Diamond In The Rough

by infinitetwinkles

Summary:

After receiving a letter of inheritance from his biological father, omega Jimin’s adoptive grandparents place an ad in the papers in search of a suitable alpha to mate him and help him care for his newly acquired property.

He never expects the situation to allow him to meet the most wonderful alpha in the world or build a perfect life with Jungkook, the mate of his dreams.

Fate always works itself out in the end.

Chapter 1: Arranged

Notes:

 

hello everyone!! im back again with another story for you! i hope you’re excited to see what i’ve got up my sleeve hehe

as always, i’ve already written this whole fic and will be posting a new chapter every saturday night at 7pm kst. i’ll drop some information below! otherwise, happy reading!!

1. this story is vaguely set in america in the late 1800s/early 1900s, but i did minimal research with no intentions to make everything historically accurate. it’s essentially just my creative version of this time period, so don’t expect anything ultra realistic.
2. it’s tagged as light angst because it’s mostly fluffy, but there is family drama in one chapter in particular which might be angsty to some, so be warned.
3. jks parents are toxic. neglectful, emotionally abusive, bad people overall. they show up in only one chapter, but their effect on jks life is shown in small ways. it’s a minor part of the fic, just know that it’s there if you’re sensitive to those themes.
4. this is an extremely, disgustingly sweet fic that’ll make your heart ache with the amount of fluff hehe

When Jimin’s eyes first flutter open to grace another day, he finds the confines of his bedroom bathed in a glimmering sheen of golden rays that pierce through the window above his bed.

Twinkling, glowing light that illuminates everything in a beauty that no longer exists this time of year.

Warmth.

Even amidst a grueling winter that leaves the earth coated in blankets of crispy snow, harsh winds ripping through the air to creep into the cracks in the walls and surround the inhabitants of the home in an unavoidable chill, the sparkling sunshine somehow makes an appearance beyond the clouds to offer a sliver of soul-gripping delight.

Jimin falls helpless to the rush of happiness coursing through his veins, a smile splitting his lips before he even throws back the thick pile of covers to retreat from the comfort of his most personal space, his sweet brown sugar scent thick around him. He thrums with joy as he slides his feet into his slippers and tiptoes through his creaky bedroom door, the splashes of light engulfing the whole house causing a shiver to wrack down his spine. After weeks and weeks without even a taste of life present around him, he feels fit to burst.

Each and every move he makes evokes rushes of jubilation knowing the beauty of warmth awaits him just outside the walls of their little house.

He hurries through his morning routine like clockwork, practiced precision allowing him to effortlessly complete his necessary tasks in record time, washing his face, brushing his teeth, and changing into his daily attire so quickly that it forces heavy breaths from his lungs by the time he barrels into the kitchen for an escape.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, little omega?” A low, raspy voice rings through the air the second Jimin’s hand reaches the doorknob on the front door.

“Outside!” Jimin exclaims with sparks of happiness dancing in his belly, eyes bright and dripping with warmth. “Didn’t you see? The sun is out! I’m going to the creek and the chickens and the field to—“

“Not before you eat your breakfast. Sit your behind down at the table and fill your stomach with some food first.”

“But… Ma! I want to go now!” Jimin whines, turning to shoot his grandma a look of disappointment since his fun has been so rudely interrupted. The strength of her cocoa scent wafts strongly in the air.

“I made all this food just for you, honey. You best sit down and eat or it’ll all be wasted for no good reason. The sun will still be there once you finish your meal.” Ma says with absolute finality. She stands stern and steadfast, gray hair rounded against her shoulders, the wrinkles near her mouth more prominent when she scowls at him.

Contrary to the urgency brewing in Jimin’s body while he glares out the window and shovels his breakfast into his mouth at lightning speed, the sun still shines once he makes his way outside to explore the wonders of their land for the first time in weeks. It beams down through the clouds like a heavenly blessing, drowning them in a sense of warmth they missed for far too long. The world seems to flourish in its presence, birds chirping and critters scurrying up the trees and the snow melting away.

Not a worry in the world flits through Jimin’s mind as he skips off across the yard to busy himself beneath the heat of the sun, thrilled to finally feel alive again after being devoid of this wonderful experience.

As the spoiled only child of his two beta grandparents, rarely does the need arise for him to actually get his own hands dirty or for his boots to grow muddy, most often tucked away in the safety of their home while he tends to less demanding obligations that he somewhat enjoys. Regardless of how eagerly he wishes to soak up the glimpse of daylight, he still refrains from anything truly demanding or gruff.

A frolic through the empty field that contains their crops in the summer, a break to wash his Pa’s boots in the creek while he listens to the soothing sound of tumbling water, and a stop at the chicken coop to collect eggs.

The tiny reprieve into the glorious freedom of the outside world serves his soul well.

From the nippy winds blowing through his dark, messy hair to the splash of slushy snow beneath his feet, Jimin highly enjoys the ability to freely move his limbs while childishly galloping from one end of their property to the other. Their animals all appear in good spirits as well, out and about on the pasture rather than hiding away in their designated pens. Life blooms in full swing for this brief moment of solace.

Still, no matter how much he wants to stay outside forever, the wind burning against his puffy cheeks and the biting cold gnawing at his fingers, Jimin begrudgingly drags himself back to the house lest he suffer from frostbite or hypothermia.

“Looks like the snow finally melted enough for the mail to come! Everyone in a 20 mile radius was out in town trying to stock up and run errands before the next blizzard hits. I thought I was never going to get out of there.” Jimin’s grandpa states with disbelief, strolling away from the stables with several bags in his hands.

“Did we get anything good?” Jimin questions, an eyebrow raised, propping open the front door to help his Pa inside.

“I’ve got no earthly clue.” Pa replies, dropping his stuff on the table and removing his hat, tangy orange blossom radiating from his presence. “Give me a minute to read it over, little omega.”

“Okay!”

Rather than standing around idly while he waits for Pa to sift through their mail, Jimin devotes himself to unloading the bags of groceries and supplies sitting on the table. The huge satchel of flour goes in the pantry, the bag of sugar in the cabinet above the stove, and the tools in a neatly arranged pile at the head of the table for quick access, everything squared away in no time at all. His feet drag against the hardwood while he simmers with anxiety about what news may find him next.

“Your alpha wrote to us again.”

“W-What?” Jimin croaks, eyes wide as saucers when he rushes to his grandpa’s side. “What did he say?”

“Is he finally heading this way?” Ma asks loudly from around the corner of the living room, peeking her head into the kitchen to hear whatever else Pa has to say.

“If all went well, he left his home on the coast a few weeks back. He wrote in advance so that it would reach us right before he made it here. Apparently, according to his newest letter, he should be here by the end of this week.” Pa announces with an indecipherable expression, eyes darting between Jimin and Ma where they all crowd around the dining table.

“Oh! How exciting! Looks like we’ve got a guest to prepare for! I need to clean the bathroom and dust the shelves and prepare the pull out mattress on the living room floor—“ Ma’s excited voice trails off when she leaves the room in a flurry.

“That’s a big if.” Jimin states quietly, crossing his arms over his chest, something heavy and nervous fizzling his insides.

“You best get to packing, honey.”

Though Jimin valiantly attempts to ignore the storm raging inside of him the entire time he eats his lunch, he finds it nearly impossible. His throat burns, his mind races, his hands tremble, and his appetite dwindles away, consumed by the knowledge that his intended mate steadily approaches their door any minute now. After months of arranging this occasion—and even more disappointing months of waiting because things constantly fell through—he struggles to process his feelings about the whole thing.

His alpha.

Pa used that term since the first mention of the alpha who agreed to take Jimin as his mate, yet it never felt more real than in this very moment.

Being let down again and again after getting his hopes up, eager to meet his future alpha despite the uncertainty of the circumstances that constitute their unusual arrangement, Jimin stubbornly wants to deny the situation and pretend it doesn’t exist in order to save himself the heartache once more. Tackling this with a grumpy attitude and resentment feels more than apt. It’s what the alpha deserves, after all.

In spite of his defensiveness born of his desire to preserve his heart, he can’t deny how hopefulness and thrill blossom in the depths of his soul now that he may finally meet the person who will bond with him in such a way that they stay soul-tied forever.

His alpha.

Jimin’s heart flutters at the prospect, thriving with primal urgings as he considers the concept, bursting with wonder and fascination and curiosity.

Maybe things will work out this time.

Packing away his most pertinent belongings into the measly chests and suitcases he owns eats up the bulk of Jimin’s day after lunch, meticulously organizing his necessary items, favorite clothing, and sentimental pieces in order to easily stow them inside their containers that will be loaded onto the carriage when the time arrives. He sorts through everything with utmost scrutiny to ensure he only brings the absolute necessities without forgetting anything he cherishes. Both excitement and bittersweet sadness wrangle around his heart, never believing the day to leave home would happen so quickly.

A freshly laundered bedding set with extra blankets to keep them warm, towels for the bathroom and kitchen, a stockpile of medicines for any sudden illnesses, sewing supplies in case any urgent needs should arise, various soaps and cleaning detergents, important paperwork including the deed to the property and Jimin’s letter of inheritance are among the extensive list of items he brings to ensure the move goes smoothly.

For one of the first times in his nearly 30 years of living, he must consider someone else’s needs just as he does his own, something about the idea of caring for his mate before they even meet each other already pleasing to his omega.

“Oh heavens!” Jimin squeals, face flushed as bright and red as a ripened tomato when he holds up the fabric offered to him by his grandma, eyes threatening to pop out of his head to roll across the floor at his feet. “What even is this? Where did you get such a thing? Why have you given this to me?”

“It’s just a nightgown, honey. Don’t give yourself a heart attack over something so simple. If you can’t even look at sleep clothes without screaming, how are you going to mate your alpha?” Ma replies with amusement clear in her gruff voice, shaking her head.

“A… A nightgown?” Jimin gawks, examining the article of clothing front and back. “Is this really necessary? I mean… Isn’t it just going to be yanked off anyway?”

“That’s part of the fun! You need to get the full experience and feel all nice and pretty when the time comes. I wore one when I got mated and my mom did as well and her omega dad did too.”

“Uh… Thanks, I guess. It’s very soft and silky.” Jimin comments quietly from where he rests on his knees on the floor beside his bed.

“Oh, you’re as sweet as a tulip in the spring! You’re going to be such a beautiful, perfect mate for your alpha. I can’t believe you’re all grown up already.” Ma gushes excitedly, reaching out to pinch Jimin’s cheeks and kiss the top of his head.

Jimin feels extremely apologetic for not preparing their dinner like always, but Ma ushers him out of the kitchen with a swat to his backside the second he attempts to turn on the stove. She ascertains that he needs to attend to his more urgent responsibilities instead of worrying over something so menial, readily cooking up a full spread before the omega even possesses time to sit down and think. With his things packed up and his mind running nonstop, he appreciates the consideration nonetheless.

After an emotionally jolting, stressfully busy, overall great day, Jimin loves nothing more than curling up on the couch between his grandparents while they soak up the heat from the flickering flame in the fireplace and share in joyous company.

His favorite place in the whole world, cascaded in adoration and affection without reservation or judgment.

“I wish your darn father would’ve left you some more information in that will of his. We don’t know the state of the house or the farm or what things you’ll need once you get there. I can’t even properly pack your alpha some tools because I don’t know what he’ll already have.” Pa says with a grumble, gently massaging Jimin’s feet that lie over his lap.

“It’s not like you could’ve packed much anyway. There isn’t goin’ to be much room on that thing. You’d weigh them poor horses down.” Ma replies, the dim lighting of the kerosene lamp lighting her nightly newspaper read.

“I’d just feel better if I knew what you were getting yourself into. I can’t stand the thought that you’re goin’ out there to live in squalor and there’s nothin’ I can do to help.”

“And yet you’re not at all worried about the fact that this is some random alpha that we know next to nothing about?” Jimin questions, exasperated. “The first alpha to offer to take my hand and you just accepted it like it was nothing.”

“The only alpha who was interested in mating someone in your situation.” Ma states in a matter-of-fact manner as she brushes her fingers through his hair. “You’re well above the prime age for mating, you have no dowry, and you refuse to accept anyone besides an alpha as your mate. Your options are greatly limited, dearest.”

“I’m only 28! I have a whole house with tons of land and a farm full of animals!”

“I don’t suppose many alphas are interested in all that when they have their own properties already. Not to mention you refuse to budge on them paying us since you’re providing the house.” Pa shrugs, orange blossom and cocoa comfortingly swirling in the air, the glow of the fire so cozy. “Besides, it’s normal to not know anything about your mate. That’s how this works, ain’t it?”

“Exactly. I didn’t know your Pa before our parents arranged for us to mate and look how far we’ve come. That’s the way of life, little omega.” She hums, nonchalant and relaxed despite Jimin’s nervous jitters.

“Well…” Jimin purses his lips in thought and tries to surmise his inner turmoil. “What if he’s mean or scary or… or he turns out to be a bad guy?”

“If there’s anythin’ in this whole world that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, it’s that you can hold your own.” Pa declares confidently, affectionately squeezing Jimin’s ankle. “You don’t never take anyone disrespecting you or gettin’ in your way. That alpha’s the one who should be worried because my baby can rain hellfire when he wants to.”

“We may coddle you and spoil you rotten, but you’re more than capable to handle anything that comes your way. We would never let you leave otherwise. Don’t worry about a thing.”

“I guess you’re right.” Jimin mumbles under his breath, trying—and failing—to hide the smile of satisfaction pulling across his face at their ample confidence and belief in him. They taught him well to stand up for himself, assert his wishes, and not allow anyone to trample over him. He can run a household with no issue, trained every day by his Ma while they tackled the inside and Pa handled the outside. “I just hope he isn’t only interested in the property.”

“That’s why you’re interested in an alpha, isn’t it?” Pa questions with a raised eyebrow. “You need someone to deal with the crops, animals, and physical labor because you can’t do it all on your own.”

“If your deadbeat father hadn’t dropped dead and left you everything he owned, you wouldn’t be interested in an alpha at all.” Ma adds for good measure. “You and your alpha aren’t as different as you think.”

“Hmm… Well… Maybe you’re right.” Jimin nods in agreement, never thinking about it this way. “We’re kind of both using each other.”

“That’s what mating is. It’s advantageous for both parties because they offer something the other person needs. A give'n take type deal. You benefit from the arrangement and so does he.”

“Perfectly said.” Ma replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss Jimin on the forehead.

Regardless of his consuming anticipation, tentative hopefulness, and bubbling excitement about the notion of being whisked away by a dreamy alpha to start his life anew in the home gifted to him by the parent he never knew, Jimin also possesses endless worries towards how things might fall into place.

Due to the precarious nature of his circumstances, he imagines he might end up with an old, gross man who cares only for what the omega offers him and nothing more.

Jimin wants a connection, a partner, a type of love he only ever dreams about. He desires a true mate who will care for him once they grow to know each other, one who intends to cherish him as an alpha should appreciate his omega. Mutual respect, strong work ethics, similar dreams of a family, and interest in enjoying life together instead of just living as mere roommates. A wonderful bond that drives them towards one another and brings them unfettered happiness.

As he climbs into bed with his grandparents’ scents clinging to his skin and a mind running rampant with thoughts about the future, he hopes that his life will treat him gently in the coming days as he inches towards the uncertainty of his forever.

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The earth ceases its fine-tuned, choreographed rotation when Jimin hears the commotion of a horse arriving outside their home to signify the arrival of a guest at their door.

Alpha.

His soul recognizes the identity of the presence before he ever receives any physical confirmation, heart frozen in time while he stands still as a statue at the foot of his bed, every stuttering breath pulled from his lungs and each tremble of his hands emphasized by the suffocating silence entrenching the quaint space of his bedroom.

Ma and Pa’s gruff voices carry through the thin configuration of their walls, broken sentences and phrases all but confirming what he knows in his heart.

The alpha who will become his mate finally graces them with his presence.

A sort of shock settles in the cracks of Jimin’s bones—stomach fluttering with flocks of nervous anticipation, mind inundated by an endless array of thoughts, heart no longer beating while he pauses to process the situation, and ears ringing so loudly that he can barely stand it—the entirety of his being thrusted into a state of consuming awareness while he waits with bated breath for the monumental occurrence to actually fall into place after such a prolonged period.

Even if he somehow wished to extend this arrangement a little longer, the opportunity no longer presents itself. His future mate sits right outside the walls of their meager home, fully prepared to carry him off towards a new life that neither of them quite understand.

He pushes aside the inevitable until fate comes knocking at his door, Ma’s eyes twinkling with unspoken emotion when she retrieves him, nothing quite feeling real while he saunters his way outside.

“Oh.” Jimin stumbles out with a shaky breath, eyes impossibly wide when he observes the person standing humbly before him.

Taller than him by a few good inches, shoulders spreading shockingly broad beneath his coat, lengthy fingers gripping the curve of his pockets, a face perfectly sculpted to encapsulate utter beauty, muscular thighs outlined by the tight cling of his trousers, an aura that radiates practiced stoicism, the addictingly warm scent of amber swirling lusciously around them, captivating eyes that burn with dark intensity, a timid reticence that appears apprehensive in manner, expressionless features that possess a boyish nature wholly unbecoming of such a situation.

Handsome.

Nervous.

Young.

All reservations towards the precarious circumstances of their mating arrangement thrown to the wayside, Jimin shocks himself with his pleasurable response towards his intended alpha, never expecting to happen upon someone so suited towards his preferences while also closely matching his years in age. Delight courses through him, curbed only by the remaining hesitance still lingering deep in his gut.

“Evenin’.” The alpha states through a rich and smooth voice, offering a slight bow of his head towards Jimin. “My name is Jungkook.”

“Good evening. I’m Jimin. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.” Jimin replies, behavior tinged by shyness as he returns the bow with his fingers tightly tangled in the front of his frilly apron.

“Likewise.” Jungkook—his alpha—says lowly.

“Was your journey here a smooth one?” Jimin wonders aloud, unsure what topics of conversation to pursue while also wishing for their meeting to continue longer.

“It was alright.”

“That’s… That’s good.” Jimin offers up a bashful smile, eyes flitting from one object to another before he relents to the urge to meet the alpha’s heavy gaze once more. “I hope it didn’t trouble you too much.”

“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle.” Jungkook utters with nonchalance, the tiniest hint of a smile ghosting his lips before it fades away.

“Alright, that’s enough of that. You need to get yourself inside before your toes freeze off, little omega.” Pa declares decisively, shooting Jimin a stern look that conveys precisely how little he intends to negotiate his command. “I’m going to take this alpha around the property and talk to him for a while ‘fore supper’s ready. Go on, now. Both of y’all.”

In order to distract his mind from the fact that his alpha lives and breaths in his very presence at this exact moment, no longer some fictional character in his imagination that exists solely in the prison of his mind, Jimin devotes himself entirely to preparing a hearty, satisfying meal for the whole family to fill their bellies. After a harsh few weeks of travel, he imagines Jungkook wants nothing more than a hot meal. Jimin resolutely ensures he makes that a reality.

The alone time allows him the chance to gather his thoughts, make himself useful, and occupy his racing mind with something other than the alpha’s delicious amber scent, devoutly cooking everything to utter perfection with the intent of showing off his many skills in the kitchen.

Occasionally his eyes wander from the food sizzling on the stove to the window perched above the sink, naturally curious to see what his Pa and his alpha engage in while they trek from one place to another. A newfound sense of excitement bubbles beneath the surface, threatening to boil over and explode if he fails to wrangle it under control. Giddy, childlike wonder and thrill, an impatience overtaking him while he considers the multitude of experiences waiting on his doorstep.

“S’not much, but it’s perfect for us. A couple rooms and everythin’ we need. Couldn’t ask for more.” Pa says as he pads into the kitchen to join them at the table, gesturing to the seat across from Jimin to offer Jungkook a place among them.

“I’d even go as far to say that it felt too big before we adopted our sweetie. We had a whole extra room just sittin’ there empty.” Ma adds with an adoring smile, reaching out to pinch Jimin’s cheek.

A hush falls over the room while everyone focuses on consuming their steamy meals, no one offering much in the vein of interesting discussion. Soft scraping of silverware on plates, gentle breathing in between bites, and the sounds of a family gathered together, the setting sun visible through the windows only adding to the gentleness of the atmosphere surrounding them. Jimin struggles to refrain from peering up through his lashes at Jungkook across the table.

“Thank you for the food. It tastes great, especially after travelin’ for so long.” Jungkook grunts in his deep voice, looking up from his plate to glance at Ma.

“Jimin made it, actually. He loves to cook and make stuff in the kitchen any chance he gets. Everythin’ on your plate was prepared by him.” Ma supplies kindly, narrowing hiding the smirk on her face when she peeks at the omega out of the corner of her eye.

“Wow.” Jungkook replies, deep and breathy. “You’re a real good cook, omega.”

“Thank you.” Jimin whispers shyly, heart pounding when he meets the alpha’s dark eyes. “I’m glad you like it. Eat as much as you want. I cooked lots just in case.”

“Ain’t he just lovely?” Pa exclaims proudly as he reaches out to pat Jimin on the head.

Jungkook, seemingly reserved, simply nods.

“I take it you’ve got lots of experience tendin’ to a farm and animals, yeah? Growin’ crops, breedin’ livestock, sellin’ your goods, all that kind of stuff? You’re familiar with this type of life?” Ma questions with a pointed stare aimed right at the alpha’s head.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jungkook replies, nodding.

“He says he got started when he was young and he’s been doin’ it ever since. Knows how to plow a field, clean out the animal pens, when to harvest the different plants, patch up holes in walls, and everythin’ else. Even brought some extra seeds with him from back home.” Pa comments confidently, an eyebrow raised when he speaks down the table to his mate.

Orange blossom, cocoa, amber, and brown sugar all mix together in the close space of the kitchen to create a glorious combination of scents, Jimin’s inner omega more than excited at the comforting display of those he holds dearest along with his prospective new alpha that now joins the fold.

“A handyman too? You’re knowledgeable about fixin’ stuff around the house when it breaks?” Ma asks, pushing the topic further. Jungkook nods, fairly quiet even when spoken to directly. “Good, that’s good. That’s exactly what our omega needs since he’s not all that interested in those things.”

“I’m not sure how the house will look when we finally get there. It might need a lot of work before it looks presentable or feels comfortable for us to live in.” Jimin says in a quiet, timid voice, nervous for some reason.

“That’s alright. We’ll get it all fixed up in no time. Don’t worry.” Jungkook replies reassuringly, a gentleness in his eyes when Jimin musters the bravery to look up.

“Exactly. That’s a good attitude to have.” Pa asserts from his seat at the head of the table.

The course of their meal passes far too swiftly for Jimin’s liking, the omega harboring no issue with simply sitting around and conversing until he verges on passing out. Gnawing curiosity eats away at his insides, desperate to know more and peel away the layers of his alpha. Even though he worries about how his true personality might reveal itself, everything thus far leads him into a place of comfort and excitement regarding their future endeavors as a mated couple.

“Do you plan on stayin’ with us for a few days while you rest from your journey?” Ma asks once she rises from the table with her plate in her hand.

“I’m afraid not.”

“No? You don’t want to give yourself some time to recuperate a little? We don’t mind at all. Our place is small, but you’re more than welcome.” Pa comments with a thoughtful expression tugging on his features.

“If it’s alright with Jimin, I was thinking we’d hit the trail first thing in the mornin’ since there’s another storm brewing on the horizon. I figured we might be able to outrun it if we leave earlier, otherwise we might be delayed for weeks.” Jungkook answers, straight to the point, eyes flickering to Jimin who still sits in front of him. “What do you think?”

“I think we should go.” Jimin says with as much confidence as he possesses, a bittersweet rush of emotions knocking into him as he thinks about leaving his grandparents behind. “You’re right.”

“Guess it’s settled then.”

Ma and Pa bid them goodnight immediately after they finish cleaning up the kitchen, retreating into their bedroom rather than congregating on the couch like they usually do. Since Jungkook has to sleep on a mattress on the living room floor, perhaps they wish to offer him some quiet time alone to gain some rest before he ventures out for yet another trip across the country.

Jimin, of course, struggles to force himself away when he feels infinitely intrigued by the existence of his intended mate, lingering in the kitchen while he pretends to busy himself in order to gain more time. The battling surge of emotions inside of him leave him unsure how he feels about everything happening so quickly.

“Make sure you wear your warmest coat in the mornin’ when you get dressed, plenty of layers if you have ‘em. It’s pretty nippy in the carriage, so I brought extra furs just in case.” Jungkook says quietly, voice cutting through the silence out of nowhere.

“Okay, I will.” Jimin nods, warmth cascading down his spine at the tiny show of consideration. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“My room is just down the hallway if you need anything.” Jimin adds, timid and soft, hesitantly inching closer to his bedroom.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Jungkook rasps, lying back to make himself comfortable. “Night.”

“Goodnight, alpha.”

If Jimin somehow manages to sleep even a single wink after everything that happened in such a short amount of time, his life practically flipped on its axis after months of waiting for this moment, he’ll consider himself extremely lucky.

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Despite the tumultuous feelings wrestling for prominence in the forefront of his brain, Jimin resolves himself to not shed a single tear as he journeys from his family home to the depths of the unknown with his new alpha at his side. He chews on the inside of his cheek, distracts his mind by packing away his belongings, and busies his hands with menial tasks, determined to ensure a smooth transition for everyone involved. His grandparents should rest assured that they made the right decision.

“Everything will be just fine, honey. Don’t you worry your mind about anything except makin’ it to your new home in one piece.” Ma hushes in a soothing tone, holding Jimin close in his now empty bedroom. “You’re goin’ to do great.”

“I’ll miss you and Pa so much.” Jimin whispers, voice cracking to betray his strength.

“We’ll miss you more than you could ever know. The house’ll be awful empty and quiet with you, but we’ll make do. As long as you’re somewhere safe and happy, that’s all that matters.”

“I’m going to write to you as soon as I can, okay? Once we get everything all settled, maybe you can come for a visit. Or I can come see you. I don’t know how my life will be, but I hope we can meet again soon.” Jimin replies, heartbreakingly pitiful, breathing in deep lungfuls of cocoa to soothe his stormy soul.

“You best believe we’ll be right here if you need anything at all. I don’t care if you’re grown or not, you’re still our baby. Let us know what’s wrong and we’ll do our best to fix it.” Pa announces as he steps in the room to join their sob fest.

“Can I come back home if I hate it?” Jimin asks with a shaky voice, shattering his own heart with the question.

“That ain’t goin’ to happen, little omega. Your alpha will take good care of you and you’ll be busy fixin’ up your house. Everything will be fine and dandy.” Ma answers in his stead, hands soothingly rubbing circles over his upper back.

“But… yes.” Pa rasps into his ear, gruff and low, placing a soft kiss to his head. “You’ll always have a place here with us.”

“Wait, what about the money he was supposed to pay you? I forgot about that! Maybe he didn’t even bring it. I should go ask him before all my stuff is loaded in the carriage and—“

“That’s already been taken care of, sweet pea. I dealt with it last night. Everything’s been handled.” Pa declares succinctly, that stern finality in his voice that tells Jimin the subject is settled.

“I love you so, so, so, so much.” Jimin declares weakly, struggling to keep the tears along his waterline from dripping down his cheeks.

“We love you more than anythin’ in the whole world, little omega.” Ma says gingerly, the scents of cocoa and orange blossom blessing Jimin’s being for one final time before he goes. “Go, live your life, and be happy.”

The initial descent onto the dirt trail leading from their home leaves Jimin with a crater sized hole in his chest where his heart previously resided, every breath heavy and painful as he stares out the window of the rickety cart that carries them further and further from the only safety he ever knew. He allows himself to wallow in his misery and feel the true depths of his encompassing emotions, understanding that his destitution will only last so long. While it feels like his world is ending, soon an entirely new one will emerge and the pain will lessen.

Jungkook—staunchly quiet and timid throughout it all—sits beside him on the thinly padded bench, not offering anything except for droves of comforting pheromones in the richness of his amber scent that surrounds them.

Over mountains and hills, through valleys lined with sprawling fields, over bridges covering bodies of water, beside bustling towns full of life, into divots that catch the wheels to send the cart flying, onto paved roads that grant them passage in new directions, they travel across the wonders of the country with all of their most important belongings while they ponder about what awaits them when they arrive at their home.

Their first—and only—hiccup arises when the predicted snowstorm hits during the middle of their journey, forcing them to stay at an inn only a day away from their destination while they wait for it to die down.

Jimin, of course, seizes the opportunity to speak with his alpha and learn a little bit more about him.

“Can I ask you something?” Jimin questions as they sit across from one another at the small dining table in the inn, enjoying a warm bowl of soup and some freshly baked bread on their second day inside.

Jungkook pauses, looks up from his bowl, and nods.

“How old are you?” Jimin asks, burning with curiosity after the incredibly young alpha showed up at his door.

“26.” Jungkook answers quietly, voice deep and gruff.

“You’re so young!” Jimin exclaims in shock, a little smile tugging at his lips, never expecting this in a million years. “I thought you were going to be way older than me. It never even crossed my mind that you might be younger than me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, of course not. I actually think it’s better than you being 48 years old or something absurd like that. I like that we’re close in age.” Jimin admits shyly, more interested in talking than eating his food.

“Me too.” Jungkook replies, swallowing down another spoonful of soup.

“Ma and Pa said that I’m past my prime for getting mated, so I guess I’m lucky that someone like you found me.” Jimin replies, shrugging even though it actually matters a great deal to him. “I don’t guess I’ll be able to give you 10 pups though.”

“Huh?” Jungkook spits out, breaking into a raucous coughing fit as he sputters around his mouthful of coffee. His face burns bright red, eyes as wide as the full moon, and he loudly gulps to steel himself. “I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”

“No?”

“Do we need to have 10 pups?” Jungkook asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Well… No.” Jimin purses his lips to think it over for a second, ultimately shaking his head.

“I think one or two would be fine.” Jungkook rasps in an even lower voice, staring down at the table instead of at Jimin’s face.

“Okay.” Jimin says in turn, more than happy with that plan since he knows that sort of family dynamic very well. He can’t help but smile, intrigued and endeared by the mannerisms on display in front of him. A shy, quiet alpha without lofty ambitions or obnoxious wishes for the future. It pleases him. “That sounds nice.”

It falls quiet for a few minutes while they munch away at their meals, Jimin bursting with things to say or questions to ask, yet holding himself back as much as possible to not overwhelm the alpha.

“Do you have siblings?” Jimin asks next, anxieties slightly soothed by the newly familiar scent of amber tickling his nostrils.

Jungkook nods.

“How many?” Jimin presses further.

“Too many.” Jungkook grunts, rough and gravelly, an imperceptible switch in the depths of his eyes.

“Are you close with them?”

“No.” Jungkook answers, always very matter of fact in his speech. “They’re all much older than me. Don’t hardly know them at all.”

“I see.” Jimin nods, leaving the topic there because he senses resistance in the way Jungkook discusses the matter.

Although he would much prefer their trip surpasses without pesky roadblocks like an avalanche of snow covering the plains that they need to pass to reach their new home, Jimin appreciates the blimp of time to settle in his newfound relationship with someone he considers a stranger. Rather than instantly diving into the deep end without any transition period, this allows them the chance to grow familiar with one another first.

They sleep in separate rooms that Jungkook silently pays for with his own money, joining together during meal times and whenever else they venture from the warmth of their accommodations, engaging in slight bits of conversation that usually only remain surface level.

On the last night before they intend to head out once more, Jimin wakes to his hands numb and his entire body seizing under immense stress from the lack of warmth in his room, hardly even offering the issue a coherent thought before he tumbles out of bed to clumsily knock on the door across the hall. The severity of the cold physically aches in the depths of his bones, entrenching and horrifying.

“Omega?” Jungkook chokes out, amber scent full of worry when he opens his door to find Jimin standing before him. “What’s the matter?”

“C-Can you h-help me fix… fix my f-fire?” Jimin’s teeth chatter violently, struggling to stand upright with how aggressively his limbs tremble. “It w-went out and I d-don’t know how t-to fix it.”

“Hellfire—“ Jungkook curses under his breath, rushing back into his room to grab a thick fur from his own collection for Jimin to wear in the meantime. “Put this on first.”

If Jimin possessed the presence of mind to appreciate the way Jungkook maneuvers his stiff limbs into the coat and fashions it over his shoulders to ensure a proper fit, he would be melting into a pile of goo on the floor. As it stands, frozen half to death and bordering on delirious, he focuses solely on regaining his heat.

Effortlessly, easily, like it’s second nature, Jungkook manages to stoke the fire in the fireplace back to life and bathe the small confines of the omega’s room in light and warmth once more.

A capable alpha who acts without hesitation, something that Jimin learns that he greatly appreciates.

“T-Thank you s-so much.” Jimin whispers, a little yawn tumbling from his chattering lips as he allows Jungkook to tuck him into bed.

“Mhm.” Jungkook hums, nodding.

“W-Will you still m-mate me if I l-lose a few toes?” Jimin asks, feet as frozen as ice blocks.

“Yes.” Jungkook replies, smiling big and bright, the most glorious chuckle tearing from his throat to fill Jimin’s ears with its pretty sound. “I suppose I will.”

“O-Okay, good.”

With their journey extending from a four day expedition to a seven day journey due to the uncontrollable circumstances of mother nature, they venture back onto the trails with their horses, carriage, and all of their most important belongings to complete the final leg of their trip before they arrive at their proposed home place.

Jimin grows increasingly nervous the closer they become, mind exploding with thoughts about what they might stumble upon and the dire status of their property, conjuring up the worst possible situation of a collapsed pile of wood constituting their home and the land barren of any worth after such a long absence. He hopes with all of his heart that things turn out far less dreary, terribly nervous about how Jungkook might react to anything less than par.

Fortunately, as they trek into a small village among the flat plains along the northernmost area of land that encompasses the country, a trusty map guiding their way through various farms and forests, they reach the outstretch of land designated for them just as the sun prepares to set in the distance.

It takes an obscene amount of time to happen upon the center of the property where the main structures reside, traveling for several minutes along their dirt driveway before anything even remotely man-made appears on the horizon.

Jimin’s jaw drops to the floor, the breath forcefully expels from his lungs, and he loses the ability to speak when he realizes what beauty waits before him.

“This… This is yours?” Jungkook rasps with a voice so deep that it drags along the ground beneath their feet, scratching the surface of the earth’s core with its rich grit. “All of this? This house and the acres of land and the whole farm? This is yours, omega?”

“I think so. This is where the map leads us, right? You followed the directions he wrote?” Jimin replies, equally as stunned.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods.

“Then… I think this is ours.” Jimin utters softly, eyes struggling to comprehend all of the things surrounding him.

They spend a few minutes braving the cold while they conduct a preliminary survey of the buildings in walking distance of the house, finding several gigantic silos, a storage building full of tools and supplies, a barn spanning astonishingly far and tall, plus the stable to house their horses, everything in much nicer shape than either of them ever expected. Overflowing with seeds, hay, farming goodies, and so much more. It blows Jimin’s mind.

Other storage buildings and structures appear in the distance throughout the fields clearly designated for crops in the Spring and Summer, their eyes suffering to distinguish everything in the midst of the dwindling daylight and planes of snow covering the ground.

With what they do manage to observe without issue, it looks to be in better shape than anticipated.

“I… I didn’t know it would be this big.” Jimin whispers breathily, unsure how to read the straight expression painting his alpha’s face. “The l-letter never said anything about all of this. I just… I expected a little house, a barn, maybe some animals. Not this.”

“I had no idea what we were going to find, but it certainly wasn’t anything this big.” Jungkook states, eyes wide when he turns to Jimin.

“Wow.” Jimin exclaims in utter disbelief, his emotions all over the place this past couple of weeks, excited, nervous, and homesick all the same.

“Let’s go inside.” Jungkook commands suddenly, a wrinkle in his forehead and a scowl on his lips. “You’re going to get sick if you keep staying out in the cold so much. It’s not good for you. I’ll carry our stuff inside in a bit.”

Four.

Four bedrooms.

Their home contains four whole bedrooms, split between the bottom and top floors, all of them mostly empty save for random clothing or materials spread across them like they previously served as makeshift storage compartments.

The fact that they even possess a home with stairs makes Jimin verge on losing his mind, rendered speechless while he tiptoes behind Jungkook to offer a cursory glance to every area within the walls of their new place. He clutches the fuzzy fur around his body, breathes in the delicious scent of amber engulfing him whole, and attempts to take in the unexpected moment now that it finally arrives.

With four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a separate pantry, a whole dining room, a living room, a cellar, and an attic, the home easily exceeds any personal dwelling that Jimin has seen with his own eyes. A spacious house with ample amounts of area to contain the measly belongings they brought with them, already overflowing with cluttered piles of things in basically every necessary room. Salvageable furniture, dishes in the cabinets, jarred food still in the pantry, just so much to comprehend in such a short time.

While not in perfect condition—thick layers of dust congregating on every surface, cobwebs in every corner, mold growing along the broken window sills in the upstairs bedrooms, a few holes in the walls and floors—both Jungkook and Jimin appear thoroughly pleased with their living space that they can call their own.

“Where do you want me to put everything?” Jungkook asks with his arms clutching a bunch of their bags, staring at Jimin who stands idly in the living room.

“Just, uh… Just put it out here for now.” Jimin answers, warming his fingers in the heat radiating from the fireplace. “We can figure out what to do with it all tomorrow when it’s not dark anymore.”

“Okay.”

After a reasonable amount of effort, a plethora of trips from the carriage to the house, and far too much cold air escaping into the gradually warming space, Jungkook unloads the majority of their necessities and parks the carriage in the stable with the horses. He never utters a grumble or complaint, wordlessly accomplishing all that needs tackled so they can spend their first night in their new home. Stoking the various fires, chopping up the firewood stacked near the barn, double checking every room for danger, the list goes on and on.

“I’m sorry to ask because I know you’ve been working real hard, but could you help me with something?” Jimin asks, meek and apologetic, cheeks burning fiercely as he stands in the doorway of the master bedroom.

“What is it?” Jungkook inquires, feet already stepping across the hardwood floor to the omega.

“I want to, um… I want to change the bedsheets and blankets.” Jimin supplies, nervously brushing his fingers through the tufts of fur draping over his body. “I don’t want to know how long these have been here collecting dust. I imagine we’d prefer sleeping with fresh, clean linens even if we don’t manage to do much of anything else tonight.”

“I guess you’re right.” Jungkook nods, diligently following Jimin into the bedroom.

“We are going to sleep in the same bed now, aren’t we?” Jimin dares to ask, voice so low and wispy that it barely rises above the sound of the crackling fireplace along the wall. He understands the implication of the question, subtly inquiring about the alpha’s intentions to proceed with their long awaited mating.

“We are.” Jungkook states without any hesitation whatsoever, an impossibly thick cloud of amber barreling into Jimin when he sucks down a deep breath.

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The flickering flame of the fire roaring to life in the fireplace across from the bed dispels a minimal amount of the unsettling tinge that hangs heavily in the air, chasing away some of the stale mixture of dust and grime and dirt that covers everything like a stain, the warm glow working to offer a semblance of comfort amongst the range of dubious circumstances.

Jimin sits primly on the bed adorned in the white, silky nightgown his grandmother gave him, heart pounding against his ribcage while he steadies his breathing.

Of all the new experiences he continues to find himself in these days, this one feels the most crucial.

Mating.

A permanent brand that will marr his neck over his scent gland for the rest of his living days, binding him to Jungkook in both body and spirit in a way that they will never encounter with anyone else on earth. Forever. From this day forward, every second, minute, and hour of their lives, they will be irreparably bonded by the mating bites pierced into their flesh. Everywhere they go and everything they do, they will carry the weight of their mate in their tender hearts.

Though the nerves threaten to singe away at his body until he turns to ash where he sits, Jimin actually delights in the knowledge that this alpha will become the one by his side through whatever life offers.

“The house is all locked up.” Jungkook states blankly, stiff and tentative as he moves to join Jimin on the bed.

“Okay.” Jimin whispers, unsure how to proceed. “That’s… That’s good.”

Jungkook nods.

“I think we should look for more pillows tomorrow because I usually sleep with more than one.” Jimin says quietly, desperately attempting to ease the tension in the air around them. “Maybe there’s enough for both of us to have another one.”

“Do you want to take mine?”

“No.” Jimin answers quickly, taken aback by the suggestion. “That’s okay. You need a pillow too. We’ll just find more tomorrow.”

“Alright.” Jungkook rasps, deep and throaty, his amber scent intoxicatingly rich when he settles down against the headboard next to Jimin.

Drowning in utter silence while lounging in bed alongside someone he hardly knows makes Jimin feel a slew of feelings he fails to place, but he recognizes the necessity of such a moment and understands that they must move onward to fully solidify this union between them, their families, and their wolves. He takes a deep breath, steels himself, and musters up the courage to close the barrier between them.

“Have you done this before?” Jimin questions, straightforward and to the point even if his stomach tumbles with apprehension.

“No.” Jungkook declares sternly.

“Never?”

“No, never.” Jungkook confirms, eyes dark and full of unspoken emotion when glances over at Jimin beside him. “Have you?”

“No.” Jimin answers truthfully, rapidly shaking his head. “I’m… I’m kind of nervous.”

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” Jungkook states firmly, voice stronger and more sure than ever. “We can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’m nervous and everything feels a little weird and I miss my home, but I want to do this. I want you to be my mate, so there’s no reason to drag it out any longer.”

“You do?” Jungkook grunts, surprised.

“Yeah, I sure do. You’re very handsome and strong. So far you’ve been nice to me, you help me whenever I need it, and you’re a hard worker. I might not know you that well yet, but I’m excited to learn more about you as a friend and a mate.” Jimin explains with a vulnerability he willingly exposes, putting his heart on the line in hopes that his alpha reciprocates.

“Thank you.” Jungkook replies in his impossibly deep voice, warming Jimin from the inside out when he shoots him a tender smile.

“You’re welcome.”

“I want you to be my mate too.” Jungkook confesses, sending a blossom of sparks directly into the pit of Jimin’s belly. “I think you’re the prettiest omega I’ve ever seen. You’re so warm and kind. Easy to talk to. I feel very comfortable around you. I’m lucky to have you as my omega.”

It takes all of the strength building in Jimin’s body to refrain from bursting into tears at the sweetness in Jungkook’s words, his emotions and hormones all out of sorts after such an unbelievable time throughout this journey, never believing he would reach this lofty occurrence in his lifetime. He smiles so brightly that his cheeks ache, shiny eyes trained on Jungkook without shying away from the attention.

Things inevitably shift as the tension surmounts, Jungkook surprisingly calm and level headed as he works to guide them forward into the actual process of mating. His comforting scent surrounds Jimin while his muscular, clothed form inches closer and closer.

With the alpha settling himself between his legs, gently spreading them to accommodate himself, touch tentative and featherlight, Jimin’s veins burn like wildfire.

“I think it’ll take some time for us to figure out what works for both of us, so tell me what you like, what you don’t, if something hurts. Okay?” Jungkook says with a soothing tenderness in his voice, hands searing through the nightgown over Jimin’s hips.

“Y-Yeah.” Jimin nods, lungs completely and totally devoid of oxygen, his heartbeat blaring in his ears. “Okay, I will.”

“I’m going to touch you now, omega. Have to get you ready for my cock. I want it to feel good for you too.” Jungkook rasps, surprisingly talkative now that Jimin finds himself less able to mindlessly babble through his nerves.

“Oh heavens.” Jimin gasps, body tensing when a hand sneaks beneath his nightgown to effortlessly fist his little cock. “Your hand is so c-cold.”

“Sorry.” Jungkook grunts sheepishly.

The quiet blanketing the room doesn’t bother Jimin as much as the obvious sound of Jungkook working his cock in his fist, heavy puffs of air tumbling from the omega’s lips no matter how valiantly he tries to contain them, each stroke of his hand evoking a wetter, sloppier sensation as Jimin grows more and more aroused until his tip weeps droplets of precum.

It requires no time at all for him to devolve into a pleasure induced mess, embarrassingly thick waves of brown sugar slick pouring from his clenched rim to drench the back of his nightgown and stain their only set of freshly cleaned sheets.

Jungkook uses the mind numbing distraction to his advantage, arousal bleeding from his amber scent as he works Jimin faster and more intently. Nothing too crazy, but enough to have his cock twitching while he verges towards his release at lightning speed. When he wordlessly dips his hand even lower to flutter the pad of his thumb over the omega’s throbbing ring of muscles, Jimin throws his head back in a broken moan that paints his cheeks even redder.

“Why are you hiding, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks, darkness staining his amusement when he smirks at Jimin’s poor attempt to shy away now that they both removed their clothing. “I’ve already looked at your cute little cock and hole, no reason to cover yourself now.”

“S’different now.” Jimin whines, electrified by the sensation of Jungkook settling his weight between his thighs and draping over him so warmly.

“I suppose so.” Jungkook hums, bodies addictingly close when he prods the head of his cock against the omega’s slick drenched, finger stretched hole.

“A-Are… Are you goin’ to knot me?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, halting his movements for this brief intermission. “Then we’ll share our bites.”

“Alright.” Jimin replies breathlessly, the coil in his stomach wound so tightly that he worries he might burst at any second. “I, uh… I don’t think I can last much longer, m’already so close.”

“Me too. Don’t worry.” Jungkook grunts lowly, cock lengthy and thick and dripping with Jimin’s slick now that the alpha spent a few minutes stroking himself.

Though the initial stretch of Jungkook’s cock forcing its way into the depths of his insides does sting a fair amount, the breath punched from Jimin’s lungs while he lies back and helplessly allows the intrusion for the first time in his entire life, every agonizingly slow thrust after that grows more and more pleasurable until it hardly aches at all, his tiny fingers gripping the sheets beneath his hips and his heart hammering away in his chest.

Neither of them say much of anything, lost for words in the throes of pleasure that drag them both into a place of unbridled delight as their bodies indulge in an entirely foreign sense of satisfaction. Jungkook’s hips smack into Jimin’s ass, squelching and slapping noises reverberating embarrassingly loudly off of the walls while the alpha’s grunts mix with his pitiful whimpers.

“Y-You… You go first, alpha. Bite me first. I want you to do it.” Jimin whines in a high pitched tone, too overwhelmed to think straight with Jungkook’s massive knot splitting him open. “Mate me.”

“Okay.” Jungkook replies gruffly, the only warning before he bares his teeth and pierces them through the tender flesh of his exposed neck.

“Oh, oh gods. Oh my days. Oh, please.” Jimin cries out, unable to do anything except allow the consuming rush of pleasure to accompany the pain and drown him in his own release while he receives the mark that will bound their souls together for all of eternity. “Oh, oh, oh—“

“Your turn.” Jungkook all but growls, brushing his thumbs over Jimin’s eyelids to gently bring him back to reality. “Bite me, omega.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Jimin nods, hands trembling when he reaches up to cup the alpha’s neck in his hands.

“Holy fuck.” Jungkook shouts, seemingly overtaken with ecstasy given the way he closes his eyes, releases guttural groans from deep within his chest, and shoots steaming ropes of cum inside of Jimin’s battered hole that squeezes him tightly. “So good, feels so good.”

A couple of minutes pass while they let the dust settle around them, the heat of the moment passing to leave them intimately connected with their mating bites throbbing in pain. Their bodies press together in every way imaginable, bound by the knot that keeps them as close as two people can get. Jimin feels every beat of his mate’s heart, the heat of his breaths against his ear, how his chest rises and falls, and the racing emotions rushing through his veins.

Too much all at once, the weight of the world crashing down over his shoulders before he can even comprehend what he feels, reduced to quiet sniffles and wracking hiccups in the blink of an eye.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, body stiff and heavy when he pulls back to look at the omega with knitted eyebrows and a heavy frown.

“M’sorry, I d-don’t know why I’m cryin’.” Jimin replies with a defeated gasp, his neck burning something fierce and his heart aching for his home and his body physically pushed to its limits, embarrassed by his own actions even as they happen. “I’m alright.”

“Does it hurt too terribly?” Jungkook questions gently, only hesitating for a brief second before he reaches out to swipe away the tears accumulating beneath the omega’s eyes.

“Not too badly. I just… I want… Will you hold me?” Jimin whispers softly, craving affection and warmth like never before.

“Sure, sweetheart.” Jungkook says instantly, the pet name not going unnoticed this time, both of them sharing a pointed stare as Jimin’s cheeks burn even hotter. It makes him want to cry harder, yearning to be wrapped up in comfort. “Let me just move us into a more comfortable position.”

A pathetic whine rips from Jimin’s throat when the knot inside of him tugs against his raw, stretched walls, more fat tears streaming down his cheeks while he falls limp to allow his mate to flip their bodies until he straddles the alpha’s waist and lies with his head against Jungkook’s chest. He initially feels stiff and awkward, but it melts away when Jimin buries his face in the sensitive flesh of his neck.

“We’re mates now.” Jimin whispers ever so gently, much more subdued and calm after a few minutes, almost dazed from the circular motions Jungkook rubs over the back of his neck where he would receive a scruffing.

“We are.” Jungkook nods in agreement, pulling the thick blankets up to cover their bodies in much needed warmth.

“Tomorrow we start from the beginning to build a happy life together.” Jimin says with delight and mirth tickling his belly, he yawns big and breathy before he lets his heavy eyes flutter closed. “Right now, I just want to sleep.”

Notes:

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Chapter 2: Settled

Notes:

Following the slurry of commotions involved in finally meeting his intended alpha after months of deliberation, packing up his belongings and saying goodbye to his family, trekking across the country amidst an intense snowstorm, arriving at his newly owned property to claim his home, and completing the mating process with his alpha, Jimin spends most of his time simply adjusting to the new way of life while he works hard to bring light to their days.

Waking first thing in the morning with the incredible warmth of their bed surrounding him like a hug, Jimin’s lungs fill with the wonderfully rich scent of amber before he even opens his eyes.

It requires several attempts for him to successfully pull himself onto his feet, loathing to leave his bout of comfort.

His morning routine remains familiar for the most part—dragging his slipper covered feet to the bathroom while the cold air engulfs him, washing his body to thoroughly prepare for the day ahead, using the toilet to relieve himself, and changing into heavier attire more appropriate for daily life—the flow of his regime offering a sliver of normalcy among the rest of his largely foreign circumstances.

With everything finished to his standards, the house mostly empty once the sun sits in the sky over the horizon, he plants himself at the dining table to enjoy a freshly brewed cup of tea and some biscuits they purchased at a market along their journey.

A peaceful air of serenity swirls around him while he soaks up the silence of his new life, only the crackling of the roaring fireplaces and the distant cry of roosters acting as background noise for his quick meal. It allows him a brief moment of respite to collect his thoughts and ready his mind for another day, attempting to offer himself grace while he transitions into this unfounded stage of adulthood that he never expected to live.

“Good morning.” Jimin says softly, his heartbeat steadily increasing when his mate strolls into the room.

“Mornin’.” Jungkook grunts, quick and simple.

“Did you sleep well?” Jimin asks even though he wonders if he shouldn’t, still learning how to navigate their budding relationship without being too much.

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.” Jimin replies with a little smile. “Did you already eat breakfast or would you like me to fix you something up?”

“I don’t usually eat breakfast. I’m not hungry in the mornings.” Jungkook answers, sifting through one of the chests near the table.

“Oh, okay.” Jimin nods through a sip of his drink.

“Thank you, though.” Jungkook rasps in his deep, rough morning voice, meeting Jimin’s gaze for only a second before he turns away again.

“Of course.”

Before he heads off to tackle any of the surmounting tasks on his mental list of things that need attending, he decides to sit down and write a letter to his grandparents now that he finds the time to actually put the pen to paper. Nothing too detailed or informative yet, just a swift reassurance that he safely arrived at his new home and officially mated with Jungkook. He plans to offer much more of the gory tidbits once time passes and he knows exactly what to say.

He misses them terribly every single day, the smell of home still clinging to his clothes one of the only things pushing him through from one day to the next. From their words of encouragement to their ample amounts of affection to their mere comforting presences, he already anticipates the next time he will receive the pleasure of seeing them again.

For now, Jimin wholly thrusts himself into caring for himself, his mate, and their home, all three needing a lot of love.

Handling their most frequented areas feels like the best plan of attack for the time being, so Jimin focuses all of his cleaning energy on the kitchen when he starts working for the day, filling up a bucket with soap and water to scrub every inch of filth, dust, and grime.

The conglomeration of dirt piles up in such a thick layer over everything that it takes days for him to properly absolve one room of its sins, working tirelessly in one place until his arms ache and his back screams for relief. He scrubs the countertops, the stove, the inside and outside of the cabinets, the floor, and the walls, going as far as soaking all of their dishes, utensils, and pots in boiling water to satisfy the itch of cleanliness in his brain. Of all the areas they use on a regular basis, the kitchen serves as one of the most important, especially for Jimin who plans to cook their meals.

Glowing rays of sunshine pouring through the windows illuminate the amazing transformation once Jimin finally finishes the kitchen, the metal on the stove literally sparkling due to how aggressively he scrubbed away the grease and polished the surface. Not a single evidence of the previous owner or the extended period of abandonment remains, the hub as good as new.

“It’s a-awful cold o-out here.” Jimin says into the barn as he enters to find his mate, his breaths spanning out in front of him in the form of a cloud. His jaw chatters, his fingers tingle, and shivers wrack through his body. “W-Way colder than b-back home.”

“It’s too cold for you, especially in thin clothes like these. Where’s your fur?” Jungkook questions, gruff and stern when he closes the distance between them.

“My… My fur?” Jimin repeats with a furrowed brow, pout pulling into a pursed position while he ponders the statement. “I d-don’t have a f-fur.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I do?”

“I gave it to you, remember? The thick black one that I made from a bear that hangs down to your ankles? Was it not to your liking?” Jungkook states blankly, blinking rapidly while he stares at Jimin’s face.

“Oh, right. That one.” Jimin nods, realization dawning on him. “I, uh… I didn’t k-know you were giving it t-to me.”

“Wear it next time you come outside. Gloves too.” Jungkook commands kindly, leading Jimin back into the cold as they head towards the house for a lunch break.

With an endless amount of manual labor stacking up on Jungkook’s shoulders and no way for Jimin to lessen the immense burden, he sometimes spirals into a pit of self loathing and deprecation, but standing in the squeaky clean kitchen while he cooks a hot meal to sustain both of them with necessary nutrients assuages all of his negativity almost instantly.

He adores feeling useful, like he contributes to their well being, offering his assistance all of these little ways that ultimately stack up into something lofty once he steps back to gaze upon the full picture.

Pulling out the newly cleaned plates from the cabinet, along with their sparkling silverware, he carefully divides the steaming food between their dishes, happily giving Jungkook the bigger portion of meat and bread since he needs more with his never ending amounts of physical exertion. Carefully, he walks to the table to deliver their meal, the two of them sitting across from one another in the dining room while they soak up the warmth from the fireplace.

“Did you do this kind of work back where you came from? Same animals, same tools, same methods? Or are things different around here?” Jimin wonders aloud, no issue carrying the conversation due to Jungkook’s reserved, less chatty disposition.

“Mostly the same.” Jungkook answers, pausing to bring his spoon up to his mouth. “Just a lot more of it.”

“Your family’s property wasn’t this big?”

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Nowhere near it.”

“I think my Ma and Pa’s farm will look like a garden compared to how much we can grow here.” Jimin supplies, still not even seeing the depths of the fields with his own two eyes.

“There’s so much of everything.” Jungkook rasps, shock thick in his voice.

“Yeah, I don’t really understand it.” Jimin admits honestly, turning to glance around at their new home, a conflicting rush of emotions surging in his veins. “How could one person need all of this? Four bedrooms? Acres and acres of land? It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Surely a family lived here.”

“Then… Where are they?” Jimin questions, the topic floating around in his head for the past three days since they arrived here.

“Good question.” Jungkook replies, falling quiet.

“Regardless, I hope it won’t be too much trouble for you to deal with all of this. The animals and the land and the crops. I’m sure it’s a lot. I don’t even know everything that’s out there.” Jimin says gently, proud to see that Jungkook finishes everything on his plate.

“Don’t worry about me, omega.” Jungkook states with an intense warmth dripping from his eyes. “I’ll be fine. This is nothing new. I did everything on my own back home, so I’m used to it.”

“Alright. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you.”

“I’ll take you out on the land and show you everything once we have a warmer day. Probably be good for you to be somewhat familiar with your own property. Just in case.” Jungkook suggests as he stands to his feet and heads towards the kitchen with his empty plate.

“I’d like that a lot.” Jimin nods, heart fluttering and lips tugging into a smile.

Subsequently proceeding his ample success in his endeavors to leave the kitchen spotless, the omega chooses to continue his cleaning spree in the living room. Though something like the bathroom or master bedroom might make more sense in terms of frequently used spaces, something hopeful inside of him wishes to adequately refresh the common area for their future use. Maybe, just maybe, they could extend the nightly tradition of lounging together on the couch like Jimin’s family used to do.

Scrubbing the couch and chairs seems most pertinent for the time being, working from the top down to make the area acceptable in every way.

Since it takes days to rid all of the surfaces of their filth, everything needing at least three or four good scrubs before it satisfies his needs, he merely begins the hefty process today, understanding that several more days of the same routine will surpass before it even verges on ready for them to enjoy the living room in its entirety.

He removes every last item cluttering up the room, stowing away the books, rugs, blankets, and trinkets in the empty corner by the door.

The stripped cushion covers of the couch, loveseat, and recliner all receive a lengthy soak in boiling hot water mixed with soap, the remaining parts of the chairs beaten and scrubbed to ensure all of the pesky dirt leaves the thick fabrics. He leaves them barren to dry out and fully clean themselves while he gives every surface a preliminary wipe down. A coffee table, bookshelves, an armoire, and a desk all sit in the spacious living room, each of them getting their first scrub of the intensive renewal regimen.

By the time he finishes his first steps in the living room and stops to allow his muscles a quick break, the sun nears dangerously close to setting in the distance, so he chooses to end his work there for the evening in order to prepare a hearty dinner to fill his and his mate’s bellies before bed.

He misses the multitude of ingredients available back home since this pantry mostly contains canned goods and old supplies, but he makes do for the time being until they can head to town to grab the stuff they currently lack.

“How was your day today?” Jimin asks sweetly, shifting his attention to his alpha sitting across from him while they meet again at the dining table.

“Good.”

“Yeah?” Jimin questions with a pleased smile, overflowing with warmth as he breathes in delightful amber, more than happy to spend time with his mate again. Jungkook nods, looking down at his plate then back to the omega. “Was there lots that needed to be done?”

“Mhm, seems like someone’s been stopping by to care for the animals and the property, but there’s tons for me to fix or deal with since stuff has been rundown.” Jungkook answers, nodding.

“I guess the outside is pretty similar to the inside.” Jimin adds with a hum.

“It’ll take a while to catch up on everything before it comes time to start planting in the spring.”

“Especially because there’s all kinds of stuff that needs fixin’ in the house before it starts raining all the time. You’ve got so much to deal with. I’m afraid you’re going to be run to the bone in no time.” Jimin sighs, stricken with guilt that his alpha has to work so hard to keep up with everything.

“I suppose it’s a good problem to have.” Jungkook shrugs, scooping up a big spoonful of soup to shovel into his mouth. He might not say all that much, but he works hard, treats Jimin well, and eats his weight in food everyday.

The atmosphere simmering between them still feels slightly awkward since they hardly know anything about each other, both of them gradually becoming acquainted with life as a mated couple. Nothing too heavy or uncomfortable, just lacking a sense of normalcy that comes in due time. Meal breaks exist as their only source of shared company due to the plethora of work piling up on their lists. Jimin cherishes every second with Jungkook that he receives.

“I want you to tell me about yourself.” Jimin declares after a pause of silence, eyes full of mirth when he stares at Jungkook’s handsome face.

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything.” Jimin states decisively. “Everything.”

“Hmm… I’m not real sure what to say.” Jungkook mutters nervously, glancing down to his plate then up to Jimin then back to his plate.

“I don’t know a lick about you, so I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. It doesn’t have to be big or exciting or interesting. You let me know anything at all and I’ll be happy.” Jimin replies honestly, finding it easy to truthfully admit things to Jungkook without worry of judgment or shame.

“Well… Um… I…”

“What’s your favorite color?” Jimin asks.

“Green.” Jungkook answers swiftly.

“Green’s a nice color. My favorite is purple. They go together well, so our house will be real pretty once we start decorating.” Jimin shoots Jungkook a beaming smile, pleased to learn even the tiniest information about his alpha.

“I’m sure it will if you’re in charge.” Jungkook rasps, voice low and rich in the air.

“Do you know how to dance?” Jimin inquires next.

“No. Do you?”

“Nope. I never had any reason to learn because I liked to stay at home with Ma and Pa instead of going out.” Jimin explains, wracking his brain for another exciting question to ask. “What season do you like best?”

“Fall, maybe.” Jungkook replies after a few seconds of deliberation.

“Me too! It’s cool and calm and cozy. Have you ever broken a bone?” Jimin lets himself speak whatever comes to his mind, thoroughly enjoying this chance to delve into his mate’s thoughts and preferences.

“I haven’t, luckily. You?” Jungkook gulps down most of his water in one lengthy swig, dark eyes trained on Jimin’s face, nearly all of his food eaten by now.

“Me neither.” Jimin shakes his head, struggling to finish his food with how much the conversation at hand distracts him. He feels silly for how much it thrills him to engage with Jungkook like this, but he can’t deny the sparks of excitement flourishing inside of him. “What foods do you like?”

“All of ‘em.”

“Really? You truly like everything?”

“I’m not fussy with food. It all tastes good to me. I’ll eat just about anything.” Jungkook states, seemingly a truthful response judging by how much he eats of whatever Jimin prepares.

“That’s a relief.” Jimin says, cheeks aching from all of his smiling tonight.

“You’ll find that I’m pretty easy going.” Jungkook rasps, sitting at the table even after he finishes his food, his amber scent strong in the air to delight Jimin’s senses.

“I think we’ll get along just fine.”

Jimin rises to his feet first, a weighty exhaustion hanging over his head that only grows more apparent with every passing minute. He wishes they could sit around and talk for hours, but the dishes need washing and the fires require stoking and life doesn’t wait for these indulgent matters. His feet pad into the kitchen while he soothes himself with the knowledge that they possess an endless amount of time to get to know each other like this.

It hurts his heart to climb into bed before his alpha comes in for the night, yet he struggles so hard with keeping his eyes open that it physically stings to fight against his body’s need to sleep. After living a mostly pampered life back home, all this cleaning really zaps away his energy.

“Goin’ to bed.” Jimin whispers, low and strained, catching Jungkook right before he heads out into the cold to do a last scan of the property. “I’m awful tired already.”

“I can see that.” Jungkook chuckles, the warmth in his eyes and the faint smile on his lips making Jimin bashful for some reason.

“Don’t stay out too long.” Jimin says, worried about the cloak of darkness engulfing the land and the biting winter temperatures.

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.” Jimin proclaims breathily, craving the comfortable safety of their bed while he sways on his feet, the heat of the flames in their bedroom fireplace beckoning him to slumber.

“Night, omega.”

The bed dips and shakes the tiniest bit when Jungkook eventually drags himself to rest, the heat radiating from his presence and the glorious cloud of his amber scent quickly soothing Jimin back to sleep. His body only truly relaxes when he feels completely safe with his mate by his side, falling into a restful slumber without a care in the world.

So far, Jimin thinks he’ll really enjoy having Jungkook as his alpha.

---

Down on his hands and knees aggressively scrubbing the scum stains from the bathtub on the first floor, Jimin momentarily halts in place without moving a single muscle, ears tweaking to hone in on the sound of familiar commotion occurring right outside of the walls of his home.

He waits to see if his hearing deceives him, eyebrows furrowed and mind devoid of any coherent thoughts.

However, when the noises of horses galloping and boisterous voices only grow louder, he springs to his feet in a split second. The washcloth in his hand drops unceremoniously to the floor, his heart races at worrying speeds, and he holds his breath with anticipation, all focus on the task at hand chucked out the window. Jimin nervously steps out of the bathroom and tiptoes to the front door to see what news awaits him.

Guests.

A couple of them, at least, hopping off of their horses before they move to stand at the bottom of the steps next to the porch.

It takes no time at all for Jungkook to quickly stride across the yard from the storage building in the distance, an unusually harsh expression painting his face while he yells something indiscernible to the omega. He broadens his shoulders and puffs out his chest, demeanor much more intimidating than what Jimin typically experiences from him.

Protective, he realizes, embarrassingly pleased by the display of fierceness he sees in his mate.

“Who is it?” Jimin questions when Jungkook pushes open the front door, maneuvering into his fur and sliding on some boots to prepare for the freezing weather.

“Our neighbors.” Jungkook answers succinctly.

“Ahh, I see. They’re probably here to introduce themselves and whatnot. Should I come say hi?” Jimin wonders aloud, skin tingling with nerves after a little more than a week here without meeting a single soul.

“Yeah, I think you should.”

The first thing that Jimin notices when he steps outside is the unmistakable glow emanating from the omega standing before him, a soul-gripping pleasantness radiating from his cheery smile, his chocolatey eyes, and his sweet blueberry scent. He appears extremely happy and bright, the yellow hat adorning his head mirroring the sun, everything about him disarmingly delightful.

Beside him stands a slightly shorter, calmer presence that wafts a cottony beta scent, the matching bites on their necks signifying their status as mates. With short, black hair and piercing cat eyes, his aura differs greatly from the omega at his side.

Jimin instinctively shies away from the sudden appearance of total strangers in front of him, timidly moving to stand behind Jungkook without even contemplating the action. His alpha’s immeasurable warmth and soothing amber scent work well to quell the anxieties bubbling in his chest. They don’t look threatening, not at all, but he keeps his distance nonetheless.

“Good afternoon.” The omega says with a smile, slightly bowing his head in greeting while he peers up at the two of them. “I’m Hoseok and this is Yoongi. I take it you’re the new owners of this property? We live just to the right of you towards the creek on the edge of your land.”

“Yeah, we just moved in.” Jungkook replies, deep and serious. “My name is Jungkook and my mate’s name is Jimin.”

“Well… Hi! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you too.” Jimin says quietly, eyes flitting between the pair, his icicle fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of his fur.

“We’ve been the ones looking after everything since Sungmin passed.” The beta—Yoongi—comments lowly, pointedly avoiding eye contact even as he speaks directly to them. “We stop by once a week or so to feed the animals and check on things to make sure it’s alright.”

“I noticed that it looked like someone had been taking care of things.” Jungkook rasps, crossing his arms over his chest.

“A couple of the cows got mauled by coyotes back in the Summer and a bad storm knocked a tree into one of the storage buildings, but things have been pretty calm besides that. Not much going on around here. We just kept it running smoothly.” Hoseok says kindly, looping his arm around his mate to pull him in closer. “Yoongi did most of the work, honestly. I’m as useless as it gets with this stuff.”

“Thank you for your help.” Jimin states with sincerity and gratitude, stepping closer to Jungkook’s back in order to shield himself from the cold winds and see the two guests more clearly. “I imagine things would’ve been much worse off without you two. We appreciate it a lot.”

“It’s alright. We’re happy to help, especially with something so easy.” Yoongi adds, kicking his foot across the dirt.

“We know how much this place meant to Sungmin and all the effort he put into making it a suitable home for you when the time came, so it hardly took any thought at all before we decided to make sure his work didn’t go to waste.” Hoseok states nonchalantly, like his words come so easily to him, oblivious to the way he leaves Jimin’s mind overloaded with confusion and shock. “We’re just glad you’re here now to enjoy what he built.”

“What happened to his family?” Jungkook questions gruffly.

“What family?”

“The ones that lived here with him.” Jungkook replies, cocking his head to the side.

“It was just him here.” Hoseok answers in his mate’s stead, a somber look on his face for the first time since they started talking. “He lived on his own for as long as we knew him.”

Both Jungkook and Jimin probably ruminate over the same types of thoughts at the information being offered to them so readily, the alpha essentially knowing as much about the situation as he does. He knows he was adopted by his Ma and Pa because his biological father’s beta mate died during childbirth, never even speaking a single word to the man throughout the course of his life. Next thing he knows, he receives a letter with a will and deed to the property he currently stands on.

It absolutely shocks him to his core to know that this home was built specially with him in mind, all of the space and land and prosperity created for him to live a happy life even without ever knowing the hands who formed it into existence. He doesn’t know what to think or how to feel, pushing it aside for the time being.

“If you’re interested in advice or some tips about how I’ve been running things, I’d be glad to give you a little bit of help since it’s probably a lot to take in.” Yoongi suggests with a shrug, glancing back over his shoulder towards the storage shed nearest to the house.

“That would be real nice.” Jungkook nods, taking a step forward before he halts due to the tight grip Jimin possesses on the sleeve of his coat.

“Us omegas can just stay here and look pretty while we wait for you to finish up.” Hoseok declares swiftly, not even skipping a beat.

“I’ll be over yonder, okay?” Jungkook asks, low and gravelly, eyes flitting between Jimin’s fingers clutching his coat and the omega’s big eyes. “Alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Jimin whispers, cheeks rosy pink and hot with embarrassment when he realizes that he causes a hold up in the process.

Very rarely does Jimin receive the opportunity to socialize with those outside of his family, a decision born of his own preferences and not a lack of options, choosing to remain in the familiar comfort of his own home with his grandparents rather than venturing out in town with those he would consider friends. Too much work maintaining relationships and entertaining others’ whims when he could be just as happy and fulfilled without it. He occasionally attended events, visited acquaintances when invited to dinner, or went to town to engage with people when necessary, but that about sums up the extent of his friendships.

“Freshly mated, I see.” Hoseok says with a knowing smile stretching on his lips, eyes glued to the still red and scarred flesh marring Jimin’s neck. “Does it itch a lot? I remember those days very well. I damn near scratched my neck off when it was healing.”

“Not too terribly.” Jimin shakes his head, fingers reflexively extending to ghost over the mark. “I cover it in paste to keep it from getting too bad.”

“I mean no offense by this, but you’re awful cute. I just want to reach out and squeeze your little cheeks. I’m sure your alpha doesn’t get much done with how much he wants to eat you up.” Hoseok states without hesitation, giggling to himself and shaking his head.

“Thank you… I think?”

“You’re very welcome.” Hoseok bops his head from side to side while he glances around at their surroundings.

“Would you like to come inside while we wait? I’m not too good at handling the cold and it could be a while before they make their way back.” Jimin asks, still in his house clothes beneath his coat. “Maybe I could make us some tea or somethin’.”

“That sounds wonderful!”

Being around only Jungkook for the past week or so left Jimin with the impression that he talks too much and possesses an exorbitant amount of curiosity, but that notion swiftly falls to the wayside when he sits down at the dining table to converse with Hoseok.

The fellow omega quite literally never stops talking once he introduces a topic he cares about greatly, asking questions, delving further into the discussion, and carrying it along until they exhaust it completely. It doesn’t bother Jimin, not by any means, bringing him a newfound sense of appreciation for those well gifted in the department of gab. Effortless, easy conversation, no need to ruminate over his word choices, everything light and simple.

By the end of his time with Hoseok, he learns just about everything he could ever want to know about him.

How he mated with Yoongi a few years back, how both of them grew up here, how they run their own little homestead to sustain themselves, how he loves dancing and singing and partying, and how he laughs at anything even remotely funny.

Overall a pleasant person to be around.

“Like I said, all you have to do is follow your property lines to the right and you’ll end up at our house eventually. If you ever have any troubles or need anything, feel free to stop on by. We’re happy to help our fellow neighbors whenever we can.” Hoseok states as he skips down the porch to wrangle Yoongi’s arm into his grasp, smiling as big and bright as ever.

“Likewise.” Jungkook grunts, staring down at his boots while he speaks. “Let us know if you have any troubles as well.”

“I can already tell my mate’s taken a liking to your omega, so maybe we can get together for supper or something and get to know each other better.” Yoongi says with a shrug, still not making eye contact with anyone.

“That sounds good. Jimin’s a great cook and real good in the kitchen, so I’m sure he would like that too.” Jungkook comments, speaking no word of a lie. “Might just need to wait ‘til the weather warms up a bit.”

“Well, we’re going to head out to town to get some stuff at the market. You guys take care of yourselves! See ya soon!” Hoseok exclaims excitedly, waving obnoxiously fast and enthusiastic before he trails off to climb onto his horse.

“See ya.” Jungkook says quietly, offering a goodbye nod in their direction.

“Bye! It was nice to meet you!” Jimin shouts out to ensure they hear him, surprisingly pleased with the turn of events and how things unfolded so smoothly.

---

Two abysmally dreary, impossibly cold weeks pass before the freezing temperatures dissipate enough for Jungkook to feel comfortable dragging Jimin outside to complete a tour of their tremendous property, the glistening rays of the sun shining down from the sky without a single cloud present to block its warmth. A slight wind blows from the east and the layer of ice on the ground begins to melt, thrill consuming Jimin’s veins when he finally steps outside again.

Nothing ever compares to the feeling of sunshine on his skin, fresh air in his lungs, the dirt beneath his feet, and life flourishing in full swing around him.

Spring couldn’t come soon enough.

“Close your coat too.” Jungkook commands firmly, hands not even allowing Jimin a moment to process the information before the alpha reaches out to do it himself. “This fur ain’t as warm as the other one I gave you.”

“Okay.” Jimin nods shyly, struggling to focus when amber drenches him so deliciously and heat flickers in his heart at the attention from his mate.

“I’ll have to make you another one before winter comes around again. Just one doesn’t cut it on days like today when you’re washing it.” Jungkook mutters mostly to himself before he steps back again.

“Thank you, alpha.” Jimin says sweetly, fluttering his eyes and smiling at his mate with starry eyes.

“Mhm.”

Wordlessly like always, Jungkook treks across the yard to lead them to the first stop on their journey through the grounds, turning back every once in a while to ensure Jimin still follows closely behind him. The storage building right near the house sits within a couple of minute’s walk from the front door, the closest structure to them besides the stable that they both already know and understand well.

A dark, faded wood comprises all of the buildings that they now own, the once rich and warm color bleeding away after time in the sun combined with the harshness of the elements.

The doorway into the storage container slides open to reveal a multitude of various tools and supplies, including things like buckets, paint, cloth, knives, glass panes, and bolts. Jimin doesn’t even recognize most of the items, not well versed in the tool facet of caring for a farm. They overflow in abundance from every direction of the building, hanging from the walls and stacked on shelves that span up from the ground.

“Whoa.” Jimin mutters breathlessly, stepping closer to scrutinize all of the little things scattered around him. “This is a lot of stuff. I don’t even know what any of these are. Do you know how to use all of this?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods, standing in the doorway while he watches Jimin fiddle with a bow.

“I guess it’s a good thing that my Pa didn’t give us any of his tools because it looks like we have plenty.”

“As long as everything works and isn’t too rusty, it doesn’t seem like we’ll have to buy any other tools before we start planting in a few weeks.” Jungkook states blankly, eyes scanning over the storage building one last time before he closes the door.

“You have everything you need to till the dirt and plant the seeds and all that?” Jimin asks with raised eyebrows.

“Better stuff than I used back home, honestly.” Jungkook answers.

“Good.”

In order to travel to the rest of the areas on the property without spending hours hiking across their land, the two of them jump on a horse and cross the fields that way. It saves an ample amount of time and allows them to cover more area without exhausting themselves, plus the added benefit of Jimin sidling up close to his alpha while they traverse from one area to the next. He soaks up the satisfaction of every minuscule interaction they share, delighted to the core to have his mate’s attention in any form possible.

The barn—slightly more decrepit than the rest of the constructed figures around their land, probably due to the length of time it resides on the property compared to the newer buildings elsewhere—leaves Jimin flabbergasted when he hops down off of the horse with Jungkook’s steadfast guidance, eyes blown wide and jaw dropped open dramatically.

“Why are there so many tools in the shed and out here?” Jimin asks in shock, eyes flying from one area to another while he contemplates the sight in front of him.

“The storage shed is all extras and this is the stuff that I’ll use daily to tend to the farm.” Jungkook answers thoughtfully, picking a hammer up off of the ground to place it on a table nearby.

“So you have double or… or triple of everything?”

“Basically.” Jungkook nods. “I don’t have to carry all my supplies around or go back to get a tool because I have them here.”

