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Jungkook has gotten cocky, lately.
It’s not like his behavior is truly surprising to Seokjin—none of it was sudden. It’s been a slow descent into disobedience, a willful exploration of Seokjin’s paper-thin boundaries, and with each transgression the omega’s courage seems to push him further.
Most obvious, of course, is the way Jungkook nips at Taehyung’s neck at the slightest provocation, expecting and receiving deference from the older omega as if it’s his right. He’s honestly lucky that Taehyung is such a submissive angel—sweet as can be, he lets Jungkook do as he pleases.
Seokjin adores Taehyung and his pliant nature. It’s why he chose Taehyung over the others at the shelter two months ago. But he’s so gentle that ever since coming home to live with them, a clear power dynamic has formed between him and Seokjin’s first hybrid Jungkook, who he’s owned for three years now.
He’d been worried at first, about bringing Taehyung home. Jungkook has always been a spoiled little pet, needy and demanding, and there was a very real possibility he’d reject another omega entering his nest just to be petty that he wouldn’t be the only one commanding Seokjin’s attention anymore. But Seokjin had ample time and money to care for another omega hybrid, and if he was quite honest he did worry about Jungkook being left alone for so long while he attended work. A companion seemed to be the best option. So, Seokjin picked Taehyung and hoped Jungkook would be amenable, at the very least.
It turns out he didn’t need to worry about them getting along, because their first introduction ended with Taehyung pinned to the floor and Jungkook’s cock hammering in and out of his leaking hole.
Horny little things, omegas. Seokjin still can’t help but find it endearing.
Looking back, it’s easy to see how that meeting set the tone for their relationship. Jungkook takes, Taehyung lets him. It worked for a while. But lately, Seokjin finds himself cringing at the undeserved authority Jungkook exerts over the older omega; demanding the best spot on the couch, or the last bite of food, or the first breeding of the night. As if there’s no question it should all belong to him.
But it’s hard to truly think of it as any kind of real issue when Taehyung takes it so well in stride. No complaints, no behavioral changes, no resentment. He’s as sweet as Jungkook is bratty. And Seokjin supposes as long as both his omegas stay happy and healthy, he’s content to let them interact how they like.
He changes his mind once Jungkook starts thinking that his cute little dominant streak over Taehyung extends to Seokjin, too.
***
The first time Seokjin truly realizes they might have a problem, his cock is nestled securely in the wet warmth of Jungkook’s mouth.
The night starts normally enough; he often allows Jungkook to cockwarm him under the office desk as he finishes up paperwork—very generous of him, really, when the pup already has so many top of the line toys to satisfy his neverending oral fixation. Maybe he should be stricter, but the poor thing always whines about how toys don’t feel the same as a real cock…and whether it’s truly an inferior experience or not, those big sad eyes are hard to say no to.
However, he does stand strong on the one requirement he’s set for Jungkook when he comes in search of cock during work hours: absolutely nothing distracting. That means no sucking, no licking, no movement, no whining, no nothing. Seokjin has to focus, and he knows very well that the second it starts feeling like a blowjob his work ethic will be shot to hell in favor of getting off. Not very conducive to keeping his job and supporting spoiled hybrids.
If Jungkook had his way he’d abolish this rule forever. He’s too perpetually eager for Seokjin’s cum to be content with only cockwarming.
The omega is certainly talented at blowjobs. His enthusiastic little mouth never fails to please Seokjin, leaving him panting and spent. But that’s not what this is about; this paperwork really does need to be done by tomorrow—so tonight, the comforting warmth is all he can allow.
Jungkook, doe eyes coyly peering up between Seokjin’s legs, blatantly disregards his rules tonight.
“ Ah —” Seokjin gasps as Jungkook suddenly hollows his cheeks to take him in completely. The comfortable half-erection he’d cultivated is gone in seconds, the omega sucking him to full hardness.
“Pup,” he scolds, slapping Jungkook’s cheek lightly, but enough to sting. “Not now. I- I need to get my work done. You know— fuck —you know the rules.”
Jungkook narrows his eyes and pulls off so he can speak. “Nuh uh.”
Seokjin isn’t really sure what to say to that. The boy has never denied him outright before. “No? What do you mean no? You either follow Hyung’s rules or— ”
“Or what? Whatcha gonna do?” Jungkook taunts, then swallows him down in one go, wild look in his eyes. Whatever rush of adrenaline he’s getting from disobeying his owner is really contributing to his enthusiasm, because Seokjin is already feeling weak from his ministrations. Maybe he was already close to orgasm from that constant warmth around his cock? Or maybe he’s just too attracted to his omega to begin with—and really, who can blame him, with those big eyes, and pretty lips, and soft skin. He’s so, so fuckable, and he’s so good at sucking cock.
The reason doesn’t matter, in the end: it only matters that he comes forcefully down Jungkook’s throat.
It takes him a few seconds to recover from the sudden orgasm, but when he comes back to his senses he looks down to see Jungkook is grinning at him smugly.
“Wasn’ it good, Hyung? See, you shoulda just let me suck you off in the first place. Woulda been faster,” Jungkook scolds him.
Scolds him?
What the hell? Jungkook has always been bratty but he’s never been so...so directly disobedient. In the stunned silence, Jungkook’s smile only grows, so Seokjin scrambles to think of something to say. He’d taken an omega training course once, but that was so long ago…what had they even said?
He seems to recall something about how omegas need firm guidance, so he does his best. “Jungkook! No! That was not okay, you can’t disobey Hyung like that!”
To be fair, Seokjin very rarely disciplines his pets, so his confidence is...perhaps a little lacking.
Jungkook latches onto the weakness like a drowning man to a life preserver. “But you loved it, Hyung. You gave me your cum as a treat. Doesn’t that mean I did a good job?” He widens his eyes to look painfully innocent, just the way he knows Seokjin is weak for.
Knowing he’s doing it on purpose doesn’t make those puppy eyes any harder to resist.
Seokjin gulps. “I—it doesn’t matter if I came or not. I told you you could only cockwarm, and you—”
“But I did well, didn’t I? I made you feel good?”
Seokjin blinks at the interruption. He doesn’t even have time to respond to it before Jungkook darts forward to lick the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock and stands up. “Thank you for the treat, Jin-hyung, I loved it.”
And with a satisfied grin, he leaves the room.
***
The next time Jungkook rebels is right in the middle of a nightly breeding.
It’s nothing more than a temper tantrum, really, born by Seokjin deciding to breed Taehyung first. The change in order has left everyone uneasy: Jungkook, who’s incensed that he’s not first as he always demands, Taehyung, who can’t stand to be the origin of conflict, and Seokjin, who’s a little bit worried that this was too much to ask, too fast.
But he’s the one doing the fucking, he reminds himself. He’s the owner. He decides.
As he rocks firmly into Taehyung’s tight heat, Seokjin exhales deeply with pleasure. “Good baby. Taehyung, sweetheart, you’re so tight. Taking Hyung so well.”
Across the room, Jungkook paces. “Hyung,” he whines. “Wanna get fucked too. Look. ‘M all empty.” He bends over and spreads his legs to show his hole, which is indeed glistening with slick. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Jungkook, baby,” Seokjin calls. “Hyung will fuck you next, I need you to be patient, please. Ah, fuck—Tae—”
Taehyung below him lets out a desperate whine as he comes for a third time. It’s intoxicating, watching his omega fall apart underneath him. The hybrid always does this cute thing when he comes, where his eyelashes flutter and his eyes roll back into his head, like he’s been fucked stupid. Absolutely darling.
“Hyung! Pay attention to me!” Jungkook demands.
Seokjin is far too close to coming to respond, though, so he just continues to thrust wildly—close, so close, he—
It’s hardly fifteen seconds later when Seokjin comes, hard. He fills Taehyung up with a heady groan, and: “There we go, sweetheart, that’s good. Let Hyung breed your hole.”
He’s still so dazed from orgasm, chest heaving with effort, that he doesn’t even notice the bed dip behind him.
He does notice when Jungkook growls and sloppily thrusts his cock against Seokjin’s ass.
Jungkook misses, luckily (or on purpose?), but Seokjin yelps anyway. He tugs himself out of Taehyung—too quickly, probably, but at least the omega is still slick—and spins around. “Did you just try to mount me?” he asks incredulously.
Jungkook smiles mischievously but his chest is still rumbling with a low, challenging growl. “Wanted Hyung to pay attention to me. If I couldn’t get fucked, thought maybe I should fuck Hyung instead!”
Seokjin doesn’t even know what to say. This stunt was obviously pulled for a reason, but he can’t quite place what it is. Is Jungkook really so starved for attention that he’d try to fuck his owner without permission just because he was forced to wait for twenty minutes before being bred? What more can Seokjin give than he already has been? How long can this continue?
“Is that a no?” Jungkook tilts his head innocently.
Okay. So. Maybe Seokjin needs help.
***
He calls the next morning.
He’s known Namjoon for ages, since their early days of college—Seokjin a gangly business student that hadn’t yet grown into his height, Namjoon a wide eyed hybrid psychology major with messy hair.
It was inevitable that they date, really. From the very start, the two fell into a calm rhythm of friendship, the kind with comfortable vulnerability that lent itself naturally to more . And it did, because they’d hardly known each other for six months before their first kiss.
Their time together was good. Really good, actually. But Seokjin had plans to stay in Korea to work in his family’s business, and Namjoon had an American graduate school begging for him to attend, so...due to circumstance, they parted ways. The breakup was amicable, but painful.
Somehow, they managed to stay friends, even after. A tentative form of friendship, but warm nonetheless. They texted, often, and gave life updates. Each lost boyfriends, and tried to pretend like they didn’t care when they heard about the other’s breakups.
It’s strange, their unspoken agreement: even after Namjoon moved back to Korea a year ago, they never mentioned meeting up. To this day, Seokjin only lives a 15 minute drive away from him, and yet...seeing each other in person would bring up a lot of old feelings that they might not be ready to face.
(Really, Seokjin knows if he sees Namjoon he might not be able to let him go again.)
He ponders this as he pulls up the contact on his phone and lets it ring. Taehyung, asleep with his head in Seokjin’s lap, doesn’t stir as the human pets his hair- perhaps a little nervously.
The phone only rings three times. “Seokjin-hyung?”
Despite himself, a grin breaks out across Seokjin’s face. “Namjoon-ah. It’s been too long since I’ve heard your voice.”
“Yeah, that’s because I hate phone calls,” Namjoon grumbles. “I don’t know why you insist on them, texting is so much easier.”
“We’ve had this argument a thousand times before and you’ve never won,” Seokjin warns.
Namjoon laughs. “You’re not wrong. So, what’s up?”
“I’m having some...issues. With Jungkook.”
“Your omega?” Namjoon asks. “What kind of issues?”
“Behavioral ones,” Seokjin clarifies. “You’re good at that sort of thing, right?”
Seokjin can almost feel the deadpan look Namjoon gives him through the phone. “Yes, considering I have a literal masters degree in omegan behavioral science, and own an omega training business, I’d say I’m pretty good at ‘that sort of thing’, Hyung.”
“Tch, touchy,” Seokjin jokes. “You go off to America to get your fancy degree and come back a changed man. It’s fine, I get it, no time for old friends like myself—”
“It’s fascinating how you never get tired of being insufferable,” Namjoon says. “Tell me what’s going on?”
Down to business. “He’s pushing limits. Disobeying commands, scolding me. I feel like I’m losing control, or…maybe that I never had it to begin with.”
Namjoon hums. “You have another omega too, right? What’s their relationship like?”
“From day one Jungkook took a dominant role. Taehyung’s far more submissive than him, so he kind of just... lets Jungkook do whatever he wants? It’s a pretty clear hierarchy.”
“That’s probably part of the problem,” Namjoon comments. “If he thinks he’s in charge of the other omega.”
“He definitely thinks he’s in charge.” Seokjin brushes a gentle finger down Taehyung’s cheek, a silent apology. He should have dealt with this sooner.
“And how often do you fuck them both?”
Seokjin brightens. He was beginning to feel like a bit of a failure as an owner, but he knows he takes care of his boys very well in this regard. “I milk them three times a day, and then breed them right before bed. Sometimes extra, if they’re feeling needy.”
“Good. That’s good, hyung,” Namjoon says with an approving tone. “That’s already a great routine. A lot of the time with these sorts of behaviors, the omega isn’t getting the necessary sexual release and that’s why they’re acting out.”
“No, it’s definitely not that,” he confirms. “I fuck Jungkook all the time; I know it’s not healthy for an omega to go too long without it.”
“Well, there’s other reasons this could be happening; we’ll figure it out. How do you discipline them?”
Seokjin winces. “I...don’t?”
Silence for a beat. “You don’t?” Namjoon sounds a little incredulous.
He rushes to explain. “Well, Taehyung never disobeys, so I’ve never had reason to. Jungkook...well, I threaten punishment, but then he looks so heartbroken when I try to follow through and I just...I can’t.”
Namjoon groans. “Yeah, okay, there’s your problem.”
