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“You know, you don’t have to try so hard.” The voice sounds amused and as annoying as a gnat that needs swatting.
Jeongguk whips his hair back to glower at the interloper, an alpha he is well acquainted with since birth, or at the very least, for as long as his memory exists. He puts away the bottle of lotion that isn’t lotion at all, it’s literally just water that he leisurely sprays on himself to make sure he glistens or glows or whatever the fuck he’s supposed to do to catch alpha eyes.
“Which one are you trying for?” Seokjin says, leaning back on his elbows in the rickety bleaches that aren’t even that close to the basketball court, but it would look too obvious, even for Jeongguk, to lounge courtside. “Namjoon? Yoongi?” He leers with a grin that makes Jeongguk gasp.
“That’s your brother!” he objects, standing with his backpack in his hands. Across from them, Namjoon waves with a smile from the court in the middle of their game.
“Half brother,” Seokjin reminds him, as if he and Yoongi didn’t grow up together closer than any other siblings. “But it looks like it is Namjoonie you’re aiming for, huh?”
Seokjin waves back; Jeongguk stomps on his foot on his way out. He can feel Seokjin following him out of the gate and down the block. “Seriously, if you want to impress an alpha, you don’t need to have an impromptu wet tshirt contest. Alphas are simple creatures. Simpler than that.”
“What would you know? I don’t see any omega hanging off your arm,” Jeongguk retorts. It’s hot out, almost full summer, and no blocker or deodorant would be enough to mask all of his scent, and Jeongguk would know because he’s tried them all. Since childhood he’s hated his scent - too floral, not sweet enough. Everyone always thought he smelled like their granddam and not anything like a sexy or down-to-fuck omega.
“Maybe I’ve been waiting on the right one, eh?” Seokjin suggests, chuckling, hands stuffed in his pant pockets as he leisurely strolls behind him.
“Yeah, I could totally see how you thought every omega in the neighborhood might be the one.”
Kim Seokjin has a reputation longer than Jeongguk’s extracurriculars back in the day, longer than his need to annoy the shit out of him, longer than his rumored alpha dick, not that thirteen year old Jeongguk spent much time thinking or maybe ogling for size comparison when he went over to Yoongi’s for piano lessons and both alpha siblings would often lounge around in those shorts that were simultaneously loose but also draped a certain way…
Actually, if there is anyone who is rumored to have a knot as big as Seokjin, it’s his half brother, Yoongi.
And Yoongi used to be the star of Jeongguk’s adolescent fantasies - his kind, soft spoken tutor turned piano teacher turned basketball coach turned genuine friend - but he got over that crush. He walked face first into Kim Namjoon’s sizable chest (literally) and looked down at the size of his thighs and could only assume one thing.
“I’m not sure why you’re such a size queen,” Taehyung comments, fanning himself with an old magazine because the three of them always hang out at Jimin’s place, the only one of them who lives alone, but he affords to live alone because it’s a tiny coffin with no working heat or air conditioning.
“Because he’s a virgin,” Jimin immediately quips. “He doesn’t know any better.” With a speed not even Jimin can dodge, Jeongguk snatches his ankle and pulls him down off the bed to pinch his sides.
“You wouldn’t get it! You’re both betas.” Jeongguk says it dismissively, but he knows they know better than to take his taunt seriously. He spends most days actively wishing he was a beta, because then maybe he wouldn’t have dropped off the swim team or given up ssireum despite the fact he could best alphas twice his size. He even dropped Seokjin once back in the day when the alpha was still in high school.
“These betas have taken more alpha knots than you, which I don’t think I need to remind you.” Jimin crawls back onto the bed, closer to the open window where the gentlest breeze does nothing but move hot air around. “They’re not worth all these years of lusting over.”
Jeongguk pouts. “Easy for you to say.” Look, it’s not as if Jeongguk hasn’t had his share of offers - he’s twenty-five. Of course he has! It’s just that every alpha who made it clear they were interested turned him off, and the beta girlfriend he dated for a couple of months was super nice, but she ended up in an arranged mating like it was still the nineteen-hundreds, but more power to her, she’s about to welcome a pup into the world with her alpha mate, and meanwhile Jeongguk still can only imagine in theory what a real life knot looks like.
“Seriously, Ggukie. Having something the size of a baseball or larger shoved up your hole isn’t always fun, and I know you’re designed to take it, or whatever, but it doesn’t mean you’ll enjoy it, even if you enjoy the other dick side of things. Right, Taetae?”
Taehyung looks between them, then looks down, pulling out his bag of melted ice he walked in with, stuffed down his shirt in a bandeau style bra he wears for that precise reason when he knows he will be at Jimin’s apartment. “I mean - depends, right? If they know what to do with it?”
Jimin double takes. “Excuse me? Whose knot got you?” Taehyung sheepishly smiles, wringing his hands under the hem of his long (and damp in very conspicuous places) top. He giggles in his quiet way, in a way that Jeongguk knows better than to push, and so does Jimin. They look at each other; is Taehyung dating someone?
Someones?
There was the time Taehyung got swept up in dating two different people because he was too nice to say no. Some people really have all the luck and all the suitors, and Taehyung so seamlessly blends into any needed dynamic for any relationship. Some might say that is the true nature of a beta, and some (Jimin) might say that’s all bullshit. All Jeongguk knows is that he doesn’t get to comment on that.
When Jeongguk meanders home a few hours later, he collapses in the cool air of his apartment. “Ggukie.” His roommate and best omega cohort, Hoseok, comes out of his room to peel him off the floor. “My nest has your name on it if you need,” he says, cupping both of Jeongguk’s flushed cheeks.
“I’m fine, hyung.” Jeongguk huffs, only because he knows at this point it will get him this, cuddles with someone who smells properly sweet the way he wishes he could while they share a pint of ice cream.
“Jin hyung is back in town,” he says, curled up under the glow of Hoseok’s fairy lights.
Hoseok hums. “And you saw him already.”
“Yeah.” Jeongguk wiggles down into Hoseok’s nest, nose planted in a - sock? Damn, that smells great for a sock. “I guess he was meeting Yoongi? I don’t know. I went to watch them play a game.”
“Yeah, I bet he was just looking for Yoongi.” Hoseok brushes a hand through Jeongguk’s hair; not fair! He’s already tired. Hoseok is trying to put him to sleep, like a toddler. Just because Jeongguk gets carried away sometimes at night -
“Did you talk to him?”
“Who? Namjoon?” Jeongguk sighs longingly; Hoseok is well aware of the depths of each and every one of his crushes.
Hoseok stops petting him; Jeongguk whines. “No, baby, I meant Seokjin. Did you talk to Kim Seokjin?” The way he says his name, you’d think they weren’t friends.
“Oh. Yeah! Same old hyung. Wanted to tease me.” Jeongguk puts his head back down on Hoseok’s pillow. He’s so tried, the heat of the day zapping him of all energy. But he doesn’t need to go to bed yet!
“I bet he did,” Hoseok mumbles, or so Jeongguk thinks he hears. He’s tired, and if he has to fall asleep, he hopes to dream of an alpha with thighs up to his ears, and if he wakes up drooling, so be it.
“I don’t know why we thought we needed two bedrooms!” he says the next morning, okay perhaps pretty refreshed when he goes to bed at a “normal person hour,” bounding out of Hoseok’s room into the kitchen where Hoseok dances and fries something in a wok at the same time. He aggressively points his chopsticks at him when he steals a sip of his coffee.
