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- Sorry if I am overstepping, hyung, but can I sleep with you?
- Hell yes. Bring nesting stuff.
When Seokjin opened the door for Namjoon no more than five minutes after their text exchange, he could see his own exhaustion and weariness mirrored in the other’s eyes. He had an armful of different clothing in his hands and Seokjin tried to not be put off by them looking like the younger just grabbed whatever he found first. Jin was particular about his nest, but beggars can’t be choosers in a night like this.
Namjoon was staggering forward, entering the room but his coordination was even more off than usual, so his long deer legs stumbled him right into Seokjin’s arms. Dropping everything he was holding at once.
“Hyung”, he sighed, all remaining fight to stay upright leaving him and literally sagging into the olders arms, stuffing his face into the crook of his neck. Right onto his scent gland. A little piece of heaven.
“I know, Joon-ah, I know”, Seokjin replied, circling his arms around the other. They relished in each other’s embrace for another moment, the first relief they both must have felt in hours but when Seokjin opened his eyes again, he noticed that the hotel room door was still open.
“They gonna steal us right under everyone’s nose”, he mumbled and with difficulty, they separated from each other.
“Quick nest and then sleep?”, Namjoon suggested, being aware they needed to hold out for another second.
“Definitely”, Seokjin agreed and they both started to pick up the things Namjoon brought with him. On a second look, the older could appreciate the selection. One of Taehyung’s scarfs as well as a hoodie from Jimin and an old cuddle blanket from Jungkook were among the stuff. Seokjin hadn’t even been aware that their youngest had brought it along on their world tour or that Namjoon had acquired it one way or another along the way. There was also one of Yoongi’s sweatpants and a couple of smaller pillows and blankest that have all been scented at some point from various pack members. Overall, it matched Seokjin’s own collection and it made his inner omega preen that the pack has been taking care of them equally.
He saw Namjoon hesitating after dropping whatever he had on the bed, not starting on the nest.
“What’s up?”
Their leader looked a bit unsure, so Seokjin snuck his arms around his middle from the back and huffed into his neck.
“What?”, he asked again.
“Would it be too much…if we move the bed into the corner?”
Jin lifted his head and stared at the bed that was in the middle of the room, just connected with the wall at the head.
“Fuck yes”, he breathed out, not realising that pushing the bed into the corner meant that it would be connected to two walls, which was one more wall that meant safety.
They went to work quickly, sent a little prayer of thanks went they realised that the bed wasn’t screwed to the floor (which they had feared since the idea was expressed, sure, that they would not find a wink of sleep if the bed stayed where it was) and threw a hasty nest together. Seokjin whined about it not being as neat as he liked or as it was at home but Namjoon was already crawling into the middle and opened his arms, so he stopped caring and dropped straight into the other’s arms. Namjoon was quick to pull his back against his chest and hold him tight. His nose stuffed back into Seokjin’s scent gland.
The two omegas’ sighed in relief.
Surrounded in a nest full of the faint smells from their pack eased the itchiness this annoying hotel had given them from day one and they both relaxed a bit more, with only a bit of tension remaining. Even though it was a premium five-star hotel, the ventilation system had a tiny malfunction in the way it recycled air – meaning all the scents of all hotel guests that are not using descenter were accumulating in the air. It was a nightmare.
“How many more days?”
“Three”, Namjoon answered, pulling his hyung even closer, “only three more.”
“God help us.”
***
“Thank fuck, you fuckers.”
Seokjin blearingly opened his eyes. It was still a bit dark in the room, so the sun couldn’t even be properly out yet. They had shifted in their sleep, he was now buried in Namjoon’s side, a large blanket draped over them up to their chins. It was lovely, the way they were soaking in each other’s scent.
His nose was crinkling when it picked up another note in the air, one of distress and alpha and he opened his eyes properly.
“What is it?”, Namjoon asked sleepily next to him, his warm breath hitting Jin’s shoulder.
“Jungkook.”
He looked at the figure standing at the end of the bed, that was watching them with big bunny eyes. Until someone else stepped next to him.
“And Yoongi-ah.”
“Tell them to leave or come in. It’s too early.”, Namjoon grumbled, burying deeper into the nest and Seokjin’s warmth.