“That’s smart.” Jimin replies in awe, impressed with his alpha’s intelligent thinking and resourcefulness.

“It’s how a farm works, omega.” Jungkook chuckles deep and rich and low.

They walk around the barn to observe the expansive area that works to store hay, house animals when necessary, contain the necessary tools for farming, and whatever else they need, Jungkook silently behind Jimin every step of the way. He holds his arm out when the omega climbs onto the ladder to catch a glimpse of the upper level, breathing a sigh of relief when he climbs down.

“I think we could live in this if we wanted to.” Jimin states with confidence, the massive structure easily double the size of Jimin’s house from back home.

“It’s a big barn.” Jungkook concurs, never one to argue, trekking his way back to the barn door to wait for Jimin to finish looking around.

“Can you see our house from here?”

“Not sure.” Jungkook answers truthfully, craning his neck towards the direction of the house before he turns back to Jimin. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“Just curious.” Jimin says quietly, voice barely above a whisper, pursing his lips as he thinks about all of the possibilities that could happen due to their great distance. “It might be difficult for you to know if something happens at home when you’re all the way out here working.”

“You don’t need to worry about stuff like that.” Jungkook declares with conviction, helping Jimin onto the horse.

Arriving at the various fields that contain the animals brings Jimin’s heart so much joy, an uncontainable smile painting his face while he enjoys the cute little things running to and fro. From pens full of fat pigs to a sprawling field holding the cows to the multiple coops housing chickens, they own enough animals to feed themselves and sell meat to others. It’s amazing that Yoongi managed to keep all of them alive on his own.

Since they can’t exactly speak with the animals or interact with them in a meaningful way, Jungkook mostly gallops around to the areas designated for each one to show Jimin where they all reside. Anything not locked into their fields with a wooden fence lives inside of some sort of structure to keep them well and safe from the elements.

“Did you raise all of these too?” Jimin asks, thankful for the break of resting in one area so he can speak freely. He leans back against Jungkook’s chest, instinctively craving the warmth and connection of his mate, glad that he can’t see the raging blush staining his cheeks. “Pigs, cows, chickens, goats, donkeys, sheep, dogs. I don’t even know what they all were.”

“Not all of them.” Jungkook shakes his head, the movement brushing Jimin’s hair around.

“No?”

“Not lambs or goats, but everything else.” Jungkook answers after a minute of thinking it over.

“I don’t think we had those either. We didn’t even have sheep. Just a few of everything that we could use for food instead of having to buy it. Pa’s main concern was growing crops to sell.” Jimin explains from what little he remembers about the technical aspects of their farm.

The last place they visit is the overflowing, bountiful fields waiting to be filled with crops once the weather officially transitions into the next season, a seemingly endless amount of dirt and trees extending as far as the eye can see. Each one needs significant care once it comes time to plant, weeds abundant in each square inch of space. Tilling, fertilizing, watering, and preparing the ground will require more work than normal to offset the time it went neglected.

At least this aspect of farming can receive help from Jimin’s hands, more than versed with the tedious tasks that eat away at so much time each day. He used to go out into the fields with Ma to weed, water, and harvest crops when Pa was too busy, thankful for the hands-on experience now that he owns his own farm to tend to.

“Do you have any idea where you’re going to plant everything? Or what you’re going to plant in the first place? Different things do well in different areas, right?” Jimin inquires, ever curious, feet tapping against clumps of dirt near the bushes.

“I haven’t thought that far ahead yet, but I will soon. Not much time left until the sowing season starts. It’s sneaking up on us.”

“There’s lots and lots of area out here.” Jimin comments mindlessly, out in the middle of nowhere while still on his own lands. “Do you think we’ll actually be able to use all of this on our own this year?”

“I want to say yes.” Jungkook replies, low and deep while he stares out into the abyss.

“But…?”

“But I honestly don’t know if it’s possible for me to properly give that many crops the attention they need. If I plant too much and overcommit, there could be all kinds of waste. That’s the last thing we need.” Jungkook asserts with something uncertain in his tone, scent taking a slightly smoky turn that Jimin has yet to decipher.

“Can we afford living here?” Jimin asks the question swirling through his mind since their arrival, something heavy and acidic sitting in his gut when he dares to voice his concerns aloud.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook replies, gruff and thick.

“I don’t have money.” Jimin states plainly, no beating around the bush. “As far as I know, he didn’t leave any either. This life is going to cost a lot to upkeep. How can we pay for everything?”

“Why don’t you let me worry about that?” Jungkook rasps in his intoxicatingly deep voice, reaching out to retighten the belt holding Jimin’s fur closed. “I have some money for us to use.”

“You do?”

“Not a ton, probably not enough, but some. We can pay for everything we need to survive, the stuff for the animals, and the supplies for growing crops until we see some turnover in the fall.” Jungkook explains gently, the assurance and confidence in his voice settling Jimin’s surmounting worries. “We’ll be alright.”

“Okay, I trust you.” Jimin declares without question, hoping that things turn out fine and this doesn’t prove to be a huge failure.

“I have some plans coming together. Things are looking rough right now, but I’ll keep us afloat. I promise you that.”

“Plans to make money?” Jimin asks.

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, stepping back towards the horse and Jimin obediently following him. “My corn did real good back home and Yoongi says that people struggle with growing it here, so I’m hoping I can be successful enough to make some big profits. I’m also thinking about breeding the animals so we can sell off a chunk of them while still keeping our stock going until next year. Normal farm things like that.”

“I’ll help you however I can.” Jimin proclaims sweetly, satisfied with the way Jungkook’s amber scent washes over him.

“I know you will, darlin’.” Jungkook rasps in his rich, gruff voice, making Jimin weak in the knees. “You already do.”

The excursion into the great outdoors to tour their property assuages fears Jimin didn’t even realize he carries, abundantly pleased with Jungkook’s wealth of knowledge and expertise, how he handles things so effortlessly, and his strong work ethic that makes their life flow easily. He truly, wholeheartedly believes that his alpha will give them a good life, whatever that looks like for the two of them.

---

Living with a fairly routine schedule that ordains most of his days since arriving at their new home means that Jimin grows accustomed to the way that his daily happenings occur, attuned to rise shortly after the sun twinkles in the sky to enact his morning regimen before he enjoys a light breakfast and begins devoting himself to another area that requires a thorough cleaning, all meticulously calculated to ensure the optimal amount of work to run their lives smoothly.

He follows the same order of events without fail now that they settle into their new life as mates.

Day in, day out.

Because of how he strictly adheres to the outline that he curated for himself in hopes of leading their household in a positive, productive manner, Jimin notices that something feels out of the ordinary when the bulk of the morning passes without ever seeing Jungkook.

He writes it off as overthinking or delusion, brushing it aside to continue cleaning the master bedroom with precision, dedication, and ruthlessness.

When lunchtime inches nearer without a single sign of his alpha anywhere near the house—not a crunch of the gravel beneath his feet or the storage door slamming shut or shifting in the kitchen when he refills his coffee—the truthfulness of his seemingly random musings rears its head, Jimin accepting that something amiss has occurred without his knowledge.

The omega possesses no time to ceaselessly stress about the absence of his mate because the booming gallops of horses approaching up the driveway swiftly puts an end to all of his anxieties.

Jungkook climbs out of the carriage like nothing ever happened, pulling it open to unload the various items he procured when he left home without Jimin.

“You left without telling me?” Jimin practically screeches, rushing through the front door to stand stiffly on the front porch while his chest rapidly rises and falls with his heaving breaths. “Where did you even go? Why did you leave me here alone? What were you thinking?”

“I went to town.” Jungkook answers plainly, his eyebrows knitted into a straight line when he looks up at the omega.

“You went to town without me?” Jimin cries out in shock, barely resisting the urge to stomp his foot on the ground and burst into tears. For the first time in weeks, his heart aches with something other than homesickness.

“What?” Jungkook grunts from deep within his chest.

“I wanted to go!” Jimin whines petulantly, hands balling into fists in the front of his apron while he glares at Jungkook with unbridled disappointment. “You didn’t even tell me you were leaving or ask me if I wanted to go with you! You just up and left me here on my own without even thinking about it!”

Jungkook halts in place, standing frozen like a statue at the bottom of the steps, suddenly hit with the realization that Jimin is upset with him. He audibly gulps, his amber scent bleeding with bitterness when his dark gaze flits to his mate’s face once more.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook says lowly, voice scratchy and calm. “I didn’t know.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about it?” Jimin questions with a lump in his throat, valiantly fighting against the tears stinging his eyes.

“I guess I’m used to just doing things on my own without discussing them first.”

“D-Do you not want to do things with me? Is that it? Would you rather me not be around?” Jimin asks brokenly, too upset to contemplate the absurdity of his assertions. Times like this make it difficult to understand Jungkook’s feelings when he explains so little.

“Of course not.” Jungkook growls, showing more emotion in this moment than he ever has since they met. He frowns, sucks in shallow breaths, and stares intensely into Jimin’s eyes. “Don’t say that. It’s nothing like that, omega. I’m terribly sorry for leaving without telling you or including you in my decisions.”

“I’m your mate.” Jimin whispers, hurt that his alpha would fail to consider him at all.

“You are. I’ll never do anything like that again. You’re right, I should’ve told you I was leaving. That was wrong of me. Please forgive me.” Jungkook replies, sincere and genuine with every word he speaks.

“It’s okay.” Jimin says with a sniffle, the biting cold leaving his almost bare skin numb since he forgot to put on a coat in his hurry. “I wanted to send my letter to Ma and see the town and visit the market.”

“I took your letter to the post office.”

“You did?” Jimin asks, perking up the tiniest bit at the news.

“Yeah. That was one of the main reasons why I went to town. I also got flour, sugar, honey, oats, and bath soap since you mentioned we needed more. It was a quick trip.” Jungkook explains quickly.

“That’s good.” Jimin nods, wounds slowly healing now that the initial moment has passed, thankful that he at least thought of him in this way. “T-Thank you. I’m going to go inside now. It’s cold.”

The melodic crackling of the fireplace filtering into Jimin’s ears provides him with the perfect atmosphere to gather himself back together while he scrubs over their gigantic dresser along the wall, everything soothingly calm and abundantly warm as he allows himself this moment of respite to reflect on the occurrences of the past hour.

Despite the disappointment and hurt lingering inside of him, he understands that Jungkook never intended to hurt his feelings or cause him pain with his actions.

Just as it takes time for Jimin to adjust to their new situation, Jungkook needs his space as well.

Cleaning their bedroom serves as a major point of investment for him, wanting this room above all others to reflect how immensely he cares for their home and offers them a welcome place to rest their weary souls. Even if they hardly spend time in the room other than sleeping, something that Jimin contemplates often these days, he still wishes to dedicate the most attention and willpower to the area that directly reflects them. Their safety and comfort and solace where only the two of them exist.

He scrubs the baseboards, sweeps up stray debris, mops the floor, wipes away thick layers of dirt, dusts the curtains, rearranges the furniture, soaks the rug, and cleans the windows.

All in a day’s work.

Their meal times together surpass somewhat awkwardly considering the stiffness still hovering in the air around them, Jimin unusually quiet and bereft of engaging conversation due to the ache that squeezes his heart. He doesn’t hold a grudge or wish to punish his mate, simply not in the mood to carry lengthy discussions. The omega prepares them hearty dishes to warm their bodies and souls while also supplying them with the nutrients required to work themselves so diligently as they continue caring for their new property.

“It looks great in here.” Jungkook rasps from the doorway, amber billowing into the room to grace Jimin’s nose with the unfettered strength of his mate’s scent.

“Thanks.”

“Opening the windows makes it much brighter.” Jungkook comments as he scans around the room.

“It does.” Jimin nods, pleased with how things turn out now that he finishes up the last touches to make their master bedroom more comfortable. “The fire and lamps on the bedside tables also help.”

“You’re almost done with cleaning the bottom floor now, yeah?” Jungkook asks, watching Jimin fluff up the rug near the bed.

“Mhm.”

“I’ll have to come fix the windowsills once you move upstairs. Not much time left ‘til spring. Any more water damage and we might have to replace the wood.” Jungkook supplies with pursed lips.

“Okay.” Jimin agrees, not mentally ready to process the whole other story of the house waiting for him.

“You’ve done a real good job, omega.” Jungkook says in that low voice that sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine, deeply pleasing to his inner omega. “This place feels so much more like a home because of you.”

“All I did is clean. I still have to put all of our things away and decorate. But I’m glad you like it.”

Jungkook stalls in the doorway for a couple more minutes, utterly silent even though Jimin can tell that something dances on the tip of his tongue. He appears nervous, unsure, battling with his thoughts, ultimately choosing to leave his mate with one last statement before he pads away to continue his backbreaking work on the farm.

“I’ll take you to town soon so we can see what all it has to offer and get to know this place a little better. I never meant to hurt your feelings or anything like that. I’m truly sorry.” Jungkook states with nothing but honesty, eyes dark and full of unspoken emotion, the topic obviously heavy on his mind.

“I would like that a lot.” Jimin replies, a bashful smile on his lips.

A few days later, after the minor scuffle between them blows over, Jimin works up the courage to ask Jungkook to sit with him on the couch after supper, deeply longing for connection from the person eternally bonded to him both body and soul. He craves his mate’s presence and harbors no qualms about asking for what he needs, thrilled to curl up in the living room while the heat of the fire washes over them and the warm glow of the lamps light their way.

Even if they mostly conduct themselves in a familiar manner now that they spent nearly a month together in their new home, things like deeply personal discussions and physical affection still lack with the newness.

Slowly but surely, inch by inch, little by little, the omega hopes to develop this into something special.

Though his cheeks heat to the point that he worries they might melt off of his face and his heart thumps wildly in his chest with every shallow breath he takes, Jimin closes the gap separating them until they sit close enough for their shoulders to brush. He yearns for Jungkook’s warmth, something primal inside of him begging for the simplest of touches to soothe the part of him that lives for this very reason.

“Can I ask you something?” Jimin questions with a wispy, low voice, gaze nervously bouncing from his alpha’s handsome face to the fabric of his nightgown brushing against his knee.

“Yeah.” Jungkook grunts roughly.

“Your… Your family, before you came to be with me, were they very affectionate? You said you weren’t close with them, but what about physically? Did they show their love in that way?” Jimin wonders aloud, the notion gnawing at his brain until he finally works up the nerve to ask.

“No.” Jungkook answers blankly, shoulders tensing and jaw tightening.

“No?”

“Never.” Jungkook states with darkness in his tone, amber gaining an air of bitterness when Jimin sucks in a deep breath. “I don’t recall them ever being like that.”

“You mean… They… N-Not even a hug? No comforting you as a child or cuddling you to sleep or… or anything like that? Never?” Jimin spits his words out as quickly as they pop into his head, horrified and shocked simultaneously.

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head.

“What about your friends?” Jimin inquires further, struggling to wrap his mind around it.

“What friends?” Jungkook replies with such a deep voice that it rumbles in Jimin’s lungs. “I worked all day on the farm for mother and father, didn’t have no friends or anyone else.”

“I’m sorry your life was like that. It sounds very lonely and difficult. I can’t even imagine it.” Jimin says breathily, eyebrows furrowed and mouth downturned into a sad scowl. Even with only his grandparents to give him love, the omega still felt infinitely special and important and cared for. His heart shatters into a million pieces for his mate.

“It’s easy if it’s all you’ve ever known.”

Jimin pauses to collect his thoughts, staring off into the fire while he sifts through his mind to decide where he wishes to take this time together. His original plans to seek his alpha’s touch feel trivial when he knows Jungkook never experienced anything like that in his life. The somewhat cold, typically reserved, mostly quiet demeanor now makes a ton of sense when considering how he was raised. No one deserves to be treated so callously.

“Would it be alright if I touched you?” Jimin whispers meekly, heartbeat steadily increasing while he peers at Jungkook through his long lashes.

“If that would make you happy—“

“No.” Jimin rapidly shakes his head, refuting the idea before the alpha even finishes his sentence. “I want you to be happy and comfortable too. It’s not just about me. What do you like? Would it make you happy too?”

“I don’t quite know what I like.” Jungkook answers slowly, an entirely sensible response.

“That’s okay.” Jimin asserts with confidence, not bothered in the slightest, ready to support Jungkook however he can.

“But I think that if it’s you, it’s good.”

“Yeah?” Jimin questions softly, his eyes twinkling like diamonds when he stares at his mate’s steeled expression.

Jungkook, stoic as always, nods.

“Just… Just like this.” Jimin chokes out through a strained voice, barely able to breathe as he extends his right arm to wrap his fingers around Jungkook’s hand that rests on his muscular, bulging thigh. Nothing over the top or intense, just a delicate, tentative thing with their warm hands tangling together so gingerly. That alone leaves Jimin’s skin tingling with sparks of delight. “Is it okay?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook grunts, roughed, calloused hands easily engulfing Jimin’s tiny fingers like it’s nothing.

“Good.” Jimin smiles so big that it splits his cheeks, grinning from ear to ear, greedily breathing in lungfuls of rich amber while he soaks up the warmth of his alpha’s touch.

Neither of them conjure up any worthwhile discussions while they sit impossibly close on the couch with their hands tightly entwined, happiness radiating from their bodies like a fog that hangs thick in the air, both of them clearly satisfied by the smallest semblance of affection. Jimin can feel how their bond flourishes because of their proximity, how it brings their beings that little bit closer, and how the joy of their actions radiates through the mating connection. It may not be a monumental leap forward, but he appreciates it more than he could ever express.

“You smell so sweet right now.” Jungkook rasps in his throaty voice, eyes loaded with depth as they turn to gaze at his flushed face. “I can feel your happiness in my heart.”

“I like it.” Jimin declares without hesitation, wearing his emotions on his sleeve when it comes to something so meaningful to him.

“You like touching me that much?”

“Yes.” Jimin swiftly nods, heat simmering in his gut when he catches Jungkook’s gaze shifting to his bare thighs that peek out from under the slit in his gown. He enjoys the attention far too much. “My family is very affectionate and I’ve been missing the closeness a lot.”

“I don’t got much experience with all this, but I’m happy to give you whatever you need, omega.” Jungkook states sweetly, squeezing Jimin’s fingers that little bit tighter.

“I’ll show you everything you need to know.” Jimin answers confidently, filled to the brim with tingles of excitement, unsure how he can go to sleep after such a fulfilling night with his alpha. “But… I’ve never been mated before, so there’s some things I don’t know too.”

“I guess we can figure it out together.”

Climbing into bed with his silky nightgown brushing against his skin and the thrumming of his heartbeat buzzing in his ears, Jimin finds that he wouldn’t mind if Jungkook intended to crawl between his legs to take him once more like he did the night they mated.

Every single night he anticipates that it might happen, dressing himself nicely and ensuring he scrubs his body clean before crawling beneath the sheets, but it never does.

Jungkook simply blows out his lantern and falls asleep.

It never bothers him, of course, appreciative that his mate allows him this period of reprieve to adjust to their new arrangement and recover from the busy lifestyle filling their days, yet the longer they stay apart the more his interest in engaging in intimacy surmounts. The memory of their last private encounter intrigues him, replaying in his mind while his belly flickers with sparks and his heart pounds. Clumsy, awkward, foreign, emotional, and oh so pleasurable, an event that he hopes to experience again in the near future.

Above all else, he understands that Jungkook needs time to break from his shell to show Jimin all parts of himself, the omega more than happy to wait patiently until he reaches that point.

For now, something as innocent as holding hands will suffice.

“Good night, alpha.” Jimin says in his sweet, cloying voice, a smile still etched on his face because he feels the ghost of Jungkook’s fingers between his. The warmth and happiness lingers, spreading from his hands to his chest to his ankles. Amber engulfs him whole until he drowns in it, thick and consuming, the comforting scent pulling him closer and closer to slumber. “Thank you for spending time with me this evening.”

“It was my pleasure, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps in his gravelly, rich voice, sending Jimin’s already racing heart into overdrive. “Night. Sleep well.”

Notes:

the slow burn is slow burning again! there’s still so much for them to learn and get used to!! they’re so precious to me hehe

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Chapter 3: Deepened

Notes:

When the tiniest semblance of spring approaches on the horizon—temperatures needling up a handful of degrees, the sun extending its flight in the sky, birds chirping loudly in the trees, and color attempting to blossom amidst the dreary, pale palette of nature—both Jimin and Jungkook fling headfirst into a new mindset that readily accommodates the change, the somewhat subdued, less demanding time of the year officially coming to pass in their heads.

Realistically, the course of a couple of weeks can’t possibly make that much of a difference, but it flips life upside down for the newly mated couple.

Jungkook spends hours meticulously ruminating over every crop they should plant, where each plant should be located, the timing in which they should start sowing, how much of everything to grow, the finances needed for each aspect of their lives, when to start selling animals, the appropriate timing for slaughter, and a multitude of other things that Jimin fails to comprehend.

They thrust themselves wholeheartedly into caring for the wealth of property now in their possession, the time to dawdle completely fading away with the arrival of the busiest times of the year steadily nearing with every passing day.

It gets easier and easier to coexist as mates, routines perfectly orchestrated for a conducive life that allows both productive work and necessary bonding.

They possess no other option than to thrive.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat breakfast? I know you mentioned that you’re not hungry, but you need lots and lots of food to keep you going throughout the day. You work extra hard, so you need to eat extra to fuel your body.” Jimin comments, full of concern for his mate, instincts bristled by the lack of food his alpha consumes for the first half of the day.

“I really don’t need it, omega. I’m fine. I eat plenty during lunch and supper.” Jungkook replies, morning voice rough and rocky so early in the day.

“If you say so.” Jimin mutters under his breath, just happy that his alpha at least drinks coffee.

“All your worryin’s going to give you wrinkles.” Jungkook states with a raised eyebrow, shamelessly reaching over to thumb over Jimin’s forehead.

“You better still think I’m pretty even if it does!”

“Tell me what’s on the agenda for today.” Jungkook chuckles in amusement, sitting on the front porch beside the omega while they enjoy their hot drinks before the chaos of the day truly begins. “What do you need me to do?”

“Replace the windowsills in the upstairs bedrooms. Repair the hole in the floor near the second bathroom. Carry the piles of junk down to the living room. Help me decide what to keep and what to get rid of.” Jimin hums, tapping his finger against his chin while he ponders over his mental list. “I think that’s it.”

“A full roster.” Jungkook comments, dark eyes staring off into the distance while Jimin admires his strong jawline and handsome features.

“Is it too much?” Jimin asks quietly, worried.

“No.” Jungkook swiftly shakes his head. “I’ll take care of whatever you need.”

“Thank you, alpha. I just want to hurry up and finish cleaning the house so I can move onto the fun stuff soon. Plus, we’ll be having more and more to work on once the crops start growing. Better to do it now.”

“You’re right.” Jungkook agrees, turning to shoot Jimin a heartwarming smile before he stands to his feet with his empty mug. “We’ll get it done after lunch.”

In the interim period between eating breakfast and cooking lunch, Jimin allots his time to finishing up the cleaning process of the spare bedrooms upstairs. Since the entire first floor, including the kitchen, dining room, living room, master bedroom, bathroom, and spare bedroom, is polished up to his standards, he only needs to complete the last few rooms to close off this section of the house renovations. Luckily for him, these rooms also contain the least amounts of furniture and things to clean.

A thorough scrubbing of the walls, washing down the wardrobes, moving the clutter to one corner of the rooms, sweeping and mopping the floors, and wiping up the dust remaining, each of the steps together only taking a few days for both bedrooms combined.

Since he only needs to wrap everything up and offer the finishing touches, he enlists Jungkook’s help to repair the noticeable damage before officially calling it quits for that part of the house.

Standing atop the stairs overlooking their expansive home feels surreal.

This…

This is home.

He doesn’t know how long it will take for it to actually feel like theirs, for the newness of the situation to dissipate enough for him to not live every day in utter disbelief, but he still shudders in shock that this wonderfully spacious, incredibly nice, overly accommodating house belongs to him and Jungkook and whatever additions they may add to their family in the future.

Caring for it brings him immense pride, overjoyed to wholly devote himself to the space that represents him and his mate.

From the cleanliness to the ample supplies in the pantry to the decorations adorning the walls, he greatly tends to each part of their personal space so that it reflects how richly they live with an abundance of happiness and grace and love.

Only once he finishes up the cleaning to his satisfaction does he finally drag himself downstairs to prepare a lunch that will fill them both until supper, happily baking a fresh loaf of bread with hearty stew that he plates on the table before Jungkook even treks through the front door. Steam billows from their bowls, place settings neatly arranged on either side of the table, their cold drinks ready along with their napkins in case of any mishaps. A table overloaded with careful attention and ample devotion that makes Jimin’s heart sing with delight.

Never in a million years did he expect to end up in a position like this, so deeply fulfilled by tending to his home, caring for his mate, and ensuring their lives run smoothly.

“One of the only memories I got of my childhood is when my older brother built me a rope swing on the tree near the house. He climbed all the way up to the tallest branch and tied it there then pushed me for what felt like hours. It was a real good time.” Jungkook describes every word with a dazzling smile on his face and enthusiasm in his voice, speaking more than Jimin has ever heard from him at one time.

“Aww! That’s so cute! How old were you?” Jimin gushes, heart swelling in his chest at the adorable imagery of his young mate.

“Hmm… 5, maybe?”

“The perfect age for a rope swing!” Jimin exclaims happily, sipping on his water while he enjoys the sight of his mate indulging in pleasant nostalgia. “What’s the age gap between you and your brother?”

“I believe there’s about 20 years between me and the next youngest.” Jungkook answers, pursing his lips while he thinks it over.

“20?” Jimin repeats in shock, not believing what he hears, his jaw dramatically dropping to the table.

“Yeah, there’s a big gap.”

“That’s like a whole generation of a difference! It makes sense why you’re not very close with them. Did they even live at home when you were born?” Jimin prods further, way too curious to drop the topic.

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head, a clear shift in his demeanor as he stiffens his shoulders, clenches his jaw, and looks away at the table. “That’s why my parents had me.”

“They didn’t want to be empty nesters?” Jimin asks, mostly in jest.

“They needed someone to do all the work on the property since everyone else left to start their own families.” Jungkook states quietly, scraping his fork across his empty plate.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook replies in a gritty voice.

“It feels like we’re opposites in a lot of ways. Not just how we were raised and the lives we lived, but also our personalities. Things have been quite different for us.” Jimin comments thoughtfully, a simple observation after a month of being together like this.

“I agree.” Jungkook nods.

“You know what they say. Opposites attract. Maybe that’s why we get along so well.” Jimin says gently, thankful for the pleasant spike of amber wafting into his nose.

“Maybe.” Jungkook’s dark eyes fly over to him for just a second before darting away again. “I think you’re just easy to be around.”

“Really?” Jimin asks, eyes wide and dripping with mirth, his heart fluttering at the compliment from his alpha.

Jungkook, slightly timid, nods.

“I think you’re easy to be around too.” Jimin asserts decisively, flashing Jungkook a pretty smile. “I like that you don’t get tired of me asking lots of questions and how you listen to me and that you’re always so nice.”

“Thank you.”

The work after lunch hardly requires any input from Jimin whatsoever considering he knows next to nothing about repairing damaged houses, but he follows Jungkook upstairs and supervises the whole thing regardless. He seizes every opportunity to soak up his mate’s presence, refusing to turn down the chance to spend more time in his company. Even just standing on the sidelines and watching fills him with a sense of delight that he never experienced before getting mated.

A frontline view to watch the alpha work satisfies something heavy and longing in Jimin’s gut, eyes glued to the massive curve of his bicep with every swing of the hammer, how sweat drips down his temples when he rips away the broken pieces of wood, his lengthy fingers effortlessly wrapping around huge objects with ease, and the way in which his muscles striate and bulge when he carries things around.

Completely foreign sensations grace his body now that he has an incredibly handsome, capable alpha around all of the time, the newness of his own feelings causing his mind to wander to previously unexplored depths.

“Watch your step, omega.” Jungkook rasps, gruff and strained in Jimin’s ear as he reaches out to steady him with a strong hand splayed across his back. “Don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”

“Sorry.” Jimin squeaks sheepishly, skin burning alight under the warm touch.

“Don’t be.”

“Can you step around and make sure there ain’t no more bad spots in the floor? I’m scared that I missed something and we’ll end up falling through a hole one day.” Jimin asks, terrified by the images in his own mind.

“Of course.” Jungkook nods, a seriousness painting his expression when he glances around the spare bedroom. “God forbid our pups end up stepping in the wrong place because we weren’t thorough enough.”

“E-Exactly.” Jimin nods rapidly, gulping thickly, the mere mention of such a topic making his knees weak.

Hanging out together while working on their house proves much more exciting than Jimin ever anticipated, content to sit silently on the floor while he observes Jungkook’s meticulous movements. The scent of amber surrounds him with richness and warmth every time his mate comes close, always something to measure or grab or bolt to the wall.

When it inches towards supper time with the sun disappearing beyond the treeline in the distance, Jimin forces himself to return to the kitchen to fix a nice meal as a reward for all of the work accomplished in such a short amount of time.

Unfortunately, their list of tasks carry over into their nightly couch time, but Jimin doesn’t mind sacrificing one occasion to hold hands and talk about themselves in order to finish up with the work that hangs over his shoulders until it bogs him down. Only a couple more hours until the worst of the home cleaning moves behind them, the much more exciting jobs of decorating, organizing, and personalizing just on the horizon.

“This is everything he left behind?” Jungkook asks with a furrowed brow, hands in his trouser pockets while he stares at the piles of clutter in the living room.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t want to keep any of it?” Jungkook questions next.

“It’s not that I don’t want to keep it. I just don’t know what some of it is or if we even need it. There’s a lot, you know?” Jimin replies quietly, stricken with something heavy on his chest as he stares at the remaining belongings of the biological parent he never knew.

“Ah, so my expert opinion will help you decide what to do with everything?” Jungkook jokes with a glimmer in his dark eyes.

“I want your help.” Jimin nods, smiling gently.

“Then let’s go through it all, omega.”

Rather than separately sifting through items on their own, they go through each object individually while they come to a joint consensus regarding whether or not to keep it, discussing the uses of the things at hand, where they can store it, or what they should do with the ones they discard. A smooth process that functions well for them, allowing them to quickly sort through the piles as they productively reduce the cluttered belongings one by one.

Most of the piles contain random stuff like sheets of fabric, scrap metal, miscellaneous tools, books, canning supplies, clothing, and horse gear, but occasionally they happen upon something more personal like handwritten letters that Jimin chooses to stow away for another time.

Jungkook proves extremely resourceful and helpful like always, swiftly finding a use for things on the farm, figuring out how to implement them in the house, or declaring they should get rid of it.

“What is this?” Jimin questions in confusion, holding up a thin, square object while he glares at it to decipher what it does.

“A knife sharpener.”

“Oh.”

“Keep that and put it in the kitchen.” Jungkook declares decisively, not even sparing it another peek before he moves onto the next thing on the chopping block.

“You can never have enough of these, right?” Jimin asks when Jungkook picks up some tools.

“These tools aren’t in too bad of shape, but they’re not really needed since we got several sets already.” Jungkook explains, examining them with scrutiny to see the few spots of rust and the places where they show their heavy use. “I think we might be better off giving them to someone else that could use ‘em more than me.”

“Okay.” Jimin agrees without hesitation.

This back and forth over the stray belongings continues for an hour or two until it slowly dwindles down into a much more manageable amount of things, neat piles of items to keep, objects to donate, and junk to throw away all sit along the wall near the staircase while they finish up divvying everything. Jimin holds something up, they decide what to do with it, then Jungkook picks the next one up and the steps move like clockwork. A well oiled machine of teamwork to remove this last burden from the omega’s shoulders.

“Hmm…” Jimin hums under his breath, clutching the little box in his fingers while he holds it up to the light from the lamp. “Get rid of it.”

“Really?” Jungkook questions, voice strained and breathless.

“I don’t wear watches. Do you?” Jimin shrugs, off-handing the final item to Jungkook before ridding himself of this task.

“No.” Jungkook promptly shakes his head. He pauses, eyes lingering on the open box, index finger brushing over the cool metal. His demeanor shifts the tiniest bit, almost imperceptible if Jimin wasn’t so tuned into his typical behavior. “I always wanted one, though.”

“Why didn’t you get one? Are they expensive or hard to come by or something?”

“Mother and father forbade it. They were real strict with money and anything that wasn’t necessary to keep us alive was a waste. I asked for one for my birthday once, but they said it was stupid.” Jungkook explains with that reserved, quiet voice that Jimin has come to associate with sadness and pain. “I guess they were right.”

Jungkook closes the box and leans forward to put it in the trash pile, not offering any further information about the situation. Everything Jimin hears about his mate’s family and previous home life stabs a dagger directly into his heart, destroyed by how easily he says things that rip the omega to shreds. Not once has he ever spoken about them in a pleasant way and that makes the instincts inside of Jimin cry out to soothe his wounds that obviously still cut him so deeply.

“You should keep it.” Jimin announces with conviction, pointedly staring into Jungkook’s eyes to convey the emotions devouring him whole.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, something hopeful in his voice even if it doesn’t show on his face.

“Of course.” Jimin says strongly, reaching out to grab the box and place it in his alpha’s hands. “There’s no reason to throw it out if one of us can put it to good use. I’d like for you to have it.”

“Okay.” Jungkook grunts thickly, seemingly captivated by the way he stares down at the watch with rapt attention. His scent sweetens so beautifully, activating a primal part of Jimin that flourishes in the secondhand happiness shooting through their bond. It both amazes and saddens him how something this small means so much to his mate. “I’ll take good care of it.”

“Of course you will.” Jimin nods, a pleased smile stretching on his lips, moving to his knees to dust himself off.

“Omega—“ Jungkook calls out, gruff and rich when it rings in the air around them. He apprehends Jimin’s hand before he can stand up, gently holding it within his grasp as he peers up at him through his dark lashes. His handsomeness steals the omega’s breath away. “Thank you. I really appreciate this. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re welcome, alpha.” Jimin replies bashfully, thankful for the compliment and horrified by the idea that this is the nicest anyone’s ever been to his mate.

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Standing idly in the kitchen while he gazes at the wrapped streusel muffins on the counter, the pastries residing inside an ornately woven basket decorated with a polka dot bow atop the handle, a wave of nerves washes over Jimin all at once, rising up to his shaky knees before it threatens to knock him off his feet.

He wonders if venturing out into the world to do things for the first time ever grows easier, appreciative that Jungkook moves through life alongside him.

When Yoongi stopped by a few days ago and took a look at the old tools Jungkook planned to donate, he suggested that they offer them to their other neighbors that live on the left side of their property lines. Apparently they always need any help they can get, so both Jungkook and Jimin swiftly agree to offer them to the family without hesitation. Plus, it provides them the opportunity to meet their neighbors and become acquainted with their surroundings. A win win.

“Are you ready to go?” Jungkook asks as he steps into the doorway in search of his mate. “I’ve got the horses out front.”

“Um… Yeah, I think so.” Jimin nods, grabbing the basket before he pads over to the front door. He stops to slide into his fur, heart pattering against his ribcage when Jungkook grabs it and helps him slip his arms into the sleeves. “You look nice today.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook looks down at his crisp trousers and button up shirt with a smile on his face.

“Mhm. I like it. You look very handsome.” Jimin confesses shyly, always accepting every chance to compliment his alpha even if it makes him blush so hard that his cheeks burn. His eyes light up when he notices the watch adorning his mate’s wrist.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps, his own cheeks faintly rosy. “I’m just tryin’ to keep up with you since you always look so pretty.”

They climb onto their horse to follow along the dirt trail that leads along the front of their property, continuing until they reach another driveway that indicates the next division of land starts. It spans nowhere near as lengthy as the journey up to Jungkook and Jimin’s house, happening upon the wooden home after only a minute or two. The first thing that greets them the second they arrive is the presence of little children running all around the yard in their coats and hats and boots.

A fairly quaint home, all things considered.

Kind of rundown with chips in the coat of paint along the wood and some broken slats on the roof that overhangs their porch, toys strewn about the land where the kids clearly like to play, a stray chicken or two pecking beneath the front window.

It reminds Jimin of his home—well, his old home—that contains more love and life than perfection.

A couple of the older pups burst through the front door when they see the horse holding unfamiliar people approaching their house, grabbing their parents just in time to have an adult trekking onto the porch as Jungkook gently helps Jimin onto the ground. The man looks kind and unassuming, a slender build with dark hair that hangs primly over his eyes. A pretty omega that holds a toddler on his hip.

Jimin hides nervously behind Jungkook while his alpha steps forward to introduce himself, shoulders squared wide and his chest puffed out in a commanding display that he rarely uses around his mate.

“Afternoon.” Jungkook says, tilting his head forward in a kind bow before he returns to gaze at the omega in front of him. “I’m Jungkook and this is my mate Jimin. We recently moved onto the property next door and haven’t had the chance to introduce ourselves.”

“Oh! You’re the new, young couple Hoseok was telling me about!” The man exclaims loudly, eyes lighting up when he steps closer for a better look. “How exciting!”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Haneul, go and get your papa!” The man commands with a shout, one of the taller pups nodding before he turns to run off across the yard. “Welcome, welcome! It’s nice to finally meet you. My name is Seokjin.”

“Hello.” Jimin replies quietly, peeking his head out from behind Jungkook to address the stranger.

“Hi, Jimin! He wasn’t yankin’ my chain when he said you were the cutest lil thing! I’m glad you decided to stop by and pay us a visit.” Seokjin gushes, his aloe vera scent cascading through the breeze to tickle Jimin’s nose.

“Yoongi told me that I should bring you guys these tools that I don’t need anymore.” Jungkook states as he turns back to reach into the pocket on the horse’s saddle, grabbing the items with ease. “Not sure what you already have or what you need, but hopefully this will be useful for you.”

“Thank you! I’m sure Namjoon will appreciate that a lot.”

“I, uh… I also baked you some muffins.” Jimin says meekly, holding up the basket so that Seokjin can see it better.

“Muffins too? You really know the way to my heart!” Seokjin all but squeals, eyes flitting across the yard when some of the children start yelling and making a commotion.

“Good afternoon.” The tall, beefy man approaching the front of the house declares with his deep voice, pulling off his hat to bow to them. “What brings you here today?”

“These are the new neighbors that Hoseok and Yoongi were telling us about. Jungkook brought you some tools and Jimin made muffins! Isn’t that just the sweetest thing ever?” Seokjin comments before either of them can answer, the alpha’s pine scent strong and thick when he steps closer.

“It is, indeed.” He replies, extending his arm to motion towards the house. “Why don’t you come inside and talk for a minute? I’m Namjoon, his mate, in case he didn’t mention that.”

The inside of Namjoon, Seokjin, and their children’s home appears precisely like Jimin expected. Messy. In the best way possible, no sarcasm or word of a lie, the life lived inside the confines of their home drips from every crack and crevice, the clutter and belongings scattered everywhere and chaos only proving how bountifully they exist in their own space. Jimin absolutely loves it, overwhelmed by the nonstop commotion and stimulation occurring around him.

“Where should I put the muffins?” Jimin asks lowly, not even thinking before he follows Seokjin into the kitchen.

“You can leave them right here. I’m going to get us all some drinks and then we can eat them together. Go ahead and sit down, I’ll join you in a minute.”

When Jimin maneuvers through the crowded space to return to the living room, hands fidgeting with his fur while his eyes search for his alpha, he finds that every seat on the couch is already full. He doesn’t mind, no complaints when he moves to stand near the armchair Namjoon resides in, but the alpha has other plans when he tells the kids to get up and let the guest sit.

Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—things don’t go as planned because one of the little ones knocks into Jimin’s knees when he strolls over to sit beside Jungkook on the couch, unceremoniously flinging him into his mate’s lap while he sputters to catch his balance.

His alpha, of course, dutifully catches him with his skilled, strong arms the second he falls into him, righting him on his muscular thighs in an instant.

Jimin feels one match strike away from igniting into flames.

“That works too.” Namjoon chuckles under his breath, somehow not distracted by all the commotion happening around them as the many pups shout at one another, sing at the top of their lungs, fight over toys, and play tag in the living room.

Jimin mostly remains quiet while Namjoon and Jungkook talk amongst themselves, too distracted by the hot arm wrapped around his back and the steady breathing of his alpha behind him. He fights against his awkwardness to force himself to settle back into a comfortable position, dizzy with the strength of amber at the impossibly close proximity. Sitting in his mate’s lap like this thrills him to the core, though he struggles to keep his thoughts innocent in the face of such enticing circumstances.

Not much time passes before Seokjin carries a tray of steaming mugs and freshly baked muffins into the living room, swatting away the kids’ hands while he distributes a tea plate to each of the adults. The toddler previously in his arms waddles around near the coffee table just babbling to itself so cutely. It blows Jimin’s mind how the whole family functions in this wild environment without a care in the world.

“Thanks for bringing us tools and muffins. It might not be a typical neighborly gift to the likes of some people, but it’s perfect for us. We’re grateful for anything.” Namjoon states warmly, shooting the couple a kind smile while he sips his coffee.

“We can always use delicious food.” Seokjin adds.

“And tools. We can never have enough with all these kids wanting to help on the farm. The more the merrier as I always say.”

“How many pups do you have?” Jimin asks with wide eyes and happiness brewing in his spirit.

“4.” Namjoon answers swiftly.

“Wow.” Jungkook whistles, tightening his grip around Jimin’s hip to keep him in place.

“Haneul is our oldest and he’s 8. Then we have Insook who’s 6, Jiwoo is 4, and Miyoung just turned 2. They’re all 2 years apart.” Seokjin explains, rattling it off while he uses his fingers to count everyone in order.

“You’ve got a full house.” Jungkook comments with raised eyebrows, glancing over at the pup attempting to climb up the wall.

“We sure do.” Seokjin says, boisterous laughter pulling from his throat.

“How long have you guys been together?” Jimin questions next, too filled with curiosity to refrain from asking what’s on his mind. “You look too young to have this many kids.”

“Oh, you little sweetie pie! You’re too kind! I always knew our good looks didn’t match up with our old age. We might as well be teenagers with our perfect skin and young bodies.” Seokjin asserts dramatically.

“10 years.” Namjoon answers, rolling his eyes.

“That’s a long time.” Jimin comments lowly, readjusting himself to get more comfortable in Jungkook’s lap. Every time he remembers where he sits, he flushes with warmth from head to toe. “A real long time.”

“We met back when we were kids and got mated the second we were old enough. It feels like we’ve always been together, so it’s just our life now. Kids and the farm and whatnot. It is what it is.”

“How long have you two been mated?” Seokjin inquires, soothing the whiny toddler that crawls into his lap.

“Um… I think… Like… Something like—“

“A month and a half, roughly.” Jungkook supplies in Jimin’s stead, not struggling at all to calculate the length of time they sported the mating bites on their necks.

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, shy.

“How adorable! You basically just got mated yesterday. That’s so fun. Congratulations!” Seokjin exclaims, smiling big and bright before he stands to his feet with the youngest pup in his arms.

“Thank you.” Jungkook rasps, deep and gravelly.

“Nap time.” Namjoon explains, pointing at Seokjin who treks across the living room towards the hallway.

“We need to get going anyway. I have a lot to work on now that spring is blowing in. We’ll be planting our seeds any day now.” Jungkook says for them, offering them a way out to return home and not intrude on this family’s time.

“It was nice to meet you two! Feel free to stop by anytime if you don’t mind being trampled by a stampede of pups. We’re basically always home if you just want to socialize or need some help with something.” Seokjin declares kindly, picking up his sleepy pup’s hand to wave goodbye.

“You too.” Jimin replies, waving at the adorable little thing. “We’re here if you guys need or want anything.”

“Bye.”

---

Warm.

Before Jimin even possesses the consciousness required to coherently conjure a single thought in the vast recesses of his mind, he feels the undeniable warmth engulfing him whole.

It reaches into the depths of soul to provide him with immense satisfaction, heartbeat thumping at a rhythmic pace that sends delight through his veins, lungs gradually rising and falling in deep breaths, and every cell in his body swelling with unfettered happiness until they verge dangerously close to bursting.

A glowing heat that rushes through him so deliciously that his skin tingles with sparks.

Only after several groggy flutters of his eyes failing to properly open—promptly falling back into dreamland to experience the wonderful pleasure that surrounds him like a warm hug—does Jimin barrel into enough of an alertness to realize exactly why he drowns in such devastating warmth, brain catapulting full speed into a wall when he realizes that Jungkook’s firm chest presses to his back while they sleep closer than ever before.

Shamelessly, he falls utterly still to greedily soak up the moment before the musings of life force them apart, intoxicated by the rich, sweet amber swirling around his head and filling his lungs to the brim.

He waits and waits and waits, unable to stop himself from cherishing every second he spends with Jungkook plastered behind him, his alpha’s scent pouring over him in droves until it stains his skin and drops from his pores. His stomach burns like magma, embarrassed by the need of his own instincts that rage in the pits of his belly. Feelings totally foreign to him before he entered his mate’s presence, desire increasingly more with every passing day they spend without engaging in intimate connection.

Of course, just as he predicted, the bright rays of sunshine filtering through the window as the sun rises higher and higher in the sky pull Jungkook from his heavy slumber, dragging him into awareness all too soon.

Jimin pretends to sleep for a tiny moment more, curious to know how his alpha might react when he notices their precarious sleeping positions.

A deep, lengthy breath.

Fingers extending to gently grip his hip.

The minuscule twitch of something hard against the omega’s back.

Jungkook abruptly chokes out a gasp before he flings away in a hurry, climbing out of bed to steal away Jimin’s delight in a split second. His heart physically aches as he laments the incomparable warmth of his alpha’s presence wrapped around him, feigning stillness until he ensures Jungkook fully exits the house to start his morning routine.

Hopefulness nestles in the fleshy walls of his longing heart, wishing that soon he receives everything he dreams of and more.

Though he misses the opportunity to sit on the front porch while they discuss anything and everything that comes to mind, outlining the courses of their days and planning how things might unfold, Jimin recognizes the duties weighing on his mate that require his attention from the very start of the day. Spring sets a crucial precedent for the success and well-being of their farm, directly reflecting how well their financial situation performs in the summer and fall when harvest time arrives. For now, working hard proves more important.

“What’s wrong with bein’ small? Huh? Are you bullyin’ your own mate for his perfectly normal stature?” Jimin asks with an angry squint, glaring at Jungkook while he holds the envelope over his head.

“I just think it’s funny is all.” Jungkook retorts with a smirk, chuckling when Jimin jumps up to grab it out of his hand and fails.

“After everything I do for you, this is how you repay me?” Jimin questions dramatically, dizzy from the close proximity while he attempts to wrestle for the paper. “Holdin’ hostage a letter from my own Ma? This is the thanks I get?”

“It’s payback for flinging a tomato at my face yesterday, darlin’.”

“That was an accident!” Jimin screeches, stomping his foot on the hardwood in protest.

“Was it really?” Jungkook goads, finally relenting to hand over the letter into Jimin’s waiting hands.

“Of course!” Jimin says sweetly, batting his lashes and smiling prettily, the whole thing definitely not an accident, but his alpha doesn’t need to know that. “Now wash up so we can eat. I’m hungry.”

Sitting across from each other at the dining table for meals somehow ends up being one of Jimin’s favorite parts of his entire day, each of the mundane moments becoming infinitely more exciting when he spends them with his mate that he thoroughly enjoys being around. Even if they don’t talk much, too exhausted from a day full of work, he appreciates the shared company more than he could ever describe.

“I think traveling could be nice, but I haven’t done much of it to know.” Jungkook shrugs, shoveling forkfuls of potatoes into his mouth with little tact or care.

“Same.” Jimin replies thoughtfully, pursuing his lush lips while he contemplates the mere notion of going far away purely for pleasure and entertainment. “Moving here was about the extent of it for me.”

“Would you want to one day if the opportunity arises?” Jungkook asks quietly.

“With you?” Jimin clarifies, slightly dumbfounded and distracted because he can’t stop staring at the sliver of bare chest peeking out from the top buttons of Jungkook’s shirt.

“Yeah, who else would you be gallivanting the country with, omega?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow and shoots him a pointed look.

“No one.” Jimin shakes his head, cheeks tinting a faint pink. “Yes. I would like to go with you anywhere. If you go, I do too.”

“You need to stop being so sweet. It’s makin’ my teeth hurt.” Jungkook jests, the spike in his amber scent enough for Jimin to know that he loves it.

“I’m just being honest.” Jimin declares with a bashful smile.

With the majority of the house scrubbed spotless enough to eat off of, the clutter of the previous belongings no longer scattered throughout the rooms, and life less hectic now that they settled into their arrangement as mates, Jimin allots most of his free time to putting away and organizing their things where they belong.

He folds all of their blankets and neatly shoves them into a chest in the downstairs spare bedroom, he finally places all of their clothes inside of their wardrobes, he puts their shoes in a rack beside the front door, he finds logical locations to store all of their miscellaneous items, he creates spots for things like mail, bills, and important documents, and he overall just attempts to place everything in its correct area so that it makes sense for the flow of their home.

The only other thing he plans to accomplish is to add personal touches like decorations to liven up the space with the brightness of their joint style and personality, gradually curating a list as he ponders what items to make or purchase in order to perfect their interior design.

It brings him a sense of peace and fulfillment to fuss over the minor aspects of their house like what color curtains they should hang in the kitchen. Making their house a home, dutifully curating a space that represents them as a whole, excites Jimin beyond what words can explain, constantly pontificating how to make their lives better in every way possible.

They both play their roles in ensuring their life operates well and produces the best results available.

While Jungkook tills the soil, fertilizes the land, and begins planting their first crops in the ground, the omega devotes an equal amount of attention to the inside of their property. He cleans their linens and does loads of laundry, cooks delicious meals to sustain them, cleans the areas they use most often, and generally creates a homey environment for them to spend time together.

“There’s something I’ve been wondering about for a while now.” Jimin admits meekly, nervous to address the topic lingering in the back of his mind since the moment he actually laid eyes on his alpha in the flesh. His stomach tosses and turns, eyes darting across the room instead of at Jungkook sits across from him at the dinner table while they eat supper. “Why did it take you so long to show up and mate me?”

“Oh.” Jungkook releases a heavy breath, scent bittering almost instantly.

“Now that we’re here and things are so normal, I can’t help but remember how disappointed I was every time your arrival got delayed.” Jimin says quietly, candid about his feelings in spite of his worries about disrupting their bubble of happiness.

“My apologies, omega. I never intended for it to happen that way. It was greatly disappointing for me as well.” Jungkook rasps in a gruff voice.

“What happened?”

“I didn’t have the money to pay your grandparents.” Jungkook states succinctly, sucking all of the air out of the room without warning.

“W-What?” Jimin stutters, somehow confused, eyebrows furrowing when his gaze shoots up to stare at Jungkook’s steeled face.

“I just… I didn’t have the money.” Jungkook repeats, pausing only for a second before he shakes his head. “I did have the money, initially. I did have it when I first wrote to your grandparents about arranging a mating with you. I did.”

“So… What changed?” Jimin asks, befuddled.

“I saved up all of the excess money I made from selling the crops from my harvest in the early fall. Whatever wasn’t replenishing what I spent buying all the seeds and fertilizer and whatnot, I put it aside to pay for our mating. It was a good year for my corn, so I made it pretty early on and planned to head out to get you soon.” Jungkook explains, low and slow, carefully choosing his words.

“Okay.” Jimin whispers to show that he listens to what his mate says.

“Then… Well… To be quite frank with you, my parents didn’t want me to go.” Jungkook grunts, emotions thick in his voice. His bitter scent evokes something rotten and heavy in Jimin’s heart. “They broke into my room and stole all of the money I stowed away.”

“They did what? Your… Your parents? The ones who birthed you and raised you? Are you serious?” Jimin gawks, mouth dropping wide enough to catch flies as he gapes like a fish.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods. “I had to start over again and save up the money to pay your grandparents. It was a good harvest, so selling the remainder of my crops gave me just enough. I found a new hiding spot for my money and wrote to your Ma and Pa again.”

“But…?” Jimin replies, stomach lurching into his throat while dread violently courses through him.

“They stole all of my money again.”

“Oh no.” Jimin cries out in a breathy voice, his devastation unmatched, a tiny hand flying up to cover his mouth in disbelief.

“Since all of the crops were sold and the winter was approaching, I had to take up work at the log farm in the next town over. I learned my lesson and had my boss keep my paychecks until it was enough, then I just took off with my horse and money without looking back.” Jungkook rasps with pain bleeding from his voice, the atmosphere suffocating around them.

“I’m so sorry.” Jimin whimpers, aching so badly for his mate and the plight he suffered. He wants to cry, narrowly holding back the tears lining his lashes to avoid making the situation about him. Comforting pheromones pour out from his brown sugar scent in droves. “I… I don’t even know what to say. A terrible thing happened to you. It’s just heartbreaking.”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook grunts.

“No, it’s not. I don’t like to speak bad on others, but your parents are just rotten people. No other way around it. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, you know that, right?”

“I honestly don’t know if I believe that, but thank you for saying it.” Jungkook answers quietly, his eyes glassy when Jimin works up the courage to meet his dark, intense stare.

They sit in the heaviness of their emotions while the reality of Jungkook’s circumstances set in, Jimin finding it hard to accept that his wonderful, kind, caring mate possesses such cruel parents who treat him so unfairly. It makes him ache in a way he never experienced, hurting as if he suffered through it himself. He wants nothing more than to make everything better and take away his alpha’s pain that leaves him this downtrodden and devoid of confidence.

“There’s one more thing I want to say now that we’re discussing this.” Jungkook declares timidly, straightening his back and clenching his jaw when he glares across the table once more. Jimin nods, encouraging him to continue. “Your grandparents refused to accept the money.”

“Huh?” Jimin breathes out, feeling like he received a punch to the lungs.

“They wouldn’t take it.”

“What do you mean they wouldn’t take it? Why not? But… They… They said… I don’t understand.” Jimin stumbles over the thoughts rushing through his scrambled brain.

“I tried to give it to them as soon as I arrived, then again before bed, and in the morning before we left. They adamantly refused it, wouldn’t even consider it.” Jungkook explains, swallowing loudly. “Your Pa told me that he was offended I wouldn’t stop offering it and said he would toss it into a barrel and light it afire if I Ieft it. They said you need it more than they do, so I should keep it to give you a happy life.”

“Of course they did.” Jimin chokes out through a gasp, sniffling in both anger and sadness. Two elderly people nearing the point that their bodies are too old to continue working need the money, of course they do. With their only child out of the house and moving away, they should’ve accepted it. Jimin loathes to think about what might happen to them otherwise.

“I didn’t know what else to do besides keep it.” Jungkook states lowly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jimin asks, slightly hurt by the withholding of information.

“I was afraid it would upset you.” Jungkook admits openly, pushing away his plate before he crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. From now on, let’s not keep things a secret even if they’re hard to discuss. As mates we should be completely honest and open about stuff, regardless of if they might hurt our feelings or not. Okay?” Jimin adds gently, emotionally overwhelmed and unable to process everything from their conversation.

“Yeah, okay.”

The weighty fog in the air still hovers above their heads long after their final meal of the day, both of them climbing onto the couch to sit near the crackling fire without saying much of anything. Jimin’s favorite part of the day feels less serene after the wealth of troubling details he learned about Jungkook’s past reality, but sidling up beside him to breathe in luscious amber and soak up the warmth radiating from his alpha’s body helps to dissipate the tension still dancing over his bones.

Connection.

He craves it like he yearns to skip across the lush, green grass with his bare feet, longing for something grounding and intrinsic to his very nature.

His inner omega constantly pleads for more, insistently crying out for their mate to soothe the rawness springing inside of him, filled with abundance every time he feels a strong hand along his back or a sturdy chest caging him in or the tight grasp of arms locking around him.

Jimin needs his alpha’s presence like he needs oxygen to breathe.

Curled up on the couch impossibly close—the omega clad in nothing but his silky nightgown that leaves little to the imagination—he dares to take what he so desperately wants, unapologetic when he reaches over to tangle their fingers together before he rests his head on the sturdy pillow of Jungkook’s broad shoulder.

They melt to a puddle of matter in tandem, souls seemingly breathing to life beneath the affection.

With the effervescent glow of the fireplace twinkling around the room and the gentle sound of the wind blowing alongside the exterior of their house, the two of them sink into a place of utter contentment despite the turmoil that ravaged their beings just an hour earlier. After working tirelessly all day, their bodies need to rest together while they allow the steadily growing bond between them to strengthen as they water it with the sprinkles of shared company and caring touch.

“Are you falling asleep on me, darlin’?” Jungkook rasps into the quiet stillness, fingers twitching when he rubs his thumb over the back of Jimin’s hand.

“Mmm.” Jimin hums, a rumbling sound from deep within his chest. “Not yet.”

“Then we better head to bed soon before I got to carry your little body all the way to the bedroom.” Jungkook says with a hearty chuckle, warm and pleasant, his lackadaisical demeanor leaving the omega’s heart tingling with delight.

“Would you really?” Jimin asks, bursting with tinges of hopefulness.

“Carry you to bed if you fell asleep?” Jungkook questions for clarification.

“Yes.” Jimin nods.

“Well, of course I would.” Jungkook grumbles in his deep, tumbling voice, soothing something in the recesses of Jimin’s soul that he didn’t even realize existed. “There’s an awful lot I would do for you, omega.”

“I like it when you speak to me so sweetly and call me pretty names.” Jimin confesses aloud for the first time, the lateness of the hour leaving him with more courage than usual.

“Do ya?” Jungkook asks, smiling proudly when he tilts his head down to look at Jimin’s blushing face. “I guess I’ll have to do it more often then.”

“That would be real nice, alpha.”

They crawl into bed only a handful of minutes later, offering sweet words of well wishes and good nights, Jimin breathing lighter after enjoying the happiness of his mate’s company, realizing just how much the good and bad like to coexist together in life. Sometimes things feel hard, but the gentleness of peace always swings back around. He appreciates that so much.

---

At first, Jimin thinks nothing of it.

When the dredges of consciousness tickle his brain enough to force him to flutter his heavy eyelids open, lethargic breaths pulling from his lungs while warmth surrounds him whole, it feels like a typical nightly occurrence.

He swiftly closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep again.

The second time that his body forces him awake while the blanket of darkness still drapes over the earth, he tries to ignore it.

Being smushed up against his alpha while the comfort of sleep swallows him whole sounds like the most perfect thing in the world, quick to ignore whatever attempts to pull him from his serene slumber that offers him a reprieve from the happenings of life.

After three times of being rudely awakened due to something beyond his comprehension, jolting into a sitting position while a shunted gasp tears from his lips, chest rapidly rising and falling in a worrying rhythm that has his heart pounding against his ribs, Jimin realizes that he wakes for a particular reason, the twitching of his ears and the fear coursing through his veins evidence enough of the warning bells ringing in his mind.

Thumping.

Booming, thunderous knocking sounds banging against the front porch, terrifying with the force and intensity behind each thud that echoes in the silence of their house.

At such a late night hour, the sun definitely nowhere near ready to catapult into the sky to bring light to the world, Jimin experiences such visceral fear that he thinks he might vomit stomach acid all over the bed in front of him, a million thoughts racing through his head and none of them even remotely pleasant considering the wealth of horrific options flickering in his vision like tortuous nightmares.

Whether a monster comes to eat them whole, or a bear wants to rip their walls apart, or an intruder seeks to chop them limb from limb, none of the possibilities fill him with anything except guttural horror.

Jimin wastes no time to ponder it any further.

If something threatens his life in any way, shape, or form, he understands the crucial importance of thwarting it as soon as possible to preserve the course of his precious life. Not just him, even a sliver of danger towards his mate enough to fling him into a primal sense of panic.

Jungkook.

The speed in which he flings around to aggressively shake his alpha awake should earn him some type of medal, violently forcing him awake to seek his protection and support during this uncertainty. He jolts upright in less than a second, shouting something deep and unintelligible, the dim light from the moon illuminating how he reaches out for Jimin as his eyes search the room for some kind of impending threat.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong, omega?” Jungkook questions speedily, heaving breaths tearing from his lungs.

“That!” Jimin whisper shouts, eyes nearly bulging out of his head when he hears the terrifying thumping at the front of their house again. “That noise! Do you hear that? What is it?”

“Huh?” Jungkook replies, not even hesitating before he jumps to his feet and rushes towards their bedroom door.

“Wait! You can’t just go!”

“Why the hell not?” Jungkook growls back, already swinging open the door.

“What if it’s someone trying to break in and murder us? It’s too dangerous! You could get hurt or killed or… or something!” Jimin shrieks in horror, heart aching with how violently it pounds, shaking as he climbs out of bed to follow after his reckless mate.

The following moments of quiet grip Jimin by the soul, deeply afraid of what might await him on the other side of their bedroom walls. He hesitates for a few seconds, bouncing from foot to foot while he listens for action just outside his door, trembling with anticipation as time drags on and on and on. It feels like an eternity passes before he hears anything at all, contemplating rushing into the entryway in case something gravely occurred to his mate.

“Shit!” Jungkook grunts in a throaty voice, his footsteps pounding against the floor after he slams the front door shut. “Shit, shit shit. Are you kidding me right now? What the hell? Holy shit.”

“What is it?“ Jimin asks with terror dripping from skin. “What happened? Is someone out there? Are you okay? Did something bad—“

“The cows!” Jungkook shouts, the sudden light of the kerosene lamp by the door flickering to life right when Jimin steps foot past their bedroom doorway. The alpha appears absolutely livid, chest heaving, eyes popping out of their sockets, and jaw clenching tight enough to crumble. “The cows are out! They’re… They’re everywhere! I must have forgotten to latch their closure before I came in for the night!”

“Oh, heavens!” Jimin cries out, rushing into the rest of the house in a panic. He wants to help, but doesn’t know how, hands flying around wildly while he watches Jungkook shove on his boots. “What are you going to do? Should… S-Should I come too? I can help you, maybe!”

“No, no, it’s too dark! I don’t want somethin’ to happen to you. Stay inside, please. I’ll try to get the dogs and round ‘em all up.” Jungkook commands gruffly, only grabbing a thin coat before he hurries to the door again.

“O-Okay.” Jimin nods rapidly, struggling to breathe amidst the chaos.

Every moment that Jungkook spends outside attempting to rally up the cows feels like a moment suspended in time—darkness shadowing the earth, cool winds slicing through the air, and uncertainty hanging over their heads—Jimin watching through the window at the valiant effort exerted even with sleep heavy over their heads.

His alpha rides behind the cows on his horse with a lamp swinging in one hand and the reins gripped in the other, shouting and commanding them forward while the dogs rush them in the correct direction. Most of them understand what to do and obediently fall into line with the others fairly quickly, Jungkook taking several trips across the property while he gathers them all up to return them to their fenced-in pasture. A few ornery stragglers require more energy to contain, but he handles that as well.

The clock ticking on the wall indicates that an hour passes wherein his mate gallops through the fields searching for all of their cows, each minute dragging on and on while he helplessly waits for his successful arrival back at the safety of their home.

Jimin’s stomach turns the entire time, twisting and squeezing painfully hard, breath caught in his lungs.

After spending nearly two whole months here at their new house, living as mates, and creating a whole new life, a mishap of this caliber feels inevitable. Farming and raising animals can be extremely unpredictable no matter how strongly they try to do everything right, animals escaping a normal occurrence with all things considered. As long as they round them up without too many casualties suffered in the process, everything will be fine and dandy.

He paces back and forth near the front door until his feet ache, anxiously awaiting his alpha’s return.

Nearly two whole hours.

By the time they Jungkook’s dejected, downtrodden, enraged body climbs up the steps of their porch to enter the house, his shoulders sagging and his eyes glued to the floor and his amber scent rotten with bitterness, the sun already prepares to rise in the sky beyond the horizon, bright shades of blue painting the edge of the world in the distance while things become lighter and brighter by the second.

Jungkook doesn’t utter a single word while he slips off his coat, chucks his boots away, and locks up the front door once more, then he turns to Jimin with a look of sheer devastation painting his features.

“I can’t believe I did that.” Jungkook grumbles, low and hoarse. “I’m such a fucking imbecile.”

“Don’t say that.” Jimin chides, perturbed by the choice in words and self deprecation.

“It’s true.”

“No, it’s not. You accidentally left the gate to the pasture undone. That’s all. It doesn’t make you an imbecile whatsoever.” Jimin explains softly, sincerity bleeding from his tired eyes, hoping that his mate believes him.

“It’s a rookie move. Those cows are half our livelihood, not to mention that we need them for milk and meat. Only a fool would be dumb enough to not properly secure them.” Jungkook says in a gruff voice, hands shaking and body stiff near the entryway.

“You made a simple mistake.” Jimin replies as gently as possible.

“One that could’ve cost us everything. What if they all escaped and we never woke up to catch them in time? They could’ve been eaten by coyotes or mauled by a bear. So many horrible things could’ve happened and it all would’ve been my fault. How could I be so stupid?” Jungkook grunts, breaths heavy and labored, clearly exhausted after such little sleep and extra physical labor.

“But it didn’t, though.” Jimin corrects, heart hurting from his mate’s anguish that shoots through their bond. “All of that could’ve happened, but it didn’t. You fixed your mistake and everything worked out fine. Don’t call yourself stupid for being human.”

“I shouldn’t have messed up in the first place.”

“Well, you did. We all do. Everyone messes up once in a while. Now that you know, you won’t do it again. Stop being so hard on yourself. It was an accident.” Jimin states as kindly as his sleep deprived brain will allow, pleading for his alpha to calm down.

“No.” Jungkook growls, angry at himself.

“Alpha.” Jimin whispers gently, unsure what to say or how to make the situation better. “It’s fine.”

Jungkook, ever so quiet, shakes his head.

They stand in complete and total silence while the sun rises in the sky, eyes glued on one another as a flurry of thoughts race through their minds. Jimin contemplates his best course of action and how to assuage the situation, stumped and defeated for only a minute or two before his dazed mind conjures up a simple solution. He hesitates for a bit, unsure how his alpha might react, but swiftly throws caution to the wind to help heal the pain grieving Jungkook’s heart.

“It’s okay. Everything’s okay. You’re alright.” Jimin whispers in his mate’s ear while he wraps him in a tight hug, pressing their bodies together in a warm embrace while he outpours all of the encouragement he can think of. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, dear. You did your best and that’s what matters.”

“But—“

“No. No ifs, ands, or buts. You’re so, so good and hardworking and caring and sweet. It was one mistake. Everything will be fine.” Jimin replies, cutting him off before he can continue his train of thought.

“Okay.” Jungkook grunts under his breath, nodding against Jimin’s shoulder.

The unrelenting stiffness in his body gradually dissipates while Jimin holds him impossibly close, sending him all of the love he can through the affectionate touch of their bodies. He sags in the omega’s comforting hold, breathing slowing and scent returning to its normal richness and depth. They stand there together for as long as it takes for Jungkook to reciprocate the hug, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s lower back to pull him in even closer.

Every ache, pain, and woe that ever troubled Jimin’s body fades away into ash along the earth, his soul breathing to life beneath the healing connection of his mate’s heart beating in a mirrored rhythm against his chest.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps, sighing when Jimin gently scratches the nape of his neck with his fingertips.

“You’re welcome.” Jimin replies in kind, smiling in delight.

Notes:

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Chapter 4: Awakened

Notes:

“What do you got planned for today, darlin’? Anything extra exciting or fun?” Jungkook inquires in his luscious morning voice, tumbling out like rocks as he sits beside Jimin on the front porch while they drink from their steaming hot mugs of goodness.

“Hmm… Nothin’ too fun.” Jimin shakes his head. “M’just goin’ to make some curtains out of the fabric I found in the spare bedroom. Maybe bake somethin’ sweet. Clean a little bit. Same as usual, I suppose.”

“You can sew as well?” Jungkook asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Mhm.”

“Of course you can. Is there anything you can’t do? I’m sure the house’ll look even better after you add your pretty decorations.” Jungkook states confidently, turning to smile at Jimin in between sips of his coffee.

“I sure hope so. It’s slowly startin’ to feel more and more like our home.” Jimin says with happiness abundant.

“That’s all because of you.” Jungkook asserts as he releases a deep breath, stretching his muscular arms above his head while the omega watches his every move.

“What’s on your agenda for the day, alpha?” Jimin asks, always curious to know, these little morning conversations helpful for preventing any of the earlier mishaps like when Jungkook went to town without even telling him he was leaving.

“I don’t quite have time to go to town with all my farming duties lining up, especially now that spring is fully here, so I’m going to ride out to Namjoon and Seokjin’s place to drop off an advertisement I’d like to hang on the bulletin in the square. It’s for a farmhand and helper. I figure since there’s lots going on around here, I could use some assistance.” Jungkook explains with a gruff hum, tapping the toes of his boots against the deck as he speaks.

“That’s a great idea!” Jimin exclaims, bursting with happiness at the idea. “You work so, so, so hard, especially now that you have to deal with crops and animals and everything. Having a farmhand will help a lot!”

“That’s what I’m hoping.”

“I bet you’ll find someone in no time.” Jimin declares decisively, positive as always.

“I’m awful picky when it comes to people being in my space, on my farm, around my family, so it might take a bit of trial and error. I guess we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?” Jungkook replies with a shrug, the sun high enough in the sky that it beckons him out into the field, his empty mug signaling the end of their brief morning communion.

“We sure will.” Jimin nods vigorously, insides swirling with warmth at his alpha’s words. It still feels surreal to call themselves a family.

“I’ll be back for lunch, but you can always come get me if you need anything at all.” Jungkook rasps in his low and rich timbre, shooting sparks down the omega’s spine.

“Same for you.” Jimin asserts in an instant, smiling big and bright while stars sparkle in his eyes. “I’ll make you somethin’ good to eat for all your hard work.”

“I’m looking forward to it, omega.”

The newest edition to their daily routine comes in the form of the hug that Jungkook offers just before he leaves their home, lingering around the porch until Jimin stands to his feet to fall into his mate’s delightful embrace. Neither of them say much, but they squeeze one another tightly and soak up the undeniable warmth and affection that makes their inner wolves howl in satisfaction. A simple hug, nothing more—at least for now.

After Jungkook bids Jimin farewell and heads off to conquer his mountain of responsibilities that pile up more and more each day, the time flows effortlessly.

Jimin sets out to accomplish his own division of labor, wanting to start on the curtains for the kitchen, prepare their linens for a round of laundry tomorrow, dust all of the main rooms, cook a hearty lunch and supper, and possibly bake a pie using some of the preserved fruit in the pantry.

He slowly ticks things off his list one by one.

Creating curtains from scratch using only a random sheet of scrap fabric actually happens much more smoothly than anticipated, measuring the appropriate size and cutting the pieces flying by in a matter of minutes. The more difficult endeavor comes when he needs to sew the horizontal line across the top to contain the curtain rod, needing to restart several times because he goes too thick or narrow or crooked. He needs to repeat the whole process again for the second window near the sink, slightly quicker now that he feels more familiar with it.

A consequence of devoting himself so wholly to his work is that he sometimes loses track of his surroundings due to how valiantly he focuses on the task at hand.

Jimin completely forgets about the world around him, nothing except the idle thoughts of stabbing the needle through the fabric before pulling the string taught echoing into his mind, everything else thrown to the wayside as he completes this act of designing decorations to liven up their home.

By the time that he realizes that lunchtime steadily approaches and that he failed to prepare anything, he flits into a panic, hopping to his feet to run around the kitchen like a chicken with its head cut off.

Even worse than forgetting to prepare a meal for his incredibly hard working, constantly exhausted alpha, Jimin somehow manages to burn the food he does whip up just in time, overtaken with consuming guilt when he plates up obviously burned pieces of meat with crunchy beans and bread as hard as a rock.

His shame burns so hot in his gut that he nearly bursts into tears when he nervously assumes his seat across from Jungkook at the table.

The incredibly handsome, slightly less quiet, abundantly considerate alpha, however, never utters a single word of complaint or even mentions the state of their food, shoveling it into his mouth while he quietly hums to himself and bounces back and forth.

Not for the first time, Jimin wants to kiss him so badly that it aches.

“There’s one little lamb that just loves to follow me around. I ain’t got a clue why, but she wants to go with me everywhere. Even starts crying when I leave her with her mama.” Jungkook says with a smile on his face, lighthearted and carefree in a way that brings Jimin secondhand contentment just hearing him talk. “It’s pretty darn cute.”

“Can I see her? I want to meet her soon! That’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard!” Jimin screeches with excitement, eyes wide as saucers.

“Sure thing.” Jungkook nods.

“Do you know how old it is?” Jimin asks, trying to picture the size of it in his mind.

“A few months, maybe. I’m thinking it was born right before we got here. It’s a tiny little thing compared to all of the others around it.” Jungkook comments, inflaming the itch inside of the omega to see it for himself.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baby lamb. We didn’t get a lot of babies back home since Pa mostly worked with crops and not animals.”

“You’ll be seeing more of ‘em if I decide to let some of them breed so we can sell a few of the older ones. I still haven’t made my mind up yet. They’re cute for sure, but it’s an awful lot of work to deal with while we’re already so busy.” Jungkook explains offhandedly, miraculously eating all of the food on his plate while Jimin struggles to palate any of it.

“If you get a helper, it might be more manageable.” Jimin suggests, drinking plenty of tea to offset the bitterness of his burnt meal.

“If I find a good one, then maybe.”

The mundanity of enjoying a meal together never grows old to Jimin, over two months passing since their mating and each little moment spent together still brings him incomparable satisfaction to the depths of his soul. He cherishes learning the intricacies of his alpha’s existence, the memories of his past life, and all of the minor details that add up to complete his personality, always looking forward to these times that allow them to simply live an ordinary life by each other’s sides.

“Your curtains look nice and bright. Pretty. It really brings the whole space together, doesn’t it? I knew you’d be good at this.” Jungkook comments as he makes his way to the door, admiring the change in scenery regardless of the time crunch.

“You think so?” Jimin asks, smiling wide enough that his cheeks hurt. “Truly?”

“I sure do.” Jungkook declares resolutely.

“Thank you! I think I’ll buy some more fabric when we go to town so I can make things for the other rooms. Hopefully I can find patterns that coordinate well with this one.” Jimin comments, full of mirth, hesitant to pull his eyes away from his own handiwork.

“Thanks for another lovely meal.” Jungkook rasps lowly, amber scent like a balm to Jimin’s soul as he pulls him into a warm hug.

“I, uh… I’m sorry it was burnt. I kind of… I don’t know. I got distracted and wasn’t paying attention enough because I was in a hurry. I’m real sorry—“

“You know I’m not bothered by that. Don’t even worry over something so small, sweetheart. It all tastes fine to me. I’m grateful for any food you cook for me with your own two hands.” Jungkook states with no room to argue, brushing it off like he didn’t even notice.

“Are you sure?” Jimin questions meekly.

“Absolutely.”

For the rest of the day, the omega mainly tasks himself with boring things like chores, committing to cleaning everything to avoid returning to the filthy, dusty, dirty state it was in when they first arrived at the house. No one really enjoys ample amounts of housework, but he certainly appreciates even owning a spacious home to fuss over in the first place. Regardless of his own desire to laze about every once in a while, he puts forth the necessary efforts to maintain their nice place.

He can’t help but wonder what his Ma would have to say about the massive property and formidable home he calls his own, actually sitting down to describe everything in a letter now that his mind feels less overwhelmed with his circumstances.

His skin still craves the warmth of his grandparents’ touch, to smell their comforting scents, and see them with his own two eyes, yet the pain lessens the longer they spend apart.

It takes four whole pages front and back to say everything he wishes, excited to send it off and hear back from his family again soon.

Jimin focuses all of his undivided attention on not burning even a single speck of their food when supper time rolls around, intently staring at the pots on the stove to ensure he maintains his due diligence, thoroughly pleased with himself when Jungkook returns from his day of physically demanding labor to a freshly cooked, deliciously steaming meal that tastes just as good as it looks.

Even if he never offers a bad word about the omega’s cooking, Jimin still thinks he deserves the best of the best that his humble hands can concoct.