“You have a package. I left it in your room, but I guess I could have kept it in my room-”
“Thank you!” Jeongguk shouts, so ready to rip into last week’s impulse purchase of his favorite expensive foot peel, something Hoseok cannot know about because he will freak out if he knows about the foot skins to come, littered across their floors and maybe his nest.
The box on the corner of his desk is far too large to be a simple foot peel. Jeongguk stands at the threshold of his room, unsure of himself, unsure of what could possibly be in the box. He isn’t expecting anything else - and certainly nothing of that size, even if he forgot about some random preorder - so he approaches as one would something ready to detonate.
“What the fuck is that?” Hoseok shrieks, five minutes later. Five minutes full of equal parts elation and confusion.
“It’s the new Nintendo!” Jeongguk shouts, items dug out of their boxes and lovingly strewn across his bed. He kneels before it like an altar. “Look! It came with all these games too!”
“Where did you get the money to buy all this?” Hoseok asks, wading through the littered packing materials on the floor.
“I didn’t.” He shrugs. “There was a note. ‘Enjoy yourself.’”
“What?” Hoseok shrieks, lunging for the slip in Jeongguk’s hand. It had been attached to the exterior box, typed out on generic paper the way any gift message purchased from a big retailer would be. “Who would gift you all this?”
“Dunno.” His brother wouldn’t have spent the money on him, and it’s not anywhere close to his birthday yet, so not his parents either. His parents wouldn’t pick out these games even if they knew how much he gamed. “But it was addressed to me and says to enjoy - so I plan to!”
Selfishly, Jeongguk would prefer not to look a gift horse in the mouth; gaming might be a simple pleasure, but it’s an expensive one, and a lot of people would tell him it’s a waste of time and not very omega-like to stay up late online when he could be getting his beauty sleep.
“I would say gifts like these don’t just happen, but.” Hoseok chews on his bottom lip, then abruptly stands.
“But what?”
“But you’re Jeon Jeongguk,” Hoseok sighs. “And you could reform the world’s biggest frat alpha into a refined courting gentleman.”
Jeongguk shrugs. “If you say so.”
The words mean absolutely nothing to him, although they absolutely should. By the end of the following week, an expensive headset gets delivered, but also some cute fuzzy socks and a matching blanket. They offset the harsh black headset cutely so Jeongguk can curl up at home and enjoy himself with a cup of tea and his own company easily for the first time in a long time.
The next time he sees Namjoon, it’s at a dinner party hosted by Taehyung and all of his roommates, of which there are plenty, and more friends of theirs than he can count. He sticks close to Hoseok’s side until he sees the alpha, tall, dimpled, chatting amicably with their host who wears his favorite blazer despite the heat.
“Hyung!” Jeongguk bounds up to him, blowout ready, eyelashes curled. They can’t all be natural like Taehyung’s. His friend blinks at him, leaning back slowly as Namjoon nods.
“Hey, Ggukie. Want a drink?”
“Oh, uh, sure!” Jeongguk rarely drinks anymore, but if Namjoon offers…
He’s maybe five sips in and pleasantly buzzed already when Hoseok yanks on his arm. “Jeongguk, why don’t you tell Jin hyung all about the games you’ve been enjoying?” Jeongguk looks up at Hoseok - why is he looking up at Hoseok? - then over at Seokjin, a bit flushed looking and wearing -
“Oh my god, is that a suit?” Jeongguk laughs. He wobbles forward off the wall - did the wall move behind him? - to tug at the tie around his throat. “Hyung! What is this? Did you go all alpha salaryman on us?”
“Jeongguk-ah, I’ve.” Seokjin clears his throat and gently holds both of his hands, probably because it’s fun to tug at his tie and Jeongguk can’t make himself stop. “I’ve been working at my company for almost nine years already.”
“You wear a suit to work?” Shit, what does he do again? Jeongguk’s pretty sure it’s something in the entertainment industry. Rights or distribution? Something important but not particularly interesting. It’s a pity he never got signed to a talent agency the way he wanted. Seokjin is a great actor, handsome face. He’s tall and broad in the typical alpha way but still skews towards the lithe side that acting often calls for.
“Well, no, not usually…” Seokjin doesn’t sound like himself. Has he been drinking? Jeongguk can still recall how he used to boast about how well he would hold his liquor and still lick someone up, or whatever the alpha saying is. Jeongguk was pretty young when he went off to college and came home with some lewd turn of phrases that he meant only to share with his brother, but Jeongguk, still lurking around his crush, overheard a lot.
It was strange to compare the two; Seokjin was loud and outgoing and had lots of friends. He dated a lot, but still made good grades and everyone thought he’d be the next big thing, whereas Yoongi was much quieter and never dreamed so big. He didn’t mind Jeongguk hanging around, introduced him to his few friends, but also put up boundaries without ever explaining what they were. By the time he graduated and went off to college, Jeongguk had to get over his crush. He could tell Yoongi was uncomfortable with how long it’d gone on, and heartbroken, Jeongguk channeled his frustrations in pursuing every hobby one could list, never long enough or well enough, but it worked to find him new friends.
Hoseok was his first real omega friend; they danced together for a short while, and he was one of the most athletic omegas Jeongguk had ever met. He wore fashionable street clothing designed for alphas twice his size, and everyone admired him for it. He also delighted in typical omega behavior - shopping for nesting material, spa days, and he cooks better than Jeongguk’s own eomma. Not that he would admit that aloud to anyone but Hoseok or commit perjury by law.
A deep booming laugh captures his attention; over by the wall, Namjoon talks animatedly with his hands until one of them rests gently on Taehyung’s elbow. That’s so nice. Namjoon is so thoughtful. Doesn’t know his own strength, so he needs to be careful.
“-Jeongguk? Jeongguk!” Hoseok snaps his fingers in his face. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Hm? Jeongguk wobbles his attention onto his roommate. In the background, he sees Yoongi mixing his own drink, something far fancier than whatever Namjoon handed him.
“It’s okay, Hoba.” Seokjin gently pulls him to his chest. Wait, what? Yes, fact checked, Kim Seokjin just took him by the arm to lean Jeongguk bodily against him. “We’ll talk another time.”
“You’ll scent me like this,” Jeongguk complains, but his feet are a little unsure of moving. He doesn’t want to be scented by Seokjin - he wants to smell single and ready to mingle.
“No, I won’t. Unless you want me to properly scent you?” Seokjin asks, one eyebrow perfectly arched like it’s his debut acting commercial. He holds up one wrist before his face as if to show (smell) off his wares, his other arm wrapped snug around Jeongguk’s waist.
“Pretty sure you have a wrist attached to the arm holding me, so yeah. It’s enough for a secondary scenting,” Jeongguk huffs. Whatever.
“My apologies. I didn’t know the thought of my scent would offend you so much.” Seokjin rights him so he’s standing on his own two feet, but as soon as Jeongguk tries to move, he wobbles, and Seokjin’s hand comes right back to his arm. “Why don’t you sit? I’m sure Yoongi would be willing to offer you his seat.”
Jeongguk might be tipsy, but he thinks he hears irritation in Seokjin’s voice, and that does not make his omega happy. Immediately, his stomach curdles, the thought of anyone being upset with him enough to make him teary eyed.
“Shit, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, immediately helping him to sit when Seokjin guides him in that direction.
“He just needs something to eat, I think,” Seokjin replies, then walks off.