“Leader says to come in or leave”, the older omega relayed, even though everyone clearly heard what was being said. That broke the spell though, because Jungkook basically jumped on top of them.
“You heathen”, Seokjin cried out, while Namjoon wheezed under the unexpected weight.
“You scared me!”, the youngest yelled, with way too much volume for the time of the day (morning) while also trying to pull both of them towards him.
“What Jungkook is trying to say”, Yoongi started to slowly climb into the nest from the side, gently rearranging the three boys in the bed before laying down next to Jin, reaching over all of them, “was that we got concerned for you guys when we woke up and realised that the air vent situation has worsened overnight. And when we wanted to check on Namjoonie, we only found an empty bed.”
“I thought something had happened”, the youngest alpha whined but got a soft flick on the head from their leader.
“At 5am in the morning? After you accompanied both of us to our rooms last night? And what, you woke up Yoongi-hyung to get room keys and check everything again, didn’t you? Aish, my little baby alpha, whose instincts are so strong.”
The words could have sounded harsh, but Namjoon was saying them gently, his hand caressing Jungkook’s face, who was squeezed in between the omegas now.
“I was worried too”, Yoongi admitted openly, propping his head on his hand, reaching over with the other to ruffle Jungkook’s hair before settling his hand in Namjoon’s neck. He was half leaning over Seokjin, who absolutely relished being engulfed by alpha scents and closed his eyes in content.
“And considering how this room looks it was probably justified.”
In the half dark, Namjoon and Seokjin found each other’s eyes over Jungkook’s head, but eventually just shrugged their shoulders. It can’t be helped. They couldn’t have left the bed where it was.
“We’re changing the hotel today.”
There was a determination in Yoongi’s voice that left no room for discussion. It was the pack alpha speaking. Still, Seokjin was not surprised for Namjoon to properly wake up now.
“Hyung, no”, he sat up, “it’s too much hassle.”
“If you cannot be comfortable here, we need to move. It’s as simple as that.”
“It’s not that simple and you know that. The team plans our stays and logistics months in advance. We can’t just up and leave, especially not in a foreign country.”
“Yes, we can”, Yoongi hissed back.
“Think of the staff, hyung, and the security. It’s a nightmare to rearrange and move everything.”
“What do I care about the staff if my pack feels unsafe?”
It was always a dangerous territory when Yoongi started to use the word my pack. Seokjin could see Namjoon’s face immediately soften. An unhappy alpha made unhappy omegas and especially their leader was always tempted to switch into a caring mode.
“Hyung, promise, it’s not too bad. We can cope.”
“You clearly cannot”, Yoongi waved with his arms at the kings sized bed, that they had moved in its entirety across the room, “this is not what feeling safe looks like.”
He seemed to contemplate for a second. Then: “Let’s just book out the entire hotel. Kick out all the other guests, if you really don’t want to leave. That should clear the air a bit.”
“Hyung, no! Jesus, we can’t just kick out all the guests, this is a proper establishment.”
“So what, we’re BTS.”
“No fights in the bed”, Seokjin complained before Namjoon could retort, tugging Jungkook close who easily went along, “you know the rule.”
Namjoon looked like he wanted to argue about the rule but he also wanted to continue arguing with Yoongi, so he scrambled over the two of them and fell into the alpha’s arms, who was waiting for him to climb out.
With amusement, Seokjin watched how his two fellow members fought about moving or not moving, while simultaneously tugging each other close on the couch, the urge to soothe the other too big to ignore over the bickering.
“It must be really bad”, Jungkook mumbled into Jin’s neck.
“It’s more like an itch, that you just cannot scratch.”
“How can we help?”
Big bunny eyes were looking up to him.
“You smell nice. That really helps.”
To be fair, their very own non-intrusive and familiar omega scents were a true comfort to each other and the biggest help but since they couldn’t lock themselves into their nesting room at home, it was nothing but a faint wish anyway. Their members scents were nice, better than any of the intruding ones but they were just another layer added on top. Not that any of their pack needed to know that.
“Hyung, what do you need to let us stay here?”
Seokjin could hear Namjoon’s soft voice talking to Yoongi on the couch, trying to placate him. When he looked over, he could see Yoongi being plastered along the entire very long body length of Namjoon, right on top of him. A secure hold.
“No, it’s the other way round, hun, what do you need to stay?”