“Well how do I fix it?” Seokjin near begs. “I love Jungkook to death, he’s my baby, but this has gone on too long. It’s not fair to Taehyung. I...really should have asked for help a long time ago.”
“Yeah, probably,” Namjoon sighs. “Look, it’s a lot to explain over the phone. Could I maybe...I don’t know. I’m free, today, since it’s the weekend. Could I maybe come over? Work with Jungkook in person, and give you tips?”
Seokjin loses his words for a moment. He didn’t expect that. “Oh, um. Yes. Yes, absolutely, I—”
Namjoon immediately backtracks. “If it’s gonna be weird we don’t need to, I know we don’t usually—yeah.”
But Seokjin’s had time to process now, and if Namjoon was brave enough to ask… “Namjoon-ah, please come over. I’d really appreciate the help.”
“Okay,” he answers, a little breathless. “Okay, yeah. If I’m there in an hour, is that—”
“Yes!” Seokjin interrupts, unintentionally. “I—yes, that’s fine, I’ll make brunch. Are you bringing Yoongi, as well?”
Namjoon has had the alpha hybrid for nearly two years now, and Seokjin knows he often takes him on house calls. The two make an impressive pair.
“I think I’ll need him, yeah. If that’s okay?”
Seokjin nods, then realizes Namjoon can’t see him through the phone. “Yes, it’s okay. It’ll be nice to meet him. And uh...to see you. I’ve missed you.”
He can hear the smile in Namjoon’s voice. “I’ve missed you too, Hyung. I’ll see you soon. Okay?”
By the time they hang up, Taehyung is stirring in Seokjin’s lap, stretching his arms out above his head as he wakes. His lips always settle in this adorable pout when he’s first waking up. It makes him look brattier than he is.
“Hyung?” he mumbles. “Where’s Jungkookie?”
“Hey, pup. He’s playing video games downstairs. Did you have a nice nap?”
“Mmmm,” Taehyung agrees. “Still sleepy. Who was that on the phone?”
“An old friend.” That’s one way of putting it, at least. He doesn’t exactly feel like delving into the backstory. “He’s coming over in about an hour with his hybrid. Gonna help me figure out what’s going on with Jungkookie.”
Taehyung considers this, suddenly fidgety. “Are they nice?”
“Very nice,” Seokjin smiles, smoothing back the omega’s hair. He’s always been nervous about meeting new people. “If you want to you can come say hello, and then go eat lunch in your room. Would that make you feel better?”
He sags in relief. “Mhm. I’ll say hi. But...don’t wanna talk. New people are kind of scary, Hyung. And hybrids too.”
“I know, pup. You don’t have to stay, I won’t make you.”
Taehyung smiles wide. “Thank you. Love you.”
Seokjin kisses his nose tenderly, then his scent gland. The omega relaxes like a puddle of goo, and he laughs. “I love you too, but no more napping. Up, up, come on. I’ve gotta start on lunch.”
“It’s Hyung’s fault for scenting me. Now ‘m sleepy.”
“Then sleep elsewhere,” the human laughs. “Up you go.”
Taehyung cracks open an eye. “But…Hyung! What if the alpha comes, and, and—he doesn’t know you’re mine! I gotta scent you back, pretty please!”
Seokjin rolls his eyes fondly. Complains a little. And stays cuddled up for another 20 minutes while the omega leaves his scent on every square inch of his owner’s ‘claimable’ skin.
***
“New people?!” Jungkook says, already bouncing from one foot to the other in excitement. “I get to meet new people? Soon?? They’re already coming?”
Seokjin can’t help but smile. If Taehyung is scared of strangers, Jungkook is the polar opposite. “Yep. But like I said, they’re here to help me do some training with you, okay? They’re not just here to play.” Seokjin considers if he should have milked Jungkook before this. It always settles him down, but then again Namjoon might need him at full stamina for the training.
“Don’t need training,” Jungkook insists stubbornly. “So maybe we should just play. The whole time.”
“You haven’t been listening to Hyung lately,” Seokjin says, gentle. “We need to figure out why.”
Jungkook scrunches his nose but doesn’t comment any further on it. “Is Taehyungie gonna come play too?”
“Like I said, it’s not playtime. But no, I asked him and he said he’d rather say hi and then eat lunch in his room. He’s a little nervous.”
“Your person friend is gonna pet me, right? You’ll—you’ll let him? Gimme pets?”
“Of course,” Seokjin smiles. “Joonie loves cute little omegas like you, I’m sure he’ll give you pets.”
“What if he doesn’t know he can?” Jungkook whines. “Hyung, will you tell him? That I like pets? And head scratches? So he knows? Hyung?”
Seokjin can’t stop himself from kissing Jungkook on the temple. He’s so cute . “I promise I’ll tell him, pup.”
Jungkook paces, then runs in a circle as he gets even more excited for the newcomers to show up. “Oh! Hyung, I—I’m gonna go find my chew toy! My very favorite one! And maybe if I’m so so good he’ll throw it and I can go get it and—”
His voice trails off as he suddenly sprints down the hallway in search of his toy. Seokjin shakes his head fondly. He really doesn’t understand how the hybrid has so much endless energy. Jungkook spends all day every day running and playing with Jin and Tae, but instead of wearing him out it only seems to build his stamina higher to do it all over again the next morning.
As Seokjin sets the table for lunch, he dodges Jungkook like it’s a sport and he’s an olympic gold medalist. The omega weaves through the kitchen and dining room and living room, chattering about all the things he’s gonna do today; and Taehyung even joins, quietly settling onto the couch and watching as Jungkook bounces from topic to room to activity.
“Koo,” Taehyung giggles when the younger hybrid trips unceremoniously over the corner of a rug. “You gotta slow down, or you’re gonna get hurt!”
“I’ve got too much energy ,” Jungkook huffs, but he launches himself onto the couch anyway. “‘n we scent, Hyung? You smell good.” He doesn’t wait for permission before climbing into Taehyung’s lap and burying his face in the omega’s neck.
If nothing else, Taehyung has always been a calming force for Jungkook, and they both relax slightly. “Love you,” Taehyung smiles. “You’re drooling on me.”
Jungkook giggles now, and licks a full stripe up the other’s neck. “Better?” Taehyung groans in amused disbelief, but as he’s opening his mouth to complain the doorbell rings and Jungkook is gone from his lap in an instant.
Before Seokjin can even process what’s happening, the omega is already skidding across the floor in his fuzzy socks to fling the door open with an excited whine.
Seokjin swears under his breath. So much for a good first impression.
He jogs over to where the hybrid is shifting from foot to foot excitedly. “Jungkook, you’re not supposed to open the door without me,” he scolds weakly. “It’s not safe.”
It’s really okay, though, because Seokjin knows exactly who’s at the door—Namjoon. Not a disembodied voice but there in the flesh. And…oh.
Seokjin forgot how beautiful Namjoon is.
The man is somehow taller now, and much broader than the last time Seokjin saw him. He’d mentioned he’d been hitting up the gym lately, but somehow Seokjin hadn’t connected that to the idea that he might get…stronger.
God, he looks so much stronger.
Warm tan skin and dimples as deep as the pacific, Namjoon stands in Seokjin’s doorway, shy smile molding his face as he looks up at his old flame. “Hyung. It’s, uh…good to see you.”
Seokjin stands in stunned silence for a moment, then chokes slightly as he remembers he’s supposed to answer. “Namjoon-ah! You’re…big.”
What ? That was not what he intended to say.
He stammers for a second, trying to figure out how to recover, but Namjoon just laughs. Looks down, a little bashful. “Ah, yeah…I’ve been doing a lot of lifting recently. It’s not too much, is it? I know I look pretty different.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“No!” Seokjin blurts, “No. it looks good. You look good.”
Namjoon’s smile turns blinding. “Thanks, Hyung. So do you. But then, you always did.”
“Of course I still look good. You expect this much beauty to disappear over just a few years?” This is comfortable territory.
Namjoon’s shoulders relax infinitesimally too, like the familiar banter is all he needs to feel at home again. “I should have known. Forgive me.”
Seokjin pretends to think hard about it. “I’ll consider it. For now, come inside. And are you going to introduce me to your handsome companion?”
Next to Namjoon stands his hybrid. The boy is small, much smaller than Seokjin expected for an alpha. The way he holds himself, though, is nothing but alpha. He stands as if he owns the very space he occupies, eyes daring anyone to challenge him on it.
“This is my hybrid, Yoongi,” Namjoon introduces as they both step inside. “I bring him along on house calls pretty often. He’s usually integral to the training process.”
Yoongi bows slightly, soft smile on his face as he addresses Seokjin. “It’s very nice to meet you, Seokjin-ssi. Namjoon-hyung told me all about you.”
Seokjin melts. The alpha’s gentle voice is nothing like he expected, and yet it fits perfectly.
“Call me Hyung, too,” Seokjin insists. “Over on the couch is Taehyung,” he points, “but he’s a little shy, so he probably won’t stick around for very long. And this here—”
Before he can even introduce Jungkook, the hybrid’s words tumble out like he can’t hold them in any longer. “Are you Hyung’s friends? Will you be my friends too? You’re here to play, right? With me? I’m so good at playing, promise!”
“…This is Jungkook,” Seokjin finishes, dryly.
Namjoon laughs. “Jungkook, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard all about you. I’m Namjoon and this is Yoongi.”
“Hyung told me your name already!” Jungkook exclaims. “He told me lots about you. I um, I forgot a lot of it. Was lots of big words ‘bout school and stuff like that.”
“That’s okay,” Namjoon says. “Big words are hard to remember sometimes.”
He then moves, along with Yoongi (who has been intently and quietly observing Jungkook this whole time), to greet Taehyung.
Jungkook…doesn’t like that.
When he realizes Taehyung is about to get attention from Namjoon and Yoongi instead of him , he makes a small growling noise and frantically grabs at both of their shirts to tug the newcomers back.
They both turn. Jungkook suddenly shrinks under their attention, then seems to steel himself and double down. “We…we haven’t played yet! Come play with me! You can talk to Taehyung later! Let’s go!”
When neither of them responds immediately, he tries growling again, and after a moment of thought, picks Yoongi as his target—tugging forcefully at the alpha’s wrist with both hands. Hard enough to make Seokjin wince.
“Let go, pup,” Yoongi hums evenly. “I won’t have you pulling at me like one of your chew toys.”
“No,” Jungkook snaps, “I don’t want to. And—and ‘m not a pup!”
Seokjin is a little lost on why Jungkook is choosing this as his hill to die on. There’s something desperate and wild in his eyes as he tugs once more, gaze never breaking from Yoongi’s. Seokjin knows there’s something here that he’s missing.
“Jungkook? Why are you doing that? Just let him go, please. And I call you pup all the time, I don’t know why you—”
“No! No, no, no ! Not a pup, not your pup!” He stomps his foot angrily, and Seokjin takes a step back, startled.
Yoongi looks at Namjoon meaningfully.
Namjoon nods. “I didn’t think we’d have to start so soon, but okay. Seokjin-hyung?”
Seokjin glances between his friend and the hybrids, confused. “Yeah?”
“Would you mind if we went ahead and got started with the training? I expected we’d handle the behavior issues after lunch, but since the opportunity has presented itself already…” Namjoon shrugs.
Seokjin suddenly feels nervous. Jungkook isn’t a bad omega, he’s just…stubborn, and likes to get his way. What if going through with any sort of correction makes him lose his spark, his fire? He doesn’t want Jungkook to lose what makes him him. Or what if it even makes Jungkook angry at Seokjin? He adores the hybrid so much, he doesn’t think he could stand it if the boy were upset with him.
But then…he glances at Taehyung, who’s curled up on the couch, fidgeting nervously at the sudden tension in the air. He doesn’t deserve to be pushed around any longer. He deserves to have just as much say in this house as Jungkook does. Right now, that’s not happening.
Seokjin knows what kind of person Namjoon is, which means he also knows the training won’t be cruel or unnecessary. It will be what Jungkook needs , not what he wants. If the omega gets upset, it would only be because he’s no longer avoiding the consequences of his own actions. It’s not like he wasn’t warned, either. Seokjin told Jungkook explicitly what would be happening today, that they’d be coming over to fix his poor behavior, so it’s not a surprise. Even then, he hadn’t protested, so he’s not distressed by the idea.
It’s for Jungkook’s own good, Seokjin reminds himself.
“Go ahead.”
As soon as Seokjin says the words, Yoongi acts.
Jungkook still has a hold on his wrists, but the alpha easily breaks free and uses his momentum to push, push, until Jungkook is stumbling towards the couch. It’s there that the omega is bent over unceremoniously, face rubbing against textured fabric, arms held tight behind his back, hips flush against the arm of the couch…Yoongi pressed firm against his ass.
Before he truly processes what’s happening, a small whine slips from Jungkook’s lips. And he goes limp.
Namjoon speaks from behind them both, but it takes Jungkook a moment before he can even focus on the words being said. Everything feels…blurry, distorted. “What Yoongi is doing here is a very basic technique,” he explains. “An entry level test for how dominance deprived an omega is.”
“And what’s your verdict?” Seokjin asks, a little unsure.
