok’s mouth. His body shivered and shook, yanking at the alpha’s hair as he stayed between his legs for all of it.
“AH! ah, ah ohhhh...” Yoongi sobbed helplessly.
“Oh, wow,” Namjoon said reverently, “Perfect...”
“Jesus Christ,” Tae growled.
Hoseok pulled back slightly, keeping his fingers in a gentle rhythm as he helped him ride it out. And what a lovely sight it was. His baby was flushed, legs twitching, head lolled to the side as his strength left him entirely. His small hands curled and uncurled around Hoseok’s shoulders, just needing to feel the presence of his alpha.
Yoongi did well. And Hoseok suddenly felt an overwhelming need to assert his possession over him in that moment. He couldn’t wait till later. The wolf in him craved it. He climbed up onto his small frame, pushing his head back to expose his pale neck.
Hoseok rubbed his face into Yoongi’s neck, scenting him. He bit and sucked and licked the skin around his mating bite. He rubbed the raised mark with his wrist, making sure he was thoroughly coated. His baby seemed to need it too, because he was letting out breathy whimpers, pulling him in closer. Hoseok cooed and fussed over him, kissing his lips and scenting further. Yoongi shyly searched for Hoseok’s free hand, clutching it tightly in his own.
“Lovely little thing,” Jungkook said softly.
Tae nodded, entranced with the scene still. Unable to look away. He was likely missing his own omega in that moment, as they witnessed the most intimate act two mates could perform. And like that, the other spoke the exact words.
“Fuck... Haven’t done that for Jin in so long,” Namjoon said, more to himself than anyone.
Hoseok finally pulled back, taking Yoongi with him into his lap.
“You need to,” Hoseok said to him absently, petting Yoongi’s back soothingly, “They get unstable and upset when they don’t smell like you. It’s good for you, too.”
Namjoon nodded, looking up at his boss finally.
“Would... you consider letting me and Jinnie spend some time with you and your Yoongi?” Namjoon asked slowly, “We’re still so freshly mated, and you seem to have it all figured out.”
Hoseok laughed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked down at the omega in his arms.
“What do you think, baby?” He asked, “Do you wanna talk to Jinnie sometime?”
Yoongi nodded sleepily into his chest, glancing up at Namjoon.
“Jinnie’s my friend,” He whispered.
“Then I guess it’s a date,” Hoseok smiled, moving to stand with Yoongi falling asleep in his arms.