It was quiet for a moment.
“We need to leave the fucking country”, Jin yelled from the bed. There was a stunned silence for a moment. Then they all broke out laughing.
***
Shit really hit the fan at the end of their promo day. Namjoon and Seokjin clung to each other as non-suspiciously as possible, but their underlying scent of stress and anxiety had their whole pack anxious. It’s amazing how not having a proper resting space could put both omegas on edge, especially with a busy schedule and so many intrusive scents in America.
“It’s like a puma cage, why does no one use descenting spray”, Jin looked like he was ready to hold his nose closed, no matter how offending it looked. Namjoon held onto his elbow; they were both walking in the middle of the group on the way to their dressing room for their show tonight.
“It’s the scent of freedom.”
“Well, freedom smells like shit. Give me back communism and a state-mandated deodorant.”
Namjoon’s responding laugh was loud and boisterous and made something pleasant coil in Jin’s tummy.
“We’ll get through it”, he reassured.
Yoongi made sure they were both thoroughly scented by him after they had their stage clothes on. But the pleasant feeling in Jin’s stomach from hanging onto Namjoon slowly receded, being replaced by a hot ball of anxiety and then a hot ball of something else and halfway through the show he realised that he was sweating more than he normally would and his stomach was in knots. During an intermission, Namjoon was hanging over his back, helping with the buzzing and white noise in his head but he knew that something was severely off.
“I don’t think I can get through this”, he pressed out, letting Namjoon hug him close from behind, his nose in his scentgland, while the make-up noonas tried to get the sweat off and reapply make-up.
“Three more songs”, Namjoon chanted like a mantra.
It was clear for everyone that their omegas were struggling, so the group stuck closer together on stage, closer than they normally would.
Jin could feel his knee’s buckling on the way down and he barely registered how Namjoon was plastered to his side, an arm winding around his waist to keep him upright and Taehyung appearing on his other side.
They all shuffled quickly into their dressing room, that had been de-scented and was now free of any other intrusions. Which was bliss. Until Yoongi drew his very first deep breath and opened his eyes in surprise.
“Joon-ah, step away from Jin-hyung. Now.”
Both omegas looked up like deers caught in headlight.
“You need to leave the room.”
“What?”, the accused asked irritated, wanting to do anything but.
“Jin is going into heat.”
Which, well, fuck.
“I am not due for another month”, Jin argued weakly, but deep inside, he knew that their head alpha was right. All the stress and restlessness sent him into an early heat. Namjoon looked like he was wounded, taking one, then another tentative step away from him. But not more. He couldn’t do more. They both looked at each other in mourning.
The thing was, where Jin had a good, consistent cycle, Namjoon was generally all over the place. It was the pressure of the job and the insecurity of being an omega that he never wanted to be, that made him never truly settle in his skin and his inner omega corresponding to all of that. Which made him so, so vulnerable to sympathy heats and really, they could barely afford one omega out of commission, not even talking two (and especially not their English speaking one).
He wasn’t proud of it but Jin actually broke out in tears, when Hoseok carefully pulled Namjoon away, the two of them looking at each other in despair. Namjoon felt just as emotional as his hyung but he unfortunately couldn’t argue with the logic.
“No, you don’t understand”, Jin meowled, longingly watching how Namjoon was turned around and led out of the room, while Jungkook and Yoongi stayed with Seokjin. Distantly, he could hear Yoongi talking on the phone, getting separate cars and rearranging hotel rooms but he couldn’t take it in properly. He felt like shit and he didn’t want to be in heat and he wanted his omega.
“It’s going to be okay”, Jungkook whispered into his ear and caught him, when Jin’s knees caved. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was still crying but the fuzziness started to take over. And the pain, ugh. It crawled from his lower back up, higher and higher until his skull seemed to be split open. Someone nearly dragged him out of the room, probably Jungkook and soon, another scent came from his other side, supporting him as well. Jimin, if he wasn’t mistaken. Meaning that Taehyung and Hoseok were with Namjoon.
Yoongi was the one taking over at the car, tugging him into the backseat with him, leading him directly him to the alphas scentglands. It was a nice breather, something relieving that helped to clear his mind for a second. But Jin was still so uncomfortable and couldn’t help but wince.
“I know”, Yoongi mumbled into his hair, closing his arms tighter around him, “I know.”