“Is he - is he coming back?” Jeongguk asks, wondering if maybe he went to look for food, but he doesn’t want his hyung to be mad.
Yoongi leans in close to his face. It’s startling, and Jeongguk remembers how cute his favorite hyung is. “I don’t know. I didn’t know he’d be here tonight. He hates gatherings like these.”
He does? Party animal Kim Seokjin?
Frowning, Jeongguk leans back on the couch until Jimin drops himself into his lap. Yoongi grunts, shoving his feet off and leaving them to sip his drink in silence in a corner. Jimin animatedly waves at him any time they catch his eye. “He’s about to pluck his eyes out, hyung,” Jeongguk giggles.
“God, it reeks in here.” Jimin scrunches up his nose. “I can’t stand all of this alpha posturing bullshit. Drinking makes them insufferable.”
Jeongguk giggles. “Or it’s just time for you to have another drink!” They both grab a cup full of whatever the mixed punch is on the table - both too lazily to mix anything themselves. Besides, it’s fruity and sweet and easy to sip on. Not that he’s sipping. He hasn’t seen Namjoon in a while and he’s bored.
“Where’s Tae?” he asks Jimin, the two of them dancing to music played off someone’s shitty phone because this wasn’t supposed to be that kind of party, but then why did they have a vat of mystery punch then? Hoseok bops by, half walking, half dancing, but that is pretty normal for him. He moves like an eel.
Jeongguk is so jealous of how pretty and effortlessly sexy his omega hyung is. He sighs. Even Jimin completely stops to watch him.
“Hey, baby,” a guy says to Jeongguk’s left. Or right? A hand grips his hips and eases him off Jimin back to his chest, and Jeongguk needs something to lean on. “Dance with me,” he says, stinking of alpha pheromones. It makes his head hurt, but when he slumps forward to get away, even if it’s just to the floor, he holds him up. By the chest. Over his boobs.
Shrieking, Jeongguk cups himself and wretches away from him, going nowhere, this alpha’s hold on him is too strong. “Careful there.” He heaves Jeongguk back upright and into his arms. When he gets his first look at him, Jeongguk realizes he does recognize him, even if he can’t place the name. It’s one of Taehyung’s roommate’s best friends - they all went out together to watch fireworks together the summer before by the river, a fantastic evening in a large group that felt like the epitome of youthful frivolity.
He isn’t unattractive, Jeongguk thinks to himself, but he is holding him awfully low on the hip, back, and butt region. He furrows his brows, still confused where Taehyung is, and fuck, he really wishes he remembered the guy’s name.
“Excuse me,” a voice so cold it sends shivers down his spine. “He’s spoken for.” Unceremoniously, Jeongguk gets yanked out of the guy’s arms and into someone else, and it takes way longer than it should to register.
“Oh, hi hyung!” Jeongguk laughs, immediately relaxed. Fuck that other guy. He’ll remember his name later. Or never. “Oh, you stink!”
Seokjin’s alpha scent is classic - heavy, cloying notes of damp earth and - musk. Musky musk. Alpha musk. Jeongguk actually doesn’t know what he smells like precisely, other than it’s not smoky like the other alpha, the kind of scent that his nose hates even if he has to act polite about it. He doesn’t mean to purr, it shocks both him and Seokjin, face incredulous when he looks down at him, but he can’t help it. It’s so much better.
“Sorry, man. I didn’t smell a claim, but uh.” The other alpha gestures dismissively. “Clearly.” He wanders off, and Seokjin shifts him in his hold.
“Hi, hyung.” Jeongguk smiles, but he needs to feel it to make sure he’s smiling. Feel it with his fingers. His fingers can feel, but his face can’t. He feels teeth, so. Smiling! Success! “Sorry. I don’t purr that often.”
Seokjin looks like he’s either in pain or still upset. Hopefully not at him. “You don’t need to apologize for that. Are you okay? He had his hands all over you. I heard you cry out.”
Him? “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just.” He blinks, his eyes so heavy. “Tired.” Curse alcohol. It turns him into a granddam ready to fall asleep before eight every time!
“Baby.” A hand at the back of his neck holds him, close to a scruff, but not quite. It makes it hard to keep his eyes open, it feels so nice to be held like this by an alpha he knows. Did he hallucinate something? Is Kim Seokjin borderline scruffing him? Did he call him baby? Or did someone else in the room call another person baby?
Jeongguk stops purring. “Jeongguk? Hey, baby, how much did you have to drink, huh? Did you get all your own drinks?”
It’s like an out of body experience as Jeongguk lifts his arm to look at his wrist, and with it comes another wrist, that of Kim Seokjin, furiously rubbing them together. “Are you scent claiming me?” he asks, confused by the idea. Well, the idea is nice, but no alpha has ever scent claimed him except his brother by accident when he was little and they were both mortified enough they hid from their parents past curfew and got in trouble.
Not because of the scent claim. Their parents thought that was hilarious.
“Do you want to go home, Gguk?” Seokjin asks, one arm going around his shoulders and the other to his waist. “You look like you’re about to pass out. I’m a little concerned.”
Jeongguk grunts. He isn’t sure where his friends all wandered off to, has no idea if Hoseok is even still there, so he might as well bum a ride with Seokjin if he’s offering. He must take it as an affirmative; Seokjin picks him up in a bridal carry.
Jeongguk’s head wobbles back on his neck. “When did you get this strong? Was it the military? I used to work out to the alpha training videos, you know. I can keep up with the pushup reps, did you know?”
Seokjin chuckles. “I’m sure you can. What do you think about this?” Air rushing past knocks the hair out of his bun. For a brief moment, it feels like he’s falling, then flying.
Seokjin drops down into a low lunge with him in his arms, then stands up back smoothly, using him as a weight. Jeongguk giggles. “Very impressive,” he says solemnly, then laughs. “Hey, did you immediately feel stronger when you presented? Like an alpha rush of power? Is it like the comics depict, or is that all bullshit?”
Seokjin huffs quietly. “It’s all bullshit.”
“I knew it!”
“I worked hard to build muscle,” Seokjin says, gently bracing him against a car that he unlocks. “Comes in handy, though.”
“You have a car? Wow!” It’s a nice car too; some sort of sports car, but Jeongguk doesn’t know enough about cars to know what type. “It smells new!” Jeongguk says happily, then immediately rubs himself all over the seat. It won’t anymore!
If he expects Seokjin to look irritated when he gets in, shockingly, he smiles at Jeongguk in a way that makes him look like a complete stranger. “Who are you?” Jeongguk asks in awe. “What have you done with the Kim Seokjin I know?”
Seokjin push starts the car. “You seem to think you know me quite well.” He then braces one hand behind Jeongguk’s head on the headrest and smoothly pulls out of the parking spot with one hand, legs spread wide open in the driver’s seat so Jeongguk’s memory has to supply him with the mental image of those shorts he used to wear back in the day. Unfortunately, these pants are too nice to cling to his dick. What a bummer.
Jeongguk swallows down a mouth full of saliva. “What happened to your tie?” His fingers tingle when he touches Seokjin’s shirt, rubbing his fingers up and down where the buttons lay. The alpha’s hand jerks on the wheel, throwing Jeongguk off balance as the car swerves.
“Shit! I’m so sorry.” Seokjin immediately touches the back of his neck with his hand again, one hand steering, one hand steadying him.
