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It had been a productive day at work, Yoongi had made major progress on the design of a new building, and he was happy that this particular project was going so smoothly, since that wasn’t always the case. But in that moment, he just wanted to take a relaxing bath, trade his work clothes for comfortable pajamas, and just have a good meal.
He was in his own head, thinking about what he’d have to eat, when the elevator door opened, he didn’t even have time to look properly at the person in front of him when it hit him. The scent. And it wasn’t any scent, it was distinctively someone’s scent.
Yoongi then looked at a man, eyes darting to his messy dark hair, elegant nose, and the white blouse he wore exposing his graceful collarbones. The man was incredibly handsome, but Yoongi couldn’t really focus on that because that strange guy was clearly exposing his scent, meaning that he wasn’t on scent suppressants.
The stranger man glanced at him for a moment that felt like an eternity for Yoongi, just the both of them staring at each other. He then greeted Yoongi politely with a mid bow, and passed by him with a knowing smile. Yoongi wondered what was funny, but he didn’t think he could talk in that moment.
The door started to close and that's when Yoongi noticed that he was on his floor. Trying his best to look unaffected, even if he knew his surprise was evident, he hurried before the door closed completely, leaving the man and his scent behind. His heart beating loudly in his chest, for a reason Yoongi didn’t understand.
Once he was in his own apartment, he could still feel the guy’s scent wrapping around him. Lavender. It was soft and soothing, pleasant to be around, yet it was so strange to him. He felt like he was intruding. Scents were supposed to be personal, that was why blockers existed.
The last time Yoongi met people that weren't on scent suppressants was back in college, and even then it was weird to him.
It was well known that, in the past, scents were the instigator of multiple incidents, that’s how scent blockers started to slowly become the norm. Eventually, any wolf traits started to dwindle out. They were considered archaic and obsolete. Omegas would get their heats two or three times a year, but alphas didn’t go into rut anymore, since alpha’s traits were considered the most dangerous.
It was a change well received by people, and even though there were a select few that were opposed to it, Yoongi hadn’t met anyone personally. Yet that strange man didn’t seem to mind having his scent out in the open like that, and it was surprising to Yoongi, especially because he noticed that the man was an alpha. The slight yellow glint in his eyes when he looked at him gave it away.
Once he cooked something quick and put on his pajamas, Yoongi did a poor job at trying to forget the man he saw. He was curious. Who was that man? He’d never seen him before in the building. Was he someone’s guest? It was the most reasonable option. But he quickly remembered that a few days ago he saw a bunch of boxes outside the apartment next door. Could it be? Was that stranger his new neighbor?
It wasn’t a big deal really, but the thing was, Yoongi’s family was very traditional. His parents taught him how to conceal his inner wolf since he was little. Doyun, his omega father, would always scold him when he let himself be scented by friends or scented his friends himself. He gently explained that scents would be upsetting for some people, and that was true, but was it always like that?
Another controversial topic was mating marks. It wasn’t banned or illegal, but it was widely frowned upon. Very few people would still do it to that day. Yoongi’s other father, Junseo, was a beta. He didn’t mark his husband because, as a beta, he wasn't able to, but also, both of them agreed that marking was a primitive tradition. Yoongi understood, mating marks were a permanent decision that was completely invasive for both sides. It took away people’s privacy, just like scents did, and Yoongi treasured his privacy dearly.
Yoongi was raised with that mindset, but sometimes he wondered how it would be to live like that. As no one in his family was an alpha, he didn’t grow up used to them, and as much as he’d like to deny it, he did start to grow wary of them, based on the multiple things people said about how dangerous alphas were in the past.
His only alpha friend, Seokjin, said that Yoongi was critical of alphas because deep down he was scared of them, but that wasn’t true, he was just cautious, he’d always been, and not just with alphas, in life in general.
As he went to an all omega high school, he didn’t get to experience that much, a few teasing kisses with some classmates, but nothing more than that. It was when he was in college that he met people with more varied mindsets. One of the most shocking things he found out then, was hearing of people who had their heats and ruts deliberately. It was like a dirty little secret, rumors, sometimes it seemed like it wasn't true at all, but it was
His dad was ready for when he had his first heat, he had explained everything to him, and taught him not to believe the old ideas of how mindless and painful they were. Sex inducing yes, maybe, but definitely not mindless.
His first heat was not a big deal to him. He only had a bit of temperature and that was all, he could go on with his day just fine without worrying about his scent, since he had started scent suppressants by then. And it stayed like that for some time, except one time when it didn’t, and he finally understood the more primal part of it.
That time, along with the temperature, Yoongi also felt that heat at the very pit of his stomach, that needy prickling feeling around his pelvis. And slick. It hadn’t happened to him before. He had touched himself and got himself wet, but he never went that far from just teasing touches with his fingers or the press of his palm to seek some kind of relief. But that time was different, he did crave more, probably too stunned to admit what it was, but he knew back then that what he really wanted was to be bred. It was amusing and a bit scary to succumb to instincts like that.
He shook his head at all those memories, he just needed to sleep this off. He had thought about writing in his friends' group chat, but he decided against it, since he kept repeating to himself that it wasn’t a big deal. Instead, he turned off the lamp on the nightstand and got ready to sleep, but in the darkness of his room, the last thing he saw when he closed his eyes was the stranger’s piercing gaze, so purely curious and unintentionally predatory. He felt like prey under his eyes, and the worst part was that he liked it.
It had been a few days since the incident and Yoongi hadn’t seen "scent guy" again, that’s how his other friend, Hoseok, referred to him when he finally decided to tell his friends about him. It was a better nickname than “rogue one” as Seokjin had provided.
It seemed that after all, the man was indeed only someone’s guest. Yoongi tried not to muse on the strange feeling, almost like disappointment, when he thought about it.
That day seemed to be no different, except that when he was outside his apartment, about to type the code on his keypad, he heard the beep of a door opening, looking up he noticed it was from the apartment next door.
It was then that Yoongi saw him again. Scent guy. He looked at him and approached him with a friendly smile. Yoongi knew he probably had a serious expression on his face, it was his only way to feign nonchalance, but when the guy was a few steps from him he felt it again, the alpha’s lavender scent. Why did Yoongi like it?
“Hello, I’m Taehyung," scent guy introduced himself. "I’m the new neighbor. I hope we can get along.” He said politely.
Yoongi tried not to wince at the last bit, since he had already judged this man the first time he saw him.
“Hello, Taehyung-ssi,” he answered just as politely. “I'm Yoongi. Welcome to the building.” He honestly didn’t know what else to say, so he opted to open his door and end the conversation, hoping not to seem too abrupt. And Taehyung caught on.
“I hope we see each other often.” Taehyung said with a small smile before he turned around. His words resonated in Yoongi’s head causing his face to feel hot. He felt thankful that Taehyung didn’t notice.
The next time Yoongi saw Taehyung was on a Saturday night, right after he had finished assembling his new book shelf. He had wanted to do it for a while but procrastinated long enough until he forced himself to do it. He enjoyed doing things like that, assembling, building, and creating. It just took a bit of convincing sometimes.
He had poured himself some nice whiskey as a treat, and was headed to the balcony in his living room. The night was so clear and the weather was perfect, chilly and calm, ideal to wear some of his flimsy shorts and big old band shirt, just comfortable enough.
While he was looking at the city, a gust of wind brought a familiar scent to his nose. As he turned to look at the balcony next to his, he heard someone clearing his throat, and he saw Taehyung looking back at him, resting a hand on the railing of his own balcony.
Yoongi blinked once, twice, taking in the sight in front of him. Taehyung, just as himself, was wearing some flimsy shorts, he had to tell himself not to stare because they left nothing to the imagination. But unlike him, Taehyung wasn't wearing a shirt, he was bare chested.
He noticed how slim he was, maybe a bit more on the lean side, and overall just long. That was the word to describe him, long. Long arms, long legs, long fingers, and with one careful look downwards, a long- Yoongi closed his eyes, ready to turn around when Taehyung spoke, cutting out his thoughts.
“Huh?”
“I said it’s a beautiful night, nice weather.” Taehyung repeated calmly.
“It is.” Yoongi said, looking at the view in front of them.
A suffocating silence filled the air again. When Yoongi looked back at him, Taehyung’s gaze was gentle and calm, but when Yoongi averted his eyes anywhere else, he could feel Taehyung’s stare on him, so strong and intense. Maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him, but it made him squirm in his seat.
Yoongi couldn’t help but stare at Taehyung’s bare skin, barely illuminated by the light in his balcony, but clear enough to notice his golden tone. He looked warm, so unapologetic and relaxed.
“You might catch a cold.” Yoongi said suddenly, not sure why. And Taehyung laughed, a pretty genuine sound.
“What are you drinking?” Taehyung asked instead.
“Whiskey.”
“Oh,” he sounded surprised. “You like strong drinks, then?”
“Yes,” Yoongi admitted. “I have a high alcohol tolerance.” He wasn’t sure why he gave that piece of information about himself to this stranger, but he did.
“Wow, that’s good. I’m the complete opposite, I’m quite a light weight, more than two glasses and I’m already hugging everyone around,” he laughed, “though, I think I’ve gotten better lately.” That made Yoongi smile, reminiscing of the times he himself had gotten drunk and told everyone he loved them.
“Does my scent bother you?” Taehyung asked suddenly. Yoongi’s eyes widened, surprised at Taehyung’s forwardness.
Yoongi shook his head, unsure of what he felt about Taehyung’s scent. He thought that it should bother him, but it didn’t, he actually liked it.
“Why aren’t you on suppressants?” Yoongi asked curiously.
“I’ve never been on them, no one in my family, actually. We’re a bit more free in that aspect. I’m from Geochang by the way. Suppressants are more common in Seoul.” Taehyung explained.
Yoongi had heard of that before. Supposedly, outside the capital, the use of suppressants wasn’t as mandatory as it was there. He was born in Daegu, but moved to Seoul when he was little, and never went back.
“I’d take them if my scent bothered you, though. I’d do that for you.” Taehyung said with a serious look on his face. Yoongi wondered why Taehyung would say something like that to a stranger, and why his words would fluster him so easily.
“Oh no,” Yoongi shook his head. “That’s not necessary, but thank you.” He answered quickly.
“May I ask you one more question, Yoongi-ssi?” Taehyung asked, and Yoongi nodded. “You’re an omega.” It wasn’t really a question. Yoongi felt his face warm, but he nodded again in confirmation.
Since people used blockers, it was hard to tell. Sometimes people would introduce themselves with their rank, and some others just didn’t really care. In the end, the eyes were the only way to know for sure.
But Yoongi was on suppressants, there was no way he could give himself away with a red glint of his eyes. It couldn’t happen. But his surprise was quickly replaced by happiness, giddy that Taehyung had guessed right. Yoongi had always liked to be an omega, and he enjoyed when people recognized him as such.
Taehyung gave him a lazy smile, pleased to be right, and even if Yoongi felt that there was something else to it, he just reasoned that it was Taehyung’s enhanced alpha senses that helped him guess.