“I wanna be home”, the omega complained, knowing how absolutely unreasonable he was, but he didn’t want to be hot and bothered in a different country, feeling unsafe and unbalanced, “and I want Namjoonie.”
It was Yoongi making a pained noise now.
“I’m sorry, hyung”, he soothed, scenting him back, “you’ll get him back in a couple of days.”
That was not a satisfactory answer and he was still feeling sorry for himself when the car started and they left the venue. The only good thing was that his first day or two during a heat were somewhat mild. He usually spent it in some pain, sweat and buried deep in his nest and let himself being dotted on.
But when they pulled up to the hotel, he was dreading the coming days more and more. That goddamn hotel with the malfunctioning vents.
“We’re gonna get you into a nice shower and then Kookie and me are gonna stay with you tonight”, Yoongi reassured him, keeping him close and upright when they made their way to the elevators.
“No.”
“What?”
The alpha turned around to him in surprise.
“I don’t want Kooki or you to stay with me. No offence.”
The other two looked at him with big eyes.
“Offence taken”, the stunned expression on Yoongi’s face quickly morphed into determination, “hyung, one of us or preferably both of us are going to stay with you, if you want to or not. Or we get Jiminie. But you can’t be alone.”
Seokjin huffed.
“I can and I will. I am an adult.”
“You’re also in pain, hyung. We want to help.”
Big puppy eyes from baby alpha were usually irresistible but Jin wasn’t much about rationality today.
“I don’t care. I don’t want anyone but Namjoon.”
Yoongi made an unhappy sound at the back of his throat but then the elevator binged and it became clear that the omega really had to rely on them because he could barely walk by himself. Entering the room made Jin’s nose cringle, the offending scents still lingering. His bed was blissfully still the resemblance of a nest and when he realised that there might be traces of Namjoon’s scents left, he jumped right in.
“No, hyung, you need to shower!”, Jungkook claimed in dismay, but it was no use. Jin shrugged his concert jacket off and kicked his shoes out but besides that, he immediately rolled himself into a burrito. The other two sighed resigned.
“Jimin is getting some food supplies and then we’re just going to stay here the night. In the state that we are, apparently”, Yoongi said, wanting to sit down on the edge of the bed, a hand already stretched out to softly caress at least Jin’s leg. But their oldest wasn’t having it.
“Do not enter!”, he hissed and looked genuinely upset which made Yoongi shot up on instinct more than anything else.
“Jinnie-hyung, you need to work with us on this”, he tried to convince the other softly.
“Don’t come closer.”
He would not let anyone invade his and Namjoon’s lovely, combined scents that were in this bed. It was the only way that he would be able to even close his eyes tonight, he knew it.
Yoongi started to become frustrated. Yes, out of the two, Seokjin was the fussy one during a heat but usually it was more playful than anything else. Nothing like this, were he refused parts of his pack at the time he would usually keep them close.
“Call Namjoon.”
“What?”, Yoongi looked at Jungkook in surprise. The younger just shrugged.
“We’re not getting anywhere and I certainly don’t want to violate the nest of an omega in heat. Let’s call Namjoonie-hyung and ask him for advice.”
Namjoon immediately demanded to talk to Jin.
“Stop being a dickhead, pheromones don’t travel over the phone”, he chastised the head alpha, who grumpily crouched down on the floor next to the bed. Jin was buried deep in the blankets already, his hair was barely poking out. He was curled into a small ball, probably in pain.
“Hyung? It’s Namjoonie on the phone.”
A hand shot out of the blankets immediately and his head come up soon after.
“It’s hurts so bad”, were his first words spoken in the phone and he immediately burst into tears again. Jungkook made a heartbroken noise behind them somewhere and even Yoongi couldn’t control his facial features any longer. Their omega was uncomfortable and in pain and they couldn’t do much about it. It set his own instincts on fire, wanting to find solutions, have his pack together, warm and settled.
The phone was pushed back into his hands after a couple of minutes and Yoongi held it to his ears. Namjoon’s voice was clear and leader-like, the one he used when he was managing ten things at the same time.
“We’re swapping teams”, he announced, “Hobi and Tae are going to stay with Jin. I know, hyung,”, he added before Yoongi could even speak up, “I know, but honestly, it’s the only way he even has a chance to settle. The beta’s scents are less invasive, no offence, and Jin agreed that he wouldn’t be difficult about this.”