“Jungkook seems like a pretty severe case,” Namjoon admits.
Seokjin crumples onto the couch with a heavy, anxious sigh, grabbing onto Taehyung like a stuffed animal to give him comfort. Taehyung himself relaxes, too—a mutually beneficial cuddle.
“Fuck. I—So I’ve been neglecting him?”
Namjoon moves to where he can kneel down and take the hybrid’s jaw in his hands. The contact snaps Jungkook’s gaze up: he stares hazily into the human’s eyes as Namjoon manhandles his head from side to side, checking for something.
“You didn’t know. Some omegas just have a very high level of need for casual and sexual dominance. It seems like this has built up over a long period of time, and come to a breaking point. I’m glad you called me,” he adds.
“What are you checking for, here? How does this test work?” Seokjin asks.
“His reaction to restraint tells us a lot. Omegas with fulfilled domination needs would remain clearheaded and present when suddenly restrained like this. If you look here,” Namjoon points out, “Jungkook’s eyes are glassy and his pupils are dilated. His muscles have relaxed. You’d expect him to fight back, given his personality, but he didn’t even protest. Mentally, he’s gone. It’s called omegaspace.”
“It happened so fast…” Seokjin says.
“All it took was one simple pinning position. An average healthy omega would need far more to get where he’s at right now, because they’re not so desperate for the attention.”
Jungkook’s head spins at the way the men are talking about him like he’s not even here. It makes him feel…small. Slow. He gives an experimental wiggle to test the restraints, and he can’t move more than an inch before Yoongi’s hold tightens.
“Settle, pup,” he murmurs. “Be good for alpha.”
“Not…not pup,” Jungkook says, but it comes out all slurred and weak.
“Okay,” Yoongi says, and Jungkook can almost hear the smirk infused into his tone. The condescension.
It makes him shiver.
“What I don’t understand,” Seokjin says from the other end of the couch, “is why he’s never acted like this around me? I hold his wrists down sometimes, or cuff him to the bed. But he’s never gone into…you called it omegaspace?”
Namjoon nods in confirmation. “I don’t mean to be rude when saying this, but it’s probably because he doesn’t view you as someone who can provide him with dominance, anymore. Usually how these cases go is when the owner first takes the omega home, the hybrid tests them a few times to see if they’ll be properly dominated, and if the needs aren’t fulfilled then they no longer see that human as a candidate to give them what they need. They’ll still act up in hopes they’ll be put in their place, sort of a residual cry for help, but their mind won’t fully trust you to put them into omegaspace regardless. That’s why the first few weeks are so crucial after adoption.”
Seokjin makes a sad, broken sort of noise. “So the misbehavior has never truly been his fault, just a desperate cry for help—and now because I didn’t fulfill his needs he’s just never going to trust me again?”
“It’s not like that,” Namjoon reassures kindly. “Jungkook trusts you, on the surface level. His brain just doesn’t think you’re a suitable dominant for him, even if he wants you to be.”
“Is it fixable?” Seokjin asks, as Taehyung nuzzles his neck in a gentle attempt to comfort him. Always the mediator. “Will I never be enough for him, now?”
“It’s fixable. It just takes a lot of time. But a lot of people don’t even want to take that dominant role for a hybrid, and that’s fine, as long as you hire someone to dominate them regularly. Yoongi and I have a lot of clients like that, actually.”
Seokjin nods thoughtfully, eyes trained on Jungkook and Yoongi nearby. “I wish someone had told me all of this before adopting. God, I feel terrible. I knew they needed sexual consistency, but…”
“Because dominance needs aren’t consistent for every omega and it’s considered mental care rather than physical care, not every shelter thinks it’s important enough to put in their pre-adoption classes. I see it a lot with OmegaCares, particularly-”
“Yes!” Seokjin exclaims, “That’s the company I got both Taehyungie and Jungkookie from! I thought they were pretty well regarded?”
“They are, and they aren’t,” Namjoon says contemplatively. As he speaks, he gently pushes three fingers against Jungkook’s mouth, and the omega immediately takes them in and begins sucking enthusiastically.
“I mean…they treat their hybrids well, sexually and physically, and they vet their customers. They’ve got good facilities, and the omegas are comfortable there. But they’re known for having a fair amount of heavily conservative donors and high ranking board members. Those types do accept omegas as sexual beings with needs, but there’s still huge controversy about power dynamics.”
Namjoon’s jaw clenches. “They think it’s uncouth to talk about these things outside of the home, let alone participate in them at all. It’s like they’re completely ignoring the health of our pets based on completely unfounded moral standings. Long story short, they’ve adapted their pre-adoption curriculum to include one single mention of omegas needing a ‘firm hand’ in the home, and then leave the rest for owners to figure out themselves. It makes me so angry.”
“I wish I had known,” Seokjin solemnly agrees.
“A lot of my clients feel the same when they come to me with dominance deficient omegas. It’s a recurring problem, and some people petition, but they’re a private entity so it’s a lot harder to get things changed.”
“I should have asked you which shelter to adopt from,” Seokjin says, but they both know exactly why he didn’t. Because it was right after Namjoon got his first boyfriend in America, and things were weird between them, and Seokjin needed someone to keep him company. Enter Jungkook.
“It’s alright. I’m here to help now,” Namjoon says, and they leave it at that. Broaching the topic would feel too dangerous.
“Is he okay?” a small voice asks.
Namjoon looks up. “Hm?”
Taehyung sits up a little straighter, detaches himself from Seokjin’s side. “Jungkookie…is he, is he okay? He looks weird.”
Namjoon smiles. “He’s just fine, little one. He’s in omegaspace, so he’s feeling really good right now.”
“Like…how I get floaty sometimes? With Hyung?”
Seokjin nods in realization. “Taehyung does get like this too, actually, but not very often. It’s only happened I think…three times in the two months he’s lived with us? I never had a name for it.”
“That makes sense. Taehyung must have a lower dominance threshold, so you were able to fulfill his needs even without knowing it.”
“I’m glad I did right by one of my babies, at least,” Seokjin murmurs.
“Speaking of,” Namjoon says, turning, “I never got a chance to properly say hello, did I? Not with all this chaos.” He tries to remove his fingers from Jungkook’s mouth, but he’s met with resistance. “Let me go, sweet thing, Yoongi’s got you.”
Jungkook reluctantly stops his forceful sucking, but seems to pout as soon as his mouth is left empty. Namjoon can’t help but chuckle.
He moves closer to the other omega and kneels in front of him—not submissively, but he needs a position that won’t frighten the shy little thing.
“Hello, I’m Namjoon,” he says, taking Taehyung’s hand and squeezing it gently. “I’m a friend of your Hyung.”
“I know,” Taehyung blurts. “He talks about you lots and lots and lots.”
Seokjin’s ears turn red, and Namjoon pretends not to notice.
“Oh, yeah? Well he’s told me about you too, Taehyung. Told me you’re such a good boy. I’m excited to finally meet you.”
Taehyung blushes too, fidgets. “Uh—thank you. Nice to meet you, too.”
Seokjin kisses his forehead gently, and Taehyung seems to melt at the bombardment of affection and praise.
Satisfied that the other omega isn’t being ignored, Namjoon turns back to Yoongi, and his eyebrows raise with surprise.
He must not have noticed before, too engrossed in his conversation with Seokjin and the rhythmic swirling of Jungkook’s tongue on his fingers, but Yoongi, at some point, transferred both of the omega’s wrists to his left hand so he could have his right hand free…and he’s currently using that right hand to plunge long fingers in and out of Jungkook’s leaking hole, above where the omega’s tiny shorts have been pushed down to rest at his thighs.
Yoongi normally waits for Namjoon’s cue to begin milkings, content to go with the flow Namjoon is directing in a scene. But this time he’s gotten started without Namjoon and it’s impossible not to notice how much he’s enjoying it.
He must like this omega a lot.
“Started without me?” Namjoon asks, amused.
Yoongi startles, narrows his slightly hazy eyes. “He was…he was moving. He needed to be settled.”
Ah. So Yoongi really likes this omega.
It’s a rare occurrence for Yoongi to dip into alphaspace, all cocky confidence mixed with a primal need for his omega to be still and submissive. Pure predator instinct. It’s been months since it last happened.
The headspace is a good thing, healthy and natural. But at the same time, Namjoon can’t wait to tease him later about how quickly he slipped at the sight of a pretty little omega. Yoongi always blushes pretty when he’s teased.
“I understand,” Namjoon says, smile never leaving his lips. “Are you gonna let me keep helping, or are you too deep to share?”
Yoongi growls for a split second, then shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it. “Uh—no. No, Hyung, you can help.”
Namjoon approaches slowly, no sudden movements to make Yoongi change his mind. Once he’s close, all he has to do is squeeze Yoongi’s neck, and the alpha fully relaxes. Aware of who’s really in charge.
Below them, Jungkook is making tiny little whimpers every time Yoongi thrusts in with his fingers. “Alpha,” he gasps. “Alpha, please, fuck, feels—feels good, your fingers—”
“Your voice is very pretty,” Namjoon interrupts, brushing the hair off Jungkook’s forehead tenderly, “but you’re so whiny, sweetheart. Can’t even shut up without something to fill your mouth. Don’t worry, Hyung will fix it.”
Namjoon, in moments such as this, defaults to honeyed but condescending words, sugar sweet with a bite of humiliation. It works wonders on the omegas he helps, makes them feel impossibly small and helpless—even now, as Jungkook moans like he’s in heat, poor thing.
He unbuckles his belt then, but instead of giving the omega what he wants immediately, he nudges the tip of his cock across Jungkook’s lips a few times. Jungkook groans in frustration, desperately trying to pull from Yoongi’s grasp to swallow it down.
“Stop teasing,” Yoongi suddenly snaps. “Need him settled. Fill his mouth.”
Namjoon nods agreeably, knowing it’ll be easiest not to argue with his hybrid right now. His predator instinct is too strong, and right now it’s focused on keeping his omega still.
So, in one steady push, Jungkook takes Namjoon’s entire cock down his throat.
The omega’s eyes almost roll back into his head, he’s so content. He tries to speak, choking a little around Namjoon’s length, but Namjoon only takes a fistful of his hair and holds him there. “Don’t need to hear you talk, sweetheart, only need your mouth. Such a good hole for Hyung, yeah? Taking me so well.”
Jungkook comes, instantly.
“Ohhh, such a good boy ,” Namjoon grins. “You liked hearing about how you’re just a hole for your hyungs to fuck?”
Only a few feet away, Seokjin squirms in his seat. He’d…forgotten how good Namjoon is at dirty talk. He’d been on the receiving end quite a few times, and it’s hard now to not think about those memories.
Luckily, Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice how flustered he suddenly feels.
Jungkook whines, weakly, and Yoongi huffs out a breath. “Your prostate is still all swollen in here, omega. How long have you been waiting for alpha to come along and help you feel better, hm? You fucking need me, don’t you?”
Seokjin takes good care of his boys, sexually, so it’s not as dire as Yoongi makes it sound. Jungkook is milked on a regular basis, bred nightly, and checked constantly for irritation, or swelling, or any other signs that Seokjin might need to incorporate more milkings to keep him healthy.
But the idea of Jungkook needing Yoongi on such a base, feral level—to coax orgasms out of him until his body is spent and tired, pliant for his alpha—seems so right to both of the hybrids. Jungkook moans brokenly around Namjoon’s cock at the thought.
“You haven’t milked him recently, then?” Namjoon asks Seokjin, as clinical as one can be with a pretty omega sucking them off.
Seokjin shakes his head. “I did when we woke up, but he’s due for another right about now. I held off since I figured it would be part of the training.”
“Probably for the best. Go ahead, Yoon.”
With the permission (though Namjoon isn’t sure that Yoongi would have waited for it anyway), the alpha speeds his movements, determined to milk everything out of the little omega.
Jungkook starts wailing the second Yoongi hits his prostate dead on, and the alpha grins. “That’s right, pup. Cry for me. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, hm?” Jungkook can’t do anything but writhe, barely gaining any purchase as the other holds him firmly against the couch.
Watching this, Taehyung and Seokjin aren’t unaffected. The elder is clearly hard, but his attention is focused on Taehyung, who at some point in the last two minutes has planted himself firmly in Seokjin’s lap, legs spread. His pants seem to have been cast aside, unimportant.
Seokjin’s fingers fucking Taehyung’s hole match the rhythm of Yoongi’s in Jungkook, a cacophony of wet slaps and moans in constant crescendo. It’s hard to believe how quickly the atmosphere changed, how fast the air became thick with tension—only minutes ago they’d been giving friendly introductions.
The push and pull of Jungkook speared on Namjoon’s cock and Yoongi’s fingers doesn’t last for very long—can’t last very long. Somewhere after the third time Jungkook comes, Namjoon feels the familiar tug in his lower abdomen, and shoves Jungkook down even further, until he’s choking.
“Gonna fill your throat, pretty thing,” he gasps. “Take it for Hyung, like you know you’re good for.”