Jeongguk’s eyes slip shut as the fingers gently massage there. He moans, not quietly, swaying dangerously over the console towards Seokjin’s lap. “Sweetheart, here, can you just-”
He tries to keep Jeongguk upright in his own seat while driving. “It’s stupid they haven’t invented a two person driver’s seat,” Jeongguk mumbles. “Am I a genius? Hyung, we should patent! Just think.” He laughs thinking about it himself. “Then mated couples would never have to separate! They could stay knotted in the car!”
Seokjin hits the brakes a little too hard at a stop sign, profusely apologizing while dance squirming in his seat. He keeps Jeongguk upright in his own seat, and it's his own purrs that put Jeongguk down, sitting up straight in an awkward hold, all because of this alpha.
He doesn’t wake up until almost two the next afternoon, a shamefully long slumber given he must have passed out early the night before. Rubbing his face, Jeongguk sits up, taking stock of the water on his bedside table, some pain relievers, and his phone plugged in. Sniffing the air, he smells him, lingering alpha, in his bedroom.
It’s strange, because Jeongguk hardly spends enough time in his own room for it to smell like him, and it never smells of anyone else. His friends don’t hang out here, nor even Hoseok, but now it smells like Seokjin. He holds his blanket to his nose - alpha. Alpha, alpha, alpha, his brain stutters at it.
“Hyung?” Jeongguk calls, stumbling out in pursuit of his roommate, but when he glances at his phone, he sees a slew of messages waiting for him, including one from Hoseok that he wouldn’t be home. “Lame.”
Left alone to his own devices, Jeongguk games, which probably isn’t helpful to his head, while waiting on messages back from Jimin or Taehyung. When neither of them answer, he resorts to bothering someone else.
Hyung, what should I have for dinner? he texts Seokjin. I’m bored. Pity me.
The response is quick. Jeongguk grins, tossing his gaming controls to the side now that he has better entertainment. How are you bored? Did you not receive enough entertainment to keep you busy?
What do you mean? Does he mean the little show he put on last night by drinking too much, and by too much he means a few drinks. Also, you never answered my question!!! I’m hungry!
Without Hoseok, Jeongguk could cook, or he could order takeout without feeling the judgmental eyes of an older omega hyung watching him eat. The choice is obvious, other than the choices themselves are endless. He scrolls through his delivery app.
He has three different meals saved in his cart, still scrolling, when the buzzer for the downstairs front door goes off. “Eh?” Jeongguk wanders his way out into the hall only to meet a delivery man with a huge nondescript bag, the kind that acts not fancy in how plain and boring white it is but actually is thick enough to build a shelter from.
There isn’t just food inside, although there certainly is that too.
There are more games for his new gaming system, and a couple of movies too.
What.
The.
Fuck!
Screaming, loud enough the delivery man at the end of the hall trips over his feet in fear, Jeongguk flies back into his apartment, door beeping at him because he can’t get the code to work, and takes out everything inside.
The meal is warm and from the Turkish place no one ever wants to eat with him at, and there’s extra bread! There are gift cards to gaming stores attached to the back of the case sleeves, and the headshot of his favorite actor, one of them from the movies selected inside the bag, falls out from somewhere too.
It’s signed?
Hello, death is calling.
Jeongguk whips out his phone, messages with Seokjin still open. Before he can overthink it, he simply types - IT WAS YOU
Then he remembers to send the question marks.
????
You sent all this stuff???
While the reply is still speedy, it is not quite as speedy as before. Just how many other alphas do you have courting you?
Jeongguk screams loud enough there might be a welfare check soon. He grabs his wallet, shoes, and heads out the door, whipping through the numbers of his so-called friends, none of whom want to pick up, before his stomach growls and he stomps back into the apartment to grab a container of his chicken to go.
He’s on his third round of Hoseok-Taehyung-Jimin, Hoseok-Taehyung-Jimin, Hosek-Taehyung-Jimin rounds before Hoseok finally calls him back. “Are you dying? What is wrong?” Hoseok asks, legitimately panicked sounding. As he should be.
“Where are you? I need you!” Jeongguk shouts, but his cheeks are also full of food. Hoseok understands the gist.
“I’m at Jimin’s. Do you want me to come home-”
“I’m on my way!”
Jeongguk scrapes the bottom of the container free of any stray morsel of rice, tossing it at the first trash can he can find off the train. Jimin’s isn’t far, and if it wasn’t so hot he would have walked, but apparently now he has a sugar daddy, aka courting alpha, so why worry about swiping his card?
Screech.
Internal record screech!
Backtrack, he has nothing, he has nothing. No alpha. Kim Seokjin isn’t an alpha interested in him, no matter what the gifts mean. He just needs to clear a few things up, he’s sure. There’s no way an alpha in his thirties with a great job and looks of a god would court a dumb virgin who can’t drive. Right?
“Hyung!” Jeongguk wails when he sees Hoseok, hanging halfway out of Jimin’s door to greet him.
“Baby! What’s wrong?” he asks, immediately grabbing Jeongguk’s face. Behind him, Jimin lurks, making a face.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me!” Jeongguk yelps at Jimin. “I’m in distress!”
“Okay, okay.” Jimin pulls him by the sleeve into his shoebox. “What is wrong with you?”
“Why do you smell so much like Seokjin?” Hoseok asks, nose flaring before he descends it directly upon the top of Jeongguk’s head, sniffing around his hair, then flinging his arm out to sniff up and down it too. “He directly scented you!”
“Didn’t know you were part bloodhound, hyung,” Jimin says, a little too delighted.
“He took me home last night,” Jeongguk says, eyes narrowing as he looks between them. That’s Hoseok’s shirt on Jimin, and why is Hoseok wearing anything less than neon? “I may or may not have been a little tipsy. And he was being nice. Or! I thought he was just being nice!”
“What’s that mean?”
“Seokjin was in our apartment? Alpha stink!” Hoseok groans; his omega hyung was not a fan of alphas and steadfastly refused to live with (or date) one, no matter how much Namjoon complained to him about needing a roommate a few years ago, and Hoseok loves Namjoon. If Namjoon wasn’t an alpha, Jeongguk’s pretty sure they’d be mated already.
“I lit a candle.”
Funnily enough, Jeongguk can hear Hoseok's internal mental screech at that. “You got in my candle stash?”
Jeongguk waves dismissively. He knew Hoseok would not appreciate the presence of his late night visitor, so he wanted it to smell like Hoseok’s favorite nasty lemon candle instead, but he loves to act like Jeongguk can’t be trusted with blowing out a candle.
As if he doesn’t know where his roommate hoards the candles.
“I did it for you! Now.” Jeongguk inhales for so long that Jimin rolls his eyes some more. “I need your help. I think - or I know - Kim Seokjin is courting me.”
Despite the fact they are both already looking at him, Hoseok and Jimin whip their heads around.
“Duh?”
“He is not!” They yell, at the same time, each of them now clutching one of his arms. They look at each other, then Jimin breaks away with a whistle. “Damn, Ggukie. He’s a catch!”
“That’s all you have to say?” Jeongguk is bereft in a tumultuous sea of confusion; he doesn’t need someone to tell him Seokjin is a catch! He knows that. “But why? And how? HYUNG!” He grabs Hoseok by the shoulders to shake him.
“He’s dropped over a ₩2,000,000 on me in a week! Help!”
Jimin laughs, positively delighted sounding. “JK, you’re the highest maintenance of us all, I have no doubt you refused to make same age friends because you wanted to forever be the baby, and you’re complaining that someone wants to shower you with gifts? Show he can provide?” Jimin laughs some more, stepping into the kitchen, literally a short step away, to open his fridge.