After that last meeting between the two, Yoongi felt more at ease with the idea of having an alpha neighbor, a rogue alpha to be precise. They would both greet the other when they saw each other around. Yoongi had learned that Taehyung was an artist, and he worked with a highly prestigious gallery that Yoongi had heard of plenty of times due to his work. They had a partnership where some of their artists provided artworks for the houses and buildings they designed.
They both left work around the same time, so they bumped into each other in the building a lot. It was during one of those occasions where Taehyung asked him his age, since they still treated each other formally most of the time. Yoongi found out that he was Taehyung’s hyung, he was twenty seven and Taehyung twenty five. He didn’t care much about that. He immediately agreed when Taehyung asked if he could call him hyung, arguing that they should start to feel more comfortable around each other.
And as straightforward as Yoongi had learned Taehyung was, he asked for Yoongi’s number, too.
“Please, hyung, take a picture for your icon.” Taehyung pouted, trying his best to convince him.
“Ah,” Yoongi tried to complain, but he knew he was going to give in. “Okay, but don’t look.” Taehyung pouted some more but turned around reluctantly. Yoongi then tried his favorite angle and his best smile, taking three pictures, and choosing the one he liked best.
Taehyung peeked at him in an attempt to be cheeky, but turned his head again to face away.
“Alright.” Yoongi handed him his phone and Taehyung checked it immediately, his eyes were trained intently on the screen and when he looked up at Yoongi he had that heavy gaze of his, one that Yoongi didn’t know if Taehyung realized he had.
“That’s a lovely smile, hyung. You’re cute.” He said the last words a bit lower, like he didn't expect to say it out loud, but he seemed honest. Yoongi knew his cheeks were tinted, as it was usual with Taehyung around.
“You are really bold, you know that, right.” Yoongi said calmly, not intending to be accusatory, just stating a fact.
“Is that okay with you?” Yoongi simply nodded. “Okay, good. And I mean it, pretty hyung.” Taehyung said seriously.
Yoongi whined, glancing away to avoid the intense eye contact. “Okay, enough for now.” Taehyung laughed.
Looking at the sky from his balcony, Yoongi thought that the night was ideal to drink and have some fun. A few years ago, Yoongi could’ve gone out, no second thoughts, but right then, the simple idea to leave the conformity of his place was tiring. He had become homey and domestic.
But the feeling of drinking something was strong. He opened the fridge and saw the bottles of soju he had, ideal to share with someone else. He couldn’t help but think of Taehyung, of how easy it’d be to text him and invite him to his place, to drink, to talk, to make each other company.
Yoongi opened a bottle and drank directly from it, it was good, but there was something missing. Maybe it was loneliness, or maybe his simple desire to see Taehyung, but before overthinking it, he opted for sending Taehyung a quick message.
[Me]
If you’re not busy
Would you like to drink soju at my place?
The worst thing Taehyung could say was no. Yoongi at least wanted to try. But to his surprise, Taehyung started replying immediately. Yoongi held his breath as he waited for his answer.
[Tae]
oh
im still at work but im almost done
ill go to yours as soon as im out
ill bring snacks
An immediate smile reached Yoongi’s lips, feeling relieved that Taehyung said yes, but at the same time feeling nervous. It was the first time he invited him to his apartment, the first time he invited an alpha who wasn’t his domesticated alpha friend, Seokjin. Yet he really wanted to be with Taehyung. There was a pull between them that Yoongi felt when they met, that he initially tried to ignore, but not anymore. Taehyung was a good guy, and Yoongi hoped they could become good friends.
After he changed into more comfortable clothes, and soon Taehyung arrived. When Yoongi opened the door he saw Taehyung catching his breath, like he ran to be there soon, and maybe Yoongi liked the idea of Taehyung wanting to be with him too.
Taehyung showed him a bag with the snacks he bought and Yoongi motioned for him to get inside, Taehyung did as he was told, leaving his shoes by the door, and they both headed to the balcony.
“I started without you.” Yoongi said, showing his almost half empty bottle, and offering one to Taehyung when they got there.
When they sat by the small table, Yoongi leaned close to Taehyung, not sure why, but as he did so, he felt another scent lingering on Taehyung. Yoongi knew his relaxed expression immediately changed, Taehyung seemed to notice, he could read him easily.
“You smell different, sweeter than usual, like fruit.” Yoongi said, trying not to pout. Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. He seemed amused by the situation.
“A friend of mine started working with me at the gallery. He’s not on suppressants, either.” He paused, checking Yoongi’s reaction. “He’s an omega.” Yoongi didn’t know why he added the last bit, suddenly feeling irritated.
“I see.” He said unamused, sticking his tongue inside his cheek.
Taehyung laughed once again, opening his bottle of soju and taking a gulp. “You’re really honest with your facial expressions, y’know?” He raised an eyebrow, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous.”
“Nonsense.” Yoongi replied abruptly.
“He’s mated.” Taehyung suddenly said, and Yoongi opened his eyes impossibly wide. In return, Taehyung smiled at him.
As Yoongi didn’t say anything, Taehyung continued. “Yes, it was shocking for all of us,” he laughed, “but really not that surprising. They were down bad for each other.”
“Do you agree with mating marks?” Yoongi asked curiously.
Taehyung seemed to think for a moment, but shook his head. “Not really. It’s a life changing decision, I think that I’d be okay with it after decades spent with a partner, when we’re both old, there wouldn’t be anything to lose by then. But sooner than that, I don’t think so. It’s a bit too invasive, don’t you think?”
Yoongi was speechless. He hadn't thought about the first thing Taehyung said, but it made sense, it was a good idea, actually. He only nodded in agreement, suddenly feeling shy for almost interrogating Taehyung about his friend.
“You’re getting shy on me now?” Taehyung smiled. And Yoongi shook his head.
"I’m never shy, only with you.” Yoongi confessed. Maybe the soju was starting to affect him. Taehyung looked at him intently, but his expression quickly softened.
“I’m too intense sometimes, sorry.” Taehyung said.
“No, it’s okay. I like it.” Yoongi blurted out. He shouldn’t have drank almost half of that bottle before Taehyung arrived, he scolded himself internally.
Taehyung’s face was unreadable, but he changed the topic, talking about his work and his mated friends, and Yoongi was thankful for that.
After a while, they were a bit more giggly, by no means was Yoongi drunk, and he noticed how Taehyung was still on his first bottle, which was endearing to him.
“Hyung, why don’t you like alphas?” Taehyung asked, pouting. And Yoongi lifted his eyebrows in surprise.
“Sorry? Who said I don’t?”
Taehyung gave him a pointed look. And, well, maybe he had a point, Yoongi thought.
“I’m just not used to alphas, no one in my family is, and I went to an all omega school.” He explained.
“Oh,” Taehyung said. “But you’re attracted to them?” He asked carefully, like maybe he was scared of the answer, and he quickly spoke again. “I mean, nothing wrong if you aren’t, though. I myself have been with a couple of alphas in the past.” He added lightly, wiggling his eyebrows. It made Yoongi smile before the words really dawned on him. It was a hot scenario, Taehyung with other alphas. But he tried not to linger in that thought too long.
“I've fooled around with some omegas before, but it wasn’t anything serious. And I’ve been with a few betas, too.” Yoongi confessed as he looked at Taehyung’s surprised face.
“Woah, hyung, that’s so sexy.”
“Please, don’t be a pervert!” Yoongi whined, even though he had the same thought about Taehyung just a moment ago.
“But hyung!” Taehyung complained, but suddenly he seemed to be thinking about something. “You’ve never been with an alpha?” He asked. For some reason, it made Yoongi feel embarrassed. He slowly shook his head.
Taehyung stared at him and nodded in what seemed confirmation. As if he was trying to say that it was a good thing that Yoongi hadn't been with an alpha before. It felt a bit possessive, but why did Yoongi like the idea of Taehyung taking a claim on him?
“Hyung?” Taehyung suddenly asked. What was happening with the interrogatory? But Yoongi looked at him anyway.
“Do you get your heats?” He asked shyly.
Yoongi nodded.
“I have ruts.” Taehyung blurted out. And once again Yoongi felt surprised by something Taehyung had said during that night. Alphas weren’t supposed to have their ruts. But of course, since Taehyung was not on suppressants he had them.
“How does it feel?” Yoongi asked, not really sure if he meant the ruts or just Taehyung’s lifestyle in general.
“Good,” Taehyung said. “It feels good, I like it.” And Yoongi didn’t know what he meant either.
After that, they dropped the intimate topics, they drank some more, but Yoongi was starting to feel tired, already having yawned a couple of times. Taehyung called him cute every single time he did. Cute kitty hyung. And Yoongi didn’t seem to mind. Until about the fifth time, when Taehyung thanked Yoongi for the good time and made his way to leave, arguing that Yoongi should rest. With sleepy eyes Yoongi agreed.
By the door, Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s wrist delicately. He looked hesitant for a moment, but Yoongi let himself be pulled.
“Would you give me a goodbye hug, hyung?” Taehyung asked softly.
Yoongi nodded, and it was the permission Taehyung needed to pull Yoongi close to his body. His hands rested comfortably on Yoongi’s back, and his breath tickled the sensitive skin of his neck. It was enough to give Yoongi goosebumps.
Taehyung let him go slowly, his lips briefly caressed Yoongi's cheek. If he did it on purpose or not, Yoongi didn't mind. With warm cheeks and a happy heart, he said goodbye.
Taehyung started to visit him often, and always gave him a present. The first time, Yoongi was really surprised. He was trying to get some work done, struggling a bit with the sketches and maps, when he heard the doorbell. He went to open the door a bit curious as to who it could be, he hadn’t ordered anything.
And then he saw it was Taehyung, looking so strikingly handsome, with a long coat, a loose shirt and fitted pants. He looked formal, shaved clean, a lot different then the casual looks he was used to seeing him in. Meanwhile, Yoongi was in his silk pajamas, the realization making his skin heat up.
“Hello, hyung,” Taehyung paused to take a look at Yoongi, “You weren’t sleeping, right? Oh god, I’m so sorry if I woke you up.” He said a bit worried. But Yoongi didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on his body, increasing his blush.
Yoongi shook his head, “No, don’t worry, I was working. Um, did you need anything?” He asked impatiently.
“Right,” Taehyung said, lifting a bag Yoongi didn’t notice he was carrying, “I bought these pastries in the coffee shop near this building,” Yoongi knows which one. “I think I bought too many for myself so I, um, thought I would bring you some.” Yoongi noticed the slight blush on his face. It was cute to see this alpha actually feeling shy for once.
“I don’t know what you like but these are really good and they’re gluten free, no lactose, and all that, super healthy and tasty. Hope you like them.” He said, handing him the bag.
Yoongi wasn’t sure of what to say, incredibly touched by the gesture. “You didn’t have too, Tae,” he said smiling, “but thank you.”
“It’s nothing. I was thinking of you, so.” And there it was, that confident attitude of his, as equally exasperating as it was attractive. “Enjoy them, see you soon.” He said, before leaving.