They sit around at the table and discuss whatever comes to mind, mainly recounting stories of their first experiences on the farm because Jimin wants to know how his young mate fared in his initial endeavors. Whether laughing at their childish stupidity or sharing in the grief of tougher experiences, it ends up being a fruitful opportunity for them to get to know each other even deeper.

When their meal finishes and they gravitate to the comfortable couch in the living room, Jimin’s heart hammers wildly in his chest while he contemplates moving forward with his hopes of introducing a new form of physical affection to their repertoire.

He yearns for more, more, more until he can barely contain it, the shy touches and handholding and hugs not enough anymore.

“Do you like swimming?” Jimin asks, fingers tightly entwined with Jungkook’s while he traces his free hand up and down the bare skin of his alpha’s muscular arm.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods.

“Me too!”

“I used to go for a dive in the lake near my house when the weather got too unbearable.” Jungkook states with a slow tone to his gravelly voice.

“I bet you’re real good at it too, super fast and agile in the water like you are on land.” Jimin pictures it in his mind’s eye so well, like something out of a dream he would have. “I’m more of a float on my back or drift around in the current kind of person. Going too far or too deep scares me.”

“I don’t suppose I’m afraid of much.” Jungkook says with a hum, shrugging. “We should play around in the creek when the weather warms up enough to not freeze to death in the chilly water.”

“Yes, let’s do it!“ Jimin exclaims excitedly while he rapidly nods his head.

“Okay.” Jungkook chuckles, the little smile on his face always handsome enough to steal the breath from Jimin’s lungs.

“How about hiking? Are you into climbing mountains and gigantic hills and all that? Going to the very top so you can feel like you’re on top of the world?” Jimin questions next, ever curious about each tiny detail involving his alpha.

“Sure, why not?” Jungkook replies easily, hardly thinking about it at all. “I spend most of my time outside anyway.”

“One time I tried to go hiking with my Ma and Pa, but I ended up falling down the side of the mountain and sprained my ankle in the process. It was horrible. Pa had to carry me back down to the bottom when we had only just started. I never went again after that.” Jimin recounts with horror, shuddering at the unfortunate experience he remembers all too well.

“So definitely no more hiking for you.” Jungkook declares decisively.

“Then… Hmm… What about stuff inside like… like reading?” Jimin asks, the fizzling nerves threatening to eat him alive as the truth reason for his questioning sits on the tip of his tongue. “Are you into that?”

“Yeah, I’d say so. I used to read quite a bit when I was younger and had more time. Do you like reading, omega?”

“Sometimes.” Jimin answers quietly.

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook presses further, cocking his head to the side.

“I find most books pretty boring, but I did enjoy the romance ones my Ma got me for my birthday one year.” Jimin replies thoughtfully, stomach alight with anticipation and hopefulness and urgency.

“Makes sense, I suppose.” Jungkook grunts as he wiggles his fingers to readjust his grip on Jimin’s hand.

“H-How about, um… k-kissing?”

“Kissing?” Jungkook repeats in his deep, slow voice, clearly taken aback by the sudden change of topics from such innocuous hobbies to this. Jimin nods, fighting to maintain eye contact. “I wouldn’t know because I’ve never done it.”

“Ah, I see.” Jimin whispers gingerly.

“Have you?” Jungkook inquires, something dark and intense flashing in his eyes when Jimin fully meets his gaze.

“No, no, never.” Jimin aggressively shakes his head to ensure he gets the point across. He pauses, only for a brief second, chest swiftly moving up and down with his quickened breaths. “I… I want to, though. With you. I’d like to try it.”

“So that’s why you asked me that. It all makes sense now.” Jungkook replies with a devilishly charming smile pulling across his lips, his scent spiking richer and sweeter as it cascades around the omega. “You’re funny, you know that? You don’t need to come up with some elaborate way to bring up these things. In fact, you don’t need to ask at all. Anything that you want to do, you can do it.”

“But… But what if I don’t want to do it? What if I want you to do it, alpha?” Jimin asks in a sweet, timid voice, batting his lashes and staring at Jungkook with his sparkling eyes.

“I reckon you better get over there then, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps, intoxicatingly rich, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles over Jimin’s emblazoned cheek.

A peck.

A tiny press of two pairs of lips together.

A brief, swift exchange of mouths touching one another to produce the softest, gentlest smacking sound.

Jimin’s heart somersaults until it tangles in the vines of delight crawling up the walls of his chest cavity, overflowing with satisfaction to the point that he thinks he might explode into shattered pieces of glowing flesh. His lungs heave, his fingers tingle, and his lips pucker once more to plead for another wonderful bout of affection.

His alpha, of course, obliges without complaint.

“You too.” Jimin whispers after a while of exploring the feel of their mouths together, all but sprawled across his mate’s lap. “Anything you want, you can have. You’re my mate. If you want something, I probably do too.”

“What if you don’t?” Jungkook asks roughly, a hint of smokiness to his scent as Jimin pulls back to stare into the depths of his dark eyes.

“Then it’ll be okay. I’ll tell you if that’s the case. I don’t think it’s possible, though.” Jimin replies confidently and strongly, a heat in his gut that he just knows burns in his alpha’s belly as well.

“Alright.” Jungkook nods once for good measure.

They only remain on the couch for a little while longer, nowhere near long enough for Jimin’s taste, the night drifting later and later until it becomes dangerously close to impeding on their necessary sleep time. Only with great reluctance does Jungkook allow Jimin to separate from his side, offering one last kiss before they retreat to the safe haven of their own bedroom.

For the first time ever, the omega doesn’t wait for the middle of the night to make himself comfortable in Jungkook’s space, crawling across the bed to tuck into his side without a care in the world.

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“Omega!” Jungkook shouts, urgency dripping from his voice as his heavy footsteps thud against the hardwood floor. “Where are you, darlin’? Are you hiding from me? Jimin?”

“In here! In the bathroom!” Jimin shouts, loud and melodic, the sound echoing off the walls while he soaks in the steaming hot water filling the bathtub.

“Oh.” Jungkook grunts as he makes his way into the bedroom.

“What’s wrong? Do you need something? I’m just taking a bath and—“

Every conscious thought tumbling in Jimin’s brain melts out of his ears the second that Jungkook steps through the cracked bathroom door—a bead of sweat glistening down his forehead, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to expose his bulging, strong arms, and his scent deliciously musky after working out on the farm all morning—the two of them simply staring at each other in utter silence, Jimin totally naked and Jungkook definitely enjoying the visible view of his bare skin.

It takes a pregnant pause for them to remember precisely where they reside and the previous happenings at hand, Jungkook shaking his head even as he continues staring at the nakedness on display in front of him.

Unsurprisingly, Jimin finds himself enthralled by the attention. He adores it. His alpha’s scent thrills his senses with the thickness of his smoky arousal.

“Did you need something?” Jimin questions primly, raising his hand from the water to dance his fingertips across the lip of the tub. He delights in the way Jungkook tracks his every movement, impossibly dark eyes struggling to focus on anything else.

“Huh?” Jungkook’s grunt rumbles from the deepest depths of his broad chest, low enough to scratch the surface of the earth’s core.

“Alpha?” Jimin calls out with unfettered sweetness.

“Yeah?”

“Is everything alright? Why were you searching for me? Are you okay?” Jimin asks with gentleness despite how the roaring flames in his belly make him want to crawl to his knees and beg for his alpha’s touch.

“Uh, right. Yeah. I… I just… He’s here.” Jungkook answers, choking out his words.

“Who’s here?”

“Someone who saw my advertisement in the square looking for a farmhand. It’s a beta, says he’s good with animals and crops and stuff. I think I might give him a chance and wanted you to meet him.” Jungkook explains, turning towards the doorway with obvious reluctance, his eyes still lingering on Jimin’s exposed body.

“Oh! How exciting! I’d love to meet him!” Jimin proclaims as a massive smile stretches across his plump lips. “Could you hand me my towel?”

Truthfully, honestly, sincerely, Jimin harbors no master plan to drive Jungkook crazy in order to gain what he wants, simply not thinking about much of anything when he swiftly stands to his feet in the water to reveal the entirety of his naked body to his mate. He holds his hand out for the towel, heart pounding something fierce, only realizing the scandalous nature of his behavior when it’s too late. Jungkook nearly trips and falls over his own feet when he rushes to offer Jimin the towel, eyes massively wide and his jaw clenched painfully tight.

“Thank you.” Jimin says softly, slightly bashful now that the barrier between them disappears, wrapping the fabric around himself. “I’ll be out as soon as I get dressed.”

“Okay.” Jungkook rasps, strained and gruff.

When Jimin finally makes his way onto the front porch to become acquainted with the guest he hopes will help ease his mate’s immense burden of running the property solely by his lonesome, the man waiting for him appears nothing like he expected. Perhaps he should learn to measure his expectations because no one ever turns out like he imagines in his head.

A similar height to Jungkook, though not as broad or muscular. Warm eyes that crinkle at the edges when he smiles in greeting. Slightly raggedy, tattered clothing that hangs off of his slim build. Dark, wavy hair that nearly tickles his shoulders and a smile that squares up around the corners of his lips to form a rectangle.

He seems kind enough given how he sticks out his large hand for a handshake and slightly bows his head in a nod, his beta scent blossoming with crisp, fresh citrus that invigorates Jimin’s senses.

“Hello.” Jimin offers a simple welcome, shyly ducking his head when Jungkook strides over to stand beside him.

“Howdy!”

“This is my mate Jimin that I was telling you about.” Jungkook states proudly, extending his arm to rest his hand on the omega’s lower back.

“It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Jimin. My name is Taehyung and I saw your alpha’s ad about needing some help around here, so I thought I would check it out.” Taehyung replies brightly.

“That’s nice of you.” Jimin smiles as he turns to glance at Jungkook, then back to Taehyung.

“You’ve got a pretty big property to take care of. It makes sense that you’d need someone else to lessen some of the workload. I’m surprised you made it this long on your own.”

“Jungkook is a very, very hard worker that likes to do everything to ensure it’s properly taken care of. He’s got lots to get done and a particular way of doing it. I think it’ll be great to have someone around so that he’s not worked half to death anymore.” Jimin declares confidently, his lower back tingling where Jungkook’s big hand graces his flesh.

“I think so too.” Taehyung agrees without hesitation.

“I gave him a tour of everything and showed him the grounds. He doesn’t know all that much about growing corn, but he’s familiar with all of the animals and the rest of the crops.” Jungkook explains blankly, voice smooth like butter, the assured manner of his demeanor bringing contentment to Jimin’s soul.

“That’s good. You’re a lot younger than I expected for some reason.” Jimin repeats the phrase that still rings true from when he first met Jungkook, a bout of deja vu knocking into him. “Would you like to come inside for some tea or coffee while we discuss all the details?”

“Sure!” Taehyung exclaims after he turns to look at Jungkook to gauge if he agrees with the idea as well.

A refreshing swirl of citrus adds to the mixture of brown sugar and amber already thick in the confines of their dining room, Jimin happily flitting about from their table to the kitchen while he prepares their hot drinks. He enjoys listening in on their somewhat serious conversation as he receives the chance to accommodate a guest into his home, hoping that the current state of cleanliness leaves a good impression.

He proudly plops down mugs in front of Jungkook and Taehyung before pouring them a steamy cup of freshly brewed coffee, thrilled to serve them a drink while they receive a brief reprieve from the constant amount of work that probably weighs over both of their shoulders.

“I started working on my grandmothers’ farm when I was real young, basically just a boy, but they taught me everything that I needed to know. That was back on the west side of the country before I moved here, so things was run a little different over there.” Taehyung describes as he sips from his mug and stares out into the house.

“When did you move here?” Jungkook asks.

“About a year ago, I reckon.” Taehyung answers with a hum, pondering it for a moment. “It’s been awful hard finding steady work since most families run their own farms themselves.”

“That’s what we were expecting for ourselves when we moved out here, but it didn’t turn out that way.” Jungkook says quietly, pursing his lips in thought.

“Did you raise all of the same animals and crops back on your grandmothers’ farm? Besides the corn, I guess. Are you familiar with everyone we got?” Jimin questions in a meek voice, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.

“Sure enough did. Their main gig was the animals, so I’ve got lots of experience with them. Crops too, of course, but nothing in specific that I’m extra good at.” Taehyung answers honestly, a happy smile adorning his face.

“That’s great.”

“I’m actually kind of close with your neighbors as well. I helped out Yoongi and Hoseok back in the summer when they got too sick to take care of the farm themselves. They’re real nice people. Same with your other neighbors, but I didn’t get to know them as much since they only stopped by a few times while I was working.” Taehyung possesses no problems openly talking about whatever he feels like discussing, nowhere near as reserved as Jungkook sitting across from him.

“Wow, it’s a small world! We’ve only met them a couple of times, but everyone around here is welcoming and kind. I was nervous that I wouldn’t fit in very well since I’m not from here, yet that seems like a foolish worry now that I see what it’s like.” Jimin replies happily, rising from the table to head to the kitchen to start preparing lunch now as the next mealtime ticks closer.

The conversation about the specifics of their new arrangement drags on while Jimin cooks up a storm in the kitchen, halfway listening and halfway focusing his attention on the food, refusing to allow another burnt meal situation so quickly after the first one.

Jungkook harbors intense feelings about the quality of work he expects from himself and others, laying everything out with a serious demeanor. He outlines what duties he needs assistance with, the amount of work each one will contain, the effort he requires for the job properly done, when he wants it completed, and how much he intends to pay every week for a farmhand he deems satisfactory. Not only that, he puts forth the energy to write everything down in straightforward terms to ensure they both understand the full scope of the responsibilities at hand.

This ultra serious, strict, stoic alpha attitude rarely rears its head when just he and Jimin reside in each other’s presence, the display of fortitude, intelligence, and power exuding from his mate evoking a slew of feelings inside of the omega that he doesn’t know how to process.

What he does know is that he loves seeing this side of Jungkook, delving into another depth of his personality and strength.

“Thank you so much for the lovely meal and welcoming me into your home like this. I haven’t met anyone like you guys in a long time, so I hope this will work out. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better and helping you out with your new place. I appreciate you giving me a chance at all since we’re total strangers.” Taehyung states kindly as he lingers on the front porch to say his goodbyes, following down the steps behind Jungkook as Jimin watches the two of them go.

“As long as you do your job and you do it well, I think everything will be alright.” Jungkook replies lowly, nodding his head.

“I’m a real good listener, a hard worker, and a honest person. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll do right by you, I swear it.” Taehyung declares decisively.

“Thanks for stopping by! Let me know if you ever need anything. I’ll just be in the house most of the time, so you know where to find me.” Jimin says with a glowing smile on his face, waving goodbye to both of them.

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.” Jungkook commands in a strong voice.

“See ya then, boss!”

“Don’t call me—“

Jungkook’s words die on his tongue as Taehyung gallops away on his horse, the alpha shaking his head and sighing with exasperation before he shoots Jimin one last fond gaze.

Something tells him that Jungkook and Taehyung will get along just fine.

---

An electrifying charge surmounts in the atmosphere around them as they crowd close together on their couch, a palpable tension so thick in the air that they could reach out and grab it if they tried. Impossibly heavy and rumbling with energy, something almost foreign after nearly spending 3 months of their lives by each other’s sides.

Now that the barrier to physical affection has dwindled away to nothingness like dust beneath their feet, the thicket of feelings increasing inside of them refuses to relent.

Desire, white hot and consuming, flourishes in their bellies until it becomes too needy to ignore.

The newness of the sensation leaves Jimin battling his own needs as he attempts to make sense of the wealth of emotions eating him whole. He wants so badly that it aches, craving his alpha’s presence and closeness in ways that he never experienced before. Even when they mated on their first night in their new home, freshly acquainted and essentially strangers, he didn’t feel such fiery arousal threatening to char him to ash.

Luckily for him, the smokiness and richness radiating from Jungkook’s amber scent seems to hint that he feels equally as affected, if not more.

“Y-Your hands are so big.” Jimin says breathlessly, raspy and light as he delights in the feeling of his alpha gripping his hips so tightly. He feels dizzy with the richness of amber sticking to his lungs and coating his skin and swirling around in his head. “I feel you everywhere. A-All over me. It’s so nice.”

“S’cause you’re just a sweet, lil thing. So soft and pretty and lovely.” Jungkook rasps in his deliciously low voice that shoots straight to the omega’s cock.

“Isn’t it nice?” Jimin asks, moving closer and closer, his chest pressed against his mate’s while he all but breathes into his mouth. “T-Touching? It took you a while to get used to it, but now you’re a natural at it.”

“It is.” Jungkook nods, eyes dripping with intensity and darkness.

“I love it when you hold me like this and… a-and when you kiss me and when you let me get as close as I want.” Jimin whispers softly, pressing their lips together with hunger because he can’t deny the urgency inside of his chest.

“If I had known you were so easy to please, maybe I would’ve been like this a lot sooner.”

“But what about you?” Jimin inquires, fingers digging into the thick striations of muscles that sprawl across the alpha’s broad shoulders. Warmth trickles down from his fingertips to leave sparks everywhere his touch roams. “Isn’t it pleasing to you as well? Don’t you like being with me like this? I want you to enjoy it as much as I do.”

“Believe me, sweetheart, I most certainly do.” Jungkook grunts into Jimin’s kiss swollen lips, one hand sneaking up to cup the back of his head while he moves their mouths together with fervor.

“You promise?” Jimin asks with his mind in a daze, Jungkook’s less talkative manner sometimes leaving him concerned about his true feelings.

“Of course.” Jungkook nods, easily pushing Jimin’s hips forward until he lands in his lap. “I think there’s something else I would like to do, though. If that’s okay with you. Something that we’d both like quite a lot.”

“O-Oh.” Jimin chokes out a stuttering gasp, eyes blown wide and dilated when he feels the undeniable hardness of his alpha’s cock brushing against his bare thigh beneath his nightgown. His veins ignite with wildfire, burning and burning and burning with every breath he takes. “You mean…”

“Can I take you to bed, darlin’?”

“Yes, yes, you can. Of course, you can. Y-Yes.” Jimin rushes out embarrassingly quick as he vigorously nods.

“I thought you might say that. I can feel it in my chest and smell how sweet you are for me. I might be a bad alpha for making you wait this long when you’ve been so good and patient.” Jungkook shakes his head, roughly pecking Jimin’s lips again and again.

“T-Take me now.” Jimin practically begs, eager and needy, arousal verging on devouring him whole. “I want you, alpha. Carry me to bed. Let’s not wait any longer. I’ll give you everything—“

“You already do.” Jungkook growls, the sheer rawness and strength in his voice stealing the omega’s breath away.

They find their way beneath the sheets in hardly no time at all, Jungkook effortlessly lifting both of them into the air before he pads across the floor to their bedroom. He smells like unfettered want and desire, his passion wafting off of him in waves as his amber scent turns even muskier and richer by the second. Jimin feels so beside himself with arousal that it drips down the back of his legs and leaks from his clenched rim, not an ounce of shame present anywhere inside of him.

After all these months of truly getting to know each other on a deeper level, learning the ins and outs of what makes one another tick and the beauty of their joined souls, everything about the interaction vastly contrasts their previous intimate endeavor.

Gone is the hesitation, the awkwardness, the distance, the unfamiliarity, replaced with the relentless desire threatening to gnaw away at them unless they indulge in the needs of their beings. Entwined in a way that provides them comfort even as they engage in something so new to them, instincts driving them forward regardless of the lack of experience both of them possess when it comes to these actions.

All that matters is how deeply they crave this connection and wish to allow the primal bond between them to grow stronger and stronger.

“You look even better than I remember. The most beautiful omega to walk along this earth. Your soft, pink skin and pretty, little cock.” Jungkook rasps gruffly after he pulls Jimin’s gown over his head to leave him completely and utterly bare. “I can’t believe I get to have a mate as wonderful as you.”

“D-Don’t look at me like that.” Jimin whines, hiding his pleasure at the attention behind feigned annoyance.

“Like what, omega?”

“Like… Like you want to eat me.” Jimin whispers, belly roasting with the heat of the fire roaring inside of his gut, the coil tightening and tightening until he thinks he might snap already.

“Maybe I do.” Jungkook replies with a sinister grin spread across his face, dark eyes haunting and imploring.

“You’re not allowed.” Jimin huffs decisively, tugging at the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt still draping over his skin. “Take this off. All of it. Get rid of everything.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Please.” Jimin whines without hesitation, all sense of self preservation tossed to the wayside when he wants to feel good and take his alpha like he deserves. “Please, alpha. I don’t want to be the only one without clothes. Please, take them off. For me.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” Jungkook growls in Jimin’s ear, chest puffed out in a display of pride and satisfaction. He places a soft kiss to the spot beneath the omega’s ear before he swiftly obliges.

Despite the raging need inside of them that dips dangerously close to devouring them until nothing remains, they pause to gather themselves and truly soak up the moment once they lie bare for one another. Only the dim lighting of the measly fire and the lantern on the bedside table illuminates their movements, eyes scanning over their nakedness to observe everything they have to offer. A surprisingly soft, tender exchange of fingers exploring clammy skin while they kiss like their lives depend on it.

“You always call me pretty, but what about yourself?” Jimin questions with a twinkle in his eyes, trembling fingers trailing down the massive expanse of his alpha’s muscular chest while he attempts to hold his desire at bay. “You’re beautiful and handsome and lovely too. You have the best body I’ve ever seen. Not just easy on the eyes, but so, so, so strong as well.”

“I don’t know about all that.” Jungkook grunts, shaking his head.

“It’s true.” Jimin valiantly refutes.

“I’m happy to know that you think so.”

“And… And you’re so big e-everywhere. Not only your hands, but everything else too. My big, strong, gorgeous alpha.” Jimin croons with pride, barely breathing as he dips his hand lower and lower until he meets the wiry tuft of hair atop his mate’s crotch. “The best.”

“Omega—“

“Can I?” Jimin asks demurely, saccharine sweet and cloying, eyes shiny when he blinks at Jungkook who hovers over him so delightfully.

“You know you don’t have to ask, sweetheart.” Jungkook grunts, tumbling like rocks from his lips as he settles back on his haunches to allow Jimin to inch forward.

Tentative.

Testing.

Timid.

He gingerly dances his featherlight touch over his alpha’s throbbing, girthy cock, embroiled with curiosity as he allows himself to explore things totally new to his inexperienced mind. Everything about Jungkook’s body feels foreign, a whole new world compared to the dainty cock that sits primly between his own legs. The dichotomy leaves him reeling, breathless, descending into a spiral as he delights in the heaviness of the cock in his tiny hand.

Though it probably pains Jungkook to not receive the pleasure he seeks, length angry red and weeping spurts of precum onto Jimin’s fingers, the omega burns with interest while he testingly discovers exactly what makes his alpha groan in satisfaction.

Jimin swipes his thumb over the head, uses both hands to fully wrap around the thickness of it, and squeezes while he jerks up and down, enthralled by how Jungkook’s lungs release shunted breaths and his stomach tightens with visible flexes of his ab muscles. A sight to behold, only stirring to life the wetness gushing from his backside. His belly aches from how badly he craves more.

“Does it feel good?” Jimin inquires, carefully watching Jungkook’s furrowing facial features with every stroke of his hands.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck. Feels so good, omega.” Jungkook all but growls. “Perfect.”

Unfortunately, his fascinating fun and exploration time doesn’t last nearly as long as he would like, only spending a handful of minutes thoroughly working Jungkook with his tight grip and little hands before the alpha apprehends him by the hips to flip their positions in the blink of an eye. No warning or build up, just a flash of darkness in his eyes and a twitch in his cock before he tosses Jimin onto his back in the middle of the bed.

Truly and utterly exposed.

All parts of him on display for the only person who will ever receive the pleasure of seeing him like this.

With his desperately aching cock standing hard against his squishy lower belly, his legs spread wide to show his sopping wet hole, and his tawny, pebbled nipples impossibly hard on his chest, Jimin feels like a prey caught in a predator’s trap with how menacingly Jungkook hovers over him and stares like he wants to pounce right onto him to ravage him whole.

“Already so fucking wet and I’ve barely even touched you, darlin’. So pretty and good for your alpha. A perfect, little mate.” Jungkook rasps from where he lies between Jimin’s legs, two fingers working him open while he kisses his inner thighs.

“H-Hot, so hot. Burning my tummy. Feels… Feels so…” Jimin attempts to speak, tossing his head back in a broken whine.

“Good?”

“Yes, yes, good, so good.” Jimin nods wildly, every muscle in his body tensing under the immense pleasure burning in his veins. “A-Alpha’s fingers feel so good inside of me.”

“S’how it should be. Tell me if that changes, okay? If it even hurts a little bit or you feel uncomfortable, make sure you let me know.” Jungkook replies with undue gentleness amidst such a salacious, depraved moment.

“Okay.” Jimin nods, lost in his own pleasure.

The only sense of embarrassment or shame that Jimin feels in the entirety of the course of the night comes when he loses his ability to comprehend anything happening to him due to the overwhelming delight consuming him cell by cell, his stomach tightening painfully hard and his ears ringing in his head and his body lit ablaze from head to toe, not consciously present enough to ask Jungkook to stop before he unceremoniously explodes in a ball of pleasure that shoots ropes of cum over both himself and his alpha.

He has no way to stop it once it starts, mewling and moaning in ecstasy until his throat burns with rawness. Tidal waves of slick gush from his stretched rim as his chest heaves around labored breaths, the scent of smoky, musky, aroused amber leaving his head spinning by the time he comes back down from his insane high.

“Is it too much, sweetheart? It’s okay if it is. I can wait or take care of myself. It’s alright.” Jungkook mutters lowly in Jimin’s ear, bodies flush together while he lies still with his enormous cock stretching the omega until it aches so deliciously.

“S’not.” Jimin whispers, shaking his head, limp like a noodle in the best way possible. “Want it.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook replies gently, thumbs rubbing circles along Jimin’s hips while he presses gentle kisses to the sensitive skin below his ear.

“Yeah, m’sure. Want to make you feel good too. Just… Just not too much, please.” Jimin whines breathily, addicted to the feeling of Jungkook plunging deeper and deeper inside of him until he feels the pressure in his gut.

“Anything you want.” Jungkook rasps richly, harshly sucking his mating bite into his mouth. “After that show you gave me, I don’t think I’ll last long anyway.”

The intense stimulation verges on too much almost immediately—the first real thrust enough to bring tears to his eyes and send stars shooting across his vision—but Jimin finds that he likes it in an odd way, consumed by the fiery sensation of his mate delving into the depths of his soul to connect them in a way that drives their beings closer together.

Beyond the physical aching and pleasure that blurs in a combination of painfully wonderful bliss, this simple interaction soothes something longing and pleasing in the innermost portions of his existence.

Jungkook’s cock pounds into him with reckless abandon, the sound of his smacking, squelching thrusts reverberating off of the walls until Jimin hears it replaying in his mind. Skin against skin, hips meeting his ass, hands pressing his knees to his chest, stuttering breaths forcing from his lungs, so much and so little at the same time. His alpha’s pleasure driven groans and grunts sound like heavenly music to his ears.

“N-No.” Jimin whines in protest, scrambling to reach out and grab Jungkook’s sides before he can successfully scoot away. “Inside, alpha. Do it inside. Want it. Please, don’t go. Let me have it. Please. I-Inside, want it so bad.”

“Don’t want to hurt you, omega.” Jungkook groans, clearly battling his own primal urges as he grips his steadily forming knot in his hand.

“Please, please, please. You can’t. Put it inside, please. I need it. You can’t—“ Jimin feels so distraught at the idea that his mate would deprive him of this privilege that he wants to cry, flying forward to knock Jungkook onto his back so that he can line their hips up and sink down on his cock like he wants.

“Fuck.” Jungkook shouts in a strangled grunt, squeezing his eyes shut while he chokes on his own breath.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can knot me, alpha. Have me like you want. I can take it.” Jimin offers sweetly, abundantly confident in his body that was made just for this. “I want it too.”

“It’s a lot though, sweetheart. Too much. You’ll be real sore tomorrow.”

“I need it. All of it. Inside. Please, alpha. I’m a good omega. Don’t you want to?” Jimin pleads, desperate for his mate to fully satisfy himself and give everything he has to offer.

“So fucking badly.” Jungkook groans as a final statement before he fully commits and thrusts his hips into Jimin one last time, stuffing him to the brim with his bulging knot and fat cock.

They lie with their bodies intimately entwined, no way of separating due to the knot locking them together, while they simply absorb the sensations coursing through them, Jimin no less engulfed by his emotions the second time around. His hole aches due to the immense stretch of accommodating his alpha inside of him, but the contentment cascading in his veins makes him overly delighted and pleased to the core of his being. Nothing ever ignites his soul like being with Jungkook like this, innately assured in his purpose and existence.

Deep in the depths of his heart, warmly wiggling its way into his belly, something instinctually powerful flourishes to life inside of him that he fails to understand in the midst of everything occurring around him.

His omega recognizes its presence even if he doesn’t.

“I like it when you hold me like this.” Jimin hums, beyond pleased, their chests moving in a mirror rhythm as they breathe together with the omega still splayed across Jungkook’s lithe body.

“I know you do, darlin’. I remember you asking for me to do this last time. You just love being all wrapped up and safe, don’t you?” Jungkook adds fondly, fingers delicately tracing shapes across his bare skin without any urgency or rush to move.

“Yes.” Jimin nods, raising his head to offer his alpha a sweet kiss. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been happier than in this very moment. “Especially with you.”

“You’re just the sweetest. Even with our bodies a mess and my cock shoved inside of you, you still just make my heart ache with your goodness. I’m so lucky that you’re mine.”

---

Nervous butterflies flit around in Jimin’s stomach while he gazes out the carriage window as they approach the bustling square in their new town—a horde of people rushing about the main road, horses stationed along every building, clouds of dirt flying up in the commotion, and a plethora of exciting things waiting to be explored—his eyes blow wide as saucers and his jaw drops in shock, thrill coursing through his veins at the imagery unfolding before him.

Wooden, formidable structures stretch on the horizon until his vision fails to reach the extent of the town, all sorts of establishments filling the space to offer a wide array of businesses that the town’s inhabitants clearly love to frequent.

On their brief journey down the dirt road to find a spot to park the carriage, Jimin spots a barber shop, a bakery, three clothing stores, a tailor, a smithery, and miscellaneous shops.

It far exceeds any expectations he previously harbored.

Dressed in his best attire to appear presentable in the eye of their townsfolk, his hair neatly brushed to his head with clips pulling back his bangs and a gorgeous matching blouse and trouser set adorning his body, he buzzes with excitement now that he finally receives the opportunity to visit the town for himself. He bounces around on the carriage seat and impatiently waits for Jungkook to properly secure the horses, tingling in his fingertips and stomach and throat.

While apprehensive about journeying into this foreign land for the first time, knowing his alpha stands by his side helps to quell his worries and assuage any concerns that wiggle their way into his mind.

Jungkook’s handsome face appears at the door to assist Jimin in his plight to exit the carriage, ever attentive and considerate towards the omega now that they’ve grown impossibly close, extending his big hand to offer him a sense of stability as he climbs down from the cart that sits still attached to their horses.

“It’s big.” Jimin mutters breathily, eyes darting from the endless amount of buildings lining the main street to his alpha standing beside him. “Bigger than I expected. Bigger than back home. Just… Just big.”

“There’s an awful lot to do here, that’s for sure.” Jungkook nods in agreement.

“Where should we go first? What should we do? Do you have a list of things you want to get?” Jimin rattles off the questions swirling in his mind, unsure how to proceed with so much happening around him.

“Not really.” Jungkook shakes his head, amber scent warm and comforting, as he reaches out to wrap his arm around Jimin’s back. “I wanted to do this for you since you wanted to see everything. Whatever you want to buy or wherever you want to go, that’s fine with me.”

“How sweet.” Jimin gushes, gently cupping his mate’s cheek with his little hand.

They initially take it extremely slow in order to not overwhelm themselves, Jimin practically glued to Jungkook’s side for protection while they tread down the wooden slats that connect all of the buildings together in a neatly arranged fashion. He attempts to absorb the chaotic amount of things and people and places in his memory so that he knows what their town possesses, but finds it difficult when his focus flashes from one object to another every few seconds.

He gradually makes his way down the street as he takes note of the shops and businesses that interest him, occasionally one catching his eye enough to stand still while he peers in through the glass that lines the front of the building.

Anything that he could ever want to purchase, from clothing to jewelry to shoes to weapons to home goods, sits inside of the ample amount of shops.

Eventually, after a little stroll along the street and some window shopping to ensure he finds precisely what he wants, Jimin decides to enter into a store that contains a plethora of colorful, lovely items that would work to brighten their home and supply it with the pop of life that the omega craves. He shoots Jungkook a teeny, tiny look to check if it’s okay, spurred on by a swift nod before he freely glances around at everything to find what tickles his heart best.

“What do you think about these two? One is purple and one is green. Our favorite colors!” Jimin exclaims happily, holding up some fabrics that would mesh well with the white ones already hanging in the kitchen.

“Sure.”

“Really? You mean it? Do you like them? I can find something else if you’d rather have different patterns or color combinations.” Jimin questions with a thoughtful expression painting his face.

“They’re perfect, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps, low and sweet, eyes trained on his every move. “Whatever makes you happy.”

“Then I’d like to buy these ones, alpha. Please and thank you.” Jimin replies softly, heart fit to burst with excitement.

Jungkook only offers him a strong nod, reaching out to take the bundles of fabric into his own arms, allowing Jimin to continue his expedition around the crowded store to find whatever else he wants to use to decorate their home.

The two of them spend quite a while simply going up and down the aisles while Jimin gasps in awe at every tiny thing that catches his attention, but the omega works hard to limit himself on what he buys. They don’t technically need much of anything, so he keeps that in mind when contemplating whether he should use their money to purchase the items at hand.

“Those are nice.” Jungkook grunts, impossibly deep.

“I was thinking the same thing. Since we got a bunch of flowers growing in the fields, it would be good to have vases to put them in. I reckon it would be real pretty on the dining room table and in the living room.”

“Get them, then.” Jungkook shrugs, not even waiting for a reply before he reaches out to take the two heavy vases into his arms as well.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Jimin asks nervously, afraid of spending too much on frivolous matters.

“Absolutely.”

Last of all, as they head to the back of the shop to pay for their new goodies, Jimin spots a rug that really draws him in like a magnet, engulfed by the beautiful shades of purple and white that swirl together to create a masterpiece of a floor decoration.

He intends to leave it behind for another time since he already picked out a few things, but Jungkook refuses to accept that.

With all of their new belongings nestled tightly in the alpha’s incredibly capable arms, they head back to the carriage to stow away their things until they finish their little excursion into town. The longer they spend in town with commotion constantly unfolding around them, the more comfortable Jimin feels with the nonstop noise, motion, and scents.

“Should I wear things like this?” Jungkook asks with a raised eyebrow, pulling on a mannequin displaying an ornate outfit accompanied by jewelry and accessories. “Is this what we’re supposed to dress in now?”

“No.” Jimin shakes his head almost instantly.

“No? You’re not a fan of that look?”

“I like what you’re wearing now. It’s already good. You don’t need to change anything at all. Simple. Classic and perfect.” Jimin answers decisively, happy when Jungkook turns to walk away from the curated outfit.

“So just plain trousers and button up shirts?” Jungkook clarifies, eyes bouncing along the wall at all of the clothing.

“Yes. It’s especially good when you leave a couple of the buttons undone and roll up your sleeves. The simple look is the best for you.” Jimin nods his head and openly stares Jungkook’s body up and down, warmth flickering his belly when he meets his alpha’s dark, knowing gaze.

“Well… How could I argue with that?” Jungkook chuckles lowly.

Much to Jimin’s chagrin, beyond mortified when his mate catches him eyeing the array of nightgowns tucked away in the back corner of the store, Jungkook requests that he pick out another one that he likes since he only has the sleeping attire gifted to him by his grandmother. He does, of course, get one because the offer is too grand to pass up. A frilly, lacey, light pink one that brings a rosy blush to his cheeks when they stand at the back to buy everything.

After making a stop at the hardware store for Jungkook to observe all that they offer and take stock what he might need to buy in the future if things go well with their farm this year, they end their journey to town with an indulgent meal at the nice restaurant in the inn on the edge of the square.

A glowing, booming place that smells so delicious that Jimin’s stomach audibly rumbles as they wait for a seat at one of the tables spread along the outside wall, hoping to enjoy the beautiful spring sunshine while they eat.

“It’s really good!” Jimin proclaims with utter delight, humming around his spoonful of stew while he soaks up some of the broth with his thick slice of bread. “I like how they add so much meat and vegetables and everything. It makes it extra hearty, especially with the bread.”

“They add a little bit of spice to it as well.” Jungkook comments quietly, eyes staring into his bowl while he swirls his spoon around.

“They do. Should I start doing that too?” Jimin questions, pondering his own recipe.

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head, not even pausing to contemplate the suggestion before he answers. “You should leave yours the way it is. It’s better than this one anyway. The flavors and textures work better when you make it.”

“What? No way! You don’t like this one? But you said you like everything.” Jimin says in protest.

“I do like it. It’s a perfectly good stew. I’m just saying that yours is better, darlin’. That’s all.” Jungkook shrugs, seemingly truthful given the way he manages to scarf down every last morsel in his bowl and on his plate.

“I’m flattered that you think so.” Jimin mutters softly, smiling big and bright while mirth flutters inside of him.

To truly celebrate the rare occasion of leaving their home and to finish off their unnecessary spending of the day, Jungkook orders them a slice of apple pie for dessert that tastes absolutely scrumptious. It rivals any lie that the omega ever had the joy of eating, wonderfully sweetened with the right amount of tang from the apples. His heart, belly, and bags are ready to burst at the seams by the time they return to their carriage to journey home.

“Thanks for taking me out with you today, alpha. I had lots and lots of fun seeing everything. I’m also grateful for all the stuff you bought when you didn’t have to.” Jimin whispers in his tender, sweet voice, sidling up close to his mate while he wraps one arm around his waist in a gentle hug.

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. I’m happy to take you out and spend time with you. I know how much you want the house to look pretty, so I’ll buy you whatever you need until you’re content with it. Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing.” Jungkook rasps, deep and gruff, releasing his hold on the reins for a brief second in order to affectionately squeeze the omega’s thigh.

“You’re the best alpha and mate in the whole world.” Jimin gushes with confidence, tilting his head up and puckering his lips for a little kiss to tide him over until they arrive at their house.

“We better keep our hands and lips to ourselves if we want to make it home in one piece.” Jungkook jests, eyes crinkling at the corners when Jimin giggles after one more peck.

Notes:

the slow burn isn’t as excruciating this time around!! hehe

they’re as sweet as sugar and it’s going to continue to get even sweeter! aren’t they just precious?

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Chapter 5: Invigorated

Notes:

Consequence of lighting a spark to the embers dwelling in the fire of their souls that begs for the most primal form of connection that exists between two beings eternally joined together as mates, Jungkook and Jimin find themselves unable to contain the consuming desire that yearns for intimate entwinement and instinctual bonding.

Now that they barreled past the threshold of ultimate pleasure, neither of them possess intentions of holding back any longer.

It doesn’t matter the time of day, the preciseness of their location, how often they already engaged in the affection, or what responsibilities await them, because neither of them harbor the willpower to refrain from seeking the heavenly pleasure that only exists in between them. All hours of the day and in every situation imaginable, they want each other. Nearly 4 months of being mates, becoming innately connected with one another in every way possible, and the incessant need inside of them somehow grows stronger every single day.

“Mmm, no.” Jimin rasps, the dredges of sleep still tickling at the edges of his mind. Such mind blowing warmth encompasses him that he verges on burning alive beneath the heat of sheer desire. He shakes his head, clenches around his alpha’s dwindling knot, and sighs. “You can’t leave yet.”

“I got to, sweetheart. I’m sure Taehyung is already out there looking for me and wondering where I’m at. Look how high the sun is rising.” Jungkook replies, protesting without making any moves to pull out.

“No.” Jimin refutes succinctly.

“Why not?” Jungkook questions in a voice so low it borders a growl.

“I want you to hold me and kiss me and stay here for a little while longer.” Jimin answers in a lilting, melodic voice, sweetly gentle when he nuzzles further into Jungkook’s neck to nose over his scent gland. “Please, alpha.”

“Fuck.”

“I feel empty without you. I miss you so bad when you’re not here with me. I wish you could just stay inside of me forever and ever.” Jimin confesses with something vulnerable and candid, truly aching every time his mate leaves him heart wrenchingly empty. It feels different, more intense, unlike anything he ever experienced, almost worrying.

“I’m sorry. I would stay with you always if I could, but life keeps ticking on even as we stay in bed pretending like it doesn’t.” Jungkook replies with raspy gentleness, carding his fingers through Jimin’s messy hair.

“One more.” Jimin whispers in a pleading tone, sucking on the soft plane of his alpha’s neck while he shifts his hips in rhythmic circles on the softening cock slipping out of his slick drenched hole. “Just one. I’ll be good and let you go after that. I promise.”

“Okay.” Jungkook nods, sighing as he crawls up onto his knees to effortlessly maneuver Jimin into position with his ass in the air.

“T-Thank you, alpha.”

Two knots in one morning guarantees that the omega receives a glaring reminder of their lascivious activities with every teeny step he takes while he flits about to tend to his daily chores around the house. A good ache, the best one that exists. He feels the way Jungkook provides him with whatever his soul desires, how he pours his affections into him without reserve, and the intrinsic nature in which they relentlessly cling to each other. Though his backside aches and a mess of viscous fluids dribble down his thighs all morning, Jimin smiles in unfettered delight.

Cleaning comes to him as naturally as breathing.

Something that he doesn’t need to think about or contemplate the correct way to go about it, trained from a young age to know precisely how to handle the things inside of the home.

Just as Jungkook learned how to manage the property, farm, and animals, Jimin was gifted with the understanding of caring for the inner workings of their life by running a smooth household. Two different roles both extremely necessary for their survival, both equally as important and crucial in their own ways.

Therefore, Jimin spends the bulk of his day busy as a bee.

He attends to their most frequented areas of the house first and foremost because they require little attention due to how often he offers them a brief cleaning. Sweeping and mopping the floors, dusting the surfaces, and wiping everything down only takes a few minutes per room, a swift job compared to some of the other tasks on his agenda.

Once finished with the easier duties, he moves onto deep cleaning their bathroom since that part of the home needs utmost attention for their continued health and safety.

Scrubbing the bathtub and toilet, wiping down the sink, keeping the mirror spotless, thoroughly mopping the floor, replenishing their linens and hygiene products, opening the window to air out the space, and grabbing their dirty laundry to carry it out back to complete another load in the afternoon.

Ample rays of golden sunshine, abundantly fresh air that freely flows in a slight breeze, and gloriously tolerable temperatures make life that much easier.

In between jobs, Jimin takes a break on the front porch while he simply watches the musings of life occur.

Oh, how he appreciates the simplicity of his existence.

By the time that he deems the majority of his cleaning chores complete and stows away his supplies for the next time, the sun glimmers high enough in the sky that he knows lunchtime creeps near. Not long before Taehyung and Jungkook barrel through the front door in search of a satisfying meal, so he hurries into the kitchen to whip up something hearty for all three of them. Of all the things weighing on his shoulders everyday, this bothers him the least.

Pride swirls in his chest as he delivers overflowing plates of delicious food onto the table, the ending stages of spring allowing them more fulfilling meals since some additional produce and fresher meats are readily available.

Knowing that he takes good care of his mate and himself and their farmhand always makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now, but I keep forgetting when I see you. How old are you? You seem around our age, right?” Jimin inquires as he peers down the table at Taehyung, amber and citrus heavy in the air around them as they eat.

“Just turned 28 in the winter!” Taehyung answers with a cheerful smile.

“Oh! I turned 28 in the fall! We’re real, real close in age, then.” Jimin exclaims happily, pausing to sip on his tea before he shoves another bite of potatoes into his mouth.

“Who would’ve thought? That’s so cool! How old is boss?” Taehyung asks, raising an eyebrow when he turns to gaze at Jungkook.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t need to call me that?” Jungkook audibly groans, shaking his head, a look of exasperation on his face when Jimin chances a glance at his handsome mate.

“You’re my boss, are you not? I work for you and you pay me. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“He’s 26. His birthday’s also in the fall like mine. Pretty close in age, but not quite the same.” Jimin supplies for him, ignoring the amusing bickering from the both of them.

“Wow.” Taehyung whistles obnoxiously, eyes flitting from Jimin to Jungkook then back to Jimin. He smirks in a dramatic display while he raises his eyebrows and shoots them a weird expression. “A youngin like you must’ve been real ambitious to go for an older omega like that. Don’t hardly hear of pairings like that these days. Good for you.”

“Stop.” Jungkook growls, rolling his eyes.

“I’m certainly lucky it turned out this way.” Jimin says sweetly, his brown sugar scent spiking strong enough for him to smell it himself.

They spend a reasonable amount of time merely lingering at the dining table while they discuss whatever topics come to mind, finish up their plates full of food, and rest their weary bodies while they have the chance, everything lighthearted and easy going between the three of them. After a couple of weeks working together and gradually learning more about Taehyung, they find that he easily meshes with their personalities without issue. A perfect fit.

Break times never last long enough, but duty always comes knocking. Only half an hour of enjoying the shared company of togetherness before their work outside tears them away from the simplicity of relaxation, Jimin all but refusing to let Jungkook slip away so swiftly.

“Go ahead on outside and I’ll be there in a minute. There’s something I need to take care of real quick. Don’t wait for me.” Jungkook declares in his commanding voice, leaving no room for argument. The hair on the back of the omega’s neck stands at attention, tingling sparks of excitement buzzing beneath the surface as he sits on the couch and waits for what he knows comes next.

“Sure thing, boss!” Taehyung replies, waving as he treads out the front door to leave them all alone.

Three seconds.

Three seconds is all it takes for Jungkook to pounce on Jimin like a tameless beast, knocking him onto his back while he settles between his spread legs as if he was made to fit there.

No discussing the concept or contemplating the logistics of fucking on the couch in broad daylight, just their mouths attaching in a wild fervor while they wrestle to toss their clothes out of the way. Neither of them even fully remove their outfits, Jimin rucking up his gown and apron while Jungkook yanks his trousers down past his ass.

They find their way together without any fumbling, no clumsy movements or struggles to melt into one another, bodies drawn into the perfect position with an otherworldly strength.

Still thoroughly stretched and loose from their earlier escapades, Jimin wants to cry at the first delicious, addicting sensation of his alpha sliding into him without resistance. Soul gripping, heart snatching, mind blowing pleasure courses through him from the initial thrust of the achingly long, girthy cock plunging deep enough to steal his breath away. He doesn’t know how he survived so long without this.

“More, more, more.” Jimin begs, a string of pleas and whimpers tearing from his throat while he allows Jungkook to pound away inside of him. “H-Harder, alpha. Please, give me more. Faster.”

“Hard with my fucking pants bunched up at my knees.” Jungkook grunts in an impossibly low, strained voice.

“Your belt is digging into my thigh.” Jimin replies, holding back a giggle at the precarious nature and absurdity of their current circumstances.

“S’your fault for being so needy all the time. I can hardly eat because you’re undressing me with your eyes from across the table. Smell so good.” Jungkook rasps, all bark and no bite because he clearly feels just as driven to madness as the omega.

“Don’t… D-Don’t act like you don’t want it just as badly as I do.”

Jimin manages to jerk his clothing out of the way just in time to avoid spurting ropes of cum all over it when he meets his release, mewling uncontrollably as white, hot bliss overtakes his body from head to toe. He only feels more delirious when Jungkook joins him in ecstasy, stuffing him full with his knot that swells so big that the stretch stings even after everything his hole suffered already.

Bound together both body and soul, twitching in tandem while they come down from their highs, amber and brown sugar disgustingly thick as it drips down the walls, chests knocking together in strangled breaths of utter passion.

“Boss! Are you still in here? Have you not gone outside yet? Jungkook!” Taehyung raps his knuckles against the front door before pulling it open to step inside.

“Not ready yet!” Jungkook chokes out, Jimin’s eyes threatening to pop out of his head while his heart pounds achingly hard. “Give me a minute!”

“Huh?“ Taehyung questions, footsteps inching closer.

“Just go! Give me a minute! I’ll be out in a bit.” Jungkook snaps up on his knees to peer over the back of the couch, words so gruff they sound aggravated when he shouts to the beta.

“Oh, okay. Sorry.”

Jungkook gingerly leans down to offer an apologetic kiss to Jimin’s swollen lips, pecking them again and again while he shifts their cum splattered, slick soaked bodies into a more comfortable position, no longer painfully tugging the knot nestled warmly in Jimin’s velvety, tight walls.

“You know… I’m really glad you’re young.” Jimin admits wistfully, his alpha’s stamina and strength remaining unmatched. He knows that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Only Jungkook could give him everything he needs, wants, requires. “My perfect mate.”

“Everything turned out well, didn’t it?” Jungkook replies softly, kissing Jimin again as his knot gradually softens.

“It sure did.”

The rest of the day passes by swiftly when Jimin devotes himself to finishing his list of duties for the day, refusing to be sidetracked anymore since he struggles enough with remaining focused with his alpha around. He steps outside to wash their laundry, neatly arranges it on the clothesline, and returns the basket to its rightful place, pondering nothing and everything while he moves his aching body from place to place.

Jimin treks out to the chicken coop to collect eggs and gathers a new bunch of flowers for their vases, things perfectly falling into place now that life finds its natural groove.

He sits down on the couch to sew up the hole in one of his mate’s shirts, humming to himself while he contemplates what to say in his upcoming letter to Ma and Pa. The abundance of quiet time in the late afternoon provides him with plenty of space to ruminate about the circumstances of his life and ponder how he feels about the way it all unfolded. His hands work from muscle memory while his mind flutters with thoughts, an hour flying by in no time.

After Taehyung bids them adieu for the day and retreats to his own home, they sit at the dining table for another peaceful meal that the omega cooked by hand to perfection.

Unbelievably sweet and undeniably wonderful.

Even if they offer no intelligent conversations, nothing waging war in the depths of their minds, the shared company of merely existing in each other’s presence satisfies the longing in their souls, content to spend their evening with only the sound of the breeze whipping through the windows and the animals chirping with life out in the distance.

In lieu of lounging on the couch doing a whole lot of nothing, Jimin beckons Jungkook into the bathroom with him to indulge in a steamy bubble bath to soothe all of the aches and pains that ravage their bodies.

“How do you always look so cute?” Jimin questions with a sweet smile stretching across his lips, hands meticulously scratching along Jungkook’s scalp as he washes his hair. “Even with suds in your hair and bubbles on your chin, you still look cute.”

“Is cute really the right word?” Jungkook retorts, grumbling from the depths of his chest.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t know if I would use that word to describe myself.” Jungkook says, shrugging.

“What do you think describes you better? Big? Strong? Tough? Intimidating?” Jimin supplies, both amused and thoughtful while he observes the expression painting his mate’s face.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods.

“You want to be a big, bad alpha, but I don’t think that fits you well. At least, not all of the time. Maybe with other people or strangers or in certain situations.” Jimin states confidently, massaging away all of the woes of the world with his careful fingers. “With me, you’re cute. And sweet. And… And lovely.”

“I guess if it’s only with you, that’s quite alright.” Jungkook rasps in a rich timbre, hand hovering above the water to squeeze Jimin’s bare hip.

Jimin outpours all of the affection brewing inside of him through the tenderness of his fingertips against his alpha’s body, working through the sore muscles along Jungkook’s shoulders and down his back, squeezing away his aches from his biceps to his forearms, and using a soapy rag to wash off the dirt lingering from his busy day. A gentle affair, wrought with devotion and warmth, caring for the person he cherishes most.

“I care about you so much and I’m real happy that you want me this badly, but I think my cock might shrivel up and fall off if you keep needing a knot 10 times a day.” Jungkook chokes on his words as he props himself up against the back of the tub and watches Jimin perch himself in his lap.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let it.” Jimin declares resolutely, beside himself with burning desire while he clutches Jungkook’s shoulders for purchase. “It’ll learn how to keep up eventually.”

“Omega.” Jungkook groans, throaty and strangled, squeezing his eyes shut while his jaw falls open.

“Is it really too much? Can you not handle it? Don’t you want me just as badly? Doesn’t it ache in your chest when we’re apart for more than a few minutes at a time? Or… Or am I just losing my mind?”

“I do. Of course, I do. You’re not losing your mind, sweetheart. I feel the same, I swear it.” Jungkook asserts firmly, wrapping his arms around him so securely that the omega wants to stay in his hold for the rest of forever. “I’m mostly just teasing you. I’ll fuck and knot you as much as you want whether my cock is rubbed raw or not.”

“It hurts, but… but in a good way. The best way. It hurts so good.” Jimin whines breathily, eyelids fluttering closed when he sinks down to swallow his alpha’s thick cock inside of his battered, used hole. “I didn’t know it was possible to want something so badly.”

“You make my heart ache being so sweet all the time.” Jungkook grunts, wrapping his fist around Jimin’s little, twitching cock to engulf it in his grasp.

“It’s so nice being mated to you. I never expected to like it so much, to like you so much. My handsome, amazing, caring mate.”

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Thrumming excitement rings in the back of Jimin’s mind as he dawdles onto the porch to await his mate’s impending arrival from the farm, pleased to dress in something other than house clothes for the first time in weeks. His hair perfectly curls to frame his face and his blouse flows in the wind, unable to withhold the smile that begs to spread across his chubby cheeks.

Namjoon invited them to a small dinner gathering at their house to celebrate the upcoming harvest season and warmer weather, merely an excuse to get everyone together for a social occasion.

Warmth fizzes in his belly when he lays eyes on his handsome alpha crossing the fields to the stable.

They ride horseback to their neighbors’ home, a swift affair in which Taehyung trails behind them on his own horse to join in on the fun, bodies clinging together so effortlessly now that they spend ample time fully exploring the wonders of one another. Jungkook hops down to offer Jimin assistance when he climbs off of the horse, a steady hand on his back and the other gripping the saddle. Even after almost 4 months together as mates, Jimin doesn’t think he will ever grow accustomed to such delightful affection.

He stands beside Jungkook with a full heart, sparkling eyes, and his hands fiddling nervously, waving politely when a couple of the pups run down the steps of the porch to play in the yard.

“Howdy, neighbors! It’s nice seein’ you again! How have you been?” Namjoon asks as he treks out of the house and onto the porch to greet them with his earthy pine scent.

“Evenin’.” Jungkook greets in response, tipping his head as a show of respect. “I reckon we’re doing alright. How about you?”

“Good, good. Same for us. The weather’s warmed up nicely and the crops we planted are doing real well. Nothing to complain about. We’re still breathin’ with all our limbs attached.” Namjoon chuckles, rich and hearty, padding down to the ground level to stand directly in front of them.

“Good evening!” Seokjin exclaims on his way through the front door with Miyoung clinging to his hip. “I see you brought a straggler along with you.”

“Hello!” Jimin replies, smiling brightly when he sees Hoseok and Yoongi following behind the fellow omega. “This is Taehyung. He works for Jungkook on the farm and helps out wherever he can. I, uh… I believe he met Hoseok and Yoongi already.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Taehyung says with a bow.

“There’s always room for more at our table!” Seokjin states happily, eyes bleeding with mirth.

“I was just fixin’ to show Yoongi and Hoseok how the farm’s doing if you want to join us. I planted some different variations of crops this year and it’s interesting to see how they’re growing.” Namjoon supplies with a raised eyebrow, briefly glancing at Jungkook and Jimin.

“Sure, that’ll work for us.” Jungkook answers decisively, never afraid to take charge or make decisions when needed.

Everyone clambers along the fields away from the house towards the plots of land that house the farm section of the property, nowhere near as expansive as the area that Jungkook and Jimin own, but abundant nonetheless. They go without horses due to the shorter distance, still requiring a few minutes of walking before they actually happen upon anything except sprawling grass.

Jimin tightly grips Jungkook’s hand in his, fingers entwined for a closer hold, shockwaves of warmth spreading down his arms and into his chest whenever the alpha rubs the back of his hand or squeezes it affectionately.

Not being joined with him in some way feels like complete and utter torture.

They trail through the lush fields until they finally reach their destination, a formidable barn and a few animal pens and extensive rows of crops all surrounding them when they gaze out into the distance. A vaguely familiar sight after living on a farm for his entire lifetime. Worn, wood structures, bales of hay stacked atop one another, various tools of all functions, animal feed overflowing, and the distinctly primal smell of sheer nature. Something about it brings comfort to Jimin’s soul as they trek from one spot to another.

“What on earth is this?” Jungkook questions in shock, his voice carrying from across the way where he gazes at the crops with the others.

“Zucchini.” Namjoon answers confidently, eyes glimmering when he observes everyone’s reactions. “I had never seen anything like it either until I started growing it myself.”

“Does it do well in this area?” Taehyung asks next, an equally puzzled look on his face.

“I suppose we’ll find out soon enough. The farmer at the traveling market said it’s more common on the coastlines, but I didn’t see no harm in giving it a shot. I heard Jungkook was trying corn, so why not?” Namjoon declares with a proud smile.

“It’ll be interesting to see how it comes along. Looks good so far.” Yoongi says in his low voice, hands clasped behind his back while he studies the field.

While everyone else strolls through the fields of crops to discuss how the plants fare at this point in the late spring season, Seokjin and Jimin remain inside the barn where the ground possesses less mud and the shade of the roof provides them a cool place to relax while they wait for the others to return. The two youngest pups join them, jumping around on the hay, trying to climb up the ladder, and generally flocking to their parent’s side without a care in the world.

“Hi!” Jimin greets softly, sweet and lilting, crinkling his eyes in a smile as he waves at the littlest one in Seokjin’s arms. “Hello there! I don’t think we’ve officially met yet. I’m Jimin.”

“Hi! Hi, Mi… Mim… Mimi! Hi, Mimi!” Miyoung babbles and squeals with excitement, kicking her legs before she hides in Seokjin’s neck.

“You’re just a happy little thing, aren’t ya?” Jimin replies, happiness abundant inside of him at the way the pup smiles at him so big and cheerful.

“Dada! Dada, dada, dada! Pway outside!”

“I see that. Your dads are outside playing, right? Do you like going outside?” Jimin questions as he intently watches Miyoung’s adorable expression with a smile still painting his face.

“Mmm… Yes!” Miyoung nods, shyly hiding her face once more.

“Your flowers are quite beautiful. Wow. They’re already blooming so nicely and it’s pretty early in the year. I’m jealous.” Jimin comments quietly, gaze flitting from the entrances that contain gigantic trellises overflowing with colorful flowers that crawl up the wooden slats to drape down in a gorgeous display.

“Thank you! We’ve been working on them for years and years trying to get them to grow this well, so I’m really happy with the turn out!” Seokjin replies, bouncing around to entertain the pup in his arms.

All of them come together once more when they decide to repeat the journey back home, the whole crowd in an organized bunch as they tread side by side to the house, pups running rampant and conversations happening from every direction. Jimin mainly remains quiet and focuses on Jungkook’s comforting amber delighting his senses, thrilled to experience his touch again after what feels like an eternity, grasping the muscular bicep beside him while they firmly tangle their fingers together.

The inside of the lively home appears precisely like it did the last time they stopped by, toys strewn about in every corner of the place, non stop noise echoing off the walls from the conglomeration of people in one space, far too many scents battling for prominence, and not a dull moment to be had. From the colorful pillows to the crumbs on the floor to the sound of food sizzling in the kitchen, something about it feels comforting.

“What are you cooking?” Jimin inquires when he works his way into the kitchen, lingering near the doorway to not disturb Seokjin’s personal space.

“Just baking some bread and preparing some vegetables for the side dishes. Namjoon’s already roasted a hog for the main course. Alls we need is a little extra flavor and variety.” Seokjin answers, back to the doorway, devoid of a pup for the time being.

“Do you need any help with anything? I’m happy to assist with whatever.” Jimin adds in a gentle voice.

“No, no. I’m fine, you sweetie pie. It’s nearly done now, but thank you for the offer.” Seokjin turns around to shoot him a reassuring smile, slinging his towel over his shoulder. “Feel free to stay and keep me company.”

Jimin, of course, accepts the request and leans against the counter while they talk about whatever comes to mind.

All of them crowd around the dining table sans children to make room for everyone, the pups placed at the coffee table in the living room just a couple of feet away. Jimin initially bumbles with nerves when he returns from the bathroom to find all of the other adults already seated in their spots, but his heart patters in his chest when he sees that his mate saved him a seat right beside him. He even pulls the chair out to help Jimin sit like the wonderful gentleman he is.

Their supper time conversation mostly consists of playfully teasing one another and bursting into raucous laughter at whatever someone says, the obvious bond between Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok encouraging to experience with his own eyes, leaving Jimin hopeful that they might develop their friendship into something fruitful as well.

“All of you childless youngins ain’t got a clue what it’s like to find time for something as indulgent as pleasure when you’ve got a house full of pups trying to tear your bedroom door down every five seconds.” Seokjin proclaims with a shake of his head, eyes flying to each and every person around the table. “Just you wait.”

“You obviously find the time just fine considering you’ve got 4 pups dancing around in the living room.” Hoseok retorts, quirking his eyebrow in dissent.

“Why do you think we don’t got more?” Namjoon retorts as he smiles, chuckling under his breath.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not still fucking like rabbits.” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“I consider us lucky that the excitement of the honeymoon phase never ended and we still want to jump each other’s bones every chance we get. Not many people feel that way after being together for so long. I reckon we’re just a match made in heaven.” Seokjin declares proudly, a mixture of scents swirling in the air around them. From citrus to blueberry to cotton to pine, amber the strongest of all.

“Do you want to have more pups or are you going to stop there?” Jimin wonders aloud, meek yet brave, the relatability of the conversation topic bringing a burning heat to his cheeks.

“We’ll take as many as the good lord will give us.” Namjoon answers for Seokjin, declaring it loud and proud.

“Why not?” Seokjin replies, shrugging.

The conversation drifts and to and fro, from one interesting topic to another, everyone possessing something to say while they chow down on the multitude of delicious foods in front of them. Jimin finds that Yoongi remains nearly as quiet as he does, Taehyung surprisingly talkative considering he hardly knows them as well. A fun occurrence with friends merely discussing what presses on their hearts, the chaos and commotion from the pups in the background only adding to the atmosphere.

“I’m going to go outside to the stables and feed the horses with the others. Okay? I’ll just be over yonder if you need anything.” Jungkook says softly, his warm hand spread across Jimin’s lower back and his lips pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Okay.” Jimin whispers, smiling as he nods. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I suppose we can leave after that because we shouldn’t stay out too late.” Jungkook replies thoughtfully.

“Alright, sounds good.”

The three omegas of the group end up plopping onto the couch in the living room to entertain themselves with shared company while the rest of the adults congregate out in the stables to feed the horses. It works out well, the mellow, lackadaisical disposition of the omegas always bringing Jimin a sense of relaxation and calm without any pressure to perform.

He folds his hands in his lap and mostly listens while Hoseok and Seokjin detail the events of the past few weeks since the farms really shifted into busy mode.

As pathetic as it feels to contemplate, he truly enjoys having others close in age and stages of life to hang out with, comforted by the knowledge that they also experience similar struggles, triumphs, and daily happenings that leave them all with a sense of community and familiarity. They understand him on a level that no one else ever has, spending nearly all of his life with just his Ma and Pa. Even though he misses them, this helps tremendously.

“Oh, that precious glow just radiating from your skin makes me jealous. I remember those days all too well. I mean… I’ve went through it four times already, so I’m quite familiar.” Seokjin comments offhandedly, the little pup in his arms fascinated by Jimin’s presence. He shares a pointed look with Hoseok that confuses Jimin more than it bothers him.

“Whatever do you mean?” Jimin questions quietly, eyebrows furrowed while he attempts to decipher the words.

“Don’t worry about it. I suppose we’ll find out soon enough, but I’m never wrong.” Seokjin asserts with a grin, one hand on Miyoung’s back while she stands on his lap to bounce around.

“Pay him no mind.” Hoseok grumbles as he shakes his head.

“Have you been around children much? Or babies? Just youngins in general?”

“Not really.” Jimin answers swiftly, hesitant but supportive when he reaches out his hands to accept the squealing pup into his arms. “My Ma used to babysit the neighbor’s grandkids whenever they needed help, so that’s about all the experience I’ve got.”

“I think you’re a natural at it. She’s been flocking towards you all night and she don’t hardly care for anyone except me. Even her other papa.” Seokjin smiles big and bright while Miyoung explores Jimin with curiosity.

“I guess that’s a good thing?” Jimin states like a question, unsure.

“It sure is!” Seokjin proclaims as he nods. “I say pups are real good judges of character and if they like you, then you must be a good soul. They don’t just trust anyone, especially not mine.”

“Not that we ever really doubted that.” Hoseok comments from the other side of Seokjin.

“That’s true. You’re so sweet and cute that it’s hard not to trust you right off the bat. I don’t believe you’ve got a bad bone in your body.” Seokjin says with utmost confidence, flopping back on the couch to get comfortable now that his pup remains in Jimin’s lap.

“I’m honored that you think so.” Jimin admits bashfully, hiding away the blush on his cheeks.

“How’s mated life been treating you these past few months? When I first met you, you were freshly bitten and just moved into your house. Have things been going well?” Hoseok asks kindly, his blueberry scent mixing with Seokjin’s aloe vera, the beaming smile on his face so encouraging.

“It’s been going pretty good, I’d say.” Jimin answers honestly, seeing no reason to fabricate. “It took a little while for us to get settled in and used to the idea of being mates, but things are great now.”

“Is he good to ya? He’s a bit quiet and hard to read, so I can’t quite tell yet.” Seokjin asks firmly, serious as sin.

“He is.” Jimin declares with conviction. “He’s real, real good to me, takes care of me and helps me with anything I need and lets me do whatever I want. I’m happy to have him as my mate.”

“Then I guess that’s good enough for us. You let us know if you ever need someone to whoop his ass and we’ll beat him into shape for you.” Hoseok replies, a shit eating grin spread across his lips.

“U-Uh, okay.” Jimin nods, eyes wide at the idea.

“Hi! Hi, Mimi! Hi, hi!” Miyoung exclaims in her shrill, high pitched voice, gripping Jimin’s cheeks in her tiny hands.

“Hiya!” Jimin retorts, heart melting into a pile of goo in his chest. He wants to cry at the sweetness and tenderness of the precious pup in his lap that clearly likes him a lot. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes!”

Though it hurts his soul to bid goodbye to his steadily growing friendships and offhand Miyoung to her parents after bonding so well, Jimin keeps breaking into a yawn every minute or two and the dredges of sleep tickle at his mind. He wishes they could enjoy their time together a little longer, but sleep beckons him in with a pull too strong to resist. When Jungkook steps through the front door, amber instantly entrenching the omega from head to toe, he needs no further prompting to rise to his feet and prepare to head home.

“Thanks for having us. We appreciate the offer. Next time, maybe we can host everyone at our house or something.” Jungkook rasps lowly, movements grounding and firm as he reaches out to steady Jimin on his feet.

“It was nice seeing you again! Thank you for the delicious meal!” Jimin says sweetly, using the last bit of his remaining energy to speak.

“You’re welcome any time!” Namjoon replies in his deep voice, waving goodbye as they step through the door onto the dark porch.

“Don’t be a stranger! I’ll come over and force you to hang out if you do!” Seokjin shouts just before the door shuts.

---

Truly and utterly filthy.

Jimin knows it, yet he can’t find it in his heart to care for such a useless concept.

He sits prim and proper on the front porch with his alpha’s viscous cum dripping from his used hole, thoroughly stretched on a knot until his entire backside aches something fierce.

With a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and Jungkook’s comforting existence at his side, not a worry in the world flits through his serene mind. He remains unable to wipe the satisfied smile from his face, sparks of delight still tingling in the depths of his gut, eyes fluttering closed while he breathes in delicious, rich amber until it stains his lungs.

Nothing better than this.

“Do you want to go to the market with me today?” Jungkook asks in a gruff rasp, eyes glued to the sun rising on the horizon while he sips down his drink.

“The market?”

“Mhm.” Jungkook nods his head enough for the omega to notice it out of the corner of his eye. “I figure we could go and buy some fresh produce while we wait for our crops to grow enough to harvest. The food in the pantry is getting low as well, so might be nice to stock up a bit.”

“Since when do you look in the pantry?” Jimin asks with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Since always.” Jungkook shrugs.

“Are you asking me to go grocery shopping with you, alpha?” Jimin questions with pleasant disbelief, the warmth inside of him threatening to engulf him whole.

“I sure am.”

“That would be real nice.” Jimin hums under his breath, taking another long sip of his coffee, eyes flitting over to his handsome mate because he enjoys staring at him far too much. “I’d like that very much.”

“I thought you might say that. I’ll go check on the animals, feed them, that kind of thing, then we’ll head on out to town. You can get dressed and ready to go while I’m over on the farm, yeah?” Jungkook says softly, eyes sparkling in the early morning light.

“Yeah.” Jimin agrees without issue.

“Give me a kiss to tide me over while I’m gone.” Jungkook demands firmly, leaning over with his lips puckered when he stands to his feet in front of Jimin’s chair.

“You’re getting needier than me.” Jimin giggles through delicate, tender pecks.

It requires hardly any effort at all for him to pull on some acceptable clothes, the worst part of the process resulting when he scrubs himself clean and washes away the cum splattering his aching hole and inner thighs. He wants to keep his alpha’s mark on him as long as possible, uncaring of how disgusting it might seem. For everyone else’s sake, he rids his skin of the delectable scent until they return to the privacy of their own home.

Seeing the shiny watch on Jungkook’s wrist continues to evoke mirth in his heart every time he glances over at it, thrilled that his mate truly appreciates the gift and carries on a tiny piece of his biological father’s legacy by cherishing his special belongings.

After a somewhat lengthy trip out to town, encountering nowhere near as many people this time around, they park their horse and carriage in a vacant spot before climbing out to endeavor into a whole new place. It still bustles with life and liveliness even on an early weekday morning in late spring, horses galloping down the dirt paths, sellers occupying the outside stands of the market with their colorful goods, and a ruckus of noises happening from every which direction. An exciting experience for someone who mostly stays home all day.

“What should I get?” Jimin asks, flabbergasted, eyes wide as he stares at the plethora of seller stands in the outside portion of the market.

“Whatever you want.” Jungkook replies quickly.

They stroll around to receive a glimpse of everything available before Jimin chooses what interests him most, overly excited about the array of both fresh and canned goods that would liven up their daily meals. He desperately craves sweet, juicy fruit and decides to focus on that first, finding it hard to narrow down the absolute necessities when it all makes his tummy grumble with hunger.

“I think we should get peaches because my Ma used to always make oats and add them in. It was so, so delicious. That could be a good addition for my breakfasts every day.” Jimin supplies thoughtfully, lingering around the stand while he contemplates the decision.

“Get them, omega. Whatever you want is fine with me. Peaches sound great.” Jungkook states as he stands strong and broad by the omega’s side.

“Okay.”

Shopping with his Ma back home was an entirely different occasion than being the one solely responsible for planning all of the meals and purchasing each ingredient necessary. He struggles to discern how much to buy, the specific variety to choose, and which ones go well together, appreciative of Jungkook’s patience while he mulls it over in his head.

“Do you actually like carrots?” Jimin questions, hovering near some of the vegetable farmers.

“Yeah.”

“Like… Like really like them? Are they your favorite or a must have for your meals? Do you need them?” Jimin presses further, scrunching his nose as he glares at the bright orange sticks that he despises.

“I wouldn’t say that I need them. Of course not. They’re just food like everything else.” Jungkook answers. “Why?”

“I hate them.” Jimin proclaims without hesitation.

“Hate is a strong word.” Jungkook remarks, amused.

“I hate them, I swear it. They’re disgusting and bitter and taste like soap. Something about them really makes me want to gag whenever they’re in a meal. They should be done away with.”

“Then don’t buy them.” Jungkook shrugs, not even giving it a second thought.

“But… But you like them.” Jimin utters quietly.

“I like everything, so don’t base your choices around me. I mean it. Get whatever you want and like to cook because it’s pointless to rely on my opinions when it comes to these things.” Jungkook declares with finality in his tone.

Jimin and Jungkook trail around the outside section of the market for an obscene amount of time while the omega gathers all of the things he wants most, essentially grabbing a little bit of everything available if he can conjure up a plan for how to cook it. He yearns for variety and diversity after eating the same thing over and over again throughout the course of the winter.

The back of their carriage overflows with ample amounts of produce like peaches, apples, strawberries, green beans, onions, cabbage, and potatoes, neatly tucking it away to make space for the remaining things Jimin wishes to purchase from inside the store.

“Honey is such a luxury nowadays.” Jimin sighs wistfully, eyeing a jar of fresh, golden goodness that sits on the shelf in front of him.

“Is it?”

“Mhm. I heard that people have been having trouble getting their bees to stay alive long enough to produce anything. The supply can’t keep up with the demand.” Jimin explains, this issue ongoing since before he mated Jungkook.

“Do you like honey?” Jungkook inquires.

“Of course, it’s delicious! It’s super good with tea, especially. Whenever I was sick or had an upset tummy, Ma used to always make me tea with honey.” Jimin recalls that time fondly, grateful for every little thing she did to make his life better.

“That’s good enough reason for me.” Jungkook states before he reaches out to apprehend the bottle and toss it into the basket slung over his muscular arms.

“What? No! T-That… That’s okay. You don’t need to buy it, really. It’s expensive and unnecessary and—“

“Just means we should cherish it and make it last.” Jungkook shrugs, cocking his head to the side as he walks away.

Something that the omega both expects and fails to prepare for is the amount of other townsfolk simply wandering around in the same space as him. He rarely encounters strangers, much less socializes with them, so a sudden influx of casual interactions leaves him slightly overwhelmed. While mostly friendly and brief, the people randomly engaging him in conversation seem to be oblivious to the fact that he wishes to merely finish his shopping and move on.

“Good mornin’.” A low voice filters from behind him, the scent of molasses heavy in the air when Jimin turns back to locate the source of the greeting.

“Uh, hello.” Jimin says in return.

“Are you new here? I’ve lived in this town all my life and I don’t remember ever seein’ an omega as pretty as you.” The beta man states with a smile, kind without feeling threatening.

“I moved here a few months ago.” Jimin answers with a nod, still uncomfortable with the manner in which the man speaks to him.

“How exciting! I was wonderin’ why I’ve never seen you around, so I guess that explains it. Do you come to the market often?”

“This is my first time.”

“Well, I’d be a sorry excuse for a citizen if I didn’t at least offer to give a tour to help you get familiar with everything. What do you say? I can introduce you to some of the other people and get you real acquainted with how it works.” The beta offers, a tad bit pushy, motioning his head towards the checkout counter.

“U-Um, I—“

“Do you need something?” Jungkook asks, dark and intense when he creeps up behind Jimin to wrap an arm around his waist. His chest puffs out, his shoulders broaden, and his amber scent spikes with intensity. He moves closer and closer until he plasters himself to Jimin back. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, no, no. That’s quite alright. I’m perfectly fine. Just introducing myself is all.”

“This is my mate.” Jimin says proudly, skin tingling with warmth where his alpha protectively pulls his close to stake his claim.

“I see.” The beta practically whispers, eyes bouncing to the expanse of Jimin’s neck covered by his little scarf.

“Have a good day!” Jimin exclaims as politely as possible.

The rest of their shopping passes by fairly quickly, picking up any of the remaining items they need without meandering around too long. Jimin’s feet tire of carrying him from place to place and the duties of their daily back life home weigh on his shoulders, allowing Jungkook to lift the bulk of the heavier necessities to transport them to the carriage while he tends to the smaller, less demanding ones.

All in all, it proves a fruitful excursion.

Thrill needles its way into the depths of his chest when they finally pay for all of their acquired goodies and load up in the carriage to begin their journey home, the display of possessiveness from earlier still replaying in his head until he feels dizzy with heat flickering beneath his skin.

“I don’t think he realized I was mated.” Jimin gently informs him, unable to restrain his hands that wander onto Jungkook’s bulging thigh and his formidable bicep. “I forgot I was wearing a scarf, so my bite was covered.”

“I still don’t like it.” Jungkook grumbles, turning to glare into Jimin’s eyes with something dark and imploring.