Jungkook shivers with satisfaction as the warmth slips down his throat, and finally gasps as Namjoon pulls his spent cock from the omega’s mouth.
“Namjoon-hyung, t-thank you, oh—”
“You’re welcome, pup,” Namjoon says fondly. “Will you be good and come one more time? Focus on Yoongi’s fingers; aren’t they making you feel so good?”
“ Yes ,” Jungkook moans. “More, more, please—”
Yoongi growls at the supplication, fucking his fingers into Jungkook faster than Namjoon has ever seen him do before. “This is all you needed, huh?” The alpha says. “It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t behave; just needed someone to come remind you of your place. Remind you you’re not—” Thrust. “—in—” Thrust. “—charge!” Final thrust , and Jungkook spills all over the couch cushions.
Almost simultaneously, Taehyung comes with a cry as well. He’d been milked dry only a half hour prior, but Seokjin couldn’t blame him for being so worked up. Omegas are just too needy to see such a display and not want to be included.
Jungkook goes limp almost immediately after the final orgasm, but luckily Yoongi is still close enough to slip his fingers out and catch him. Jungkook does not like the absence, suddenly thrashing in his grip. “Noooo, ‘s empty, alpha—”
“Hush,” Yoongi insists, snaps his teeth by the omega’s neck in warning. “Be patient and I’ll fill you again soon.”
It works wonders: Jungkook stills in his grip.
Namjoon raises his eyebrows, though. “You will? We’re about to eat lunch, can you wait until Jungkook’s had some food?”
Yoongi narrows his eyes in Namjoon’s direction, suddenly possessive as his arm tightens around Jungkook’s waist.
“I’m not trying to take him away,” Namjoon soothes. “But…don’t you think he needs the energy after you made him come so many times? Don’t you want to make sure your omega is full and healthy?”
He knows Yoongi is set on fucking Jungkook, but Namjoon usually only gives the go ahead for the 3rd or 4th session—once trust has been fully established. Allowing it now might turn out fine, but it could possibly sabotage the training process. Hard to know. Better to wait.
Seokjin catches onto Namjoon’s angle and chimes in: “You’re right…Jungkook hasn’t eaten anything at all today. Too excited for breakfast.”
Namjoon nods seriously. “Don’t you want to be a good alpha and provide for him? Feed him?”
Yoongi’s eyes snap between both humans rapidly as he thinks, then finally back down to the limp omega in his arms. “Food,” he decides. “Alpha will feed you, pup.”
Namjoon holds back a smile at the way Yoongi is so easily influenced while in alphaspace. Right now, he’s firmly locked in on Jungkook, making sure he’s satisfied and taken care of—tunnel vision, of a sort.
A lunch break really will be best for everyone, though. Yoongi will probably calm down enough to pull out of his headspace, and Jungkook will inevitably be pretty drained after his first time in omegaspace. The energy from food can only do him good.
“Want cock,” Jungkook grumbles, and Yoongi growls lowly, in a comforting sort of way.
“After,” he says. “Be patient.”
***
“I really was surprised,” Seokjin says from his place at the head of the table. “It’s like the second he saw you both he wanted to push your buttons. It’s never been so sudden with me, and certainly never with guests.”
“He was desperate. Yoongi and I both exude pretty strong dominance. Jungkook was like a kid in a candy store; suddenly two possible dominants were in front of him and his instincts took over as a cry for help,” Namjoon says through a mouthful of food.
“Hey, chew first,” Seokjin scolds playfully. “Then speak.”
“Sorry,” Namjoon says after he swallows, with an embarrassed grin. “Bad habit.”
“That is interesting, though,” Seokjin says, continuing. “I wonder why he focused in on Yoongi instead of you?”
Namjoon thinks for a second. “I don’t have a definitive answer, but if I had to guess I’d say they’re just very compatible. I mean, look at them.” He gestures to where the two hybrids are sitting, Jungkook spread across Yoongi’s lap and slowly licking sauce off the alpha’s fingers.
Yoongi’s expression is laser focused on the sight—though to be fair he hasn’t stopped looking at the omega for even a second except to scoop more food onto the plate they’re sharing.
“They’re…definitely compatible,” Seokjin acquiesces. It feels like he’s intruding even by watching this.
“Oh! Thank you for paying such good attention to Taehyung, as well,” he suddenly remembers. “He’s a shy little thing, but I can already tell he likes you.”
While Yoongi and Jungkook had been off in their own world, and Seokjin was serving the food, Namjoon spoke to Taehyung for a few minutes one on one—and the hybrid was obviously thrilled to get the attention, if a little nervous.
“Ah,” Namjoon brushes off. “It was nothing, we just talked for a few minutes. I think I scared him off, since he wouldn’t stay for the meal.”
“It meant a lot to him,” Seokjin promises. “He doesn’t ‘just talk’ to just anyone. He likes you.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. Did you see the way he looked at you? He already adores you, just like everyone does.”
“Everyone, hm? Even you?” Namjoon says, before he can think better of it. Then he shakes his head slightly, opens his mouth looking like he’s about to apologize, but Seokjin cuts him off before he can.
“Yes, even me. Especially me.”
Neither of them speak for a few seconds, making eye contact and each trying to discern what the other is thinking…then Jungkook moans softly and the moment is broken.
“Anyway—”
“So—”
Both of them start at the same time and then cut off. Red flushes the tips of Seokjin’s ears and he gestures for Namjoon to continue, but the man shakes his head. “Sorry, go ahead.”
Seokjin does. “I don’t think I can do this for him. I’m not really…dominant.”
“I remember,” Namjoon says, mouth twitching like he’s trying to hold back a smirk. “Hard to forget.”
If Seokjin could blush any harder he would.
“What I mean is…I think I’ll need to hire someone to help Jungkook like this regularly.” He looks up. “You said you do that, right? Can I—can I hire you and Yoongi to help him?”
Namjoon’s face softens. “Of course. He’s a sweet pup, just needs some consistent domming and he’ll be happy as can be. It would be an honor to give that to him.”
“What are the next steps, then?” Seokjin asks. “How do we do this?”
“Well, we’re pretty much done for the day. He’s already gone under and submitted, so he should be pretty calm; just keep an eye on him and coddle him a little extra today.”
“Didn’t Yoongi promise to fuck him after lunch?” Seokjin asks, curious. “Do you not think that will happen?”
He shrugs. “Unlikely. He never stays in alphaspace for long, and once he’s out he won’t be so desperate to lay claim.”
“That makes sense. So we just have to wait for them to snap out of it?”
“We just have to wait,” Namjoon confirms.
***
Jungkook thinks people are talking around him.
He also really doesn’t care.
It’s hard to think about anything dumb like conversations when he’s so floaty, when his alpha is taking such good care of him.
His alpha .
Jungkook shivers all over when he thinks the words explicitly, when he really takes in their meaning. Yoongi is an alpha (his, Jungkook’s , his mind insists) and he’s taking care of Jungkook like there’s no one else in the whole world that matters to him.
He doesn’t even know how many days he’s felt like he was drowning but had no words for it—no way to fix it—and now he’s beautifully, wonderfully calm in Yoongi’s arms. Finally still.
Speaking of which…Jungkook squirms lightly, just to feel the firm grasp of hands on his thighs once again.
“Steady,” Yoongi murmurs. “Hold still for me.”
Jungkook’s body relaxes even further against the alpha’s chest—he’d thought it wasn’t possible—and he opens his mouth for another bite. Instead of taking the food, he catches Yoongi’s fingers lightly and swirls his tongue around them, desperate to show how good he can be if given the chance…
But then the fingers slide away from the wet heat of his mouth.
Jungkook huffs, frustrated. He just feels so empty every time the fingers leave. In fact, all of him feels empty—he distantly recognizes the slick still leaking out, soaking his tiny shorts and Yoongi’s pants in turn.
Suddenly that emptiness is all he can think about. Yoongi promised to fill him up with cock after they ate, and Jungkook has been so so good, and he ate so much of his food with no fuss at all. But he still has no cock inside of him, and frankly, he’s tired of it.
The next time Yoongi brings a bite to his mouth, Jungkook turns his head dramatically, refusing. “Empty, Alpha.”
Yoongi growls lowly. “Eat more. Not done yet.”
This only riles Jungkook up further—he can’t help but imagine how much nicer that growl would sound if it came as the alpha pushed inside of him, finally filled him…
While Jungkook is busy fantasizing about it, Yoongi forcibly squishes his cheeks to open his jaw and place the mouthful inside. He huffs angrily at the surprise attack. He doesn’t want any more food! He’s waited long enough!
The omega whimpers, tosses his head side to side. As soon as he’s chewed and swallowed, he pushes angrily at Yoongi’s arms which are already bringing the spoon up once again. The food flings to the floor in a scattered spray, staining the tile.
Yoongi somehow seems to find this amusing, simply bending down to scoop the food up in a napkin like he’s cleaning up after a petulant child.
Jungkook sees this as an opportunity.
As he’s leaned over cleaning the mess, Jungkook jumps in one fluid, quick motion off Yoongi’s lap, twisting to avoid the alpha’s hands as they grab for his waist. He slips through, just barely, and stumbles to the kitchen doorway, facing away, head tilted over his shoulder.
A challenge.
A chase.
“You’re sure you want to do this, pup?” Yoongi warns, voice low and dangerous. He’s as still as can be.
Jungkook twitches.
Just like that they’re both moving, Jungkook skidding frantically down the hall and Yoongi following after him. They both know this has triggered the alpha’s deep held instincts. He wants the chase, and he will catch his prey. It’s a matter of when, not if. But even though his brain can guess how this will end, Jungkook’s instincts insist on fleeing. They insist on the chase.
He flings himself around the first corner he sees, and sprints to the stairs—up, up, up, he climbs, until he reaches the landing with four doors in close range. It takes him only a split second to decide which one to enter, a split second in which Yoongi hasn’t yet caught up to him.
He’s chosen Seokjin’s office. None of the upstairs rooms are conducive to a good chase, but he does know several good hiding spots in this one. Namely…he flings open a lower empty cabinet, one with doors that open on both sides. It’s perfect- always an escape route.
As he curls himself into a tight ball and clicks the doors shut, he hears Yoongi reach the landing outside. All the doors should look the same, closed and identical. And sure enough, Yoongi enters Jungkook’s bedroom first, likely because his scent is strongest there.
It’s a good diversion. Jungkook considers whether he should make a break for it while the alpha’s back is turned, while he’s distracted and enveloped by Jungkook’s sweet scent and his pretty nest, but something inside him balks at the idea of leaving his safe little hideout.
No, much better to stay put. Yoongi won’t find him here, anyway.
He can hear Yoongi checking the closet and desk next door; the alpha certainly isn’t trying to hide his location. That must be part of the fun for him, though, thinking he’s scaring Jungkook.
Jungkook’s braver than that.
He’s living for this. Something inside him aches at this chase, this hide and seek, and how good it feels. To truly let loose and give into his instincts, to have a formidable opponent for once. Jungkook can’t help but wonder how it would feel to play these games more often. To let his omega control his actions at the drop of a hat, and just let his mind stop thinking sometimes.
He thinks he might like that a lot.
Yoongi is on the move now, and there’s a paralyzing moment where he’s standing outside, choosing his path—
And then he walks into the office.
Jungkook stills completely, quiet as a mouse. It’s like his body freezes up, knowing there’s a predator nearby. He’s confident in his hiding spot, but…it’s a lot more startling having the alpha only feet away than it is to hear him stomping around in the next room.
“Come out, pup,” Yoongi sing-songs. “Be good for your alpha and come out of hiding, hm? Don’t you want alpha to take care of you? Make you feel so good?”
Well…hm. Yes, Jungkook does want that. Now that he thinks about it, he’s not even sure why he’s hiding. He can’t come up with a logical reason for it and yet…he just knows that chase will make it all even better in the end, somehow. He doesn’t know why, or how, but he just knows.
Yoongi croons. “Aren’t you frightened, little omega? Aren’t you scared you’re going to get caught? If you come out now, Alpha will be so gentle and sweet. If you don’t…Alpha will take what he wants from you.”
They both know all too well which option Jungkook wants.
Yoongi slams open the closet doors. Nothing. He unknowingly steps closer to Jungkook’s hideaway. Checks under the desk where Jungkook can more often than not be found cockwarming. Nothing. One step closer.
Before he can form a plan, before he can react, Yoongi is standing directly outside the cupboard—he can tell when the sliver of light between the doors turns to shadow.
Jungkook stops breathing entirely.
“Uh oh,” Yoongi whispers. “Found you, little omega.”
And then the doors fling open.
Jungkook is ready, but Yoongi is fast. He grabs ahold of Jungkook’s ankle as the omega rolls out the other side. Without being pulled through himself, though, the grip is too difficult to maintain; Jungkook slips free and sprints for the door.
But then he’s in the hallway and he hesitates for only an instant—he hadn’t thought this far ahead, too occupied by his heart beating out of his chest. Does he hide in another room? No, there’s no time, Yoongi will see where he goes. So he bounds back towards the stairs, frantic and sliding on the carpet in his socks. He can make it, he has a head start, he can make it, he can make it—
Strong arms tackle him from behind and Jungkook finds himself face down in the carpet, firm weight on top of his back. “There we go,” Yoongi gasps, condescending tone still in full force even when he’s out of breath. He’s grinning like a maniac. “Got you.”