Yoongi didn't say anything, with a warm feeling in his chest, he closed the door, already brainstorming ideas about gifting the alpha some of his cooking.
Another day, when Yoongi was leaving for work, he heard Taehyung calling for him. He looked back to see that Taehyung went back to his apartment, probably forgetting something. Yoongi headed to his door, and when Taehyung came back he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It took him a moment, but Yoongi realized that Taehyung was offering the bouquet to him, his dazzling, shy smile confirmed it.
“I saw this shop and I just had to buy them for you.” Taehyung said, and it was familiar to what he had said before. Yoongi wondered, could it be? Was Taehyung maybe courting him? He had heard about it, a very old tradition. But it seemed that Taehyung had an old soul after all. Yoongi preferred not to get so ahead of himself, though. Taehyung was probably just being nice with him.
“Thank you, Tae,” he said smiling, “They’re beautiful.” Yoongi couldn’t help but feel a bit touched once again, since he could count with one hand how many times he had received flowers. Probably just both of his graduations. And it felt so nice to be given flowers, they were gorgeous. It made him feel special.
“You should take them to work with you.” Taehyung winked at him. Yoongi didn't even realize when they started heading to the elevator again. He only nodded, still looking at the flowers.
He saw Taehyung looking at him, and on impulse Yoongi hugged him, careful of the flowers in his hand. Taehyung seemed surprised for a moment, but his arms went to his middle. Yoongi’s face was right in Taehyung’s scent gland, where he could feel his scent the strongest there, but rather than making him uncomfortable or wary, Yoongi inhaled deeply and sighed contently.
After a few seconds embracing each other, they separated, both a bit flushed. They went separate ways. When Yoongi arrived at work with a bouquet of flowers and a scent imprinted on himself, he noticed a few looks, but he paid no mind. He arranged the flowers in a vase and placed them on his desk. He felt giddy the rest of that day.
And those were to name a few occasions, the gifting—courting, provided the internal voice in Yoongi's head—kept happening. As well as the increase in affection. Every time they bumped into each other, Taehyung would hug Yoongi to say goodbye.
Taehyung could try to make himself small, his face resting on Yoongi’s shoulder. But there was one time when Yoongi felt the soft touch of Taehyung’s lip on his neck. He felt his breath hitch when Taehyung said, “Can I kiss you there?” Barely audible, but Yoongi said yes, maybe a bit too quick. The touch of Taehyung's lips on his scent gland sent a tingling feeling all over his body.
Neither of them said anything after that.
Yoongi had invited his friends over, he had missed spending some time with them, but right then he was regretting his decision because they couldn’t shut up about Taehyung, enjoying making Yoongi flustered.
They were on the balcony, since they always told Yoongi what a nice view of the city he had. But Yoongi could only think that Taehyung might hear his friends’ nonsense if they kept being so loud, and maybe some neighbor would make a complaint.
“God, shut up,” Yoongi hissed, “He might hear you.”
“Good!” Seokjin said, “We want to see him, you should call him, actually, Yoongi-ah.” He tried to be cute with Yoongi, getting in his space and giving him a side hug, but Yoongi only rolled his eyes. And just when he looked around, he saw Taehyung in his own balcony, an unreadable expression on his face, a bit irritated maybe.
For some reason, Yoongi’s first reaction was to break free from Seokjin’s hug, like he didn’t want Taehyung to get any wrong ideas. Because he didn’t miss the way Taehyung’s eyes lingered where he and his friend were touching. Yoongi slowly approached him.
“Hi, Tae,” Yoongi said softly, and Taehyung’s expression seemed to soften after hearing his voice. “These are my friends, sorry if they’ve been too loud, they’ll be leaving soon.” He heard Seokjin saying what? loudly in the background, but it didn’t matter.
He heard someone clearing his throat, and just then Yoongi realized he and Taehyung kept just looking at each other. How embarrassing. Yoongi lowered his head trying to hide his blush.
“Hello, Taehyung-ssi,” Namjoon said, “Yoongi’s told us a lot about you, it’s good to finally meet you.” Taehyung looked at Yoongi after that, he felt flustered for being exposed like that, but Taehyung only gave him a soft smile, somehow content with what he heard.
“It’s good to meet you all, too.” Taehyung said politely.
“I hope we can see you soon with our Yoongi here,” Seokjin said, completely unfiltered. But Taehyung only laughed. He seemed a lot more relaxed than when he saw him with Seokjin. It made Yoongi wonder what he thought.
After that, Taehyung went back inside. Yoongi was thankful that Seokjin didn’t insist he join them. They were all finishing their drinks, ready to leave, their meetup was mostly spent bothering Yoongi, but he didn’t pay attention, or more like he pretended not to hear them. It took a bit of convincing for Seokjin to agree to leave, he always got clingy like that when he drank, but they said their goodbyes and left.
Yoongi went to bed happy to have seen his friends, and also Taehyung. The image of his intense gaze repeating in his mind over and over again. And maybe his friends were right after all, he was a bit too gone for Taehyung.
Taehyung texted him almost everyday. To say that Yoongi was smitten, looking forward to a new message, was an understatement. Taehyung always initiated their casual convos, yet Yoongi always replied.
In one of those occasions, Taehyung asked him to meet up, he had told Yoongi about how his dog, who was staying with a friend while Taehyung settled in, was moving with him the next day, and he wanted Yoongi to meet him. He invited him for a walk to the park nearby.
Yoongi had agreed, the prospect of seeing a dog and Taehyung was a nice combination. It made him miss his own dog who stayed with his parents.
He had chosen some of his favorite clothes for their meeting, as it was a windy day, he decided on a nice fluffy sweater, combined with a pair of loose jeans. He texted Taehyung that he was on his way to his apartment. Yoongi didn't even ring the bell when Taehyung opened the door, a small fluffy dog in his hands.
Yoongi could only focus on the puppy, and it was impossible not to coo at him. He looked so tiny, especially in Taehyung's hands. But what really melted Yoongi's heart was his eyebrows. He looked angry, which contrasted with his overall soft appearance. Yoongi laughed and reached for the dog with his hand.
“Hello, Tannie,” he greeted, meeting Taehyung's eyes waiting for confirmation that he didn't forget his name, Taehyung nodded. “Aren't you the cutest baby?” He cooed, and Taehyung smiled. The dog barked once and then licked Yoongi's hand.
Taehyung held Tannie close to his chest. “It seems that he already likes you,” he didn't sound surprised, “I knew he’d like you, too.” Yoongi smiled shyly at the implications of his words. “Here, hold him while I get his leash and my wallet.”
Yoongi was a bit surprised that Taehyung trusted him with his dog so easily, but he held the puppy carefully between his arms, and the dog seemed to get comfortable pretty quickly. Yoongi smiled endearingly for having Taehyung’s dog's approval so fast.
The walk to the park went smoothly, both talking a bit more about their lives and giving Yeontan a lot of attention and pets. Taehyung had told him before that he was from Geochang, but then he confessed that he was actually born in Daegu, just like Yoongi. The difference was that Taehyung moved to Seoul recently.
“What?” Yoongi asked curiously, noting how happy Taehyung seemed about that reveal, and Taehyung smiled softly.
“It just seems like sooner or later we were meant to cross paths.” Yoongi suddenly felt shy, realizing the implication of his words. It seemed that Taehyung was one of the people that believed in fated mates. He didn't say those exact words, but it made sense for Yoongi.
Yoongi knew about that theory, but he was mostly convinced that it was a fairytale, at least that’s what his parents told him. “That theory was debunked decades ago” his father told him once, and Yoongi agreed. But a part of him thought that it was romantic and beautiful to be destined to meet another person.
They walked through the park, sometimes talking and sometimes simply enjoying the silence. It was comfortable to be with Taehyung. He stopped them a few times to take pictures. Yoongi lost count of how many pictures of him and Yeontan Taehyung took. And he didn't miss when Taehyung, not subtle at all, took pictures of just him.
Sometimes, they walked closer to each other than was necessary, and Yoongi could feel Taehyung's fingers touching his. That bare touch along with Taehyung’s soothing scent surrounding him sent a wave of heat through his whole body, especially when the touch lingered.
As comfortable and content as Yoongi was, he noticed a few stares. It was only two people, to be specific, but it weighed on him. Stares and frowns thrown at Taehyung, because Yoongi was not the only one who could feel his scent. He thought Taehyung noticed too, because everytime it happened his fingers lingered on him. Yoongi decided to do something to comfort him, he silently held Taehyung’s hand in his, and Taehyung reciprocated immediately, holding his hand carefully.
In the corner of his eye, Yoongi could see Taehyung’s smile. None of them said anything, they just kept walking back home with Tannie. And in that moment, Yoongi didn't know if fated mates were a real thing or not, but what he was really sure about, was how well both of their hands fit together and how perfect and right it felt.
Taehyung had invited Yoongi for lunch with the excuse that Tannie had missed Yoongi too much. He clarified that he didn't cook but he knew a really nice place to order take out. The message brought a smile to Yoongi’s face and it made him wonder if Tannie was the only one that had missed him.
As the weather was nice, Yoongi decided to put on shorts and sandals, a more casual look. But there was also a secret reason as to why he chose that outfit, lowkey he was expecting to draw Taehyung’s attention, like that time he saw Yoongi in his balcony. He would never admit it out loud, but the way Taehyung had looked at him made him feel good and now he almost craved it.
He was a bit nervous since it was the first time he was going to Taehyung's apartment, he had only seen bits of it from the outside. It was also the first time he was going to an alpha’s house, except Seokjin’s. A part of him felt like he was about to go into the lion’s den, but he tried to put those silly thoughts aside.
He grabbed his phone and the bottle of wine he had bought, Taehyung had mentioned before he did like wine, and Yoongi wanted to impress him with a good one. Excitement ran through his body while he was on his way, and it only increased the closer he got, only subsiding once Taehyung opened the door.
He was dressed casual too, but he still looked stylish and imposing. His wild hair made Yoongi's heart skip a beat. The white t-shirt and sweats were a surprisingly good look on him. Yoongi thought Taehyung was the only one who would pull that off.
Yoongi didn't miss how Taehyung leaned closer than necessary when he closed the door, and he felt his lovely scent in detail. Once inside, Taehyung’s scent was even stronger, lingering practically everywhere, but it felt good. Yoongi took his time to observe Taehyung’s apartment, and in simple words, the place was exactly like him, minimalistic yet full of colorful and abstract artworks on the walls and furniture.
He was so into admiring the paintings when he heard tiny steps tapping against the floor and then a familiar bark. Tannie was soon around his feet.
“Hello, baby.” Yoongi bent down to pet him, and Yeontan let himself be petted.
“You’re so affectionate with him, I might get jealous.” Taehyung said, pouting. Yoongi didn't know if he meant he was jealous of him or Yeontan.
Yoongi then saw the table and everything was already set, the plates neatly placed, and the food ready in the pots. The sight made Yoongi feel a wave of fondness for being tended to. He was used to making food for his friends from time to time, including Taehyung, but it felt good to be on the receiving end sometimes.