“That’s okay.” Jimin whispers sweetly, not an ounce of hesitation in his body when he leans closer to press their lips together in a tender, affectionate kiss. “I like that you don’t like it. It makes me feel good when you protect me, even if I don’t need it.”

“You’re mine.” Jungkook growls, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing insistent circles over the omega’s scent gland and mating bite.

“I’m yours, alpha.” Jimin nods in agreement, breathless and wonderstruck. “Only yours.”

---

Amidst the multitude of wonderful occurrences happening in Jimin’s life—the warm weather providing him with a bright spirit, his and Jungkook’s relationship flourishing as it steadily grows stronger, both the expansive property and their formidable home more than satisfactory, finding some reliable friends for the first time in his entire life, and each day overflowing with affection and happiness and success—an occasional blunder is inevitable to remain in the balance of nature’s unpredictable ups and downs.

He wakes with a gripping nausea wracking through his stomach, captivating him wholly to the point that he struggles to breath lest he expel the singeing acid bubbling in his throat.

It leaves him curled in the fetal position, eyes squeezed close, while he attempts to assuage it.

His tummy twists and turns, weighs him down like a boulder, boils with undeniable heat, and sends shockwaves of cramps through his abdomen until he verges on crying. Seldom does he experience such intense bouts of pain, incredibly healthy and rarely catching common illnesses like the stomach bug. This time, he supposes he isn’t as lucky.

Rather than waking Jungkook with consuming desire racing through his veins and a demure smile on his pretty face, he silently wallows in his misery.

Falling back asleep without vomiting his guts out feels like a tremendous success, the omega sucking in hefty breaths of amber to soothe his aching body while he allows his mind to drift off to wonderland and provide him an escape from his reality. The safety and comfort of their cozy bed wraps him up like a warm hug to assist in his plight to vanish from this unfortunate situation. With no motivation to move a single muscle and a debilitating wave of nausea plowing into him every few minutes, he decides to sleep until the sun rises high in the sky.

“Omega.” Jungkook calls into the quiet stillness of their bedroom, worry thick in his voice even without looking at his handsome face. “Are you alright?”

Jimin shakes his head.

At the mere sign of something possibly being wrong, Jungkook drops his gloves onto the chest at the end of their bed and hurries over to his mate’s side to assess the situation with utmost scrutiny.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is everything okay?” Jungkook rapid fires his questions.

“I don’t feel so good.”

“No?” Jungkook asks, gruff and scratchy, leaning closer to clutch the omega’s face in his impossibly warm hands. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“My tummy hurts.” Jimin answers quietly, nuzzling into the comfort of his alpha’s hand.

“Do you feel like you’re going to be sick? Or is it something different? Are you queasy?” Jungkook questions in an attempt to clarify the circumstances around his mate’s sudden bout of illness.

“Yeah.” Jimin nods ever so slightly.

“I see.” Jungkook rasps breathily, pulling back the blanket to see the offending appendage for himself. Since Jimin remains bereft of his clothing from the previous night’s affairs, the puddle of wetness beneath him still glaringly apparent, the closeness of Jungkook’s face to such filth makes him nervous. He places a gentle kiss to the bare skin of his lower belly while he rubs soothing circles in the flesh. “This is what’s bothering you, darlin’? This right here?”

“Mhm.”

“It don’t seem like you got a fever. Are you hurting anywhere else? Any other pain? Chills or body aches or something like that? Or is it just your stomach?” Jungkook inquires with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Only… Only my tummy.”

“You stay here and rest until you’re feeling better, okay? Don’t worry about anything else.” Jungkook commands softly, covering him with the blankets once more.

“Okay, thank you, alpha.” Jimin says as sweetly as he can manage.

The bulk of the first part of the day transpires with Jimin cuddled up in bed doing absolutely nothing of inherent value, slipping in and out of slumber as his only reprieve from the entrenching nausea consuming his body. He relaxes while he attempts to ignore the pain, focuses on nothing except his steady breathing, and mostly avoids breathing through his nose because smelling things only makes him more queasy.

It feels terrible to abandon his daily duties to lie useless in bed, but he understands the limitations of his own body and how one day off won’t bring their family to ruin.

“What’s this?” Jimin asks in a croaking, strangled voice, pliant as he lets Jungkook maneuver him into a sitting position against the headboard. “You made me a drink?”

“It’s tea.” Jungkook answers succinctly.

“Oh.”

“It should help with your stomach a little bit, I think. I brewed some of the mildest one I could find in the pantry and added some of the honey to sweeten it a bit. Hopefully it makes you feel better.” Jungkook explains gently, splaying a tray across the omega’s lap before handing him the cup of steaming tea.

“You… You put honey in it?” Jimin questions, something thick and emotional lodged in the back of his throat at the notion.

“Yeah. That’s what your Ma used to do, right? Maybe it’ll help.” Jungkook states with gentleness and apprehension in his words.

“Thank you so much.”

Forgoing lunch altogether sounds like the best course of action considering how he only manages to feel slightly better by the time the afternoon rolls around, dragging himself out of bed to at least do some of the chores on his list for the day. He takes it easy even though it bothers him to refrain from accomplishing everything like usual. No lengthy trips to the chicken coop, not lifting anything heavy, never moving too quickly or bouncing himself around.

The simplest of his responsibilities receive his attention in the later part of the afternoon, sweeping the hardwood floors in the common areas and dusting the surfaces in their bedroom, only a handful of tasks finished due to his slow, lethargic movements.

Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise him to wake up from a late nap to smell delicious foods sizzling in the kitchen, but it certainly does, climbing out of bed to tiptoe into the doorway to find Jungkook preparing dinner without ever saying a word. He effortlessly flits about the room while he cooks, chops, and cleans up after himself, well-versed enough to finish an entire meal on his own without any assistance from Jimin.

Jungkook goes as far as to set everything on the table, plate their food on their dishes, fill their glasses with something to drink, and pull out the omega’s chair, a heartwarming sight to happen upon out of nowhere.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Jimin says quietly, hesitant about eating since his stomach only just calmed down.

“Of course, I can.” Jungkook states, soft and soothing, staring across the table with a playful glimmer in his eyes. “Who do you think fed my parents when my mother didn’t feel like cooking?”

“You?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods, the somber meaning behind his words not lost in translation.

“Is there anything you didn’t do for your parents?” Jimin questions in annoyance, thinking of how his alpha worked on the farm, sacrificed all of his free time, received no money or compensation, and also picked up the slack when his parents were lazy.

“Not really.” Jungkook shrugs.

“Well… Thank you for making this meal for us. You didn’t have to do that. I wouldn’t have minded if you woke me up to cook.” Jimin says in a meek voice, not happy with how the day played out.

“Why the hell would I do that when I’ve got two working hands and a perfectly functioning brain between my ears?”

“I don’t know. It’s just… It’s my job.” Jimin answers after thinking it over for a minute.

“Your job is to stay happy, healthy, and safe. That’s your most important duty. Everything else comes second.” Jungkook declares with unwavering confidence, never more assured of himself than when he addresses things like this with Jimin. “Plus, are we not mates?”

“We are.” Jimin nods in agreement.

“Then that means we share the burden of keeping this household afloat. If you can’t do something that needs to be done, I’ll step in and do it. Same as how you would do it for me. We’re a team.” Jungkook explains without an ounce of hesitation.

“A family.” Jimin corrects, proud and grateful, tingling with delight when he contemplates the concept.

“That’s exactly right, sweetheart. I don’t have much experience with it, but I reckon a family works together and supports each other through good times and bad. Ain’t that right? Is that how your family was?” Jungkook asks, once again bringing about an air of sadness with his words.

“Yes, that’s right. My Ma and Pa and me were like that. We should be like that too.” Jimin asserts, strong and happy.

After an excruciatingly agonizing day apart, hardly seeing one another for any significant length of time at all due to the sickness plaguing Jimin’s body, he craves his mate’s presence so badly that it aches. He wants him, wants to be near him, wants to find solace in his embrace until the woes of the world fade away to nothingness. The emptiness in his soul only dissipates when he crawls onto Jungkook’s lap on the couch and sags in his comforting hold, yearning for the connection that he needs more than anything.

“I missed you today.” Jimin whispers in a cloying, breathy voice, head on Jungkook’s shoulder while he mouths at the sensitive skin of the alpha’s neck. Rich, smokey amber drowns him from head to toe. “Missed you so, so much.”

“Did you miss me or my cock?” Jungkook replies in jest, feet propped up on the coffee table to help him slowly thrust into Jimin’s soused, gripping heat.

“Hmm… Both.” Jimin answers honestly.

“Been a while since we went a whole day without doing this. Can hardly remember what it’s like now that we never stop.” Jungkook grunts, low and deep, arms wrapped strongly around Jimin’s back to cage him in against his firm chest. “I missed you too, omega.”

Everything about their pace of intimacy slows to a lethargic rhythm, Jimin occasionally rutting forward to bring himself pleasure while Jungkook lazily moves his hips to stroke the depths of his walls with his massive cock. No urgency or rush, all the time in the world to indulge in each other’s touch. The omega suckles on the spot of skin just below his mate’s scent gland, nose buried against the source of the addicting smell as he leaves a blooming bruise with his mouth. More than chasing a peak or seeking ultimate bliss, they find comfort in the joined bonding of their bodies.

“I’m okay, I promise. I’m alright. I… I don’t know why this h-happens sometimes.” Jimin states through a pathetic whimper, looking away in embarrassment when Jungkook watches as tears flow down his cheeks. “M’sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, sweetheart? Don’t do that. You’re allowed to cry.” Jungkook replies, swallowing thickly, pressing hot, tender kisses to his lips.

“It’s just… It’s a lot. I f-feel so much in my chest and my heart and… and my soul. I love it when you make me feel so complete.” Jimin confesses as he sucks in a deep breath, clenching around the twitching knot buried inside of him.

“Some days your heart is just a little more sensitive. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Probably doesn’t help that I haven’t been feeling well today.” Jimin replies with a tired sigh, collapsing against his alpha’s chest once more to rest his weary head on his shoulder. “I’m a big baby.”

“You’re human.” Jungkook supplies, gently brushing his fingers through Jimin’s hair.

He sincerely hopes that he feels better come tomorrow, already tired of the emotions and heaviness weighing on his body after one day of sickness. A fluke or temporary illness, something that comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Jimin plans to start anew when the sun rises in the sky.

Notes:

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Chapter 6: Nauseated

Notes:

A day flows into several days that morph into a week of soul-gripping nausea for the bulk of Jimin’s waking hours, ravaged by unrelenting stomach pain, sensitivity to smells, and a lack of appetite that leaves him less than enthused to continue his productive routine when he would much rather lie in bed resting.

He doesn’t hide his sickness, per se, but he certainly doesn’t decide to divulge the true extent of his illness.

With the beginning of summer bringing forth an immense amount of heavy labor on the farm—the animals being sent to slaughter or bred for future growth, the crops requiring tons of attention to ensure they achieve peak success, and nonstop repairs or extra duties popping up around the property—the omega simply wants to spare his mate the additional stress of worrying about something so unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

Surely his queasy stomach will subside soon and everything will return back to normal.

After taking a lazy morning knot because his body loves to torture him with such conflicting conditions and wishes, Jimin prepares their hot drinks before they trek outside to enjoy a brief moment of shared company while the sun starts inching forward to illuminate the earth in its glorious glow.

“What do you have planned for today, alpha?” Jimin questions sweetly, lightly sipping his tea because he doesn’t want to spew the contents of his stomach all over himself.

“Same as always.” Jungkook answers gruffly. “Mainly going to focus on the crops while Taehyung takes care of the animals. Need to water everything, give them more fertilizer, get rid of the weeds popping up, and prune some plants. The boring tedious parts of growing crops.”

“I see.” Jimin hums, enjoying the gentle breeze blowing across his clammy skin.

“How about you, darlin’?”

“I’m not too sure. I think I’ll write to my Ma and Pa since I just received another letter from them. Maybe bake something, sew up the hole in Taehyung’s pants that I offered to fix, nothing too exciting.” Jimin answers as he considers his agenda for the day, careful not to over exert himself considering the state of his body.

“You let me know if you need help with anything, okay?” Jungkook states firmly, reaching over to clasp Jimin’s hand in his. “I’m just over yonder if you want to see me.”

“Okay.” Jimin says softly, something heavy sitting on his chest as he sucks in a breath, swiftly comforted by his alpha’s presence.

“I mean it.” Jungkook declares with finality in his tone.

“I know you do.” Jimin replies, neither of pressing the topic further. He knows that his mate understands even the things he doesn’t utter aloud.

“Oh, I forgot to mention Taehyung will be leaving a bit earlier today because he has something he needs to do in town. He’ll be having lunch with us and then leaving a few hours later.” Jungkook says as he offers Jimin’s hand one last squeeze before he stands to his feet.

“What’s he need to do?”

“I got no clue.” Jungkook answers, leaning down to peck Jimin’s plush lips and hug him goodbye. “See you in a bit, sweetheart.”

Thrusting open all of the windows allows a wonderful bout of fresh air to billow freely through every inch of their home, providing Jimin with an undeniable sense of relief and a nice bit of coolness among the steadily increasing temperatures. He thoroughly appreciates the opportunity to work within the comfort of his most precious space while he battles the waves of nausea that knock into him every few minutes. Most of his initial guilt about slowing down his productivity fades away since he sees no other option than to take it easy when he feels so terribly.

For the first part of the day, he dawdles around completing the few things on his list.

Sitting at the desk to write out a letter to his grandparents fills him with heavy emotions, homesickness and sadness gripping him whole when he attempts to conjure up a worthwhile message to those who mean so much to him.

It helps to know that their health and well-being still remains even in the omega’s absence.

He jots down whatever thoughts erupt in his head while he recalls the events of the past month or so, intent on keeping them updated about the course of his life with his mate by his side. From Taehyung’s helping hand to his friendships with the neighbors, he offers them a brief sneak peek of how things currently unfold in this new chapter of his story. He ensures he adds lots of lines about how deeply he misses them and hopes to see them again soon.

Sewing Taehyung’s pants comes next, deciding to tackle the short affair because it requires next to nothing out of him both physically and mentally.

Jimin plops himself on the couch while he listens to the wind whistle through the windows and the animals chirp about in the background, lulled into a brief reprieve from his gradually waning illness as he occupies his hands and mind by patching the tear in his trousers on the knee of his right leg.

Easy as could be.

His next responsibility aligns more with an indulgent hobby, but he accomplishes it anyway because it makes him feel proud and productive to do much of anything at all these days.

Baking a chocolate cake and making a thick fudge frosting to drizzle atop it.

Even though he mostly breathes through his nose to avoid his stomach lurching at the strong smell of the ingredients he uses, Jimin’s stomach actually rumbles in hunger when he tosses the bundt pan inside the oven to bake. It rises in no time and sends a delicious scent swirling through the air, impossible to ignore when his belly longs for food after an entire morning of deprivation. He swigs down more tea to stave himself off a little longer until his nausea truly settles.

By the time the cake finishes, the sun sits high in the sky, and he fully prepares a hearty meal to feed everyone, his cruel stomach ceases to torture him any longer.

“What’s your favorite fruit?” Jimin questions with curiosity, staring down the table at Taehyung.

“Oranges.” Taehyung answers without hesitation.

“Interesting. Not many oranges in this part of the country, right? I ain’t had them much.” Jimin replies, humming as he shoves spoonfuls of his seaweed soup into his mouth.

“They’re much more common down South where I come from, but occasionally you can find them at some markets up here.”

“I’ll have to grab some next time I see them so we can all try them.” Jimin says, mostly voicing his thoughts aloud rather than attempting to continue the conversation. “What do you like to do for fun?”

“Well… I mostly keep to myself, honestly. I don’t reckon I do much besides working and resting. Sometimes I read or visit theaters to watch plays, simple things like that. I really liked going to the beach when I lived closer.” Taehyung states thoughtfully, shrugging.

“Ah, that sounds about right. Does that mean you’re a fan of doing stuff outdoors?” Jimin questions next, citrus and amber flourishing in the dining room around them.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” Taehyung replies with a bright smile.

“Jungkook likes it too! He loves being outside and doing stuff in nature. You should go on a hike together or something, maybe when things on the farm calm down a bit.” Jimin suggests, eyes sparkling when he glances over to his alpha who remains quiet as he scarfs down his food.

“Might be nice.” Jungkook nods in support of the idea.

“Yeah, could invite some of the others along too.” Taehyung adds.

“I’ll pack you guys a nice lunch and some snacks so you don’t get hungry while you’re gone. I bet it will be lots and lots of fun!”

“You don’t want to join?” Taehyung asks with a raised eyebrow, pausing to drink his juice.

“It don’t seem like he’s cut out for hiking.” Jungkook answers, lips quirking into a little smile when he glances across the table at Jimin. “Right, sweetheart?”

“Unfortunately, he’s right.” Jimin nods. “No hiking for me. I need to stay on level ground where it’s safe and sound. Well, maybe on the water too. I might be alright with getting on a boat or something.”

“I understand completely.” Taehyung says kindly.

“Don’t forget to get you a slice of cake for dessert before you head back outside. It looks real moist and decadent, so I think you’ll like it. Both of you. I can heat it up as well if you’d prefer to eat it that way.” Jimin announces as he stares through the doorway into the kitchen where Taehyung and Jungkook wash off their dishes.

“Don’t worry, I couldn’t forget if I tried! It looks amazing!” Taehyung exclaims in delight.

“Best cake I’ve ever had in my life, that’s for damn sure.” Jungkook says with a groan, not even finishing plating his slice before he grabs a bite.

An encompassing silence engulfs the house once Taehyung and Jungkook venture outside to resume working in the fields, only the gentle whistle of the wind, the occasional scurry of an animal, and his own footsteps against the hardwood resounding in the air, something unusually lonely about the quiet emptiness surrounding the omega.

Jimin attempts to quell the ache inside of him.

He busies himself with whatever minuscule tasks he can conjure up in his scrambled mind, climbing the staircase to dust the railings on the second floor before deciding to clean the baseboards.

Wipe down the windows, organize the desk in the living room, sweep the chimney.

Though he hardly devotes his attention to creating work for more than an hour or two, Jimin finds that nothing works to quell the longing that clutches his soul. He yearns for connection, company, conversation, deeply craving his alpha’s presence in a way that evokes pain inside of him. No part about his consuming feelings make any sense whatsoever, but that matters little when he knows precisely how to soothe his turmoil and assuage the storm brewing in his chest.

Jimin forgoes a horse and endeavors on a calming stroll through the fields until he eventually reaches the barn, hoping by some stroke of luck that he happens upon Jungkook rather than needing to continue his journey even further.

To describe the alpha’s reaction as shock would be an understatement.

“Omega.” Jungkook growls from the pits of his chest, grumbly and concerned when he drops the shovel in his hand to stride across the barn to Jimin. “What are you doing out here? Are you alright? Did something happen? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“Calm down.” Jimin replies with a pleased smile, the gnawing in his soul swiftly dissipating when amber washes over him.

“Huh?”

“Everything’s alright.” Jimin says sweetly, eyes glimmering as he stares at his handsome alpha. “I just… I missed you.”

“You missed me?” Jungkook repeats, flabbergasted.

“Mhm. I missed you and I didn’t have much to do around the house and I decided to walk out here. Nothing happened or anything. I only wanted to see you. Is that okay?” Jimin questions in a timid, low voice while he stands face to face with his mate.

“Of course. You can come see me whenever the hell you want. It’s just a rare occasion, so it worried me.” Jungkook states honestly.

“You said I could come see you if I wanted to.” Jimin recalls their earlier conversation, neither of them expecting it to actually happen, but the offer sounded too great to resist.

“You can do anything you want, darlin’.” Jungkook replies without hesitation, stepping forward to wrap his hand around the omega’s bicep.

“Are you real busy right now? I don’t have to stay if you have lots to do or if you don’t plan on staying around here for long. I suppose I didn’t give it much thought before I walked all the way from the house to find you.” Jimin says softly, glancing around the barn to see how things changed since his last visit a couple months ago.

“I’m not busy for you, no. You’re welcome to stay while I work around here and finish up some stuff.” Jungkook answers decisively, an uncertain look in his eyes and a slight knit in his brow while he stares the omega up and down like he wants to figure him out.

“That would be great!” Jimin smiles brightly, turning around before he skips over to the bench near the ladder. “I’ll sit here and watch for now. You can continue whatever you were doing. Don’t let me distract you.”

Jimin, true to his word, merely watches Jungkook work.

They barely utter a sound unless the omega feels the pressing need to ask a question or make a statement, content to conduct themselves as usual without even acknowledging each other’s presence.

Jungkook moves from one part of the barn to another while he gathers hay for the horses, shovels the dirt to replenish the chicken coop with fresh ground, and carries gigantic bags of fertilizer to neatly arrange them in the corner, his striated muscles emphasized with every flex of his formidable body exerting energy to complete a strenuous task. He doesn’t only pour himself into his job, he also looks good doing it. His hair blows in the breeze while his musky, thick scent wafts in the air. Jimin might enjoy the show a little too much.

Occasionally, the alpha grumbles out a warning before he exits the barn for a couple of minutes or moves out of his mate’s sight, everything calm and cool and collected.

Peaceful.

An ideal environment for Jimin to rest his struggling body while soaking up the presence of his mate.

“Oh! Hey, Jimin!” Taehyung exclaims as he pads through the massive barn door, stopping dead in his tracks when he notices the omega sitting there. “What are you doin’ all the way out here?”

“Watching.” Jimin answers succinctly.

“I see.” Taehyung hums lowly, eyes flitting from Jungkook to Jimin a couple of times before he nods.

“You finished up for the day?” Jungkook asks, gruff and deep, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand when he emerges from his spot beneath the shadow of the upper level.

“Yes, sir. All of the animals have been fed, I rearranged the pig pen so we can repair the broken wall tomorrow, the cows were all counted and inspected, eggs are in baskets by the chicken coop, and I took the horses for a ride to check on the land. Everything should be good for the day.”

“Right on.” Jungkook grunts roughly, giving the beta a nod. “You’re free to go, then. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks, boss!”

“Where are you going?” Jimin asks with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Oh, uh… I’m heading to the post office before they close.” Taehyung responds quietly.

“You have mail you need to send or something?” Jimin presses further, intrigued.

“Yeah. I, um… I usually send my son a package every month, so I need to stop by before they close in the afternoon or I won’t be able to ship it out in time.” Taehyung refuses to make eye contact, staring at the ground while he kicks the dirt beneath his feet.

“Your… Your son? You have a son?” Jimin and Jungkook share mirrored looks of shock when the omega stares at him across the way.

“Mhm.”

“W-Well… I hope you have a good rest of your day! See you tomorrow!” Jimin replies quickly, sensing the somber heaviness in the air and choosing not to push the topic any further for now.

“Bye!”

Jimin and Jungkook mainly take it easy for the remainder of the day, hanging out around the barn for another hour or so before the alpha reluctantly escorts Jimin back to the house in order to start preparing dinner. He stalls in the doorway of the kitchen for far too long, seemingly struggling to leave his mate behind to finish up the last of his duties. In the end, he leaves for a blimp of time to swiftly return and keep a watchful eye on him for the rest of the night.

Rather than engage in any intense forms of affection, the nagging drive to connect in a deeper way not as insistent for whatever reason, they curl up on the couch while holding one another close, nothing more and nothing less.

Every cell in Jimin’s body sings in delight as he buries his face in the column of his alpha’s neck, amber drenching him from the inside out.

“Did you bathe today?” Jungkook questions out of nowhere, sucking in deep breaths where his nose rests in the omega’s messy hair.

“What kind of question is that?” Jimin counters, both confused and slightly offended. “Of course, I did! Why are you asking me that? Do I smell bad or something?”

“Not bad, but different.” Jungkook answers truthfully.

“Different how?”

“Hmm…” Jungkook pauses to draw in a lengthy breath, ruffling Jimin’s hair when he exhales, the steady thrum of his heart pounding beneath the omega’s tiny hand. “Just… Just a little sweeter, I guess. Richer in a way. More natural, I reckon.”

“I don’t know.” Jimin shakes his head, unsure what to say or why his scent would change.

“It’s not bad, sweetheart. I promise. You smell just as lovely as always, only it’s a little different for some reason.”

That night, tucked up in bed together while they allow their tangled bodies to drift off to peaceful slumber after a fruitful day, Jimin knocks out into a deep sleep before he even attempts to contemplate what the steadily building circumstances around him and his body could mean.

For now, he simply indulges in his mate’s warm hold without a care in the world.

---

When Jungkook proposes on a random wednesday that they carve out a portion of their day to spend time together on the property having a little picnic, the sincerity of the romantic suggestion initially takes the omega by surprise, but he swiftly agrees with the notion and bolts into action to enact his wildest dreams in picnic basket form.

He flounces around the house to prepare the perfect lunchtime meal to take with them, butterflies fluttering in his belly and a content smile plastered on his face.

Using the fresh lemons Taehyung gifted him from the market, Jimin squeezes a multitude of juice to create a wonderfully sweet and tart lemonade. The various vegetables in the pantry get sliced into acceptable portions and shoved into a bowl. He slices several pieces of fresh bread to concoct delicious sandwiches with the cheese they last bought at the market. To top it all off and ensure it exceeds their expectations, he wraps a couple of blueberry muffins for their dessert section of the meal.

His heart overflows with pride and happiness when he stares at the gingham lined, woven basket sitting atop the kitchen counter.

Delightfully warmer weather encompasses the earth now that summer approaches and completely thrusts away the frigid temperatures of winter, Jimin tugging on a rather scandalous choice of dress with a mere tank top and flowy shorts to match the heat of the season.

Everything inside of him sings with mirth when his alpha pads through the front door looking as handsome as ever, clad in his typical button up shirt and trousers combo with the top buttons undone to reveal his broad chest and the sleeves rolled up to showcase his muscular forearms. Jimin practically swoons at the sight of him, formidable, strong, and gorgeous, his amber scent tickling the depths of the omega’s being to envelop him in utter bliss.

“Howdy, sweetheart.” Jungkook croons ever so sweetly, wrapping his arms around Jimin from behind to grip him in a tight hug. “Are you all ready to go?”

“Go? Go where? I thought we were staying here?” Jimin questions with a furrowed brow.

“We sure are. I scouted out the property yesterday to find the best spot to have our little picnic and I found somewhere down by the creek, so we’ll have to take a horse over there. It’s an awful long walk otherwise.” Jungkook explains kindly, hooking his chin over the omega’s shoulder.

“Then yes!” Jimin declares as he nods excitedly, turning around in his mate’s hold to peck his cheek. “I’m all ready to go!”

“To the horse we go.”

Jungkook, of course, apprehends the basket filled with food and drinks before Jimin can even attempt to swipe it off the counter, waiting patiently on the porch while the omega collects everything else they need for their little date. When he emerges with a blanket in his arms and a hat atop his head, Jungkook shoots him the most charming smile Jimin has ever seen.

The ride towards the creek passes by rather quickly with his alpha engulfing him so wholly.

A collection of steadily growing, lush trees crowd in one area not far from the creek on the outer edge of their property line, thick enough to protect them from the glaring sun and harsh elements, yet still spread out in a way that allows them to enjoy the breeze while sitting upon the soft grass lining the earth. Their personal slice of heaven, completely and totally owned by them to cherish whenever they please. It feels like they escape to their own little world all the way out here.

Jungkook takes the initiative to spread the blanket across the grass, plop their basket in the middle of it, and help Jimin into place before he settles down right beside him.

“Don’t you want to eat, darlin’? I can hear your stomach rumbling all the way out here. You need to feed your body something good.” Jungkook rasps, chuckling when Jimin swiftly shakes his head in denial.

“I just want to sit here with you, alpha. I missed you so much.” Jimin replies in his saccharine sweet voice, perched in Jungkook’s lap like he wants.

“Why not both?” Jungkook counters, leaning forward to grab the bowl of vegetables and dressing. He places it on his knee before dipping a piece of cucumber into the tangy sauce to bring it directly to Jimin’s salivating mouth. “Sit with me while you eat this food you made for us.”

“Well… Okay.” Jimin nods, in no place to argue with such a useful solution.

“I’m beginning to think you might be spoiled.”

“Me? Spoiled?” Jimin questions in a feigned air of shock, eyes wide and mouth dropped open when he glances back at Jungkook, adamantly denying the concept. “No way!”

“That’s what a spoiled person would say.” Jungkook states blankly.

“I’m a perfectly humble omega who isn’t spoiled one single bit. I can guarantee you that. You’ve got the wrong person. Now feed me more.” Jimin says in jest, amused by the exasperated sigh that pulls from Jungkook’s lips at the purposely ironic display.

“What am I going to do with you?” Jungkook shakes his head, feeding Jimin a bite of radish despite his attitude.

“I’m just well taken care of, that’s all.”

“I ain’t arguing with that, omega.” Jungkook declares firmly, pride thick in his amber scent when Jimin sucks in another breath. “Damn right, you are.”

“I’m glad we agree.” Jimin says with a glimmering smile, leaning his back on Jungkook’s shoulder and closing his eyes while he chews on another piece of broccoli straight from his alpha’s hand. It doesn’t get better than this.

For the majority of their special meal time, the two of them merely soak up the glorious scenery of nature surrounding them while they feed each other the foods Jimin prepared especially for the occasion. The tree tops billow in the delightful breeze, animals scurry about as they hop from one place to another, free flowing water trickles in the background, and not a cloud hangs in the sky to block the radiating warmth pouring from the sun. A strikingly beautiful way to spend time together as mates.

Jimin wonders how he could ever experience happiness greater than in this moment, engulfed in the arms of his alpha mate who he adores more than anything, finding it hard to believe that life could surpass such a gratifying semblance of satisfaction.

He would remain here in perpetuity if he could.

“You’ve sure been wanting blueberries a lot these days, haven’t you? Been like a whole week of you eating them every day.” Jungkook says thoughtfully, his scent smokier and richer when Jimin not only eats from his hand, but also licks the sugar crystals from his fingers. “Blueberry everything.”

“Hmm… Now that you mention it, I guess so.” Jimin nods, thinking back to the past week.

“Good thing berries are coming into season which means you can eat them all you want soon enough. We’ll be overflowing with ‘em.”

“They’re real good. I can’t get enough, always wanting more. I even woke up to eat some in the middle of the night last night.” Jimin states with a smile, undeniable sparks of warmth simmering in his gut while he sits in his alpha’s lap being hand fed and drowning in affection.

“I can tell.” Jungkook rasps in his low, gravelly voice, echoing off the walls of Jimin’s chest with how deep and low it rumbles. “You don’t let a drop go to waste.”

“Never.”

Since his mate spends far too much time indulging his whims and letting him act like a helpless brat who can’t do anything for himself, Jimin returns the favor to offer Jungkook a muffin of his own that he also feeds him by hand, an incredibly intimate and personal expression of devotion that rarely happens even within the confines of mating. The instinctual form of care conveys how valiantly they devote themselves to one another, their innermost wolves beyond pleased by the show of dedication to allow themselves to both feed and be fed. True vulnerability on display.

Of course, almost nothing remains totally innocent now that Jimin and Jungkook constantly engage in the musings of their primal desires, even the simplest of interactions possessing the ability to devolve into utter filth in the blink of an eye.

Jimin hardly finds time to contemplate the situation unfolding around them before he lies on his back on the blanket spread beneath him, his alpha hovering over him with a savage look in his eyes and desperation pouring from his amber scent in droves, the intentions behind his every touch glaringly apparent with how insistently he wishes to connect with his mate in this way regardless of their location.

In the end, the omega’s logical reasoning flies to the forefront of his brain if only for a brief moment.

“H-Here?” Jimin questions breathily, turning to gaze at their precarious circumstances and the sprawling landscape surrounding them from all sides. “But… But what if Taehyung or someone sees? We’re outside.”

“On our own property.” Jungkook states with an amused smirk.

“Yeah, but anyone could see us! What if they catch us like this and… and—“

“Who the hell is going to come all the way out here and find us? Taehyung’s working over yonder on the farm and ain’t no one just going to wander onto our land. Plus, it’s our own damn property. We can do whatever we please.” Jungkook declares firmly, not an ounce of shame in his words.

“I don’t know…” Jimin says quietly, contemplative as he stares up at the treetops, thoroughly entranced by the delicious scent of amber gripping his senses.

“We don’t have to.” Jungkook shrugs, scanning over Jimin’s hesitant expression before he sits back on his haunches. “It’s fine if you’re not comfortable with it, darlin’. We can be good little—“

“No.” Jimin shakes his head with conviction.

“Hmm?” Jungkook hums in question.

“I… I want to.” Jimin asserts, determination swirling in his chest when he relents to the sparks of warmth flickering in his lower belly. “I want you. Always want you, alpha. So, so bad.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice.

The distractions of their surroundings make for a slightly interesting experience as the birds in the trees chirp their melodic songs, the wind whistles through the leaves to create a steady flow of air, sunshine occasionally peeks through the treetops to glimmer in their eyes or beat down on their skin, and nothing except a single blanket beneath their bodies provides a less than comfortable surface to work with. When fire burns through their veins and the magnet tug of joining together as mates draws them closer, the details matter not.

“Have I ever told you that you’re awful pretty?” Jungkook asks in a gruff, rocky voice, pressing hot, wet kisses to the spot just below the omega’s ear. “Because you’re the prettiest thing I ever did see, especially when you’re all pink and warm and soft under me like this.”

“I think you’ve told me once or… o-or twice.” Jimin chokes out, stammering through heavy breaths as his mate thumbs over the head of his cock while he fists him impossibly tight.

“Good, that’s real good. I think I need to remind you more often. It would be a travesty for you to ever think otherwise.” Jungkook rasps so sweetly that the sounds drip from his mouth like honey.

“A-Alpha—“ Jimin whines, high pitched and needy, tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Feels so good.” Jimin mutters under his breath, squirming and rutting his hips while the insane bliss overtakes him from inside out. “Always feel so good when you touch me like this. Love it so much. My alpha is the best alpha.”

“I’m proud that you think so.” Jungkook’s breath ghosts over his ear as he speaks in a low grumble.

Any sort of mind blowing affection never lasts long because the two of them harbor no intentions of torturing themselves by prolonging the period before they finally intertwine, perpetually falling weak to their greater needs when they allow their bodies to receive whatever they desire without hesitation. No point in waiting or building up the anticipation, still so new to this consuming passion that they indulge every chance they find to come together in this way.

Jimin attempts to return the favor and dive his hand past the waistband of his alpha’s trousers to provide him with equal bliss, but it swiftly spirals into a clumsy, messy movement of his little hands when Jungkook dives his fingers past the clench of his asshole to stretch him open for his cock and knot.

The situation engulfing them all but fades away to a distant memory in the back of their minds, unable to care about anything besides the valiant surge for euphoria that surmounts inside their beings until it threatens to devour them whole.

“Oh, gods have mercy.” Jimin cries out as Jungkook gradually feeds his cock past the tight ring of muscles at his entrance, the initial stretch always providing such an addicting mix of pleasure and satisfaction.

“How do you still feel this amazing after all this time?” Jungkook questions in awe, pushing the omega’s knees back while he fits perfectly between his thighs. “Don’t think I could ever get tired of this.”

“D-Don’t… Don’t hold back. I want to feel you deep inside of me.” Jimin whimpers desperately, clenching uncontrollably around the cock spearing him open.

“Yeah? Are you sure? Want alpha to fuck you harder this time?” Jungkook inquires, hips slow and steady.

“Please.” Jimin nods rapidly.

“Tell me if it gets too much, omega. Can you do that? Will you let me know if you need me to slow down or be less rough or—“

“Yes, yes, of course.” Jimin replies in an instant, scrambled brain not allowing him to continue any longer, the need gnawing at his insides to leave him consumed with desperation. “Promise.”

“Mmm, my sweet, needy mate.” Jungkook utters in a scratchy voice with a pleased smile on his lips.

Words continue to fail to describe how magnificent it feels to have Jungkook thrusting inside of him with reckless abandon, all sense of preservation chucked to the wayside in order to supply them both with the euphoria they need. He grunts from the depths of his chest, lungs heaving to suck in breaths, strong arms caging Jimin in beneath him while he fucks into him at a rabid pace. True to his word and his omega’s pleading request, he doesn’t hold back in any way, shape, or form.

The incessant slap of skin on skin, the never ending gushing and squirting of slick from Jimin’s battered rim, the mewls and moans echoing in the air around them, the sweat dripping from their temples to trail down their clammy skin, it all culminates into a wild frenzy of Jungkook fucking his mate with every last drop of energy he possesses.

“Please, please, more. Need more. T-Touch me, alpha. Please. Need you to touch me.” Jimin begs without hesitation, never ashamed to ask for what he needs from his mate.

“Touch you where, sweetheart? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. Sound so pretty when you beg like this.” Jungkook growls something dark and animalistic, scent so thick with smokey arousal and raw need that it hangs over Jimin’s head like a cloud.

“H-Here.” Jimin whines, pushing one of Jungkook’s hands to hover over his weeping cock before he processes his needs further and leads the other to his chest. “And here.”

“You want alpha to touch you here?” Jungkook questions, eyes big and dark.

“Yes, please.” Jimin answers honestly, a moan ripping from his throat his alpha pinches his pebbled nipples between his rough fingers.

“That’s certainly new.”

With a hand delightfully squeezing his chest and another tightly gripping his cock in a chokehold, Jungkook’s throbbing cock thrusting into him harshly enough to forcefully expel the oxygen from his struggling lungs, Jimin comes with a cry the second he feels the bulbous knot stretching his walls to maximum capacity, covering his bare belly in ropes of milky cum while he whimpers and trembles and experiences utter bliss.

“Fuck, oh fuck. Holy shit. So good, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Absolutely perfect.” Jungkook babbles without any semblance of coherency, mirroring the madness swirling in Jimin’s head.

His alpha offers no warnings before he meets his own release, muscles tensing where he rests the bulk of his weight across Jimin’s body while he tosses his head back in a throaty groan, wave after wave of cum pouring into his mate to stain his insides with the mark of rich amber. It coats him within the depths of his painfully stretched walls, forever melting away to mold him to the shape of the only person who ever offers him such undying devotion.

“I’m going home to take a cold bath after this. It’s so hot, I’m sweating in places I didn’t know existed. How can you stand this all day in the scorching sun while you work?” Jimin whines in complaint, body literally glued to Jungkook’s with a layer of sweat.

“I reckon you get used to it after a while, darlin’.” Jungkook answers, shrugging.

“Next time, maybe we should wait until we’re in the shade or something.” Jimin replies thoughtfully, breaths deep and slow while he stares up at the trees above them.

“Whatever you want.”

They end their perfect date with some tender kissing while they wait for Jungkook’s knot to shrink enough to slip out of Jimin’s soused, ruined hole, effortlessly tangled together with their mouths moving in a choreographed rhythm that they adopt without question. Jimin sighs into the contentment engulfing him, divinely pleased to share such delicate moments with his perfect mate as the world flourishes around them.

---

More than three excruciatingly long, exhaustingly dreadful weeks of debilitating nausea drag by before Jimin even realizes how much time passes, the crippling urge to expel the contents of his stomach while his mouth fills with saliva seemingly never ending.

Unfortunately, the horrific sensation never fades.

Even more unfortunate is the fact that rather than flitting away as some temporary illness that exists as a distant memory, the sickness grows worse.

Jimin cries tears of frustration, pain, and worry when he grips the edge of the toilet bowl while he vomits straight stomach acid, awakened at the crack of dawn before the sun even fully rises past the treeline on the horizon. His resolve all but dissipates to ash in his shaky hands, no longer possessing the mental strength to pretend this situation means nothing. With his head pounding something fierce, his nose dripping like a faucet, his stomach lurching violently, and his entire body wracked by trembles, he cries out for his alpha to bring him the only possible sense of comfort through it all.

Experiencing a prolonged illness of this magnitude takes its toll on him and he desperately craves his mate by his side to thrust it from the confines of his mind.

Amber.

Thick enough to slice with a knife, yet airy and gentle while it graces Jimin’s nose with its warmth. A rich, foggy scent that wafts over him in waves that wash away the woes that weigh on the omega’s shoulders. Indescribable comfort wraps around him like a hug until drips from his pores due to how strongly it fills the air.

“Sweetheart…” Jungkook rasps in his impossibly deep, scratchy morning voice, eyelids still heavy with sleep as he gently carries Jimin back to bed. “Have you still been feeling sick this whole time? Ever since that first day almost a month ago? Honest?”

“Y-Yes.” Jimin whispers brokenly, afraid to nod in case it triggers his sensitive stomach.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know.” Jimin answers, only partially true because he withheld the information for multiple reasons that all confuse him. “I guess… I just… I didn’t want to worry you over nothing or cause a fuss. I kept thinking it would end, b-but it never did.”

“You should’ve told me, omega. That’s an awful long time to be sick and not get better. I wish I would’ve known.” Jungkook comments with clear disappointment in his tone.

“M’sorry.” Jimin mutters pitifully, eyes glassy with unshed tears as Jungkook tucks him into bed.

“It’s quite alright.” Jungkook says reassuringly, standing beside the bed to stare down at his sickly mate.

“I j-just want to feel better.” Jimin whispers, thickness gripping his voice, swallowing the knot in his throat. “I’m tired of being so nauseous and sick every day to the point that I can’t hardly do nothing.”

“I know, darlin’. I know. It must’ve been real hard for you, hm? Suffering so long on your own. We’ll figure it out and get you back to your normal self in no time. Don’t you worry ’bout a thing.” Jungkook replies before he leans down to press a delicate kiss to his mate’s warm forehead.

As if he possesses any other choice in the matter, Jimin elects to remain in bed for the entire morning instead of conducting himself like usual.

No preparing them steaming drinks to enjoy on the porch while they watch the sun rise to fullness in the sky, no bouncing from one room to another as he completes a cleaning routine that he works quickly and efficiently, no laundry, no cooking himself a breakfast to fill his belly until lunch, no walking across the land to apprehend the eggs from the chickens, no fun or excitement in any way whatsoever.

Jimin merely lies in bed with a queasy tummy and a weary body, eyes tinkling shut as he fully offers himself to the depths of the rest that his soul longs for, wishing for his mate’s presence each time he wakes.

Luckily for him, Jungkook seems to understand.

Each time he receives the misfortune of jolting into a sitting position because the need to vomit clutches him by the neck, his alpha lingers at the door of their bedroom to fly across the room and assist him to the bathroom. Whenever he needs a drink to quell his parched, dry mouth, Jungkook enters in with a glass in his hand. If he wants nothing more than to be engulfed in amber or wrapped in a soothing hug, his mate readily offers him that too.

It sucks to put his life on hold while he waits for the awful sickness to subside, but Jimin manages through the rocky morning with Jungkook’s help.

He misses his Ma and Pa so terribly.

“Don’t you have work to be doing?” Jimin questions, one eyebrow raised and the essence of a would-be smile on his tired face. Rather than tending to his duties on the farm, Jungkook devotes himself to caring for the omega until lunch time encroaches.

“I sure do.” Jungkook declares confidently, nodding his head. “That’s why I’m here, sweetheart.”

“I mean outside.” Jimin replies, eyes glimmering with fondness when he glances at Jungkook beside the bed.

“This work is the most important of all. Everything else can wait. I could never just leave you behind knowing you’re feeling downright awful.” Jungkook answers decisively, caressing the omega’s rounded cheek, undeniable adoration in his every touch.

“I’ll be alright.”

“Of course you will, pretty.” Jungkook states with unfettered conviction.

“I’m feeling better already.” Jimin says honestly, thankful for the assistance when he moves to sit up against the headboard and chuck the blankets away.

“I’m happy to hear it.” Jungkook brings the glass of water up to his lips and helps him drink, something heavy in his dark gaze that remains unaddressed even as he strolls off to work for a few minutes.

Though it always pains him to abandon his awaiting responsibilities and accomplish much of nothing while he lies around all day, Jimin understands the importance of allowing himself to recuperate, especially on a day where he actually vomits several times and potentially suffers from dehydration because of it. Instead of beating himself up, he simply appreciates the opportunity to rest and expresses his endless gratitude towards his abundantly doting mate.

They all sit together at the dining table, Jungkook and Taehyung enjoying an incredibly basic meal of meat and potatoes and bread, while Jimin sips on some vegetable broth to provide his body a semblance of nutrients.

Much to his delight, his alpha decides to carry him around everywhere rather than allowing him to walk on his own. He scoops him up in his muscular, capable arms and carries him to and fro, not voicing a complaint about the omega’s heaviness or the inconvenience at the extra physical labor. Anywhere Jimin wants or needs to go, Jungkook volunteers to personally escort him there.

Later, when it inches towards dinner and the uncontrollable illness mostly dwindles away, the most unexpected thing occurs.

Hoseok and Yoongi stop by for a brief visit.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your house is? It’s incredible. I never went inside before you moved in and it’s wild how big it actually is. Such a pretty home.” Hoseok comments offhandedly, eyes wide and wondrous as he gazes around at the place from their spots on the living room couch.

“Thank you.” Jimin smiles politely, heart warm at the sweet words. “I suppose I’m biased, but I have to agree.”

“Lots of room for a family here, too. You won’t have no trouble filling this place up with pups or parents or whoever needs somewhere to stay. That’s probably the best part of it all.” Hoseok replies, smiling when he turns to Jimin.

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“What have you been up to these days? Been a while since I last saw you.” Hoseok questions thoughtfully, blueberry flouncing on the air around him.

“Mainly just doing chores and whatnot, nothing exciting on my end. I like living a very simple and calm life. How about you?” Jimin flips the inquiry around to return the favor.

“Believe it or not, I traveled for a couple weeks because I wanted to see a famous theater show that I kept hearing so much about. It was so worth it as well. I had the time of my life exploring the country and meeting new people along my trip.” Hoseok answers with stars glittering in his eyes, alight with energy as he discusses the topic.

“Wait… But Yoongi stopped by not that long ago.” Jimin states in confusion.

“Mhm, he stayed here so I went by myself.” Hoseok explains like it’s the simplest thing in the world and not a mind blowing, somewhat terrifying concept for the fellow omega. “It was so fun.”

“Ah, I see. That’s, uh… That sounds interesting for sure.”

Since Yoongi desires a tour of the crops and the current status of the farm, the couple stay over for about an hour while that little excursion occurs. Jimin and Hoseok settle inside on the couch, only rising from their comfortable spots when Jimin wishes to move to the kitchen to begin his supper preparations. It provides both Jungkook and Jimin with the happiness they need on such a downtrodden day, nodding the neighboring couple goodbye with bursting smiles across their faces.

After successfully eating a moderate meal that satisfies the watchful eye of his mate, lounging around on the front porch as the sun sets and he waits for Jungkook’s late arrival, Jimin finishes his mostly unproductive day by crawling into the comfortable safety of their bed where a pile of blankets surround him in unnecessary warmth, thrilled to fall asleep early and hope that the following day treats him much gentler.

“Omega, you know that you have to see a doctor, right?” Jungkook questions lowly, hand raking down Jimin’s back while the omega rests against his chest.

Jimin silently nods.

“Yoongi gave me the address of the town’s most popular doctor and said that it takes him a few days to make home visits because he’s so busy, which means I’ll have to ride out and book an appointment with him tomorrow.” Jungkook explains with gentleness and guidance in his deep voice, amber helping to assuage the worries needling their way into Jimin’s chest.

“I’m scared.” Jimin admits truthfully, terrified by what the verdict might be. He swallows down the rocks in his throat, heart rate steadily increasing while the nerves run rampant inside of him. “What… What if something real bad is wrong with me?”

“I don’t think that’s going to be the case, sweetheart. You’ve been as healthy as a horse ‘til now. Maybe it’s just something environmental or situational. I reckon you should hold off on worrying, okay?”

“That’s impossible.” Jimin whines, rotating their positions so he can lie on his side with Jungkook’s hand over his achy belly. It always helps for some reason.

“I know.” Jungkook chuckles richly, pulling him closer and closer until their bodies lie flush together.

“What if it’s something awful? What if I’ve caught some horrific disease? What if… What if I’m dying?” Jimin pours out his worst fears as they pop into his mind, narrowly holding back a maniacal breakdown because his mate wafts out soothing pheromones in droves.

“Whatever the case may be, we’ll handle it as best we can. We’ll do what it takes to make you feel better and everything will be fine.” Jungkook rasps without an ounce of hesitation.

“You promise?”

“I promise, darlin’.” Jungkook replies firmly, leaning forward to burrow his face into Jimin’s neck and tenderly nuzzle against his scent gland. He works hard to wash away all of the troubles and ailments bothering his mate. “You’ll be okay.”

Despite his inner concerns, Jimin believes him.

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Good days spring upon Jimin like an oasis in a parched desert, providing him a glimmer of hope and happiness among the constant turmoil of suffering through consuming illness day after day, flourishing the abundance of delight in his soul when he awakes with a smile on his face and no pain gripping his belly.

A rather rare occurrence for the previous month, but one he readily accepts with open arms.

His entire being twinkles like diamonds, insides overflowing with mirth when he receives the opportunity to function without crippling nausea wreaking havoc on his every moment. He bounces around with sheer bliss rushing through his veins, the sun instantly shining brighter, warmth engulfing him whole, birds chirping the most beautiful song of all time, and the air sweeter than ever before. It feels as if nothing can bring him down now that he exists so happily without any troubles.

His soaring mood leaves him bursting with joy, not hesitating to pounce on Jungkook and take everything he wants from him, nothing standing in the way of his beloved morning knot.

It sets the day on a wonderful course before he even drags himself out of bed.

The two of them engage in their lovely tradition of drinking together on the porch while they discuss the schedules outlined for the day ahead, Jimin opting for freshly squeezed juice instead of something hot due to the abundance of scorching temperatures that steadily increase with each day of summer inching by. A lighthearted and thrilling morning where they laugh at the silliest things, smile until their cheeks hurt, and loathe to part when the time arrives for Jungkook to head off through the fields to begin his work for the day. Truly a blessing beaming down on them from the skies above.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better and your spirits are brighter because of it. I missed your pretty smile and glowing eyes real bad the past month or so. It makes me so happy to see you acting like yourself, even if it’s only for now.” Jungkook replies in the sweetest, most thoughtful manner possible, holding Jimin close while they linger in a hug that neither of them wish to leave.

“I’m glad too.” Jimin replies softly, nuzzling his cheek into the softness of his alpha’s neck, stomach fluttering with tender adoration while he seeks solace in his favorite person’s arms. “I just… I hope it lasts a little longer.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Take it easy and enjoy yourself today, alright? Don’t push too hard just because you feel better for now.” Jungkook suggests kindly, kissing him atop the head.

“We’ll see.” Jimin says teasingly, giggling when Jungkook groans against him.

“Come find me if you need anything. I’ll stop by often to check on you and make sure you’re doing okay. That’s not going to change now that I got so used to coming to see you.” Jungkook states decisively, squeezing his waist before he steps back, offering the omega a gentle smile and hearts in his eyes.

“Thank you, alpha. You’re the best. I’ll be waiting for you to visit soon.”

Regardless of his mate’s request and the logical presence in his brain clearly agreeing with the sentiment, Jimin doesn’t take it easy now that he feels exponentially better for once. With none of the lethargy, melancholy, or exhaustion gripping his bones, he exerts all of his energy into completing the tasks he usually abandons when the sickness overtakes him. Nothing remains off limits when his physical restraints no longer hold him back from accomplishing everything his heart desires.

Jimin flits from one room to another with pep in his step and delight in his heart, humming a tune to himself while he simply cleans the space that he adores so greatly.

Sweeping all of the floors clean of debris, mopping away any lingering messes or grime, dusting their surfaces to rid them of accumulating mess, conducting loads of laundry to refresh all of their linens, he spends his morning feeling utterly successful and ambitious with an endless list of goals in mind.

He starts to forget how it feels to be gripped with debilitating stomach pains, wondering if maybe he miraculously received a cure overnight.

If this lasts much longer, he might start scrubbing the walls and baking a multitude of pies.

Though, as the way of the universe forces him to learn time and again, the nature of life doesn’t always go according to his plan, halting dead in place when he hears the familiar thud of hooves against the dirt outside their home. Clacking and clanging chains, horses neighing and whining, wooden doors slamming shut. He instinctively recognizes the arriving presence of another person before he even steps into the living room to peer out the windows at the front of their home.

A tall man with black hair and wrinkles around his eyes stands outside of his carriage while he glances at the porch, a crisp suit adorning his body and a leather bag clutched tightly in his hand.

The doctor.

“Taehyung.” Jimin gasps out, something rotten and heavy brewing inside of his chest when he hurries into the kitchen to find the beta farmhand grabbing himself something to drink. The mere presence of the man makes him want to cry and burst into a state of panic, nervous of what results they might find now that reality comes crashing down. He manages to remain slightly calm for the time being. “Go get Jungkook, please. Tell him… Tell him that the doctor is here. Hurry if you can.”

Taehyung shoots him a look of confusion, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pulled into a straight line, yet he simply nods before rushing past the front door and onto his horse to trek towards the farm across the property.

With trembling hands, shuddering breaths, and far too many thoughts swirling in his mind, Jimin steps onto the porch to greet the doctor who practically holds his fate in his hands.

“Good afternoon. I’m Doctor Kim.” The older alpha states curtly, lifting his hat for a slight bow of his head. “May I come in?”

Jimin nods.

The two of them meander to the living room where they find their way onto separate seats while they patiently wait for Jungkook to arrive, the omega asserting his wishes for the process to not proceed until his mate sits by his side. Everything sounds louder when engulfed by awkward silence, the ticking of the clock along the wall and the bawking of the chickens much more obnoxious to his sensitive ears. Even still, they both remain utterly quiet for what feels like an eternity before things finally shift into motion.

Being unable to step away for a moment of conversation weighs on Jimin’s heart, but he shares a heavy stare with Jungkook that conveys everything the two of them feel without ever verbalizing a word.

His alpha remains a steady, grounding presence at his side.

Doctor Kim offers no formal introduction to ease them into the medical examination. He doesn’t attempt to make lighthearted jokes to lighten the mood or shoot them a smile when he opens his leather bag full of tools, merely commanding Jimin to lie down on the couch. The whole thing feels devoid of warmth, abrupt and straight to the point without any time to adjust to the terrifying situation.

Anxiety ravages the omega from head to toe, frazzling every nerve ending in his body, struggling to welcome oxygen into his lungs while he anticipates the next move on the cold hands prodding at him.

The doctor checks nearly every part of him.

He starts the examination at the tippy top of Jimin’s body and works his way down, feeling his forehead for warmth, measuring his temperature with an oral thermometer, and feeling along the expanse of his neck for an ungodly amount of time. Without speaking a single word whatsoever, he continues downward to listen to Jimin’s heartbeat with his stethoscope and then does the same with his belly. The doctor’s expression never shifts at all, remaining frustratingly neutral to offer no hint of his findings. Some pressing between his hips, squeezing his legs, ensuring his joints move properly, general tests for overall health.

It lasts for a good handful of minutes that sends his heart into overdrive, pounding until it rings in his ears and leaves him breathless while he waits for whatever striking blow comes next.

Showing no signs of grave illness matters not to Jimin, fully convinced that his demise waits around the corner.

Amber pours from Jungkook in droves, almost embarrassingly so, thick and suffocating in the confines of their living room, the doctor undoubtedly aware of the strength of his scent and the lengths his body goes to in order to provide his mate with comfort throughout this stressful time. If Jimin possessed the capacity to care, he would be mortified. As it stands, he appreciates the efforts to maintain his sanity.

“How long have the two of you been mated?” Doctor Kim asks, staring down at his leather bound journal instead of at the couple before him.

“About, uh… A-About five months, I think.” Jimin answers.

“How frequently do you engage in sexual intercourse that includes knotting?” Doctor Kim inquires with no preamble, uncaring of the way his question makes Jimin’s cheeks burn like wildfire. “No need to ask if you’re sexually active because I can smell it on you.”

“Daily.” Jungkook states gruffly.

“Once a day?”

“Depends, but at least once, I reckon.” Jungkook clarifies further, stepping in where Jimin struggles to speak for himself.

“The symptoms I have listed for you include nausea, vomiting, malaise, weakness, stomach cramps, lack of appetite, and sensitivity to smells. Anything else that I’m missing?” Doctor Kim continues, swiftly brushing past the humiliating inquiries.

“That’s everything, I think.” Jimin replies softly, hands in his lap while he sits beside Jungkook and awaits his fate.

“How long have you been experiencing these issues?” Doctor Kim asks.

“Around a month or so.” Jimin states truthfully, regardless of how terrifying it is to admit, glancing down at his fingers to distract himself.

“Every single day?”

“Mostly every day, but usually it’s the strongest in the morning and gets better by evening. Much better, really. I only started actually vomiting this past week or two and that doesn’t happen every day.” Jimin explains to the best of his ability, parsing through files of information in his brain to remember everything.

“Have you noticed any changes in your scent?” Doctor Kim asks next, closing his journal and standing to his feet to gather his things together.

“Um… Y-Yes. Well, not me, but my mate said that my scent changed a little. More natural and sweeter or something like that.” Jimin states with confusion, eyes wide and heart racing when he watches the doctor prepare to leave. “W-Where are you—“

“Is he sick? Do you know what’s wrong with him? What’s causing this to happen? How can we fix it and help him get better?” Jungkook rattles off his questions at lightning speed.

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing you can do at this point. They recommend drinking ginger tea and consuming it on its own, but nothing is guaranteed. Best you can do is wait it out and learn to live with it. The worst of it usually subsides by the second trimester, though everyone is different.” Doctor Kim answers blankly, moving towards the door without concern or care, seemingly uninterested in discussing any further.

“Wait!” Jimin calls out, somewhat frantic as he bounces to his feet. “I don’t understand. Are you saying that this is normal? I’m not… I’m not dying? This is just going to happen every day?”

“For someone in your condition, yes.”

“Condition? What condition? What’s wrong with him?” Jungkook growls, shoulders and chest puffed out in a display of aggravation.

“He’s pregnant. Roughly eight weeks or so judging by the strength of the pup’s heartbeat and the growth of his uterus, though it’s hard to be entirely precise. Schedule a follow up appointment every couple of months for general health concerns, but I’ll recommend a midwife otherwise.”

“I’m… I’m pregnant?” Jimin gasps in shock, eyes bursting wide enough to jump out of his skull, his hands reflexively flying down to cup his lower belly while a million thoughts run rampant through his brain.

Notes:

oop! the secret is out!! a pup is on the way! who could’ve ever seen this coming? hehe

it’s hard to believe that we’re already on chapter 6! i hope you’re enjoying the story and looking forward to the new arc on the way. lots of fun stuff and a little drama heading towards us!

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Chapter 7: Supported

Notes:

Throughout the duration of the next week, Jimin endlessly pontificates the notion of pregnancy and everything that results because of it, unable to refrain from caressing the nonexistent pouch in his lower belly while he contemplates the gravity of such a life-altering moment in the course of their lives.

He understands how it happens, of course.

Pregnancy itself comes as no surprise to his rather inexperienced self, more than aware of the circumstances that lead to being with pup and how the physical process of creating a life within a life occurs. His Ma and Pa helpfully explained all that he needs to know in that regard, well versed on the topic regardless of if he ever anticipated experiencing it himself or not.

Still, possessing surface level knowledge about an event that happens in life and actually living it firsthand exist as two entirely separate concepts.

It blows his mind to smithereens, splintering into a million mangled pieces that splatter everywhere in sight with no hopes of reconnecting, when he parses through the information bouncing around in his head, stunned beyond belief when he realizes that a new life flourishes in the depths of his belly that consists of genetic material from both him and Jungkook. Amidst all their passionate escapades and unavoidable drive to constantly connect with one another, they created something undoubtedly beautiful and precious that they cherish without question.

Initial hesitation, nervous anticipation, and lingering concerns be damned, Jimin feels fit to burst when he finally accepts the fact that he lives not only for himself anymore, but also for their future pup that swirls inside of him.

“Good mornin’, darlin’. How are you feelin’ today? Is the pup givin’ you trouble again? Hmm?” Jungkook rasps impossibly close to Jimin’s ear, his hot breath ghosting along the shell of it while his intoxicatingly deep and raspy voice filters into his head to pull a satisfied sigh from his puffy, sleep swollen lips.

“A lil.” Jimin mumbles through a subconscious pout, tortuously hot already even after kicking the blankets off of his body. “M’tired.”

“When are you not?” Jungkook questions with a grumbling chuckle.

“S’not my fault, alpha. Can’t help it. Need lots and lots of rest.” Jimin replies, whiny and desperate, reaching out to loop his arm around the back of his mate’s neck to pull him in closer to the bed.

“I know you do, sweetheart. That’s fine and dandy. You sleep all your body wants and I’ll take care of everything around here. The most important thing is that you rest so that you two stay healthy as a horse, okay?” Jungkook states sweetly, peppering his face with affectionate kisses that send twinkles of delight down the omega’s spine.

“Okay.” Jimin feels inclined to agree, though not too intensely. “But… But not too much ‘cause I need to keep the house going.”

“You don’t trust me to do it?” Jungkook questions with a raised eyebrow.

“I want to do it myself.” Jimin declares proudly, determined to still function to the best of his ability and operate their household smoothly even with this unexpected situation happening.

“I’ll be back to check on you soon, omega. Drink your tea and water and relax until you’re not so sick. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course. I’ll miss you until you’re back. Don’t work too hard.” Jimin calls as Jungkook steps away towards the bedroom door, shooting him a lethargic smile while he watches him go.

A couple of hours pass before the crippling nausea and stomach sensitivity subside enough for Jimin to lift his head without immediately being destroyed by a wave of dizziness knocking into him full force, sleeping away the bulk of the morning while he attempts to sip on his drinks that his alpha so lovingly prepared for him. Now that he grows used to limiting the amount of effort he exerts and focuses on maintaining productivity without irritating his body, he finds it easier to lounge around in bed to allow their pup full capacity to succeed.

First order of business commences once he stands to his shaky feet, chucking open nearly every window in their house to provide the space with a mellow breeze that only makes the scorching temperatures somewhat more tolerable.

Things typically flow smoothly after that.

He moves with careful consideration as he strides from one spot to another, no harsh turns, jumping around, bouncing his head, or enacting any behavior that might bother his stomach. Eating remains out of the question for the first half of the day since any strong smells cause him to spew out the mouth like a geyser, but he sustains himself on liquids to avoid too much discomfort.

A well constructed list of responsibilities hangs in his head while he tackles one room after the other, his attention solely attaching to the most crucial tasks that ensure the cleanliness of their home without putting unnecessary strain on his physically inhibited body.

Eating lunch doesn’t even exist as an option for him.

“I, uh… I remember when I was first pregnant and started feeling sick all the time. It’s truly the worst, ain’t it? Nothing you can do except roll with it.” Taehyung comments quietly, Jimin not even aware of presence from where he stands with his back to the doorway.

“Was it bad for you too?” Jimin asks, burning with curiosity, brewing another bout of ginger tea as a meal replacement.

“Yeah, especially because I was working out on a farm and had to deal with animal shit first thing in the morning. I was trying to hide it so bad, but it’s kind of obvious something is wrong when you constantly puke every time you smell something even a little bit bad.” Taehyung says, nodding.

“Oh heavens.” Jimin mutters in a low voice, shuddering while he imagines the scenario and promptly stops in order to avoid getting sick. “You poor thing.”

“I hope it gets better for you soon.” Taehyung replies as he offers a gentle smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Thank you kindly.” Jimin answers softly, acutely aware of the somber tone and manner in which these brief bits of conversation last.

The worst of the nausea dissipates by evening when supper time rolls around, Jimin extremely appreciative of the reprieve that allows him to consume nutritious foods without instantly upchucking everything into a pot. He feeds both himself and his pup enough to quell the anxious worries in his alpha’s eyes, scouring down so much sustenance that his belly expands to full capacity and he struggles to eat a single bite more. A fruitful meal that he hopes becomes more frequent as the weeks pass and his pregnancy progresses.

Summer ushers in a plethora of work to handle in such a short amount of time, the daylight hours never lengthy enough to accomplish everything in the fields and with the animals, but Taehyung’s presence helps immensely when Jungkook struggles.

After carrying over some of the most crucial duties until after dinner and working until the last possible minute, Jungkook returns home to dote on his lovely omega.

The alpha wordlessly enters into the bathroom without uttering any warnings about his behavior, quickly ridding himself of the dirt and grime caked on his body before he runs a warm bubble bath, splays fresh towels across the hanging rack, and enters into the bedroom to scoop Jimin off the bed and carry him into his awaiting paradise. His stoic nature ceases to surprise Jimin by this point, not at all surprised by the silent notion to offer care for his mate despite his verbal offering of niceties.

“Let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps in a slow drawl, words pouring from his lips like honey when he speaks to Jimin with utter sweetness. “You don’t need to lift a finger.”

“You’re the one who’s working real hard right now, so I think I should be the one taking care of you.” Jimin counters through a pout.

“You always give me so much attention that I reckon it’s only fair for me to return the favor. I’m not the only one working hard. You been working real hard yourself with being sick and pregnant and whatnot. Growing a pup is more difficult than anything I do.” Jungkook answers without hesitation, extending his hand to swipe away the washcloth from Jimin’s grip before he can do anything himself.

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Jungkook declares decisively, scent billowing with pride and affection, his touch achingly gentle when he wraps his fingers around the omega’s bicep to pull him closer in the tub. “All I want is to take care of my pregnant mate. Okay?”

“Okay.” Jimin nods, stomach exploding with sparks of warmth at the tender declaration.

“Good.”

With awe-inducing gentleness born only of hands that abundantly adore every cell that breathes with life in the omega’s ever-changing body, Jungkook devotes himself to gingerly cleansing Jimin from head to toe without ignoring a single inch of him. He outpours his adoration through the warm touch of his calloused fingertips, massaging over his mate’s flesh, scrubbing away anything unclean, and sending shivers down his spine with how effortlessly he cares for him.

Jimin struggles with remaining still, itching to return the effort tenfold and show his alpha how much he appreciates the gesture, but he allows himself to bask in the glory of Jungkook’s touch, overjoyed to experience such tenderness amidst the chaos of life.

Delicious amber spikes in the humid air around them to tickle Jimin’s extra sensitive nose, filling him with delight when he tilts his head back and relaxes in the warm water that washes away all semblances of stress that hang over his head. He narrowly holds back a pleased moan when Jungkook presses the pads of his thumbs deep into the meat of his feet, melting the stresses of the world to oblivion in an instant. Rarely does he indulge in such simple pleasure like this, grateful for the opportunity to experience his alpha in this way after being together for several months.

“Are you surprised?” Jimin wonders aloud, voice barely above a breathy whisper as he speaks with such reverence, eyes boring into the handsome face before him.

“About the pup?” Jungkook asks in return.

“Mhm.” Jimin nods nervously, a week passing and the two of them still not really discussing the topic.

“I suppose I didn’t expect it, but I always knew it was a possibility in the back of my mind.” Jungkook hums thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side while he gently brushes his fingers over Jimin’s cheeks. “Things have been too hectic and busy to give it much thought. Are you surprised?”

“I didn’t expect it for some reason.” Jimin answers honestly, heart pounding when he inches closer and puckers his lips for a soft kiss.

“No?”

“No, especially not with how everyone talks. They act like I’m so old and decrepit, I just assumed that it wouldn’t be easy for us to have pups. I… I don’t know. I’m not sure what to think.” Jimin explains the concepts in his head as best he can, unsure how it happened so suddenly.

“Not in a bad way, right?” Jungkook inquires with something heavy in his gaze.

“No, no, of course not.” Jimin swiftly shakes his head in refusal, reaching his pruny hands up to cup Jungkook’s strong jaw in his grasp. He offers his alpha a shy smile, bumbling and gentle, brown sugar scent undoubtedly sweetening in response. “I’m happy, alpha. We’re… We’re having a pup. Our little family will be a tiny bit bigger soon. I think it’s a good thing.”

“We’re having a pup, darlin’. Ain’t that wild? Feels like we just moved in, became mates, and settled into this new life. Now we’re already growing our family.” Jungkook states proudly, eyes dark and intense when he flashes a matching smile.

“Life is so sweet sometimes.” Jimin whispers in awe, sweetness dripping from his tongue when he pulls Jungkook in for a deeper, more insistent kiss.

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A devastatingly loud thunderclap rouses Jimin from his peaceful sleep with a pounding heartbeat and a shuddering gasp, flinging into a sitting position with such swiftness that his head spins as a result, everything in his mind scattering around wildly when he attempts to make sense of the chaotic situation unfolding just out the safety of the four walls of their usually cozy bedroom.

He pauses to peer at their bedroom window while he anticipates another terrifying boom that lingers just around the corner.

Lightning strikes so close to the home that it causes the hair on the back of the omega’s neck to stand at attention, absolutely no warning before a thunderous rumbling pierces through the air and penetrates his ear drums the strength of its magnitude.

Warning bells ring in the depths of his mind.

Something about this feels different than an ordinary storm that might occur in the throes of summer, shifting temperatures and differing conditions battling for prominence amidst the steadily impending season that barrels in full swing. A dreadful thickness hangs in the atmosphere around them, fickle and unpredictable and cataclysmic while it surmounts into a horrifying threat to rein devastation over their world. The uncertainty of the moment tingles in his bones while he glares at the window and listens to the cacophony of sounds screaming for his attention.

Pounding thunder that vibrates the earth, blindingly bright strikes of lightning, massive gusts of wind fighting in the air, and constant sheets of rain pummeling every surface in its radius, combining to create the perfect recipe for a tumultuous surge of danger and havoc.

It blows Jimin’s mind that his mate somehow manages to sleep through the onset of the madness just outside their home, but that semblance of peace lasts only for a moment.

Without warning, shocking him so terribly that he screams in horror, everything happens at once.

The ground shakes when a tree seemingly snaps in half and smacks to the ground so violently that it sounds as if the land splits in two, limbs from other trees scraping against the wooden slats of their house due to the incredibly strong winds, non-stop lightning strikes hitting closer and more frequently by the minute, a horrific chorus of noises all conglomerating to sound like the roof might rip off and fly away at any given second.

“A-Alpha.” Jimin calls out in a panic, reaching out to push him on the shoulder to garner his attention to no avail. He doesn’t budge at all, the omega’s heart racing when he jolts his mate harder to wake him up. “Jungkook! Wake up!”

“Huh?” Jungkook chokes out through a gasp as his eyes fly open.

“T-There… There’s a storm. A bad one. It’s… I don’t know. I think something’s wrong, so loud and windy and… and—“

As if on divine timing, another tree slams to the ground amidst the orchestra of sounds echoing in the air, lightning striking while thunder rumbles aggressively enough to vibrate the land like an earthquake. It steals the breath from his lungs, Jimin crying out in fear while Jungkook jumps onto his feet beside the bed to judge the situation in his sleep-addled state. The chaotic circumstances only build as the seconds pass, everything culminating to a head.

“Oh, fuck!” Jungkook shouts in his deep, grumbly morning voice, bolting to Jimin’s side after he peers out the window to decipher the severity of the storm.

“What? What is it? Is it bad? I keep hearing trees falling and lightning is hitting so close to the house! What did you see?” Jimin asks in a frenzy, no time to think or ask any further questions because his alpha scoops him into his arms to run out of the bedroom.

“Shit, shit, shit—“

“Is it real bad? Are we going to die? What’s happening?” Jimin screeches fearfully, only panicking more at the lack of information and his mate’s frantic actions to grab a blanket to cover them before he reaches the front door.

“It’s a tornado, omega!” Jungkook answers with a growl, bursting through the front door with a lantern clutched in his fingers and Jimin in his arms. “We got to go to the cellar right now! Ain’t no damn way! This is crazy!”

Jimin possesses no ability to do anything except function, holding his breath the entire trek from the porch to the underground cellar alongside the edge of their home, tightly gripping Jungkook’s chest for purchase while he hides away from the disaster occurring right next to them. He burrows his face in his alpha’s neck and hopes for their safety, the wind whipping around them without remorse to nearly cause them to trip before they successfully descend down the stairs.

The chilly, stale air of the cellar feels suffocating to Jimin as he curls up against Jungkook’s chest and waits for the storm to blow over.

He trembles under the weight of his fear, the commotion of the world loud enough that he remains unable to hear his own thoughts amidst the devastating tornado destroying the world as they know it. Amber wafts around him in a cloud to offer the only notion of comfort that truly helps to settle his stormy soul.

What must be an eternity passes inside the cellar.

Thunder booms nonstop, lightning strikes with clapping precision, wind rips through the atmosphere, and a flood of rain pours from the sky, the two of them helpless to do anything except protect themselves in this way. It rolls on and on and on, a continuous onslaught of tumultuous times that evoke such fear in Jimin’s heart that he thinks he may faint. As much as he begs every power in the universe to spare them and their home they only just received the pleasure of enjoying, he values their lives above all else.

Especially now that he contains a precious little pup in his womb that he loves more than life itself.

“You reckon it’s safe now? Honest? We ain’t going to get swept away when we step outside this cellar? Are you sure?” Jimin inquires with a hint of panic still lingering in his voice, exhaustion hanging heavily over his eyelids after dozing off for the last hour or so.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Jungkook nods, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist to pull him in close enough to kiss his forehead. “You think I would let you leave if I didn’t know it’s safe?”

“Hmm… No.” Jimin answers truthfully.

“You’re darn right.”

“Should we go see the damage?” Jimin asks, nervous and meek, wrapped in the blanket in his alpha’s arms while they journey back to the house through the drizzling rain.

“Got to wait ‘til morning, omega. Ain’t going to see much with it so dark like this. First thing tomorrow, I’ll head out and take a look at everything.” Jungkook replies with a sigh.

“Me too. Take me too, please. Long as I ain’t feeling too sick.” Jimin requests, voice sweet and breathy.

“Sure thing.” Jungkook offers him another kiss on the forehead and one to his plump lips before he lowers him to the bed to tuck him in for the remaining hours of darkness.

Gorgeous rays of golden sunshine peer through the windows first thing once the sun ascends over the horizon like nature didn’t just try to rip the surface of the earth off the ground only hours prior. A glimmering array of bright lights and warmth radiating from every direction, the dichotomy of summer on full display when the omega steps onto the porch to hear the birds singing their lilting melodies and the flowers swaying in the light breeze.

If not for the piles of debris spread haphazardly throughout the yard as if they reside in a junkyard, Jimin might imagine he conjured up the tornado in his dreams.

His view from the house offers plenty of information to deduce the state of the rest of their property, heart stinging with pain when he lays eyes on the chaotic circumstances around them. Random tree limbs and leaves scattered everywhere, entire trees split in half where a part of it rests flat on the ground, things like buckets chucked where they don’t belong, everywhere in total disarray. Even without extending beyond the area directly surrounding their home, he knows that the storm wreaked havoc on their land.

Shortly after breakfast, when the sun rises to a higher point in the sky that provides ample light to view the damage, Jimin and Jungkook hop onto a horse to survey their property.

Truly and utterly devastating.

They anticipate the majority of the mishaps, not surprised by the bales of hay shredded apart or how many chunks of wood lie every which way. Trees fallen to their demise, parts of their wooden fences broken or ripped from the ground, and the animals shaken from the commotion. To their great fortune, while they may possess holes or broken pieces or damage in some way, the most crucial parts remain fully intact.

Unfortunately, their barn suffers the brunt of the impact.

Jimin gasps in shock when they happen up the massive building to find half of it shattered to the ground by one of the gigantic trees spanning next to it, the roof caved in and the walls torn to pieces with only half of it still standing.

“What are we going to do? This is terrible! It barely missed the chicken coop! And… And look at all the stuff inside! It’s all broken!” Jimin cries out with immense sadness gripping his chest, eyes watery when he turns to Jungkook.

“It’ll be alright.” Jungkook declares confidently, swallowing thickly with his jaw tightened uncomfortably.

“How? It’s all destroyed and in the middle of summer when you need it most! It’ll take so much time to fix everything! This is just awful!”

“We’ll just have to rebuild it.” Jungkook states, quiet and gruff, shaking his head as he gazes around.