Jungkook whips his torso back and forth, trying to wiggle out from underneath the alpha; he’s bigger than Yoongi, he should be able to—
But then Yoongi snaps his teeth down on the back of Jungkook’s neck, hard enough to draw blood.
Jungkook moans . His muscles relax against his will, slumping to the floor. Fuck, it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. It’s like his mind goes fuzzy. Too stupid to even think anymore.
“That’s fucking right,” Yoongi snarls as he licks the blood from the wound and pulls Jungkook’s hips up off the ground roughly, to make him present. “Gonna submit for your alpha, let me use you like the omega slut you are.”
Jungkook’s eyes snap closed with painpainpleasure as Yoongi fully rips his shorts away from his body and then shoves his face down against the carpet. His cheek burns where it rubs hardest on the floor, but all Jungkook can focus on is his hole, suddenly exposed to the cool air.
He needs—he needs something, but his mind is so filled with static he can’t think of the words. He wriggles wildly once again under the alpha’s hold, pushes his hips back. He—what does he need—
“Fuck,” Yoongi swears. “You’re so desperate for me to dominate you that you don’t even know why you’re fighting, huh little omega? You just saw a big strong alpha and your tiny little head knew I could give you what you needed.”
“Need,” Jungkook chokes. “Need.” They’re the only words he has.
They’re also the only ones he has to say, because Yoongi knows . He’s such a good alpha, and he knows, and—
He slides into Jungkook’s ass in one confident push.
Jungkook wails, louder than he thinks he ever has before. Somehow, Yoongi’s cock stretches him perfectly, in every way he was hoping for, begging for with his body. “Hhhhhn,” he moans, pitch spiking with every new thrust. “A-alpha!”
“That’s right, pup. Fucking take it for me. So greedy that my fingers weren’t enough, right? Such a slut that you can’t settle until you’re stuffed with cock?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Yesss!”
“Say it,” Yoongi growls. “Say you’re a slut for your alpha’s cock. Say you’ll never want anyone else’s cock ever again, because this one fucked you too perfectly. Tell me how useless you are without your alpha to take care of you like this.”
“I—oh,” is all that Jungkook can get out as his nerves fire with pleasure.
Yoongi laughs breathlessly. “Too stupid to even repeat what alpha tells you, baby? Can’t even do one simple task for me?” He slaps Jungkook’s ass, hard. “Repeat after me, pup: ‘I’m a slut for my alpha’s cock’.”
Jungkook tries, he really does. But Yoongi’s words are echoing around in his brain, bouncing and ricocheting, and by the time he can grasp them they’ve already dissolved from his memory completely. All that comes out of his mouth is a broken whine.
“Can’t even do one simple task, can you?” The alpha coos. “Good thing it doesn’t matter, because all you’re made for is sitting there and looking pretty while I use your hole to fuck my knot into.”
It’s like this statement reminds Jungkook that Yoongi’s knot exists, and suddenly he’s unbearably empty, even as his cock slams in and out. “Knot,” he gasps. “Knot, knot, knot!”
“Cockdrunk little pup,” Yoongi hisses. “Alpha will give you what you need soon, just keep being good and let me use that tight hole. You’ll get my knot, don’t—fuck, don’t worry, baby.”
Jungkook loses his sense of time, after that, like the only thing that matters, the only thing that’s ever mattered, is the way he’s being thrown around like a rag doll and fucked until he can’t breathe, or move, or think or—
“Baby,” Yoongi suddenly whines, after some amount of time Jungkook couldn’t comprehend, and it’s the first time it sounds like he’s truly losing his composure. “Baby, pup. So good, so good for alpha. Fuck, let me knot you; let me fill you up, let me breed you.”
Jungkook nods frantically. “Pleasepleaseplease,” he begs. “ Alpha ,”
And Yoongi nods, gripping Jungkook’s hips with all his might, “I know what you need, pup, gonna fill you so well—”
For the first time ever, Jungkook gets a real knot.
He can’t help but scream with pleasure, writhing and moaning at the way it stretches—it feels like he’s being split in two, but fuck, it’s so good, he’s been waiting for this feeling all his life and never knew it. But now he does, and he thinks, a little deliriously, he won’t be able to survive without it.
To calm his overwhelmed body, Yoongi gives him one last bite, right on the junction of shoulder and neck, a sensitive little spot that leaves the boy limp and dripping slick around the plugged edges of his knot. And Jungkook, finally, blessedly relaxes.
Everything goes a little fuzzy for a while; he feels himself laid down more comfortably, on his side with Yoongi behind him. The alpha—it’s so different from how he was only moments before, but now he gently traces patterns onto Jungkook’s soft skin, licks at the bite wounds along his neck and shoulder, whispers praise that Jungkook can’t quite comprehend yet.
Then the alpha makes a low rumbling noise, and that doesn’t need brainpower for Jungkook to understand—it means Yoongi will keep him safe. He lets himself drift to sleep, comforted by the arms around his waist and the knot locking them together.
***
Namjoon is the first to break the stunned silence.
“Uh…” He laughs, a combination of disbelief and amusement. “I was wrong.”
Seokjin turns to him, eyes wide. “You think?”
“In my defense, I’ve never seen an omega be disciplined, settle in omegaspace, then call out again for domination without ever coming up. It’s…unprecedented, for me.”
“Yoongi looked like he was about to devour him,” Seokjin frets, scooting his chair back from the table. “Do you think he’ll be okay? Do we need to intervene?”
Namjoon shakes his head. “I know Yoongi. Even when he’s in space, he’s never needlessly cruel. And I’ve personally seen him pull back when an omega became actually distressed. It’ll be…rough play,” he admits, “but Yoongi has good self control.”
“I feel like we should have foreseen this,” Seokjin says weakly, but a weary smile is growing on his face now. “They were eye-fucking each other the whole meal. I’ve never seen sexual tension that strong, not even that time we went to dinner after—”
“Nooo,” Namjoon groans, “do you always have to bring it up? It’s been years —”
“Hush.” Seokjin reaches over and physically puts a hand over Namjoon’s mouth. “Hyung is talking now. I was graciously trying to remind you of the time you—oh, gross , Namjoon-ah, what are you? Twelve?”
He laughs as Seokjin pulls his hand back, covered in spit from where Namjoon licked him. “Reap the consequences of your actions, Hyung. Some memories should stay memories. As in, in your head, not as ammunition every time you want to fatally embarrass me.”
“Oh, is that what I’m trying to do? Well, while I’m at it, shouldn’t I also talk about the time you got so drunk you couldn’t find our apartment and when your key didn’t work on the neighbors’ you broke in —”
He barely dodges Namjoon’s hand as he tries to do the same thing Seokjin had, cover his mouth. “And don’t you remember? You couldn’t find the bathroom because it wasn’t your apartment, and you pissed all over their floor, and—”
“This is slander!” Namjoon laughs easily. His entire face is lit up (bright, so bright) with excitement at the way they’ve slotted right back into the playful relationship they’d held so long ago.
It takes Seokjin by surprise how similar this Namjoon is to the one he fell in love with.
In his distraction, Seokjin misses his chance for a full dodge, instead turning his head to avoid Namjoon’s latest attempt at slapping a hand over his mouth.
Unfortunately for him, Namjoon still makes contact, but this time it’s in the form of his fingers accidentally slipping past Seokjin’s lips.
And honestly, that wouldn’t be so bad—maybe a little bit awkward, but nothing they couldn’t play off in the spirit of the playful atmosphere they’re cultivating.
Except…old habits die hard. And Seokjin? When it comes to Namjoon, he has a lot of old habits.
It’s muscle memory, really, the way he instantly swirls his tongue over the three fingers resting on his bottom lip, the way he sucks them into the heat of his mouth without considering the repercussions.
They both freeze.
The memories of every time they’d done this come rushing back. Namjoon’s thumb gently pressing down on his tongue to quell backtalk. Two fingers, in deep to show Namjoon exactly how he’d suck cock. Several shoved roughly past his lips to keep him quiet in the dead of night.
But that was then, and they were dating then, and they were in love then. It’s different, now. Namjoon isn’t his.
But Namjoon isn’t pulling his fingers away, and Seokjin isn’t letting them go anyway.
The air feels charged, electric. Seokjin is staring everywhere but at Namjoon, like if he doesn’t acknowledge what he’s doing, it won’t be real.
“Look at me?”
It’s not a command. Seokjin has never responded well to commands (even back then when they’d been so intertwined that they were a compound word, Namjoon-and-Seokjin, to everyone who knew them). So Namjoon adjusted. He learned to…coax. He learned how beautifully Seokjin would melt beneath him at whispered praise. He learned how easily he’d obey if Namjoon only asked him nicely.
Seokjin learned he liked giving up control, sometimes.
But after Namjoon-and-Seokjin became Namjoon and Seokjin, it all felt…different. Their lives, once woven together, were ripped apart—and tearing a tapestry in two never leaves even edges.
When he left, Namjoon stole away little bits and pieces of Seokjin. He didn’t mean to, but they still found their way into the back pocket of his favorite jeans, into the wrinkled leather of his wallet, into the dusty back doors of his heart. The absence left an ache in Seokjin’s chest. An ache for his other half, yes, but also an ache for the person Seokjin had been when he was with him. An ache for the parts of himself that had migrated to America with Namjoon; the pieces he didn’t notice were missing until he needed them.
Really though, it was nothing Seokjin couldn’t heal or rebuild with the good old fashioned passing of time. He’d lived through plenty of breakups in his life. He was prepared for the empty, aching hurt that followed him once the apartment was cold and lonely again.
The part Seokjin wasn’t prepared for was the reminders. The stubborn residue of his ex-boyfriend’s presence scattered over everything in his life.
Most relevantly, sex.
He was never into the whole…submissive thing, not before he met Namjoon. But then he was sucked into the knowledge of how good it feels to leave the decisions to someone else for a change. To not be the responsible hyung, for a bit.
To be soft, and pliant, and sweet, and nothing more than that, but still be valuable to someone.
To be valuable to Namjoon.
Seokjin has never been able to recreate that feeling since Namjoon left.
Sure, he fucked other men after the breakup—immediately after, and years down the line. He had boyfriends. He asked them to be in charge, to be gentle with him. He asked them to make him feel small.
No matter what they did, it never felt the same.
He’d end up bored. They were too pushy, or not pushy enough. Their methods were never exactly how he hoped. Their compliments felt insincere and impersonal and wrong wrong wrong.
(Seokjin knows he’s beautiful. He can look in the mirror at any time and see it for a fact. Hearing strangers say it to him over and over again felt like nothing. Hearing Namjoon say it to him had felt like everything.)
After all those people in his bed, all the failed hookups, all the frustrated nights staring at the ceiling and wondering what he was missing, Seokjin could only come to one conclusion. The common denominator.
He didn’t have a thing for submission. He just had a thing for Namjoon.
Had, or…maybe has, because there it is again: “Hyung, look at me, please?” That gentle, sure voice that makes Seokjin convince himself if he just obeys, everything will feel a little bit easier, a little bit quieter in his head.
He looks up.
Namjoon’s deep brown eyes are regarding him intensely with a look he can’t quite decipher. A potent cocktail of longing, sadness, desire, fondness. Hope.
“If I had known that after all this time all it would take to keep you quiet was a couple fingers in your mouth, it would have saved me a lot of trouble,” he says. He jokes. Only, it doesn’t feel like joking, it feels like words unspoken. It feels like clouds rolling in before a storm.
(Not the foreboding kind of clouds, not exactly, but the ones that leave everything shrouded in a soft tint of summer evening storm, the ones that push electricity and bright and alive ahead of them, and tow nostalgia along for afterwards.)
Seokjin can’t say anything, not with his mouth occupied like this. All he can do is sink comfortably under the man’s gaze, the way he used to. The way he’s wanted to for a very, very long time.
Muscle memory, indeed.
The fingers move, then, thrusting slightly deeper, then back out. It’s not a big movement, but a noise slips from Seokjin’s tensed throat anyway, a tiny little whine that feels louder than it is.
“Pretty,” Namjoon murmurs. “Hyung? So pretty for me.”
The way those words make Seokjin feel…it’s a high he’s been chasing ever since the moment they said goodbye.
Before Seokjin can act, though, before he can respond, they’re both startled by a sniffle in the doorway. Taehyung, very, very flushed and squirming, looks right back at them with teary eyes.
In an instant the fingers are gone, and now Seokjin lets them go. It’s not that he’d be embarrassed to be seen like that, not by a hybrid. But it feels…vulnerable, right now. An open wound stinging in the breeze. He assumes Namjoon feels the same.
“Hyung,” Taehyung whines softly, half hiding behind the door frame.
It takes Seokjin a second to clear his head, to emerge from the fog in his mind, but he answers: “Baby? What’s wrong? Tell Hyung.”