Suddenly Yoongi remembered the bottle of wine he had. “I brought you this, since you said you liked it.” He said, holding the bottle up for Taehyung to see.
“Oh, you didn't have to, hyung.” Taehyung said shyly.
“I wanted to. You bring the food and I bring the drinks, it's fair.” He smiled.
They quickly gathered around the table, and Taehyung was attentive with him the whole time, serving him pieces of meat, or whatever he felt like, and Yoongi let him, because it felt nice to be doted on.
In between bites they talked about their days, and it was pleasant, natural, nothing felt forced with Taehyung. His previous fear about being in his apartment seemed so silly right then. Even when Taehyung’s scent was everywhere, Yoongi didn’t feel overwhelmed, he felt relaxed.
But suddenly Taehyung spoke. “Hey, hyung, I’ve wanted to ask you something for a while now.” Yoongi nodded for him to continue, feeling a bit tense.
“Have you ever considered dropping the scent suppressants?” He paused trying to find the right words, “Like have you thought of sharing your scent with someone, um, like me, for example? Yoongi parted his lips in surprise. He knew his face was red, but at least he wasn’t the only one, because Taehyung looked really cute with flushed cheeks.
“I don’t know, Tae, I don’t think I’ve thought about it,” he said honestly, and Taehyung seemed to understand. But trying to think of a better answer, Yoongi considered the question for a moment. “It could be maybe for a few days, I don’t think I’d do it permanently, though.” Taehyung’s face lit up immediately after hearing that.
“And would you ever let someone scent you? By someone I mean me really.” Yoongi laughed at the clarification, followed by Taehyung who looked at him expectantly.
“Hmm, maybe,” Yoongi said, and he didn’t mean it to sound so demure, but it did, especially with the way his fingers played with the glass of wine, and he looked up at Taehyung under his lashes. Taehyung gulped his wine and then licked his lips.
“In Geochang, scenting is normal for people who are close to each other. It’s a way to show affection and comfort, and well,” he paused to look at Yoongi darkly, “other things too, but that’s between couples.” Yoongi looked down with a shy smile. He figured that. Taehyung had a hopeful look on his face that made Yoongi feel eager for what the future would bring for them.
Taehyung was doing the dishes, Yoongi had offered to do it but Taehyung insisted that Yoongi was his guest and he’d do it. He waited for him in the living room. The scent topic was quickly dropped after their short talk. He didn't know if they'd address it again.
Yeontan was at his feet waiting for pets, sniffing at his ankles, or licking at the skin, it tickled him, making him laugh. But suddenly Yoongi felt something warm on his leg, he looked down slowly to see that Yeontan had peed on him. Taehyung walked over right in that moment and saw it too.
“Yeontan!” Taehyung said loudly, “Bad puppy! Oh my god, Yoongi!” Yeontan whined for being scolded.
Yoongi shook his head. “It’s fine, he’s just a puppy.” He tried to stand up without staining anything, and Taehyung helped him. He guided Yoongi to the bathroom, seated him on the toilet lid, and then brought a towel and a bowl. Yoongi didn’t question anything, he just let Taehyung wash his skin, aware of how intimate the act actually was.
Taehyung broke the comfortable silence with a soft laugh, Yoongi looked up at him smiling too, the situation was ridiculous, it definitely wasn't how either of them envisioned the end of their lunch.
“I think he’s a bit like me,” Taehyung said looking at Yoongi with a soft smile that contrasted the intensity of his eyes, “he gets attached easily, and so he wants to keep you around, marking you.”
Yoongi felt his skin getting warm, the weight of Taehyung's words and his gentle touch on his skin suddenly caught up to him. He unconsciously curled his toes, and hoped that Taehyung didn't notice.
But Taehyung kept scrubbing his skin, and Yoongi bit his lip in relief, the touch felt nice. He didn’t even remember being this sensitive to someone’s touch. It was enough to make his tummy feel warm and his body to start reacting. Shame was not strong enough of a word to convey what he felt in that moment, especially when he started to feel a lot warmer between his legs, but it didn't deter him from enjoying the feeling.
“You’re that type?” Yoongi laughed with his eyes closed, “To mark your partner as your own?” Yoongi asked, he knew Taehyung’s words were gentle and careful, but the meaning behind them was possessiveness, marking. It was primitive, Yoongi knew, yet why did he like the idea so much? Especially when Taehyung looked at him like he wanted to eat him.
And it was too late when Yoongi noticed it, the slight wetness between his legs. Subtle, but it was still there. He winced at the realization, unimpressed with himself. But Taehyung wouldn't notice if it was as faint as it was, or would he?
With a tentative glance at his face, Yoongi saw Taehyung already staring at him, his expression was completely unreadable, serious, careful, and Yoongi knew it then that Taehyung did in fact notice.
What was the purpose of using scent blockers as diligently as he did, if once he started leaking like he was in heat, he still gave away his arousal, still gave away a private part of himself.
A gentle hand was still holding his leg, maybe a bit tighter than before. Without uttering a word, Yoongi carefully removed himself from Taehyung’s grip, barely able to look him in the eye after his stunt.
“Thank you.” Yoongi said softly, looking down, and quickly stood up to leave, but Taehyung beat him to it.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Yoongi knew he wasn’t talking about Yeontan's incident, “I'll leave you to it, don’t worry.” And after he left, Yoongi released a long sigh. Images of Taehyung manhandling him to mark his skin invaded his traitorous mind.
Right then was not the time to think of that. He washed his face with cold water and then grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself. There was a noticeable wet patch in his underwear, and he cursed himself in silence for how shameless his body reacted. A hint of his scent was faintly present in his slick, and Taehyung definitely felt it. At least then he knew his scent.
When Yoongi felt ready to exit the bathroom, he saw Taehyung with crossed arms resting against the wall, he then met his eyes. It was such an attractive sight, he always was.
As Yoongi approached him, he noticed two things, first, Taehyung had cleaned up the floor, and second, his scent. It hit Yoongi like never before. If he always found his scent strong, in that moment it was stronger and inviting. He had an idea of what it was, Taehyung felt affected by Yoongi’s arousal.
Averting his eyes from Taehyung, he picked up his stuff and put on his shoes. He finally looked up at him. “Thank you for this lunch and everything really, Tae. And please don't scold Tannie too much.”
“Maybe I should thank him,” Taehyung said calmly. Yoongi didn't say anything but he could feel his face starting to warm up.
“I should leave. I have stuff to do.” Taehyung looked at him and nodded, unconvinced, looking like he wanted to say something else but he didn’t. Yoongi appreciated that.
They agreed to meet for lunch or dinner again, in either of their places.
Back in his apartment, Yoongi could only think of Taehyung’s scent of arousal, and how he felt so turned on by the mere idea of Taehyung claiming him and marking him.
He was genuinely losing his mind.
The following days Taehyung sent him pictures of Yeontan. His favorite was one where Tannie was in the corner of the room wearing a tiny cone made of paper in his head. The caption said: bad puppy’s punishment. But right after, Taehyung sent another picture where he had Tannie in his arms, smooching him. That puppy was definitely spoiled. The caption of that one said: lesson learned, he’ll behave next time.
Yoongi couldn't help but smile at that, and he also was glad that Taehyung hadn't brought up the topic of his arousal. Even thinking about that made him wince.
That day, Yoongi spoke with his friends, he asked them about their days, work, life, and they obviously asked him about Taehyung. Hoseok and Seokjin were both a menace that enjoyed teasing him, his Namjonie was a bit more compassionate, but still a menace. He told them about his lunches with Taehyung, but he absolutely didn't mention anything about his little incident. That was something between him and Taehyung only.
Deep down, Yoongi knew that he had to acknowledge what he felt. Those strong emotions and sensations he felt with Taehyung. But he recognized that it wasn’t as difficult as he thought it’d be. Min Yoongi had a major crush on an alpha. Taehyung. And he was happy about it.
Yoongi got used to Taehyung texting him everyday, sometimes he even sent audios or video called him. That's why when it was almost night and Taehyung didn't text him all day, Yoongi found it strange. Without thinking too much about it, Yoongi sent him a message and even attached a selfie to it. Taehyung always sent pictures of himself or his surroundings, and often asked Yoongi to send pictures back.
To Yoongi's surprise, Taehyung's reply didn't come. He must have been busy that day, Yoongi reasoned, but just in case he sent another message.
[Me]
You okay? haven't heard from you today.
Yoongi started scrolling through instagram and other social media, until almost an hour later he finally decided to get some chores done. When he went back to his room, he saw that he had a message from Taehyung. Immediately he felt relief, he had started to get worried. Opening the chat, there was only one word.
[Tae]
gorgeous
Yoongi lifted his eyebrows, a bit surprised. Even with the things he's talked with Taehyung, and his forward personality, he always called him cute or pretty, or replied to his selfies with heart eyed emojis. Gorgeous was a new one, it made a difference to him.
Another message came up after that one.
[Tae]
I’m okay. Missed me?
Yoongi rolled his eyes at the message. That sounded more like the Taehyung he knew. He replied with the emoji of the same expression, like he did plenty of times.
[Me]
busy day?
Yoongi saw the three dots appear and disappear. And then Taehyung seemed to stop writing at all. If he was curious before, right then he was getting a bit anxious. Taehyung was a fast replier. It wasn’t his usual behavior. But several minutes later, he received a reply. Yoongi gasped loudly when he saw the message.
[Tae]
my rut came earlier, im in rut.
Yoongi didn’t really have any idea of why Taehyung was acting mysterious, but he definitely didn’t expect that to be the reason. He had known that Taehyung had his ruts, from that talk they had a while ago, but it was like he didn’t properly absorb the information back then.
[Tae]
im okay tho, dont worry
its more like pre rut
Yoongi didn’t know what to say, it’s not like he knew what a rut felt like, and even if it was similar to a heat, Yoongi’s heats have always been tame. Since he didn’t want to bother Taehyung during that state he was in, he opted for leaving the conversation there.
[Me]
oh i see
take care then tae
Taehyung didn’t reply anything back, and it was okay, he was probably busy doing whatever he did during his rut, or pre rut. Yoongi himself preferred to be left alone during his heats, but then again he lived alone.
With a long sigh he checked the time, it was 21:36, too early to sleep, but since he didn’t have anything else to do, sleeping sounded like the best option to keep his mind away from Taehyung and his rut.
But he was wrong, he kept rolling around in his bed, sleep not coming at all, even when he felt a bit tired. His mind coming back to Taehyung and his message. Yoongi imagined ten scenarios per minute, curiosity-and perhaps loneliness-getting the best of him.
He even considered going to the balcony to see if he heard anything, but shame made him regret it almost immediately. What was he thinking? But all of a sudden, he had one big concern. Was Taehyung alone?
Yoongi remembered Taehyung mentioning he had spent his ruts with people, and he understood then that Taehyung had a lot of experience when it came to sex. And truth be told, Yoongi had no idea what his thing with Taehyung actually was. He was pretty sure he was courting him, but was he looking for something serious?