“Here, baby.” Hoseok takes the ice packs from Jimin to hold one to his forehead and one to the back of his neck, but that only serves to make him more flushed, thinking about how Seokjin basically scruffed him the night before. “Don’t send yourself into a heat thinking about him.”
“Hyunggggg,” Jeongguk groans. That’s the last thing he wants to think about, because he would for sure only be thinking of one alpha during any subsequent heat! “...Do you think he would make me a nest if I had a heat?”
“Jeon Jeongguk! Now you can’t even make your own nest?” Jimin yells, scoffing while he pours his homemade cold brew that takes up most of his fridge over ice. Jeongguk pouts with grabby hands until Jimin hands it over.
“I mean, it’s a good test, right? Alphas don’t wanna make nests. It would be embarrassing for them.”
“Baby, you’ve never dated an alpha. Any alpha worth his weight should help you with a nest, but only if you want that.” Hoseok draws Jeongguk to him in a back hug so he can sip on the coffee and stand trial to Jimin’s pointed looks.
“What did he gift you?” Jimin asks, one sharp eyebrow raised. Jeongguk drinks his coffee like he is a connoisseur who can’t be bothered.
“Oh, just the latest Xbox, every game on his wishlist, what looked like a custom headset, and also extra controllers,” Hoseok answers for him. Traitor!
“It was a Nintendo, not an Xbox.” At Jimin’s look, Jeongguk adds, "He sent me lunch when I told him I was hungry too?” Seokjin likes him more than gaming, okay? He’s a responsible alpha!
“Just now?”
Jeongguk nods.
“Oh my god. Jeongguk, I love you, but you’re a spoiled brat if ever I met one -”
“Hey!”
“And please hear me when I say that you - are - so - lucky!” Jimin snaps his finger with every word to punctuate it. “Someone who wants to spoil you like that won’t come around often!”
“But also, maybe don’t expect it of him, okay, sweetie?” Hoseok kisses the top of his head, then freezes with his nose scrunched up. “Ugh. Please let me know if you invite him over though. His scent is - strong.”
“I’ll build you a pyre of candles to lie on.” Jeongguk solemnly nods. Hoseok smiles at him, pushing his hair out of his face. Jimin comes up to brush it out with his fingers, then pull it up into a sprout for him.
“So you like him?”
Jeongguk fidgets. God, his nails look awful. He must have chewed them in his sleep. “It’s been a long time since we’ve hung out much, but he’s always been nice. He would message me here or there even after he moved…”
“He did?”
Jeongguk need not say more about that. Maybe he should have read more behind the meaning of some of the selcas. Some of them were from odd angles…
“Is the courting making you uncomfortable?” Hoseok asks, hands still quietly petting him, but Jeongguk can feel the caffeine kicking in, second by second. “Are the gifts too much?”
“Absolutely not!”
Jimin fails to smother down his snort, his ugly one, the one he hates and he knows Jeongguk will point out if he pushes it.
He narrows his eyes at him. Do it. Call me a material bitch, Jeongguk thinks.
“Babe, don’t you have somewhere to be?” Jimin asks. “Like submitting your two week notice so you can become a stay-at-home omega-”
That’s it!
Jeongguk growls, pouncing on one of his eldest friends. They wrestle in the only open space of his apartment, rolling over Hoseok’s feet. “What’s this?” Jeongguk screeches, yanking on the waistband of Jimin’s pants when he pins him. “Since when do you wear Supreme underwear-”
There is no internal record skip this time.
Just static white noise and a vague click.
“I know my roommate’s underwear!”
“Jeongguk!”
Jeongguk snaps the boxer briefs around Jimin’s waist. Or, he tries to. Hoseok pulls him back, and yes - that’s definitely Jimin’s lighter scent mixed on top of his. “You guys hooked up?” he asks, confused. Risky business, hooking up with such a close friend. Not that he would know from first hand experience, but secondhand was a bitch and a half. They were all there for the great vmin fallout that happened six years prior. They held hands silently for the better part of a year before things evened out and eventually, went back to normal.
Then again, maybe Taehyung and Jimin shouldn’t be used as the standard. Their friendship has always been - supercharged?
“We didn’t hook up, we’re dating. We’ve been dating.” Jimin sighs heavily. “How are you this dense?”
“You never said anything!”
Jimin looks around his apartment, and okay, maybe now Jeongguk recognizes some of the items strewn about that have been there the last few times, including but not limited to a certain nasty lemon candle that was more Hoseok’s hallmark scent than his actual scent. “You told me you lost our favorite blanket!” Jeongguk points at a throw that used to be on the back of their couch for movie nights.
“‘Our’ favorite?” Jimin scoffs. “It was Hobi’s blanket?”
“Yeah, but-” Jeongguk stops his protest at the look on his roommate’s face. Hoseok was the first person to make Jeongguk feel comfortable in his subgender; before him, everyone laughed at Jeongguk’s interest in extreme sports and desire to participate in things like spice challenges. Jeongguk knows he can take him for granted as a roommate, but come to think of it, they’ve lived together for three years. Hoseok is several years older than him. He probably doesn’t need to live with him anymore.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Jeongguk stands, Hoseok’s gentle touch still on his wrist. “I’m happy for you guys. You could have told me.”
“Jeongguk-ah.”
“I’ll see you at home, yeah?” He hugs Hoseok briefly, then he and Jimin link their pinkies together. “Love you too, Chim.”
Jimin blows a raspberry at him, but it ends with a soft smile. “Congrats, Jeongguk. No matter what you decide to do, courting is a big deal, and I know you’ve been waiting.”
Waiting to be courted? Not exactly.
Jeongguk muses on the way home. He’s been waiting for the right alpha, in a sense, but more in the sense that he needs the right alpha to dick him down. Isn’t that what they’re all waiting for? Beta dick and (gender neutral metaphorical) omega dick included. They’re too young to actually, like, court and mate and stuff like that.
In the back of his mind, he hears his dam’s word. At your age, I was mated with two babies, blah blah blah. Jeongguk’s heard it before, and he’ll hear it again. He’ll hear it even when he has two babies of his own. If he has two babies of his own. Honestly, Jeongguk is not opposed to two or more babies. He likes kids. Wouldn’t mind being a stay at home mom-
But he can not let Park Jimin be right!
Humphing, Jeongguk bustles into his home, ignoring the items he left on the kitchen counter, and diving headfirst into their nest. Hoseok’s nest. Maybe he should make his own. He can’t exactly invite anyone else into Hoseok’s nest. He goes into his room and looks through his closet for things he could potentially use and falls utterly short of enough to build even a quarter of a nest and suddenly feels like crying.
Would you like me even if I can’t nest properly? he messages Seokjin.
I noticed you didn’t have one in your room. You stressed out, baby?
Jeongguk’s toes curl. Baby? He’s the baby? He’s Kim Seokjin’s baby?
I don’t have nesting materials. Not really.
Seokjin is an incredibly smart alpha. He’ll understand perfectly.
Does baby need some materials from alpha?
No one is there to hear the gasp out of Jeongguk’s mouth, nor the subsequent whine after it. He messages back a slew of exclamation marks and emojis indiscriminately chosen, but Seokjin seems to understand, because he literally messages back: I understand, baby.
Well, that’s good, because Jeongguk really doesn’t.
Kim Seokjin?
Kim Seokjin!