“You don’t have time for that! You already do so much every day. This is the most important time of year on the farm and you still have so many crops to deal with every day. There’s no way that you can fit all of this work in with everything you already do.” Jimin says, heartbroken when he thinks of how his alpha constantly gives his all to ensure the farm runs smoothly.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps in his calming voice, amber wafting in the air to soothe Jimin’s tumultuous soul. “I’ve got Taehyung too. We’ll figure it out somehow. Everything will be alright, I promise.”

“I’m sorry.” Jimin mutters gently, dejected for things beyond his control.

“Don’t be. It sure ain’t your fault that this happened. Sometimes life just turns out this way.” Jungkook replies with a reverent gentleness in his voice, pulling the omega in for a delightful hug.

“I can help you with anything you need. No matter what it is, I can do it. If it makes things easier for you, I don’t mind to—“

“You just work hard to grow our pup, darlin’. Don’t fret over nothing else. I’ll handle it all.” Jungkook declares proudly, brushing his fingers over the nape of Jimin’s neck to calm his aching heart.

Spending the better part of the morning grieving their losses feels somewhat depressing, yet fitting for the occasion. After living here for months and growing to love their little slice of heaven, it hurts to know that an angry tornado so effortlessly shattered their perfect life they work hard to maintain. Jimin mainly wallows in his sadness by his lonesome while he completes chores inside, letting Jungkook head off to clean the debris and mess as best he can. The alpha intends to formulate a plan to tackle the rebuild of the barn, wasting no time before springing to action.

A somber tone blankets Jimin’s every breath, staring off into the distance to watch as Taehyung clears the piles of clutter from the area nearest to the house, struggling to maintain focus on the tasks at hand with such heavy stress weighing on his shoulders.

He forces himself to accomplish each necessary duty for the day regardless of the way his heart constricts every time he ponders the events of the night prior.

It suffices to say that an immense sense of shock washes over him from head to toe when he hears the familiar clamber of hooves against the dirt before he peers out the kitchen window to find both Namjoon and Yoongi approaching on a horse, keen to observe their actions from a distance while they hold a colorful conversation with Taehyung before hopping on their horses to race across the fields towards the area designated for their actual farm.

“I know it ain’t much of a warning, but would it be alright if Namjoon and Yoongi join us for lunch?” Jungkook asks in a low, rough voice, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist to bury his face in his neck.

“Of course.” Jimin nods vigorously, never one to refuse a guest. “I’ll prepare more for everyone.”

“Thank you kindly, sweetheart. I ran back before them just to make sure it’s alright. They’re still at the barn taking a look at the damage and everything.” Jungkook replies, pressing his lips against the rough patch of skin that constitutes his scent gland and mating bite.

“I’m always happy to help.”

The five of them crowd around the dining table for the most crowded meal yet, a plethora of freshly cooked dishes sprawled across the table for them to help themselves to whatever they please. None of them refrain from filling their plates, offering words of appreciation and gratitude for the lunch while they discuss the dire situation at hand. Jimin mostly sits back to listen rather than inputting anything of his own. It will forever fascinate him to exist as a fly on the wall during these crucial moments.

“We done discussed it between the two of us, so we wanted to let you know that we’d be glad to extend a helping hand while you repair the barn. It’s a real shame what happened out there last night and it would only be right for us to offer some neighborly help to get you back on your feet.” Namjoon states plainly, no beating around the bush, eyes staring directly across the table at Jungkook while he speaks.

“Oh, wow. I could never ask you to do that, especially not during such a busy time of year when you’ve got your own farms to look after.” Jungkook answers with a strain in his voice and a knot in his throat.

“You’re not asking, we’re offering.” Yoongi swiftly corrects the sentiment.

“And you’d be a damn fool to refuse it.” Namjoon retorts, smirking proudly.

“To be honest with you, I’m not sure what to say. That’s a real generous offer. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I don’t know how well I’d be able to pay for—“

“Don’t even finish that sentence. You’re not paying us shit. You’re our friend.” Yoongi all but growls.

“You want to help me for free?” Jungkook gapes, the shocked expression painting his face evoking a thicket of emotions that rush through Jimin’s veins. “Truly? You’d do that for us? No funny business or strings attached or anything fishy?”

“If you’ll let us, we’ll start today and begin rebuilding the barn with you. Yoongi’s got a lot of experience with carpentry, so that’ll be a big bonus. Plus, this process will go a hell of a lot quicker if you have more hands to assist you. This is purely out of the goodness of our hearts, a caring gesture, if you will.” Namjoon explains with nothing except sincerity bleeding from his eyes.

“Yeah, okay. Sure. That… That would be great. Thank you so much.”

Three days from start to finish is all it takes for the group of them to rebuild the destroyed half of the barn, even extending the repairs as far as fixing the fences and hauling off the broken trees to the nearest lumber yard.

Namjoon and Yoongi show up bright and early each day that they work alongside Jungkook and Taehyung, never once uttering a single complaint about the added work they intake on top of running their own farms. They bring extra tools and supplies, spend nearly all their daylight hours on the property, and provide expert advice on the best way to commence the construction of such a massive project.

All of them eat lunch together and enjoy the delicious foods the omega prepares for them, gulping down freshly squeezed lemonade to quench their thirst beneath the scorching sun.

Tears spring to Jimin’s eyes when he joins Jungkook on a brief tour of the new structure after they finish the rebuild. It somehow looks even better than before, crisp wood standing beside the older portion of the barn to complete the building in its totality. They even went through the effort to make it slightly bigger, going above and beyond anything Jungkook or Jimin ever expected.

“I told you that everything would be alright, omega. One way or another, we’ll figure it out. That’s something I learned from you. Don’t worry your precious mind over things we can’t control.” Jungkook says, sweet as honey, mouth sugary when he presses their lips together in a tender kiss full of sheer devotion.

“Everything will be okay.” Jimin mirrors with a nod, heart swelling with adoration until it doubles in size in his chest.

Never in a million years did he ever expect to find such lovely neighbors who care for them like family, but it makes him infinitely more appreciative of the home they fortified in this foreign territory. After the uncertainty of a mating arrangement with a total stranger, a lengthy trek across the country, heaps of labor put into the property, and strengthening their relationship, this natural progression feels like icing on a cake.

Even when something as horrible as a tornado rips through the land to ravage everything they hold dear, life continues to feel like a blessing every day they spend by each other’s sides.

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“I sure don’t intend to spend my whole morning in this barn, so you best get a move on.” Jimin exclaims with a feigned stern tone, too paranoid about Taehyung’s impending presence to enjoy their current circumstances.

“Why the rush?” Jungkook inquires, words raspy and intoxicating when they rumble from his lips. “We got plenty of time to do whatever we want.”

“No, we both need to get to work soon.” Jimin replies softly, fighting his inner omega for control.

“That perfectly comfortable display of hay could serve as a real nice bed for us to go for another round before we actually start the day.” Jungkook states richly, one hand pushing Jimin’s hips into his while the other slips down to dip dangerously close to his still sore, leaking hole from their earlier escapade.

“Alpha—“ Jimin calls out breathily, head spinning with want despite his intelligent capabilities, requiring far too much strength to refuse such an enticing request. “Show me the crops, please.”

“Fine, fine. You’re just so hard to resist when you look and smell so pretty. It’s driving me wild already, my darlin’.”

“Let’s behave ourselves for now.” Jimin utters with a pleased smile springing on his cheeks, heart booming with delight at the sweetness of such a declaration.

The state of their flourishing farm surpasses any expectation previously contained in the rows of the omega’s mind, eyes ready to pop out of their sockets when they happen upon the fields and fields of corn stalks that span as far as the land extends into the horizon. A never ending amount of corn that will soon grow ready for harvest, formidable and prosperous no doubt, the source of Jungkook’s pride and joy that he works tirelessly to maintain. Everything overflows in abundance already and it brings them immense jubilation to see how well the farm produces.

Strolling through a measly portion of the rows of crops supplies Jimin with more than enough knowledge about how fruitful their plants reside, overtaken with thrill and excitement when he experiences firsthand how many varieties of fruits and vegetables they will successfully harvest soon enough.

Learning via word of mouth about the expertise that his mate possesses regarding farming is one thing, but watching the evidence unfold before his very sight is another one entirely. It only instills his confidence in Jungkook and provides him with yet another layer of appreciation for the person he somehow received the immense privilege of mating. With the endless rows of crops inside countless fields spanning many acres, their harvest season will truly offer them all the money they could ever need in a year—maybe longer.

“Your skills never stop amazing me. I hope you know that. You’re so smart and capable and hard working that it still shocks me to know that you’re real. The best alpha in the whole world. Truly. I don’t know how you do it.” Jimin croons sweetly, stars twinkling in his eyes when he gazes at his alpha beside him.

“Thank you for thinking so highly of me.” Jungkook rasps, low and deep, ducking his head to the ground as his cheeks tint the slightest shade of pink.

“You’re my mate.” Jimin declares proudly, always filled with satisfaction when he proclaims those words.

“I am.”

“You give me lots and lots to work with. How could I not think highly of you? I’m so lucky to have you.” Jimin states with utmost confidence, puckering his lips and pulling Jungkook in for a passionate kiss.

“I’m going to leave a sign in the town square to let everyone know that we got lots of crops to sell when the harvesting really starts, that way we’ll already have buyers lining up. Hopefully we get a couple of people interested in corn so that we can sell some of this. If we have any luck, you’ll be canning less than half of this when fall rolls around.”

Even with the forewarning coming directly from the mouth of his beloved alpha, it still surprises Jimin when he hears a booming knock on the front door while he cleans the bathroom, unceremoniously tossing his rag to the floor before hurrying out to greet whoever approaches their home.

The man explains that he saw the flyer posted in town and wants to discuss the future purchase of some crops, obediently sitting on the porch until Jungkook returns from the fields a few minutes later.

It brings a bright smile to Jimin’s face for the remainder of the day.

Much to their immense delight—though it does leave an air of uncertainty and surprise due to the constant presences of strangers that appear at any time of day without any warning to their sudden arrival—the prospective buyers continue showing up in droves, the following days offering a greater turnout than ever expected.

Sometimes two or three farmers arrive at one time, Jimin providing them with fresh drinks or snacks while they await Jungkook’s return, either the alpha or Taehyung journeying on a tour of the property to show everything they have to offer. It becomes a sort of routine over the next week, hordes of people eager to see the abundance of corn with their own eyes. The presence of guests ceases to shock Jimin as much with each passing day, overjoyed at everyone showing interest in their crops which might lead to a fruitful year.

All of the strangers from their town and the next ones over allow them to grow acquainted with people they might never receive the opportunity to meet otherwise.

From entire families in their carriage after passing through the square, to lonesome farmers curious about the prosperity of corn in such rare circumstances, to mates that greatly reflect the relationship between Jungkook and Jimin, they welcome a wide array of people onto their property and enjoy making connections in so many different avenues of life.

“Howdy, neighbor!” A beta woman with a soft chestnut scent and fiery red hair announces when Jimin pushes open the front door, smiling in greeting before offering a slight bow of her head. “I’m Minji! It’s a right pleasure to finally meet you! I’ve heard an awful lot about you guys these past few days.”

“Good afternoon! My name is Jimin.” Jimin replies happily, only now recovering from his nasty bout of morning sickness for the day.

“This is my mate Sunhee.” Minji states as she gestures her hand to the fellow beta standing timidly beside her.

“Nice to meet you.” Sunhee utters quietly, light brown hair cut above her shoulders, scent heavy with coconut when it reaches the omega’s nose.

“I reckon I can guess, but what brings you two here today?”

“We heard tall tales about a new farmer who managed to grow fields full of corn all the way up here and wanted to see it for ourselves. Don’t never get to experience something like that around these parts. We’re highly interested in getting us a batch from you instead of having to travel far and wide to buy some elsewhere.” Minji answers decisively, turning away from the porch when she notices Jungkook approaching.

“This is my mate, Jungkook.” Jimin proclaims with pride rushing through his body, stomach fluttering wildly when his alpha smiles at him. “He’s the one who’s familiar with this stuff, so he’ll be happy to help you out.”

“Would it be alright if Sunhee stays here with you? She ain’t much for farming. It’ll probably be more enjoyable for her to stay back for now.” Minji asks when Jungkook suggests a tour of the grounds to see the crops.

“Of course.” Jimin nods in agreement.

While Minji, Jungkook, and Taehyung head out on an excursion through the land to view everything it contains within the bountiful fields, Jimin and Sunhee step through the front door to perch themselves in the living room to avoid the harsh sunlight that wishes to burn a hole in their skin. Neither of them offer much in way of conversation, the beta somehow more shy than Jimin when it comes to commanding interactions with strangers, but they eventually grow more comfortable with each other’s presence.

“Is… Is that made by hand? By… By you, I mean. Did you make that quilt yourself?” Sunhee inquires, eyebrows raised when she eyes the quilt slung over the back of the couch.

“Sure enough did!” Jimin exclaims with a glimmering smile. “Why? Do you like it?”

“Yeah, absolutely. It’s gorgeous. We don’t… There ain’t much people around here who know how to sew, especially not the younger folk. Anything handmade needs to be bought at the markets or custom created by a seamstress.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that! I sew lots of things, actually. The curtains and the blankets and these little aprons. I find it relaxing and easy, kind of a fun hobby that saves us money as well.” Jimin shrugs, glancing around at the personalized touches decorating the house that he made all by himself.

“Wow, you’re really talented!” Sunhee states as she stares into Jimin’s eyes, nothing but sincerity in her words. “You should think about selling stuff. I’d buy multiple quilts and I’m sure others would too.”

“Hmm… I never really gave it much thought, but I’ll consider it for sure. Thank you very much.”

Everyone returns from the fields after their extensive tour and discussions regarding the future selling process for the crops, the mated couple lingering on the porch for a few more minutes before they eventually bid them goodbye. Jimin finds himself excited when they promise to pay them another visit in the near future, gears in his head already turning when he ponders the request to sell his handmade quilts. Such a lovely young couple that he wouldn’t mind getting to know better.

After a successful day of managing to remain sane even when his body attempts to sabotage the entire first half of the time he spends awake, Jimin adores nothing more than crawling onto the couch to seek solace in his mate’s arms while they enjoy the comfort of their conjoined presences.

“If this all works out like I’m hoping it will and everyone actually purchases the crops they reserved, we’ll be financially secure for years to come. People are offering double and triple the price of what corn sold for back home. I can’t hardly believe it.” Jungkook rasps in a slow drawl, amber scent spiking with happiness as he pulls Jimin’s legs across his lap.

“Really? That much? It’s going to make us enough money that we won’t need to worry anymore?” Jimin asks with eyes as wide as saucers.

“You shouldn’t be worrying as it is, sweetheart. Our current situation isn’t dire enough to weigh on your mind.” Jungkook states honestly, placing a kiss on his puffy cheek. “But, yes, I reckon so. We’ll have enough to afford everything we need, put back some for the pup, and prepare for the changes happening soon. More than enough.”

“That’s… That’s good. That’s real good. It’s perfect. I sure hope it works out like you’re planning it will.” Jimin says softly, heart racing in his chest without rhyme or reason, simply thrilled with the prospects awaiting them.

“Me too.”

“Even if it doesn’t, as long as we can afford all the things we need to live, we’ll be alright.” Jimin declares with unbridled confidence, pausing to cock his head to the side and stare off into the distance. “It would be nice to be able to buy stuff for the pup and decorate its room, but I suppose that’s more of a luxury.”

“Our pup will have everything it could ever need or want. That’s a promise, omega. I’ll make it happen no matter what.” Jungkook declares in a way that leaves not an inch of room for doubt to slither into Jimin’s mind.

“I’m sure you will. You always do.”

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Unbearably hot temperatures that melt through skin like magma, flourishing crops that endlessly provide bushels of produce that span across every surface of the kitchen, unending sunshine that beams from the sky to illuminate the earth, animals excitedly frolicking through the fields containing them, unpredictable weather patterns that shift from perfect days to tornadoes in the blink of an eye, heaps of traffic on the roads and townsfolk visiting the square, and joyous events constantly occurring in celebration of the wonderful season.

Summer allots everyone the freedom of living that they yearn for, bringing the impossibility of remaining in a dreary state of mind when life itself flows in a carefree manner that brings lightness to the soul.

Regardless of the fact that he sweats from every crevice in his body and wants to cry from the excruciating heat, Jimin adores it.

Battling the gripping nausea that clutches him by the throat to debilitate his movements for the first half of the day only slightly dampers his positive demeanor, hobbling his way to the front porch to soak up the fresh air and manageable temperatures before the torture truly begins. He closes his tired eyes, tilts his head back against his chair, and patiently waits for Jungkook to prepare their drinks. Not even horrific sickness will keep him from spending time with his mate.

“Taehyung’s leavin’ early again today, so it’ll just be us after lunch. I don’t got much to do besides pickin’ the crops and bringin’ ‘em here for us to organize, which means it might be a easier day for once.” Jungkook rasps in that rich, grumbly voice that tickles Jimin’s ears as he listens to the timbre of it.

“Are you saying that you’ll come spend time with me if you finish up early?” Jimin questions as amusement and excitement bubbles in his stomach.

“I suppose so.”

“That sounds real great. I’d like that a lot.” Jimin croons in delight, utter infatuation swirling around his chest when he stares at his handsome alpha, unable to resist the urge to lean over and cup his strong jaw. “Maybe we can do something fun if you ain’t too busy today.”

“Fun like what?” Jungkook inquires with a raised eyebrow and a spicy hint to his amber scent.

“I’ll leave that for you to decide.” Jimin hums, shrugging.

“That’s a dangerous proposition on your end, darlin’. You never know what I might come up with. You sure you’re ready for that?” Jungkook says teasingly, smiling so cutely when he meets Jimin’s gaze.

“I trust you with my whole heart.” Jimin declares without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Then I reckon I’ll see you soon enough. Take it easy today, okay? Don’t make yourself even more sick by trying to work too hard. You rest as long as you need, sweetheart.” Jungkook gently commands, leaning over into the omega’s personal space to capture his lips in a searing kiss. “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.”

Obediently following his mate’s orders and refraining from straining himself too much during this time of uncertainty regarding the state of his stomach, Jimin plops onto the couch to focus on easier tasks that require far less physical exertion or stress on his body. He grabs the patches of fabric perfectly cut into little shapes that all coordinate together, mindlessly staring down at his hands while he moves on muscle memory alone to craft a humongous quilt overflowing with gorgeous colors.

The suggestion from Sunhee spurs him on to work efficiently to finish the piece as quickly as possible in order to earn more money and offer his help towards the family finances however he can.

It provides him a way to be productive without sacrificing his own health in the process.

A win-win situation.

Jimin swiftly grows accustomed to relaxing for a majority of the day instead of endlessly devoting all of his time to caring for the cleanliness and order of their spacious home, forcing himself to appreciate this precious time in which his body attempts to accommodate the life forming in the pits of his womb. Knowing that he works hard beneath the surface, something that Jungkook constantly reminds him of, serves his spirit well and eases the burden of accomplishing less in terms of chores around the house.

Spending hours upon hours sewing together quilts by hand means that he finishes them in record time, adding the finished product of the second one onto the rack by the door before lunch time even arrives. He hopes that people actually purchase them and his efforts prove valuable.

He holds his nose the entire time he prepares a satisfying meal for Jungkook and Taehyung, thrilled to help even if he refrains from eating anything himself.

The three of them crowd around the table to engage in mundane conversation about their lives, the state of the world, the work on the farm, and the simple topics that spring to mind, a routine that replays each day that they join together in this way. Jimin enjoys socializing and getting to know both of them a little better, appreciative of the opportunity to challenge his mind with something other than the endless thoughts that rattle around in his head. His heart constricts when he peers at the empty seats around them and imagines how the situation will change once their pup arrives.

Precisely as Jungkook announced during their morning fellowship time, Taehyung bids them goodbye shortly after lunch to head to the post office once again, smiling brightly when he waves as he gallops off on his horse into the distance.

This leaves Jungkook and Jimin completely alone.

“Are you ready to go?” Jungkook questions as he stands in the doorway, a collection of things crowding his muscular arms when he confronts Jimin while he exits the bedroom.

“Go?” Jimin replies, eyes wide enough that his eyebrows shoot into his hairline. “Go where? We’re going somewhere? Is that what you meant—“

“To the creek, omega.”

“Oh.” Jimin breathes out a sigh of relief that he didn’t realize was trapped in his chest. “Then… Yes.”

“Go ahead and grab anything you think you might need for the next hour or two. I reckon I got everything we might possibly want, but you should make sure. We won’t be doing anything too wild.” Jungkook suggests before he steps onto the porch, gathering all of the stuff in his arms to place it in the pocket hanging off the horse’s saddle.

“Alright, let’s go!” Jimin exclaims excitedly, smiling at his alpha when he steps beside the horse and waits for a lift onto the animal.

Although Jimin hopefully anticipated the chance to soak in Jungkook’s glorious company after the brief work day ended, he never expected something as ornately planned as a date along the creek that borders their land.

Their red, gingham blanket spreads across the grass to offer protection from the harsh earth, sprawling with various goodies to make their time outside as comfortable as possible. The alpha chopped fresh fruits to provide an afternoon snack, brewed tea to offer a refreshing drink, packed hats to protect them from the sun, and brought important things like towels and a fresh change of clothes for both of them. Such a thoughtful gesture that Jimin feels taken aback when he stands beside a tree staring at everything.

Sweltering hot temperatures and a lack of breeze discourage any sort of affection that causes them to plaster their bodies together, but it doesn’t deter Jimin for long, far too needy and eager to pry himself away from his mate who sits there like a prize to be won.

Jungkook seizes the opportunity to force the first bit of sustenance into the omega’s system for the day.

“Wait… What?” Jimin gapes, gulping down the sticky-sweet drops of strawberry still on his tongue, heart threatening to pound through his chest while he stares at Jungkook before him. “N-Naked? You… You want to—“

“Take your clothes off.” Jungkook commands in such a way that it sends a thrill down Jimin’s spine.

“Here?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, eyes dark and intense as he glares down at him.

“But… B-But… We’re outside. What if someone sees us? That’s scandalous! I barely survived the last time you suggested something like this and I wasn’t even totally bare then.” Jimin gawks in shock, arguing despite the fact that he doesn’t totally hate the notion.

“No one’s going to see us all the way out here, sweetheart.” Jungkook chuckles, fingers crawling their way to his waist to tug at the elastic band of his flowy trousers.

“W-Well…”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, though I think it would be a lot of fun for us to play in the water without clothes getting in the way. It’s just me and you. We can do whatever we want.” Jungkook rasps in his low and deep tone, the spike of musk in his amber making Jimin weak at the knees.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it, alpha. That sounds nice.” Jimin whispers breathily, skin tingling where Jungkook’s fingertips linger.

A cacophony of emotions barrel into Jimin at lightning speed, a semblance of nervousness and sparks of delight battling for prominence in the forefront of his brain, something utterly exciting rushing over him when he tiptoes towards the shallow water with not a single article of clothing hanging from his body. He feels Jungkook’s eyes burning a hole in his skin with every timid step he takes, his own gaze trained on the ground to avoid seeing the darkness in his alpha’s eyes. Goosebumps litter his bare, silky skin that glimmers in the blaring sunlight and tortuous heat.

The deepest part of the creek narrowly sways at Jimin’s hips when he wades to the depths of the water, far too shallow to hide the nakedness that sits on full display for his mate to see. It feels oddly personal and intimate to receive unfettered access to the wonders of each other’s bodies like this when they normally possess too much raw desire to focus on these things.

“The water feels so much better in the shade! Come here! It’s perfectly chilly in this spot.” Jimin implores as he flashes a pearly smile at Jungkook, turning to glance at him from his spot in the only area shaded by trees.

“Truly?” Jungkook questions, swiftly raising an eyebrow in interest.

“Yes!”

“Oh, it’s real nice over—“ Jungkook attempts to state before he abruptly cuts himself off when Jimin obscenely splashes him with a gust of water, spraying it all over his upper torso and neck with his smack against the surface.

“Oops.” Jimin whispers in jest, fighting to hold back the smile dancing on his lips.

“My eyes must deceive me.” Jungkook rasps in an impossibly low voice that borders on a growl, intensity bleeding from his midnight irises when he glares across the water with his mouth agape in shock. “There ain’t no way my precious, wonderful, perfect omega would ever be so rotten as to rudely splash me without any—“

“Is that so, alpha?” Jimin challenges, raising his hand to the surface of the water in preparation of another strike, thrill racing down his spine at the spike of musk and spice in Jungkook’s amber scent.

Without offering another word, Jimin splashes him again.

“I see I was sorely mistaken.” Jungkook rasps through a clenched jaw, his serious demeanor enough to terrify the omega if he didn’t implicitly know just how much his mate enjoys this playful behavior.

A high-pitched squeal rips from Jimin’s throat when Jungkook dashes through the water to pounce on him in an instant, nowhere near enough time for his weak instincts to react before he finds himself wrapped in the alpha’s strong hold without any way to break himself free. He giggles uncontrollably as Jungkook scoops up water and tosses it onto his visible flesh, barely avoiding his face with his coordinated attacks that leave Jimin filled to the brim with jubilation that steals the breath from his lungs.

“You reckon you can besmirch my self-respect and get away with it? Hmm? Are you that brazen and foolish, darlin’?” Jungkook peppers open mouthed kisses to the column of Jimin’s neck while he bends him backwards to force the back of his head into the water. “Do you expect me to just let you get away with it?”

“Yes, actually. That’s precisely what I expect. You don’t stand a chance against me.” Jimin declares proudly, smiling so big that his cheeks ache.

“I suppose I need to teach you a lesson. Show you exactly who you’re dealing with here. No one can cross me and get away with it, not even a pretty little thing like you.” Jungkook replies with another growl, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s back for support while the other gently cradles the back of his head, forcing him below the surface to drench him head to toe in cool, refreshing water.

“Oh, heavens!” Jimin exclaims breathily, lungs heaving when he comes up for air. “That was incredible! The water is so cold under there! Do it again!”

“This is supposed to be a punishment.” Jungkook grumbles, a twinkle in his eyes when he obliges.

“Definitely, yeah. This is such a good punishment. You certainly shouldn’t try it yourself, not at all. Again, again! Please!”

The two of them spend an ungodly amount of time splashing around in the crisp waters of the creek, too shallow to fully submerge themselves and so many pebbles on the ground that their feet ache by the time they finally step back onto dry land. Neither of them possess a care in the world, laughing in each other’s arms, kissing until their lips bruise, and dipping their heads under the surface to provide their bodies with a reprieve from the sweltering temperatures. All in all, they have the time of their lives doing such a simple thing.

An undeniable tension cascades through the air when they wrap towels around their bare bodies and crawl onto the blanket Jungkook spread for their enjoyment, the surmounting thicket of arousal and desire too aggressive to ignore after spending a couple of hours merely soaking up the presence of their mates. Thick enough to cut with a knife, malleable and heavy, electrifying when it settles over their skin.

“You look so damn good like this. It’s driving me absolutely crazy. All I think about during the day when I’m out in the field missing you.” Jungkook whispers gruffly, placing debaucherous, wet kisses down Jimin’s naked body splayed before him.

“Y-You think so?” Jimin asks, pleased. The subtle changes appear much more obvious beneath the gleaming sunlight, his nipples darker, his chest growing heavier, and his lower belly rounding the tiniest bit.

“You’re pretty as ever, sweetheart.” Jungkook nods.

“Thank you.” Jimin whimpers through a sigh, biting his bottom lip to refrain from embarrassing himself over so little attention to his sensitive body.

“Getting softer, rounder, sweeter. I don’t know how I’m going to handle it when you’re full with my pup. It’s already hard enough to not eat you whole.” Jungkook grunts, mouth working its way across the omega’s supple thighs before dipping lower and lower.

“A-Alpha—“ Jimin whines, turning his head to bury his flaming cheeks in his shoulder. “I don’t think… I wouldn’t taste good.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, omega.” Jungkook asserts with utmost confidence, hot breaths ghosting over Jimin’s leaking hole that clenches to release a gush of slick in response. “I reckon you taste as sweet as sugar.”

When his mate’s tongue extends to lap up the wave of goodness rushing from his needy hole, not an ounce of shame anywhere in his body as he loudly gulps down Jimin’s slick like it’s a nectar sent down from the heavens, every conscious thought in the omega’s head flings out through his ears to leave him utterly brainless and desperate for whatever pleasure awaits him. The rough, scratchy surface provides a delicious amount of friction that brings excruciating relief.

Even after months of intimately entwining their bodies to indulge in the pleasure their souls constantly seek, they never ventured into territory like this.

Jimin…

Well…

He hardly possesses time to do anything except lie back and allow his alpha to command free rein over his body, writhing and mewling in delight while he squeezes his eyes shut tight enough to send stars exploding across his vision.

Any complaints about the filthiness of such a foreign concept die before they ever leave his lips, drowning in delight as Jungkook explores unknown depths. He grows more confident, more insistent, more comfortable with his actions, diving his tongue past the tight ring of muscles as sucking sounds ring in the air until Jimin hears nothing else. His hands roam from the omega’s thighs to his hips to his puffy nipples, only adding to the amazing sensation.

Jungkook brings him to his release so swiftly that he offers no warning before shooting ropes of cum over his own tummy, squirming with his little balls in the hot cavern of the alpha’s mouth and fingers prodding past his soused entrance.

He might feel embarrassed if he contained the strength to care.

“I was right, darlin’.” Jungkook croons in his husky voice, kissing along Jimin’s jaw while he settles his heavy weight over his spent body. “You taste as good as you look.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll let you see for yourself.” Jungkook states before he dives forward to mash their lips together in a consuming kiss, the sweetness of Jimin’s slick still dripping from his tongue when he roughly thrusts it into his mouth to force him to experience it as well.

“My alpha’s so dirty.” Jimin whispers, pleased despite his own notions, eyes wide when he stares down to find his mate met his release just as swiftly as he did solely from pleasuring him.

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps with another searing kiss. “Only for you.”

Notes:

lots of sweetness and daily life stuff in this chapter! they’re just too precious for their own good! a pup on the way, lots of changes coming, and a community building around them. life is too good!! hehe

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Chapter 8: Adored

Notes:

Keeping in time with the estimation from the doctor, while also bearing in mind that nothing will ever be entirely precise considering the uncertainty of circumstances such as pregnancy, Jimin’s first trimester officially ends and ushers in the second one with much gratitude from the omega, overflowing with excitement and joy for what will soon arrive into their lives.

His morning sickness shows no signs of slowing down, but he harbors immense hope that his pup might spare him soon enough.

Jimin’s body constantly changes.

It feels agonizingly slow when comparing on a daily basis, like his belly remains the same size and his figure falls stagnant with no effort to grow to accompany the life inside of it. However, when a week passes and he stands in front of the bathroom mirror to truly observe the shape of his body, he realizes just how much everything shifts before his eyes. His breasts gradually gain more tissue while his nipples darken, the pouch along his lower belly becomes more noticeable every day, certain spots like his hips and thighs fatten up, and he becomes softer with more healthy weight on him.

Truthfully, he greatly appreciates the way his cells all come together to enact these actions that ensure the continued safety and growth of their precious pup, bursting with happiness when he finds something new or different happening to him.

Revealing the blessing nestled in his belly that steadily approaches their reality seems like a natural next step following the course of his pregnancy.

The very first person he tells is Ma and Pa.

Exchanging a measly letter that takes weeks to pass through the postage system and actually land in their hands feels horrifically insufficient for such lofty news, but he swallows the sadness bubbling in his throat to sit down at the desk with the thoughtful mind necessary for formulating the perfect message for those he holds nearest to his heart.

Occasionally sending and receiving letters fails to compare to the personal relationship they previously possessed, so he tries not to think about these depressing things when writing such happy correspondence.

The bulk of his pressing thoughts that he wishes to convey to his grandparents come out like a flowing river, not struggling at all to offer them the wealth of information about his life that they have yet to learn. Words trickle down from his brain to his fingertips, scratching them into the page with careful precision and dedication. He delves into the success of their crops now that harvest season slowly winds down as summer ends, detailing their fruitful sales and exchanges made with other local townsfolk. Any minuscule tidbit that pops into his head finds its way on the page.

Only once he finishes the informative section does he scribble out the last sentence that will surely cause them to sing and shout with happiness upon reading it.

“After a brief visit with the local doctor concerning some nausea I’ve been experiencing, it turns out that a little pup is in my belly. Who would’ve thought this would happen so easily? Certainly not me! At the time of writing this, I’m just past the first trimester and healthy as a horse, so don’t worry about a thing. Maybe next time we see each other, you’ll have another little one to dote on.”

Next, Jimin decides to tell their neighbors.

Taehyung already knows since he was at the house when the doctor showed up and divulged the information, which saves him needing to inform another person about the whole thing.

After a lifetime with few friends or acquaintances due to his reserved nature that left him in his grandparents’ presence most of the time, he struggles to conjure a way to announce the monumental moment without bringing too much attention to himself, simply formulating an idea in his mind before he asks Jungkook to accompany him to Seokjin and Namjoon’s house.

“Are you sure we’re not interrupting anything? I don’t want to be a bother if you’re already busy or something. We can come back later if—“

“Honey, we ain’t ever that busy around here! You’re welcome to hang out with me whenever your little heart desires. Have a seat on the couch and I’ll bring us some tea to drink while we chit chat.” Seokjin declares decisively, waving a hand towards the couch before padding off into the kitchen.

“I’ll head out yonder to see what Namjoon is up to, okay?” Jungkook asks gruffly, staring directly into Jimin’s eyes to ensure he communicates clearly.

“Okay.”

Utter chaos always unfolds whenever Jimin dwells in the residence of this big family, but it never truly bothers him one bit. The pups were sitting at the dining table when he first entered through the door, abandoning their positions to chase each other around the living room with a broom. Screaming and squealing and booming footsteps echoing in the air, the tiniest pup seeking safety from the commotion by crawling on the couch beside Jimin and watching from afar. It doesn’t take long for Seokjin to return with a stern look on his face and a commanding voice to force them back to their seats to continue their school work.

Nervousness simmers beneath the surface of his skin, hot and tingling as it courses through his veins, making it hard to focus or carry on normal conversation with the glaring noises in his brain reminding him of the topic lingering on the tip of his tongue. Luckily for him, Seokjin loves to talk and possesses an aura about him that eases Jimin’s worries almost instantly.

“We’ve been eating on that corn you guys brought over a couple weeks ago and it’s doggone amazing! The kids have been asking for it ‘bout every night. I don’t know what Jungkook did to it, but he sure knows his corn, huh?”

“I suppose so.” Jimin nods his head, a pleased smile on his face. “It’s the best corn I’ve ever had in my whole life.”

“Me too! It’s a little sweet, perfectly juicy, and soft enough that it pops when you bite into it. Corn like that is a luxury ‘round these parts.” Seokjin adds, bouncing Miyoung on his knee while she screeches with joy.

“I’m real glad that you guys liked it.” Jimin says bashfully, extremely proud of his alpha’s hard work and dedication to his craft.

“Of course! How could we not? Y’all are going to spoil us rotten with all these gifts you constantly bring us! You’re such a pair of sweetie pies, ain’t ya?” Seokjin exclaims happily, leaning forward in his seat to glare at the pups arguing instead of working on their assignments, his aloe vera scent strong and crisp.

For the majority of the afternoon, the two of them discuss whatever topics spring to mind with nothing important to talk about. They spend time conversing about the slowly changing seasons, how Seokjin and Namjoon’s pups are doing, their plans for the rest of the year, and more lighthearted things that naturally flow together. Jimin allows himself the chance to simply enjoy time with one of his newer friends instead of rushing to the news he yearns to share.

“This, uh… This might be a little sappy, but I’m awful glad to have neighbors like you guys. It’s nice to have another omega to talk to and someone that relates to me. If that makes sense.” Jimin admits timidly, staring down at Miyoung who rests on his lap.

“Aww, it makes perfect sense! That’s so precious of you to say, honey. I’m glad to have a neighbor like you as well!”

“I used to spend all my time with my Ma and Pa, so it’s been an adjustment only being around Jungkook now.” Jimin states with honesty and vulnerability, finding himself comfortable enough in Seokjin’s presence to speak candidly. “Being able to hang out with you makes missing them a little easier.”

“You’re just too sweet! I can’t stand it! I’m going to snatch you up and never let you go if you keep talking like that. Thank you so much, you little cutie!” Seokjin gushes in a high voice, reaching over to squeeze his cheeks.

“There is something I want to tell you before I leave.” Jimin all but whispers, eyeing the door when he hears Namjoon and Jungkook congregating on the porch.

“Go right ahead.” Seokjin replies encouragingly.

“I… Uh… Well, I’m having a pup.”

“Congratulations! That’s so exciting! Oh, what wonderful news!” Seokjin rushes forward to grip him in a tight hug, the huge smile on his face mirroring Jimin’s aching cheeks. “I knew it!”

“You did?” Jimin questions, jaw agape.

“Sure did and I’ve never been wrong about that in my life. You’ve just got the pregnancy glow. That’s what I like to call it.” Seokjin states with a hum, eyes scanning over Jimin’s fidgeting figure.

“I’m glad that you think so because I’ve been sick as a dog and feel anything except glowing.” Jimin groans, helping the pup down to the ground before he stands to his feet.

“Don’t worry, we’re practically experts on child rearing and pregnancy and all that stuff. Anything you need, any questions you have, we’ll be here to help.”

Divulging the exciting news to Hoseok and Yoongi happens with far less planning on Jimin’s part, not to mention how much less nerve wracking it feels to confess after ripping off the bandage with Seokjin. All of them crowd around the dining table a few days later, Jungkook and Jimin hosting an impromptu supper with the neighboring couple when they stop by to check out the farm just before mealtime. Just like their naturally growing friendships with their other neighbors, this one feels effortless and easy too.

“I know it’s too early to be thinking about next year when we’re still not finished with this harvest season, but do you think you’re going to try and plant even more corn next year?” Yoongi inquires, an eyebrow raised when he peers across the table to Jungkook.

“Hell yeah.” Jungkook nods vigorously, chomping down on a hunk of meat before he continues his train of thought. “As long as I’ve got Taehyung’s help and hands that work, I’ll grow as much as I can.”

“It probably takes lots of time to deal with that many crops, right? Yoongi’s out all day long and we don’t have nowhere near as much as you all.” Hoseok questions next, expression thoughtful.

“It definitely does, which is also another thing to consider.” Jungkook answers swiftly, turning to gaze at Jimin with a heavy intensity in his dark eyes.

“Actually, um… We’ll kind of have a lot to handle next year because our pup will be here by the time sowing season starts. It’s due sometime in the winter if the doctor’s calculations are right.” Jimin states as delight flutters in his chest, instinctively reaching down to cup the tiny swell of his belly.

“That’s true.” Jungkook declares, flashing a toothy grin.

“Oh! You… You’re pregnant? Congratulations! We’re so happy for you!” Hoseok proclaims with pure excitement, blueberry bursting in the air, his eyes sparkling in happiness.

“That’s great news. You must be over the moon. Your first pup.” Yoongi hums lowly, offering a smile around the table.

“Thank you. Neither of us were really expecting it, but of course we’re happy to welcome a pup into our family.” Jungkook replies in his gruff, deep voice, pleading to Jimin’s ears in a way that makes his cheeks tint the slightest shade of pink.

“It feels like it’s moving so quickly, especially now that I’m already past the first trimester. The pup will be here before we know it. So many preparations to make and things to do.” Jimin contemplates while he sips on his water, beyond pleased with how things are turning out in this amazing life of his.

With everyone close to them informed and no secrets hidden away beneath the fabric of Jimin’s shirt, the excitement inside of him only grows and grows, a wealth of joyous moments to look forward to in the near future.

He can’t wait to experience everything with his wonderful alpha by his side.

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As a consequence of the unbelievably busy time of year still engulfing them each day—the dredges of summer lingering towards the end to continue producing unprecedented amounts of crops for Jungkook to deal with—Jimin heads off an excursion into town without his mate to accompany him, instead finding Taehyung beside him since the beta needs to purchase supplies for the crops and feed for the animals.

Crisp, neat citrus billows in the air of the carriage while they trek to the square, the two of them mostly quiet as they focus on their objectives rather than idly chatting.

Terrifyingly busy.

When they finally approach the parking areas to offload their horses and carriage for the duration of time they spend strolling through the area, the streets overflow with people coming from every direction. Families with their pups running about, couples arm in arm along the sidewalks, vendors lining the streets, and nearly every inch covered with a human with some kind of purpose in mind. It possesses a certain kind of chaos that leaves the air buzzing with tangible thrill, ringing in Jimin’s ears and swirling around his head, energy unavoidable with how valiantly it thrums.

He obediently follows along with whatever Taehyung commands, happy to remain silently behind him as they trail from one shop to another in search of the necessary items he needs to retrieve for their duties on the property.

Curiosity always needles into his veins in moments like this.

Watching the various scenes outplaying around him provides immense entertainment for his explorative mind, observing the interactions between those passing by or speaking with one another at the stands. He enjoys existing like a fly on the wall to merely see the way others behave in public settings like this, also gazing at the array of items in each shop they enter.

As they stride up and down the wooden walkways that connect the buildings, one place in particular catches the omega’s eye to the point that he finds himself wandering through the door inside the space.

“Oh, there you are. I was fixin’ to freak out if I didn’t find you soon. Thought you disappeared on me.” Taehyung says onto the quiet stillness of the open room, glancing around at the glass display cases sprawled along the walls and spanning from the floors.

“Sorry, it wasn’t my intention to frighten you.” Jimin replies honestly, an apologetic expression on his face.

“It’s quite alright. Boss would have my head if I somehow lost his beloved mate, so it’s in my best interest to keep an eye on you.” Taehyung states in jest, the thud of his boots approaching Jimin from behind. “Hmm… Watches?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, captivated by the plethora of designs, styles, and options available.

“Didn’t realize you were a connoisseur.” Taehyung comments with a hum.

“I’m not.”

“The real nice ones can cost a pretty penny, especially the stuff you’re looking at. I reckon some places offer customization and engraving, but I’ve never ventured to buy any myself.” Taehyung adds as he skirts his index finger along the edge of the glass case.

“This one is quite nice.” Jimin remarks in awe, eyes glued to the sparkling plate along the background of the time display and the crisp gold lining it all.

“Indeed, it is.” Taehyung swiftly agrees.

A few minutes pass wherein Jimin questions the shop owner about various aspects of their products, inquiring about the cost of these items, how to go about purchasing one, the length of time in which it takes to make them, if they offer any deals or savings, and things of that nature. Taehyung inputs a few words of his own, both of them discussing this topic for several minutes until they exhaust whatever easily comes to mind. The omega stores the information away to access at a later time.

“Are you wanting to buy a watch or something?” Taehyung asks gently, eyes meeting Jimin’s fleeting gaze when they exit the shop.

“Maybe.” Jimin shrugs, not reaching enough of a solid decision to divulge his thoughts.

“I see.” Taehyung nods, humming something non-committal, gripping a hefty bag in his hands that contains several objects he needs for the farm. “That one you picked out was real shiny and cool, so it seems like a good choice if you do end up buying something.”

“I think so too. It’s a big investment and not exactly a necessity, so I need to think about it a bit more before I commit to anything.”

Receiving a change in routine to trek from one shop to another with Taehyung actually brightens Jimin’s day much more than he ever anticipated, smiling from ear to ear when they crack jokes about things they see or stop for a brief snack at one of the fresh fruit stands. They converse about the simplest things, still getting to know each other better after months of the beta serving as Jungkook’s farmhand.

Jimin occasionally stops to enter into a shop that catches his eye, spending a minimal amount of the pocket money he received from his alpha before he left, grabbing things like new fabric and thread, another nightgown in a bigger size to accommodate his newly growing belly, and a set of matching mugs.

Though he thoroughly misses Jungkook’s presence and always wishes he could join him in everything he does in life, spending this time out and about with Taehyung makes him incredibly happy nonetheless. Gorgeous rays of sunshine peek through the wooden slats lining the front of the buildings, a light breeze flows through the air to offer a reprieve from the tormenting heat, and everyone around seems in good spirits wherever Jimin goes.

All in all, he appreciates the opportunity to stretch his legs and broaden his horizons out in the town square with fellow folks who shoot him smiles whenever they meet eyes.

“This is going to take a while to sort out. I reckon you can go explore some if you want and I’ll come find you once I’m done. Just don’t go too far or nothing.” Taehyung states blankly, voice hushed to avoid disturbing the others loitering around the checkout counter at the back of the busy shop.

“Alright, that works for me.” Jimin nods to acknowledge the statement, eyes flitting from Taehyung to the front windows a few times before he ultimately steps away. “I’ll be waiting just outside when you’re finished.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Taehyung says with a chuckle, boxy smile on full display.

Contrary to Jimin’s swift proclamation made without much thought about the situation, he instantly negates the notion by rounding the corner to follow the wooden walkway to a store sign that catches his interest. He never intends to offer anyone empty promises, but the children’s store entices him too greatly to ignore the pull urging him forward. Besides, it only resides a couple buildings down from the one Taehyung currently occupies. Jimin will probably glance at the items and leave before the beta even purchases everything he needs.

His heart flutters with nervous anticipation and undeniable excitement when he passes through the dinging front door of the shop designated for all things pups.

Truly, deeply, earnestly, he wishes Jungkook could be here with him.

It contains everything a parent could ever want, whether expecting or experienced, offering a multitude of goods that satisfy the necessities for child rearing. Along the wooden walls, on the shelves lining the floor, and perched atop tables, the array of items blows his mind beyond anything he imagined. Nearly every inch of the place holds some kind of good that parents and pups alike can appreciate.

Jimin hardly thinks at all before he rushes further inside to admire the beautiful things gleaming in his eyes like diamonds, finding the tiniest clothing, soft blankets and pillows, useful supplies like bottles, colorful toys for them to enjoy, and even recipe books for pup food.

His heart rate kicks into overdrive, stomach fluttering with thrill, every cell in his body springing to life as he pictures someday buying these for his own pup.

Unfortunately, with his mind preoccupied due to his head floating through the clouds, hands bouncing from one display to another, endless imagery flickering in his head while he pictures his hopeful future, Jimin fails to notice the alpha creeping from the back corner of the shop until it’s too late, turning around with a startled gasp when he feels a tugging hand on his back and a heavy grunt in his ears that makes the hair on the nape of his neck stand in attention like imminent danger approaches.

The tiny glass bowl clutched in his fingers drops to the ground with a booming clatter, shattering into a thousand pieces that catapult across the floor at an alarming speed.

“Nuh-uh, you stay right there, honey. Don’t want your little feet to get cut on no glass. Let me take care of this accident first.” The older man asserts as he raises his arms to block Jimin’s path, words slithering out like snakes in his crotchety voice.

“I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to drop it, it just slipped. Y-You startled me and it fell from my hands. I wasn’t… I don’t…” Jimin stammers out anxiously, heart hammering wildly against his ribs.

“It ain’t no worry, angel.” The alpha says with an uneasy smile cracking on his lips. “Stay put and I’ll clean it up.”

Admittedly, nothing terrifying even occurred throughout Jimin’s time in this shop, but the nervous tingling under his skin and the instincts screaming in his head provide more than enough reason for him to yearn to leave as swiftly as possible. Something about the man’s tone of voice, the sinister glimmer in his eyes, the way he encroaches on the omega’s personal space without a care in the world, it all raises Jimin’s hackles to put him on full alert.

It might be unwarranted and silly, yet he cares not. Jimin needs to flee from this place immediately.

He nervously shifts from one foot to the other regardless of the alpha’s insistence that he remain still, barely able to breathe when the older gentleman urges him back even further until he finds himself backed into the corner with nowhere else to go.

The complete and total stranger acts in such a peculiar manner that Jimin wants to cry, unsure of the intensity of his feelings when essentially nothing untoward has happened. His omega yelps for safety and comfort, reflexively clutching his tiny belly in his hands to ensure he protects the most important part of his body within this looming threat of danger roaring in his mind.

“I need to go. Now. I have to go meet someone, they’re waiting for me. I can’t stay here any longer.” Jimin declares with every ounce of conviction he musters inside of him.

“Wait, wait, wait.” The alpha rushes out, raising his hand to thwart Jimin's movements. “Not just yet, still some glass on the floor, honey.”

“I’m wearing shoes. I’ll be fine. I have to go.” Jimin asserts for a second time, skin crawling when the alpha stands to his feet to tower over him with his looming stature and creepy smile.

“Are you sure you can’t spare a minute or two? We haven’t even been able to talk yet.”

“I’m g-going.”

Uncaring of social norms, proper etiquette, or necessary niceties, Jimin hooks his hands along the edge of the display on his right and pushes it as hard as he can to break the small area of space that cages him against the wall. He doesn’t look back, doesn’t check for the man’s reaction, doesn’t wait to make sure it’s all okay. The omega puts one foot in front of the other to dash through the aisles of the store and barrel his way to freedom.

An extended breath of relief rips from his lungs when he steps onto the wooden walkway outside and finds Taehyung rounding the corner, sagging against the wall with his little hand clutching his chest.

Safe and sound.

Jimin falls quiet for the remainder of the day, stuck in the maze of his own mind even after he returns to the safety of his home, unable to refrain from replaying the oddly uncomfortable moment in his head again and again. He remembers the staleness of the air, how tense every second felt, the stench of cheese billowing from the alpha’s pores, and what horrifying emotions coursed through his veins. Nothing even occurred, yet he wants to curl into a ball to ensure he and his pup stay wrapped in safety for the rest of the night.

When Jungkook enters into the spare bedroom to find him sweeping the floor, Jimin doesn’t utter a word. As they eat supper together, he stares down at his plate to focus on feeding himself. After the evening comes to an end and the two of them plop onto the couch to relax, he merely stares into the distance while his heart pounds aggressively in his chest.

“Are you not feeling well tonight, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks softly, touch warm and soothing when he pulls Jimin into his arms, amber spiking richly in the air around them. “Is your stomach bothering you again?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“No? It’s not bothering you? Hmm, well… I reckon that’s a good thing. I’m just wondering why you’re being so quiet all of a sudden. I miss hearing your pretty voice talking to me like usual. Did you have fun with Taehyung today?” Jungkook rasps lowly, raking his fingertips up and down the omega’s arm until goosebumps explode in their wake.

This time, Jimin nods.

“Ah, you did? I figured you would. It’s a shame I couldn’t go with you.” Jungkook hums from the depths of his chest, rattling Jimin’s head that rests upon his shoulder. “Did something happen when you were out, darlin’?”

Jimin, unsure how to answer, simply remains still as a statue.

“Can you talk to me, omega? I’m real worried and want to know that you’re okay. You can tell me anything, you know. I hope you know I would do anything for you.” Jungkook asks so sweetly that it breaks Jimin’s heart into pieces all over again.

“I… I dropped something.” Jimin croaks through his dry, unused voice.

“You dropped something?” Jungkook repeats, eyebrows furrowed when Jimin works up the courage to gaze at his handsome face.

“Glass.”

“And it broke?” Jungkook supplies, putting the pieces together on his own. Jimin nods. “That’s alright, omega. Accidents happen. All that matters is that you didn’t get hurt.”

“The… The alpha. He…” Jimin trails off, struggling to formulate a coherent sentence when he doesn’t even know how he feels or why he feels that way.

“Who? Which alpha? What are you talking about?” Jungkook stiffens, chest no longer moving up and down.

“I don’t know.” Jimin admits honestly, parsing through the information bouncing around in his brain. “He was there. I… I didn’t see him until he was right behind me. It scared me half to death and that’s why I dropped it. He didn’t do anything to me, but… but I didn’t like it. I wanted to leave.”

“Nothing happened, though? Did he touch you or do anything weird? What did he say? Should I go down to the square and rip his—“

“No, no. It wasn’t like that, I don’t think. Not yet, anyway. There wasn’t enough time. I just… I felt so scared. All I could think about was the pup. I literally ran out even though he kept telling me not to.” Jimin explains, shivering in his alpha’s hold.

“Fucking bastard.” Jungkook growls under his breath, shaking his head in anger. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You did so good. You felt like something was wrong and got yourself out of there, protected both you and the pup. Such a good omega.”

Sensing the storm raging in Jimin’s soul, beings innately entwined as one to live and breathe in togetherness for the rest of their existences, Jungkook commands the initiative to swoop the omega into his capable arms to carry him off to bed, acutely determined to soothe the consuming feelings of dread that gradually fade from his body.

No further questions asked, not another word to be spoken, nothing important except the ability to provide utter peace and comfort amidst such uneasy circumstances.

He devotes the entirety of his attention to offering gentle touches of reassurance from the top of Jimin’s head to the soles of his feet. Jungkook peppers his face with kisses, insistently buries his face in the crook of his neck to stain it with his scent, rubs his hands across every inch of skin, and does everything in his power to ensure that his mate feels the intensity of his undying adoration. When he slips up the silky fabric of Jimin’s nightgown to douse the tiny swell of his belly in unrelenting amber, tears sting on the omega’s lashes.

“M-My… My alpha will protect me, right? You won’t let anything happen to me? Never ever ever?” Jimin whispers through a shaky breath, bottom lip quivering as he pulls Jungkook closer to settle overtop of him, feeling nothing but safe beneath his mate’s formidable body.

“Always.” Jungkook declares proudly, delicately kissing the corner of his mouth in a little peck. “I’ll always keep you safe, my precious mate.”

“Pup too?” Jimin inquires weakly, blinks slow and lethargic with the warmth of Jungkook’s amber drowning his senses in comfort.

“Pup too.” Jungkook nods in agreement, sneaking his hand to rest it over the omega’s smaller one already cupping his belly. “This one and every one that comes after. Always. I swear it.”

---

A lethargic smile splits across Jimin’s puffy face when he barrels into consciousness first thing in the early morning, releasing a pleased sigh from deep within his chest as he gradually recognizes the delightful scenario engulfing him whole, not even bothering to force open his eyes because he feels nothing except wholly safe and utterly content from the tips of his fingers to the heels of his feet.

Amber drenches every inch of his skin until it seeps into his pores, wonderfully rich and thick while it swirls in the air of their bedroom to enlighten each of the omega’s senses.

Spending months on end in this perfect arrangement with his lovely mate leaves Jimin without a drop of shame at the happy hum that rings from his throat.

Encountering that strange alpha who made his skin crawl certainly wasn’t a pleasant experience, but he finds himself satisfied with the way Jungkook’s insistence over him only surmounts. He instinctively allows himself to engage in these more primal activities like constantly scenting Jimin to mark him with his claim, providing protection and comfort even when they only spend their days in the safety of their own home. Not a single complaint falls from his lips at the newfound surge of attention.

“Mornin’, pretty.” Jungkook rasps with his intoxicating voice, still dripping with the edges of sleep in every vowel he mutters. “How you feelin’ today?”

“Warm.” Jimin whispers dryly.

“Hmm… Reckon it’s still too hot for these extra blankets, but you insisted you needed ‘em. Summer ain’t over yet.” Jungkook adds as he chuckles in amusement, pressing slow, tender kisses to the omega’s feverish forehead.

“It was a lil chilly last night.” Jimin whines in defense of his actions.

“Is your tummy botherin’ you again or would you like to head outside with me for some tea?” Jungkook questions thoughtfully, brushing the wild strands of hair behind Jimin’s ears.

“I sure would like that a lot.”

Slow, relaxed, unbothered.

Their behavior harbors no tendency to hurry along in rushed actions to swiftly complete everything on their schedule, merely submitting themselves to the peace that hangs from the ceiling and drips on the floor. They embrace the sense of serenity that encompasses them while they dawdle around their quiet home without any urgency to separate, Jungkook carrying Jimin in his strong arms to place him on the porch in his newly acquired rocking chair. A gentle breeze flows through the air, heat already beams from the sky, and the sun drowns them in adoring light.

Moments of unfettered tranquility never last long enough for Jimin’s liking, but he appreciates the opportunities all the same, bursting with happiness for the rest of the day knowing that he lives such a fruitful life that provides him with an abundance of everything he desires and more.

“I’m heading out yonder to start working before the rain comes, but I’ll be back to check on you in a bit. Okay?” Jungkook states firmly, boring into Jimin’s eyes to ensure he grasps every word.

“I’ll be here.” Jimin nods in acknowledgement, gently moving back and forth in a way that soothes his soul.

With the windows pushed wide open to encourage fresh air flowing through the house, the sweet song of nature filtering into his ears as background noise, and his body agreeing with him to remain devoid of gripping nausea, Jimin flits about from room to room while he completes his reasonable list of chores for the day. Nothing overly strenuous or demanding, just simple tasks like sweeping, mopping, and dusting to upkeep maintenance in the areas they frequent most.

He pauses to rest on the couch while he finishes yet another quilt to hang on the rack by the door, selling surprisingly more than he expected when he first adopted the idea from Sunhee. A neat little pouch of money resides in the top drawer of his dresser, stowed away for safekeeping until he decides how to spend it.

When he isn’t cleaning in one form or another, he deals with the overflow of crops that require canning or rests his weary body while he soaks up the sunshine.

Most things in his daily routine remain the same as every other day from the beginning of their arrival on the property to present times, but the dutiful attention from his mate throughout the day shifts in a noticeable manner, stopping by every hour or so to shower him in care and affection following the news of his pregnancy, sickness, and unsettling interaction in town.

“Are you hiding from me, omega?” Jungkook asks with one eyebrow raised and his head hooked around the corner to gaze into one of the spare bedrooms on the upper level.

“Of course not.” Jimin declares confidently.

“Then why the hell are you all the way up here? I had half a mind that thought you packed up and ran away when I couldn’t find you anywhere downstairs. It seems like you’re just trying to give me a heart attack.” Jungkook grumbles in dissatisfaction, stepping into the doorway to gaze around the mostly empty space.

“I’m just reading, alpha.” Jimin says softly, heartbeat slow and steady as he curls up on the small bed and flips through his newest letter from his Ma and Pa.

“You needed to climb the stairs to do that?” Jungkook questions in his low, gruff voice, amber laced with addicting musk after an entire day in the glaring sun. “I’m not one to judge, but our bedroom would work just fine for reading.”

“I like it up here. It’s quiet and calm and empty. Kind of… Kind of peaceful, I suppose.” Jimin answers as he closes his eyes and leans into the hand brushing across his cheek.

“Come eat supper with me, sweetheart. Taehyung left for the evening and I’m hungry as can be. Let’s fill our bellies with some food.”

Jimin doesn’t know for certain whether his increasing need for closeness and intimacy derives as a result of his pregnancy, the continuously strengthening bond between them, or his own proclivity towards affection, but he does know that he holds no reservations about asserting his wishes to his mate to satisfy the longing inside of him. If he wants something, no matter how clingy or needy, his alpha always supplies it to him. Always.

“More bread.” Jimin requests, expectantly opening his mouth and awaiting the delivery from his alpha’s hands. “Please.”

“Mhm.” Jungkook hums lowly, his chest vibrating where it presses to Jimin’s back.

“I know we eat this almost every day of our lives, but it tastes even better today. Nothing else is even good anymore. All I want is bread.” Jimin supplies as he chews around a mouthful of his own homemade recipe.

“Only want to eat bread, want to share a seat at the table, want me to hand feed you every bite. I reckon you’ve been spoiled rotten and it’s all my fault. Next thing you know, I’ll be carrying you around on a chariot everywhere you go.” Jungkook grumbles playfully, shaking his head even as he brings another bite of food to the omega’s mouth.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with letting my alpha do everything for me when I’m carrying his pup in my belly.” Jimin declares proudly, mimicking the sentiment that Jungkook himself regularly expresses.

“Damn right.”

“Good, good. I’m happy that you agree, because it would be real sad otherwise.” Jimin turns to shoot him a twinkling smile, eyes dripping with mirth, overly pleased at their current predicament of his own making. “Especially since I want your knot as soon as we finish eating.”

“Fucking hell.” Jungkook says through a guttural growl, swiftly reaching forward to apprehend another piece of bread to hurriedly push it to Jimin’s plump lips. “You should’ve said that a lot sooner, omega.”

Sparks of heat ignite in Jimin’s gut before he even finishes his last bite of food, brewing with consuming desire for most of the day to the point that he struggles to contain it every time he laid eyes on his mate. With the remaining responsibilities of the busiest season of the year steadily winding down, he works hard to be good and allow Jungkook to complete everything necessary on the property without demanding too much for his own personal gain.

He pants and heaves with arousal by the time Jungkook gently drops him onto the bed, entirely too pleased to lie back and soak up the privilege of his alpha doing everything for him.

No need to move a single muscle with such strong, capable hands removing his clothes, touching him so deliciously, and bringing him delight in the best way.

Jungkook never fails to make his heart swell tenfold in his chest until it feels like it might puncture on the curves of his ribs, growing and growing in adoration with nowhere to go. He presses tender kisses to every inch of skin he can reach before Jimin grows too needy, traces his fingers around the most delicate parts of the omega’s body, and stares down at him with enough devotion that it steals the oxygen from his lungs. These days, Jimin finds himself wondering if his feelings towards his mate even deserve to be limited to such measly qualifiers as like, adore, care for.

“I know I say this so much that you must get tired of hearing it, but I always think that you can’t no prettier and then you prove me wrong every single time. You’re just… Fuck. So pretty that it hurts, more so every day.” Jungkook mindlessly rambles as he lies back against the comfort of the pillows along the headboard to watch as Jimin fucks himself on his massive cock, eyes devilishly dark and intense while his hands refuse to remain stationary on one singular spot.

“Y-You… You do say that every single time I take my clothes off, alpha.” Jimin states through a breathy whine, cheeks inflamed a fiery red. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

“It’s true, sweetheart. It’s so true. I’d never utter a word of a lie to you. You’re prettier and prettier every day, especially now that your belly grows enough that I can see how well you’re taking care of our pup. Don’t think there’s ever going to be a better sight than this.” Jungkook rasps gruffly, leaning forward to suck Jimin’s scent gland and mating bite into his hot, wet mouth.

“You really like it that much?” Jimin inquires bashfully, eyelashes fluttering and lips parting around heaving breaths, delight burning through his veins like wildfire as he demurely drags himself up and down his alpha’s throbbing cock.

“So, so, so damn much.” Jungkook grunts in his grumbly, deep voice, eyes marveling in wonder when he trails down to stare at the precious swell of Jimin’s lower belly. “Too much, maybe.”

“N-Never… Never too much.”

“Every part on you’s getting more beautiful, don’t know how I’m going to hold myself back from bending you over and fucking you every time I see you.” Jungkook declares with a dark glimmer in his eyes, scent thicker, richer, spicier. “I mean… Just fucking look at you, darlin’.”

“More.” Jimin whines in a high pitched tone, blindingly consuming pleasure burning through his body, dangerously close to tipping over the edge.

“Here? You want me to touch you here? Let you come before I even give you my knot?” Jungkook asks in amusement, something borderline mean about the way he teases the tip of his finger over Jimin’s dribbling, little cock.

“Yes, yes, please. Want it. Want to come, alpha. Need it so bad.” Jimin nods rapidly, huffing and puffing through his breathing while his hips and thighs ache from repeatedly bouncing himself up and down to drag the length of Jungkook’s cock against his walls.

“Whatever you want, baby.” Jungkook whispers sweetly, pulling him in for a searing kiss while he engulfs him in his squeezing hold. “Come for me.”

---

Surpassing the four month mark and barreling towards the halfway point in pregnancy, Jimin gains an abundance of knowledge regarding the process of growing a pup inside of him, various physical complications that arise as a result, and precisely how challenging some days can be. Possessing only surface level information about carrying a being in his belly leaves him with a multitude of lessons to learn throughout the journey.

Unfortunately, not all of them are positive.

Morning sickness continues to ravage his life with no rhyme or reason, attacking at the most random moments to leave him mostly bed ridden and useless for the day. The frequency tapers to only occur once or twice a week, but he dreads the upcoming hours when he awakens to a watery mouth and his stomach somersaulting inside of him.

His sick day routine remains the same as when the nausea first appeared into his life, mostly allowing his body to rest while accomplishing any minuscule tasks that he can.

Jungkook adapts his own schedule to account for these unfortunate days along the way to birthing their own child into the world, creating time for additional attention towards him in the early morning, breaks to check on him throughout the day, cooking quick meals to feed himself if needed, and generally allotting his surplus energy to caring for his mate. No complaints ever slip from his lips, only words of reassurance and kindness towards the unexpected blimp in the course of their lives. Jimin appreciates him so, so, so much.

“We can come back another time if you’re unwell. I promise it’s no big deal at all. Your place is along our trip to the square, so we don’t have to do this now.” Sunhee asserts worriedly, eyes dashing from the pained look on Jimin’s face to his tiny hands clutching his midsection.

“No, no, there’s no need for that.” Jimin waves his hand in dismissal, stepping back to grant her entrance into the home. “Come on in.”

“Are you okay?” Sunhee questions apprehensively, eyebrows furrowed when she stands in the entryway.

“Morning sickness.”

“Oh! You’re pregnant? I didn’t realize! Congratulations!” Sunhee replies with a slurry of emotions and reactions flitting across her face before she ultimately smiles.

“Thank you. I just passed the four month point if our calculations are correct, so this should be letting up sometime soon. Hopefully. I guess it’s not exactly the same for everyone.” Jimin answers in explanation, stepping the few steps away from the door to the rack of handmade items of his own creation.

“Gosh, now I feel bad for making you do all this work with the quilts and whatnot.” Sunhee groans, shaking her head.

“Don’t feel bad. It’s been real nice to have something to keep my hands busy and my mind free, so I appreciate the work. If anything, it gives me work to do when I can’t do much else. Thank you kindly.” Jimin replies with a shrug, lifting several of the quilts from the rack before Sunhee rushes over to grab them from him.

“These are going to be great now that it’s getting chillier in the evenings. One for me, one for my sister, and one for my neighbor. This is perfect.” Sunhee states happily, eyes bright and warm, reaching into her pocket for the money to purchase them. “You’re the best!”

“Ahh, it’s no trouble at all. I’m glad to do it. Anything you need, just let me know and I’ll try to make something for ya.”

“I hope you get to feeling better soon! Take care, Jimin!” Sunhee exclaims before she pads out the door to the carriage waiting for her, her mate offering a wave when she climbs out to grab the quilts and load them into the back.

Taking it easy requires a surprising amount of mental fortitude for Jimin, especially because of the limitations it places on his physical form. Without the ability to bounce from one room to another while cleaning to his heart’s content or the strength to hand wash all of their linens, he forces himself to only complete the small number of tasks that allow him to rest and work simultaneously.

Sewing, canning, and organizing steal much less of his power, so at least he gets something done.

The morning hours pass by in a swift blur when he mainly lounges around in bed napping or on the couch while he sips at his ginger tea, another half an hour gone each time he blinks his eyes. He refrains from grumbling about it like he deeply wants because he understands how privileged he is to experience this at all, more than grateful for the tiny pup that relies on him to keep it safe until it finally graces the earth with its presence. For their precious little one, he doesn’t mind suffering through this temporary struggle.

“I brought you a gift, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps so lowly that it reaches into Jimin’s soul to captivate him wholly, hot breaths tickling the shell of his ear as he slowly rouses from his slumber. “Maybe it’ll help you feel better.”

“Mmm, what’sit?” Jimin mumbles through sticky, tacky lips.

“Look and see.”

“Blueberries.” Jimin states with a sweet, beaming smile, reaching out to pinch one of the little pieces between his fingers.

“Are you still craving ‘em like crazy?” Jungkook asks, bursting with pride when he receives a teeny nod from his omega. “This is all we got since they’re not growing as much anymore, but hopefully you can still do something with ‘em.”

“Thank you, alpha. I’ve been wanting some fresh ones so bad. You’re too good to me.” Jimin utters in pure delight, heart drowning in warmth.

“Eat them all as soon as your stomach stops bothering you, okay?” Jungkook requests so sweetly that it makes Jimin’s teeth ache, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his sleep swollen lips.

“Okay.”

An irresistible pull to the glorious blue orbs leaves Jimin helpless to his own cravings, unable to the ignore the rumbling beast of hunger contained inside of his belly when he grabs a handful of the sweet fruits and shoves them unceremoniously into his waiting mouth. He certainly should wait a couple of hours longer until his morning sickness completely fades to nothingness, yet he refuses to cease his actions until both his fingertips and his mouth drench with sticky, syrupy remnants of the berries.

Once his rampage finally finishes, the majority of the blueberries disappearing into his body due to how little Jungkook was able to pick for him, the omega’s mind flitters with the amazing idea of making a blueberry muffin for himself.

He drags himself to his feet, hurries into the kitchen, and grabs everything he needs to bake the delicious goodie.

It fills him with incomparable excitement to imagine the sensation of sinking his teeth into the food he craves most, mouth watering with something other than nausea for once. He smiles brightly the entire time he floats around the kitchen, heart beating delightfully quick, hands itching to move into action, feet bouncing from one spot to another, and his nose not recoiling in distaste as he breathes in the smell of the fresh ingredients in his mixing bowl.

Since the last tendrils of sickness still tug at his insides, he chooses not to eat any lunch when Taehyung and Jungkook head inside, instead patiently waiting until he feels completely better so he can fully enjoy his muffin.

“Can you see your bump when you look in the mirror or is it still too early for you to be showing?” Taehyung inquires across the table, opening his mouth for a huge bite of rice before gazing at Jimin expectantly. “You’re always wearing loose, baggy clothing, so I can’t tell.”

“Yeah, I can see it now.” Jimin answers with a pleased smile, instinctively sliding his hand to his lower belly to feel his pup beneath his fingers.

“That’s exciting! I bet you’re real thrilled about that, right? It feels so much more legitimate once you can see and feel the pup, watching it grow and all that. That’s like the best part about being pregnant.” Taehyung states as he flashes Jimin a kind smile in return.

“Definitely! We’re getting close to the halfway point and
I still felt like it wasn’t even noticeable, but my bump is getting bigger and bigger everyday.” Jimin nods in agreement, in disbelief that he adores something so much and he hasn’t even met the pup yet. “Seems like everything is changing along with my belly.”

“That’s about how it goes, I reckon. Got to get a whole body renovation before it comes. I remember those days very well.” Taehyung replies in a quieter tone, the light not quite present in his eyes.

“It’s all worth it in the end, yeah? When you get to hold your pup in your arms? Is all the trouble and sickness and pain worth it?”

“Absolutely.” Taehyung nods swiftly.

Jungkook sweeps Jimin off his feet to carry him into the bedroom for a brief scenting encounter—nuzzling against his scent gland to douse it in his own amber, peppering soft kisses to his heated cheeks, and leaving his head spinning with the strength of his affection—unrelenting in his efforts to convey precisely how deeply he cares for his mate, effectively soothing the final pangs of nausea that linger in his belly for the day.

After only consuming a bowl of blueberries and sipping some ginger tea throughout the morning, Jimin craves nothing more than the delicious muffin he baked for himself to enjoy.

He smiles so brightly that his face splits at his cheeks, lying in bed for several minutes dreaming about the taste of sweetness on his tongue while he waits for the daze swirling over his head to settle. Every fantasy in his mind only makes him want the muffin more, mouth watering, stomach rumbling, and his hands itching to bring the pastry to his lips. The laziness drenching his bones only serves to prolong his journey to the kitchen, several minutes passing with his eyes closed while he thinks of how wonderful the food will taste when he finally gets to eat it.

Jimin tosses the blankets off of his legs to free his body from the unadulterated warmth encompassing him, bopping around with elation in his veins and utter happiness dripping from his pores. He truly can’t wait to enjoy his first meal of the day.

“Huh?” Jimin breathes out in a choking gasp.

Any semblance of a smile swiftly rushes from his face, replaced with a furrowed brow and a horrified scowl turning his lips downward.

The omega’s feet halt dead in his tracks when he finds the glass display case empty of every last crumb of the muffin he made specifically for himself, heart pounding through his chest and his stomach dropping out of his ass in disappointment.

Sheer anger consumes him when he turns to the peer into the dining room and finds the sticky-handed bandit who snatched up his singular source of delight.

“Taehyung!” Jimin screeches like a wild banshee, feet loudly stomping across the hardwood as he hurries into the dining room, mouth dropped open in a look of shock and rage simultaneously. “That was my muffin! Mine! Only mine! That was for me! You ate my muffin!”

“What? Wait, y-yours? You were saving the last one?” Taehyung questions quietly, equally as shocked by the confrontation.

“There is no last one! That’s the only one! You ate my muffin! There was only one and you snatched it up before I could even have it!” Jimin screams in response, chest heaving and face red as a beet while he glares at the beta with a murderous glint in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Jimin. I didn’t know. I just… I just saw it and thought it looked good. Usually anything on the counter is free to eat. Here, have the rest of it. I sincerely apologize for—“

“How could you do this to me?” Jimin asks in pure agony, huffing and puffing through stuttering breaths while tears well up in his eyes. “One thing! I just wanted this one thing and you ate it. I haven’t even been able to eat all day, there are no more blueberries, and now I’m just going to starve! You’re the worst!”

“Wait! Please! I didn’t know—“

“Just forget it!” Jimin replies through his wracking sobs, storming off to the bedroom and slamming the door shut in his frenzy.

The omega flies onto the bed to burrow himself beneath the protection of their covers, cries until he struggles to breathe through his pitiful hiccuping, and wallows in his misery for as long as he needs, uncaring of the childish nature of such an explosive reaction. He only wails harder when he thinks back to how excited he was to enjoy his only muffin, stomach aching with hunger and his heart shattered into a thousand pieces that he finds no desire to piece back together.

Foregoing all of his self-assigned duties for the day, he instead remains curled in bed while he breathes in deep lungfuls of amber to soothe his tumultuous soul, no motivation to move a single muscle now that his entire reason for existing has been stripped away.

Jimin stays stationary for so long that he eventually drifts off to slumber with tears dried on his cheeks, a dry mouth from all of his blubbering, and unimaginable despair gripping him by the chest. No matter how dramatic it seems to admit, he well and truly feels as if the world might end because Taehyung ate the muffin he baked for himself. Sleeping away his woes sound like a better idea than suffering through hunger pangs since nothing else in the house will satisfy his craving.

Luckily for him, his mate possesses other plans that ring apparent when he tiptoes into the bedroom to nudge him awake a couple of hours later.

“Hi.” Jungkook mutters with the softness of a rose petal, peering down at the omega through the small opening he created in the thick collection of blankets. “How are you feeling, darlin’?”

“Horrible.” Jimin answers, pitiful and sad, lips pulled into a pout for emphasis.

“Is your stomach still bothering you? Are you feeling sick?” Jungkook inquires gently, carding his fingers through the messy tuft of hair sticking up on Jimin’s hair.

“Hmm… No, not really.”

“That’s good. At least you’ve got that going for you, I suppose.” Jungkook rasps in that grumbly voice that sends sparks of warmth through Jimin’s belly.

“No.” Jimin readily disagrees, petulantly shaking his head.

“Come out of this cocoon and let me see you. It’s way too hot for this. You’re probably giving yourself a heat stroke.” Jungkook requests in a way that leaves little room for argument, not waiting for a response before he completely pulls back the covers to expose Jimin’s clammy body to the open air. “After working my ass off all day, I reckon I deserve to look at my pretty omega all I want.”

Okay.” Jimin says breathily, nodding.

“You know… Taehyung told me what happened earlier.” Jungkook states cautiously, hands rough and calloused as they caress up and down the omega’s supple flesh.

“Hmph.” Jimin huffs, turning his head to look off at their wall to avoid his mate’s glaring eyes. “I’m sure he did.”

“It was an accident, sweetheart. He didn’t mean to eat the food you made for yourself. No one in their right mind would steal food from a pregnant person. Damn near worked himself to tears with how guilty he felt about the whole thing.” Jungkook explains through his gentle words and careful disposition.

“Good.” Jimin proclaims without hesitation, something dreadful latching onto his heart regardless of his insistent demeanor.

“Is that it? You’re that mad at him? What punishment do you think is fitting for his crimes? Should I take him out back and stone him to death?” Jungkook replies teasingly, amusement heavy in his voice that rumbles in Jimin’s ear.

“Yes.” Jimin answers succinctly, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s wronged me so badly that I can never look at his face again. You’ll have to get rid of him for good. No more mentioning him for the rest of our days.”

“The pup’s really making you feisty these days, huh?”

“It’s perfectly fair for me to be mad at him over this. Don’t you agree? What he did was downright evil.” Jimin asserts firmly, turning to peek at the blank expression on his alpha’s face.