Yoongi was never a reckless person, always calm and collected, but in that moment, the uncertainty was too much for him to handle. Without even thinking, he grabbed his phone with clumsy fingers and video called Taehyung.
He didn't even try to fix his hair or clothes for the call, he just laid comfortably on his side. But when seconds passed and the tone kept ringing loudly in his ears, Yoongi started to realize what he had done. He was about to hang up when the call was answered.
“Hyung?”
The room was dark, barely illuminated by what seemed to be the TV. Yoongi saw Taehyung, an eyebrow arched in question, he looked a bit dazed, so handsome with his messy hair and what seemed to be a bit of shadow in his jaw and upper lip. He looked to be in bed too, his back against the bed frame.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, Yoongi’s mouth was hanging open, but no word came out of it. He probably looked flushed, the lightning of his room could give that away in contrast to Taehyung’s. Yoongi faintly heard the background sound of music, the jazzy tunes that Taehyung loved, but the sensual type. It didn’t help the situation at all.
“Why are you video calling me now, hyung? It's kinda cruel.” Taehyung said with a wince, and that seemed to get Yoongi to react.
“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He said lamely.
There was silence after that, Taehyung didn’t look convinced of his words. “Are you sure that’s why you called me, hyung?”
His head was thrown back, resting against the bed frame. The tilt of his jaw gave him a commanding look, confident, looking at him down. It was like he owned the whole place, the whole world even, including Yoongi. Taehyung owned him.
“I wanted to know if you were alone.”
Taehyung didn’t say anything, his face was serious, it made Yoongi regret immediately having said that, or calling him at all. It wasn’t his business. But then Taehyung shook his head and laughed lightly.
“You’re a possessive omega, aren’t you.”
Yoongi felt his eyes widened. “I’m not!” He said defensive, not liking the accusation.
Taehyung laughed some more, “It’s sexy.” He added, enjoying teasing Yoongi. “I'm alone, hyung,” he admitted then, pausing for a moment, eyes intently on Yoongi, and he waited attentively for him to continue. “But I did lie about something. I’m in full rut, hyung.”
Yoongi dropped his gaze to the bed, not able to control his mouth. “What were you doing?” He asked in a soft tone, unconsciously adopting that demure attitude every time he was with Taehyung. To provoke a reaction. And Yoongi knew. He knew what Taehyung was most likely doing. But he wanted to hear it from him.
For a brief moment, Taehyung seemed surprised by Yoongi’s innocent question. “I was, ah, jerking off when you called.” He said nonchalantly.
Yoongi bit lips, somehow ashamed for having interrupted Taehyung in a moment like that, ashamed for thinking about it. Yet, at the same time, he didn’t care. It was like he wanted to catch him.
“Hyung, do you want to see?” Taehyung interrupted his quilty thoughts, but Yoongi noticed how his tone was careful, gentle. Even in a moment like that he was thoughtful. But most importantly, he was hopeful.
“Please.” Was the only thing Yoongi said, almost pleading, making Taehyung’s face go back to his hungry demeanor.
He heard Taehyung cursing under his breath, it seemed like he was trying to search for something. He licked his lips and put the camera on the bed, static, probably in some sort of tripod, adjusting the focus in a way that both his face and his crotch were visible, his legs spread wide open.
It was the most erotic sight Yoongi had ever seen, and he thought it should be unfair, how gorgeous and imposing Taehyung looked from that angle. Anyone else would look hideous, but not him.
“I want to show you, hyung,” he hissed, “want to show you how hard I am.”
Yoongi felt his cheeks completely warm at hearing Taehyung's honest and filthy words. Their ambiguous relationship taking a considerable step further in that moment. But he nodded eagerly, encouraging Taehyung to continue.
“‘Been thinking of you, hyung, for a while now, touch myself thinking of you," he confessed, making Yoongi’s arousal even more prominent. “Do you forgive me, hyung?”
Yoongi focused his gaze on the big bulge in Taehyung’s gray sweats, the outline of his cock so painfully noticeable, his big hand palming himself over the fabric. There was even a wet patch near the tip. It was an obscene sight, like something he wasn’t supposed to see but still he couldn't look away.
Taehyung didn’t tease himself long, his hand going to the waistband of his pants and pulling them down quickly. That was when Yoongi finally saw it. Taehyung’s cock slapped heavily against his belly as he hissed in relief. One hand immediately wrapping around it.
He stroked himself with intent, hard, but slow enough for it to be noticeable on camera, aware of Yoongi's eyes on him. The sight had Yoongi squirming in his bed, legs squeezing together tightly to bring himself some relief. His slick had started to pour for a while now, probably since Taehyung had asked him to see. He knew he was making a mess of his pajama bottoms, but it didn’t matter.
Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore and he snuck a hand under his pants, rubbing circles around his cocklet, the relief almost making him let out a loud moan, but he bit his lip hard to swallow the noise. His fingers went further, teasing his wet folds and impatiently inserting a finger in himself.
Taehyung started panting, he moved on his knees, his cock was in full view then. Yoongi had to swallow the lump in his throat at the sight. It looked so big even in Taehyung's hand, it was hypnotizing to see his hand moving around it, up and down. Yoongi wondered how it’d feel in his own hand, probably warm and heavy, or how it’d taste, and how it’d feel inside his wet pussy.
“Hyung,” Taehyung's voice sounded breathless. “Hyung,” he repeated and it sounded like a plea. “I want to fuck, hyung," he said slowing his movement, edging himself, “want to fuck you so bad, hyung.” He slowed down his movements, measured and sensual.
Taehyung's dirty words and how much affected he seemed by Yoongi only encouraged him to increase his own rhythm, not able to stop the little gasps coming from his parted lips. A fire inside himself he's never felt before.
Taehyung seemed to catch up to it. “Hyung?” he asked, “fuck, hyung, are you touching yourself?" Yoongi tried to hide his face on the pillow, embarrassed, but nodded regardless. He then took a peek from the pillow and saw Taehyung's dark eyes on him. “You’re so sexy, omega.” Yoongi’s little whines got louder after that, his finger pressing harder inside himself, making his legs start to tremble.
Never in his life did Yoongi think he'd like anyone call him omega the way Taehyung did, possessively, and a bit condescending even, but there he was, getting even wetter after hearing it.
Taehyung let out a groan, the sound so wanton and unashamed, so lost in his own pleasure. The distinct sound of his hands stroking his wet cock only added to Yoongi’s arousal.
“Can I see, hyung? How wet you are for my cock?'' Yoongi hesitated for a moment, getting shy once again after hearing Taehyung's crude words. But Taehyung added that he wanted to see his hand, and it was embarrassing really, to show his hand soaked with his slick, but he wanted to be good for Taehyung.
Yoongi carefully pulled away his hand, missing the feeling of fullness, pussy pulsing and throbbing. He placed his hand in front of the camera, moving his fingers to show the threads of slick that formed. He heard Taehyung curse and once again it brought satisfaction to see the effect he had on the alpha.
“Wish I could taste you, hyung. Bet you have a tasty pussy.” He said, and Yoongi didn’t even try to hide his desperate sounds and moved his hand back to his pussy, resuming his movements, trying to press on his sensitive cocklet with his palm, even if it was a featherly touch.
“Fuck, I’m gonna knot, hyung.” Yoongi noticed how Taehyung’s movements had slowed, his cock getting bigger at the base, hand pressing around it. It was his knot. He didn’t think Taehyung’s cock would get even bigger, he's never seen something like that. It was equally as hot as it was intimidating. Would that even fit inside him? He’d like to try.
Just the mere thought of being knotted and bred had the muscles of his legs and tummy clenching, he squeezed them harder, a tingling feeling spreading all over his body, but he kept pressing with his finger inside his cunt, until he gasped quietly, and his hand got completely soak with his release.
Almost in sync, Taehyung groaned as he came, his hand still pumping his cock, streak after streak of come kept spurting from his cock. It was a lot, Yoongi didn't know how it was possible, but it was hot. All of that could be in him someday.
He kept looking for what felt like a long time, until Taehyung stopped coming. He still had his knot, his hand pressing firmly on it, and then the camera moved, Taehyung was reaching for something, and Yoongi could distinguish what looked like a fleshlight. Taehyung put it on his knot and sighed, tired. They looked at each other, sated, both catching their breath.
“Pretty hyung, pretty omega.” Taehyung said smiling, and Yoongi smiled back. With a wave of his hand, Taehyung ended the video call. Yoongi rolled on his bed, still smiling. He didn't reflect on everything that just happened between him and Taehyung, he just wanted to sleep, feeling spent and happy.
The next day, Taehyung texted him as normal, Yoongi thought that maybe he’d pretend nothing happened, but the first thing Taehyung told him was how much he had enjoyed Yoongi’s call.
Taehyung let him know he was still in rut, but he didn’t ask anything else of Yoongi, and Yoongi was glad of that. A small part of his brain thought that Taehyung would misinterpret his video call and think it was okay to ask more of him, but that wasn’t the case, not during that day, nor the day after, when Taehyung’s rut ended.
All his life, Yoongi grew up hearing stories of how rogue alphas were dangerous, that it was better not to trust them, especially during their ruts, and maybe some of those stories were true, but it didn’t mean that every rogue alpha or alpha in general was like that.
The fact that Taehyung didn’t take suppressants didn’t make him any more dangerous than any other person out there. Taehyung was a good man, he just liked his body as it was, scent and rut included, and he even enjoyed those things, taking pleasure-quite literally-in them.
Sometimes, Yoongi wished he could be or feel as free as Taehyung was. Before Taehyung, he had never questioned those things, he was content with what he had, and he still was, and that was okay. But he definitely admired Taehyung’s unabashed form of being, and he was glad he got to meet someone so different from him.
He thought about Taehyung’s words that time they were at the park. It did feel like it was destiny that brought them together.
It’d been a few days since Taehyung’s rut ended, and Yoongi still found himself thinking about it, especially at night. What happened that day only served to make Yoongi eager for more. If he was hesitant before, right then he was only curious.
The things Taehyung said to him were something completely unthinkable for Yoongi. The times he had sex with betas in the past, he didn’t recall having that kind of reaction. It was a mystery to him why Taehyung affected him so much.
Since they hadn’t seen each other in person, Yoongi invited Taehyung over to watch a movie. There was a new one on streaming that both of them liked, Taehyung had mentioned before that dramas with touches of humor were his favorites. And Yoongi was okay with anything, as long as it wasn’t too long.
When Taehyung arrived, Yoongi greeted him with a wave, but couldn't hold eye contact for long, averting his gaze to anywhere else, inevitably blushing when he saw him, but that dazzling smile of his made him smile too.
“Missed you, hyung.” Taehyung said so calmly, his soft tone made Yoongi relax almost immediately.
“I really enjoyed the other day, hyung. I meant everything I said, then, if that’s okay with you.” He had already told Yoongi that through text, but it seemed that he wanted to reassure Yoongi that he was being honest.