He was an alpha hyung that Jeongguk’s been acquainted with for years and years - back when Yoongi was his first crush, he spent a lot of time trailing after the half brothers, and even when Yoongi gave him the brush off, Seokjin often was there with an ice cream cone and cheery stories of what it was like to get older, go to high school, later college. When Jeongguk got a little older (and past his crush), he occasionally still hung out with them at the movies or arcade. For a while, Jeongguk thought Seokjin might even be into Taehyung as he presented and graduated, but nothing ever came of his suspicions, and honestly, Jeongguk never put much more thought into the alpha. He was a nice enough hyung, a good brother, and often just sort of - around?
Now he has to wonder - how long has Seokjin been interested in him of all people? Jeongguk didn’t exactly act… Mature? Confidant? Sexy or particularly omegan around him? The times they spent together in recent years were when they went to an all-you-can-eat buffet and Jeongguk ate so much he was sick on the way home, and the time before that Jeongguk showed up unannounced, bored out of his skull, and the two of them played Mario Kart for five or six hours in their sweatpants while Jeongguk complained about his ovaries trying to kill him.
Thinking about it makes him want to die a little.
He’s not really sure how to bring up the question of when the alpha might want to take him shopping for nesting materials, pacing his room while he recalls what an idiot he’s been in front of him, phone in his hand, messages open.
Turns out, it’s an unneeded query, because the alpha had something else in mind along. The knock at the front door sends a shiver down his spine. Even before he gets close enough to catch a whiff of alpha, he knows who is out there.
“I brought as many options as I feasibly could,” Seokjin says, stepping in respectively with a bowed head, removing his shoes. Jeongguk gives him Hoseok’s house slippers to wear, sliding them on Seokjin’s bony feet with his hands and touching the skin there lightly. When he stands, they’re both flustered and flushed.
Seokjin extends both hands, bags hanging off both. Jeongguk accepts them, still not processing what’s happening until he pokes around inside. “Oh!” One of the first items he sees is a white stuffie, and without a single thought in his head it goes straight into his mouth. He freezes, hands already pillaging through the rest of the first bag, glancing up at Seokjin from where he crouched, and sees the alpha just as red and fidgety.
Jeongguk spits his victim out. “Sorry, I. Uh.” His fingers won’t let go of the stuffie. “It just, uh. Smelled really good?”
It smelled really good and the first thing Jeongguk wanted to do was stuff that alpha scent right into his mouth - what is wrong with him? He needs to impress Seokjin! He’s older, cooler, has a real job that others would kill for, including Jeongguk. He also is the owner of - cartoon novelty underwear?
“Why are your underwear in this bag?” Jeongguk asks, other hand immediately seizing them. Oh shit - oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! They’re worn underwear! They smell way too strongly for them to be clean…
What is happening, and why do his insides feel like it's his birthday?
“For your nest?” Seokjin blinks, then blinks again. His arms finally drop back down to his sides after remaining stretched out and frozen in between them. “You said you didn’t have anything to nest with, so I brought… Stuff.”
Oh my god.
Jeongguk squeals; Seokjin jumps. He totally meant he wanted the alpha to take him shopping for nesting supplies, and Jeongguk of yesterday would have been so disappointed to receive bags full of pre owned items rather than being taken on a shopping spree for whatever he wants, but now that he has bags full of scented items, his mind, body, and soul (pussy) are cartwheeling, handstanding, and back flipping all at once.
The first time his legs bolt for his bedroom, his knees don’t quite work. He faceplants into the kitchen floor, Seokjin yelping in worry behind him, but Jeongguk stumbles to his feet and flies to his room, unceremoniously dumping everything out into a pile on the floor. He might foam at the mouth a little with how much spit he has to swallow back down, everything from the bags so saturated with scent, a mixture of textures and softness, not to mention he finds more underwear, various other clothing items, but also a set of sheets, including some fitted sheets.
“Are these-?” Jeongguk whips them out from their carefully folded square. Who folds fitted sheets? “From your bed?”
“Well.” Seokjin stands in the doorway. He does not cross the threshold. Without a nest in his room, he might take Jeongguk’s entire bedroom for a nest and is too polite to enter without permission.
“From your bed this morning?” Jeongguk asks. Ears red, Seokjin nods once. Jeongguk screams in excitement, then scurries to lie the sheets down flat over the top of his unmade bed, because he ain’t a nest on the floor person. Some (Taehyung, prone to more nesting than any omega Jeongguk knows) swears it’s better that way, more primitive and better for the body, but what does he know?
Jeongguk likes the extra lumps and bumps in having a soft nest bed. It makes it fun, squirming around to find the perfect spot. He knows most people would hate it - he glances over his shoulder at Seokjin. Will he hate it?
Seokjin smiles at him. “Go on,” he nods. Without breaking eye contact, Jeongguk reaches to the floor for some of Seokjin’s underwear. The alpha’s ears, previously faded to pink, brighten. Jeongguk snickers and puts those on top of the pillow the alpha also gifted him. The stuffie goes up top too, and then Jeongguk gets all the extra blankets rolled up around the edges.
“Don’t you - don’t you want some of your personal items in the nest with you?”
“Nope!” This nest was gifted to him by Seokjin, and it’s going to smell entirely like Seokjin for as long as possible. If Jeongguk doesn’t dilute it, he can roll in it every morning and smell just like him. A scenting with alpha even if alpha isn’t there.
He’s a genius.
When he dives in, face first, nuzzling through the sheets and up to the pillow, he stuffs his mouth with dirty underwear and loves it, tongue out, inhaling a scent that is so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
“You can come in, alpha,” Jeongguk says to him, ass wiggling in the air. “This is your nest too, after all.”
He sees the way Seokjin swallows then sways in the door. One step forward, then another. He leaves the slippers across the floor and when he’s close enough, Jeongguk drags him down one handed. “After all, I know what your knot smells like now,” he says, giggling, but Seokjin either groans or moans.
Hard to say.
He’s stiff in his arms; Jeongguk doesn’t want that. He maneuvers him the same as the other nest materials, pushing and pulling until the alpha is flat on his back and he can crawl on top of him.
“How can you be like this?” Seokjin asks, one hand gently cupping his cheek. “So -”
“Horny?” Jeongguk intercedes with an easy grin, swinging one leg over the alpha’s to straddle it.
“I was going to say cute and sexy, but.” Seokjin swallows again.
“I’m picky. I didn’t want to fuck just any alpha, or anyone else for that matter, but I only think about it every day and night.” Jeongguk lays down across Seokjin. How could he not recognize how great his scent is? He used to think all alphas stunk the same, but Seokjin smells good under all that funk.
Jeongguk takes both of Seokjin’s hands and puts them on his hips. “I’m sorry I’m so wet,” he whispers, a little embarrassed. Not of his appetite or lack of experience, exactly, but he knows most omegas wouldn’t be slick just from nesting, not enough for someone to feel it through multiple layers of clothing.
“It’s - uh - fine! More than fine!” Seokjin halfway shouts, strangled sounding. Jeongguk doesn’t know if he should laugh or hide.
“Hyung, you like me, right?”
The question relaxes Seokjin’s pinched face. “I’m an alpha courting you, baby. Yes. I like you a lot.”
“Then - can I feel?” Jeongguk asks, hands already poised on top of Seokjin’s chest. It takes a long moment, he hopes not from hesitation, but Seokjin nods. He starts by moving upwards, pushing down a little so it might feel like a massage across his shoulders and arms. It seems to have a relaxing effect on the alpha in his bed, up until Jeongguk works his hands downwards.