“Of course, you’re right.” Jungkook nods in agreement, something mischievous flashing in his dark eyes. “Such a shame, though. I guess I’ll have to get rid of all the blueberries he got for you and throw out the—“

“What? What was that? What did you say?” Jimin asks with wide eyes, shuttling into a sitting position so quickly that his head spins.

“No, no, nothing. I won’t mention him ever again, just like you said. My lips are sealed.” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Tell me! Repeat that! Something about blueberries?”

“Ah, that? Well… I was just saying that he got all sorts of blueberries for you because he felt so bad, went to both Namjoon and Yoongi’s farms to fill up a full bucket. Even went through the trouble of baking you a dozen muffins to replace the one he ate. But that’s fine, I’ll toss them out so you don’t have to be reminded of him anymore.” Jungkook waves his hand nonchalantly, shrugging when he pulls back with a proud look on his face.

The following day, after stuffing his face with so many blueberries and muffins that he swears his skin tinges a slight blue when standing in the sunlight, Jimin forgets all about Taehyung’s transgressions against him.

Dust in the wind.

Belatedly he realizes that he experienced his first noticeable bout of pregnancy hormones, abundantly grateful for the patience the people in his life offer him even when he acts utterly ridiculous. Hopefully these sorts of situations happen sparsely so he won’t have to manage his outburst of emotions again.

The joys of carrying a precious, little pup.

Notes:

literally the sweetest!! to die for! absolutely the most precious anyone has ever been or will be in the history of the universe!

the muffin :( rip! poor taehyung, though hehe

anyway, i hope you’re enjoying the ride! we’re over halfway through!! thank you so much for reading and commenting and all that wonderful stuff!

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Chapter 9: Appreciated

Notes:

Swiftly entering into eight entire months together—initially meeting through precarious circumstances, traversing across the country to their new property, settling in while they revamp the whole premises, steadily diving into the wealth of each other’s vast knowledge, personality, and skills, and now preparing for their pup who resides in the depths of Jimin’s belly—the decision to present Jungkook with a special gift for no reason other than immense appreciation and affection comes easy to the omega, hardly requiring any time at all to reach his consensus regarding the issue.

Every single penny that he earns from selling his homemade linens gathers in his drawer until he reaches enough to afford precisely what he wishes to purchase for his mate.

In a way, Jungkook knows.

He realizes that Jimin spends additional time sewing things like quilts because the various townsfolk want to buy them, he understands that the omega stops in the square to acquire more fabrics and supplies for making things, and he notices when people stop by to grab another quilt or curtains or aprons, but what he doesn’t know is what happens to the money afterwards.

Perhaps they should sit at the dining table for a serious discussion involving their finances in order to ensure all their crucial needs receive attending to before they spend it so frivolously.

Jimin, of course, doesn’t want to do that right now.

Rather than maintaining a serious conversation about exactly how much money they earn from every avenue of their lives and consider how each dollar should be allocated, he yearns to use his portion of their earnings to surprise his alpha with a much earned gift and shower him in devotion before every drop of their attention shifts onto their gradually approaching pup’s arrival.

If anyone in the world deserves happiness in the form of material possessions, it’s Jungkook who spends every ounce of his energy caring for the crops, the animals, the flow of their existence, and the pregnant mate by his side.

He deserves to receive an abundance of appreciation for all that he does for them.

Preceding his visit to town with Taehyung and discovering the shop that sells a plethora of gorgeous watches, Jimin knows precisely what he wants to buy for the alpha, sneaking off to town with Hoseok and Yoongi to place his order for the watch that captivates his attention the most.

All of his hand-earned money leaves his pocket to fill the till at the shop, drained away in the blink of an eye. While spending his every cent on his mate brings him no hesitation, Jimin only hopes that Jungkook favors the particular watch as much as he does. It glimmers a glorious golden sheen in the sunlight, smoothly ticks from one number to another, and contains a beautiful backdrop to highlight the luxury of the item whenever it catches anyone’s eye. A watch unlike any other and hopefully one that meets Jungkook’s long held dreams.

Once a couple of weeks pass and he provides the shop owner with ample time to prepare his purchase, Jimin heads into town on a mission to retrieve his gift.

His stomach flutters with nervous excitement, he finds it hard to sit still in the carriage beside Taehyung, and every cell in his body bursts with delight as he imagines being able to offer his amazing alpha such a thoughtful, expensive gift that he always desired.

The two of them traipse about the square with a regular set of tasks on their agenda and complete everything necessary without ever separating for a second to avoid any unfortunate mishaps this time around.

Jimin kindly requests to visit the watch store once they complete all of the crucial shopping for the farm.

“Wait a darn moment!” Taehyung exclaims with far too much excitement in his voice, the sound of his gasp echoing off the walls of the small shop while they stand in utter silence with no one else except the owner in the entire room. “You really bought it? The one you were looking at last time and saying that you liked? You bought that watch? Land’s sakes alive!”

“Well… I… It’s for… Yes.” Jimin declares proudly, smiling with all his teeth when he nervously peers up at Taehyung.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not in the position to judge your purchase or anything, but since when are you a watch connoisseur? I didn’t even know you actually cared about them like that, especially ones as expensive as that.” Taehyung inquires through furrowed brows and a cocked head.

“I’m not.” Jimin states plainly, bouncing from one foot to the other, hands reflexively cradling his growing bump. “It’s for Jungkook.”

“Oh, that makes so much more sense!”

“I don’t really know what kind of watches he prefers, so I just did my best to pick one that I thought he would like. He ain’t got no idea that I’m even doing this! You best keep your mouth sealed!” Jimin replies with a stern demeanor, serious as a heart attack.

“I won’t say a word, I promise!” Taehyung assures him as he inches closer to the display case to gaze at the various watches for sale.

“I can’t wait to give it to him! I hope he likes it!” Jimin proclaims, thrill rushing through his veins.

“If it’s coming from you, I reckon he don’t stand a chance. He’d love it even if it was the ugliest watch on earth. Don’t even worry.” Taehyung says with absolute confidence dripping from his every word.

“I sure hope so.”

In order to conceal his secret purchase away from the oblivious eyes of his dear mate, Jimin stows it deep in the back of his undergarment drawer where Jungkook never ventures, hiding it away like a treasure for a few days until he concocts the perfect plan that will allow him to present the gift in an appropriate manner. He spends an obscene amount of time conjuring up an elaborate schedule for the ideal day for them to spend together, planning to offer up the watch at the end after they thoroughly enjoy themselves.

Early fall approaches with no consideration for the inhabitants of the earth who wish to remain drenched in constant sunlight and warm temperatures, the crops steadily producing their final harvests and the bulk of the labor simmering down until the workload becomes less of a burden.

Though Jimin would love to present Jungkook with an extravagant meal consisting of expensive cuts of meat and an abundance of fresh produce, he settles for a more ordinary supper that contains the ample ingredients available in their pantry, searing up a delicious cut of beef, several roasted vegetables, and a hearty slice of apple pie before he deems it satisfactory and fills their plates to the maximum.

Plus, the alpha might find it suspicious if he goes overboard and Jimin wants it to be a total surprise that he never sees coming.

“Evenin’, sweetheart.” Jungkook exclaims richly when he steps through the front door and slips his hat off, immediately met with the smiling face of the omega waiting for him in the entryway.

“Good evening, alpha. Are you ready to eat? I prepared a nice meal that I think you’ll like.” Jimin replies sweetly, batting his lashes and elongating his neck.

“I’m always ready to eat, ‘specially when you’re cooking.”

“Here, let me help you.” Jimin interjects when Jungkook moves to slip off his shoes and make himself comfortable now that he finished working, jumping at the opportunity to assist in helping him relax. “You don’t need to lift a finger tonight. I’ll do anything you need and more, so just take it easy from now on.”

“What’s the special occasion, darlin’?” Jungkook wonders with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips.

“There ain’t one. I just think you work real hard and do so much for us, it’ll be nice if I can take care of you every once in a while. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the evening.” Jimin answers succinctly, the swell of his belly pressing against Jungkook’s toned stomach when he leans in to offer him a little peck.

“I sure am one lucky alpha.” Jungkook comments through a pleased smile, eyes gleaming beautifully when he meets Jimin’s gaze.

Besides scooting their chairs together so closely that their arms and shoulders brush when they move a single inch, sitting on the same side of the table regardless of the ample space around them, the supper itself conducts like any other day of the week. Nothing particularly interesting or exciting to note, merely the two of them conversing about mundane topics while they stuff their mouths with delicious foods. A wonderful time to spend alongside one another without any pressure, looming responsibilities, or stresses to ruminate.

Jimin refuses to glance away from his mate’s handsome face for longer than a few seconds, perpetually captivated by the strong curve of his jaw and the dark glint in his eyes. He struggles to focus on feeding himself when he remains so wholly engulfed in the adoration he harbors in the depths of his chest. It seems as if Jungkook reflects the sentiment.

“Don’t you reckon this is a little much?” Jungkook questions sheepishly, hesitant as Jimin brings a spoonful of apple pie to his lips.

“What? You don’t like it?” Jimin retorts with a pout, hand hovering in front of his alpha’s face.

“I only think that I have two perfectly working hands, so it’s a little unnecessary for you to feed me my dessert. That’s all. It’s not that I don’t like it, exactly.” Jungkook answers quietly, reaching up to affectionately caress Jimin’s cheek with his knuckles.

“Oh.” Jimin breathes out, sagging in his seat before he lowers his hand to the table, slightly dejected by the refusal. “That’s okay. If you don’t like it, I don’t have to feed you. It’s silly anyway. You’re right.”

“No, no. Don’t say that, omega. It’s not silly.” Jungkook swiftly refutes the notion.

“It’s quite alright. I’ll let you feed yourself. I’m sorry.” Jimin whispers gently, turning to face the table once again while he peers down at his plate.

“Feed me, please.” Jungkook requests in such a deep, insistent voice that it crawls into the plunges of Jimin’s chest to grip him in a tight hold. Amber spikes with richness and spice in the air, utterly entrenching as it swirls around the omega’s head to tug him under. “If it makes you happy, you can do anything you want. Go ahead and feed me, sweetheart.”

Jimin, hesitating for only a second, feeds Jungkook a warm slice of apple pie with his own spoon, sparks of heat flickering to life in his gut while he tends to his mate so intimately and carefully.

“Is it good?” Jimin inquires through stunted breaths and watchful eyes that shimmer with interest.

“Of course. Anything you make is good. It’s perfect.” Jungkook replies, tilting his head to kiss the inside of Jimin’s wrist before he feeds him another bite.

“I’m glad you think so.”

They relocate to the couch once they finish their meal, wash the dishes, and close the kitchen for the night, plopping down obnoxiously near to each other before grabbing a throw blanket to sling over their legs for added warmth. Neither of them hold any interest in separating for any length of time, cuddling up close with their bodies touching in every way possible. Jimin bursts with delight from the sheer amount of tenderness and affection pouring from them in droves.

He deliberately shuts his brain off and allows himself to indulge in whatever forms of care his heart desires, happy to shower Jungkook in devotion on this ordinary day that he chooses to make special.

His fingers trail up and down the expanse of the alpha’s chest, he harshly massages at the knots in his shoulders, Jimin climbs up on his knees to pepper his face in kisses, sweet words slip from his lips in abundance, every touch of his hands contains excessive amounts of adoration to pour into Jungkook’s pliant body.

Oh, how he marvels at the wonder of his amazing mate.

Rarely do they ever indulge in the simple whims of their pleading hearts to engage in little things like kissing passionately until they lose their ability to breathe, lips locked and mouths dancing together in a desire fueled need to share everything they contain inside of them. Curled up on the couch, fronts pressed close, the bump of their pup nestled between them, blush inducing smacking sounds echoing in the air, and their scents spiking obnoxiously thick around them, everything about the tender moment makes Jimin want to explode with emotion.

“W-What if we have visitors soon? Are you… Are you not scandalized? Everyone will see.” Jimin questions through breathy gasps, stomach rushing with molten lava as he allows Jungkook to suck hot marks into the column of his neck.

“Let them see.” Jungkook grumbles possessively, eyes blown wide and dilated when he pulls back. “Everyone should know that you’re mine and mine alone, omega.”

“I have something for you.” Jimin comments nervously, chewing on his swollen bottom lip when he distances himself from his alpha who clearly despises letting him slip away now that he holds him in his tight grasp. “Wait here while I fetch it. And… And close your eyes! You’re not allowed to look until I tell you. Okay?”

“Okay.” Jungkook nods.

Jimin climbs to his feet, legs shaky with the force of the thrill coursing through his veins, practically worked up into a frenzy as he pads across their home to the master bedroom in order to retrieve the gift neatly tucked away in his drawer. It only requires a minute or so before he returns, body tingling with excitement, heart pounding in his chest, and every cell inside of him waiting in anticipation for the alpha’s reaction. He hopes with all of his being that Jungkook likes it.

“Can I open them now?” Jungkook inquires, not at all apprehensive about the way Jimin opens his hands to place the velvet box in his palm.

“Yes.”

“Hmm… A box? What exactly is this? I thought you said there was no special occasion today? Why have you bought me a gift, baby?” Jungkook rushes out in confusion, eyes flitting from the dark blue box to the omega beside him.

“Open it and see.” Jimin replies vaguely, simmering with too many nerves to properly address all of his questions.

“Alright.” Jungkook nods obediently, pushing his thoughts to the wayside for now.

The world turns in slow motion while Jimin diligently watches Jungkook open the box in his hands to reveal the watch he carefully chose for him, ready to tear through his skin and burst into flames while he waits for any sort of reaction towards the gift. His heart rings in his ears, flabbergasted by the blank expression painting his mate’s stoic face. Not a single sound pulls from his lips for an excruciatingly long time.

“I love you.” Jungkook declares through a deep, watery voice, dark eyes glaring directly at Jimin with startling intensity.

“What?” Jimin chokes out, captivated by shock, lungs devoid of oxygen when he attempts to process the sudden confession. “Because I bought you a watch?”

“No.” Jungkook swiftly shakes his head.

“You don’t have to say that because I bought you a gift, I know that your family is far less affectionate and open with their emotions, so it’s okay if you don’t—“ Jimin attempts to assuage the situation, unsure if he somehow caused confusion or something.

“I love you, Jimin. Truly. I love you with all of my heart.” Jungkook repeats for a second time, all but knocking Jimin upside the head with the weight of his words. He reaches forward to grasp the omega’s tiny hands in his to convey precisely every sentiment he speaks in earnest. “You make my life worth living in a way I never imagined possible. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. Beautiful, kind, welcoming, considerate, funny, everything and more. I love you because of how your soul shines upon my life like my own personal sun.”

“I… I’m so… I’m not sure what to say.” Jimin admits as fat tears slip down his cheeks, sniffling while he ponders the sweet admission pouring from his alpha’s lips. “Thank you. I love you too. I wasn’t e-expecting to ever hear you say that, so I kept it to myself. I just… Wow.”

After a few more minutes of pouring their hearts out to one another and divulging the depths of their feelings that they seldom express so openly, sharing an obscene amount of passionate kisses to match their physical affection with their words, they finally pause to return to the watch in Jungkook’s hands that caused this whole debacle in the first place.

“It’s perfect.” Jungkook asserts with unbridled confidence, stars in his eyes as he holds up the watch to inspect it.

“Are you sure? There are so many styles and varieties. I had no idea what you would like, so I just picked what caught my eye. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t like it, or maybe we can return it for—“

“It’s everything I ever wanted when I pictured buying myself a watch for all these years. The fact that you listened to me and cared about my silly dreams makes it that much better. Thank you, sweetheart. I love you more than anything or anyone in the world.” Jungkook states sincerely, amber drowning their home with how it pores from him in waves, his hands flying to Jimin’s body to pull him closer.

“You’re so welcome.” Jimin replies in a breathy whimper, finding it hard to focus on the conversation at hand with his alpha’s fingers burning their loving touch into his skin. “I love you more.”

“Never in a million fucking years.” Jungkook growls, swooping him up to carry him off to the bedroom to prove precisely how much he loves him.

---

Homesickness ebbs and flows without any rhyme or reason.

With a constant onslaught of activities to engage in, friends to socialize with, tasks to complete around the house, and general life experiences to handle, this busy period in Jimin’s life often chases away any of the heavier emotions that attempt to linger in his spirit. He focuses on his own well-being enough that his mind hardly possesses time to wander to faraway places like his precious home across the country.

Occasionally, the grief of living so distant from his family with only monthly letters to serve as their communication takes its toll on his soul.

“I miss my Ma and Pa.” Jimin says quietly, wrapped in a fur to protect him from the nippy morning air, curled up in his rocking chair on the porch with Jungkook silently sitting beside him.

“Yeah?” Jungkook replies in his gruff, scratchy morning voice.

“Yeah.”

“Been a while since you last saw ‘em, hmm?” Jungkook comments gently, slowly turning his head to gaze at the side of Jimin’s face. “How many months now?”

“Almost eight, I suppose.” Jimin answers as he thoughtfully recounts the passage of time in his head.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. It must be real hard doing all this on your own without them there to help you whenever you need it. Surely it ain’t the same with just me here to keep you company.” Jungkook states before he takes a sip of his steaming mug of coffee.

“I love being here with you, I swear it.” Jimin adds in preparation of the rest of his thoughts, staring off into the distance while the sun rises. “I just feel an emptiness when I think about them, what they might be doing, their health as they get older. I miss them an awful lot. Plain and simple.”

“Not to mention you’ll be having your first pup soon enough.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Jimin groans, shoulders sagging with sadness every time he imagines raising his pup without them around.

“How do they feel about traveling?” Jungkook asks a couple of minutes later.

“Um… I don’t know. I reckon they don’t leap for joy at the idea of being stuck in a carriage forever, but they do it when absolutely necessary.” Jimin answers decisively.

“Well… There’s lots to deal with around here even in the off season. I’ll still have to start preparing for the next growing season and caring for the animals and what not. I don’t envision us being able to visit them, especially not with you being so pregnant. Maybe they can come stay with us in the spring once the pup is here.” Jungkook suggests nonchalantly, like he isn’t sending Jimin’s heart into a racing fit at the mere idea.

“Truly? You think we could do that? That would be amazing! I want that more than anything in the world!” Jimin exclaims with wide eyes that threaten to pop out of their sockets at his sheer excitement.

“I figured you might say that.” Jungkook chuckles fondly, leaning over to place a soft kiss to the omega’s cheek. “Mention it in your next letter and see if they’d be interested as well. We got plenty of room. They can stay as long as they’d like.”

“Oh, you’re just the best alpha! I love you so much! Thank you!” Jimin gushes with an embarrassing amount of fervor, nearly worked to tears as emotions grip his chest.

“I love you too, sweetheart. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.” Jungkook replies with a handsome smile that drops when he looks away. “I still haven’t even written to my parents, so I reckon I should at least send them a letter soon.”

As the halfway mark of his pregnancy passes and his instincts become ever more aware of the urgency surrounding the quickness with which the pup will make its arrival, Jimin shifts his daily schedule to allot more time to spend preparing for the precious little one he already cares for more than anything in the world. He carves out sections of his day to complete any tasks he can think of that will be necessary for the new addition to their family, mainly focusing on the simple things that he can tackle without stressing himself.

His current favorite activity to enjoy is knitting and sewing clothing for the life growing inside of him, spending an hour or two out of his day to sit around while he creates the pup’s future wardrobe with his own two hands.

Jimin lets his creativity run rampant, concocting vivid images in his mind of what their pup might look like, using his imagination to conjure designs that satisfy the insistence rumbling to life inside of him. He yearns to make everything from undergarments to trousers to fancy outfits, bursting with a plethora of ideas that he steadily crafts as the days tick onwards. For now, he chooses to start simple with things that can be worn during daily life and at home since the tiny thing will mostly reside there at the beginning of its life.

Above all else, he burns with the need to ensure everything exists in perfect condition for his pup.

The days typically occur without any surprises or shocks, much to his and Jungkook’s delight. No disasters or catastrophes unfolding, nothing pressing to worry over. Everything flows together in a natural manner that soothes their calm hearts.

Sometimes their neighbors will stop by bearing gifts or to socialize. Occasionally the pair will pay the others a visit to allow their friendships to flourish. Taehyung works on the property basically every day of the week, becoming closer and closer to everyone with his continued presence. Those wishing to purchase the remaining crops and goods slowly dwindle with the fall inching forward.

Life feels just as sweet and wonderful as Jimin always hoped it would.

“Are you tryin’ to hide from me, omega?” Jungkook growls with enough richness to send a wave of delight through Jimin’s body, scraping along the surface of the earth as he crooks his head around the corner to peer into the kitchen, obsidian eyes dripping a flood of intense arousal. “I can smell it, you know. Clear as the daylight outside that window. Hardly managed to eat a bite of lunch knowing you’re gushing out slick at the dining table.”

“M’not hiding.” Jimin asserts weakly, not even convincing himself as he clenches his leaking hole when another wave pours out of him.

“Come here, then.”

“Nuh-uh.” Jimin shakes his head in refusal, not budging a single inch regardless of how badly he wants to.

“Why the hell not?” Jungkook grumbles in annoyance.

“Y-You’re busy. Got things to do. Need to work and take care of the farm. I… I can’t keep you in here for selfish reasons.” Jimin states with every bit of resolve inside of him, trembling with need that threatens to devour him.

“Ain’t nothin’ selfish about it, darlin’.” Jungkook croons, pupils growing larger with every passing second, the flare of his nostrils clearly displaying his shameless enjoyment of the sickeningly sweet brown sugar blooming in the air. “Besides, you’re the most important thing of all. Takin’ care of you is my first priority, so let me do my job.”

“But… But…” Jimin stammers, battling his own desires because of the thicket of embarrassment consuming him whole.

Lately, he wants his alpha every hour of every day without fail. His need ravages him from inside out, leaves him struggling to focus, and grips his body until he can no longer ignore it. Not knowing why he deeply craves Jungkook’s intimate presence every second of his life cause him to feel reluctant to embrace it so easily, unsure if feeding the beast will only make it worse as the days continue moving forward.

“Omega.” Jungkook growls insistently, amber scent so heavy in the air that Jimin tastes it on his tongue.

“I-If… If you really want—“

The words hardly tumble from Jimin’s tongue before he finds himself enraptured by the astonishingly strong arms of his mate’s grasp, narrowly avoiding knocking his back into the shelves of the pantry when Jungkook pounces on him, no time to process anything as he stands helpless to the urgency flourishing between them.

In an impeccably executed maneuver to flip him around to face into the small cutout that contains the majority of their shelf stable foods and spices, Jimin falls breathless at the swiftness with which everything occurs both inside and outside of his body.

A half-mewl, half-gasp rips from his throat when he feels Jungkook’s strong hands sliding up his housecoat.

“Here?” Jimin chokes out through a shocked shriek, the fire coursing through his belly burning his gut to ash with how intensely it roars with unfettered desire. “You… You want to… H-Here?”

“I don’t see no reason not to.” Jungkook replies in his husky tone, hands purposeful and decisive when he spreads the omega’s legs wider.

“It’s so exposed! We’re basically right out in the open! Even if someone just walked by the window, they could see everything!” Jimin exclaims in utter disbelief, unable to deny how the thrill inside of him only surmounts as he feels rough fingers spreading his cheeks before brushing against his dribbling hole.

“It’s our own damn house.” Jungkook growls with such power exuding from his voice that Jimin instinctively wishes to submit to his words. “Can I not enjoy a nice snack in my own kitchen?”

“Y-You just ate!” Jimin cries out, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers grip the shelves, all focus exiting his mind in a flurry when his alpha dips past the clenching ring of muscle now exposed to the open air.

“And I’m already hungry for more, omega.” Jungkook says darkly before diving in like a man starved.

Obscene.

No other way around it.

Deeply satisfied moans ring in the confines of their kitchen as Jungkook licks at Jimin’s sugary sweet hole like his life depends on it, scent so thick with spice and arousal that it makes the omega’s eyes burn.

He nips and sucks and prods at the intimate part of his mate’s body that sits on display for him and him alone, seemingly uncaring of the depravity unfolding in such a sacred place while the possibility of discovery lurks around every corner considering Taehyung could walk inside at any moment. Well and truly devouring Jimin exists as some sort of mission he seeks to accomplish, mind set on receiving his fill of Jimin’s slick to quench his eternal thirst.

As if the situation itself isn’t humiliating in its own right, Jimin’s cock twitches and spurts out ropes of cum in a record amount of time, pushed over the edge while he pictures how their actions might look to an outsider if they stumbled upon them like this.

Not enough shame, though. Never enough.

“Perhaps this wasn’t our smartest idea.” Jimin whispers hoarsely, throat torn to tatters after filling the house with the sounds of his endless ecstasy for what felt like hours. He clenches, whimpers at the fullness of the knot stretching him open until he might tear in two, and savors the delight still lingering in his veins. “You’re lucky I mopped a couple of hours ago.”

“I can think of a lot worse places to rest my bare ass, so I’m not complaining.” Jungkook rasps lowly, hands hot on Jimin’s hips beneath the rucked up fabric of his clothing.

“It’s not quite as comfortable as our bed.” Jimin remarks in a moment of clarity, knees digging into the hard ground as he sits on top of his alpha.

“I suppose you’re right.” Jungkook nods in agreement, tilting his head up off of the ground to kiss Jimin like he means it. “Next time we’ll have to move ourselves to somewhere a little more suitable for your condition.”

“If I keep feeling like this, we’ll have a heck of a lot more chances to test the rest of the house out. We’re going to get real familiar with this place.” Jimin states through an amused giggle, too far gone to feel any embarrassment at the honesty in his declaration.

“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart.” Jungkook replies with a smirk, kissing him once more.

“Me too.”

---

A wonderful aspect of living within reasonable traveling distance of fellow young folks whose interests and stages of life align with his own is that Jimin frequently finds himself experiencing the simple joys of friendship even when remaining in the comfort of his own home, hardly ever surprised when he hears a knock on the front door or the thud of hooves against the dirt just outside the front door.

He absolutely adores the ease in which he can interact with those he considers his closest friends, no expectations or worries about upholding pretenses when he socializes with the lovely people who happen to live around him.

Some days—like today—he stumbles into his living room to discover Seokjin and Miyoung trekking onto the porch with bright smiles on their faces.

“Howdy, neighbor!” Seokjin greets brightly when Jimin pushes open the door, bouncing his youngest pup on his hip while he sways back and forth in a soothing motion. “How are ya today? Nice and bright outside, aint it?”

“Good morning! I’m doing alright, I suppose. My morning sickness calmed down a lot and the weather is getting more tolerable. How are you two doing? What brings you over?” Jimin replies happily, stepping back to allow the two guests entrance, excited at the prospect of socializing for a bit.

“Lil missy has been awful fussy this morning and didn’t sleep much last night, so I thought a walk and some nice company might do her good.”

“Ah, one of those days, huh?” Jimin hums, strolling over to plop down on the couch.

“Indeed.” Seokjin nods.

Nothing about their fairly brief encounters ever feels stressful or worrying for Jimin, appreciative of the sense of comfort that pours from the slightly older omega in droves. They can discuss light hearted topics, share various aspects of their lives, and ultimately join in easy fellowship without pressure to perform a certain way. Even moments like this warm Jimin’s heart.

“Say… Has anyone invited you all to the end of season gathering yet?” Seokjin asks, expectantly looking at Jimin while Miyoung races around the coffee table as quickly as her legs will take her.

“End of season gathering?” Jimin questions, eyebrows furrowed, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Every year at the end of summer and beginning of fall, the town holds a gathering for everyone to come together and celebrate our fruitful growing season. Fresh foods, street vendors, music and dancing on the square, that sort of thing. Folks join from all over to enjoy the last bout of tolerable weather before the cold blows in. You should come!” Seokjin easily explains, smiling while watching Miyoung play.

“Oh, I’ve never been to anything like that before! I’ll have to tell Jungkook about it. When is it?” Jimin wonders aloud, attempting to imagine the event in his mind.

“At the end of the month!”

Following his successful encounter with his neighbor that involves lounging in the living room on the couch until Miyoung grows weary from running rampant through the open space around them, Jimin completes his fill of chores in brighter spirits and with a lighter mood, the chance visit from the welcome guests filling him to the brim with joy at the shared company, effortless conversation, and warm tea that he brewed specially for the occasion.

The rest of the morning passes much like it always does, flying by in the blink of an eye as he greatly craves his alpha’s presence and soaks up his inviting warmth every time he stops by the house amidst his hard work in the fields.

Something he doesn’t anticipate, however, is the afternoon approaching without warning to bring an unknown existence onto their property, the raucous noises of a horse entering onto their land not enough of a surprise for the omega. He halts dead in his tracks, hand on the doorknob, as he stares out across the porch with furrowed eyebrows and a sense of apprehension swirling in his gut.

Hardly a handful of seconds later when he notices the neat leather bag clasped in the woman’s hands and her choice of attire, he almost instantly settles.

The very first visit with their midwife.

“It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Jimin.” Yoona—the omega midwife—says after her formal introduction, the wear around her eyes and along the surface of her skin telling of her age, yet she possesses a gentle and kind demeanor that draws a soothing sort of comfort to Jimin’s heart. She smells of maple syrup, which also instantly builds rapport with the pregnant omega since he loves the sweet nectarine. Overall, her presence leaves him at ease and eager to speak to her. “Your mate spoke so highly of you when he stopped by to officially schedule a visit.”

“Ah, I see. It’s lovely to meet you as well. I must admit that I wasn’t expecting this so soon, but I’m content regardless.” Jimin ducks his head and blushes, deeply pleased to know his alpha sings his praises whenever he can.

“The town’s doctor is quite busy with the numerous townsfolk who require his attention, as I’m sure you know by now. Since he doesn’t have the capacity to care for absolutely everyone, nor does he desire to, we find it best if those who are pregnant receive the expertise they need from midwives like us to ensure proper care in this special situation.”

“Yes, I suppose he was very busy when I saw him. I’m glad that we have others who can help us through this because we’re clueless.” Jimin admits with a sheepish smile.

“Don’t you worry about a thing! We’ll take real good care of you and your little pup.” Yoona declares proudly, reaching over to her bag to pull out a leather bound notebook before she turns to Jimin expectantly. “Shall we start the process now?”

“Sure!”

Predictably, the brief medical examination conducts much like the first one a few months ago, Jimin sitting calmly beside the midwife while he answers questions about his experience with pregnancy thus far, completes a routine check for his basic physical functions, and discusses any concerns he harbors regarding the pup growing in his belly.

Yoona checks his heartbeat, palpitates his belly, takes his temperature, weighs him, and generally observes the state of his body.

He sits perfectly still on the couch while she measures the circumference of his belly to gauge the growth of his pup since his last appointment with the town’s doctor, the omega still comfortable and at ease with her presence while she touches him however necessary to finish the last steps of the process. She settles him with her gentle voice and kind disposition, her omega aura extremely inviting for Jimin since his instincts relate to her on a primal level. Needless to say that he enjoys her care much more than the previous doctor he encountered.

“Judging by the size of your belly, the strength of the pup’s heartbeat, and your symptoms at this stage, I would guess that you’re around five months into your pregnancy.” Yoona states decisively, scribbling into her notebook while she talks.

“That’s about what the doctor thought as well.” Jimin says quietly, nodding in agreement.

“It can be difficult to know for sure, so we behave as if there’s a one month possibility for our calculations to be off. You could be four and a half months, but also five and a half months if we’re taking everything into consideration. The specifics aren’t too important as long as we act accordingly and prepare for any number of surprises along the way.”

“Of course.” Jimin replies as he smiles softly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap.

“You’re actually quite small for your gestational age, but that’s entirely normal for a first timer. Everything seems to be going well and your health is exactly where we want it to be. Keep doing whatever you’re doing.” Yoona declares proudly, eyes crinkling in the corners when she smiles, swiftly gathering her things before she rises to her feet.

“Thank you kindly for your help. It’s been nice to check on the pup and know that everything is well. I appreciate your care more than you know.” Jimin asserts regardless of how much it makes his cheeks heat into a rosy pink.

“You’re more than welcome, Jimin. There’s nothing I love more than helping bring new life into this wonderful world.” The midwife says excitedly, eyes bright with mirth when she turns to offer him one last look before turning towards the door. “I’ll see you again in about a month! Take care!”

Later, once the daylight hours slip away to allow the reprieve of night to flourish, Jungkook gently grasps Jimin’s hand to pull him into the spare bedroom on the bottom floor near their own room.

He wordlessly leads the omega where he wishes for him to go, a stoic look on his face, his amber scent rich in a way that Jimin doesn’t know how to decipher, and his movements calculatively slow. The two of them stand in the middle of the mostly empty space that sits bare save for the old bed frame shoved in the corner and the large chest of blankets along the wall. It oozes with potential and hope for the future, something unknown swirling in the air while they silently stare around the room.

“I think we should make this the pup’s room, darlin’.” Jungkook declares plainly, pulling Jimin in closer until they stand chest to chest in the middle of the floor.

“You reckon?”

“Yes.” Jungkook nods firmly.

“Well… I don’t see no reason why not. It’s right beside our bedroom so we can easily reach it instead of having to climb up the stairs every time it wakes in the night. A perfectly good room for our perfect little thing.” Jimin easily agrees, finding no faults with the idea, pleased that his alpha clearly cares about their growing family enough to ponder these things in his spare time. “Are you already planning how to decorate it?”

“Not exactly.” Jungkook answers quietly, chewing on his bottom lip while he glances around again. “I was talking about getting furniture in the coming months and Yoongi said he’d make it for us.”

“Really?”

“Sure enough did.” Jungkook replies as he smiles fondly at the omega clutching his chest tighter at the news.

“That’s wonderful! I’m honored that he would do that for us! All of the furniture in his and Hoseok’s home is so beautiful, so I can’t imagine what he’ll make for the pup.” Jimin gushes with wide, sparkling eyes and a mouth dropped open in a satisfied gasp.

“There’s something else that I was thinking about.” Jungkook states ominously, halting Jimin before he can pad out of the room.

“What is it?” Jimin asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to store all of our profits from this year’s harvest in the chest over there, beneath the blankets, for safekeeping. Since we’re going to use most of it for the pup anyway, we might as well keep the money here too.” Jungkook states decisively, his hand reaching down to cup the swell of the omega’s belly.

“That’s a great idea, alpha.” Jimin says sweetly, smiling in delight at the warmth circling through his veins at the comforting touch. “We can make sure it has everything it needs and not spend without remembering our priorities.”

“Exactly, sweetheart. You darn near read my mind. Not just pretty, but smart too.” Jungkook flashes him a smile in return before he hurries them off to their own bedroom.

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Nothing in the world could ever prepare Jimin and Jungkook for what unfolds before their very eyes as they approach the center of town to attend the end of season gathering.

A cacophony of noises filter into their ears before they even draw near enough to visualize the commotion, boisterous voices ringing through the air, the thud of hooves echoing from every direction, and booming music playing melodically in the distance. People crowd every free inch of space in a way that neither of them knew possible. The streets overflow with people dressed impeccably well while they hold smiling conversations and stroll through the pathways to gaze at all the goods on display.

Jimin pauses when they reach a parking spot obscenely far from the action, sucks in several lengthy deep breaths, attempts to calm his racing heart, and mentally prepares for the abundance of excitement sure to commence.

Staring out the window of their carriage, patiently waiting for Jungkook to finish settling the horses, he thanks himself for ensuring they dressed appropriately.

“Ready to go, darlin’?” Jungkook questions as he sticks his hand into the entrance of the carriage, head popping past the curtain to catch sight of the apprehensive omega still contained within the confines of safety.

“Lots and lots of people.” Jimin says in lieu of an answer, apprehension heavy in his chest while he stares out at the chaos.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods, offering a slight smile, fingers crawling up to squeeze his knee. “Ain’t that what you expected?”

“Well, yes, but… I don’t know.”

“Namjoon told me that there’s all kinds of fresh foods at the supper they prepare for everyone, all the farmers in the area donate some of their crops to feed people and show what a plentiful season it’s been. Got shops set up to buy stuff from local vendors. Nice music to listen to. We can see our friends if we ever find them. It should be real fun.” Jungkook states thoughtfully, comforting pheromones reflexively pouring from him to surround Jimin in delicious amber.

“You’re right.” Jimin nods vigorously, staring Jungkook up and down while he musters the courage to step outside.

“I reckon I don’t hear that enough. Could you repeat that for me?” Jungkook replies in jest, far too pleased for his own good as he smirks devilishly.

“You look so handsome, alpha.” Jimin states in full honesty, unable to hold back the thoughts running rampant in his mind as he observes the crisp, neat attire adorning his mate’s body, complete with his shiny watch and freshly trimmed hair. “I think your muscles got even bigger with all the work you did this summer, might just burst right out of your clothes.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m glad that you still like looking at me after all this time.” Jungkook rasps in a low hum, eyes darker and gaze heavier before he shakes his head. “But I think we should go now, don’t want to let our thoughts wander too much, hmm?”

“Okay.” Jimin nods, obediently reaching out to take his alpha’s hand and finally leave the carriage.

The scenes occurring around them greatly mimic the ones they experienced the first time they headed into town together after freshly mating and moving to their new home, only this time it outplays tenfold in every regard. From the amount of people flocking to the streets to shop at the various stores to the plethora of noises filling the airwaves to the activities happening on every corner, each and every inch of the square exists in excess to celebrate the end of a successful harvest season and usher in the start of the colder weather slowly encroaching upon them.

Jimin struggles to process everything happening around them, clinging to Jungkook with a tight grip on his hand to ensure they remain together at all times, protectively cradling his bump out of instinctual fear due to the commotion every way he looks.

Pride flows through his veins and fills him to the brim as they traipse along the wooden pathways lining the buildings to gaze at all the goodies for sale, the two of them astonishingly good looking together. They dressed in their finest outfits to leave a lasting impression on the inhabitants of their town, Jungkook’s capable body on display even through his modest clothing while Jimin’s top accentuates his bump so that everyone knows how well his alpha cares for him.

Instead of rushing to locate their friends amidst the non stop flow of foot traffic, they merely enjoy their time passing through the square while they gaze at anything that catches their combined interest.

Most notably—pup necessities garner their attention.

Adorable tiny outfits hang in the window displays, sprawling furniture lines the walls, itty bitty shoes sit atop tables, colorful toys overflow from bins, linens like blankets and towels fill shelves, and decorative pieces hang on every surface, a wide range of vendors selling items meant for the littlest members of their society.

Both Jungkook and Jimin stop to gawk at everything in utter awe, filling their imaginations with bright ideas for their own home and pup that will soon enter their lives.

“How about we sit down and create an idea of what we want to do with the pup’s room? We can make a list of all the things we need, pick a color scheme or theme, and just make sure we’re on the same page before we buy anything major. Does that work for you?” Jungkook questions softly, leaning impossibly close to the point that his breath ghosts over Jimin’s ear.

“That sounds lovely! I’d like that a lot. Then we can start preparing everything since there ain’t much time left now. Only a few months.” Jimin states with a smile, gleaming as he clutches his belly.

“Exactly, omega.” Jungkook swiftly agrees, protectively extending his arm to block Jimin from the rush of people moving past them. “It’ll be here before you know it.”

“I truly can’t wait!” Jimin exclaims happily, overwhelmed by the love consuming him from the depths of his chest.

It takes them around an hour to navigate through the various crowds of people, vendors selling their goods, and the chaos happening every which way, eventually finding themselves more on the outskirts of the town square where people gather in a large space to enjoy the music and fellowship while they wait for the feast to officially begin.

Jimin stands back, flabbergasted at the sheer amount of townsfolk congregating together, aghast at how many citizens exist in this one part of their modest town.

They continue onwards throughout the groups of people joining together as they valiantly search for their friends, Jungkook enacting most of the labor while Jimin clings to his back to avoid losing his alpha during their trek. A few familiar faces offer them friendly greetings when they pass by, smiling and waving at the notorious corn farmer since that has become the way in which most of them identify Jungkook. After an excruciatingly long time and a tricky game of swerving through people to find familiar faces among the crowd, they locate the ones they wish to find.

“Jimin!” Hoseok all but screeches when he lays eyes on the omega peeking out from behind Jungkook, his smile bright enough to blind and his blueberry scent like heaven to Jimin’s senses. “There you are! I thought we might never find you! Welcome, welcome!”

“Evenin’.” Jimin replies with a polite smile, tingling with delight as he gazes upon his friends’ faces.

“Need a damn map to find anything around here!” Jungkook grumbles as he shakes his head. “How’s it going? Did we miss anything?”

“I reckon it’s going mighty fine so far!” Namjoon answers from his spot standing beside the picnic table.

“How long have you two been here?” Yoongi asks.

“Hmm… Maybe an hour or so? We walked around a bit, checked out some of the shops, and just looked around before we decided to mosey on over to find you all. There’s an awful lot going on here!” Jimin answers truthfully, bouncing back and forth on his feet after so much idle standing.

“Did you find anything that caught your eye?” Seokjin questions, glancing behind him to watch his pups before he returns his attention to Jimin.

“Kind of. I saw some cute stuff for the pup, but we’re waiting to buy anything until we figure out exactly what we need.”

“Smart.” Yoongi states in his low voice.

“Here, why don’t you have a seat after all that walking? I’m sure your feet are aching and your back is sore. Seokjin always complains about the strain once his belly gets that big.” Namjoon suggests kindly, motioning to an empty spot at the table.

“Oh, thank you!” Jimin remarks as he smiles, grateful for the consideration because he honestly would like to sit down for a little bit.

Predictably, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook wander off to oversee the pups playing on the makeshift playground nearby, leaving the omegas to hang by themselves and socialize together while they enjoy the music ringing in the air from across the way. Since they reside a reasonable amount of space away from the true commotion where the town’s officials prepare the supper and the majority of the people congregate to celebrate with dancing, it allows them a semblance of peace.

Taehyung initially denied that he would attend the social gathering, instead asserting that he preferred to remain at home, but no one remarks in surprise when he strolls up to the table to take a seat beside Hoseok without a single word.

“Oh, heavens! The pregnant one among us is hungry!” Seokjin exclaims with a gasp, feigned panic bleeding from his expression when he turns to address the others of the group. “I can hear his stomach rumbling beside me whilst we speak! We must make haste and feed him quickly or all will be turmoil!”

“No, no, it’s okay—“

“Never! Everyone knows that allowing a pregnant person to starve is one of the worst offenses one can commit against humanity. Let’s go!” Hoseok chimes in, rising to his feet and ushering the others up with him.

“Alright, I guess.” Jimin shrugs, giggling when he meets eyes with Taehyung.

“Perhaps you ain’t the only one who’s hungry.” Taehyung suggests under his breath, sharing a knowing look with Jimin that causes them both to burst into laughter.

It requires all of about three seconds for Seokjin to signal his family to return from the playground, the other adults following suit to promptly make their way to the table to learn the dire situation that makes it a necessity for them to hurry over to the feast and be one of the first groups of people in line for their food. Though Jimin feels slightly embarrassed that they use him as an excuse, he embraces the opportunity to receive a slight bit of special treatment since he carries a pup in his belly.

“It’s a crying shame that we never had corn this good before you arrived here.” Namjoon states with a wistful sigh, chomping down on his corn without a care in the world.

“Yeah? You truly like it that much?” Jungkook questions as he raises an eyebrow.

“It’s still just as good as it was the first time we tried it!” Seokjin exclaims, nodding vigorously.

“It was nice of you to donate some to the community and allow everyone to enjoy it for the feast.” Taehyung comments from the end of the table with a proud smile pulling on his lips.

“Yeah, well… Maybe it’s not entirely a selfless endeavor.” Jungkook says, cocking his head to the side, a throaty chuckle rumbling from his mouth when he stares down at his plate. “I was thinking that it might do me some good and bring more people to buy some corn next year.”

“Ain’t a darn thing wrong with that.” Hoseok declares firmly, his mouth full of pork when he speaks.

“We’ll have more mouths to feed by then, so it just makes sense.” Jimin nods, his free hand cradling the underside of his bump while he works to stuff himself full of delicious foods.

After they finish their plentiful meals that possess an abundance of fresh, locally grown crops and animals slaughtered by the farmers that raised them, the group decides to embark on an adventure through the hordes of people to explore everything the event has to offer. They splinter into smaller packs in order to easily navigate through the area, Jungkook and Jimin staying together without hesitation, everyone enjoying the opportunity to gaze upon what activities the area holds for everyone in town.

“I must offer my sincerest gratitude for your efforts to grow such a plentiful corn harvest here. It’s truly remarkable what you managed to do and everyone around greatly appreciates the chance to have these crops coming from our town. You’ve been a wonderful addition to our area.” An older man says when he catches Jungkook near the orchestra playing music for townsfolk to listen and dance to.

“Ah, it’s my pleasure. I’m glad that you’re enjoying the fruits of my labor. I’m happy that I was even able to grow any at all.” Jungkook states with a gentle smile and a nod.

“Is this your lovely mate?”

“Indeed it is.” Jungkook declares proudly, his arm wrapped tightly around Jimin’s back.

“Congratulations to you both! You’re sure going to have your hands full next year! What an exciting time of life you’re in.” The man replies excitedly, clearly referencing the obvious display of the omega’s pregnancy.

“Thank you so much, kind sir.” Jungkook retorts, offering a few more exchanges of words before the brief conversation ends, the two of them continuing on their exploratory journey once more.

Jimin’s heart swells until it feels fit to burst with all of the excitement, delight, and happiness inside of him.

Pride oozes from every pore of his body as he experiences the unfettered wonders of possessing an alpha that the town showers with praise, feeling a secondhand sort of satisfaction knowing that he managed to mate such a capable, strong, perfect person that leaves everyone in awe of his skills.

Clinging to his side as they pass through crowds to the designated area where people dance freely, the overwhelming urge to grip Jungkook tight flows through him like a raging river.

“I don’t reckon I’m too good at dancing, sweetheart. Never really had a chance to give it a try. Are you sure you want me to go out there with you and embarrass you with my lack of coordination?” Jungkook questions in a low voice, a twinge of resistance in his demeanor.

“Of course!” Jimin nods vigorously, far too eager to join the townsfolk in their joyous expressions that match the melodic tunes. “You could never embarrass me, alpha.”

“I’m not too sure about that.” Jungkook hums under his breath, fingertips pressing more insistently against the omega’s side.

“Oh, see! The music even slowed down and everything! We can just go out there and sway like everyone else. Don’t even worry about being a good dancer. It’ll all be fine.” Jimin states with reassurances as he moves forward to propel them into the crowd of people dancing in front of them.

“Alright, darlin’. If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.”

“All you need to do is hold me close.” Jimin mutters breathily, eyes searching through the dimness surrounding them while the sun sets, pleased when strong arms wrap around his waist. “It’s real easy.”

Tingles of bliss trail down the omega’s spine, his cells explode with utter contentment, and every breath he inhales drowns him in rich amber, thrilled to find himself here as the day of celebration wraps up. His belly swells with both delicious food and the pup inside of him, the crisp, chilly air no match for the warmth his alpha exudes in his presence. Neither of them rush to enact any special moves, merely swaying as the slow churn of the music filters around them.

As moments like these play out more frequently in his normal daily life, Jimin steadily grows accustomed to the unimaginable joy he experiences with Jungkook alongside him. His reality surmounts to something he could never conjure in his wildest dreams. Luck must truly favor him to allow him to live such a wealthy existence.

“Thank you.” Jimin whispers gently, lips brushing along the frame of Jungkook’s ear, subtly nuzzling their cheeks together for additional comfort.

“What for, omega?” Jungkook wonders aloud, befuddled.

“For being here. For existing. For making me so happy. For being a good mate. For everything.” Jimin clarifies as his heart thuds in his chest, an amalgamation of emotions striking him all at once while they sway to the soft music. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for allowing me to do all this and be the person that I always wished I could be. You’re the sweetest little thing in the whole world. I love you with all my heart and then some.”

“I love you so much, alpha.” Jimin replies through a thick voice, pulling back for a tender kiss that only lasts a split second to not scandalize anyone.

When it comes time to leave—the darkness of night invoking an unavoidable sense of tiredness that hangs over Jimin’s head until he struggles to keep his eyes open any longer—Jungkook finds their friends to notify them of their impending departure before he protectively wraps his arm around Jimin’s back to direct him towards their carriage, the trek to their parked horses dragging on and on to the point that the alpha contemplates scooping Jimin into his arms to ease his trouble.

As the carriage bumps along the divots in dirt road, a thick blanket resting over their bodies to maintain their warmth, Jimin drifts off to a peaceful slumber with not a single care in the world.

Notes:

i meant it when i said this fic was nauseating with the amount of fluff and sweetness and loveee!! it’s nonstop! they’re the most precious lovelies i’ve ever written, i think hehe

fair warning that next week is the chapter that has true drama and some upsetting moments, so prepare yourselves for that :o

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Chapter 10: Disrespected

Notes:

 

***warning: this chapter contains verbally abusive/toxic characters, minor violence, a possibly distressing accident, and more, so proceed with caution if you think you might not be able to handle it***

“My folks will arrive here within a fortnight.” Jungkook announces with his husky, rough morning voice, the worlds tumbling through the crisp air before they splatter on the porch near Jimin’s feet, every semblance of peace shattering in an instant as the sentiment behind his verbalization crawls to the front of the omega’s mind.

“Pardon?” Jimin mutters breathily, his heart rate increasing until it swiftly batters against the inside of his rib cage. His gaze flings to the alpha standing beside him, despising the silence while he stares at the letter clutched in his hands. “Can… Can you repeat that?”

“My parents will be at our doorstep in the next week.” Jungkook expresses the statement for a second time.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Jimin’s breath forcefully expels from his lungs as he gradually leans back against his chair, a slew of thoughts and emotions barreling into him at once. He struggles to comprehend the true depth of the situation when it sounds utterly ridiculous to his ears. Nothing about it makes sense considering how terribly his mate’s parents treated him and the wealth of terrible things that happened to him because of them, but he reserves himself until he receives better understanding.

“D-Did you invite them here when you wrote to them last month?” Jimin asks gently, his inner instincts troubled by the suffocating bitterness tainting the amber around him.

“No.” Jungkook answers succinctly.

“Then… Then how are they going to be here? And why, exactly? What do they wish to accomplish with this sudden visit? Have you given them any reason to rush here without warning?” Jimin can’t help the way his rattling thoughts pour out in rapid succession.

“I don’t know.”

“Jungkook…” Jimin utters with a sigh, worrisome eyes glued to the alpha standing stock still beside him. “What’s going on?”

“I reckon my parents are being my parents and doing what they do best.” Jungkook states lowly, eyes still glaring at the letter like he wishes to burn a hole in it, body unwavering and tense while he processes the information. “There ain’t nothing in here about their intentions or why they’re coming here. It just says that they think it’s time they finally meet you and see what our provisions are like now that we’ve settled in. I sure as hell never told them to come, believe me.”

“Do you want them to come stay with us?” Jimin inquires for greater understanding of his mate’s feelings regarding the occurrence.

“Absolutely not.”

“I suppose there ain’t much we can do about it now that they’re already traveling here. They must have gotten our address from the letter you sent them.” Jimin says with pursed lips, all too aware of the rocks tumbling in his stomach.

“I reckon you’re right.” Jungkook nods, finally lowering the letter to meet Jimin’s gaze with something heavy and distraught bleeding from his dark eyes. “I’m real sorry, omega. I don’t know how I didn’t expect this. I—“

“Don’t apologize for the faults of others. It’ll be alright, yeah? We’ll host them for a couple of weeks until it gets colder and they need to return home. There’s nothing we can’t handle together.” Jimin declares with the little confidence he possesses inside of him, unsure whether he means to convince Jungkook or himself.

“I sure hope you’re right.” Jungkook mumbles under his breath, releasing a deep sigh before he dejectedly lowers into his chair.

Preparation mode crashes into them at full speed for the next several days following the damning news they receive from Jungkook’s parents, neither of them able to focus on much of anything else when they feel the stress of the arrival looming over their heads like a storm cloud. It stalks them wherever they go, refuses to dissipate for even a moment, and only surmounts as the time grows nearer to the event.

Jimin remains unsure whether he should voice the full extent of his feelings towards the rotten pair when he knows it will only add to the uncomfortableness of their visit over the next couple of weeks.

While Jungkook obviously realizes the atrocities invoked on his by his own parents, he probably still cares for them in an unavoidable way.

Wishing to ensure the surprise event flows as smoothly as possible and also hoping to appease any possibilities of dissatisfaction, the omega dedicates himself to providing Jungkook’s parents with a perfect visit that runs without any hitches whatsoever. He thoroughly cleans one of the upstairs guest rooms, supplies it with everything they could possibly need, attends to the common areas of the home, and creates a menu of delicious foods to cook every day.

He avoids acknowledging the distaste in his mouth, pushing it down to play pretend for the short duration of their visit.

Jungkook.

It seems as though he handles the news much less inconspicuously than Jimin, instincts on high alert, his muscles constantly tense, and an obvious amount of stress weighing on his shoulders. He pours himself into working in the field to chop down wood and clean up from the summer harvest so that everything appears pristine. Every minute of the day, he worries over the situation without cease.

The only time he receives a reprieve is when he allows Jimin to pamper him, the omega seizing the opportunity to shower his mate in affection to push away the negativity echoing in his mind.

As their pup’s size steadily increases and Jimin’s mobility suffers because of it, continuously waddling around as the pressure on his hips becomes difficult to manage over long periods of time, it leaves him less willing to devote his precious time and energy to anything that doesn’t require the utmost importance. Unless it involves Jungkook, their property, or the pup, Jimin thrusts it away to focus on things that deserve his attention.

Of course, even if he valiantly attempts to appear nonchalant about the whole thing, he can’t deny the way his chest constricts and his stomach aches every time he thinks he hears them approaching up the driveway.

Jimin’s world flips upside down when the moment finally unfolds after six days of waiting.

His ears ring, his stomach bubbles, his heart pounds, and everything inside of him nervously awaits the presence of the two people who created, raised, and mistreated his wonderful mate. Jungkook’s own emotions burn like fire in the flesh of his heart, highly alert to the way his alpha feels, a rotten slew of things all fighting for prevalence while they stand on the porch and anticipate their first face to face meeting.

“Just leave them be! No need to carry all that shit yourself when we can have Jungkook do it for us. Hurry up and get out so we can get this over with!” An unexpectedly dry, deep voice commands in clear irritation.

“Alright, alright! Quit your yappin’ for goodness sake!” Another voice grumbles back, huffing and puffing the second they step out of the carriage on the opposite side.

“Jungkook.” A woman, presumably the alpha’s mother, states when she steps out from behind the carriage, her eyes heavily wrinkled and an obvious frown tugging on her lips. With dark hair, a surprisingly tall stature, and a scent of black licorice, she looks similar to what Jimin expected.

“Evenin’, mother.” Jungkook replies, face totally expressionless when he bows his head in greeting.

“This is your mate?” Jungkook’s father questions without hesitation, the couple turning to glare Jimin up and down like they wish to appraise him as some sort of animal they intend to purchase.

“Yes.” Jungkook nods, oddly stiff and tense, not turning to look at the omega beside him. “This is Jimin.”

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.” Jimin says softly, shooting them a polite smile and attempting to appear pleasant to the newcomers.

An incredibly awkward silence falls over them as they stand on the steps of the porch, the sun setting in the background to engulf the land in chilly air and steadily increasing darkness. No one utters a single word, black licorice and moss noticeable to Jimin’s sensitive nose, something heavy and uncomfortable lingering over their heads while judgmental stares continue to bore into the omega.

“It’s getting terribly late. Be a dear and carry in our bags while we make ourselves comfortable. Your terribly paved driveway was so bumpy that it has my head spinning.” Jungkook’s mother demands, waving a hand at Jungkook to motion him towards the carriage.

“Okay.” Jungkook answers promptly, not even questioning it before he steps down to trek to the horses and carriage.

Much to Jimin’s shock, the older couple welcome themselves into the home to offer themselves a tour of his and Jungkook’s personal space without even asking. They don’t linger in the doorway while they wait for permission, nor do they explicitly request their guidance on showing them everything the home has in store. Both of them simply chuck off their shoes in the entryway before they rush away to explore whatever they see fit.

He patiently waits by the front door as he watches Jungkook carry in his parents’ belongings, both hands full of their luggage that he sits on the floor to free his them long enough to remove his shoes.

Though they share a charged look that overflows with unspoken sentiments, neither of them so much as mumble a single word.

Jimin feels like a stranger in his own home as he meekly paces near the bedroom door and attempts to appear busy while every aspect of his life is scrutinized by total strangers, part of him chastising himself for allowing such an injustice to occur. While he knows he can assert himself to counter the bad behavior already on display, his love for his mate causes him to hesitate from any confrontational actions so early in the visit.

One thing remains certain, absolutely no doubt about it, he despises the sorry excuses for parents that his alpha unfortunately has to deal with.

They remark about the shine on the floor—or the lack thereof—while they peer into the kitchen. They sneer at the small, modest size of their dining table that only seats six people in total. They poke and prod and touch everything their eyes land upon. They pause to repeatedly step on the wooden plank on the floor that creaks. They stomp up the stairs. They speak rudely about the lack of furniture in the upstairs guest bedrooms. They fling open the door to the master bedroom to leer at Jimin and Jungkook’s most private, intimate space.

“Where have you put our things? We’d like to go to bed sooner rather than later after such a treacherous journey. The only room that was even remotely acceptable is this one, so we’ll be taking it.” Jungkook’s mother asserts audaciously, pointing to the master bedroom.

“No.” Jimin states firmly, his blood boiling and his eyes narrowly avoiding rolling back in his head in rage.

“Excuse me?” His mother gasps in outrage. “What did you just say to me?”

“I said no. That’s our room. You’ll be sleeping upstairs.” Jimin declares blankly, not afraid for even a second, peering directly into the dark eyes that look eerily similar to his mate’s.

“Jungkook?”

“What’s all this about, son? Have you lost all respect and manners in the months you’ve been out here? Surely you can’t be serious.” Jungkook’s father questions in his gruff voice, gray hair falling into his eyes while he speaks.

“Jimin is right.” Jungkook asserts as he nods, the apprehension in his darting gaze bringing Jimin irritation for reasons he can’t place. “Your stuff is upstairs.”

“Ha! I see how it is. Just shove us in a shitty room like we’re worthless. I hope you don’t plan on raising that little mutt with these same attitudes.” Jungkook’s mother huffs, turning around with her nose raised in the air as she stomps her way to the stairs, her husband dutifully following behind her.

Unfortunately, as dread travels down his spine, Jimin realizes the next couple of weeks will be anything except peaceful.

---

Thick, encompassing fog settles around their property as Jungkook and Jimin cuddle on the porch, eyes mostly closed as they rock back and forth in their shared chair, utter silence engulfing the world while the sun only just begins to peek beyond the horizon to signify the start of another day.

Easy, effortless, tranquil.

Neither of them possess the drive to mutter a word for several minutes while they merely soak up the warmth of their conjoined company.

Delight glimmers across Jimin’s skin, seeps into his pores, and ignites his heart in flames, overly thrilled to finally experience this sort of connection with his mate after the prolonged absence of affection given that Jungkook’s parents steal away much of their personal time allocated towards intimacy. In this moment, nothing matters except the bliss rushing through their veins, utterly content to tangle together on their front porch in the chilly weather if it means they receive this peaceful bout of happiness for even a blimp in time.

The scent of rich amber graces Jimin’s body like a gift descended from the heavens, created specifically to reach into the depths of his soul and provide him with the highest level of serenity possible.

“Big.” Jungkook grumbles in his crotchety morning voice, rough and deep in a way that brings Jimin utmost pleasure. The omega sighs in contentment as he brings Jungkook’s large, calloused hands to wrap around his rounded belly, innermost instincts never more settled than when both him and his pup reside in pure safety.

“Hmm?” Jimin hums, almost dizzy with the satisfaction drowning him whole.

“Pup.” Jungkook answers succinctly, crooking his head to place a fat, wet kiss to the side of Jimin’s temple before he pointedly spreads his fingers over the sensitive flesh. “S’big.”

“Yeah.”

“Pretty.” Jungkook states with a voice so low and gravelly that it rattles in the air.

“Me?” Jimin wonders aloud, heart melting because he already knows the answer before he hears it with his own two ears.

“Course.” Jungkook growls in response. “My beautiful omega.”

“Thank you.” Jimin replies bashfully, cheeks heating with an embarrassing blush even after all this time together. He nestles himself back into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and flourishes between the relief he feels at the extremely close proximity. “You too, alpha.”

“Bout time to head over yonder and get to work.” Jungkook declares after a few more minutes of relaxing, drinking their steamy mugs of tea, and watching the sun rise.

“No.” Jimin huffs petulantly, shaking his head.

“Got to.”

“I’ll miss you lots and lots and lots.” Jimin declares, allowing himself to be gently scooted off his alpha’s lap and carefully placed on his feet.

“You can escape and come see me any time you want, sweetheart. Don’t forget that.” Jungkook whispers quietly, eyes heavy with something somber.

“I know.” Jimin nods, puckering his lips for a goodbye kiss, body tingling when Jungkook wraps him in an encompassing hug that soothes all his worries in a single instant. “I’ll be out there to annoy you as soon as it becomes too much.”

“You never annoy me.” Jungkook retorts with a smile, movements slow and hesitant as he separates them to stroll down the steps.

After several days of Jungkook’s parents so rudely arriving on their property without a formal request or invitation—stampeding in the house like they own the place, causing a disturbance in the peace with their downright rotten attitudes, demanding a multitude of outrageous things without shame, intruding on every possible happy moment, and generally upsetting the flow of life with their irritating presence—Jimin comes to learn that merely conducting himself like normal while pretending they don’t exist serves as the best course of action.

He purposely continues with his normal routine without allowing them to chuck a hitch in his plans, cleaning the same areas that he normally would in the same manner as usual.

From the kitchen to the living room to the bathroom, he still cares for the home like always.

Regardless of how it fills him with buckets of annoyance each time they prop their feet on the coffee table while he attempts to wipe it down or when they toss their dirty dishes into the water that he uses to wash his pots from cooking a meal, he swallows down his feelings with lengthy, deep breaths to remain calm, cool, and collected.

Creating his handmade goods from the safety of his room becomes a sort of reprieve from the perturbing aura that radiates when they linger about, thrilled to escape to his comfortable bed or chaise while he sees something lovely for their future pup. Focusing on the bigger picture, like their soon to expand family and everything he needs to prepare, offers him a chance to step away from his current reality.

Unfortunately, the fact that Jungkook’s parents treat him like scum on the bottom of their shoes means that they also treat the omega terribly by extension.

“This is how you make use of your time every day? Truly? Doing absolutely nothing of worth for anyone except yourself?” Jungkook’s mother—still remaining nameless since the two of them refused to offer any formal introductions and Jungkook only refers to them as mother and father—says with sheer disgust in her eyes, scanning over Jimin while he rocks back and forth in his chair on the porch. “You pussyfoot around instead of being useful?”

“I’m resting.” Jimin states blankly, shrugging his shoulders, gradually learning to tune out the abundance of blshit they constantly spew.

“Resting? Ha! What could you possibly need rest from? You spent the last couple of hours blabbering with your friends. How do you justify being so obviously lazy?” She inquires rudely, arms crossed over her chest and the scent of black licorice heavy in the air.

Moments like these make her appear more like an alpha than an omega, her fiery disposition quite unique.

“My house is clean enough. There’s food on the table for every meal. Everything is taken care of.” Jimin answers with forced nonchalance, loathing to even grace her absurdity with a response. “Me and my mate live happily, so I reckon that’s all that matters.”

“Wow. It’s honestly appalling that you two live like this. Just pathetic, really.”

“Might I add that I’m also pregnant.” Jimin declares as an afterthought, the roundness of his swollen belly growing to the point that he no longer sees his feet when he sits down.

“That’s no excuse for acting this way.” Jungkook’s mother states firmly.

“Of course you’d say that.” Jimin sighs, shaking his head, feeling a deep-rooted sense of sadness to know that some people live, think, and behave like this.

“Do you know how many children I had by the time I was your old age?” She asks as she glares at him.

“Not a clue.”

“10.”

“You had 10 pups by the time you were my age? Are you serious? 10 children?” Jimin questions in utter shock, the revelation gripping him to the core when he pictures someone so young dealing with that much stress and the extreme toll that pregnancy takes on the body.

“I sure did. Even when my belly was full with twins and I had another set on both hips, I still worked my ass off every single day. Never once did I sit down or spend hours socializing with friends or anything so selfish. My time was entirely devoted to caring for my family until my body failed from exhaustion.” Jungkook’s mother declares proudly, a sinister smile on her face that only adds to the insanity of her comment.

“That sounds absolutely miserable.” Jimin replies without any attempt to describe the depressing nature of such a life premise. “I have no intentions of living such a horrible life.”

“You’d be wise to learn from me and conduct yourself appropriately before you grow too old to remain this foolish.”

Contrary to his inner turmoil when he anticipated the arrival of Jungkook’s parents, Jimin actually puts forth no extra effort to impress the pair now that he understands the impossibility of such a sentiment, adopting a carefree attitude while he conducts himself like he normally would. He mistakenly believed that perhaps he could show them the amazing life he and Jungkook live, that their humanity could be salvaged. Now, he realizes how infeasible that quest would be.

No extravagant meals that require him to endlessly slave in the kitchen for hours. No spending all of his time scrubbing every inch of the home to avoid appearing dirty. No forcing himself through unnecessary physical stress to appease them.

He finds peace with the fact that they see him and his mate as pitiful disgraces, his family’s happiness the only thing that actually matters to him.

Not that it makes it any easier to deal with.

“How long do you plan on staying with us?” Jungkook asks quietly, speaking up for the first time all night, a hefty chunk of chicken jabbed onto his fork that hovers in the air near his mouth.

“Why do you ask?” Jungkook’s father retorts snappily, hardly hesitating for even a second. “Are you too selfish to host your parents for longer than a few days?”

“No, I’m just wondering since you never told us.” Jungkook answers in his gruff voice.

“We haven’t decided yet. We’re going to stay for a few weeks and see how we like it before we leave. We’re planning on scoping out the area and deciding if it’s somewhere prosperous for us to migrate to when the weather warms up again.” Jungkook’s mother adds in her nonchalant manner as if she isn’t uttering words that make Jimin’s stomach somersault.

“Huh?” Jimin breathes out, mouth dropping open while he gulps down air. “What are you talking about?”

“You want to move here?” Jungkook repeats with wide eyes, his jaw clenching obscenely tight.

“Why the hell not? Did you think you could just move away and escape from us forever? We’re your parents. You have a duty to us whether you’re grown with children of your own or not.” Jungkook’s father states in a cold, insistent manner.

“Especially now that you’ve got this huge property and all kinds of crops growing every year, we can just sell our stuff and live off of your prospects.”

“Why on earth would we ever do that? That’s a ridiculous idea!” Jimin all but screeches, stunned by the mere prospect of allowing these two to leech off of them for the rest of their miserable lives. “Stop speaking nonsense!”

“It’s clear that the younger generation knows absolutely nothing about work ethic, parenting, and raising up the next group of people who will inhabit this world. You’ll need guidance from people like us who can rear your children the right way. A support system is crucial. It’ll work out well for all of us.” Jungkook’s mother asserts with a chip on her shoulder, continuing to push around the food on her plate rather than eating anything.

“We’ll do just fine on our own, thank you very much. No need to trouble yourself with our sorry lives. Keep your house and leave us be.” Jimin says without remorse, standing up from the table to retreat to the kitchen.

“We’ll have to see how things go. You obviously need us judging by the way you live around here.” Jungkook’s mother huffs out primly.

That night, after crawling into bed after a mentally exhausting day, Jimin struggles to fall asleep.

Everything he knows about the people who raised Jungkook haunts the halls of his mind like a vengeful ghost, refusing to let him seek even a brief moment of solace, perpetually reminding him of the cruelty, disrespect, and toxicity drowning every cell in their old bodies.

He promises himself, his mate, and their pup that he would never allow his family to live within such horrific conditions no matter what it costs him.

---

“Your folks showed up at a bad time.” Jimin asserts through a whimper, still fighting to catch his breath after reaching the pinnacle of pleasure twice in quick succession without a break to regain his strength. He reflexively tightens around the knot buried between his cum and slick doused walls as he bathes in the afterglow of uniting with his alpha like this again. “Stealing away my much needed knot time.”

“You’re a needy little thing, you know that? At first you had me fooled, but now I see the truth.” Jungkook says with amusement, eyes sparkling in the early morning light when he shifts to press a kiss to the omega’s forehead.

“Don’t say that like you don’t love it just as much as me.” Jimin declares firmly, refusing to accept the blame solely on himself.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Jungkook chuckles in a deep and rich pull from his chest, so utterly wonderful that it makes Jimin’s soft, little cock twitch in response. “Even with all those pregnancy hormones messing with your head, I’m still the filthiest and greediest of the two of us.”

“I reckon I can accept that.” Jimin whispers with a sparkling smile, reaching up to cup his mate’s chiseled jaw in his hands.

“I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you too, alpha.” Jimin replies without hesitation, heart fit to burst in his chest, drowning in delight when he tilts his head up to pepper kisses all over his handsome alpha’s face.

Jungkook’s parents embark on an adventure around town for the second day in a row, determined to foray the land regardless how adamantly Jimin refuses their possible plans of moving to the area. At the very least, it provides the young couple the opportunity to exist at peace in their own home without constantly feeling the impending threat of the rudeness that pours off of them in droves. They take every chance to merely relax, enjoy their own company, and spend time together after nearly two weeks of never ending stress.

“You’re real lucky that you haven’t been subject to their ways of terror yet. Hiding out here and working on your own has been a blessing in disguise.” Jimin states confidently, words low and quiet since Jungkook stands just outside the barn.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Taehyung nods, taking his pitchfork through a collection of hay scattered across the ground. “They look awful scary if I’m being honest.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” Jimin sighs and rubs his temples, kicking his feet back and forth from where he sits on a table.

“His mom damn near pierced my ears with how loud she was hollering at the dad a couple of days ago. I heard it all the way out yonder when I was herding the cattle. Didn’t even know it was possible to be so disruptive.” Taehyung grumbles under his breath.

“Oh, heavens. Let’s just forget about them for the time being since they ain’t here to terrorize us right now. I want to appreciate the calmness while it lasts.”

For an excruciatingly brief blimp of time, Jimin’s heart swells and swells until it grows big enough to puncture on his rib cage, filled to the brim with utter delight as he remains by his mate’s side for several hours doing absolutely nothing of inherent value. He watches with stars in his eyes while Jungkook works, carrying on pointless conversation and stealing a hefty amount of kisses every chance he gets.

The unrelenting heaviness the air dissipates when they join together as two, unbothered by the harsh remarks and glaring stares always flying their direction.

Instead of worrying about what rude comment might hurtle towards their heads, contemplating the best course of action to avoid unpleasant interactions, or attempting to scurry off to receive a moment of peace and quiet, they bask in the glory of the unfettered happiness that engulfs them when they exist together as two people who adore one another.

“Are you okay?” Jimin questions simply, no prelude or context, a genuine inquiry into the state of his alpha’s mind given the current predicament of their lives. “Is it too much for you to handle?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook answers honestly, combing his fingers through his hair as he gazes at the dirt.

“Even if you don’t say it, I can feel how much you hurt. Your pain is shared right next to my heart. I’m sorry that the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally treat you so lousily.” Jimin whispers gently, eyes full of sincerity when he extends his hand to brush the backs of his fingers over Jungkook’s cheek.

“Thank you for showing me what real love should be like, sweetheart. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” Jungkook punctuates his poignant declaration with a tender, encompassing kiss.

Of course, nothing lasts forever, no matter how badly they wish it would.

The raucous presence of Jungkook’s parents arrives far too quickly for their liking, an irritating sound ringing in the air whenever they make their existence known. Something palpable shifts in the atmosphere, the two of them holding their own gravitational pull that alerts everyone in a five mile radius of their terrifying forces.

Taehyung manages to rush away in the knick of time before they approach the storage shed with their aggressively stomping feet, frowning faces, and words of displeasure.

“Who is that young man that I caught sight of on the walk over here? The one with an unsightly haircut that greatly disgraces his square face? Why is there a random person flaunting about your property?” Jungkook’s father asks as he huffs and puffs, clearly out of shape given how he struggles to breathe from the simple walk across the fields.

“That’s Taehyung.” Jimin says blankly, stomach churning at the smell of black licorice and moss.

“Taehyung? Who the hell is that? Is he a freeloader or a bum?” Jungkook’s father pressed further, words quick and eyes squinted.

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head, refusing to make direct eye contact with anyone, instead gazing off at the ground while he speaks in a low voice. “He’s my farmhand.”

“What?” Jungkook’s mother screeches in a devastatingly shrieking tone.

“You’re so incapable of hard work that you hired some lowly helper to handle everything for you? Have you truly fallen so damn far that you can’t even be bothered to care for your own farm? Is this how we raised you?” Jungkook’s father rapidly fires out his questions without pause, practically steaming from the ears with the amount of rage pouring out of him.

“He doesn’t do my work for me. I still do most of it. Taehyung just helps me since the land is real big and there’s lots of work to be done.” Jungkook answers in a far more dejected, weak manner than Jimin would like.

“There’s nothing wrong with hiring help.” Jimin interjects, perturbed by the rude accusations and harsh insults in their insinuations.

“You would say that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook’s mother spits out as she rolls her eyes.

The two of them demand a proper tour around the property since they have yet to survey the full scope of the land throughout their couple of weeks residing at Jimin and Jungkook’s home, haughty and prude in the way that they hiss at every speck of dirt that flings onto their shoes or the flecks of grass that brush over their ankles as they trek across the land.

Neither of them, of course, possess anything even remotely nice to say in regards to the abundance of fields that remain in waiting for preparations to begin the start of the next sowing season.

From unnecessary comments about the sloppy lines that outline the different crop sections to fiery insults towards the choice of wood encompassing the fences surrounding the animal pens to thinly veiled words of disrespect about the placement of the various tools scattered through the barn, they seize every opportunity to shuttle their negativity at Jungkook—and Jimin—without ever contemplating the weight of the sounds dribbling from their mouths.

“It’s a big farm. Clearly much larger than the one we have back home and probably dwarfing the one your mate grew up around. All kinds of animals, crops, and ways to sustain yourselves given the prospects.” Jungkook’s father states blankly while they eat supper, something chilling at the hint of darkness in his voice.

“Yeah.” Jungkook easily agrees.

“Where’s all your money?” Jungkook’s mother questions with a hum.

“What money?” Jungkook retorts, slipping up only a bit, his eyes blinking rapidly while he chews.

“The money from this past harvest. Do you think we’re downright fools? You have a farm so big that your sorry ass can’t handle it on your own. Where’s the money?” Jungkook’s mother clarifies, utter apathy drowning her every breath.

For the first time in a long, long time, Jimin freezes in shock and finds himself unable to move a single muscle.

“We don’t have any.” Jungkook answers as he shrugs his shoulders, body uncharacteristically stiff and devoid of emotion while he raises his head to glare directly into their eyes to convey his statement with confidence. “It cost a lot to rebuild the house, hire a farmhand, upkeep this place, all that. For our first year, we didn’t even break even.”

Though something deep inside of Jimin evokes turmoil at the line of questioning knowing the way they previously committed offenses against his mate in his endeavors to flee from their tight grasp, tendrils of worry tangling around his heart when he thinks of how horrible their character must be to act so callously towards their own son and his family, Jimin chooses to push it all away from his mind and hope that their inquiries will be quelled by the conviction in Jungkook’s assertions.

That night, after they finish their dinner, the alpha returns to the fields to push himself even harder after such a harsh display from his parents regarding his work ethic and capability.

He stays out until the sun retreats into hiding and the cold air nips at his skin.

“Alpha.” Jimin calls into the darkness of their bedroom, punishingly cold and uncomfortable without the presence of his beloved to keep him company as he falls asleep, lying in the stillness on his own until he feels the bed dip beside him.

“Hmm?” Jungkook releases a rattling hum from the pits of his being.

“Hold me.” Jimin requests so sweetly that sugar drips from his tongue, unashamed to voice his needs when he knows his alpha will give him everything he wants and more. “Please.”