“I liked it, too, Tae.” Yoongi confessed shyly. And without wasting time he guided Taehyung to his room.
“We’re watching the movie in your room?” Taehyung asked, a bit surprised. And just then it dawned on Yoongi the implication of his actions, suddenly feeling mortified. Did he do it on purpose?
“The biggest TV is in my room, but if you prefer the living roo-”
“No, your room is fine to me.” Taehyung interrupted. Yoongi didn’t know how he managed to say that so smoothly, but it was true, in part. Maybe what he didn’t mention was that he really wanted to be close to Taehyung.
In his room, Taehyung got comfortable on the bed, and Yoongi followed him, sitting right next to him, their sides pressed to each other, but none of them said anything. Yoongi played the movie and everything was fine.
Except that in their proximity, Yoongi could feel Taehyung’s lavender scent very strongly, he thought that it was stronger than other days. Was his rut really over or? He didn’t even notice when he started sniffing.
“Something’s wrong?” Taehyung asked.
“Your scent is different.” Yoongi said curiously.
Taehyung smiled. “It’s normal after a rut.”
“But you’re not in rut anymore, right?”
“No, hyung. Don’t worry. Does my scent bother you?” He asked, a bit worried.
But then Yoongi leaned in and sniffed the skin of his neck, his lips touching, and he felt Taehyung tensing. He pulled back and shook his head.
“I like it.”
Taehyung looked at him with curious eyes, and Yoongi realized how close their faces were to each other, noses barely millimeters apart.
“What do you want, hyung?” Taehyung asked, forward as always.
Yoongi glanced down at Taehyung’s lips, licking his own, Taehyung followed the movement and did the same. It was all Yoongi needed to lean forward and place a short peck on Taehyung’s lips.
“Cute hyung,” Taehyung whispered, his gaze was dark, and he looked almost hungry.
He caressed Yoongi’s face with a hand and leaned in to give him a proper kiss, Yoongi receiving him with parted lips. Taehyung hummed shamelessly into his mouth, like he was craving to taste him. It made Yoongi blush a bit, but he reciprocated the kiss with tentative moves of his lips.
Taehyung pulled away just to have a look at Yoongi's face. He must have looked flushed and wide eyed. Taehyung smiled at the sight and leaned in once again, but this time it was more desperate, Yoongi felt Taehyung’s tongue, it made him blush how fast he opened his mouth wide for him to take whatever he wanted, and Taehyung deepened the kiss, lapping at his mouth with want.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck, and grabbed handfuls of his hair as a way to ground himself and pull him closer. The wet smack of their mouths was obscene, but Yoongi didn't care. Instead he moved to lay down on the bed and brought Taehyung down with him, between Yoongi’s legs.
Taehyung broke the kiss to leave pecks near his mouth, quickly moving to his jaw. He looked up at Yoongi with a questioning look, and Yoongi had an idea of what he was thinking.
He kissed his lips again and lingered there before he moved to nose at Yoongi’s neck. The first puff of hot breath against his skin tickled, to the point that a shiver went down his spine, and Taehyung seemed to notice.
“You’re sensitive here, hyung?” He asked and blew air on his skin. Yoongi gasped, feeling goosebumps all over. Taehyung raised an eyebrow at his reaction. “I see. Cute.”
Yoongi had to look away to calm his wild heart, but it only served for Taehyung to take the chance to dip down and kiss his neck, fully kiss him this time, open mouthed kisses that left his skin moist and his body wanting more.
Taehyung's mouth was so close to his scent gland, where mating marks used to go. He wondered for a moment how it would feel to be marked. But he didn't want to find out. Taehyung kissed him there before he felt his tongue.
Yoongi didn’t expect to react so soon, but he could feel the slick coming out of him.
“Ah, Tae,” Yoongi whined, not able to control the way his back arched. “I’m getting-”
“What?” Taehyung looked at him darkly.
“I’m getting wet.”
Taehyung looked down at him, there was a glint in his eyes that he hadn't seen before, not even through the video call when he was in rut. The yellow of his irises seemed to spark and it was almost hypnotizing.
“Do you want to stop?” He asked calmly.
Yoongi hesitated, but he would be lying if he said he didn't want to continue this. “No, I want more, please.”
Taehyung grabbed him by the jaw and kissed him hard, it was possessive, how he liked to control the kiss and take, but it only served to get Yoongi wetter. He didn't even realize when he had begun to grind his hips against Taehyung's crotch. And he felt it. Taehyung was hard, as affected as Yoongi was.
But the stickiness between his legs was making him uncomfortable, his shorts were ruined.
“Wait,” Yoongi was getting impatient. “I have an idea,” he pointed at his shorts. The fabric was so flimsy that the dampness was noticeable even there. He looked up at Taehyung, who was transfixed looking at the wet patch in his shorts, instinctively Yoongi tried to close his legs as he pulled his shorts down, trying to hide his bareness. All under Taehyung's heavy gaze.
“You can take off yours, too,” Yoongi said. “Here, let me”
He placed his hands in the hem of Taehyung’s pants, who nodded eagerly. Yoongi teased the outline of Taehyung’s hard cock with the tip of his fingers, he observed his reaction, but Taehyung only pushed his hips forward, seeking more of his touch.
Yoongi then palmed him over his whole length. Taehyung was almost humping his hand, completely unabashed, letting out shameless groans and whines and driving Yoongi insane.
He decided it was enough teasing, without preamble he unbuttoned Taehyung's pants fast. As expected, Taehyung wasn't wearing underwear. Yoongi was met face first with Taehyung’s cock, full mast and needy. It was so tempting to just lean in and put his mouth on it, but the throbbing between his legs was getting almost painful.
Yoongi laid down then, and he saw Taehyung's surprised eyes, but before he got his hopes up he clarified.
“I’m not letting you fuck me yet, puppy.'' Taehyung nodded. If he felt disappointed he didn't show it. “I want to try something else, though." He said as he opened his legs wide, overcoming his initial shyness.
“Just, rub on me, yeah? Don’t put your cock inside.” He warned. Taehyung nodded eagerly, laying on top of Yoongi. The contact of Taehyung’s hard cock with the wet and sensitive skin of his pussy made him let out a soft gasp.
“Hyung,” Taehyung said a bit breathless, “You’re so wet down here. Getting my cock so wet and I’m not even inside.” He said almost in awe. Yoongi knew his cheeks were flushed, he could only whine to make Taehyung shut up, but he wasn't lying.
“Do you like my scent that much, hyung? Does it make you this wet?” Taehyung said against Yoongi’s neck. By then his body was completely flushed against Yoongi’s, only supporting himself with his forearms.
“You’re hard too.” Yoongi said, trying to defend himself, pointing out that their desire was not one sided.
“I am. You’re sexy. A sexy omega.” Taehyung said simply. Yoongi tried to hide his face with his hands, still not used to Taehyung’s bluntness, but Taehyung grinded down purposely, the hard press of his cock between his folds and his sensitive cocklet was overwhelming, his body seeking that contact, slick pouring trying to get this alpha’s cock inside him.
Taehyung kept the movements short and sensual, he seemed to be enjoying it as much as Yoongi was. The way he moved, calculated ar first, but soon losing his rythm as if he couldn’t control the need to just fuck.
“Hyung,” he said against his mouth. “Are you gonna let me be inside you sometime?” He asked hopefully, still moving his hips.
The wet noises of Yoongi’s slick between them made him try to close his legs around him, but Taehyung pressed a palm on his inner thigh to keep them open. The gesture made Yoongi trust up, trying to feel Taehyung's cock to the fullest between their bodies.
“I, ah, it won’t fit, too big.” Yoongi said.
“My cock?”
Yoongi nodded.
“So big.” Yoongi slurred, completely delirious.
“It’ll fit, you’re made to take my cock. My cock only.” Taehyung added, thrusting especially hard, trying to show Yoongi what he was missing.
“I’ll knot you so many times, hyung. I’ll mark you with my cum.” The air between them was hot. “It’s my, ah, my way to mark you, own you.” he said, completely focused on fucking. “Is that okay, hyung?” he asked innocently.
Yoongi wanted to refute him, to call him a pervert, a deranged alpha, but he couldn’t, because he wanted it, he wanted Taehyung’s knot and be owned by him.
“Yes, please.” Yoongi said between gasps.
That tickling and pressing sensation in Yoongi’s tummy started to get stronger and stronger, he wasn’t even ready when his muscles started contracting and he was coming, just from the stimulation on the outside.
Taehyung kept thrusting, a curse leaving his body when he noticed the mess Yoongi made, but he continued. The pressure of his cock against Yoongi's small one would be painful if Yoongi didn't feel so feral and hungry for more. Taehyung pulled away, grabbed his cock pumping fastly and then came all over Yoongi's pussy and tummy, as if trying to mark him with it.
With the last bit of his energy, Taehyung moved them to their side. He looked at Yoongi’s face for a moment and Yoongi held eye contact. In that moment, Yoongi felt safe and sated, like he hadn't felt in a long time. Taehyung cleaned him and went back to bed, both falling asleep almost immediately.
The last thought in Yoongi’s mind was that he wanted Taehyung to be his alpha.
Yoongi had thought about it for a good while then, but after what happened between them yesterday-they basically had sex, and he enjoyed it like never before-he was completely sure. He was going to stop taking scent suppressants, only temporarily.
With Taehyung, he’s learned that it was okay to succumb to their wolf instincts sometimes, it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, or something dangerous. But he still preferred to use suppressants since he’s always been a private person.
He’s also learned that he’s okay with Taehyung feeling his scent, but only Taehyung. Not just any person would have that honor. And he accepted that he loved the idea to be called omega, to be Taehyung’s omega, and he would like to enjoy that with Taehyung, too.
Yoongi liked to see Taehyung painting, and Taehyung enjoyed his company in those moments, too. If it were Yoongi, he’d feel nervous having someone look at him while he worked, especially if that person was Taehyung with his piercing gaze.
He looked so focused on his work that it was relaxing to watch him. Yoongi was entranced looking, and was startled when Taehyung looked at him directly in the eyes.
“Are you sleepy?” He asked, he probably looked like he was dozing off on the couch. Yoongi nodded.
Taehyung hummed and then continued painting. “You should take a nap here, or go back to yours if you're tired, hyung.” But Yoongi shook his head, he was there with a mission.
“Actually, I wanted to tell you something.” He was so comfortable on the sofa and Taehyung's scent was so soothing that he didn't feel nervous. “I’ve been thinking of going off scent suppressants,” he paused to see Taehyung with wide eyes and parted lips, “For a while, not permanently,” he clarified, but Taehyung only nodded with the same expression.
As he didn’t say anything, Yoongi continued, “I’ve wanted to take some days off work for a while and I was considering going off suppressants during those days.”
“I want to spend those days with you,” Yoongi said softly, “I want to scent you.” Taehyung’s expression was a mixture of surprise but also excitement. The yellow glint in his eyes was proof of it, it made Yoongi feel goosebumps but also eager for what would happen.