“J-Jeongguk!” Seokjin yelps, squirming.
“Alpha hyung.” Jeongguk purrs and bats his eyelashes, hand squarely on top of some bulge.
Bulge that might be growing harder by the second.
Jeongguk purrs louder.
“If I had known you were working with this-” Jeongguk says, but he really doesn’t mean to say that aloud, it’s just that he can feel both the length and swelling girth of the cock tucked away, and damn. Jeongguk wasted time not thinking of Seokjin as a potential suitor.
Seokjin laughs though, unoffended.
“You’re big, right? You feel big.” Jeongguk sticks out his tongue as he traces the outline with the tip of one finger, like finger painting. Finger painting the best object in the world.
“Jeongguk - Jeongguk, don’t!” Seokjin catches him when Jeongguk shifts over so he can rub his clothed pussy right on top of his dick. Seokjin’s head whips back, eyes slammed shut, moaning. “What do you think you’re doing to me, huh?” he asks, panting.
“Fucking you,” Jeongguk replies easily. He’s so close to getting what he wants, plus some. He may have been picky over the years, hence his v-card intact, but he never dreamed his first time would be with someone who wants to court and mate him. If he’s being honest, that would have turned him off a year or two again, but not anymore. Not when it’s Seokjin.
Seokjin chuckles, but it isn’t a friendly chuckle. It freezes Jeongguk up, one hand on an alpha cock and other hand halfway down his own pants. “But isn’t it I who will be fucking you, little omega?”
Jeongguk whines and wonders if Seokjin feels the squelch of slick in his panties. Squirming, he sits back, and Seokjin is quick to sit up and crowd him, all long arms and busy hands. They feel his sides then capture his face. “I’m not going to fuck you-”
Jeongguk whines louder.
“Because I think we should wait, but I would be happy to make my omega come. Without the use of my knot, okay?”
Jeongguk pouts without thinking, but then - he thinks. “Will you make me come as many times as I want?”
Wow. There go his ears again. Seokjin blinks, then nods. Jeongguk grinds down on the cock beneath him. “I’m so - I wanna -” He pants, frustrated.
“Oh, does baby want to come like this?” Seokjin asks, hands on hips, encouraging him now when just a minute ago he stopped him. “Alpha will let you use his cock like this, because next time alpha uses his cock, you won’t be in control, mmmkay?”
Gasping, Jeongguk frantically humps down over the solid bar of pleasure. When he closes his eyes, he likes to imagine he can feel a vein there, the soft billowing of a plush cockhead. Imaging the cock is almost as good as seeing the cock, he thinks, thrusting up and down, big hot hands holding his body. Their clothes are all still on, and Jeongguk is about to come, he’s about to cream his pants, and shaking, shuddering, he wants Seokjin so bad.
“A-alpha!” he shouts. Beneath him, Seokjin growls, which makes Jeongguk giggle, even in the middle of an orgasm. As soon as he stops moving, his pussy throbs, heated and tingling. He wonders if he looks now if he’d be puffy down there at all. He stuffs one hand down his pants to touch, fingers somehow cool even if he knows they aren’t cold at all.
“Uh uh, that’s not fair.” Seokjin takes his wrist and pulls it out of his pants. He looks at his fingers, and even though he barely touched himself, Jeongguk’s digits are damp, and the alpha leans forward to take them into his mouth.
The dick he’s sitting on twitches. They moan in tandem. “Alpha, alpha, please! You could just knot me now, you know? I know you'll make an honest omega out of me and all.” Jeongguk snickers, then his cunt throbs and he is bereft once more. “Please. Hyung.”
Seokjin releases his fingers from his mouth and grins. “Jeongguk-ah.” He flips Jeongguk onto his back suddenly, such as deftly sitting up and over him. “Baby. We have all the time in the world. Let’s enjoy all of it, hmmm?”
Protests on his lips die out when Jeongguk looks down and sees Seokjin’s bulge from his angle. Wow. He wishes he could take a picture to always have on hand for - all sorts of purposes, okay - but he’s a little distracted when Seokjin drops his nose to Jeongguk’s belly and deeply inhales as he moves up his body, pushing his top up as he goes.
“You’re going to be the death of me, I know,” he says, eyes fully dilated black when they face each other, nose to nose.
“Are you going to kiss me now?” Jeongguk asks, because it caught up to him that he came on top of an alpha he’s never kissed, and at least he has some experience kissing. Some. But everyone knows alphas with huge knots are the best kissers, so maybe he shouldn’t feel so confidant.
“Baby,” Seokjin whispers. “I came over here to kiss you.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Seokjin chuckles, tugging at something behind his head. “I put in my underwear for your nest, sweetheart.”
“That’s better than any diamond ring.” Jeongguk nods. “Now kiss me!”
Some might not find it romantic for a first kiss to be shared with laughter, damp spots, and an awkward boner pressing into a stomach, but Jeongguk would say it’s the most romantic. Dare he say, what he’s waited for his entire life!
Wrapping his legs around Seokjin’s waist, the alpha breaks away from carefully tracing Jeongguk’s lips with his tongue to remind him, “I still won’t knot you right now, but I will give you my mouth. In other places.”
Jeongguk quickly nods, squeezing his legs once around the alpha’s hips before letting go. “But - can I see the knot while you go down on me?” he asks hopefully, cute smile on while he bites his lips.
“I don’t know. Can you be trusted?” Seokjin quirks an eyebrow.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” Jeongguk pouts. “Even if you don’t knot me, you can come on me!”
Seokjin sputters, and from this angle, Jeongguk sees down his tee where the blush covers his chest and his cute nipples. Quickly, he snags at it to pull it off. “Lemme see the goods!” Jeongguk insists.
Almost shyly, Seokjin pulls off his top and shimmies out of his pants, leaving only a pair of snug (very snug) black boxers wrapped around Jeongguk’s new dream in life. Rather than push his luck yet, he whips off his top, but at Seokjin’s surprised face, demurely curls up. “Oh. Sorry. Did you wanna undress me?”
Shaking his head with a quiet huff of laughter, Seokjin kisses him. “Plenty of time for that next time.”
Jeongguk trembles.
“My baby,” he says. “You had all of this pent up energy and no one to satisfy you.” Jeongguk nods and hopes his body looks fine in this dismal lighting. In actuality, he’s a bit of a mess - literally, emotional, metaphysically. Seokjin has to really peel him out of his underwear and pants only to be smacked in the face with the world’s best, worst, and most potent smell.
Seokjin sweeps one hand across his tummy only to cup him between his legs and Jeongguk shivers when his thumb barely moves back and forth across him, almost tucked up and sucked up his cunt. “Sorry,” he whispers, thighs glistening from slick and his hair sticking to the sweat at his temples. He can’t help how his body reacts, which is to vigorously heat itself in case he needs to send himself into a cycle.
“Gguk-ah,” Seokjin croons sweetly into the bend of his knee, placing a kiss there with a fond smile. “You’re fucking perfect,” he says so succintly, that Jeongguk has no choice but to believe him.
“You’re technically inside me already, you know,” he reminds him, because Seokjin’s thumb has dipped in past his entrance.
“Doesn’t mean you’re getting anything else inside today.” Seokjin kisses his tummy, comes back up to kiss him, then asks if he still wants his mouth.