Jungkook hardly hesitates for a second before he grunts in affirmation, the bed shaking as he maneuvers onto his side to wrap himself around the backside of Jimin’s body. A lengthy sigh puffs from his lips, his fingertips twitch while they slide into place around the omega’s rounded belly, and the tension gradually leaks from his body until he collapses into a pile of mush after pushing his body to its limits.

Amber swirls in the air like the most wonderful scent of all time, trickling over Jimin’s skin to coat him in sheer delight, sinking into his bones until every woe scatters to obscurity in his mate’s embrace.

“I would hold you instead if my belly wasn’t in the way.” Jimin mutters through a yawn, clutching Jungkook’s much larger fingers with his own so they both hold their pup in the safety of their love. “Give you all my warmth and squeeze you tight and make sure you sleep well.”

“That’s okay, baby. I know you would. You’re the sweetest thing.” Jungkook replies softly, exhaustion drifting at the edges of his words.

“You’re enough.” Jimin says as his eyelids grow heavier and heavier. “You do everything and more. My perfect alpha. I love you so much. You’re more than enough, I promise.”

“I love you, darlin’.”

---

The duration of the next week passes without much of anything eventful occurring, three dreadful weeks coming and going as Jungkook’s parents so graciously bless them with their constant presence, the days blending together to create an amalgamation of moments that encapsulate the couple’s general negativity.

Despite all laws of the universe and limitations of human nature, the two of them never utter even a single positive word in all their incessant rambling.

For all their entitled harping about how Jungkook possesses no work ethic, that he produces sloppy results, and their disappointment in Jimin’s productivity in both the home and on the farm, neither of them ever offer to lift a finger to contribute to the well-being of the household they occupy without permission. Never do they cook any meals, clean the areas they frequent, extend their hands in the fields, or tidy their own bedroom.

Two people taking full advantage of their child—-and his mate—without remorse.

Jimin and Jungkook manage to adjust to accommodate the change in their lives while also attempting to maintain their sanity surrounding the situation, nothing about the arrangement ideal or easy to overcome considering how starkly it contrasts the happiness that previously engulfed every aspect of their lives.

Unfortunately, though, the sudden appearance of the two hellhounds that never cease spewing bullshit from their mouths does gradually take its toll on Jungkook. While he refrains from ever addressing it with explicit verbal confirmation, Jimin feels his sorrow in the catacombs of his chest. What he doesn’t feel, he notices with his own two eyes, highly accustomed to the mannerisms and behaviors of his alpha after all these months together fortifying the wonderful relationship they proudly crafted.

It shows in his downtrodden body language, the way his shoulders slump and his jaw clenches nearly every hour of the day.

Jimin observes the stiffness of his muscles from holding an exorbitant amount of tension and stress inside of his body with no way to release it. His facial expressions display it too, lacking any sparkle in his eyes, smiles on his face, or brightness radiating from his skin.

Becoming more disconnected and spending every possible minute on the farm to slave away until he exhausts himself to failure.

Truly a devastating sight to behold.

Whether from extreme paranoia or instincts that he wishes he could ignore, Jimin never seems to shake the feeling that something is off about the older couple. He knows, of course, that they encapsulate everything awful about human beings, but he possesses no proof that they intend to commit any infractions against them throughout their stay. Still, that fails to cease the endless stress lingering over his head that alerts him to something being wrong.

He just can’t figure out what exactly evokes this gripping emotion deep inside of him, nor what it means for him and his little family.

With hyper vigilant instincts and an abundance of devotion for his mate and pup, Jimin watches.

Returning inside after gathering their household linens for a thorough wash, cleaning everything at once without pause, and hanging the articles on the line to dry, Jimin halts in the doorway with a crinkle in his eyebrows and an odd sensation crashing into him without warning. He cocks his head to the side before he ponders the sudden bout of emotion clutching him in its claws.

Silence.

After days and days, weeks and weeks, of being tortured by the non stop commotion of Jungkook’s parents, the quiet brings him nothing except deep rooted fear.

Only then does a loud thud echo through the air, Jungkook’s parents rushing out of their room to stand atop the staircase with their luggage grasped tightly in this hands, their feet coming to a screeching halt when they notice the omega planted in the entryway as he attempts to decipher the sight before him.

“We’re leaving this decrepit place and going back home where we belong!” Jungkook’s mother declares without prompting.

Something eerie settles in Jimin’s veins.

His lips purse into a pout, his heart kicks into a worryingly swift pace, and his eyes squint while he gazes around the room. Everything appears perfectly dandy without a speck of dust out of place, except…

The pup’s room.

Jimin doesn’t know how he knows, nor does he exactly understand his own drive in that moment, but a part of his being moves without his permission to hurry his feet across the house to the room designated for their pup. The tiny crack in the door where someone failed to shut it all the way causes him to thrust it fully open, absolutely positive that neither him or Jungkook entered into it in the past few weeks.

A guttural sense of devastation slams into him like a brick wall, the overwhelming urge to burst into tears narrowly remaining under lock and key, everything inside of him crying out in sheer abhorrence at what he finds in the safety of his precious pup’s room.

“Where is it?” Jimin screeches, feet rapidly pattering across the hardwood as he bolts to the living room to catch Jungkook’s parents before they can leave, his little hands balling into fists at his sides while his chest heaves up and down. “Where’s our money? How despicable can you be? You would steal from your own grandchild so shamelessly?”

“What on earth are you yapping about now, you whiny brat? How dare you accuse us of something we didn’t do? We don’t know anything about any money!” Jungkook’s fathers says so loudly that he practically shouts every word.

“I know you did it! You took our money that we’re saving for our pup! Where is it?” Jimin retorts with every ounce of fight inside of him.

“I thought you didn’t have any money? Isn’t that what you just told us?”

“You’re disgusting, horrible, sorry excuses of people and I hope you rot in hell!” Jimin screams at the top of his lungs, face red with rage and bubbling anger heating his veins. “Give me back our money!”

“Or what?” Jungkook’s mother asks, taunting and sinister, a chilling smirk on her lips.

“Or… Or I’ll make you!” Jimin shouts, breathless and irate, appalled by the turn of events after such an ordinary day.

“I’d like to see you try, bitch.” Jungkook’s mother says as she cackles under her breath, dark eyes glaring at Jimin’s face like he exists as scum under her shoe. “There ain’t a single thing you can do to stop us from taking what’s rightfully ours.”

“We’ll be on our way now. Enjoy yourselves out here with that little mutt in your belly. Don’t even think about coming after us.” Jungkook’s father supplies while he grabs their suitcases and attempts to hurry to the door.

“No!” Jimin shrieks, high pitched and guttural as he leaps after them. “Jungkook! Jungkook, come quick! Hurry! Jungkook!”

Jimin, perpetually determined even if it puts him in harm’s way, plants himself directly in the doorway to block their ability to leave, barreling down at them like he prepares to launch his body at them if they even dare to push their way out the door. He sucks in rapid, shuddering breaths and shakes from the cocktail of emotions and hormones boiling in his veins. His omega roars with the rage of a thousand suns, his most treasured duty to protect his pup springing alive inside of him.

“Move.” Jungkook’s mother commands with a chilling tone to her voice.

“No! Give me back our money and then you can go.” Jimin replies adamantly, not an ounce of fear lingering in his head.

“Now.”

“No!” Jimin says once more, mustering all the bravery inside of him to extend his hands and apprehend the edge of the suitcase in Jungkook’s father’s arm, tugging on it in an attempt to break it loose. “Give me my money!”

“Oh, you really want to play like this? Are you truly that childish? You better quit if you know what’s good for you.” Jungkook’s father growls in irritation, instantly pulling the luggage towards himself in retaliation.

The two of them battle for the suitcase, Jimin overtaken with desperation, disbelief, and stubbornness, an all out brawl ready to unfold with neither of them relenting in any way. Jungkook’s father grunts and frowns as he struggles to fling Jimin’s hands from the object, his mate even stepping in to pry the fellow omega’s fingers from the edge to release his grip. They stand there in the doorway of the home and fight for the money that Jungkook and Jimin saved for their pup.

“Alpha!” Jimin calls out in relief, feet sliding across the hardwood due to how aggressively he exerts all of his strength to grab the item in front of him.

“Jungkook—“

“I’m so glad that you’re here! Your omega has gone mad! Look at him—“ Jungkook’s mother screeches in feigned outrage, stepping back to widen her eyes and appear panicked.

In the blink of an eye, Jimin’s world unceremoniously crashes to the ground.

Literally.

When Jungkook steps into the house through the door behind Jimin, his father releases the suitcase that the omega pulls onto for dear life, a catastrophic decision that sends him tumbling to the ground without any way to protect himself from the violent fall.

All the air forcefully expels from his lungs as he lands on his behind on the harsh ground, narrowly avoiding hitting his belly with the floor or the suitcase flying across the room.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Jungkook roars in outrage, no hesitation in his movements before his hands fling up to grip his father by the collar, aggressively slamming him into the wall while simultaneously choking the life out of him with his own clothing. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you deranged? That’s my mate! And he’s fucking pregnant!”

“Jungkook! Jungkook, please, wait—“

“Shut the hell up!” Jungkook growls through harsh breaths, bashing his father’s head into the wall before he releases him altogether and rushes to the floor to Jimin’s side.

“Are you alright? Is everything okay? Did you hurt anything in the fall?” Jungkook’s words flow out in rapid succession.

“I’m okay.” Jimin answers quietly, gathering his wits about him after such a startling situation.

“What the hell is happening here?” Jungkook shouts into the eerily quiet space of their entryway, eyes darting to both of his parents who remain silent. “Tell me what on earth I just walked into!”

“They… They stole our pup’s money.” Jimin states truthfully, bottom lip quivering as he holds his belly and stares up at the offending bastards.

“Fuck you.” Jungkook spits out in a disarmingly calm voice, a disgusted look painting his features as his hands ball into fists at his sides. He swiftly rises to his feet once more and raises his hand to smack his father clear across the face. “I wish I could say I’m surprised, but I sure ain’t. Open your bags right fucking now. Open them! Every last one of ‘em.”

“Jungkook, son, he’s lying! We didn’t take anything! I don’t know what he’s talking about—“

“Either you open that shit and give me back every last dollar, or I’m doing it myself and sending you back home with not even the clothes on your goddamn back.” Jimin asserts as he glares his mother in the eyes.

Jimin sits on the porch as the open air flows freely around him, fingers tracing shapes on his belly while he rocks back and forth, gladly escaping from the chaos unfolding in their home. Both of Jungkook’s parents beg and plead, groveling on their knees for forgiveness for probably the first time in their lives. It undoubtedly falls on deaf ears, Jungkook forcing them to open every last item they have, including their pockets, to take back every single bit of money they tried to steal from their own grandchild.

Conflicting emotions swirl inside of him while he watches their carriage hurry off down the driveway for the last time for most likely the rest of their lives, simultaneously filled with relief, gripped by desolation, and terribly sad that it came to this.

At the end of the day, his little family remains safe and sound.

Nothing else matters.

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In the aftermath of the disastrous visit from Jungkook’s parents coming to an abrupt end, Jimin values the carefully curated tranquility of their personal slice of paradise more than he ever knew possible before everything unsightly unfolded.

Silence. Calmness. Peace.

He wakes in the morning without any worries hanging over his head except for dutifully caring for his little family. The gleaming rays of sunshine sparkle a bit brighter as he sits on the porch enjoying his steamy cup of deliciousness. Something about the air feels fresher when it fills his lungs, crisp and chilly now that fall moves in full swing. Every bite of food delights his taste buds to the utmost degree. The birds sing beautifully when he cleans their home to rid it of any evidence of the unfortunate event that occurred.

Life shines like a diamond when the dust settles and the heavy emotions gripping his heart dissipate, nearly moved to tears at the mere serenity of his wonderful life he appreciates so much.

“I suppose there ain’t much to tell if I’m being honest with you.” Taehyung states quietly while he stares off into the field next to the barn. “My story is probably nothing like you’re imagining in your head.”

“I’ve imagined a lot of scenarios.” Jimin admits without hesitation, grateful for the opportunity to hold this candid discussion after wondering for so long.

“Of course you have. I wouldn’t expect nothing less from you. Do you want to hear the real, boring truth of what happened?” Taehyung asks with a quirked eyebrow, demeanor serious and heavy even as he attempts to lighten the mood.

“Yes.” Jimin nods, planted on his behind on a soft patch of grass near the fence.

“I was young and foolin’ around with one of the rich boys from the nearby city. It’s real rare for a beta to get pregnant, but especially by another beta. Never even crossed my mind as something that could happen. Just woke up sick one day and it didn’t stop, so I went to the doctor.”

“That is extremely rare.” Jimin agrees, unsure how to contribute to the conversation in a meaningful way.

“I hid it for a while, kept working, pretended everything was fine. Obviously that didn’t work forever. I told the other father who told his parents and things kind of spiraled from there.” Taehyung adds after a pause, words soft and gruff, his hand idly working to shovel the dirt at his feet. “To be frank, they gave me an ultimatum. Let them raise the pup with all their money and resources and shit, or be completely on my own without any help whatsoever.”

“Oh. That… That’s an awful decision to have to make in a situation like that. I’m sorry.” Jimin whispers, taken aback by the scenario.

“It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I don’t regret giving him to them so that he can live a good life, even without me. He don’t want for a thing. They treat him good and make sure he’s going to become somebody worth a damn. I never could’ve done any of that on my own. Doubt we would’ve even survived a year or two.” Taehyung shrugs, chewing on his bottom lip while he ponders it for only a moment.

“I just hope that you’re happy, Taehyung.” Jimin replies with a lump in his throat, fiddling with his trousers as his heart aches terribly. “It must be difficult to not see your own pup much and have it grow up without you by its side.”

“I reckon I’m doing about as good as I can. Please, don’t feel sorry for me. That’s the last thing that I want. I made my choice and I stick by it.”

“You don’t need to worry about that from me, I promise.” Jimin utters as he gently smiles.

“Thank you for even caring enough to want to hear my story.”

Days inevitably blend together with an abundance of commotion outplaying nearly every moment, the disruption of Jungkook’s parents’ presence causing Jimin to lose all track of time. His eyes blow wide sigh surprise when he answers the front door to find the midwife staring directly at his face, a medical bag in her hand and a polite nod in his direction, a whole month somehow passing since their last interaction.

He would never even dream of uttering a complaint about the visit, merely shocked that the time for another check up rolls around so swiftly.

Obediently following every request that Yoona gives him, Jimin plops down onto the couch to receive a total examination of his physical health, allowing her to check his blood pressure, listen to his heartbeat and lungs, giving her free range to feel his belly, chest, and neck, and generally remaining plaint whenever she needs to touch him somewhere to ensure everything seems normal.

Any chance to ensure the health of his pup flings him over the moon with happiness, excitement bubbling in his tummy while he awaits news regarding the life nestled warmly inside of him.

“The pup is doing alright? Is everything okay? Are there any signs that we should be worried?” Jungkook questions in concern, tightly wrapping his arm around Jimin’s waist while he addresses the midwife.

“Everything is just fine as far as I can tell.” Yoona states confidently, staring down at her paperwork before she frowns. “Why? Have you been experiencing any worrying symptoms or noticing something out of the ordinary?”

“No, no. Nothing of that nature. I just… Well…”

“He had a bit of a fall the other day.” Jungkook states blankly, no beating around the bush.

“A fall?” Yoona repeats with impossibly wide eyes, her tone much higher than usual.

“I mostly landed on my bottom and didn’t hit my belly at all. It wasn’t that bad, mainly only knocked the wind out of me. Everything feels real normal and fine since it happened.” Jimin rambles out, almost as if he means to convince himself and everyone else.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Jimin. You should be additionally vigilant and careful as you get further along so that you protect your pup as best as you can. Not that I’m faulting you for the accident, of course.” The midwife states warmly, smiling when she expresses her thoughts, always assuaging any worries or concerns haunting Jimin’s mind. “Your pup seems perfectly healthy from my examination.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook grunts as a sigh of relief flees his body.

“Since you’re around six months pregnant, I reckon we’ll only have a couple more visits before the pup makes its arrival here with us. Next time, we can discuss the protocol for the birthing process and solidify your plans for delivery. Do you have anything further you need to address?”

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, balancing his weight on Jungkook’s knee to raise himself off the couch to walk Yoona to the door. “I think we’re good for now.”

“It was lovely to see you again. Take care of yourself. I’ll be back next month.” Yoona singsongs on her way to the porch.

“Thanks again!”

Above anything else about his quaint life that brings him utter happiness—the spacious home that he lives in, an abundance of land to appreciate however he chooses, delightful company surrounding him on both sides, enough resources and money to flourish without worry, everything he could possibly need at his fingertips—Jimin cherishes his little family so much that it makes him giddy, wracked with emotion when he ponders the circumstances of his existence.

He threatens to burst into a puddle of tears when the agonizing stress of being hounded by such relentless negativity finally fades away, hit with the realization that he never needs to suffer through that again.

Merely noticing the light returning to his alpha’s eyes and the lightness in his scent makes him endlessly grateful for the alone time without insufferable parents.

“I reckon we should think about the pup’s nursery now that it’s getting real close to time to finally meet it.” Jungkook states in a rich, deep voice, his strong arms wrapped protectively around Jimin as they tangle together on the couch after dinner. “Yoongi said that he started working on the furniture, so it won’t be too long until we have it.”

“What do you think about yellow?” Jimin questions thoughtfully.

“Yellow?”

“Yeah. It’s bright and light and pretty. How about we paint the walls yellow?” Jimin clarifies his intent, closing his eyes to envision the room in his mind.

“I’m alright with yellow, darlin’.” Jungkook states after a minute or two of deciding.

“The furniture will be light wood, the walls will be yellow, but what about everything else? Did you have any ideas about themes or color schemes?” Jimin wonders aloud, reaching to delicately tuck the alpha’s hair behind his ears.

“Hmm… Well… I kind of like the idea of having lots of colors around the room.” Jungkook answers honestly.

“Oh.” Jimin pauses his movements, opening his eyes to stare off at the pup’s bedroom door, a wealth of exciting images flashing through his head. “A colorful room sounds perfect!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Jimin nods vigorously before he turns to face his mate with wide, sparkling eyes.

“If you feel up to it, you can make some curtains to hang over the windows. Maybe we can get a rug, some toys, stuffed animals. I don’t know. A little bit of everything feels fitting for us and our pup, don’t you think?” Jungkook replies with a grumble from deep within his chest, the strength of his rich amber making it difficult to focus.

“I agree, definitely.” Jimin says as a pleased smile stretches across his lips.

“We can use a little bit of our money to get some stuff at the market soon, make a whole day of it. It’ll be nice to have it all sorted and not rush to finish it right when the pup is coming.”

“Do… Do we have enough money for that?” Jimin asks quietly, eyes darting down to the button on Jungkook’s shirt while he chews on his bottom lip.

“Sweetheart, we have more than enough money for anything that we want to buy. The success of the farm this year was better than I ever imagined, so we got plenty to get us through the next year without worrying one bit. You can rest your pretty head because our family will be well taken care of.” Jungkook declares proudly, beaming with delight when Jimin looks up, his chest puffing out and his teeth flashing in a grin.

“You’re the best alpha ever.” Jimin asserts without an ounce of doubt in his system, pulling himself up to smash their lips together in a passionate kiss. “Not… Not because of money.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks with a teasing tone, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“You do so much for me. And the pup, which isn’t even here yet. You work so hard, treat me well, give me everything I could need, and always make me feel loved. I mean… You even defended me from your own parents.” Jimin shudders as he remembers that intensely terrifying moment that happened only days ago.

“I would do it again a million times if I had to, baby. I’m just sorry I wasn’t there in the first place. You’re everything to me.”

“I love you so much and I can’t wait to raise a pup with you.” Jimin whispers sweetly, heart pounding when he scoots closer and closer until he climbs into his alpha’s lap. “We won’t be anything like your parents.”

“We sure as hell won’t.” Jungkook agrees, hands slipping lower on Jimin’s waist until they dip dangerously closer to his backside. “I love you more than anything.”

Notes:

shew, that was a rollercoaster! the most “angsty” chapter of the fic is over!! we made it through!

i was so glad to see that several of you guessed what was going to happen! i always wonder whether my foreshadowing and hints will be obvious enough hehe. things turned out fine in the end, just like i promised!!

thank you for sticking along and reading my story! i can’t believe we’re coming onto the final stretch :(

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Chapter 11: Milked

Notes:

Embers roar in the pit of Jimin’s belly when his brain first crawls to consciousness, the early morning sunlight barely creeping through their bedroom windows when he offers a lengthy sigh and several lethargic blinks in succession, all but devoured by the scorching heat that courses through his body from head to toe.

A breathy mewl rips from his lips the second a rough hand engulfs his cock in its embrace, already leaking from the tip and achingly hard.

Deliciously hot, wet lips suck on the sensitive spot just below his ear near his mating bite.

The omega throws his head back in a strangled moan, delightfully sated body exploding with bliss as he experiences the agonizingly slow slide of Jungkook’s cock into his gushing hole, stretching so painfully good that he feels his nerve endings fizzling away into obscurity from just the first thrust of his mate’s hips against his.

Slow, deep, perfect.

“Mornin’, pretty thing.” Jungkook rasps directly in his ear, bodies flush together as they lie on their sides, an arm slung over Jimin’s rounded belly to rub soothing circles in the tender flesh. “Always so soft and sweet when you first wake up.”

“F-Feels good.” Jimin whines in a broken, high-pitched voice, mind too blissfully empty to conjure up anything of substance.

“I know it does, sweetheart.” Jungkook replies with a throaty chuckle.

“More.” Jimin requests, unashamed as he moves his hips back to meet the impossibly slow glide of his alpha’s cock into his waiting heat. “More, please.”

“Mmm… Since you asked so nicely.”

Words escape Jimin’s overwhelmed mind when the gentle glide of Jungkook’s cock morphs into a harsher, more insistent rhythm that delves into the depths of his walls in a way that leaves him utterly breathless. The alpha thrusts into him like he means it, moving his hand to Jimin’s hip for purchase as his cock forages as far as it can reach, carving away space for himself in the tight heat of his body while he brings them both to the utmost pinnacle of pleasure.

“K-Knot… Want your knot, alpha. Please, need it. Knot me.” Jimin pleads in desperation, wound tight enough to shatter into a thousand pieces if his release doesn’t greet him soon enough.

“Just hold on for a little longer, darlin’. Almost there. So, so close.” Jungkook grunts into his ear, sucking a hot mark along the curve of his shoulder while he fucks into him with reckless abandon.

“Knot, knot, knot—“

“So fucking good for me, omega. Holy shit. Never want to do anything else. Keep you pupped and full and happy, stay in bed on my cock all day long. Fuck.” Jungkook rambles mindlessly, hammering into his mate over and over again while the bulbous flesh at the base of his cock steadily swells.

“Yes, yes. P-Please, alpha. Want it so badly. So close—“ Jimin whispers through a hiccup, reaching to urge the hand around his cock to grip him even tighter.

The two of them, of course, meet their ecstasy at the exact same time, never satisfied with any less than a joint explosion of pleasure where Jimin squeezes impossibly hard around the knot inside of him while both of their cocks shoot thick ropes of cum simultaneously.

Even as he grumbles about the sticky wetness coating his body a few minutes later, imploring his mate to carry him to the tub to wash off, Jimin imagines no greater morning than one precisely like this.

He whirlwinds his way around the kitchen to prepare them a quick, yet satisfying breakfast to fill their stomachs before they head out yonder on a mission, taking the initiative to also put together a basket of snacks for their carriage in case they grow hungry while away from home. Jungkook graciously scarfs down every bite, going as far as finishing off the omega’s plate since his appetite slightly wanes this early in the day.

“Do you remember what’s on our list?” Jungkook questions seriously as they bounce along the trail in the back of their carriage that transports them to town. “What do we need to buy for the pup and the nursery?”

“There’s a list?” Jimin all but screeches, eyes wide and heart racing in panic.

“No, that was a trick question.” Jungkook flashes him a devilish smirk, far too proud of himself for Jimin’s liking.

“Don’t do that to me! I thought I misremembered our entire conversation or somehow forgot that we had a list of things to buy. We never really said everything that we want to get, I don’t reckon.” Jimin adds thoughtfully, clinging tightly to his mate’s side as they approach the center of town.

“You’re right, darlin’. We don’t need no lists or anything because we can get anything our hearts desire. If we see it and we want it, let’s buy it.”

“Are you sure? Real, real sure? Can we afford that kind of mindset?” Jimin asks with hesitation.

“I didn’t work my ass off this summer for nothing. We can buy every last thing we want and still have plenty left over for next year. Trust me, I already put some away for living expenses before we even discussed saving the rest for the pup.” Jungkook explains in his calm and calculated manner, skillfully parking the carriage and managing the horses, always returning to Jimin’s side to help him however he can.

“Give me a minute, please.” Jimin huffs out, swallowing thickly when he pauses to sit back on the carriage bench and collect himself. “I’m feeling a little sick from the ride.”

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks with knitted brows and a frown pulling on his lips.

“I’m okay. Just need a second to let my stomach stop churning. I think my morning sickness is acting up again.” Jimin tips his head back, closes his eyes, breathes through his mouth, and allows his body to rest before he even attempts to climb out of the carriage onto the dirt.

“Good?” Jungkook asks in his gruff voice, reaching out to cup the omega’s puffy cheek while he stares intensely into his eyes.

“Good.” Jimin nods, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of the alpha’s wrist when he pulls away.

Traipsing up and down the wooden pathways that outline the buildings offers the two of them a sense of comfortable familiarity after following this exact routine several times now, able to navigate through the abundant crowds of people without issue as they stroll through the connected buildings to find the necessities they seek for their pup. A plethora of shops display colorful, bright, patterned items for that exact purpose, drawing them in and enacting a discussion regarding whether they truly want to purchase what they see.

Despite Jungkook’s declaration of financial security, asserting they can buy whatever their hearts desire without worrying about being able to afford it, neither of them recklessly spend or apprehend every little thing that catches their eye.

Instead, they consider the usefulness of the item, how it would look in their nursery, and whether they actually need it to any degree.

As the colder weather creeps forward to bring a sense of deja vu from when they first moved to this town almost a year ago, Jimin appreciates the opportunity to cling to his alpha’s side while they travel around to prepare for the impending arrival of their lovely bundle of joy. They laugh at the stupidest things, tangle their fingers together when the crowds become unbearable, smile until their faces hurt, and spend hours imagining their pup with the items they end up buying.

All around a wonderful day from the moment it starts.

“We got a white rug for the floor so the pup can move without falling on the hardwood, a couple of buckets of yellow paint for the walls, fabric for you to sew up some curtains for the windows, far more outfits than the pup could ever wear, and several different things like toys and stuffed animals.” Jungkook rattles off their accumulative haul thus far, pursing his lips while he recalls everything they purchased. “What are we missing?”

“I don’t suppose the pup needs much more than that, but there are some necessities we should get that are nowhere near as fun.” Jimin says as he stares off down the square, endlessly entertained by the various people out and about.

“Like what?”

“Bottles, cloths, a few blankets for swaddling, diapers, that kind of thing.” Jimin answers with what immediately comes to mind.

“Then I reckon we better get going.” Jungkook states with a toothy grin.

“Let’s make it quick ‘cause I’m starting to get hungry.” Jimin retorts, one hand on rubbing his belly while the other loops in the crook of Jungkook’s elbow, the incessant rumbling of his stomach becoming too much to tolerate. “Lunch at the inn sounds delicious right about now.”

“As you wish.” Jungkook grunts through a nod, pulling the omega close before heading back down the pathway to the shops.

While they certainly grab everything they think they could possibly need once the pup arrives—from playful things like toys to more pressing matters such as cloth diapers—both of them possess no issues with indulging in their whims every once in a while, grabbing stuff that simply makes their hearts happy when they picture owning it in their own home.

The shopping goes by without a hitch, even stopping to load up on some additional canning jars, lids, and vinegar for when they process the rest of their remaining crops in the pantry, unable to resist picking up a few food items at the market.

Seldom do they receive the opportunity to merely enjoy themselves in town without a pressing agenda or a lofty schedule awaiting them back on the farm.

Needless to say that both of them absolutely adore the lighthearted, effortless time together.

“Chocolate cake?” Jungkook questions with raised eyebrows that shoot into his hairline, glaring at Jimin from across the table when he hears the statement leaving his mate’s lips. “You want to eat chocolate cake for lunch? Are you yanking my chain, darlin’? You looked at the whole menu and only saw the desserts?”

“But it sounds so good!” Jimin whines, mouth watering as he envisions the decadent richness of the cake in his mind’s eye.

“How about you get you something somewhat filling and nutritious first? Then you can have as much cake as you want.” Jungkook offers as a compromise, scanning over the day’s menu once more.

“Hmm… Okay!”

“I think that’ll be better for both you and the pup, especially after you’ve been feeling a bit queasy today.” Jungkook comments thoughtfully, shooting the omega a sweet smile.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Jimin nods in agreement as he wraps his hands around the swell of his belly and smiles down at his pup.

Both of them order a bowl of hearty, thick stew rife with humongous chunks of beef, a plethora of vegetables, spicy broth, and slices of freshly baked bread alongside it. With the chilly weather seeping in through the cracks of the wooden building and the fireplace across the room, the dish provides a perfect amount of warmth to fulfill their souls after a lengthy day of spending time together to shop for their pup.

Jimin, of course, saves enough room in his stomach for the mind-boggling slice of cake that he wants so terribly he might die, graciously offering his alpha several bites along the process of shoveling it into his gullet as quickly as humanly possible.

“At least we can reuse a lot of the stuff we bought as long as we take good care of everything.” Jimin whispers breathily, his eyes closed and his head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder while they trek the path home in their carriage. “We won’t have to buy nearly as much when we have the next pup.”

“The… The next pup?” Jungkook chokes out in a strangled voice.

“Yeah. We agreed on two, didn’t we?” Jimin questions with a furrowed brow, slightly drunk off the sweetness still lingering in his system.

“We did, sweetheart. I guess I wasn’t thinking that far ahead yet. We still got to make it through this one first.” Jungkook says quietly, turning his head to place a loving kiss on the omega’s forehead.

“I just can’t wait to meet them.”

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The ordinary flow of life invigorates Jimin’s soul infinitely more now that he understands his tremendous luck to live such a peaceful and fruitful existence with his wonderful mate by his side, thrilled with the simplicity of his happy slice of heaven even when he only completes his chores or cooks in the kitchen.

Nothing ever goes unappreciated after seeing firsthand how some people—like Jungkook’s parents—rot to the core until it engulfs every drop of humanity inside them.

Crisp, chilly weather, waning sunlight, and amber hues all gradually prepare to dwindle away in order to welcome the first slivers of winter to the world, the inhabitants of this section of the earth enjoying their last month or so of somewhat tolerable conditions before the true torture begins. They till the fields to fertilize them, sit out in the breeze on blankets, adventure on a last hiking trip, fortify the animals’ shelters, and soak up what remaining sunlight they receive.

“Are you sure I’m not crushing your legs, alpha?” Jimin questions as softly as the petal of a rose, overwhelmed with contentment while he sits in Jungkook’s lap on the porch while they welcome the sunrise.

“I’m sure.” Jungkook grunts succinctly.

“Okay.” Jimin nods ever so slightly, warmth pooling in his chest and belly, sucking down deep breaths of amber until it engulfs him whole. “Good.”

A few minutes of utter silence pass where neither of them offers any semblance of intelligent conversation, satisfied with rocking back and forth while they cherish the delight of shared company, Jungkook’s hands protectively wrapped around the omega’s belly to cradle their pup in his capable hands.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Jungkook states directly in his ear, crooking his neck just enough to capture Jimin’s lips in a hot, wet kiss that leaves him breathless so early in the morning.

“I love you too.” Jimin beams, sparkles in his eyes when he meets his mate’s dark gaze.

“How about you take it easy today and just let yourself relax? Hmm? Do you think you can do that?” Jungkook utters in the most intoxicating, rumbling voice that Jimin’s ears ever received the blessing of hearing. “I reckon our friends will be showing up later, so don’t you worry about nothing except spending time with them.”

“Oh! We’re getting a visit today? You mean it?”

“Sure are. Yesterday Yoongi and Namjoon came over to ask if they could stop by to check out the farm now that we’re closing up for the season. I told ‘em to bring their families too and just make a day out of it. Figured you might like that a lot.” Jungkook explains with a handsome smile, fingers circling lower to the underside of Jimin’s belly to send a tingle down his spine.

“Yes! That’s perfect! I’ve been missing them lately and wanting to see them! I’m so excited!” Jimin squeals at the news, darting forward to deliver a harsh kiss to his alpha’s lips.

“I thought you might say that.” Jungkook says proudly, no rush to head out into the fields even as the sun hangs higher in the sky.

Absolute jubilation overtakes Jimin’s body as he prepares for the arrival of their dearest friends, bouncing from foot to foot while he flings from one room to another, unable to sit down for longer than a few minutes before the excitement surmounts into something impossible to ignore. He attends to his chores with renewed vigor, refusing to allow his rounded belly to prohibit him from accomplishing everything on his agenda.

Once he successfully finishes everything on the top of his list, he decides to survey their abundant pantry to choose the menu for the crowd of guests that will sit around the table to share a meal with them.

He never imagined he would love hosting this much.

Flitting around with sparks in his belly and hope bubbling in his throat, Jimin dutifully prepares everything for their steadily approaching presences. He cleans the vegetables, chops them for the snack plate, and wraps them to preserve the food for later. The canned goods needed for the meal sit on the counter, everything splayed out to provide easy access when the time comes. Their most gorgeous floral tablecloth and dining ware resides on the table to ensure their home impresses.

Namjoon and Yoongi pop onto the property first, offering Jimin bright smiles and kind waves when they trail across the yard to join Taehyung and Jungkook on the farm.

The omega wraps himself in the fur that Jungkook gifted him when they first joined together nearly a year ago, happily sitting on the front porch to breathe in the fresh air while he works on knitting together a blanket for the pup’s crib, an embarrassingly big smile stretching across his face as he patiently awaits his friends’ arrival.

“Mimi!” Miyoung screeches, voice high pitched and ear piercing when it rings in the quiet air. “Mama! Mimi! Mama, mama! Mimi!”

“I see him, honeypie! Are you excited? Yeah? Are you excited to see Jimin again? Go and say hi!” Seokjin replies in his lilting, gentle voice while his youngest pup flails wildly in his arms due to the sheer amount of happiness inside of her.

“Hi! It’s so nice to see you again!” Jimin says brightly, opening his arms to allow the pup to squeeze him in a hug.

“Hi, Mimi!”

“At least tell him hi before you run off and wreak havoc in his yard! We raised you with manners, so show it! Be good if you ever want them to invite us back again.” Seokjin preemptively chides his other pups, a chorus of greetings echoing around them when they offer a quick bow before running off through the yard.

Jimin waddles across the porch to fling open the front door and usher everyone inside, nervous anticipation, tingling thrill, and unabashed joy coagulating in his veins to leave his heart racing, already overwhelmed with such a nice occurrence that he grows to appreciate more and more each time he spends with his fellow neighbors.

Seokjin and Hoseok take their seats on the couch to enjoy the warmth of the fire while Jimin retrieves a freshly brewed pot of tea to heal their souls.

The approaching meal time looms over his head as he ponders the multitude of tasks to accomplish to serve the food on the table in time to avoid everyone dying of hunger, but he pushes those demands to the side for now to sit with them and engage in conversation before he thrusts himself into his work. Having guests brings a bright lightness to their home and fills it with delightful energy that makes goosebumps settle across his skin. He absolutely loves it.

“There was a man down yonder that lost his whole house in a fire a couple days ago. Whole thing just burst into flames when he was out in town. I couldn’t believe my eyes when we drove by and ain’t a single thing not in the gigantic pile of ash.” Hoseok says with an empathetic sigh.

“Oh! I think I saw that! The smoke cloud was real, real big and dark when I looked outside.” Jimin replies in turn, gasping at the realization.

“Us too! Namjoon went down to check it out when he first noticed it, but it was already too big for them to do anything to salvage the situation. Such a sad thing to go through. He don’t got no way to build himself a new house with how old he is.” Seokjin explains as he frowns and knits his brows, lackadaisically keeping an eye on Miyoung as she runs around.

“Moral of the story is to put out your fires before you leave the house because it happens in the blink of an eye.” Hoseok states firmly, his blueberry scent light and sweet.

“Do… Do you ever worry about her accidentally walking into the fire? Or… Or tripping and burning her fingers or something? What if she grabs ahold of the gate and gets hurt?” Jimin wonders aloud, eyes wide and heart twitching, a new found fear heavy on his shoulders.

“Ah, sweet boy.” Seokjin mutters under his breath, turning to Jimin with a gentle smile and his refreshing aloe vera scent. “I reckon I don’t stop worrying a single moment in my darn life. You just get used to always being alert and concerned and afraid. That’s part of being a parent to these precious pups.”

“I see.” Jimin nods in understanding.

After what only feels like a handful of minutes of fellowshipping with his closest omega friends, Jimin forces himself to flit around the kitchen to start the meal he prepared for this event. He occasionally steps into the living room to comment on the discussion at hand or make an off topic remark, eyeing the food to ensure he cooks everything to absolute perfection. Hardly a few seconds after he finishes cooking, everyone piles in through the front door.

“Wow.” Jungkook whispers in his ear, hands wrapping around the omega’s waist and sending a shockwave of delight across his body. “This looks wonderful, baby. You’re such an amazing cook.”

“Thank you, alpha.” Jimin preens, beaming from head to toe with pride.

“Why don’t you go on ahead and take a seat? I’ll carry these dishes to the table since you already did all the hard work. Don’t want you accidentally pouring something hot on yourself or getting hurt.” Jungkook suggests kindly, a much appreciated sentiment since the huge serving dishes were admittedly bringing him pause.

The adults crowd around the table to assume their spots next to one another while the pups sit on the floor in the living room to use the coffee table as their makeshift dining area. It works out perfectly, a raucous flow of noises echoing off the walls without cease. Someone always needs to make a joke, toss in a heated comment, guffaw obnoxiously loud at something unfunny, or scoff in denial at a shocking statement they hear. Jimin and Jungkook’s home bursts with signs of life.

“Do you think you’re all prepared for the winter?” Yoongi questions quietly, staring across the table at Jungkook.

“I sure hope so. We done chopped lots of wood, fortified the animal pens, tilled the fields, and all that kind of thing. I keep thinking I’m forgetting something, though.” Jungkook answers honestly as he shovels food into his mouth.

“Is there anything extra we need to do since the pup is going to be born in the cold season?” Jimin asks nervously, constantly worrying over it.

“As long as you got your fire, water, food, and shelter, you should be right as rain.” Namjoon declares confidently.

“Not to mention that you got neighbors on both sides that’ll help you with whatever you need if an issue arises. Just pop on over and we’ll get you sorted out.” Seokjin adds in with a smile, feeding his youngest pup from his plate while he talks.

“All you need to worry about is getting your pup here healthy and happy.” Hoseok asserts next.

“And I’ll be here to help y’all with anything and everything you need, pup included. I can go get stuff or bring it over for you. I’m going to be here all the time anyway, so I reckon you’re plenty sorted for when that finally happens.” Taehyung says directly to Jimin, eyes boring into his from across the table.

“Thank you all so much. It makes me feel much better to know that we have you here if any problems might happen.” Jimin retorts with a lump in his throat, valiantly holding back his emotions to save himself from embarrassment.

“That’s what friends are for!” Namjoon declares adamantly, bright and kind like always.

With supper successfully finished, everyone’s bellies full enough to rupture and the mates in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, Jimin practically races to the nursery to show the extent of the decorating process so far, more than excited to display the thoughtfulness and hard work they put into creating a pretty space for their pup.

Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok easily follow along to view what Jimin intends to show them, not disappointing with their reactions when they step into the space to find a bright yellow, colorful landscape surrounding them.

“Oh, goodness! This is such a nice room! You did an amazing job!” Seokjin exclaims with a gasp, eyes flitting from one corner to the other while he attempts to absorb everything around him.

“I love it so much!” Taehyung gushes as his mouth drops open in shock. “Ain’t nobody told me you were going all out like this!”

“What a precious nursery! Look at all the little details you put for the pup! I might just fall over and die from how cute this is!” Hoseok squeals loudly, bouncing around with joy and trying to discover each touch the couple added to the room.

“Thank you, thank you! I’m so happy that you like it! We sat down to give it a lot of thought before we actually designed everything. I reckon it turned out even better than I expected, so now I’m real eager for the pup to get here so we can use it.” Jimin explains, a gigantic smile beaming off his face, unable to hold back his immense happiness.

“Once we have the pup shower and give you the furniture, it’ll be complete!” Hoseok says decisively, fingers tracing along the chest by the wall.

“Pup shower?” Jimin repeats breathily, furrowing his eyebrows when he turns to Hoseok. “What’s a pup shower?”

“You’ve never been to a pup shower?” Taehyung questions with wide eyes.

Jimin shakes his head.

“Yes! That makes this so much better! Now I’m even more excited!” Seokjin screeches, high pitched and piercing, scooping Miyoung into his arms before he rushes across the room to stand directly in front of Jimin. “A pup shower is a little party that people throw for someone who’s about to have a pup! We’ll eat lots of good food, play games, talk about parenting, and give helpful gifts for the expecting parent.”

“Oh.” Jimin breathes out, stumped by the idea of such a celebration.

“We’ll be doing yours in a couple of weeks so you can have time to put everything away and organize it how you want before you get too pregnant to want to move anymore.” Hoseok explains kindly.

“I don’t even know what to say. I wasn’t expecting this at all. I… I just… T-Thank you.” Jimin utters as the emotion in his throat threatens to devour him whole.

“You sweet thing! You don’t need to thank us at all. We’re happy to celebrate your first pup with you.” Seokjin states without an ounce of hesitation, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder in an affectionate gesture of friendship.

“He’s right.” Taehyung nods in agreement.

They lollygag around the nursery for a while longer, no hurry to leave when they can walk around and discuss whatever comes to mind, Namjoon and Seokjin’s older pups occasionally running into the room to tattle on each other for something wholly ridiculous. All four of them merely enjoy the time of shared company without any obligations or responsibilities on their shoulders.

Before they know it, the sun begins to sink lower and lower in the sky until it threatens to dip below the horizon in the distance and signify the end of the day.

Though he loathes to spend the last bit of time with those he cherishes most in the world, Jimin resides so filled to the brim with joy, happiness, thrill, and appreciation that he thinks he might melt into a pile on the floor if he doesn’t find the chance to decompress and contemplate everything he experienced throughout the course of the day.

“Thank you for having us over!” Seokjin exclaims with a dazzling smile stretching across his lips, effectively rounding up their pups to herd them towards their property. “I’ll be seeing you again real soon!”

“Bye!” Jimin shouts after him, waving enthusiastically.

“I sure hope the kids weren’t too much of a pain in the ass. At a certain point they just turn into a hive mind and wreak havoc on the world no matter how much we try to control them.” Namjoon states in jest, offering both Jimin and Jungkook a nod of acknowledgment before he trails after his family.

“They were perfectly behaved.” Jimin replies, only lying a little.

“See you at the pup shower, Jimin! Thank you for inviting us over and feeding us!” Hoseok says after squeezing him in a gentle hug.

“Take care!” Jungkook announces, bidding them goodbye.

Complete and utter exhaustion hangs over every inch of the omega’s body, dragging his tired feet against the floor as he moves towards the living room at a snail’s pace. He all but collapses on the couch, no motivation to enact any semblance of productivity, content to rot away into a pile of nothingness until he can crawl into bed with his mate.

“I’m so happy that we met them.” Jimin whispers sweetly, knees tucked beneath him as he burrows himself into his alpha’s side. “It just makes our whole experience here even better.”

“I agree.” Jungkook grunts roughly, hands unable to refrain from clutching Jimin’s delicate body everywhere he can reach.

“I would be happy with me and you and our pups, but having friends like this is something I never even imagined. It’s the greatest. We’re real, real, real lucky.” Jimin whispers into the crook of Jungkook’s neck, rubbing his nose over the sensitive flesh of his scent gland to breathe in lungfuls of delicious amber.

---

Though they deliberately choose not to verbally engage in any discussions about the multitude of changes occurring to Jimin’s body throughout the duration of his pregnancy, swiftly barreling into the seventh month while only ever mentioning his physical form in the throes of intimate moments in which they acknowledge the wonders of his full figure, the ways in which he flourishes to accommodate their steadily growing pup remain glaringly apparent to both of them.

Stretch marks line the sides of his rounded belly and his thick thighs. His feet swell until they hardly fit into his shoes any longer. An effervescent glow radiates from his skin at all hours of the day. The thickness of his fingers becomes even more egregious than before, already exacerbated by their tiny lengths.

In essence, nearly every aspect of him changes in some way, merely a part of the process that everyone comes to accept along the way.

His breasts, however…

They exist as the only thing that brings him any sort of hesitation regarding his pregnant body.

A gradual change that occurred over the course of several months, only slightly growing bigger each month until he looks down to find a full handful hanging from his chest. The weight of them, how they smack against his skin if he runs, the darkening of his areolas, an increased sensitivity, he adjusts to them in stride and becomes used to having breasts.

His milk supply abruptly making its presence known brings about an entirely new set of hurdles to jump over.

Writing off the surmounting ache and increased sensation of pressure in the depths of his chest that lasts for a few days means that he ignores what the symptoms might mean, shocked beyond belief when he feels something wet against his front and finds tiny, milky droplets leaking from his nipples.

Even if he attempts to deal with the wealth of emotions that race through his veins, giving himself a pep talk about the miracle of pregnancy, addressing it with Jungkook proves increasingly difficult.

“Do you find pregnancy gross?” Jimin questions nervously, fingers fiddling with the blanket around his waist as he sits in his alpha’s lap.

“Huh?” Jungkook releases a stunted breath. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s just… If you really think about it, all manner of nasty things happen along the way. Amniotic fluid gushing out when the water breaks, bleeding everywhere, pushing out the afterbirth, puking all the time. It’s gross, right?”

“It’s natural.” Jungkook states succinctly.

“I reckon two things can be true. It can be nasty and natural at the same time.” Jimin counters, refusing to let this go.

“Are you joshing me, baby?” Jungkook asks after a moment of silence, shifting the omega in his lap when he leans over towards the side table. “I need to turn on this damn light and see—“

“No!” Jimin exclaims with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Why the hell not? I need to see your face when we’re having such a ridiculous conversation.”

“There, uh… T-There’s something I want to talk about. Or… Or show you, I suppose. I got something I need to discuss and I don’t want you to see me yet.” Jimin answers as nerves bubble in his throat, thankful for the darkness that cloaks his body and hides away his new found self consciousness.

“Hmm…” Jungkook hums, falling back against the headboard like before, the sudden tension in his muscles apparent as his amber scent spikes with worry. “Okay.”

“Alpha…” Jimin mutters breathlessly, heart pounding as he musters the courage to speak again. “Will you give me your hands?”

Everything inside of the omega threatens to disintegrate into ash when Jungkook offers him a throaty grunt, slowly moving his hands from their place at Jimin’s hips to tangle them with his own that hover in the air between them. Not for the first time, he reminds himself that this is his mate. Jungkook put the pup in his belly. Shame harbors no place in such a loving, caring relationship.

“Darlin’, I truly mean this in the nicest way possible, but I’ve had my hands on these things more times than I can count.” Jungkook states in bewilderment, touch hot and consuming where he cups Jimin’s rounded, swollen breasts.

“I know that.” Jimin huffs, fighting to keep his breathing even. “There’s more to it than that.”

“Alright, alright.” Jungkook says gruffly.

“Do… Do you feel that? It’s kind of… R-Right there. Can you get what I’m talking about? It’s a little—“

“Wet.” Jungkook chokes out without warning, pinching the tender nipples between his thumb and index fingers like the omega guides him to, droplets of milk springing out in response. “It’s wet.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“M-Milk.” Jimin whispers, words heavy on his tongue when he allows them to grace the air.

This time, when Jungkook leans over to flicker on the lamp beside him, Jimin finds no time to react or halt his actions, audibly gasping when the blinding brightness shines directly into his eyes. He reflexively attempts to cover himself, hands flying up to shield his leaking body from Jungkook’s eyes. His alpha refuses to let that happen.

“My milk came in real early.” Jimin says bashfully, cheeks ablaze with embarrassment as Jungkook intensely gazes at his fat breasts. “I… I guess.”

“What does it feel like? Does it hurt? Are you bothered by it?” Jungkook wonders aloud.

“Mainly just heavy. I wouldn’t say it hurts, but it does ache a little. Keep feeling this pressure building up. More sensitive too.” Jimin explains to the best of his ability, looking down at Jungkook’s chest to avoid his harsh stare.

Silence.

Almost worryingly quiet.

For what feels like an eternity, Jungkook remains utterly still and says not a single word.

“Forgive me if I bring you any discomfort with this question, but… Can I taste it?” Jungkook asks in such a low voice that it hardly sounds like himself anymore.

“Oh.” Jimin releases a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

The world ceases its motions when the cogs turn in Jimin’s head to process the request so politely proposed by his mate, such an unimaginable situation never existing in his mind when he decided to reveal his newest physical circumstances to Jungkook, struggling to make any sort of logical sense of the tension hanging between them and the primal want bleeding from the alpha’s dark eyes.

As much as the idea brings a fiery blush to his cheeks, makes his tummy all hot and tight, and forces his heart into a worryingly quick speed, Jimin can conjure no reasons to reject the proposition and finds himself embarrassingly intrigued as well.

“O-Okay.”

Jungkook’s scorching hands trail around to the bare flesh of the omega’s back, splaying wide when he pulls him closer to allow unfettered access to what he desires, eyes transfixing on the beads of milk that encircle the tip of his nipple, refusing to look away for a single second when he repeated opens and closes his mouth.

For all of Jimin’s shame and contemplation, his mate appears quite the contrary with nothing but wonder and want in his eyes.

With no further discussion or concerns regarding permission, Jungkook dives forward to capture the entirety of Jimin’s nipple in his sweltering, wet mouth. He fully attaches himself from the first try, surprisingly adept even in a precarious situation such as this, managing to suckle on the nub with varying degrees of strength until he successfully pulls milk into his waiting mouth. The tension and pressure release the tiniest bit, providing Jimin with a foreign, oddly satisfying sensation from the depths of his chest.

“Sweet.” Jungkook grunts roughly, voice low and gravelly, fingertips obsessed with pinching the tip of his breast to watch milk drip out. “Not too much, but just enough.”

“Y-Yeah?” Jimin replies breathily, arching his back into the stimulation.

“Tastes good. Tastes sweet and mild and like you. Does it hurt when I drink it?”

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, dizzy from the suffocating strength of amber washing over him from head to toe. “F-Feels… Feels good, kind of. Relieves the pressure. Not so heavy.”

“Let me try this side as well.” Jungkook says before he dives in suck at the other breast.

Obedient and pliant as ever, perpetually happy to let his mate have his way with him, Jimin sits still and allows Jungkook to attach his mouth to his other nipple to swallow down the menial amount of milk inside of him. Shuddering breaths puff from his lips while the experience tumbles over him, gasping when he shifts his hips forward to find such undeniable hardness growing beneath him.

“Do… Do you like this?” Jimin questions with incredulity in his tone, eyes wide when he meets his alpha’s gaze. He can hardly believe that not only does Jungkook not find the whole thing gross, he actively likes it a lot.

“You’re my mate.” Jungkook states blankly, hands sinking lower to grip Jimin’s hips. “I like anything and everything that has to do with you, sweetheart.”

Truthfully, Jimin doesn’t know how exactly it happens, floating in the clouds in a daze while his hazy mind experiences such a surreal situation, but he somehow finds himself sinking onto Jungkook’s thick, lengthy cock guided by the pull of their own bodies, everything wet and messy and hot with too many avenues of sensations happening simultaneously.

His alpha empties him of all the milk contained in his chest, yet that doesn’t stop him from devoting his attention solely to the swollen mounds of flesh hanging from his body.

“A-Alpha.” Jimin whines, high pitched and needy, wildly rutting forward to bring himself pleasure because his thighs ache too much to continue bouncing up and down. “You… Your teeth—“

“Mhm.” Jungkook hums, scraping them over the sensitive flesh before he lightly nips at the side of the omega’s breast.

“Hurts.”

“M’sorry, baby. Just can’t help myself. So fucking pretty like this. Want to eat you up.” Jungkook says through a growl, apparently not apologetic enough to hold himself back from leaving blooming purple marks covering his mate’s chest. “My teeth itch so bad when I’m looking at you all full and round and soft.”

“You c-can.” Jimin mumbles with a nod, leaning forward to rest his elbows on Jungkook’s torso. “Not too hard, please.”

“My sweet, sweet omega.”

When Jimin’s impatience surmounts into something intolerable, gripping him from the inside out as the sparks in his gut only become hotter and hotter to the point that it burns to neglect his need, pleas falling from his lips as he implores his alpha to tend to him like he so deeply craves, Jungkook maintains a bruising grasp on his hips while he thrusts his massive cock into him just the way he likes.

The depravity of the circumstances fades away when blinding pleasure courses through his veins, unable to feel shame for anything when such consuming bliss ravages every cell in his body.

Nothing else matters at that moment.

He fully submits himself to the whims of their souls, eternally intertwined with a soul-gratifying connection that thrives between them, deriving pleasure just from knowing that his alpha desires him in this way too. With milk staining Jimin’s bruised, bitten breasts and wetness dribbling down Jungkook’s chin, neither of them harbor any qualms about the debaucherous actions they committed together.

“I reckon that answers my question, huh?” Jimin whispers as he attempts to catch his breath, collapsing into the bed now that Jungkook maneuvered them onto their sides to accommodate the length of his knotting.

“I suppose it does.” Jungkook chuckles, peppering affectionate kisses all over Jimin’s heated face. “Nothing about you could ever be gross to me, trust me on that.”

“Love you, alpha.”

“I love you so much, darlin’.” Jungkook replies softly, voice rumbling from within his chest to bring the omega absolute delight.

---

Standing nervously outside of Hoseok and Yoongi’s quaint home—bouncing back and forth on his already aching feet, the fabric of his flowy trousers brushing over his ankles, anxiously clutching the tremendous swell of his belly—an immense sense of trepidation washes over Jimin, reluctant to part from his alpha’s side even when he knows he will thoroughly enjoy himself at his pup shower.

“Go on ahead, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps low and deep into the shell of Jimin’s ears. “I’ll be just over yonder if you need anything.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jimin nods obediently, crooking his neck to rub their scent glands together.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“I could never.” Jimin declares with a content smile, immediately lamenting his mate’s presence when he steps back to allow distance between them. “I’ll miss you too much.”

“Better get in the house before your friends come to drag you inside.” Jungkook asserts as he chuckles.

Somehow, despite the fact that he has not even an inkling of how a pup shower typically happens, it meets all of his expectations the moment he steps through the front door to welcome himself into Hoseok and Yoongi’s humble abode.

An array of chaos.

Several pups run rampant through the living room to race past Jimin and dart out the door. Miyoung wails at the top of her lungs while she stands in the corner of the room. Various scents and smells swirl in the air to leave his nose confused over what he should focus on first. A group of people crowd around the cramped kitchen while they stare at a pot on the stove. Laughing, shouting, talking, and random shuffling echoes off the walls to create a cacophony of noises.

“Jimin!” Hoseok shouts excitedly, everyone in the room turning to glare at him in an instant, the sudden attention making him shy. “You’re here!”

“Well, yeah. It’s my pup shower, ain’t it? I reckon I got to show up.” Jimin states in amusement, stock still in the middle of the living room while he adjusts to the change in environments.

“Welcome in! I’m so glad to see you again! Feel free to grab a seat because I know your feet must be absolutely killing you right about now!” Hoseok says as he smiles big and bright, rushing over to signal him to a spot on the end of the couch.

“How’d you know?” Jimin asks sarcastically.

“Oh, I’ve only heard Seokjin complain about it a thousand times at this point.”

“Hey! You watch your mouth or I’ll wash it out with soap! I’ll have you know I’ve never complained about nothing a day in my life!” Seokjin retorts defensively, aloe vera incredibly strong when he strolls into the living room to join them. “How are you today, sweetie?”

“I’m as good as I can be.” Jimin answers honestly, shrugging.

“You look exactly the same as you did this morning.” Taehyung says in jest, waving at him as he walks into the room.

“The tea is done! I just pulled it off the heat to—“ Someone familiar pops into view from the frame of the kitchen and completely takes Jimin by surprise, a few seconds passing before he realizes exactly why he sort of recognizes the woman in front of him. “Oh! Hello! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

“Sunhee?” Jimin breathes out in shock, reflexively clutching his chest in reaction.

“Yes! It’s me! Your belly has gotten so much bigger! It looks like you’re about to pop any minute now.” Sunhee says with a pretty smile, tucking her long hair behind her ear before she puts the tray in her hands on the coffee table.

“Please, don’t jinx it. That little rascal needs to stay inside for another month at least.” Seokjin declares firmly.

“Wow… This really is a party, huh?” Jimin utters aloud, deeply touched by the turn of events.

Jimin swiftly learns that pup showers hold no specific expectations or rules regarding the manner in which people conduct them. They possess no guidelines to follow and certainly no timetable that dictates when they enact certain aspects of the party. A free spirited get together of sorts that allows them to fellowship together in the name of celebrating the wonderful blessing of bringing a precious life into the world.

They mostly congregate in the living room conversing about a million different topics at once, everyone contributing their own inputs as they rapidly flit from one discussion to another.

As expected with Seokjin and Hoseok, it hardly requires any time at all before they jump at the chance to eat something delicious.

All kinds of dishes sprawl across the dining table for them to serve themselves whatever their hearts desire, preparing a mish-mash of foods that they can easily enjoy without being too formal and serious for the light hearted occasion. Little sweets and pastries, savory finger foods, quick things to grab that need no effort to shove into their mouths. Jimin never really eats like this, but he highly enjoys the freedom involved.

“I apologize in advance if this is inappropriate to ask, but have you ever tried to have a pup before? Is that something that you’re interested in?” Jimin wonders aloud, timid and apprehensive, his curiosity getting the best of him. “You don’t got to answer if that’s a touchy subject.”

“I wouldn’t say that I’ve tried, exactly, but I haven’t not tried either if that makes a lick of sense.” Hoseok replies thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side.

“I see.” Jimin nods, unsure if he actually does understand.

“It’s real rare for a beta to impregnate someone or get pregnant themselves, so odds are low that we’ll ever have one of our own. We’re open to it if it happens, but not bursting at the seams to have pups. Both of us are happy either way.”

“That’s very sweet. Thank you for sharing that with me because I was awful curious.” Jimin says softly, not surprised at all by the information.

“Him and Yoongi already got their hands full with all my pups running around like wild banshees and annoying the hell out of them, so they got plenty to deal with.” Seokjin states decisively, jumping to his feet to scold one of his pups. “Not to mention that you’ll be adding one to the mix soon.”

“That’s true! If you ever get tired of dealing with your pup, send it on over and I’ll take care of it for as long as you need.” Hoseok declares without hesitation.

“Same here.” Taehyung nods.

“Me too, me too! I love pups! We’ll watch it whenever you want!” Sunhee gushes happily, eyes twinkling.

“Obviously I agree because I’ve already got a house full, what’s one more? It wouldn’t hardly make no difference to me with how many are always running around and being crazy.” Seokjin interjects the moment he returns from a quick trip to the kitchen to grab a humongous pie.

“Ah, you guys have to stop being so nice or I’ll start bawling. Thank you, again. It means a lot to have your support.”

Of all the things Jimin created during the throes of most intense cravings, conjuring up a wealth of ridiculous concoctions to satisfy his endless wish for all kinds of unique combinations, he never once thought to make a blueberry pie. He should have, but he didn’t, which makes the baked good all that more impressive when they slice it up to dole out slices to everyone. The attention to detail of his friends will never cease to melt his heart into goo.

The wooden dining chair beneath him leaves his behind awful sore after only half an hour of crowding around the table chatting while they enjoy their celebration foods, so he sheepishly requests that they move back to the living room when everyone wipes their plates clean and fills their belly to the brim.

“Gift time!”

“Oh, I forgot y’all got me gifts!” Jimin exclaims with uncontainable thrill, eyes wide and mouth pulling into a flashy smile, his entire body excitedly bouncing around while he awaits their presentations. “This is so much fun!”

“We saw your nursery and all the stuff that you already have for the pup, so we tried to get anything else you might need along the way.” Hoseok explains, carrying a couple of bags into the room.

“And it’s always nice to get stuff that you don’t actually need, but make your heart happy. We got you some of that too. In fact, we got a little bit of everything just in case.” Seokjin thoughtfully describes the array of presents before Jimin seizes the opportunity to bust them open.

“I’ll be over the moon with anything you got me because that itself is incredibly kind!”

One by one, little by little, he opens his gifts.

Not knowing what to expect is a theme that runs rampant in these moments of Jimin’s life, yet he finds himself exponentially delighted every time he experiences something for the first time with these lovely people he calls friends.

Every eye in the room dutifully focuses on him as he carefully opens the bags and boxes to display the presents they chose for him and his pup.

Bottles of a variety of sizes and shapes in case the pup has trouble with feeding, colorful, wooden toys inside of a little chest that matches them, several books that contain simple stories about things like animals, the most adorable outfits in all kinds of colors that can fit for any occasion, a mobile that hangs above the crib while the pup sleeps, just to name a few of the items in the abundance of generosity offered to him.

Furniture.

Oh, sweet heavens, the furniture.

It far surpasses any image the omega could picture in his mind as he patiently anticipated the incredibly wonderful gift, light wood and sturdy and perfect for their nursery. He can already envision his pup sleeping soundly in the crib or laying atop the changing table, something that brings a tear to his eye.

Needless to say that he adores absolutely everything messily piled around his feet.

“We, of course, couldn’t forget to spoil you as well. Carrying and birthing a pup ain’t no simple feat, so it’s important to take care of you too. This is just a goodie basket of all sorts of stuff that might help you settle after you deliver your pup.” Sunhee states gently, eyes dripping with kindness when she sits it on the coffee table.

“You guys didn’t have to do all this.” Jimin says quietly, fighting back tears at the overwhelming emotions consuming him. “This is too much.”

“I reckon it ain’t enough.” Taehyung asserts firmly.

“You’re such a sweet, kind, caring person and you deserve nothing less than the best. Don’t you worry about a thing. We know you would do the same for each of us.” Seokjin announces in his gentle, soothing voice that he would use for one of his pups.

After another round of sitting together while they pontificate over the wonders of parenthood and everything it offers, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon enter inside to load the furniture into their carriage to deliver it one piece at a time to their home. Jimin forces all of his friends into a group hug because he bubbles with so much love that he doesn’t know how to handle it, shaky and teary-eyed in perpetuity.

“Thank you. I mean it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Jimin says sincerely when he pauses near the front door as he waits for Jungkook to return from his last trip to the house. “I could never express how grateful I am for everything you do for me.”

As Jimin crawls into his bed following such an emotionally charged day, he finds that the ache in his heart from the absence of his grandparents only grows stronger when he passes these milestones without them.

---

“I miss my Ma and Pa real bad.” Jimin admits through pitiful sniffles, burying his face in his mate’s neck for shelter and comfort, shuddering breaths falling from lips as he thinks of them again for the millionth time in the past week.

“I know you do, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps softly, fingers brushing through the tangled hair on the back of Jimin’s head.

“It’s a c-cruel fate to be so far away from them, especially at a time like t-this. How… How can I raise my own pup without them by my side?” Jimin questions with utter sadness grasping his heart in its claws.

“You’ll do absolutely amazing with or without them.” Jungkook says reassuringly. “I know that for sure.”

“The pup should grow up with them around and experience h-how amazing they are. I can’t stand the thought of them being all the way out there and n-never getting to know my new life. It’s… It’s not right.” Jimin asserts as he chokes on his own words, shaking his head while grief flows through him.

“Why don’t you tell them that, darlin’?” Jungkook asks so simply, always the calm to Jimin’s storm.

Some days, and even weeks, weigh heavily on Jimin’s heart, driven by the hormones from his pregnancy or the encroaching dreary weather or merely the flows of life itself, an endless amount of worries and emotions constantly bombarding him until he feels crippled by how much he feels at all times. The closer it comes to his approximate due date and the less tolerable his rounded belly grows, the more Jimin finds himself downtrodden for little feasible reason.

“Will you carry me to the desk?” Jimin asks quietly, pulling back to look at his alpha’s handsome face once he wipes away his tears. “I need to write a strongly worded letter and quick.”

“Of course.” Jungkook says with a smile, leaning forward to peck him on the forehead.

“Thank you.”

“What are you going to say?” Jungkook wonders aloud, steps careful and concentrated, swiftly leading them to the desk in the corner of the living room.

“I’m going to beg and plead and… and convince them to get out here quick. I’ll pour my heart out so they have no choice but to come see us. If I’m real honest and tell them how badly I miss them, how much I want the pup to grow up with them around, and how we can all live together happily, maybe it’ll work.” Jimin declares with as much confidence as his weakened heart can muster.

“Nobody in the world could resist your charms, baby. I’m sure they’ll pack up everything and show up at our door in a heartbeat.” Jungkook states as he nods, chuckling under his breath.

“Would that be okay?” Jimin questions, never before truly discussing the concept of his grandparents becoming a permanent fixture in their lives.

“Of course. Whatever makes you happy. I don’t mind it one bit as long as we can keep living a good life like we do now. The more love and support, the merrier.” Jungkook’s words take Jimin by surprise, surely not something he would’ve outright stated back when they first got together.

True to his words and dramatic proclamations, Jimin writes precisely what he described to Jungkook.

Without sugar coating the gigantic hole in his heart, always longing for the comfort and safety that he seeks from his only parental figures in the world, the omega pours out his soul to honestly depict how desperately he needs his Ma and Pa by his side while he tackles the life-changing journey of parenthood.

And while it doesn’t heal his homesickness, it does leave him feeling a little brighter and containing seeds hopefulness about their future together.

As the days pass, the weather gradually shifts to colder temperatures, the sun shines less gratuitously, and moving becomes another chore on the list, Jimin naturally remains inside for all possible hours of the day to enjoy the shelter from the elements while warming by their crackling fire. He worries less over keeping the entire house spotless from top to bottom and gravitates more towards the nursery where the pup will ultimately end up.

It needs to be completely and utterly perfect.

From the arrangement of the handcrafted furniture that Yoongi built them to the cleanliness of every visible inch to how the decorations hang from the walls, he fixates on every single detail.

An itch forms under his skin when he relaxes on the couch for longer than a handful of minutes, the urging in his soul drawing him to his feet to return to the pup’s bedroom for the tenth time in a number of hours. No avoiding it or ignoring the calling in his being that beckons him to readjust, reorganize, reconfigure everything to optimal efficiency.

Getting on his hands and knees proves an almost impossible feat, yet he still manages to crawl down and scrub the floors to his approval.

The duties never end.

Jimin’s own body betrays him with nonstop anxieties about raising the pup with the life it deserves, wondering if he should do or buy more to ensure it has everything. He worries over the color of the walls and the outfits he chose, whether the blankets he made will actually keep it warm, how the bedding fits to the crib’s mattress, and anything else he can think of in his endless tirades.

When the midwife stops by to check on him one last time before her frequent end-of-pregnancy visits begin, she assures him that his behavior is normal for someone preparing to birth a being into the world in the next month or so.

“Can you bring me another blanket from the linen closet? If you’re not too busy! And… And any pillows that you see in the living room!” Jimin shouts from the bedroom, pausing his motions on the bed to listen to his alpha’s footsteps in the main area of the home. “Please and thank you!”

“Are you that cold, omega? Should I get more wood? It ain’t that chilly out, but—“

“Hi.” Jimin says softly, on his knees in the middle of the bed.

“Oh.” Jungkook grunts back.

“Those are perfect!” Jimin exclaims excitedly, extending his arms to grab for the blanket and pillows, beckoning Jungkook’s frozen figure closer to apprehend them for his cause.

“You, uh… What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to get real comfortable. The bed isn’t soft enough and it doesn’t have enough blankets and it needs more pillows around the edges to keep us safe. This whole thing has been bothering me all day.” Jimin states as he concentrates on placing everything in the perfect arrangement that satisfies the gnawing instinct inside of him.

“It’s noon.” Jungkook rasps with dark eyes glued to his every move.

“Yeah?” Jimin nods, unsure of what he intends to imply.

“Okay, well… I’ll just be on my merry way until lunch is ready.” Jungkook says before he turns to head out the door, lingering in the doorway before he releases a sigh and glances back at the omega. “Are you feeling alright, sweetheart?”

“Not great, but I’m okay.” Jimin answers truthfully, exhaustion already licking at his bones.

Jimin devotes an ungodly amount of time to crafting their bed into something that he approves of, climbing out to fix lunch for them and clean the kitchen before he swiftly returns to his mission, unable to thrust away the innate need to create the bed into a space that brings him comfort, protection, and safety. Both him and the pup in his belly need this more than he can describe with words, determined to make it absolutely perfect no matter what.

Practically every item that even resembles a blanket or pillow resides in their bedroom by the time he finishes his urgent task, curled up on his side with a content smile on his face with an array of soft, squishy pieces surrounding him on all sides.

He cradles his belly and drifts off to sleep as the pull in his being quiets for just long enough.

“You really are tired, huh? It must be so hard carrying around a whole pup inside of you everywhere you go. I can imagine how much work it is to take a single step when your belly is weighing you down so much. What a strong, capable omega that I have, hm? You always amaze me.” Jungkook whispers soothingly in his ear while he traces his fingers up and down his back, touch mind-blowingly good as the sleep dredges at his mind.

“L-Lower.”

“Where?” Jungkook asks gruffly, fingers dancing downward over his spine. “Here? Is that good, sweetheart? More?”

“A little lower, please.” Jimin replies through a hefty sigh that rips from the depths of his chest.

“Good?”

“Perfect.”

Neither of them enact any sudden movements or rush to climb out of the gigantic pile that fills their bed, everything soft and gentle and quiet. The afternoon air flows against the outside of their home to ruffle the shutters, warm beams of sunshine trickle in through the windows, and crackling sparks from the fire occasionally fill the silence. Amber entrenches the room from top to bottom, essentially dripping down the walls and flooding the floor. Jimin absolutely loves it.

“Why are you so far away for?” Jimin asks with an obnoxiously huge pout pulling on his puffy lips, eyes creeping open to find Jungkook barely on the edge of the mattress.

“I reckon it’s wrong to get into a nest without permission, ain’t it?”

“A… A nest?” Jimin questions in confusion, eyebrows furrowed and his lips pouting even more.

Only in that moment does the realization barrel into Jimin at full speed—heavy eyelids opening just enough to peer around him to find a perfectly crafted nest formed atop their bed, a mountain of pillows lining the outer edge to form a barrier, and heaps of blankets strewn about to offer comfort to burrow into—this instinct so foreign and unfamiliar that he failed to recognize what he was experiencing while building the thing.

“I made a nest.” Jimin states blankly, raising up to observe his own creation.

“You did.” Jungkook replies with a throaty chuckle, raising to his feet to stand proudly beside the bed. “It’s a good one too.”

“Thank you, alpha.” Jimin preens, sun rays shooting from his eyes when he looks at his mate, the praise reaching far into his soul to provide him with a primal sense of utter satisfaction and accomplishment. “You should come inside and try it for yourself.”

“I will, darlin’. I’ll come lay with you later and we’ll spend the whole evening just cuddling in your nest. How does that sound?”

“Amazing.”

“But first, I got to cook us some supper and keep us well fed before we rest, okay?” Jungkook questions sweetly, untucking his shirt from his trouser and loosening his belt.

“Okay.” Jimin nods, in no position to argue when he appreciates the fact that Jungkook wants to help ease his burden and allow him to simply relax. “If you need anything just let me know.”

True to his word, Jungkook whips up a hearty meal with ingredients he finds in the pantry and fresh meat from the farm, going as far as carrying Jimin to the dining table so they can eat together like always. A simple occasion where they mostly remain quiet, no pressure to carry conversation when the circumstances of their lives leave them tired.

Afterwards they crawl into Jimin’s nest to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the evening.

Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s obscenely large belly and speaks to their pup with words of excitement and affection. The omega ponders their future as he burrows into the safety of Jungkook’s neck. Both of them fall asleep early knowing that they share more love than they know what to do with.

They share the unspoken knowledge that, without a shadow of a doubt in their minds, the pup will make its arrival shortly.

Notes:

it’s almost time!! the pup will be here before we know it! i can’t believe the end of our journey with these lovelies is nearly here! we all know it wouldn’t be my fic if i didn’t sneak in a little milking session at least once hehe

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Chapter 12: Delivered

Notes:

Jimin slouches back into the soft embrace of the couch while he patiently waits for the midwife’s final words about his health, chomping at the bit to learn more now that he feels the monumental moment steadily approaching.

“I would say that everything appears perfectly normal and healthy for this point of your pregnancy, Jimin. You’re continuing to grow which shows that your pup is still getting bigger. The heartbeat sounds strong and at a reasonable rhythm. You’re already dilated the tiniest bit which is a good sign. If I had to make an educated guess on the timeframe considering all of your circumstances, I would guess that you’ll go into labor by the end of the month.”

“Do you think I’ll carry the pup to my due date?” Jimin questions with a raised eyebrow and his hands wrapped securely around his belly, a well timed flutter tickling him as the life inside of him announces its presence.

“No.” Yoona shakes her head, scanning over the notes on her clipboard. “I have no technical proof that I can offer, but I have an inkling that you might go into labor as soon as a couple of weeks from now.”

“Is that okay? Has the pup grown enough to successfully survive in the outside world?”

“That’s perfectly acceptable. Given that you’re as far along as we think you are, the pup has actually grown like it should, and there are no blips in the process, neither you nor the pup should suffer even if it’s born as early as tomorrow.” Yoona states with reassurance, eyes warm and bright, her words offering him a great deal of comfort.

“I’m so relieved to hear that. Is there anything I should do in the meantime? Can I prepare better or help it along somehow or anything of that sort?” Jimin questions in earnest, desperate to do all he can.

“Your best course of action is to get proper rest and let nature do everything else.”

“Well… I guess that’s doable.” Jimin sits up straighter and tries to ignore the ache in his lower back. “My body recognizes that it needs to take it easy, but my mind is driving me wild with all the stuff I feel like I need to do.”

“Oh, the joys of our instincts.” Yoona says fondly, smiling at him.

“When will I see you again? You said that you’ll be popping by more often to check on me and the pup, right?” Jimin asks next, far too many things on his mind to ignore any of them.

“That’s right. I should be back again in a week or so. If things progress quickly, I could start coming to see you every few days or even daily. It all depends on what your body needs.” She explains effortlessly, always knowledgeable and helpful no matter what Jimin wants to know.

“Then I reckon I’ll see you soon!”

As his first pregnancy officially barrels towards its end, Jungkook remains a constant and steady presence at Jimin’s side and refuses to allow him more than an hour or two alone without checking on him. Whether working on the farm, heading to their friends’ houses to assist with something, trekking to town for necessary supplies, or merely working on a part of their home, he always returns to survey his omega’s physical and mental states to ensure he exists without any issues bothering him.

Rather than finding the attention unnecessary or complaining about the surveillance, Jimin appreciates the opportunity to receive attentive care and support from the person his body craves closeness with the most.

They practically join together at the hip, the bulk of their time passing by each other’s sides as they eat, rest, and sleep without separating.

Even in the simplest moments like taking a warm bath—the water nowhere near as hot as they would like because the midwife discouraged it, lovely scented soap bringing suds to the surface, and a flickering lantern illuminating the bathroom in an effervescent glow—they continue to stay side by side, their bodies tangled together as they soak in the soothing water and encourage the worries to drift away.

“I reckon this is one of the best feelings in the whole world.” Jimin gushes through a satisfied sigh, eyes squeezed shut to bask in the glory of Jungkook’s hands massaging his lower back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, no doubt about it.”

“Does your belly feel different in the water?” Jungkook inquires, voice addictingly low and deep in his ear.