“So many offences taken today”, Yoongi mumbled, dragging a hand over his face, “we can’t let an omega in heat without an alpha.”
“I’ve already talked with Sejin-hyung. They’re barricading your corridor; this part of the floor is only for us. And you can stay in the room next to Jinnie-hyung.”
“Where are you?”
“One floor below.”
A growl erupted in his chest.
“Well, it’s that or I’m going to join in on the fun.”
He didn’t like this. His pack divided on two floors, two vulnerable omegas separated.
“Jimin and Jungkook are going to stay with you No argument.”
“That sounds good, hyung”, Namjoon’s soothing voice was turned on, knowing that it would help Yoongi’s alpha to cool down. To feel in control. Sneaky little diplomat that he was.
“Fine”, Yoongi agreed eventually.
He did seek Namjoon out before setting camp in the room next to Jin.
“This trip will eventually be over, hyung”, the omega said into his hair, the olders nose buried in his neck.
“Give me your hoodie”, Yoongi commanded instead of an answer and made sure to scent that as thoroughly as possible as well before going back to hug Namjoon one final time.
“You barricade this door and don’t let anyone in or out that is not pack”, he ordered the other two alphas in the pack. The authority in his voice made Jimin and Jungkook shrink a bit and Namjoon to roll his eyes more discreetly than he normally would.
“Alpha”, Namjoon mumbled and pressed a kiss into Yoongi’s neck, making the other shiver, “it’s gonna be okay.”
With that, he kicked the elder out of the room before turning around to his two maknaes.
“Let’s get to work.”
***
Seokjin was miserable. Probably the most miserable he has ever felt. The nest around him was half-arsed and he regretted not doing a proper one when he had more energy left.
Taehyung was clinging to his back, soothing him somewhat with Hoseok laying at the foot of the bed but the cramps were killing him, his head was killing him and his whole goddamn body was killing him. Rationally, he knew that the two betas had blocked the door with a closet and Yoongi was just next door and no one else was around but he felt incredibly unsafe. They usually ensured that they weren’t away for either Jin’s nor Namjoon’s heat (albeit Namjoon’s were impossible to predict and there had been close calls) but being in an unfamiliar place with intrusive scents coming through the vents was just not fucking doing it for him.
“What can we do, hyung?”, Taehyung mumbled from his back, surprising Seokjin, who assumed that he had been asleep already.
He sighed deeply, so deep that he could feel his limbs deflate.
“Nothing. I am just miserable.”
“You want some cold compresses? Some ibu?”
“Sure.”
None of that would give him any actual relief, but it would lessen his fever at bit at least.
“Feel like anything else?”, Hoseok rolled on his side, facing them from his position at the foot of the bed.
“No. Surprisingly not.”
The circumstances were a moodkiller. He didn’t always feel like sex during a heat anyway, even though he knew it might soothe him but it was never his biggest concern. Rather a nice add-on, something to indulge in. He didn’t feel like indulging in anything that didn’t include crawling in a hole and die.
With a sigh, Hoseok sat up resolutely.
“None of this will do”, he mumbled and moved up on the bed.
“How can we help, hyung. Tell us how to make it better.”
All Seokjin could do was whine and press his eyes closed.
“Aigoo”, Hoseok cooed and laid down, pressing against his hyungs front, letting him hide in his scent gland, sandwiching him between the two betas, patting his hair calmingly.
“Should we get Namjoonie on the phone?”, he asked after the omega’s breath barely calmed down.
“Please”, Jin whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, in agony with his sweaty, cramping body.
“How bad is it?”, where the words that Hoseok greeted when Namjoon picked up the phone. He sounded surprisingly awake for 2am.
“I’ll hand you over.”
Seokjin put the phone on the pillowcase, laying his ear on top of it and simply whimpered into the speaker. Taehyung and Hoseok could hear the rumble of Namjoon’s soothing voice, talking quietly to his fellow omega. It did actually calm him down somewhat, the smell of distressed omega mellowing down a notch even though it couldn’t actually help with the physical symptoms.
It was an hour or two of them lying in the dark quietly, Namjoon’s voice carrying like a lullaby through the room, the words not clear to the two betas but a calming background noise for all of them.