“Hyung, I’m surprised,” Taehyung confessed, “I know that’s a big deal to you.”
Taehyung looked at him fondly, and he seemed content. They both just stared at each other for a moment, smiling. It was like they both knew what those days off meant, and there was no need to say anything out loud. They just knew, and Yoongi couldn’t wait for those days to come.
It’s been a week since Yoongi gradually dropped the scent suppressants. He made a doctor appointment to make sure he didn’t suffer from any side effects. Scent suppressants weren’t particularly strong meds, but he also was on contraceptives that controlled his heats, as was the norm, he needed to do it correctly.
He didn’t feel any difference during the first days, but by the fifth day he noticed that his scent was perceptible, very mildly, but it was there. He sighed, thinking back of how unconceivable something like that was for him, but there he was, with his mint scent in the air.
Initially, Yoongi wanted to wait a little longer before seeing Taehyung, but seven days was enough, his scent was more than noticeable by then. On the fourth day, he had seen Taehyung on the balcony, he had asked him how he was feeling and Yoongi laughed at that, telling him that he didn't need to worry.
But then Taehyung got serious, and Yoongi asked him what it was, and Taehyung said almost ecstatic that he could feel his scent from that distance. Yoongi was surprised by that, but Yoongi has learned that Taehyung's alpha senses made him more susceptible to certain things.
Taehyung sipped at the glass of wine he was holding. “I really can't wait to feel your scent properly.” And Yoongi took a moment to observe his side profile, his elegant and graceful features that contrasted with his assertive tone.
Yoongi’s been at edge for a while, he was conscious of it. He’s gotten impatient. His mind wandering to dangerous territory. He already knew what Taehyung's hands felt like on his skin, or what his mouth felt like trailing kisses along his body. But what he wanted to know was how he’d feel inside, how he’d handle him while he fucked him.
There was no point denying that he wanted Taehyung to knot him and be rough with him, to make this alpha own him, make Yoongi his, and mark his body.
He suddenly was woken up from his little fantasy by Taehyung's soft laugh. Yoongi turned to see that he was looking at him with a lopsided smile.
“What?” Yoongi asked a bit defensively.
“Don’t forget that I can feel your scent now.'' Yoongi's eyes widened in surprise at being caught. It'd take him more than just a few days to get used to something he neglected his whole life. At least the darkness wouldn’t give away the way his cheeks reddened, but Taehyung's stare only added to the fire he felt in his body.
"What were you thinking, omega?" Yoongi still felt his body react so strongly every time Taehyung called him omega. His face felt so hot that he didn't say anything back, but Taehyung took his silence as his answer.
"I see, what a naughty omega." He teased and Yoongi covered his face with his hands, whining out loud.
"You’re so annoying," Yoongi said, trying to seem nonchalant, but he knew it was futile.
Taehyung only laughed, "You’re a cute hyung. it’s okay, I really liked to feel your scent like that. Wish to get more of it." He confessed. Yoongi stared at him with a serious expression. He knew his scent was still a bit weak, he wanted it to be in full force for some reason.
"In a few days." Was the only thing he said before he went back inside, leaving Taehyung with a surprised look on his face.
Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time he felt as enthusiastic and euphoric as he did in that moment. The day where he’d show Taehyung his scent had finally arrived. And it was funny to him how his scent could give that enthusiasm away, too. His mint scent was the strongest he’s felt since he dropped the suppressants, but it wasn’t overwhelming or irritating, it had a soothing effect on him, just like Taehyung’s. Yoongi didn’t think he’d like to feel his own scent around so much.
When the doorbell rang, his scent spiked in excitement, and with a tingly feeling in his body, he answered the door. Taehyung was in front of him, smiling as soon as he saw Yoongi, and his eyes widened, able to feel Yoongi’s scent perfectly well from such a short distance.
“Hyung!” He exclaimed happily.
His puppy face was so endearing to Yoongi, it was automatic when he opened his arms to receive him in a hug, Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms around him tightly and nosed at his neck.
“Can I please, hyung? Taehyung asked against his skin, and Yoongi nodded, already feeling a bit breathless. And Taehyung sniffed so loudly that it made Yoongi laugh.
“Oh, God.” He said, leaving kisses over Yoongi’s scent gland and letting out a pleased hum.
“Do you like it? Yoongi asked. Taehyung pulled away to cup his face in his hands.
“I love it, knew I’d love it.” He said before kissing Yoongi on the lips soundly, and then went back to nuzzle Yoongi's neck. “Gonna live here forever.'' Taehyung said with so much conviction in his voice that Yoongi laughed again.
Yoongi pulled away to look at Taehyung's face, “I want to scent you, Tae.” He said confidently.
Taehyung’s eyes widened once again, “Really, hyung?” He said in a soft tone, and if Yoongi wasn’t wrong, there was a vulnerable tone to it too, like he was genuinely moved that Yoongi decided to do that.
“Yes, I want to do this with you.” Yoongi said with a smile.
Before he himself would get emotional, he grabbed Taehyung’s hand and guided him onto the large couch in the living room.
“Wait, right now?” Taehyung said.
“Yeah?” Yoongi said, like it was obvious. “Sit down, please.” And Taehyung did so with eagerness, quickly overcoming his initial surprise.
Yoongi shyly approached him to straddle his lap. He did so carefully, trying to look him in the eyes, Taehyung’s attentive expression didn’t help his nervousness. Yoongi’s never been that affectionate or intimate with someone else. His previous short-lived relationships never reached that level of intimacy, always just straight to the point.
But Taehyung only pulled him closer, both hands grabbing his waist firmly to sit him on his lap fully. His touch felt warmer than other times, even through his clothes, and his eyes only showed adoration.
Yoongi glanced at Taehyung’s neck, both of their scents surrounding each other, it was comforting. He looked back at his face and leaned in to nose at his neck, Yoongi felt the hold on his waist get tighter, Taehyung’s breathing getting shaky in anticipation.
Yoongi kissed him there, leaving peck after peck on Taehyung's scent gland, wrists rubbing his neck in an effort to drown his alpha in his mint scent. And Taehyung let him do it.
Encouraged by Taehyung’s soft whines, Yoongi started to leave open-mouthed kisses, grazing his teeth and nipping at the delicate skin. And even if he knew that omegas weren’t able to mark their partners, Yoongi couldn’t resist the strong urge to bite him there, and he did. It wasn’t brutish to the point of hurting him, but it was a bite in the end.
Taehyung hissed loudly, but the way he moved his hips upwards and Yoongi could feel the start of his arousal was confirmation that he liked it.
Taehyung grabbed Yoongi by the hair, a gentle grip, but enough to make Yoongi gasp. “Are you trying to mark me, omega?” Taehyung asked with dark eyes, the yellow glint in them was more alive than ever.
Yoongi looked down at him, since Taehyung still had a grip in his hair. “I can’t do that.” He answered, feigning innocence, an act that Taehyung liked to see. And he saw his smile, amused.
“You see? Possessive omega.” Yoongi didn’t deny anything this time, and Taehyung kept up the movement of his hips, his hands slowly reaching for Yoongi’s ass, who only nodded indicating that it was fine.
Taehyung released the grip on his hair and started to leave kisses on Yoongi’s neck. Unlike Yoongi, Taehyung could mark him, and that’s why he measured his actions, only nipping at the skin, sucking hard to leave his own temporary marks in the form of bruises.
Yoongi only held Taehyung's head tighter, caressing his hair and motioning for him to continue, feeling his body hot and his skin sensitive to any touch. His eagerness made Taehyung moan against his neck. “Taste so good, tasty omega.” He said.
“You’re silly.” Yoongi laughed, so incredibly relaxed in his alpha’s hold. Taehyung pulled away and looked at him serious.
“I mean it.” He said, leaning to mouth at Yoongi’s jaw, and then pressing kisses over his lips and neck again. And it had been a while since Yoongi felt his slick starting to pour out.
“Tae, let’s go to my room.” He said impatiently. He was going to stain Taehyung’s pants if they kept going there, his own already soaked.
Taehyung nodded and helped Yoongi stand up, the trip to his room was hasty, Taehyung impatiently grabbing his waist and pressing himself against Yoongi’s back while they walked. Yoongi didn’t even notice when they were already there, laying down on his bed, looking up at Taehyung with what he knew were his own puppy eyes.
Yoongi started to undress slowly, under Taehyung's intense gaze. It was exciting to see his reactions, hands resisting the need to touch him, but letting him do this little show for him. Until he removed his underwear, trying not to feel embarrassed for how soaked they were, but it only served to make Taehyung lean down, separating Yoongi's legs.
He shyly did so, face feeling warm. He was presenting for his alpha.
“Take your clothes off, too,” Yoongi demanded. Taehyung laughed but did as he was told. “Please, Tae, come here.”
“So impatient, omega.” Taehyung teased, but Yoongi only rolled his eyes. He’s waited long enough, he wanted Taehyung’s cock right in that moment, no teasing, no nothing.
“Tae,” Yoongi said, serious, “I’m ready now. I want you to knot me, please.”
“Are you sure?” Taehyung asked as serious as Yoongi did, but Yoongi nodded.
“Yes, I am. I trust you.” He said with a smile. Taehyung’s face only demonstrated fondness as he leaned down to position himself between Yoongi’s legs.
“Tae,” Yoongi said suddenly, and Taehyung looked at him attentively. “You’re my alpha,” he said.
Taehyung arched an eyebrow at his words. “Yeah?” He said, trying to hide his excitement, but his eyes gave him away.
“Yeah,” Yoongi said, while his hand started to touch Taehyung’s chest, slowly going lower and lower, until he reached Taehyung’s wet cock. “This is mine, too,” he said calmly, like it was a fact, wrapping his hand around it.
Just as Yoongi had imagined before, it felt so heavy and hot in his palm, twitching because of his touch, Taehyung’s breathing was getting louder, his hips moving with Yoongi’s hand.
Taehyung licked his lips and guided one of his hands between Yoongi's legs. His breath hitched when Taehyung’s finger teased his wet opening.
“So wet for me, omega. I’m actually impressed.” Yoongi hid his face with his upper arm, still not letting go of Taehyung’s cock, just as Taehyung introduced two fingers inside Yoongi's cunt.
“Tae, I can’t wait any longer, please.” He gently removed Taehyung’s hand from himself and brought him closer with the grip he had on his cock. Taehyung let him do as he pleased, waiting patiently.
Yoongi teased his pussy with the tip of Taehyung’s cock, letting out soft gasps. Until he guided the tip to his entrance and slowly started to push in, until he removed his hand.
“Come on, get it all inside.” Yoongi barely managed to say, feeling completely breathless already.
Yoongi saw that Taehyung was trying his hardest to be calm and resist fucking in at once. But that's exactly what Yoongi actually wanted.
“You don’t have to be gentle.” And that’s all it took for Taeyung to push inside in one movement, Yoongi’s cunt giving way for his big cock. The pressure he felt around was a bit uncomfortable, but he couldn’t deny the way he felt so full and how he liked that feeling.