“Please. Please, I need it. I need you,” Jeongguk pleads, a little closer to his genuine pathetic self than he means to sound, and Seokjin kisses him a little too slowly, so Jeongguk gives him a kick in the butt with his foot.
A whopping three minutes later, Jeongguk may not know what Seokjin can do with his dick, but he is well acquainted with how fast he can make him come with his mouth, and an alpha sitting back on his knees, face covered in his juices, thick, thick cock tenting the front of his underwear is the height of every fantasy Jeongguk ever had. He still feels the need to skirt his heel up and down Seokjin’s dick though, just for fun. Hey, maybe Jeongguk can try out a foot job finally!
“Hyung, are you going to come on my face now?”
Seokjin groans, eyes slamming shut forcefully. “Why would you ask me that?”
Jeongguk shrugs. “I’m trying to figure out what you’re into.”
“Hyung doesn’t need to come, this isn’t about me-”
“I will be so offended if you don’t come on me right now!” Jeongguk shouts, loud enough neighbors might hear. “My omega will feel rejected. I won’t recover. Do you want me to get sick? Hyung, I thought you loved me-”
“Shhhh, baby, baby.” Seokjin covers Jeongguk’s mouth with a chuckle. “You make it hard to be a gentleman.”
“Who said I wanted a gentleman?” Jeongguk frowns. “I want you: a courteous, loving alpha who will still rip my clothes off. You will rip my clothes off next time, right?”
“Given that you ripped your own clothes off this time, yes.” Seokjin kisses him. “I promise. Next time.”
Jeongguk wouldn’t change their first time together for anything in the world, because the first time he gets Seokjin to come, the alpha comes with both of Jeongguk’s hands squeezing his fat knot, milking it. “Oh wow. Is this a normal amount of cum?” he asks, because every time he thinks Seokjin might be done, arm covering his eyes as he twitches, another string shoots out, covering more and more of the bed (maybe because Jeongguk is aiming it a little. For fun.).
“No,” Seokjin moans, sounding a little miserable.
“Hyung, are you embarrassed?” Jeongguk asks. “It’s fucking hot. Think about it! That’s all going inside of me soon! Hey, do you think you could knock me up on the first try?”
Seokjin groans, fully hiding his face in the side of Jeongguk’s neck while the omega preciously holds his knot, and he does mean his knot. It is no longer Seokjin’s, though it may remain attached to his body.
They emerge from his room later for a shower, not realizing they never shut the door and the door was only shut because Hoseok came home at some point. He stands in the hallway next to his room, mouth and nose covered with what Jeongguk recognizes as Jimin’s shirt, waving them towards the bathroom. “If you touch anything in my room, I’ll bite you!” Jeongguk warns, hissing at him as Seokjin scampers down the hall into the bathroom.
“I’ll never go in your room again,” Hoseok shouts, muffled through the shirt. He picks up and sprays an aerosol descenter in his direction, so Jeongguk slams his door shut behind him lest any of that glory be descented.
“Don’t let out my alpha stink!” he complains, loudly, following the source of his favorite nectar into the shower.
“You’re gonna scent me when we’re clean though, right?” he asks Seokjin, busy lathering Jeongguk’s hair for him.
“Baby, I’ll scent you every day, but you can’t walk around with my cum all over you.”
“Those are future babies, don’t disrespect my future babies. They have names.”
Later, after Seokjin leaves, pink eared and freshly marked with a primely placed hickey if Jeongguk says so himself, he finds Hoseok sitting half out of their living room window. “I assume Jimin knows?”
“That you defiled our home?” Hoseok scoffs. “Yes. I will be spending the night over there.”
Jeongguk shrugs. “I don’t think Seokjin hyung is coming back tonight.”
“I can’t stand the smell.” Hoseok shudders. “I mean no offense, please don’t bite me - hey!”
Jeongguk turns his nose up. “You’ll die of heatstroke at Jimin’s place.”
“A risk I have to take!”
Jeongguk makes his way back to Taehyung’s apartment to tell him the news, because if Jimin and Hoseok both know, it’s unfair for bestie #3 to find out a single second later. What would have been the greatest backstab in the history of friendship just a few days prior reveals itself to him when Jeongguk lets himself into Taehyung’s room and none other than Kim Namjoon lounges on the bed in full butt naked glory, reading a novel in one hand while pillowing his head on his thick biceps of the other arm, the picture of academic themed porn.
The alpha shrieks upon noticing Jeongguk, which brings Taehyung rushing into the room behind him. “What are you doing here?” he yells, Namjoon hastily covered up with a sheet now. Barely.
“My alpha has a bigger dick, did you know?” Jeongguk says as nonchalantly as possible, strolling over to the bed and sitting on it with a bounce. “No offense, hyung,” he adds to Namjoon, beet red everywhere Jeongguk can see. Taehyung pulls on his arm to dislodge him from the bed, but Jeongguk isn’t going anywhere.
“You’re a fine piece of alpha stud, but I’ve got my own now,” Jeongguk adds, patting what he thinks is thigh under the sheet.
“Jeongguk!” Taehyung heaves him away from the bed.
“Are you dating? Courting? What is this? Namjoon, what are your intentions with my Taehyungie?”
“Please, let me just die now,” Namjoon whispers hoarsely.
Jeongguk leaves, laughing his way out of the apartment and down the street. The only person in their friend group who maybe hasn’t heard is Yoongi, but wouldn’t Yoongi be the first person Seokjin would tell if he was going to court someone?
Only one way to find out.
Yoongi is not alone in his apartment; Seokjin is there, still red eared, loitering in the kitchen area when his younger alpha sibling opens the door. “Hi hyung!” Jeongguk chirps. “Guess who is basically your little brother now!”
Yoongi groans, and because of that response, Jeongguk decides he needs to tell him in detail all the names he’s picked out for his future children, and how he was well acquainted with their half siblings by sperm this morning.
Grimacing, Yoongi sprays him with the water bottle he uses to water his plants. Jeongguk hisses at him, then pouts at Seokjin. “No spraying the Ggukie, okay?” he says, pulling Jeongguk to his chest. Wow. Jeongguk feels him up through the sweatshirt he’s wearing - which, why, does his alpha need to wear this in the summer, but also - Jeongguk would not have believed he was hiding all that dick with this tiny waist.
“So, I take it you officially accepted his courting offer?” Yoongi grouses when the three of them sit down to eat dinner.
“What do you mean? We’re pregnant!”
“NO! No, we are not pregnant.” Seokjin makes pleading hands with Jeongguk, then turns to repeat the motion with his brother. “There is no possible way, please don’t misunderstand.”
Jeongguk pouts. “But we could be pregnant!”
Seokjin turns, takes one look at his face, and sighs.
“We’re mated!” Jeongguk reminds him.
“We aren’t mated-”
“We’re basically mated, and pregnant.”
Seokjin says nothing.
Yoongi nods. “Congratulations.”
And so, a spoiled brat lives happily ever after, but who’s to say that spoiled brat doesn’t also become the world’s most generous partner, in and out of bed? (It’s a lie. A total lie. Jeongguk writes it in his vows - never read aloud before a live studio audience, or so called congregation, at Seokjin’s insistence - that he solemnly vows to remain his best pillow prince self for as long as they may both live. That’s what Seokjin signed up for, and that’s precisely what Jeongguk’s gonna give him.)
Who knew Kim Seokjin would be the one to keep up with him?
What a guy.
What a prime piece of alpha!
What a piece on that alpha...