Eventually, the call between Seokjin and Namjoon ended, the older omega feeling sleepy for the first time.
“Can you get me Yoongi-yah?”
“Of course, hyung”, Hoseok smiled and went ahead to clear the entrance and walk over to the other room, getting an anxious Yoongi to calm himself down before letting the alpha enter the heat room.
“Hi babe”, Yoongi mumbled with a smile when he did finally lay down, his scent was clean and supportive, cutting through the air. The two betas shuffled to rearrange them on the bed but they didn’t leave. In comparison to his previous tantrum, Seokjin invited the younger to his bed, opening his blanked for Yoongi and his scent to snuggle in.
Finally, Seokjin sighed a bit in relief. The presence of an alpha was helping with the worst of the cramping and the fever.
“Let’s never do heats abroad again, ay?”, he asked, the first attempt of a joke that Yoongi was glad to hear. He pressed a kiss into the olders hair.
“Not if we have any say in it”, he promised, knowing full well that their schedule would never allow to prevent it at all times, at least not as long as they were at the height of success that they were now. For the rest of the night, the four of them dozed a bit, not properly sleeping but resting at least, small shivers from Seokjin being answered by a tighter huddle, trying to make him feel safe and cared for.
“You should shower now before it properly sets in”, Yoongi mumbled from somewhere to his right in the early morning and reluctantly, Seokjin agreed. His legs were still as jelly as the previous night, so he needed to let Yoongi and Taehyung help him, while (after he received permission) Hoseok stripped the bed and dissembled the rest of the not-really-existing-nest so that they could start over.
“Wasn’t there a schedule today?”, Jin mumbled while he sat down in the bathtub, the younger beta behind him as support and Yoongi leaning over to wash his hair.
“Namjoonie is taking care of it”, the alpha answered, rubbing shampoo in his hands and then in the others hair, “he has been starting to rearrange things since yesterday.”
Bless him. His one and only omega. Seokjin whined involuntarily again by the thought of Namjoon but self-soothed himself quick enough that it only prompted a smile from Taehyung that he felt when the other kissed his shoulder quickly.
It spoke volumes how far they’ve come that Yoongi didn’t question any of Namjoon’s decision for the next couple of days, trusting him wholeheartedly to make the best decision for the band and the pack.
After Jin was rubbed dry and put into fresh clothes (not his own), he did actually feel better. Less hazy, less overwhelmed. He knew that it was only a small respite before his heat would fully settle in his bones and body but he took what he could.
“Breakfast”, Hoseok announced when they entered the room again and Jin crunched his nose immediately, recognizing the new scent in the room at once.
“Jiminid could have stayed”, he replied, feeling a bit sad that the younger alpha has left after bringing them food. Yoongi looked incredibly pleased at that comment, upon hearing that the omega was over resenting half of their pack during the heat and back to loving and craving them as deeply as always.
“He’ll be back later. He promised”, Hoseok’s smile had a certain underlying tone that Jin was too tired to decipher but let Yoongi raise an eyebrow that was met with an innocent shrug of shoulders.
It was only somewhere past 6am but before they knew it, Jimin did indeed show up again. Before he could do anything, he was nearly hugged to death by Seokjin, meeting the fierceness with the joy that he held for any kind of affection between members of their pack.
“Love you too, hyung”, he smiled, letting the omega sniff him all over, “and now pack your things. All of you, actually?”
“Huh?”, Taehyung looked at his soulmate with surprise.
“Hop, hop. Everyone pack their things. Hyung, I’ll help you with yours.”
Yoongi looked like he was about the protest but instead Jimin shoved his phone in his hand, that clearly had a message on a notepad for him and while Yoongi read, his scent got a distinct and very pleased note.
They took Jin in their middle, always with at least one arm circled around his slim waist and they made their way to the parking lot. Jimin and Yoongi were now clearly on high alert, no matter how relaxed they seemed beforehand but with an in-heat-omega out in the wide open, their instincts made them go a tiny bit mad. But this was planned, so the elevator and corridors were empty and when they were stepping in the underground parking lot they were greeted by an enthusiastic Jungkook, who opened his arms immediately for Seokjin.
“Ready for a proper nest, hyung?”, he asked cheekily, after he plied the older from his scentgland.