“Yoongi, you have to look,” Taehyung’s palms engulfed almost the entirety of Yoongi’s thighs, spreading his legs wide open. “Look how you take your alpha’s cock.”
And that’s when Yoongi looked down and saw it, his pussy spread open on Taehyung’s cock, it was so filthy and obscene, he didn’t even think it was possible for him to take something so big.
“Please, fuck me,” he said in a whine. But Taehyung only grinded his hips in circles, maddeningly slow, causing Yoongi’s back to arch, legs trying to close around Taehyung’s hips. “Ah, Tae.” He whined once again.
“What?” Taehyung said, calmly, still moving his hips in a certain angle, not even fucking him, just pressing inside with his cock and making Yoongi lose his mind.
“Tae,” Yoongi said almost sobbing, “I think I'm gonna come”
Taehyung laughed. “Already? You just need my cock inside and that’s it?”
“Yes,” Yoongi said, delirious, actually sobbing that time, and Taehyung gave short thrusts inside just to keep the pressure where Yoongi needed it. That tickling feeling inside his lower tummy and the need to release and let go became unbearable. One, two, three more thrusts, and Yoongi lifted his hips from the bed and cried loudly, coming on Taehyung’s cock.
Yoongi’s mind felt foggy, but he internally thanked Taehyung for having put a towel on the bed last minute, because he left a mess, especially on Taehyung.
“I’ll keep going, yeah? Taehyung said, not giving Yoongi time to recover, but Yoongi nodded eagerly, he came embarrassingly fast, that’s never happened to him. He couldn’t help the way he flushed.
Taehyung started to move his hips properly then hard long thrusts where only the tip of his cock was inside, to short ones, all while Taehyung kept his legs apart. Yoongi didn’t know what was happening to him, but he felt it again, the way his cunt started to squeeze Taehyung’s cock, and he felt the need to come once again, so he did.
“Shit, Yoongi,” Taehyung said, noticeably affected by Yoongi.
“Please more,” Yoongi said.
“Fuck, my knot is coming.”
Taehyung released Yoongi's legs to hold them against his chest. “Shit, you’re actually flexible.” He said, and leaned down to rest on his forearms. He started to fuck Yoongi with abandon then, it was his moment to take his own pleasure, he took and took and Yoongi felt extremely hot because of it, for having his alpha inside him.
And suddenly, Yoongi started to feel more pressure inside his pussy, like something was expanding, before that seemed like a scary or weird thought to him, but right then he knew it was Taehyung’s knot, and he wanted it.
“Tae, give it to me please, please,” he said shamelessly, and Taehyung cursed under his breath.
The pressure was once again uncomfortable, but his body adapted to it so quickly that it was impressive to him how well he took his alpha.
The swell of Taehyung’s knot served to bring him more pleasure inside his cunt, and he started to move his own hips to seek, not taking him long to come once again with a silent gasp, already feeling spent.
“You use me for your own pleasure, little omega,” Taehyung said breathless, “You’re so sexy.” He said, and just after that, he thrusted especially hard and Yoongi felt warmth inside him. Taehyung moaned, and rested his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, he was coming. Yoongi could feel how full he was getting inside with his alpha’s come, ropes after ropes of come that didn’t seem to stop.
“Tae,” Yoongi said with his last bit of energy, to which Taehyung eyed him. “Please stay inside, don’t pull out.”
Taehyung looked at him fondly, kissing his lips gently, Yoongi responded eagerly, missing his alpha’s lips. And Taehyung obeyed. He accommodated them the best he could, as they were still joined by his knot. Some of the movements made Yoongi gasp. Taehyung didn’t miss the way Yoongi moved his hips, trying to get more.
“Who’s the shameless one now?” Taehyung teased, but Yoongi only kissed him.
After a few moments, in the darkness and silence of his room, Yoongi was in that line between sleep and reality, when he heard Taehyung whisper a few words clearly.
“I love you.”
Yoongi hoped it wasn’t a dream.
Yoongi woke up with the sunlight hitting his face, it was warm and comfortable. Last night was one of the few occasions he managed to sleep without waking up during the night. He slowly opened his eyes to see his surroundings, in the distance, he faintly heard sounds coming from the kitchen, that’s when he turned to see that Taehyung was not in the bed with him.
Memories from last night immediately invaded his mind, and he had to hide his face in the pillow to avoid squealing. He had sex with an alpha, with Taehyung, and was knotted for he first time. His cheeks got warm at the thought.
He vaguely remembered blurry images of Taehyung pulling out of him after he fell asleep, gently cleaning him up with a towel, and putting on his pajamas. So thoughtful and careful with him.
And he also remembered Taehyung’s words, his eyes widened at the memory. Taehyung said he loved him.
It scared him, how happy Taehyung made him, because he’s never felt like that with anyone before.
To avoid overthinking, Yoongi sat up, wincing immediately when he did so, his bottom felt sensitive, legs and back aching. But when he was on his way to the bathroom, something else happened too. A few remains of Taehyung’s come slid down his legs.
The thought of Taehyung seeing that when he cleaned him up was mortifying. But it also gave him ideas for future times together. Taehyung’s right, he’s become shameless.
He cleaned up, washed his face and his teeth and put on other shorts before he went to the kitchen to keep Taehyung company.
He saw Taehyung’s face concentrated on preparing scrambled eggs, he was so endearing. Yoongi knew cooking was not Taehyung’s forte, so he appreciated his effort. He turned to see the table, the plates set with toasts, and even a bowl of heated fried rice that he had in his fridge.
That’s when Taehyung saw him, and was startled.
“Hyung, god, you scared me standing there. You’re sneaky like a kitty.” He laughed, making Yoongi pout.
He approached Taehyung, who was still concentrated on the eggs, and back hugged him, his head resting on Taehyung’s shoulder. He heard Taehyung turning the stove off and cooing at him before he turned around.
“How did you sleep?" He asked softly, caressing Yoongi’s hair with his hand. Yoongi looked up at him under his lashes. “Are you sore?” Taehyung added, and Yoongi hid his face on his shoulder, cheeks burning
Taehyung laughed and Yoongi let him go. “I slept very well, Tae. And yes, I am sore.” He pouted. “It’s your fault.”
“You enjoyed it.” Taehyung stated. And Yoongi looked at him with determination.
“I did.”
Taehyung smiled and set the eggs on the table. “Hyung, come here.” He sat on one of the chairs and motioned for Yoongi to sit on his lap. Yoongi went easily, Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms around his middle and pressed Yoongi against him.
“Want to kiss you, is that okay?” Taehyung asked gently. Yoongi nodded, eager to kiss his alpha. Taehyung gave him a gentle kiss, a firm peck that turned into more, Taehyung guided the kiss as he liked to do, and soon he pulled away with a pleased hum.
There was a moment of silence where Taehyung only stared at his face, his expression was gentle, but it changed to something else, a worried expression that made Yoongi alert.
“Hyung, I need to confess something.” Taehyung said suddenly, Yoongi felt a knot in his stomach, not liking the tone, but nodding anyway.
“That first time we saw each other on the elevator, remember?” Of course Yoongi remembered that. He nodded, getting more and more impatient with every second that passed. “Hyung,” Taehyung paused, looking at him in the eyes, “I was on scent suppressants back then.” Yoongi blinked, one, two, three times, not understanding.
“I was recently moving to the city, of course I was advised to take blockers at least during the time I settled down here.” Yoongi was having a hard time trying to process what Taehyung was telling him.
“But you still felt my scent, right?” Yoongi opened his mouth in disbelief, and Taehyung continued. “I’ll never forget the way you looked at me and scrunched your cute nose,” he laughed, “and that’s when I knew, because I,” he paused once again and Yoongi’s heart was beating so hard that he thought it’d come out of his chest. “I felt your scent too, hyung. Always have.”
Yoongi felt the time stopping, everything around him felt static. His eyes started to sting, he blinked, trying not to cry so he could form his next words. “You always felt my scent?” Taehyung nodded, his eyes starting to water too.
“But how’s that possible? I’ve always been on scent suppressants. It can’t be." Yoongi said confused, his head almost starting to hurt, trying to decipher what all of that meant. Until in one moment, it dawned on him, so clear and evident. Surprise running through his body. "Tae, are we-?”
Taehyung smiled, “You’ve heard the stories, right?” By then, Yoongi couldn’t help the way some tears ran down his face, immediately drying them with his hands to avoid more of them.
Taehyung and Yoongi were fated mates.
Yoongi nodded. “That’s why you told me that thing about destiny bringing us together in the park. You knew.” Yoongi said smiling. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I still dropped the suppressants soon after that, just wanted to check one more time before I was sure, and that time on the balcony, even with the distance, you still felt it. I was sure then, but I wanted you to feel comfortable with the idea of scents first.”
Yoongi’s thoughts were running wild in his head, all of the stories he’s heard before. Some were ill-intentioned lies, but some of them, the beautiful ones like fated mates were real.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders and Taehyung tightened his grip on his middle. But Yoongi pulled back quickly.
“Taehyung, I need you to ask me, please. Ask me to be your omega.” He couldn’t wait any longer.
Taehyung smiled widely, nodding, and clearing his throat, getting ready to ask the question. It’s not like they’re going to get married, not yet. But Yoongi needed to hear him.
“Yoongi, my fated mate, do you want to be my omega?” He asked.
Yoongi nodded happily. “Yes, Taehyung, I want to date you, be your boyfriend,” he paused to look at Taehyung for a moment, his soft eyes so enchanting. “I want to be your omega.”
Taehyung’s face lit up like Yoongi had never seen before, and he didn't wait to embrace Yoongi in a tight and warm hug. The tension and uncertainty he felt before lifted from his shoulders after Taehyung’s confession, but then he saw Taehyung pouting.
“What?”
“Can you call me your alpha, please?” He said with his cute puppy eyes and another pout that made Yoongi laugh.
“You’re my cute feral puppy.” Yoongi said instead, and Taehyung frowned, whining petulantly.
“I’m a feral alpha dog, your feral alpha dog.” Yoongi laughed again.
“Well, you’re right about that, you do act like a dog sometimes.” He said, and Taehyung lifted a questioning eyebrow, he looked good like that, Yoongi thought. “You’re my alpha.” Yoongi finally said, and Taehyung gave him a bear hug, completely happy.
“Let’s eat before it gets too cold.” Yoongi said, but Taehyung didn’t let him go from his lap, so they ate like that.
Sometimes Yoongi would wonder about it, his pull to Taehyung and the way they complemented each other, despite their differences, raised a lot of questions for him. The fated mate idea did cross his mind, but he always shook his head at that thought, maybe scared to get his hopes up and be heartbroken later.
Before Taehyung, he never entertained the idea, it only started when they met. He had thought about his future and somehow he resigned to live a lonely life, and he was okay with that. But as Taehyung said, destiny had other plans for him, for them, and it brought together two of the most opposite people someone could think of. At least that’s what other people might think, what he himself believed in the beginning, but truth was, they were never that different in the first place, they were the perfect company for the other.
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