Beside him, Namjoon is leaning back in his chair casually, like nothing at all had happened. Seokjin shouldn’t find his unaffected attitude attractive, but it is, and he does.
Taehyung looks back and forth between the two and just whines again.
“Come here pup,” Seokjin urges, and as soon as he does, Taehyung bounds across the room to deposit himself in the man’s lap. Like he’d been waiting for the permission. What a sweetheart.
The omega nuzzles agitatedly against Seokjin’s neck, scenting for comfort. “What’s got you so worked up, hm?” He asks. “You were fine before lunch.”
As if on cue, an excessively loud moaning from upstairs begins to fill the quiet, gaining decibels by the second. In response, Taehyung moans too—and Seokjin feels, rather than sees, the gush of slick that the omega drips onto his lap.
Namjoon coos fondly. “Poor thing. Are Yoongi and Jungkookie getting you all hot and bothered? Need special attention from your hyung again?”
“Hyungs,” Taehyung corrects.
“Hm?”
“From…from Hyungs. Both, please,” Taehyung says, perfectly polite like the good boy he is. “Smelled so good up there, wanna—need to be filled, pretty please.”
Namjoon pets a hand down the back of Taehyung’s neck, and the boy shivers, pressing against it. “Greedy pup needs both his hyungs to be here? Alright, sweetheart, we can help.”
Then his attention is on Seokjin, and it feels so, so heavy. “Why don’t you give him your fingers, baby? Stretch him out, make sure he’s nice and loose for you to fuck into?”
There it is again, that tone of voice. The one that so gently pushes Seokjin to act, the one that makes him want to drop everything and obey. “Yeah,” he says, his voice catching. “Okay.”
It hardly takes a few seconds for the omega to undress fully and climb back onto Seokjin’s lap, since he wasn’t wearing much clothing to begin with. Easier access that way. It helps, for when the hybrids get worked up at such little provocation.
The second he’s back in place, Namjoon’s hand gently guides Seokjin’s—long fingers around his wrist, showing him where to tease, where to press. At some point, he moved to stand behind the chair where the two of them are situated, and Seokjin feels so, so very small in his shadow.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs into Seokjin’s ear. “Don’t give him what he wants yet. Just tease. Stroke around that pretty little rim; give him some, but not enough.”
Seokjin can’t help but feel like Taehyung isn’t the only one being teased. He does it though, relishing in the soft little gasps his pup lets out.
“Look at him, trying so hard to be still. Isn’t he sweet? Don’t you want to give him a finger now? Don’t keep him waiting, his little body can’t take it.”
Seokjin swallows. “Gonna give you a finger now, pup,” he repeats what Namjoon suggested. “Be good for your hyung.”
“For both of us,” Namjoon says mildly, but he’s holding a possessive hand on Taehyung’s neck still, massaging his glands.
Taehyung’s head would flop forward in pleasure at the feelings if it weren’t for Namjoon holding him in place. “Oh—oh, yes, feels good, it—”
“Tell your Seokjin-hyung thank you,” Namjoon instructs, amused. “He’s so nice to give you his finger. In fact, Taehyungie’s being such a good boy. Why don’t you give him another? He opens up for us so easily, we hardly need to wait.”
To the soundtrack of Taehyung’s babbling gratitude, Seokjin nods. His head feels syrupy slow, and he thinks he’s lucky he has Namjoon here to make the decisions while he’s sinking so deep. Or…is he sinking so deep because Namjoon is making the decisions?
It’s all very confusing, and he must be showing it on his face, because Namjoon intercepts. “Stop thinking so hard. All you need to do is listen and be good and I’ll make sure to help you take care of your baby, hm? That’s why I’m here.”
Seokjin nods, more calm now. He can worry about the details later. What was it Namjoon had asked him to do?
Oh, right.
He eases another finger into Taehyung’s entrance and the omega’s breath hitches prettily. “Oh,” he cries, “Oh!”
“So sweet,” Namjoon croons into Seokjin’s ear. “So pretty.” He can’t tell if it’s directed at him or Taehyung. He shivers all the same.
When he begins to thrust shallowly in and out, though, Namjoon catches his wrist. The grip isn’t even tight, but it’s still unforgiving—a product of how strong he’s gotten lately? “No,” he says, loud enough for them both to hear. “I want to see Taehyungie ride your fingers.”
A simultaneous moan from hybrid and owner. The omega begins to roll his hips, slow at first. Slick drips down Seokjin’s palm, and even he, with his subpar human nose, can smell the arousal in the air.
“That’s it, pretty,” Namjoon urges. “Take what you need. Your hyung is so nice to let you use his fingers to get off like this, isn’t he?” The dom’s other hand has found its way into the hair at the base of Seokjin’s skull. Not pulling, just…gripping. Firm, and sure.
Taehyung’s rhythm is already faltering as Seokjin’s fingers nudge his prostate with every roll. “Yes, yes, thank you! Hyung, your—your fingers are so nice, so deep inside, you make me feel so good, oh —”
And it’s not the first time Taehyung’s showered Seokjin with praise in the middle of playtime, but it is the first time it makes him feel this proud of himself. He takes a shaky breath. He feels like maybe he should be answering, but words feel a million miles away, right now.
There’s a steady thudding sound coming from the floor above them, and it only serves to provoke Seokjin’s imagination—does Jungkook look as pretty taking a knot as he always does taking Seokjin’s cock? Prettier, even? Fuck, he wishes he could watch. Maybe in the future, they might get to.
“No more for now,” Namjoon tells him. “Pull out your fingers, baby.”
Seokjin does.
It’s several moments later when he realizes he didn’t even think twice before obeying, that his body is so attuned to listen to Namjoon’s voice that he’d blindly follow. If it were anybody else, he thinks that would be frightening.
But it’s Namjoon, so mostly it’s just hot.
Taehyung does not like this turn of events, his normally placid disposition fading for a moment as he jerks his hips in agitation. “Namjoon-hyung! No, Namjoon-hyung, make—make him give them back, please, I have, I haven’t even come yet, please, tell him to—”
Make him? Tell him?
Seokjin suddenly feels a pit of anxiety forming in his stomach. At what point was it made clear to everyone that Namjoon is the one calling the shots even above Seokjin, their actual owner? Is the disparity in authority so prominent to Taehyung?
Sure, Seokjin took care of Taehyung’s dominance needs before, but it was unintentional, and probably clumsy in form. Now that he’s experienced Namjoon, a real dominant, a good owner, Seokjin can’t help but wonder if Taehyung will even want his attention anymore at all. What if both his omegas ask to leave? To go with Namjoon? Or what if now they’ve tasted real dominance, they’d chance going back to the shelter to find a new owner who can care for them better? Seokjin can’t handle being alone again, he can’t, he can’t—
The other two seem to notice his spiraling immediately, Taehyung by scent, Namjoon by the way his breathing picks up, how his face tightens. Taehyung abandons all complaints of emptiness to instead scent Seokjin’s neck, even licking and fretfully nipping his teeth into the skin.
“Talk to me,” Namjoon orders gently, moving so both of his hands cradle Seokjin’s face. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I—you’re here.”
It’s not exactly explanatory, his statement, but Namjoon nods slowly. “I am. Is that…okay?”
Seokjin nods vehemently, then shakes his head, then makes a frustrated noise. Torn out of the moment so suddenly, his mind is struggling to catch up to what he’s trying to express. “The babies…they won’t—won’t need me now. You’re dominant. They’ll want you.”
Understanding washes over Namjoon’s face. “Sweetheart,” he begins, gentle tone, but Taehyung cuts him off with a whine that’s somehow affronted, devastated, and urgent all at the same time. “No! No! Want to stay with Hyung, wanna have Hyung breed me every night! Don’ wanna go! I—I like Namjoon-hyung an’ alpha but Seokjin-hyung is mine ,” he insists, biting down sharply as he finishes speaking.
“Does that answer your question?” Namjoon teases gently as Seokjin winces from the sting of the omega’s teeth. “The pups adore you. They’re never going to give you up.”
“Uh huh!” Taehyung agrees. “Jinnie-hyung is my favorite. An’ Koo’s gonna say so too.”
“Absolutely he will,” Namjoon assures. He then looks at Seokjin, assessing. “But we can talk more about this later, when you’re not so deep. For now, do you want to stop?”
“Um, Hyung, even if you wanna stop ‘s okay,” Taehyung assures, “cause I’m a big boy an’ I don’t have to come. I can be brave an’ wait all night or even forever and ever.”
For some reason, this selfless statement is what finally breaks Seokjin out of his anxious stupor to tease him. “Oh, forever?”
Taehyung immediately pales, backtracking. “Uh. Maybe not forever, forever? Maybe just a long time. Or…maybe just a little time, even.”
Seokjin pulls the omega in for a tight hug, unable to handle how cute he is. When he lets go, he turns to Namjoon. The man is waiting, attentive. “Sorry I stopped us,” Seokjin says softly. “I don’t know why that happened. Why I got scared.”
“This is a new dynamic,” Namjoon says, and when Seokjin furrows his brow as if to dispute, he continues: “No, I know we used to do this together. But we were different then, and people change, and boundaries change. And back then it was just us two, no hybrids mixed in. It’s okay that this got too overwhelming and brought up some fears we hadn’t encountered before. It’s expected, actually. But I always want you to stop and tell me if something like this happens, okay? Your comfort matters more to me than an interrupted scene.”
“And that goes for both of you,” he adds, tapping Taehyung on the nose (he laughs with delight). “Tell Hyung anything and everything you’re thinking, and we’ll work it out together.”
Seokjin…he’s not even sure how to react to that. He almost gets a little teary. Namjoon has always been a good man, but time has blessed him with more maturity and patience than Seokjin could have ever hoped for.
But vulnerability is scary, so instead he pushes buttons: “I will, Hyung .”
Namjoon’s eyes widen, and his expression turns a little bashful. “Ah, you, uh…figured that out?”
“Your hyung kink?” Seokjin asks, amused. “I’ve known ever since we dated. And even if I hadn’t, the pretty alpha you’ve trained to call you Hyung might be a good indicator.”
Namjoon opens and closes his mouth once, then twice. Then: “Wait! So that time we met your coworkers at the party, and you said you’d told them I was older than you so we had to keep up the lie, was that— was that —”
“An excuse to call you Hyung all night and get you so horny you fucked me in the backseat of the car? Yes,” Seokjin says smugly.
Namjoon gapes. “You—you! You evil mastermind! Why didn’t you tell me you knew!”
Taehyung is doubled over giggling, by now, and Seokjin can’t help but feel bolstered by the reaction. “I thought it was funny to watch you pretend it didn’t affect you. You do this sexy thing where you clench your jaw, and you’d hold onto me with a horny death grip, and—”
Suddenly Namjoon’s hands are on him, one holding his chin firmly, the other tight on the nape of his neck. Keeping him exactly where he wants. It feels like the air’s been sucked out of Seokjin’s lungs, but the tension between them restored.
He stops talking.
“Like this?” Namjoon asks, gaze rich with want, voice softer than his words warrant. “Was this how tight I held you when you acted like a goddamn brat?”
Seokjin swallows. God, Namjoon is hot.
He tries to look away, but the grip is unrelenting. “No, sweetheart, tell me, please. Is this how I held you during that party? Did it turn you on to tease me, to act so innocent when you knew exactly what you were doing? Tell Hyung the truth.”
Oh. This is…oh.
“Yes,” Seokjin whispers. “I…yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Hyung.”
Something satisfied flashes in Namjoon’s eyes, and he suddenly lets go. The ghost of his touch tingles on Seokjin’s skin, and he already misses it.
“I guess you were always a little bit bratty, so I shouldn’t be surprised.”
Seokjin speaks and it almost comes out in a whine: “‘m not a brat.”
“Oh?” Namjoon’s eyebrows raise. “Sure seems like it.”
“Not,” Seokjin insists. Jungkook is a brat, not him.
“Then why don’t you prove it?” the man suggests, amused. “Hyung wants to see your pretty cock. Why don’t you pull it out and show us?”
Seokjin’s cock is rock hard already, from watching Taehyung and from the way he’s been lightly grinding over his crotch, dampening the fabric with slick. When he undoes the zipper and slides the rough denim down, the fabric resists—it’s soaking wet, sticking to his thighs.
Once it’s finally out of the way, Namjoon’s breath hitches, and it must be the most genuine reaction Seokjin’s heard from him in a long time. “Fuck, baby. Hyung forgot how beautiful your cock is. So big and hard for your pup to use, hm?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin answers breathlessly. “Wanna fill Taetae. Please? Can I?”
Taehyung seems to like this idea, a lot, abandoning his previous noble nonchalance in favor of sliding Seokjin’s cock back and forth between his legs.
“Wanna…wanna get fucked, want Hyung to fill me up, want Hyung to tell Hyung…to tell Hyung to—I—ugh,” he groans, when the sentence gets too confusing. “Empty!”