“Always”, he got as a reply.
Jungkook pointed at the van behind him.
“The middle row is yours. There is a small present.”
The small presents, as it turned out, was the best fucking thing ever. It was a soft, plushy throw that was scented by Namjoon and Namjoon alone and Seokjin wanted to drown in it. He pulled his knees up on the seat, pressed them against his chest and threw the blanket over him.
It was the first proper relief; he could feel his bones and muscles loosening up. Finally.
“Where are we going?”, he felt awake enough now to question things.
“You’ll see”, Jungkook said from the driver’s seat and Seokjin took that as permission to might as well, huddle back into the blanket. He was flanked by Yoongi on one and Hoseok on the other side, but none came closer to not disturb the blankets scent.
They didn’t drove for long, an hour at most but they had left downtown LA behind them and were in a more residential area. So residential that they crossed the entrance of a gated community on the hills and then another gate into a house.
“We’ll have this house for the rest of our stay”, Jimin explained, when he helped Seokjin to exit the car.
“Just us?”
“Just us. No one else. We checked the air con multiple times, no malfunctioning.”
“The staff…?”, Yoongi asked, checking out the area, glimpsing at the roofs from the neighbouring houses.
“Some security and some managers are in the houses around us. There is no one else that we don’t know in the vicinity of 250m. We’re safe.”
Jimin still held both of Seokjin’s hands in his and the omega felt close to crying.
“Thank you”, he said, finally knowing that he would feel safe during his heat.
“Oh, we’re not finished”, Jungkook grinned, leading him with a hand on the small of his back to the entrance.
“Namjoonie has cleared our whole schedule for the next two days. He’s done some interviews over the phone and in person last night.”
“In person?”, Yoongi shrieked, suddenly alert, imagining a Namjoon in the wild, running around in the dark to random places to hold interviews.
“In the lobby of the hotel, with Jiminie-hyung and me present”, Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“Wait, does that mean…?”, but Seokjin didn’t dare to finish the sentence. Instead the front door opened and in a dramatic, movie-eske moment a brightly smiling, sunkissed and ridiculously soft looking Namjoon stepped out.
“Come here, hyung”, he said and opened his arms, the soft purple hoodie making this look like the most inviting hug Seokjin had ever seen. He didn’t know if he was in a soft or in a wet dream but he ran-stumbled forward, fell into Namjoon’s arms and clung himself to the younger.
“I will not let you go, I hope you know that”, he rushed out, stuffing his nose in the others neck and loving those strong arms closing around him.
“Don’t worry, hyung. It’s all prepared for.”
“Let’s go inside”, Hoseok shuffled the omega-cuddle-pile through the door and Seokjin only lifted his head once to appreciate the bright and open house before they were manoeuvred to the living room.
That had a nest.
A whole fucking proper nest, big and massive, with blankets and pillows and space and small items from every member. Dragging Namjoon with him, Seokjin let himself fall straight into the middle of it.
“Perfect”, he mumbled, “just perfect.”
Namjoon only laughed and pressed a kiss on his forehead. A hand caressed the free skin of his neck and Namjoon turned around to look at Yoongi, who had an open but questioning expression on his face.
“My sympathy heats never last more than two days and are not as intense. I can go back to work while hyung rides this out”, the younger omega explained, freeing an arm to tug on the alpha’s sleeve reassuringly, “let us have this. We’ve worked hard. We’ve earned this.”
“Damn right we did”, Jin grumbled from somewhere between the pillows and Namjoon’s body and all of them laughed.
“May we enter?”, Jimin asked with a grin.
With a sigh, Seokjin lifted his head to look at Namjoon. His smiling, loving Namjoon, that he could finally look at again and who’s eyes were as much full of mischief as his own.
“What do you think?”, he asked him. Namjoon put both of his arms around him again and smiled back.
“Maybe in an hour or two.”
“You heard the man”, Jin immediately shouted, “you may come back later.”
“Hyung!”, Jungkook shouted back ignited, not believing his ears.
“Omega-bonding time. Everyone leave”, Seokjin just continued, not looking at anyone but a laughing Namjoon, “we love you, make us food, come back later. Bye bye.”
“Love you too, hyung”, Namjoon grinned and pressed an enthusiastic kiss on the other lips.
Hell yes. That’s how you do heats.