Namjoon laughs, settling a hand on the omega’s waist. “It’s okay sweetheart, I understand. I know what you need. What you both need,” he adds, directed at Seokjin, who can’t seem to stop staring at the sight of Namjoon’s big hands on Taehyung’s tiny waist. Their size difference…
“Up go you, honey,” Namjoon murmurs to Taehyung, lifting him up (god, those hours in the gym paid off) and hovering him over Seokjin’s leaking cock. “Sit down nice and slow; that’s it. Good boy.”
Seokjin has fucked Taehyung every night for the last two months, and yet slipping into his tight, wet heat has never felt as good as it does right now. He lets out a broken moan, hands scrambling for anything to hold to, settling for one on Taehyung’s hip, the other grasping Namjoon’s wrist.
“So good, Tae-yah,” Namjoon praises. “Don’t go too fast, Seokjinnie’s little cock has always been so sensitive.” His fingers rub tenderly in a pattern over Taehyung’s skin, soothing as the omega throws his head back and whines at the fullness.
And there’s a million things wrong with what Namjoon just said, starting with the fact that his cock isn’t little, it’s almost bigger than Namjoon’s—and who doesn’t have a sensitive cock? Isn’t that normal? Of all the places to be sensitive, it seems pretty logical. But his protests die before they reach his lips, because Namjoon eases Taehyung down, down, gentle, until the omega is flush against Seokjin’s pelvis, filled to the brim.
Seokjin gasps for air, head tilting in pleasure. Taehyung isn’t even moving, Namjoon isn’t letting him—but the way he’s clenching, squeezing around Seokjin, god —
“Isn’t that better, baby? Can’t be bratty when you have such a sweet hole to fuck your cock into. Why don’t you tell your pup thank you?”
“Taehyung—thank you, Taetae,” Seokjin breathes. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you.”
Without meaning to, his hips jerk, gaining friction inside the omega, and fuck it feels good, but then—
The heat is gone, Taehyung pulled off his cock entirely.
“No!” Seokjin wails, hips bucking into the empty air, and Taehyung is whining, too.
“Jin-ah,” Namjoon scolds, entirely too calm. “That’s not very nice of you. I let you put your cock in such a pretty hole, and you’re greedy enough to move without permission?”
He’s holding Taehyung by the waist, only inches above the tip of Seokjin’s dick, and it feels cruel having everything he wants so close yet so far away.
“Sorry, Hyung,” Seokjin pleads. “Sorry, please, sorry.”
Namjoon softens. “Good, baby, that’s good.”
This time, the descent is faster, enough so that Seokjin barely has time to cry out before he’s fully sheathed in the hybrid.
“Oh, oh, Hyung,” he gasps. “Wanna move, can I—can he—can—”
“Shh,” Namjoon soothes. “That’s not for you to decide. Don’t you want to be good?”
“Be good,” Seokjin repeats, and then startles. That used to be the first sign he was deep into his headspace, repeating words instead of using his own. He hadn’t noticed as it happened, but the slide back into floating bliss was rapid and smooth as silk.
Namjoon notices both the habit and the reaction, knows from experience what they mean. “It’s alright sweetheart, just let go. You’re doing so well for me, such a good boy.”
Seokjin tries to answer, but when he opens his mouth, his mind blanks. Why can’t he…
Namjoon smiles, finger brushing over the light pink flush in Seokjin’s cheeks. “Words are hard right now, baby, I know. That’s fine, you’re doing so well. You know your nonverbal safe words?” Seokjin nods. “Then all I need are your sweet little noises.”
Seokjin can do that. In fact, he doesn’t think he can hold them back, because Namjoon finally, finally lets go of the sniffly omega in his grasp, and tells him: “Go ahead, pup, make your Hyung feel good. Take what you need.”
Taehyung doesn’t waste a second, immediately bouncing on Seokjin’s cock with enthusiasm. They both cry out in pleasure at the sudden stimulation, and Namjoon’s gaze somehow darkens even further.
Tae keeps a steady pace, and Seokjin can’t stop squirming, the pleasure too strong to allow him to stay static. He finds himself tweaking the omega’s nipples as his cries increase in volume, the way he knows the pup likes it, just to have something to do with his hands—
Without warning, Taehyung comes all over Seokjin’s face.
Seokjin sits, stunned as Taehyung fucks himself through the orgasm. He barely even registers when Namjoon swears, turning away for a moment to compose himself, then comes back even more fired up than he was before. “You look so pretty,” he says. His voice has gotten even deeper, the way it does when he’s especially worked up. “I wish the others could see you dripping with your pup’s cum.”
Seokjin moans, both at the words and the way Taehyung tenses around his cock.
“You like that? You want me to keep you like this, all messy and slutty, covered in cum? Then why should it just be Taehyung? I think we should all take a turn. I’ll let Taehyung and Jungkook go first, because we all know how quickly they come, needy little things. And I think the pups will want to come on your face, honestly, just like this,” Namjoon says, almost reverent as he leans in close and traces his fingers through a trail of cum that’s dripping down Seokjin’s cheek.
“They’re so enamored with these lips of yours. They stare at your mouth all the time when they think you’re not looking.” He drags his palm up the underside of Taehyung’s small cock. “Isn’t that right, pup?”
“Uh huh, Hyung has pretty lips, the prettiest- oh!” He gasps as Seokjin’s cock brushes his prostate. “And—an’ Jungkookie says sometimes he—he wants to put his cock inside Hyung’s mouth, and fuck his throat so hard and come in his mouth.”
Seokjin’s head spins. Jungkook wants to do what ?
“Ohh,” Namjoon grins, like this information is a goddamn treat. “Taehyungie comes on your face, then, and Jungkookie…”
As if demonstrating, Namjoon slips his cum-covered fingers into Seokjin’s mouth and watches as he licks them clean without a second thought. “Jungkookie can come down your throat…how about that?”
He doesn’t get an answer, but he doesn’t need one.
Namjoon continues. “I bet Yoongi will want to come all over your back. Those broad shoulders, your tiny waist. He eats that shit up. He’s gonna love marking you with his cum, baby. He likes to pretend he’s not possessive like that; but trust me, he loves it.”
“But me?” Namjoon looks him in the eyes, and Seokjin wants to cry, he’s so close to release. His thoughts move slowly, but his body is already on the edge, so, so, so close. “When it’s my turn, I’m coming all over your pretty hole.”
Seokjin wails, grabbing at Taehyung to move him himself, make him go faster, to help him come, because he’s right there but of course Namjoon is watching and he grabs Seokjin’s wrists to stop him. He flails wildly, surely crying by now, but the other man simply pets his hair soothingly.
“I’d have to have the pups hold you open,” he says, “because I don’t want to waste it. It has to be all over your tight little hole, dripping just right, so that when I finger you open to fuck you, you’re nice and wet, slicked up like the omegas—”
Seokjin comes. It washes over him, a crashing, desperate wave, and he fucks his way through it, thrusting wildly up into Taehyung and hitting his prostate over and over.
The omega clenches down in response, coming again, and fuck if the cyclic pleasure doesn’t give Seokjin the best orgasm of his life. He could have been floating in orgasmic bliss for a lifetime, for all he knows.
But he has to come down eventually.
His eyes must have slammed shut when he came, because now when he hears Namjoon calling his name softly, he has to squint one of them open.
“There you are,” Namjoon coos. “Thought you passed out on me.”
Seokjin grumbles. “Go ‘way. No one’s home.”
Namjoon laughs. “C’mon, up up up. I’m not doing aftercare for three people all shoved onto one dining room chair.”
Seokjin sighs. That’s probably better anyway; the seat is starting to get a bit uncomfortable.
He stretches a little, squirms. Taehyung’s weight is still in his lap, and he’s…is he licking up his own come from Seokjin’s face?
“Ew,” Seokjin whines, eyes snapping open. He turns his head to stop it.
Taehyung still looks a little hazy from the omegaspace he was in—still is in? He can recognize it in Taehyung, now that Namjoon pointed it out in Jungkook earlier.
The omega tilts his head, and pouts. “I like it. Don’t be mean.”
“Yeah, Hyung; don’t be mean,” Namjoon teases.
As much as he logically knows it’s a joke, Seokjin still feels like his whole brain is jumbled up, and the one part of it that’s comprehensible is that he knows he doesn’t want to upset Namjoon. He wants…he wants to be good. Not to mention it feels weird to be called Hyung again, so suddenly. Distressing, almost? And that’s stupid , because he is the hyung—but the way the word comes from Namjoon’s mouth and rattles around in Seokjin’s empty head, it feels—it feels—
“Okay, shh, baby, I’m sorry. It’s alright,” Namjoon soothes. “No honorific for now. And I shouldn’t be joking yet, huh, not while you’re still feeling a little subby. I’m not upset, I promise.”
“Not upset,” Seokjin repeats, taking a deep breath. That’s good. That’s okay. He’s okay.
“Not at all,” Namjoon promises. “You know you’re such a good boy?”
Something inside Seokjin relaxes. “I am?”
“You are,” Namjoon confirms, kissing his forehead. “So sweet, so good. I’m so proud of you.”
He doesn’t know how Namjoon knew he needed to hear that when even he didn’t know it was what he needed, but suddenly, he’s not so upset. Like it went as quickly as it came.
“Alright, baby. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Are you listening?” He brushes a strand of hair off Seokjin’s forehead.
Seokjin nods. “‘M listening.”
“Good, so good,” Namjoon praises. “You two will stay here while I get something to clean you both up with. Because as much as Taehyungie seems to be enjoying himself, I don’t want you to end up sticky and gross. Then after cleanup, we’re gonna go cuddle on the couch for a while. Maybe Taehyung can pick a movie for us to start?”
Taehyung perks up. “Oh! Yes! Please!”
Cleanup, cuddle, movie. He can do that. But…“Jungkook? And Yoongi?”
Namjoon thinks for a moment. “They’ll be knotted together for a while, and Yoongi might be possessive until he’s out of alphaspace. How about I check on them in say, an hour?”
After they agree and get up, time gets a little bit blurry. He does know Namjoon moves quickly and efficiently to clean them, seemingly aware of how badly Seokjin wants to be held, even though he’s not saying it out loud.
It’s a few minutes after they settle onto the couch, once he’s feeling significantly more stable, when Seokjin suddenly remembers: “You didn’t come!” How had Namjoon gone that entire time with no orgasm?
“That’s sweet, but this was about both of you. I’ll be just fine.” He’s giving Seokjin this look, like he’s totally endeared.
Seokjin scowls. Namjoon should at least get a blowjob or something—maybe if he asks nicely, he’ll let Seokjin help.
But the other seems to sense it coming. “Not today, baby. You’re tired out. My job right now is to take care of you.”
“It’s not fair,” Seokjin whines.
Namjoon smiles, stroking a hand through Seokjin’s hair until his shoulders relax. “Think of it as an excuse to come back next time.”
Oh. That does sound nice. Maybe next time, he and Namjoon could…well, actually touch each other to get off. Or is that a line Namjoon isn’t willing to cross yet? Or ever?
Something to discuss when his head isn’t so fuzzy.
Taehyung sighs dramatically. “I wish Jungkookie was here. I miss him. Do you think he’s gonna be sad we had fun without him?”
“Oh,” Namjoon says with a wry smile. “I wouldn’t worry about it, pup. I think he and Yoongi had plenty of fun all by themselves.”
***
Jungkook wakes to quiet voices.
“He’s going to panic if I pull out without explaining first,” Yoongi murmurs. “I can feel it. I just know.”
“You can’t stay inside him forever,” Namjoon says, amused. “You’ve been on the floor for an hour.”
“Let him sleep. He’s comfortable where he is,” Yoongi insists.
“Alright, alright.” A moment of silence. “You’re not in alphaspace anymore, are you?”
Jungkook can feel the shake of Yoongi’s head. “No. I’m sorry for…for going against the plan. I know this isn’t how we, uh. Usually do things.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it. He obviously needed this. I’ve never seen an omega go into headspace, come back up, and act out for dominant attention all over again so quickly.”
Yoongi hums and it almost makes Jungkook shiver. Feels nice. “He didn’t feel settled yet, at lunch. He does now. He’ll be okay now.”
“He really does look peaceful, doesn’t he?” Namjoon muses. “Like you fucked every last drop of fight out of him.”
“I did,” Yoongi says, and he sounds very proud of himself.
Namjoon snorts. “Alright, well…just come downstairs when he wakes up then? I’m sure after all that noise, Seokjin will want proof his pup is still alive.”
Yoongi’s arms tighten and a small growl slips out before he can stop it.
Namjoon tilts his head and Jungkook can hear the smile plain in his voice. “What, you want him to be your pup? Not Jin-hyung’s? You still feeling a little possessive, baby?”
“Shut up,” the alpha hisses. “No, I’m not. You’re wrong.”
But Yoongi’s face is mysteriously heating as he nuzzles it against the back of Jungkook’s neck. Is he…blushing?
Namjoon can’t stop a fond laugh from escaping. “Alright. If you say so.”
“And even if I was,” he continues, perhaps defensive, “would you blame me? When he’s this sweet and settled?”
“I never said it was a bad thing,” Namjoon agrees, amused. “He is a pretty little pup, isn’t he?”
“Mm.” Yoongi hums in agreement.
“Anyway. You don’t have to worry, because we’ll be seeing plenty of him. Seokjin-hyung is hiring us to dom him at least weekly, pending extra sessions as needed. Taehyung too, especially once we build to a point in our training where we can start teaching Jungkook to share.”
The alpha perks up, squeezing his arms around Jungkook tighter. “Really?”
“Excited, are you?” Namjoon teases.
Yoongi narrows his eyes. “You’re one to talk. You’ve been flirting with Hyung all morning.” He deepens his voice dramatically to imitate the human: “Oh, Seokjin-hyung, I’ve been working out. Aren’t I so big? Here, wanna feel my big strong muscles—”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Namjoon hisses. “Truce?”
“Truce.”
Jungkook hadn’t even meant to eavesdrop on all of that, his eyes were just so heavy he hadn’t wanted to open them yet. He feels…sedated. Calm. Warm. He wiggles a little bit and stretches his arms out in front of him now, sighing.
“You awake, sweetheart?” Namjoon asks gently.
“Mmm.”
“Is that a yes, or a no?”
“…Mmmm.”
Namjoon laughs. “Yoongi really wore you out, didn’t he?”
“He only got what he was hoping for,” the alpha grumbles.
Jungkook blinks, one, two, three times. Finally opens his eyes.
They haven’t moved far from where he’d been caught—still on the soft carpet, Yoongi’s body pressed firmly against his.
“Alpha is warm,” Jungkook sighs. “‘S nice.”
Said alpha rumbles in satisfaction and Namjoon laughs. “Still in omegaspace, then. Probably will be until you’re out, Yoon.”
“Yeah,” he allows, exhaling. “Okay, he’s awake, so we can talk him through it. Jungkook-ah?”
Talk him through what? Jungkook can’t focus on their words when Yoongi’s hand is so gently tracing circles over the bulge in his stomach. It’s pretty. It would be even prettier if he were knocked up, though.
“Pup,” Yoongi insists. “I need you to listen to me, okay?”
Jungkook nods obediently. He can be good. He knows he can. That itch under his skin telling him to disobey, to act out? Right now it’s gone, like it had never existed in the first place.
“Alpha has to do something, and at first it’s gonna feel really scary, like you might never be okay again.. But I promise if you trust me and wait just a little bit the feeling will go away. Okay?”
Jungkook fidgets nervously. “What is it?”
“If I tell you before, it’s going to be scarier. Do you trust me to take care of you, pup?”
Jungkook nods without hesitation. He’s not sure when he started trusting Yoongi, only that he does.
“Then you need to trust that it’s better if you don’t know.”
Jungkook nods again, this time slowly. “‘Kay.”
Namjoon steps up closer, takes Jungkook’s hand in his. “You ready, sweetheart? It’ll be over before you know it.”
“Alpha will take care of me,” Jungkook says. “And Joonie-hyung.”
“That’s right,” Namjoon says, dimples on display as he smiles fondly. “Alright. Yoon? Go ahead.”
Yoongi gives Jungkook one last squeeze around the middle and then pulls his cock out of Jungkook all at once.
“No!” Jungkook shouts, suddenly panicked. “No, I need—you can’t—”
“Shh,” Yoongi soothes. “You’re okay.”
He’s not , he’s not okay. He can’t explain it in words, but the emptiness is eating him alive, devouring him from the inside out—his instincts scream wrong, wrong, wrong . His breaths turn shallow, he twists and flails. Maybe if he could turn around, he could get to Alpha’s cock, fill himself back up—
But Namjoon is there, and he’s holding Jungkook in place. Firm but gentle.
Namjoon is too strong to fight against, Jungkook can feel it, so he slumps into the hold. He’s sobbing now, he’s pretty sure. Everything is blurry with tears and his voice cracks as he pleads: “Alpha, fix it? Help me? Hurts, alpha, please—”
He can feel Yoongi tense at the supplications, but Namjoon shakes his head and forces Jungkook to make eye contact. “Remember what Hyungs told you, okay? The feeling will go away, you just have to wait a few more seconds. Take a deep breath in for me, baby. Perfect, that’s so good.”
Jungkook does his best to push past the panic and focus on his breathing: in, out, in out, and…oh. Namjoon is right, the ache does start to lessen. The need starts to feel more like want. Just moments ago all-consuming, now somehow manageable.
And then Jungkook blinks, confused, as the feeling fades altogether. He feels…okay?
“How do you feel?” Yoongi murmurs. “Is it gone?”
“Mhm,” Jungkook nods. If he was tired before, it’s even worse now. He feels like he’s run a marathon. “What was that?”
Namjoon pets his hair gently. “It’s called knotting fever. It happens after an omega is knotted for the first time. Your body floods you with good chemicals to give you positive associations with mating, knots, alphas—but it can lead to a crash when you’re empty again.”
“‘S it gonna happen every time?” Jungkook asks, nervous. That was scary .
“You’ll probably always dislike the feeling of being empty after a knotting, but it won’t ever be that bad again. It’s just for the first time.”
“You were so brave, pup,” Yoongi tells him.
Jungkook melts into the alpha’s embrace at the praise, still unsteady and tired. And sore. Very, very sore.
“Hyung,” he whines as he notices. “‘M all sticky. And—and ‘m hurting.”
“You are? Where?” Yoongi fusses, looking him over and turning him this way and that to check.
Jungkook takes stock. His wrists, his hips, his ass, his neck, his shoulders. Even his knees, from when he was tackled to the ground. “Everywhere?” He settles on with a pout.
Namjoon laughs. “Yoongi did do a number on you, huh?”
“I wasn’t that bad,” the alpha mumbles, but he also starts licking tenderly at the bites on Jungkook’s neck, a nonverbal apology.
“How about a bath, hm?” Namjoon suggests. “Get you all clean, and it’ll be nice and relaxing for your muscles too. Seokjin-hyung can get some bandages ready for your neck, afterwards, and then I bet he’d love to give you some cuddles.”
“Yes please!” Jungkook answers, already nudging against Yoongi with his cheek. “Bathtime? Carry me?”
Yoongi mumbles complaints under his breath, but as he stands up and offers a piggyback ride, Jungkook can smell that he’s not actually annoyed.
“I’ll be with Seokjin-hyung,” Namjoon says. “Don’t get into too much trouble.”
“Don’t flirt too hard. You’ll pull a muscle,” Yoongi calls after him as he leaves.
***
“Take some of this, too,” Seokjin says, scurrying over to the door where Namjoon and Yoongi are preparing to leave. Their arms are already stacked with containers of food, but Seokjin can’t seem to stop coming back with more.
“Really?” Namjoon asks, laughing. “This will already feed us for a month.”
“It’s just this last one,” Seokjin fusses, straightening out the stack so it doesn’t look quite so precarious.
“That’s what you said three boxes ago,” Namjoon teases, purposely mumbling like he doesn’t want Seokjin to hear.
Seokjin slaps his shoulder. “What was that? You said ‘Thank you, Hyung, for sending us home with so many delicious leftovers’? Oh, Joonie, you’re so welcome!”
“That hurt,” Namjoon huffs, and it’s almost comical the way he has to duck his head out from behind the stack just to make sure Seokjin doesn’t miss his exaggerated pout.
Taehyung (half in the makeshift nest they’d made, half out—seemingly undecided if he wants to say goodbye to their guests or stay and cuddle with Jungkook) makes a concerned little noise. “Hyung, don’t hit!”
Yoongi snorts. “He’s fine, pup. He’s not actually hurt, it’s just a terrible attempt at fl—”
Namjoon cuts him off suddenly. “Yes! I mean, uh, yeah, I’m fine, Taehyung-ah. All good here.”
Yoongi looks rather amused, but doesn’t finish his sentence.
“The rice!” Seokjin remembers suddenly. “I only packed you one container of rice, let me just…”
“You gave us two.”
“…let me get you three, then.”
Namjoon fixes him with a gentle gaze. “Hyung, we don’t need any more. We’ll eat well. And besides, I think there are some little ones here who need attention.”
He gestures towards the makeshift nest on the floor, where Jungkook’s big watery eyes are watching them intently. They’re the only part of him visible at all, the rest shrouded in fuzzy blankets.
“Hyung, come back? You promised nest cuddles,” Jungkook begs, and suddenly Seokjin can’t fathom how he’d ever been scared the omega wouldn’t want him anymore.
“I’m coming, baby,” he concedes. “Be patient, Hyung will be there in a second.”
“We’ll head out, then,” Namjoon smiles. “We’ll be back next week, I’ll text you for details. And we’ll wash and bring your clothes, too, thanks again for that.”
He’s referring to the old t-shirt and sweats Yoongi is wearing. The alpha got his own clothing…messy, so to say (read: covered in cum), and Seokjin had lent him some clean ones. The hybrid is far smaller than him, though, and they hang loosely off his frame.
Seokjin really wishes he could express how tiny and adorable Yoongi looks wearing his clothes, but he has a feeling it might make the alpha a little grumbly. He keeps the sentiment to himself.
After some final goodbyes are exchanged, the two finally leave. Taehyung ventures from the safety of the nest to watch them go, nose smushed against the front window—thoroughly interested in watching them walk away now that they aren’t watching him back.
Seokjin can’t help but watch, too, though he’s a little more subtle than his omega. It’s just…with Namjoon by his side again, he felt like he’d finally found balance after years of vertigo. It stings to see him leave once more.
“Don’t be sad,” Taehyung says softly. “They’re coming back soon!”
“I’m not sad,” Seokjin instantly denies, but he does let himself be tugged back into the nest to cuddle. Just for the benefit of the omegas, of course, definitely not for him.
“So, what do you think?” he asks his hybrids a few minutes later, once they’re all settled. “Do you like Namjoon and Yoongi?”
Taehyung hums, gently head butting Seokjin’s shoulder in excitement.
“Joonie-hyung was so nice! He talked to me and didn’t get mad when I stuttered or messed up, and—and—oh! And he said that if it’s okay, sometime he’ll take me on a bike ride to the river and show me all the plants ‘n bugs ‘n animals! And Yoongi-hyung did a whole puzzle with me while you were fixing up Jungkookie’s bites! He’s so good at puzzles and he told me I—I was a very good pup!”
Seokjin pulls him closer and kisses his forehead. “Well that’s because you are a good pup! I’m proud of you for being brave, and playing, and talking.” Taehyung just nods, and sighs happily at the fingers running across his scalp.
Seokjin looks to where Jungkook is burrowing in the blanket that the two guests had unintentionally scented during their group cuddle. The omega still seems to be deeper in his instincts, fussing around with the nest periodically, but even then he always keeps at least one point of contact with his human—legs tangled together, or a head nuzzling Seokjin’s waist, or pinkies linked loosely.
At the moment, Jungkook is fully laying on top of Seokjin—perpendicular, forming a plus sign of sorts—belly down and fiddling with the blanket edges. Seokjin ruffles his hair. “What about you, Koo? What did you think?”
“Wanna get trained every day ,” Jungkook says dreamily, abandoning the blanket and rolling over until he’s staring at Seokjin from a strange angle. “It’s the best.”
The human laughs. “Well, it does seem a lot more enjoyable for you than I expected.”
“It—it doesn’t even seem like training, really,” Taehyung adds. “Just—um, Jungkookie just needed someone to dominate him right? That fixed it? He wasn’t even being bad on purpose?”
“That’s right,” Seokjin confirms.
“So…” Taehyung fidgets. “So even if I’m a good boy maybe someday they could do it to me too?”
Seokjin’s heart jumps. The omega has always been so withdrawn with everyone but him and Jungkook…this sort of interest is unprecedented. “Of course, love,” he coos. “We can make that happen if it’s what you want.”
“Not yet!” Taehyung says quickly. “But…later, maybe. Wanna keep seeing them more first.”
Seokjin gives a weird sort of smile. “Well, uh. That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about. They’ll be coming back once a week for training, but I was wondering if, uh. How would you both feel if I…went on a date with Namjoon? Sometime?”
Jungkook gasps in delight, suddenly sitting up. “Are you and Namjoon-hyung gonna kiss and date and fall in love ?”
“Well, I don’t—I haven’t even asked him, and he hasn’t asked me, and I’m not sure if it would even happen, or if he’d want to—”
“Yes yes yes , Hyung! You should—you should ask him to be your boyfriend!” Taehyung agrees. “Then he and Yoongi can come over to see us even more!”
Seokjin’s ears are bright red by now. “Hold on! It’s not—nothing is even decided, I’d still have to ask—”
If Jungkook had a tail, it would be wagging. “It’s gonna be just like the dramas we’ve been watching, Taetae!”
“So romantic,” Taehyung gasps dramatically. Both omegas are smiling ear to ear.
“Oh!” Jungkook’s eyes get big all of a sudden. “Do you think if you’re boyfriends then Namjoon-hyung will fuck you? He only fucked my throat, but he’s so big, it’s so—”
Seokjin’s cheeks are pink. “I—that’s enough, we don’t need to talk about it anymore!”
(It’s all the hybrids talk about all night.)