“Real different.” Jimin hums, not at all embarrassed by the sounds of contentment pulling from his lips, engulfed by deliciously rich amber. “The weight isn’t completely gone, but a lot of the pressure is off of my hips like this.”

“That’s good. Maybe we should’ve started taking baths a lot sooner. Especially now that it’s got colder and we need to keep warm.”

“I probably would if it wasn’t such a hassle every single time.” Jimin supplies thoughtfully, gradually leaning back further and further into Jungkook’s chest as his motivation to hold himself up dwindles.

“Do you want me to get your shoulders too, sweetheart?” Jungkook questions sweetly.

“Yes, please.” Jimin gently nods.

“You just relax and let me do everything since you’re working so hard to take good care of our pup until it gets here. I can only imagine how tired your body is just from existing. You’re such a strong omega.” Jungkook rasps sweetly, fingers digging into his flesh to chase away his aches and pains.

“It is hard work, but I’m grateful that I can experience this with you and carry our little angel.” Jimin’s heart swells until it hurts with all the love contained inside of him.

The world floats away as Jimin sinks lower into the water and lets his troubles become nonexistent, utterly delighted by the sensations coursing through him at the hands of his alpha, trickling water lapping against the tub to echo off the walls like a beautiful melody. He greatly appreciates the abundance of consideration shown to him by his mate, emotions running wild when he remembers how he ended up here.

“Do you want me to help you again, omega? Are you feeling heavy and full? Should I help relieve some pressure here too?” Jungkook hums in a low, throaty voice, maneuvering Jimin around in the tub so they sit face to face, gentle fingertips tracing shapes over his swollen breasts.

“That would be real nice.” Jimin nods, unabashed in his eagerness to accept the offer. “The pressure is getting heavier every day. What if they just fall right off?”

“I reckon we’d call that a tragedy, darlin’.” Jungkook chuckles under his breath, dark intensity bleeding from his eyes.

“It would certainly be devastating because I’ve got a pup to feed.”

“And me.” Jungkook replies swiftly, smiling smugly.

“You do not count.” Jimin counters as he shakes his head in disbelief, heart full of tingling fondness when he gazes at Jungkook’s handsome face. “This is just a convenient solution to my problem, that’s all. I’m not feeding you.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” Jungkook grunts in response.

Even after participating in this routine for a week or so, Jimin finds it utterly astonishing that Jungkook’s body reacts so aggressively to the action occurring. With only his hot, wet mouth attached to the omega’s nipple while he sucks down his growing milk supply to alleviate him from the aching heaviness, Jungkook’s arousal never dissipates, nor does he become normalized to the instinctual urges coursing through his veins.

Amber flourishes in the air like a storm cloud, unbelievably heavy and impossible to ignore, lingering over their heads to leave them struck by the lightning bolts of arousal that rush into their bodies.

This time, however, leads no further than the simple assistance itself.

Every inch of Jimin’s body cries out for rest now that he enters into his last month of pregnancy, his drive to engage in physical intimacy essentially nonexistent due to how taxing the simplest tasks feel to his aching muscles and weary bones. His feet, his back, his chest, his hips, his lips, everything bothers him at this point. As much as he wishes he could seek the satisfaction of ultimate closeness with his mate, they both accept the limitations of their circumstances.

For now, this will have to suffice.

“The pup will sleep in here with us when it’s first born, right? In a bassinet near our bed so we can easily take care of it? Isn’t that how it works?” Jimin questions thoughtfully, sitting on the edge of the bed while Jungkook slathers moisturizer on his skin.

“How the hell would I know? I ain’t never been around any pups, baby.” Jungkook says, shrugging.

“Well… I think we should do it like that.” Jimin declares decisively.

“Why?”

“It’ll save us lots of trouble from having to get it from the nursery when it cries. We have a fire in here, so it’ll be warmer which is better for young pups. Not to mention that it would just make me feel better knowing it’s close to us in case anything ever happens.” Jimin explains after days of endlessly deliberating the topic on his own.

“Okay.” Jungkook easily agrees, nodding his head to the suggestion, a reaction that the omega expected considering his typical disposition. “That makes sense to me, sweetheart. We can keep the pup in here with us for the first little bit. I don’t see why not.”

“Thank you.” Jimin says with a smile, addressing both his tender care and his agreement.

Later, once they finish their bedtime routine and crawl beneath the blankets to spend their final hour together before drifting off to dreamland, something else weighs heavily on Jimin’s heart that he struggles to ignore, debating with himself for several minutes until he chooses to introduce the concept that lingers in his mind for literal months now.

“Have you thought about what name we should give our pup?” Jimin asks softly, eyes searching Jungkook’s face from where they both curl on their sides in the middle of the comfortable nest.

“Hmm…” Jungkook hums from deep within his chest, pausing for only a moment before he answers. “Yes.”

“You have?”

“Of course, haven’t you? A name is a real important part of being a person in this world. I’ve been trying to pick out some worthy ones for a while now. It’s harder than I anticipated.” Jungkook states honestly, staring past Jimin while he answers.

“What kinds of names did you find that you liked?” Jimin inquires, deeply pleased by the information and knowing his alpha cares about this as much as he does.

“Well… I only ever came up with boy names, for some reason. Chunsik, Donghae, Seojoon, strong ones like that.”

“Those are nice names.” Jimin says with a shy smile, content to name their pup any of those names without hesitation.

“What about you? What names do you like?” Jungkook asks softly.

“I… I kind of… I only have one. It’s a girl name, actually.” Jimin admits sheepishly, heart pounding as he contemplates finally allowing this information into existence, nervous to share this information after all this time. “Hana.”

“Oh. That’s a very simple, but pretty name. I like it, baby.”

“You do?” Jimin questions as hopefulness blooms in the depths of his being, gripped to the core by something he fails to properly recognize. Jungkook nods, smiling handsomely. His undeniable love gives Jimin the courage he needs. “I learned recently that it was my mom’s name.”

“Your… Your mother? You mean, your grandmother? Or—“

“No, my actual mom who birthed me. I still don’t know much, but I know that was her name. Maybe it’s silly since I never even met her. I just thought it was a lovely name and kind of meaningful. I’ll tell you about her sometime.” Jimin states gently, eyelids heavily and the scent of amber drowning his senses in serenity.

“That sounds perfect, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting when you’re ready to share more with me. If we have a daughter, that will be a beautiful name for her.” Jungkook rasps in his soothing voice.

---

Jimin—despite all his normal pretenses and wishes to uphold a certain standard of conduct—possesses no qualms about flopping down in the middle of the couch to burrow himself in his collection of blankets, Seokjin and Hoseok on either side of him, with his obscenely swollen feet propped on the coffee table while he holds his rounded belly and only halfway engages in the conversation unfolding around him.

Pregnancy, especially the end of the grueling process, leaves little room for self-conscious thoughts or ideations about preserving the sanctity of something as foolish as manners.

“Can I feel it?” Hoseok asks, soft and airy, eyes wide when he stares at the visible movement extending from Jimin’s belly. “I mean… I know it’s possible to feel it from the outside. I’m more asking if it’s okay with you if I touch your stomach and feel it for myself. No pressure or anything. Feel free to say no.”

“Sure.” Jimin nods, shrugging.

“Really?” Hoseok questions with shock in his voice and his mouth dropped open.

“Why not? Both of you can feel it if you want. I don’t mind.” Jimin answers truthfully, comfortable enough with his friends to not feel uneasy at the idea of them touching him somewhere so vulnerable.

“Well, it’s not like I could ever pass up such a generous offer! Let me feel this little thing. I miss being able to experience it myself.” Seokjin says excitedly, both him and his youngest pup leaning over to place their hands on his belly at the same as Hoseok.

“Do you have any idea what you’re having?” Hoseok asks quietly, fascinated by the kicks bouncing against his palm.

“What do you mean?”

“Boy or girl?” Hoseok clarifies, smiling when Jimin belatedly understands the question.

“Oh, right!” Jimin giggles, his friends finding the bouncing of his belly entertaining. He pauses, lost in thought, before ultimately offering a noncommittal hum in response. “Uh, well… I have an idea, but I’m not positive and I don’t want to jinx it.”

“Does that mean you have a preference? Would you rather have one over the other?” Seokjin interjects with curiosity.

“Not exactly, no. I wouldn’t say I definitely prefer one over the other. I’ll be happy with anything. It just feels like I’ll end up having the opposite of what I’m thinking if I say it aloud.” Jimin explains to the best of his ability, truly thrilled to even welcome a pup into his life at all.

“I see.” Hoseok nods, sinking back into his spot on the couch since the pup stopped kicking as much.

“You probably ain’t going to believe me when I say this, but you actually start to miss being pregnant after you have the pup. There’s something real special about knowing they’re all safe and healthy inside of you. If you can even imagine that at this point.” Seokjin states thoughtfully, allowing Miyoung to climb out of lap to run around the room.

“You’re right.” Jimin says with a groan, resting his head back against the cushion. “I sure don’t believe you.”

More than anything else that Jimin appreciates about spending time with his closest omega friends, he genuinely values the effortless way in which they put his spirit at ease to bring him true comfort regardless of the circumstances of life. The impending arrival of his pup weighs heavily on his mind now that it steadily approaches, yet being with Hoseok and Seokjin calms his soul more than he could’ve ever anticipated. Merely lingering in their presence temporarily heals his worries.

“What did we tell you when we first showed up today? No work for you! Let us do everything while you get your necessary rest because you definitely need it.” Seokjin chides in his parental voice, eyes sharp when he stares at Jimin attempting to climb off the couch to follow them to the kitchen.

“I just want to watch!” Jimin whines and huffs through his tremendous efforts.

“That better be all you’re trying to do.” Seokjin commands firmly.

“It is! But… At least help me off this couch, I reckon I might be stuck.” Jimin admits as embarrassment swirls inside of him, cheeks pink when both of them stare at him long enough to recognize his compromised position.

“Oh, dear. I remember this happening to Seokjin too. The middle spot is always the culprit.” Hoseok replies while he hides his laughter.

With a lot of extra assistance and some wounded pride, all three of them make it to the kitchen in one piece to warm up the nice lunch Hoseok prepared for them before arriving. The gigantic pot of soup sits on the flame of the stove while they meander around the space to entertain themselves in the meantime, Jimin grateful for his foresight to clean the house one last time before he goes into labor with his pup.

“I like that you made the noodles so thick.” Jimin admonishes as he stuffs another spoonful of the creamy, chicken flavored goodness into his waiting mouth. “Usually I only ever make them thin, but this is even better!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you like them! I’ll remember that for when we’re taking turns bringing over food after the pup is born.” Hoseok retorts, his smile electrifying.

“Yes, we also do that too. Isn’t it amazing having friends and a support system? We’re just so much help.” Seokjin says in jest.

“Yes, actually.” Jimin nods enthusiastically, a wealth of emotions gripping his chest all at once.

“Ah, don't make things too sappy!” Hoseok scolds Seokjin with a strong look and a disapproving frown on his lips.

“No, no, it’s quite alright. I just… I don’t think you realize how much I appreciate having you all here. It’s made me miss my grandparents so much that I can hardly stand it.” Jimin admits with nothing but honestly, his heart on his sleeve. “Not all is terrible, though. They just sent me a letter today and I found out that they’ll be coming to stay with us soon!”

“Oh, really? That must be wonderful news! I’m so happy for you, honey!” Seokjin replies with a gleaming smile and a cloud of aloe vera bursting in the air.

“Thank you!”

“They‘ll probably show up right around the time that the pup is born if they head over soon! That’s great timing!” Hoseok states happily, gulping down a couple swigs of his water before smiling at Jimin.

“Yes! It’s perfect! I think it’ll be a little late considering they have lots to handle before they can freely travel and come to stay with us, but it’s certainly better than nothing! All I can think about is the fact that the house will soon be aplenty with family.” Jimin gushes in utter delight, heart fit to burst, so thrilled he could cry.

A tour of the nursery seems fitting after they finish their hearty, delicious meal.

Jimin struggles to stand to his feet, scooting to the edge of his chair and using the table to lift himself, yet he manages to successfully transplant his aching body into an upright position, eagerly following behind his friends as they stroll to the room designed just for his precious pup.

This time the abundance of wonderfully crafted furniture lines the walls and fills the space to complete the functionality of the room's purpose.

If he could spend every moment here, Jimin would.

“What do you think?” Jimin questions with anticipation bubbling in his veins, fingers tracing along the wooden slats of the crib. “Is the arrangement good? We figured spacing everything out would make the room feel bigger, but I don’t know if that’s true.”

“It’s absolutely dandy, Jimin! You did a real good job with organizing and decorating everything. It’s so bright and welcoming! Just perfect.” Hoseok says sweetly.

“I got to agree! I ain’t ever seen a better nursery and I’ve arranged several myself. You’re a natural!”

“Thank you!” Jimin’s heart pounds as he accepts the kind words from his friends and absorbs the outpouring of adoration that threatens to swallow him whole.

“What do you reckon I give you some tips and tricks from what I learned over the years?” Seokjin questions kindly.

“Yes, please!” Jimin nods vigorously.

Without hesitating even a single second, Seokjin trails around the room while he offers every bit of advice he can think of regarding parenting, dealing with a newborn pup, and adjusting to the plethora of changes set to occur in their life. He discusses the best uses for each piece of furniture and the multitude of items contained in the room. From the proper way to swaddle the pup to how often he sweeps the floor, Seokjin gives Jimin everything he could ever need to know and more.

“It can take a while for milk production to start with your first pup, so don’t worry about that too much. Some even need a couple of days for the supply to fully come in. That’s how it was for me.” Seokjin states as he offers words of encouragement to finish up the visit.

“Oh, uh… I-It did already.” Jimin stammers weakly, tripping over his words.

“Hmm?” Hoseok hums as he turns to glance at him.

“What was that?” Seokjin questions with a raised eyebrow, momentarily distracted by breaking up a fight between his older pups.

“I… U-Um, it’s… I do have it. Already. It c-came in a little bit ago. My… My milk.” Jimin utters in a meek tone, horrified and brave simultaneously, staring at the ground to save himself from their stares.

“Well, I’ll be darned!” Seokjin exclaims loudly, chuckling to himself. “It seems like you’re a real natural at this!”

“M-Maybe?”

“I’m sure you’re having a great time with that new development, yeah? Oh, heavens. I can only imagine how much you’re enjoying all this. Someone take me back to the good ol’ days again!” Seokjin cries out dramatically, earning a giggle from Jimin’s plump lips.

“I reckon you best stop before you traumatize our poor, little cutie.” Hoseok declares in a scolding manner, winking at Jimin when he finally musters the courage to look at them again.

“Everything feels very complicated and confusing and difficult, but I’m glad to know that my body seems to understand it all even if I don’t. Instincts are nice sometimes, I guess. It makes me feel better.” Jimin says softly, ignoring the burning blush on his chubby cheeks.

“Ah, really. I might just snatch you up and take you home with me so I can keep you forever.” Seokjin mutters under his breath, smirking when he meets Jimin’s timid eyes.

Unfortunately, their minutes together turn into hours, pushing them to end their final bout of time together until after the pup arrives.

Jimin knows that in a matter of weeks, everything will be vastly different. If all goes according to plan, his pup will expel from his belly to reside safely in his arms. The weather will fully transition into the harsh conditions of the start of winter. His Ma and Pa should arrive to assist in his plight of parenthood and bring him the comfort he yearns for.

Saying goodbye feels harder when the gong of change rings in his ears like a warning bell.

“Thank you for showing me such kindness today and everyday. I’m so grateful to have you two by my side in this new life. I can’t wait to see you again with my pup in my arms this time.” Jimin says bashfully, sweet and lilting, standing by the door to help them both onto the porch.

“It’s truly our pleasure.” Hoseok replies kindly, patting Jimin on the shoulder when he pulls him into a brief hug. “We’re so happy to have you here with us now.”

“If you need anything, anything at all, just let us know and we’ll rush to help you. Hell or high water, rain or snow, big or small. Don’t worry about a thing except caring for yourself and that sweet pup, okay?” Seokjin states with a compassionate amount of firmness in his voice.

“Okay.” Jimin nods obediently, his heart aching when they turn to leave him behind.

Suddenly, it all feels agonizingly real.

---

During the middle of a weekday, ordinary life conducting in full swing like usual as they adjust to the biting temperatures of early winter, Jimin experiences a tightening sensation that shoots across his belly and he knows.

No further contemplating, second guessing, or worried panicking about the state of his body or the physical sensations he feels.

Jimin recognizes the time finally approaches.

The gradual onset of pain provides him plenty of time to grow used to the gripping nightmare of labor contractions, starting almost inocuously as a pressure deep in his muscles before it graduates to a consuming strike of terror that wracks through his whole body, hours passing until he fully delves into the process of the beginning of labor.

Somehow, some way, in spite of all previous notions and behaviors that occurred throughout the majority of the omega’s pregnancy, peace washes over him.

He knows.

Deep in the fabric of being, Jimin fundamentally and instinctually understands on a basal level.

As an omega, his body naturally grasps the concept preparing to unfold without ever needing to think it through, any worries or fears subsiding to allow utter confidence to live in their stead. He calmly alerts Jungkook to his impending childbirth, waddles around the house while he ensures everything exists as it should, and pauses when necessary to rest or breathe through his horrific cramping pains. Even as his heart races and his body aches worse than ever before, Jimin attacks the situation head on.

“Alpha… Really?” Jimin questions in exasperation, shaking his head at the scuffling sound of Jungkook pacing circles in the kitchen behind him. “You’re stressin’ me out more than anything else right now. I need you to calm down.”

“Calm down? Are you for real? How can I calm down at a time like this? I don’t know how you ain’t losing your mind!” Jungkook exclaims wildly.

“Would you prefer that I run around like a chicken with its head cut off?”

“Yes, actually! As a matter of fact, I would quite enjoying not being the only one who’s freaking out about this whole thing!” Jungkook states with his hands raised in the air and his eyes wide as saucers. “You’re damn near about to push a pup out of your body!”

“Please, just calm down a little. We’ve been getting ready for this moment for months and months. There ain’t nothing to worry about.” Jimin says as gently and softly as possible.

“Fine, fine. Whatever you need, darlin’. I’ll try my best.”

“Besides, I just got regular old contractions and stuff for now. It’s not real serious until my water—“

As if specifically calculated to occur at the most ironic timing physically possible, a gush of liquid pours out from between Jimin’s legs to splatter onto the hardwood floor, trickling down into a puddle with audible dripping and splashing sounds echoing in the silence while they stare at one another in hilariously blank expressions that truly encapsulate the shock of the situation.

“Okay, I reckon you can panic a little now.” Jimin utters through a meek smile.

Jungkook catapults into a sense of urgency without any signs of slowing down once the gravity of their circumstances become apparent, refusing to leave his mate’s side for a single moment when he knows any second could spell disaster in his absence. He follows him like his life depends on it, mostly silent and stoic.

The omega attempts to maintain his freedom and independence until the precise last hour, roaming around to stretch his legs and move through their home for the final times.

His progress skirts forward swiftly once he remains bedridden and unable to do anything except huff through his pain. The contractions intensify tenfold, his back and legs ache like no other, he struggles to breathe, everything becomes more frequent, and his body recognizes the steadily descending pup that approaches the birthing canal without hesitation. It leaves him truly and utterly exhausted before he even commences the most difficult part of all.

“Yoongi said he was leaving to get the midwife over two hours ago! What could possible take this long? They won’t be here ‘til morning at this rate and I’ll have to deliver the damn pup myself!” Jungkook huffs and puffs in fearful irritation.

“I… I’m s-sure they… They will b-be here soon.” Jimin stutters out in gasping breaths as he comes down from an excruciating contraction.

“Just… Just hold it in or something!”

“What kind of request is that, you imbecile? You… You think I can control when it comes out? What a ridiculous idea!” Jimin counters in disbelief, shaking his head, the rich and spicy amber in the air only helping to assuage his pain a minimal amount.

“It was just a suggestion! I don’t know everything! Stop yelling at me.” Jungkook grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh n-no.” Jimin mutters with dread before hunching his chin forward. “Not… Not another one.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s alright. You got this. Everything will be fine. You’re doing such a good job. My perfect, strong, beautiful, amazing omega. It’s all going to be okay.” Jungkook repeats his words of encouragement until they become a jumbled mess of sounds in Jimin’s ears, hands soothingly rubbing his shoulders and petting his hair through the entire contraction.

“I… I can feel it! It’s so, so, s-so close! Where are they?” Jimin screeches in agony, eyes glued to the bedroom door as his heart threatens to pound out of his chest.

“A little bit longer! They’ll be here soon, I promise.”

Jimin finds solace in the fact that his body succumbs to instinctual drive rather than allowing him to remain fully alert for the duration of the birthing process, everything meshing into a jumble of nothingness as his mind empties and his body operates on its own primal capabilities, the combination of physical pain, mental obscurity, and overwhelming sensations leaving him utterly helpless to whatever his instincts see fit.

All of the worrying, panicking, fears, and problems fall onto Jungkook’s shoulders to handle all on his own, the omega focusing solely on breathing through his contracts as the pup swiftly prepares to exit his body.

Unbeknownst to both of them, the winter’s first official snowstorm pours down at breakneck speeds.

The delay in the midwife’s response suddenly makes more sense when the alpha actually heads outside to gaze at their property in hopes of finding the medical expert, rushing into their bedroom in a frenzy to alert Jimin of the occasion and possible reasoning behind the slowness of emergency services.

“Soon!” Jimin screams in a guttural voice, his head hung back between his shoulders while he pants rapidly, sweat drips down his forehead, and his legs fall into a spread position. “P-Pup… Soon… Feel… F-Feel it coming.”

“I can see that. You’re doing everything absolutely perfect, okay? Letting your body do what it needs to and staying so strong. Both you and the pup are doing real good.” Yoona states through heavy breaths, staring down at the opening between Jimin’s legs, her presence like a gust of fresh air after all this time.

“You mean… You mean can see it?” Jungkook chokes out in shock.

“Sure enough can! Come on down here and take a gander for yourself.” The midwife says encouragingly, her hands cold on Jimin’s knees.

“Oh, I ain’t too sure about that.” Jungkook answers in hesitation.

“Give it a look! It’s the least you can do considering your omega’s doing all the heavy lifting right now. The head is crowning already.” Yoona declares easily, the voices fading into the background as Jimin huffs, puffs, strains, groans, and pushes as hard as he can.

Even with the somewhat promising news coming from the midwife at his feet, Jimin still struggles immensely with the final stretch of labor that requires him to push using every ounce of strength and energy inside his body, rendered all but useless after what feels like an eternity of clenching down and breathing through the excruciating pain rushing through him.

“I… I c-can’t—“ Jimin cries, fat tears streaming down his cheeks, trembling like a leaf in the wind. “I-It’s not coming. My… My pup. Please—“

“Just a couple more pushes, Jimin! I promise you got this! You can do it! Your pup is so, so, so close that I can almost grab it! Give it a little bit more and you’re there!” Yoona states in encouragement, directing Jungkook to offer him plenty of physical affection and comfort throughout the process.

By some stroke of a miracle, when Jimin reaches the absolute end of his rope, when all hopes seems lost, after hours and hours of labor, the pup truly arrives into the world with a blood-curdling wail.

Tiny.

A feisty little thing covered in layers upon layers of chunky goop and blood.

It immediately makes its existence known by crying so loudly that every ear in the room rings, kicking and screaming as much as a freshly born pup can manage.

Jimin collapses onto the bed in a pile of flesh, devoid of the ability to move in any way whatsoever, his chest heaving in labored breaths while he attempts to recover from the hell delivered upon him. The natural high of pushing another being out of his body provides him enough adrenaline to stay alert, sobbing in tandem with the pup that lays on his chest and seeks his warmth to sustain it.

A multitude of things happen to his lower half after the pup rests in his arms, but he chooses not to focus on any of them in order to preserve his sanity, eyes glued to his precious little one every passing second.

Pain miraculously subsides in the face of utter wonder.

“A beautiful, perfect girl.” Yoona proclaims with a gentle voice and a bright smile on her lips, standing off to the side while she allows Jimin and Jungkook to absorb the newest addition to their family. “Got a set of lungs on her, that’s for sure.”

“S-She looks j-just like you.” Jimin stutters out breathily, cheeks soaked with tears, his eyes finding Jungkook’s equally wet face for the first time in a while.

“That’s all you, omega. She’s damn near your twin.” Jungkook states confidently.

“Our lovely pup.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook whispers in reverence, pressing wet kisses to Jimin’s temples and brushing his fingers through his tangled hair. “Thank you so, so much for bringing her into this world.”

“I love you.” Jimin says through teary sniffles.

“I love you more than anything in this whole damn world, sweetheart.” Jungkook rasps, low and deep, his amber scent an endless comfort with every breath Jimin takes.

Much to their surprise, the doctor promptly arrives after the delivery to ensure the health of both Jimin and their pup, receiving a play of events from Yoona before he examines the two of them and offers his stamp of approval.

It takes quite a while to clean the horrific mess that encompasses not only Jimin’s body and the pup, but also their bed, the floor, and the room itself. The midwife scrubs all of the humans clean and devotes herself to making them presentable while Jungkook attends to the home, Jimin silently feeding her for the first time amidst all of the calculated chaos.

“Before I go for the day, I was wondering if you two settled on a name yet?” Yoona asks as she smiles at them from the bedroom doorway.

“Yes.” Jungkook nods.

“Hana.” Jimin answers with stars in his eyes and a heart so full it could burst. “Her name is Hana.”

The hours following the birth of their pup all conglomerate together into a singular flow of time, unable to distinguish one moment from the next because they all transpire so similarly.

Jimin fades in and out of consciousness while his body recovers from the taxing events that occurred, Hana wakes like clockwork every few hours for a feeding, Jungkook attempts to sleep in between the bouts of alertness from the family, and all of them work hard to adjust to the new changes in their circumstances.

For the most part, silence drapes over their bedroom to provide them tranquility and peace after all the commotion that unfolded.

A perfect turn of events.

“Howdy there, my beautiful baby girl. You look so bright and awake right now. Why are you looking at me like that for? Hmm?” Jungkook asks in a low murmur, his deep voice filtering into Jimin’s ears as he tiptoes from his slumber.

Hana, of course, remains utterly silent.

“You know, it’s a real big compliment that your daddy thinks you look like me, because I think you’re the prettiest little thing on this earth.” Jungkook states decisively, his amber scent rich and delightful, each word he speaks settling like a comfort in Jimin’s chest. “Well… One of ‘em, anyway. I think your daddy is the prettiest of all. You can accept that, can’t you?”

Rather than making his slowly waning sleep known and signaling his consciousness to his mate, Jimin keeps his eyes closed while he indulges himself in the adorably amusing ramblings coming from beside him.

“I swear your eyes must be as big as a full moon. I don’t reckon it’s normal for you to be seeing so much already. What do I know, though?”

At least half an hour passes before Jimin finally pops open his eyes and gazes over at his perfect family.

“Hi.” Jimin whispers, scratchy and dry.

“Hi.” Jungkook replies after a second of pause, eyes twinkling in the early morning sunlight that filters through the windows of their bedroom. “Mornin’, darlin’. How you feeling?”

“Okay.”

“Yeah? Just okay?“ Jungkook questions with a furrow in his brow.

“Okay is being real generous.” Jimin states bluntly, swallowing the dry lump in his throat, his hands still trembling when he pulls the blanket up closer to his neck.

“Unfortunately, that makes sense, I suppose.”

“I’m not too sure what it feels like to lay flat on the dirt and let horses trample over you, but it might come close to this.” Jimin says in a half-jest, half-serious manner.

“What can I do for you, sweetheart? How can I help you right now? Anything at all, you just tell me and I’ll do it. Something to drink or eat, a sponge bath, change of clothes, back massage, the possibilities are endless. Say the word.” Jungkook declares confidently, eyes flitting from Hana to Jimin.

“Hmm…” Jimin hums, contemplating his treacherous physical state and the storm of emotions surging inside of him. “Some tea and bread might be nice.”

“Sure, let’s start there.” Jungkook nods in agreement.

“Can I hold her?”

“Why are you asking me for permission?” Jungkook asks with a knitted brow and a scowl on his lips, using his free hand to stroke Jimin’s puffy cheek. “She’s yours as much as she’s mine. If anyone can hold her, it’s you.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jimin whispers breathily, tampering down the weird rush of heaviness inside of him.

Most of the first day—and second, third, fourth—pass easily and effortlessly, Jimin spending the majority of his time in the bed while he simply rests, allows his alpha to care for him, and devotes all of his attention to their pup. They fall into a routine of sorts in which they work together to solve any need that arises via pup crying, the feisty thing sure to alert them whenever she requires anything whatsoever. All three of them eat, sleep, and live together in the bedroom for several days.

“I seem to recall you saying that you know nothing about pups and were never around them. What happened to that?” Jimin questions with one eyebrow raised and a tiny smile pulling on his lips.

“It’s still true.”

“How can that be? You wake with her throughout the night and take care of her when I’m napping all day. I might almost say you spend more time with her than I do right now. You don’t act like no pup amateur.” Jimin proclaims in amusement, eyes stuck on Hana’s pretty face as she lies swaddled in Jungkook’s arms.

“I reckon it’s different because she’s mine.” Jungkook shrugs.

“Ours.”

“Exactly.” Jungkook nods, pursing his lips in a thoughtful expression, cradling Hana closer to his chest to settle her. “It feels like I just… I instinctively know how to take care of her. Don’t got to think about it or worry or anything. When she needs something, it’s easy to understand and do it.”

“Wow, my alpha is on another level.” Jimin says teasingly, smiling big and bright when he meets Jungkook’s dark eyes.

“I’m trying my best, baby.”

The first days enact their own trials and tribulations considering they transition from a family of two to a family of three in the blink of an eye, but they certainly manage to tackle the changes gracefully.

For a brief snippet of time, nothing else exists in the world except for them.

Life outside of the four walls of their bedroom ceases to continue. Their entire focus remains captivated by the tiny bundle of joy that relies on them for absolutely everything. Jungkook and Jimin hardly speak a word about anything else, perpetually in awe of their wonderful pup that blesses their lives so naturally, unable to care about anything else with their world flipped on its axis.

Jimin looks back to barely more than a year ago in shock that he somehow ended up here, beyond content with the amazing course of his life.

---

Perfect.

Any other word fails to encapsulate the extenuating depth of the utterly amazing details that surmise the totality of their existences.

Sitting on a velveteen chaise directly in front of the fireplace—the cold winter air forbidden with the fiery warmth so close, a gentle crackling noise filling the living room like a song, snow falling in thick sheets to coat the earth around them, Hana securely wrapped in a swaddle while she feeds from Jimin’s breast—leaves the omega in awe that he lives in such a perfect moment of time.

He remains in place until the evening grows too late to ignore, heart aching when Jungkook whisks their pup away to sleep in her bassinet.

“I found a pile of love letters and journals when we first moved into this house all those months ago.” Jimin admits after harboring the information close to his chest, fingertips tracing over the hard plane of Jungkook’s stomach while he curls up against his body on the couch.

“From… From your parents?” Jungkook wonders aloud.

“Yes.” Jimin gently nods, internally preening when he feels his alpha squeezing him tighter. “I avoided them at first.”

“Why?”

“I… I just… I suppose I didn’t want to know. I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t bring myself to read them.” Jimin answers truthfully, his heart beating faster, never speaking of this topic with anyone.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re allowed to take all the time you need.” Jungkook rasps lowly, kissing the side of his head.

“When I finally sat down to read everything and actually learn about the people who created me, it was shocking to learn that they loved each other so much. Like… Like a lot. They were just as in love as we are.” Jimin says without a shadow of doubt lingering in his mind. “All my life, from childhood to now, I guess I assumed that wasn’t the case.”

“Because they didn’t raise you themselves?” Jungkook asks for clarification.

“Because they gave me away.” Jimin asserts blankly, not an ounce of resentment or anger behind his words.

“I see.”

“I could hardly believe such an idea, even after reading all the proof with my own two eyes. How could that be possible? Why would two people that wanted to be together so badly give up their own chance to have a family? I wondered who would do such a thing, would choose not to raise their pup together, would just give it away so easily.” Jimin exposes his inner thoughts and feelings with true vulnerability.

“Well, darlin’, maybe it ain’t like that.” Jungkook states softly, fingers drifting up to tangle in the hair on Jimin’s nape. “Maybe they did want you and it wasn’t as easy as you think.”

“You’re right.” Jimin whispers, soft and breathy, his chest burning as he speaks.

“Am I?” Jungkook asks with a curious hum.

“The love letters stopped once they were mated and living together, so it didn’t leave me much to go on. I was trying to piece all the details together based on my own imagination. It was just my mind creating its own story.” Jimin explains to the best of his ability, emotions swirling in his belly. “Then… T-Then I read the journal.”

“What did it say?”

“She… She died. I-In childbirth. My mother died giving birth to me.” Jimin stutters out as wispy and feathery as the flutter of a butterfly’s wing.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. That must hurt real bad to know.” Jungkook states swiftly, affectionately rubbing up and down his mate’s back to soothe him, the strength of his amber spiking in the evening air.

“It wasn’t that they didn’t want me or that they easily gave me away or anything like that. My father wrote that he loved my mother so much that it killed him inside every time he looked at me because he could only see her. He said that it felt impossible to raise me on his own when all he could think of was how badly he wanted her to be there. That’s why he put me up for adoption.”

“I’m sure that wasn’t no easy decision either. I can’t even imagine being in that position. It was probably the hardest thing he ever done.” Jungkook declares firmly, nodding his head.

“Yes, that’s why I don’t blame him.” Jimin says thoughtfully, receiving plenty of time to mull the topic over. “He did what he needed to do.”

“That’s a very strong way of looking at it, sweetheart.” Jungkook places another kiss to his head.

“I’ve lived a real good life until now despite everything. I never felt abandoned or neglected. My Ma and Pa gave me everything I ever wanted and needed, plus more. They loved me like I was their own to the point that I didn’t feel a lack in my life. Things turned out just fine.” Jimin proclaims with utmost respect for everyone in his life.

“I just love you and your brain so much.” Jungkook states reverently, pulling back to stare the omega in the eyes. “You never stop amazing me.”

“That’s why I wanted to give Hana my mother’s name. I didn’t know her, but she gave up everything for me to be here. It felt like a fitting tribute. A way to acknowledge a part of my life that ended before I could even experience it.”

“It’s a beautiful story for a beautiful name for our beautiful little girl.” Jungkook agrees, wrapping both of his arms around Jimin’s back to pull him as close as humanly possible.

“Thank you for thinking so.” Jimin whispers sweetly, tilting his head up and pursing his lips for a loving kiss.

“No, thank you for sharing that story with me. I’m honored that you feel comfortable and safe telling me all that. I never expected to hear something that heartbreakingly tragic, yet sweet at the same time.” Jungkook says with sincerity and affection.

Perhaps things could be entirely different if Jimin’s mother lived to raise him herself, but he finds that the possibilities intrigue him almost none at all.

In the end, everything turned out perfectly.

---

It takes less than two weeks for Seokjin to practically beat down their front door in his frenzy to see the pup for the first time.

He possesses no qualms about arriving just when the snow from the season’s initial blizzard starts to melt along the ground, his trousers hiked up to his knees and his face bleeding with excitement from every crevice, not a sign of Namjoon or the rest of his family in sight when he rushes into the entryway.

Jimin sits on the couch beside the fire with Hana resting serenely in his arms.

“Oh, gods! How can something so precious exist in this horrific world?” Seokjin cries out dramatically, clutching his chest as he stares down at Jimin and Jungkook’s pup like the sun shines out of her head. “What a gorgeous, gorgeous little thing! Just perfect! You did an amazing job!”

“Thank you.” Jimin replies through an airy giggle.

“Girl? Boy? Name? Measurements? Personality? Tell me everything!” Seokjin implores with wide eyes, plopping onto the couch to see Hana more closely.

“She’s a girl. We named her Hana. Uh… What else? I think she was born around 17 inches tall, but neither of us remember her weight. Her personality would definitely be described as feisty seeing as she refuses to tolerate anything except total comfort and happiness for more than a few seconds. Most of the time, though, she just sleeps.”

“A tiny pup, huh? She must really take after you! Hana is a great name and will fit her well.” Seokjin declares confidently, inching closer and closer to Jimin’s side.

“I sure hope so.” Jimin hums thoughtfully, his heart never happier than when he holds her like this.

“How are you feeling? What was labor and delivery like? Are you recovering well?” Seokjin spits out his questions in rapid fashion as they pop into his head, always curious and eager to learn as much as possible.

“Would you like to hold her while I tell you all about it?” Jimin asks with a pleasant smile.

“Ah, I thought you might never ask!” Seokjin exclaims dramatically, all but bouncing up and down on the couch, his arms naturally falling into prime pup holding position. “Let me have that sweet pup right now!”

For what feels like an hour, the three of them reside on the couch as they discuss the gritty details of everything Jimin went through to bring his pup into the world, no gory aspects spared since the older omega already experienced his fair share of birthing processes. They remark over the pain, relate about the emotions of the situation, and share in the hardships regarding actually delivering a pup, something wonderfully cathartic about the discussion after only speaking to Jungkook about it for weeks.

Only once Hana wakes with a raucous cry does Seokjin give her up, passing her into Jimin’s arms to allow him to feed her and soothe her wailing.

Jimin finds himself enjoying the company more than he even anticipated, smiling brightly until his cheeks ache and excitedly engaging in conversation with one of his closest friends in the entire world. It brings him immeasurable happiness to breathe in refreshing aloe vera and have Seokjin at his side while they do a whole bunch of absolutely nothing except watch his beautiful pup exist.

“Careful, careful! Don’t you dare even think about touching that pup unless you want to be in big trouble! I mean that for all of you!” Seokjin shouts sternly as his pups barrel into the house with Namjoon hot on their heels.

Surprisingly, they behave quite well considering the circumstances, merely gazing at the little pup in wonder before swiftly growing bored.

Jungkook returns from his brief stint of work on the farm to feed the animals and survey the land for any worrisome issues, the alpha somehow not at all shocked to step into the house to a crowd of people causing a ruckus.

“Congratulations, you two! Your very first pup! I remember those days all too well.” Namjoon states with a kind smile.

“Thanks.” Jungkook dips his head in an appreciative bow.

“Hardly no sleep at all, always exhausted and hurting somewhere, a constant lull of crying in your ears, no time to do much of anything on your own, bodily fluids making their way onto both your and the pup’s clothing, the list goes on and on.” Namjoon replies with something wistful and longing in his tone that causes Seokjin to shake his head.

“Cherish it while you can!” Seokjin proclaims before laughing at his own statement.

The joyous occasion and pleasant company lasts far too short for Jimin’s liking, but he appreciates them not wanting to overstay their welcome considering the incredibly brief amount of time that passed since Hana’s birth. Seokjin and Namjoon’s band of pups fills the air with a steady stream of noise, the commotion and normalcy somewhat comforting despite all logical reasoning. Needless to say he looks forward to seeing them again very soon.

Hoseok and Yoongi stop by about a week later to offer their congratulations and see the pup as well, the affair nearly a total opposite of the previous experience.

“Are you sure you don't want to hold her? It’s no problem whatsoever. Both Namjoon and Seokjin and even one of their pups have gotten their share of cuddles in.” Jimin inquires gently, observing Yoongi who only watches from afar and seemingly shows no interest in holding Hana.

“I reckon I’m quite alright.” Yoongi rasps, low and gruff, shaking his head.

“Please, don’t misunderstand.” Hoseok says softly, resting his hand on Jimin’s knee before giving it a little pat. “It’s not that he hates pups or doesn’t care about them. He just prefers to support from a distance in his own way.”

“Whatever works for you, I suppose.” Jungkook shrugs, tossing another log into the fire.

“I’ll gladly hold her again once she finishes feeding. My arms contain enough love for the two of us. Fresh pups are one of the greatest wonders of the world.” Hoseok declares confidently, smiling so big that it splits his face in two.

“You say fresh like they’re a loaf of bread or something.” Yoongi replies with a groan.

“Well… How else am I supposed to describe it? Fresh just works!”

“Okay, but… Are you implying that they become stale at a certain point? Do they turn not fresh after a while? Something about it feels negative for the future.” Jungkook wonders aloud when he turns around to stare into the living room.

“Good point.” Yoongi nods in agreement.

“Okay, no more questions at this time! Thanks!” Hoseok exclaims loudly, crossing his arms over his chest before flopping back into the couch cushion.

Although they provide encouragement and fellowship in a different manner than Namjoon and Seokjin, Jimin appreciates his time with Hoseok and Yoongi just as much as he does the other couple. They talk about all sorts of topics, drink steaming cups of tea and coffee, and harbor no lofty expectations about receiving entertainment throughout their visit.

The only person that evokes a unique reaction with their visit is Taehyung.

Technically, he visits frequently considering he works on the farm with Jungkook, but he only officially enters inside to meet the pup after weeks of noticeably avoiding the situation altogether.

It makes sense when he visibly bursts into tears and hysterically sobs as he holds Hana in his arms, a wealth of emotions gripping Jimin when he watches a poignant moment unfold without warning. He struggles to decide what course of action to take, ultimately allowing him to process everything on his own without attempting to talk about how he feels or why.

Admittedly, it breaks Jimin’s heart to witness.

“Sorry about that.” Taehyung says sheepishly, eyes glued to the hardwood floor when he returns Hana to Jimin’s hold.

“No worries.” Jimin answers in a voice barely above a whisper. “Just know I’m always here if you want to talk.”

“Thank you.” Taehyung chokes out.

Things naturally fall into a rhythm that works for the whole family, the passage of time speeding by before Jimin and Jungkook manage to process it all.

Jimin happily devotes the majority of his time to caring for Hana. He feeds her when she grows hungry, helps her with bathing every afternoon, changes her diapers when necessary, puts her in fresh clothing after she spits up on herself, talks to her constantly, and never lets her want for anything. They stay together all day long without ever separating.

Even as Jungkook spends a good chunk of time outside of the home to continue his hard work to maintain their property, he still manages to see Jimin and Hana fairly often.

A certain familiarity from their old routine falls into place which makes Jimin endlessly overjoyed.

“I know we still have a month or two to go, but I have a feeling that you might be an omega. Something about you is telling me that. Being feisty and strong and stubborn doesn’t automatically mean you’re an alpha, right? I think you’ll be an omega just like me.” Jimin says in a soft, soothing voice, peppering kisses to Hana’s face as he dresses her in fresh clothing before bed.

The undeniable screeching of a horse carriage coming to a halt in front of the house sends Jimin’s body into a sense of shock, his heart dropping into his ass so swiftly that his stomach swoops uncomfortably.

A chorus of thuds echo off the walls of the bedroom as the horses march into place, a million and one thoughts swirling in his mind as he attempts to decipher the event. He struggles to recall any news about guests intending to stop by, especially so late into the night, the sun already descending beyond the horizon to coat the earth in chilling darkness. It leaves him with no idea who could be outside.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Jimin spits out frantically, popping his head into the bathroom to locate Jungkook who sits in the bathtub.

“What?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide and full of confusion, his scent spiking almost immediately. “Right… Right now? No, of course not.”

“Someone just pulled up outside and I don’t know who it could be. Unless it’s some kind of emergency, surely it’s not any of our neighbors. Should we go out to check what’s going on? I can see—“

“Absolutely fucking not.” Jungkook declares abruptly, standing to his feet in the middle of the tub.

“But—“

“You stay right here and wait for me to see what’s happening. Okay? I’ll be right back.” Jungkook says firmly, leaving no room for argument when he pulls on his robe and rushes through the house to the front door.

Jimin tiptoes to the bedroom door and waits.

All manner of conversation erupts outside, but with the whipping winds against the house and the sound of horses neighing, he fails to comprehend any of it.

He anxiously holds Hana to his chest and distracts himself by rubbing circles in her back, a nagging feeling eating away at his resolve until he threatens to devolve into a panicked mess. His instincts care about his pup’s safety so greatly that it causes him to worry about the simplest things these days.

When two familiar figures rush through the front door and into Jimin’s line of sight, his jaw drops to the floor and shatters into a hundred pieces.

“Ma! Pa!” Jimin shouts at such high intensity that it hurts his own ears in the process, his body still as a statue while he fights to contemplate the emotions overtaking him, everything inside of him coming to a startling pause at the scents of cocoa and orange blossom. “I can’t believe you’re finally here! I missed you so much!”

Notes:

all is right with the world 💖

our precious babies have a baby of their own! the worlds most loved pup! they make the most wonderful family! and how special that our guests finally showed up again!! ahhh!! so much goodness!

i’m so sad that our journey is almost over :( next chapter, predictably, has a bit more time between scenes and such.

thank you for following this fic throughout the past few months!

now is usually when i talk about my next story that will start the weekend after this one finishes. it’s jikook a/b/o again, alpha jk and omega jm, but with a twist! it’s modern meets traditional where ceo jk is thrust from the city into the rigid life of tradition in head omega jms pack. enemies to lovers, fated mates, angst with a happy ending, and povs alternate between jikook every other chapter!! it starts aug 24th at 7pm kst :)

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Chapter 13: Loved

Notes:

Glimmering rays of sunshine only just appear in the edges of the sky when Jimin’s eyes creep open in the early morning, a whispy sigh falling from his lips as he allows himself a moment to merely exist in the peace surrounding him, the world delightfully quiet when the inhabitants of the land still remain in their slumber.

The beginnings of spring steadily encroach to push away the frigid temperatures and melt any lingering bits of snow still hanging around.

With the fire roaring in the fireplace, several blankets covering their bed, and secure walls blocking the gusts of wind outside, the omega finds himself entrenched in the utmost comfort imaginable. Jungkook’s amber scent blesses his senses with each breath he takes. His body feels truly and completely relaxed without a care in the world.

Life is good.

To make matters infinitely greater, Hana remains fully immersed in sleep in her bassinet along the wall next to Jimin and Jungkook’s bed.

“Mornin’, omega.” Jungkook says with his raspy, scratchy morning voice a handful of minutes later.

“Good morning.” Jimin replies, bright and smiling, his heart rate increasing when he peers over at his alpha’s handsome face. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I reckon I slept about as good as I can when our pup wakes us up every few hours.”

“Understandable.” Jimin nods, his skin erupting in chills when Jungkook reaches over to pull him into his side and embrace him in his warmth. Any further musings die on his tongue almost instantly.

“You know, we used to be real productive in the mornings before we became parents. Just you and me, no responsibilities, nothing to worry about. I used to start my day in the best way possible, hm?” Jungkook states in a low voice, his excruciatingly hot lips trailing down to mouth over Jimin’s pulse point.

“Ain’t no way you’re calling that productive.” Jimin whispers through an airy giggle.

“Why the hell not?” Jungkook asks, grumbling richly before delivering more punishingly pleasurable kisses to the omega’s neck in retaliation. “It was as useful as it was wonderful. Starting off on a high note and whatnot.”

“I miss spending time alone with you.” Jimin admits softly, every cell inside of him blooming in delight with Jungkook’s body pressing them so close together.

“Me too, darlin’. Me too. More than you could ever imagine.”

“Not too much longer and we can do whatever we want. She’s almost three months now, so everything should be back to normal. I… I think. I hope so, at least.” Jimin says with eagerness and anticipation simmering in his bones.

“Oh, how I look forward to that day.” Jungkook groans, his fingertips digging into Jimin’s hip.

“I love you, alpha.” Jimin croons, saccharine sweet in his breathy tone, every word spoken with true sincerity as he stares directly into Jungkook’s dark eyes. “Wait for me a little longer, please.”

“I love you more than love itself, sweetheart. I would wait a hundred years for you if I needed to.” Jungkook declares before capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Their morning bliss lasts for around half an hour in total, the two of them snuggled up in each other’s arms while they indulge the whims of their hearts without any sense of urgency propelling them forward. A million chores pile up around the house and a multitude of duties await on the property, but neither of them possess the motivation to separate until the last second when Hana rouses for the day.

Even though Jimin misses the quiet solitude of living as a family of two, laments the decreased workload around their home, and longs to freely enjoy his alpha whenever he pleases, he would never trade his current circumstances for anything in the world.

“Give me that precious pup while you cook!” Ma commands with a tsk, shaking her head as she pads across the kitchen. “No need for all this trouble when I’m right here, honey.”

“Alright, alright. I just… I don’t want to bother you is all. You’ve got things to do too.” Jimin says quietly.

“Ain’t nothing more important than looking after my great grandchild, don’t you reckon? The chores can pile up, but the days when she’s young are going to fly right by. Believe me when I tell you that, little omega.” Jimin’s grandmother declares confidently, reaching to pull Hana from the sling across his front.

“Trust me, I do. It’s already happening right before my very eyes. Where has the time gone?” Jimin questions wistfully, shaking his head, mourning the loss of warmth and comfort his pup provides.

“I wonder that every day of my life, especially when I look at you.”

Although Jimin would happily allow his grandparents to stay in his home without ever lifting a finger to contribute in any way whatsoever, both he and Jungkook eternally appreciate the extra sets of helping hands wherever they need them.

His Ma works wonders in the house where she assists in cleaning, cooking, and watching the pup.

Jimin’s Pa dedicates an enormous chunk of his time on the property, helping with anything from feeding the animals to repairing fences. His expertise and knowledge about life on the farm immensely lightens Jungkook’s burden.

When they arrived in the driveway and settled into an upstairs bedroom with no concrete plans to leave, Jungkook and Jimin simply accepted their presence as a permanent fixture in their lives.

“Come on and sit down, dearest. Quit slaving over that stove for a few minutes so you can feed yourself too. You never know when to rest, do you?” Pa all but demands, waving his hand to motion to the last empty chair at the dining table.

“I’m coming!” Jimin shouts on his way into the dining room, a cheery smile on his face when he plops down in his seat. “I wanted to finish this now because I’m taking a fat nap after lunch.”

“Well, you’re just full of good ideas!” Ma retorts before laughing.

“Seokjin always says to sleep when the pup sleeps and it’s working out real good so far, ‘specially with how often she wakes up in the night.” Jimin says happily, scarfing down mouthfuls of his stew and eyeing Hana from where she rests in Jungkook’s lap.

“It’s a wonder how you all sleep with her ear piercing cries every few hours.” Jungkook states with wide eyes.

“Pa sleeps like a log and snores like one too. It’d be a miracle for him to wake up for anything. A tornado could blow the roof off the house without him ever knowing.” Ma answers as she shakes her head in disbelief. “I suppose it helps block out any outside noises for me too.”

“Maybe it’ll change when she’s a bit older and we start putting her in her nursery instead of our bedroom.” Jimin thinks aloud, shrugging his shoulders, a pleased smile on his face.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” Pa asks rhetorically.

The addition of two other people to the household livens the day infinitely more than Jimin knew possible. Someone, or something, always moves from one room to another, speaks into the silence, brings energy into the air, or contributes to the chaos. Dull moments become few and far between in the best way imaginable.

Not a single aspect of the omega’s life leaves him wanting for more, satisfied fo the depths of his being with his complete family constantly surrounding him and drowning him in love.

If he could remain like this in perpetuity, he would.

“Do you think she’ll remember these moments when she’s older?” Jimin questions thoughtfully, watching as Hana lies on the grass while she gazes up at the beautiful blue sky.

“Not a chance, baby.” Jungkook answers without a second of hesitation.

“Really?”

“Do you remember a single thing from when you were that young? ‘Cause I sure as hell don’t remember nothing that early on. There just ain’t no way.” Jungkook declares confidently, pausing his shoveling motions to look over at Jimin.

“Well… I guess I don’t.” Jimin huffs, crossing his arms over his sensitive and swollen chest.

“That don’t mean you should keep her locked up inside all day and never give her good experiences.” Jungkook says as he smiles handsomely. “These moments still matter too, yeah?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Jimin nods in agreement, his heart overflowing when he hears her endless cooing.

“Plus, I think I might enjoy it more than she does. It’s awful nice getting to stare at your pretty face while I work. You smell much better than these animals pens out here, darlin’.”

“Thank you.” Jimin blushes even after all this time, warm and bright, his insides tingling. “I’m glad to provide motivation for you to work hard.”

Supper passes much in the same way as lunch, all of them crowding around the table to devour the meal Jimin prepared, their mouths somehow finding topics of conversation to broach when they talk every single day for countless hours. A relaxing atmosphere, low stakes, smiles plentiful, the pup bouncing from one set of arms to another, delicious food piling into their mouths, and fire crackling soothingly in the background.

Once the dishes sit on the racks to dry and the sun departs beyond the trees in the distance, the whole house changes into sleeping clothes to plop around the living room while decompressing from the day.

Jimin and Jungkook cuddle up together on the couch with Ma and Pa in separate chairs near the fire.

Utter peace.

“Do you want a house of your own?” Jungkook rasps in his deep voice, the sound vibrating Jimin’s head where it rests on his chest.

“Pardon?” Pa questions with furrowed brows and his lips in a straight line.

“Would you rather have a separate place to live without us?” Jungkook clarifies, though it seems to offer little that satisfies Jimin’s grandparents.

“Are you kicking us out?” Ma asks in shock.

“Is that what you want? Do you want us to leave? Are you not happy with us staying here?” Pa rapid fires his questions, voice low with every word, Jimin’s heart threatening to jump out of his chest at the sudden direction of the conversation.

“No, no! Not at all!” Jungkook answers before the omega can jump in to fix things. “I just want you two to be comfortable. I… I’ll work hard and build you a place on the property if you want.”

“We don’t.” Ma asserts firmly, eyes dark and heavy.

“No?” Jimin asks.

“We done packed up everything we own and sold whatever we couldn’t bring with us. We’ll stay here with you two as long as you’ll let us. Help with the pups and housework and farm. We don’t need no place of our own, not if you don’t.” Ma explains her thoughts easily and swiftly, the scents of orange blossom and cocoa combining wonderfully with Jungkook’s amber.

“That sounds like a right good plan to me.” Jungkook nods, steadfast and stoic.

“Me too.” Jimin beams brighter than the sun.

Their nightly arrangement sends Jimin into a sense of deja vu every single time, transported back to the days when he used to lie on the couch between his grandparents while he soaked up the affection they freely offered him.

It makes him even more happy with Jungkook holding him close and Hana asleep in the bedroom.

A couple of years earlier, this amazing life would never exist beyond the omega’s wildest dreams, his mind simply unable to conjure something so innately delightful and fulfilling. He cherishes every day knowing that it resides as everything he ever wanted, plus more. Unfortunate moments still happen because the universe functions in that way, but even those times feel manageable knowing what boundless love surrounds him.

As he crawls into bed in his comfortable night gown, burrowing beneath the collection of blankets that smell like a glorious mixture of brown sugar and amber, Jungkook’s body plastered up against his while they drift off to sleep, Jimin already looks forward to waking bright and early in the morning.

---

Though the absence of their pup weighs in the back of Jimin’s mind as he slips into the bedroom, body freshly scrubbed from head to toe, hair neatly arranged atop his head, and every inch of skin moisturized to ultimately softness, the anticipation bubbling inside of him grows too intense to deny, excitement consuming him whole while he sucks in heavy breaths and steels himself for the night to come.

“Why are you all the way over there for, omega?” Jungkook asks in a low drawl, his dark eyes stirring the fire in Jimin’s gut to life.

“I… I’m not.” Jimin refutes with a shake of his head.

“Like hell you’re not.” Jungkook says firmly, extending him arm to barely brush against Jimin’s shoulder, his fingertips hot and rough in his motions. “Are you tryin’ to say this is normal? I can’t even touch you from this far away.”

“Don’t be dramatic. I’m just laying here on my side of the bed like usual. Everything is normal.”

Perhaps in a moment of contemplation regarding his future actions, Jungkook pauses to fall utterly silent as he merely stares into Jimin’s eyes and nothing more. The tension in the room only thickens, insistent and impossible to ignore, hanging over their heads the longer they drag it out. Jimin’s heart pounds, pounds, pounds in his chest.

The rush of emotions in the air only builds and builds with each passing second until it becomes difficult to breathe in their bedroom.

Jungkook snaps all too suddenly, ready to pounce on his mate after such a lengthy time apart.

“Get over here and let me make love to you like you deserve, darlin’.” Jungkook rasps in his deep and addictingly gruff voice, hands making their way to Jimin’s hip and lower back to guide him. “Come on, now. I know how bad you want it too. Smell so sweet and ripe that I practically taste it on my tongue.”

“Yes, alpha.” Jimin replies obediently, desiring nothing more than to fall apart beneath his touch.

“You look pretty as ever, you know that? It still amazes me how much more beautiful you get with every damn day. I can’t keep up with that.” Jungkook declares in a moment of amazed reverence.

“You’re the handsomest alpha in the world, so don’t even think like that.” Jimin states confidently.

“Well, I reckon if you think that’s true, that’s all that matters to me.”

“Kiss me like you mean it.” Jimin commands sweetly, voice a breathy whisper when he nervously musters the courage to stare into Jungkook’s eyes after he assumes his position beneath him, his arousal so immense in his belly that he physically aches. “I don’t want to wait a minute longer to be with you again.”

Jungkook requires all of two seconds to follow the demand and hungrily capture the omega’s lips in a kiss that steals the breath from his lungs.

Clashing tongues that lick into one another’s mouth without hesitation, swallowing down panting breaths that taste of sweet arousal with the sheer strength of their scents in the air, pleading words tearing from their throats to voice their raw need, speeding heart rates that pound so violently they cause pain.

Their impatience leads them to barrel forward and seek what they crave, yet their touches remain full of adoration and consideration.

Never once does Jungkook allow his raging instincts to cloud his greater judgement.

“Why are you looking at me like that, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks in such a soft manner that it evokes a colony of butterflies in Jimin’s stomach. “How am I supposed to work in these conditions?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t got a damn clue, but it makes me want to melt into a bunch of pieces on the floor. You words are filthy as sin and that’s confusing when your eyes shine so big and bright that I can hardly breathe when I look at you.” Jungkook explains as best as he can, settling over Jimin after successfully removing both of their night clothes from their bodies.

“No more than three months without sex and you turn into a wordsmith.” Jimin says in exasperation, smiling in amusement at his alpha’s wonderstruck expression.

“You did this to me, baby.” Jungkook shakes his head before releasing a deep chuckle.

Touch.

Something so innately simple that it feels ridiculous for it to blow Jimin’s mind in such a way, rendered useless from the scorching heat of Jungkook’s fingers gripping his hips.

Delight courses through him at unprecedented rates as he lies pliant against the bed and indulges in the affection his mate freely pours into him. From intoxicating kisses down his neck and chest to hands drifting lower on his body to skin flush together until it combines into one, everything contributes to the bliss attempting to swallow Jimin whole.

If he contained the presence of mind to acknowledge his current physical condition, he might feel self conscious about how his slick pours out of him so readily that it drowns the blankets beneath him and stains them in sticky, sweet brown sugary wetness.

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. The last thing I want is to hurt you or bring you pain because I wasn’t careful enough. We’ll go as slow as you need to get to a place where you’re ready for me, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jimin nods vigorously, fingernails digging into the bed below him for purchase. “Good. F-Feels so good. Perfect. Don’t… Don’t stop, please.”

“Have I told you how much I love looking at you like this?” Jungkook asks with a satisfied hum.

“You have.”

“It’s true, especially now that you carried my pup so well and have the marks to prove it. It just makes you even more irresistible in my eyes. Every part of you is so strong and pretty and perfect. I love you way too much.” Jungkook outpours love and adoration in every word he speaks, using his fingers to stretch Jimin little by little until he verges on losing his mind.

It requires an absurd amount of energy for the omega to refrain from moaning loud enough that everyone in the house hears him. He actively focuses on biting his tongue, holding back his whimpers, and avoiding alerting his own grandparents to the debaucherous actions occurring downstairs. While it certainly withdraws some of the pleasure due to the mental capacity used, Jimin still floats in the clouds in a bout of bliss with his body too delighted to function.

“Does it feel different now?” Jungkook asks roughly, mouth delivering tortuously hot kisses to shell of Jimin’s ear while he sits three fingers deep inside of him.

“A… A little.” Jimin nods, squirming, beside himself with need. “Not good or bad, just different.”

“Makes sense.”

“I’m ready, alpha. Please, I want you so badly that I can’t hardly stand it. B-Been thinking about this for longer than I care to admit. Don’t… Don’t make me wait any longer.” Jimin pleads in sheer desperation, unable to care about anything except taking his mate inside him once again.

“Are you sure you’re ready, baby?” Jungkook questions in his rich and sweet voice that makes Jimin’s teeth ache.

“I’m more than sure. I promise. I want you so, so, so much.” Jimin aggressively nods his head before clenching around the alpha’s fingers to emphasize his point, choking on his breaths.

“I’m going to make you feel so good that you forget what it’s like to be apart for so long, yeah?”

The agonizing seconds that Jimin waits for Jungkook to line himself up at his sopping, twitching entrance feel like an eternity, body and mind frozen in place while he fails to receive oxygen in his lungs or think a single coherent thought.

When it finally, finally, finally happens, an explosion of sensations overwhelm the omega’s body.

Jungkook.

Only Jungkook.

He swims in Jimin’s veins, drowns him in his amber scent, overtakes his every breath, breaks him down into little pieces to rebuild him in a way that only exists beneath his guidance.

An excruciatingly euphoric moment where every cell in Jimin’s body swells with pleasure until they verge on exploding. His vision wanes, replaced with sparks of colorful lights that dance across his eyelids. The ringing in his ears somehow overpowers the blaring thuds off his racing heart. Each of his muscles pull taut to the point that they ache, ready to snap under the intense reaction to such wonderful sensations.

Nothing can, could, or will ever compare to the feeling of his alpha stretching him impossibly wide to carve out a space inside of Jimin that only exists in his presence.

“Please, please, please—“ Jimin cries out, high pitched and delirious with need. “G-Good… So good, please. Missed this so badly. T-Think I might have died and gone to heaven.”

“Then I reckon you’ve taken me with you, omega. What a goddamn dream. Don’t think I’m going to last more than a few strokes before I pop a knot because this is just too perfect.” Jungkook replies in kind, caging Jimin’s body in as he pulls out ever so slowly.

“I love you.” Jimin says, as sweet as honey, tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

“I love you more, my darlin’.”

With far less vigor and insistence than expected, Jungkook drives his cock in and out of Jimin at a gradual pace, reaching far inside of his walls until the omega feels him in his throat, filling him again and again with an abundance of love that surmounts into something truly soul-wrenching.

In this moment, Jimin experiences such a captivating amalgamation of their flourishing bond that it leaves him rendered speechless, useless, lost to the weight of his emotions.

“M-More.” Jimin begs as he throws his head back against the pillows and sparks in the bliss of his mate’s cock pounding into him after an excruciating time apart. “More, please, need more. Just… Just a little. Almost there.”

“Alpha’s got you, baby. Don’t you fucking worry. Give you everything.” Jungkook growls from the depths of his throat, sucking the mating bite on Jimin’s next into his sweltering, lush mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes—“

“You want my knot, don’t you? Ready to take it? Not too much too soon? Are you sure?” Jungkook asks in a slightly worried tone, his fingers wrapping around Jimin’s aching, throbbing cock that leaks against his belly.

“W-Want it. Yes, please. Want it more than anything. Always… Always need it.” Jimin answers swiftly, the coil in his belly winding tight enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” Jungkook all but commands. “Come on my cock.”

“Oh, oh, please. Oh, alpha—“

The power and intensity of Jimin’s release throttles him to previously unreachable heights, thrust into a headspace so far from the earth that it sends his heart soaring through the air, his consciousness fading away as his body bursts beneath the wonderful bliss rushing through his veins.

Jungkook meets his end only seconds later, the bulbous stretch of his knot locking him inside Jimin’s seizing walls to unite them together in primal connection.

Together they pant and writhe and moan through their highs until all energy zaps from their spent bodies.

“Maybe we should start putting the pup to bed in her own room every night from now on.” Jimin suggests in a smiley daze, fingertips gently tracing shapes on Jungkook’s bare back where the alpha lies lifeless atop him.

“That’s a damn good idea.” Jungkook nods in agreement, peppering kisses to his mate’s face, amber pouring into the air in waves. “I think we should.”

“How about one more to celebrate?” Jimin questions with a sparkling glimmer in his eyes.

“My knot is still buried inside of you and you’re thinking about a second round?” Jungkook asks in exasperation, an incredulous expression painting his face.

“Yes.”

“I missed this so damn much.” Jungkook groans, head falling forward to rest on the pillow beside Jimin. “Holy shit.”

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The second growing season on their own property growing their own crops to reap the fruits of their own labor actually far surpasses the successes of the first year.

Jungkook—along with Jimin’s grandfather and Taehyung’s helping hands—manages to double the expanse of his plots around the farm, practically tripling the amount of corn and also planting a wealth of other crops that all fair surprisingly well. It requires more attention from everyone as they work every bit of the daylight hours to not let any time go to waste.

When the spring bleeds into summer and the harvest starts, their efforts prove well worth it.

Undeniable happiness billows from Jimin’s pores as he leans back in the carriage with Hana contained tightly in his arms, immensely pleased to feel the warm wind whipping through his hair and experience the bounce of the wheels over the rugged pathway leading to town, pride overtaking him each weekend that he joins his alpha at the market to sell their freshly grown produce.

What joyous excitement.

“Yes, I know, little dove. I hear you. Babbling my ear off instead of eating like you should. You can tell me anything you want once you finish your milk so we can head down to the stall with your father.” Jimin says in a soft, soothing voice, his pup alternating between exuberant coos and mouthfuls of milk. “Eat well, my sweet pup.”

It takes quite a while for Jimin to prepare himself and Hana to leave the safety of their carriage, but he succeeds in cleaning them both of milk, placing her into the sling around his front, and climbing out into the scorching heat to pad away towards the market.

Lingering eyes garner his attention far more than before now that he wears his pup everywhere he goes and townsfolk openly show their curiosity.

Jimin holds his head high, determined to battle against the instincts inside of him that wish to flee from danger or claw out the watchful gazes that follow him, smiling to himself as he skips down the walkway to his alpha. A sort of invincibility simmers in his bones when he knows that Jungkook waits on the sidelines, ready to strike in a moment’s notice should the need arise. He fears absolutely no one anymore.

“Welcome back, darlin’. I’m glad you returned because business is always booming when you’re here.” Jungkook exclaims cheerfully, leaning in to kiss both of the omegas on the head before assuming his position at the front of the vendor stall.

“You mean it? Honest? Are you selling more when I’m here?” Jimin questions with a beaming smile tugging on his lips.

“Of course!” Jungkook nods rapidly, arranging bushels of corn on the table, his amber scent teeming with richness. “You’re just too pretty to resist. You draw them to the stall and the produce does the rest. It’s a joint effort, I reckon.”

“Anything I can do to help!”

“Alls you need to do is sit there looking like your beautiful self.” Jungkook answers in a happy drawl, standing tall and broad while he waits for their next customer to approach.

“You hear that, lovely? We got work to do!” Jimin leans down to ask Hana and delights in her excited squeal.

The added supply from extending the farm provides Jungkook with plenty crops to sell both in bulk and small collections, a legion of guests still stopping by the property to directly place humongous orders while they sell individual amounts at the market on most weekends.

Even a minuscule break from tending to the farm to head to town allots their family the opportunity to spend quality time together and cherish their immense blessings while also being productive.

“Howdy! It’s a right pleasure to see you all again!” Minji exclaims in her bright tone as he stands in front of the stall.

“Good afternoon.” Jungkook offers a slight bow of acknowledgment.

“Oh! Hello again! It’s been so long since I last saw the both of you together!” Jimin says loudly, eyes blowing wide when he looks up to find the beta couple only feet away. “How are you doing these days?”

“Hello, Jimin! We’re doing just swell. It looks like you all are too.” Sunhee answers in a soft, gentle voice, her coconut scent swirling in the air.

“We’re right as rain.” Jungkook declares confidently.

“Do you figure you can spare some corn for us? She’s been wanting it real bad and we ran out of what I bought a couple weeks ago. How much ever you can spare is great.” Minji asks, staring down at the array of bushels on the stand, a huge bag slung over her arm.

“Sure can do.” Jungkook proclaims before he starts gathering up a bundle for the beta couple. “Is a whole bushel too much? Not enough? You want more than that?”

“A whole bushel is perfect! No more than that, not ‘cause we don’t want it, but ‘cause it’s early still and you’ve got plenty more people interested in buying.” Minji states kindly, pulling open her bag to dump the corn inside.

“Stop by the house anytime and you can pick up some more. My kitchen’s overflowing with goodies and they’re bringing in more every day.” Jimin smiles at Sunhee while bouncing Hana in his lap.

“Will do.” Sunhee nods to address the request.

“Thank you for doing business with us.” Jungkook rasps, reorganizing the remaining bushels on the table before he offers them a wave goodbye.

“Yes, as always! Thank you!” Jimin shouts out after them.

Most of their crops, corn included, sell out in the early afternoon, their supply never truly enough to satisfy all the townsfolk that wish to shop from Jungkook’s homegrown produce. A delightful problem to possess regardless of how they look at it. Directly profiting off their hard work and manual labor creates an additional bonus to owning such a gigantic farm that they sustain their whole family plus tons more.

They gather all their belongings and pack up their stall once they sell out of everything, transitioning into perhaps Jimin’s favorite part of the day.

Shopping.

Hand in hand, with Hana clutched to the omega’s chest while she babbles endlessly about whatever her innocent mind conjures up, Jungkook and Jimin stroll down the wooden walkways that line the square, allowing their eyes to drift to the plethora of goods on display as they contemplate whether they need—or want—any of them for their own use.

Jimin, of course, always comes stocked with a mental list of things to purchase for their home.

“Are you sure you got all the tools and stuff you need for the property?” Jimin questions as he eyes the skimp crate of items in the back of their carriage before Jungkook closes it. “You can pick up anything. We don’t mind waiting for you, not one bit.”

“I’m sure as can be, baby. Thank you, though. No need to keep you two waiting after a long day.” Jungkook replies, raising his hand to cup Jimin’s heated cheek, smiling so sweetly that it makes his heart swell.

“Well… I got lots I want to get!”

“That’s perfect ‘cause I got two hands that are empty and ready to hold whatever it is your heart desires.” Jungkook grins, stepping away to head towards the shops.

Despite the immense success of their farm and the blessing of plentiful finances to more than sustain their family for years to come, they still conduct themselves with a scarcity mindset. Neither of them regularly buy things they can easily live without, save for the quality of life improvements they occasionally add like home decorations, items for the pup, or materials such as fabric to craft other useful stuff.

Jimin absolutely adores spending the better half of the late afternoon striding up and down the walkways while he gazes upon the new goods available in the multitude of shops contained in the town square.

From a stack of various fabrics for making the pup new clothes to extra jars for preserving crops, he grabs whatever he needs without worry.

In the end, they find themselves in a pup themed store that Jimin loves more than any other child shop.

“I’d reckon our pup is a bit too big for these things, wouldn’t you say?” Jungkook asks in a low, raspy voice, leaning over Jimin’s shoulder to peer down at the tiny shoes and newborn clothing spread across the display table.

“This one certainly is. You’re right about that. It’s real sad to think that she used to be this size nearly six months ago.” Jimin laments, distant and longing.

“How is that even possible?”

“I got no earthly idea.” Jimin answers honestly, shaking his head, fingertips rubbing over the soft material of the black shoes. “Maybe we oughta have ourselves another one so we can really appreciate that stage this time.”

At that, Jungkook instantly pauses, the world suspended in time as they both turn their heads to make direct eye contact. Neither of them utter a word for a long time, the strength of Jungkook’s amber scent settling over the omega to send his heart rate into a gradually faster pace. Both of them understand the gravity of Jimin’s statement which heightens the tension filling the air in the shop around them.

“Now?” Jungkook asks, low and slow, words pouring from his lips like molasses.

“Just… Just soon. Maybe. Hopefully. If we can.” Jimin answers before his eyes dart away from the face still incredibly close on his shoulder.

“I think that would work out real good, darlin’.” Jungkook states succinctly, gently nodding his head in agreement while he steps back to slowly gaze around the pup store one more time. “Let’s give it a try.”

“Pretty sure we already are.” Jimin whispers, bursting into a fit of giggles as his cheeks redden.

“Damn right we are, every single day.”

After a day of spending quality time together, selling their harvested crops at the market, and perusing the various shops in the town square, Jimin wants to jump over the moon with excitement at the idea of sitting down in a lovely restaurant to enjoy dinner as a family of three.

No slaving over a hot stove or cleaning dishes after finishing, just eating a delicious meal without stress.

Jungkook, of course, readily obliges and finds them a spot in a less populated restaurant where the omega can privately feed their pup without wandering eyes watching his every move.

“I sure hope Ma likes the fabric I picked out for Hana’s new clothes. She grows out of them so fast that I’m about ready to just put her in a big sack and call it a day. It ain’t like she can even walk yet or anything.” Jimin muses as he sips on his fresh lemonade and chomps on some freshly baked bread.

“Something tells me that Seokjin and Namjoon don’t bother with perfectly fitting clothes most of the time either.” Jungkook hums in response, cracking a smile when he glares across the table at Jimin.

“They certainly don’t.” Jimin shakes his head, amused at the imagery of all their pups running around in ill fitting clothing.

“At least you don’t got to do it all by yourself anymore, yeah?” Jungkook questions gently, scooping a serving of meat onto Jimin’s plate as soon as the waitress delivers their food to the table. “It’s awful nice to have your grandparents around to help us with stuff like this.”

“I’m glad that you think so.” Jimin says softly, eternally appreciative of his supportive, loving family.

“Who knew that family could actually make your life better.”

The journey home results in both Jimin and Hana falling asleep, lulled by the steady thudding of the horses’ hooves against the dirt road, beyond exhausted after spending almost an entire day out in town from sun up to sun down.

If Jimin pretends to continue dreaming once they arrive home so that Jungkook will carry him to bed too, no one needs to know.

---

Seasons change in the blink of an eye when every moment contains something to fill the time, each day overflowing with an amalgamation of wonderfully mundane events that leave them utterly satisfied with the routine they carefully curated after all this time together.

The best occurrences arise on the seldom special occasions that bring everyone in one place to celebrate.

Nothing brightens Jimin’s life like the sense of community he experiences when all the people he cherishes most come together to engage in joyous fellowship. Everyone joined in a single location, not a quiet moment for hours, delicious food from a variety of cooks, endless laughter that echoes off the walls, and a cocktail of delightful scents to represent everyone in attendance.

Family.

Both Jimin and Jungkook recognize it clear as day.

They somehow created a group of people so close that they feel like true family, wholly supportive and loving in the best or worst moments, ever present throughout all changes that life brings.

“You give me that right now.” Pa demands roughly, leaving no room for argument. “Sit down on that couch and don’t even think about getting up.”

“But… Pa!”

“No talking back or I’ll swat your behind. Don’t think for a second that just ‘cause you’re grown with a pup of your own that I won’t still discipline you like the old days. Go rest while me and your Ma take care of things, honey pie.” Pa states blankly, not an ounce of jest in his voice, waving Jimin off into the other room while he assumes his position in front of the stove.

“Fine, but only ‘cause the smell of these blueberries is making me so nauseous that I might puke everywhere.” Jimin huffs, swallowing down the accumulating saliva in his mouth.

“Take it easy and let that pup grow like it should.”

As much as he hates feeling utterly useless while his grandparents and Jungkook handle everything for the harvest gathering on their own, he would never deny how much it helps to merely lounge on the couch with the fresh fall breeze blowing through the windows to wash over him in its crisp, natural scent.

Jungkook periodically returns to the house with Hana strapped to his chest to check on the omega and ensure all looks like it should for their end of season celebration only hours away.

“Huh?” Jimin breathes out heavily, springing into an upright position to glance around the room. “Where’d the pup go?”

“What was that, sweetie?” Ma shouts from the dining room.

“I can’t find Hana! She was just right here! I swear, I only closed my eyes for two seconds before she disappeared out of thin air and—“

“She done crawled in here to help your Pa arrange the harvest baskets. Everything’s fine and dandy, little omega. Take a deep breath and calm down.” Ma says soothingly, Jimin’s racing heart and stuttering breaths of panic instantly subsiding once he knows his pup lives safely.

“If I recall correctly, stress ain’t good for pregnancy.” Pa gently reminds him.

“Neither is losing a whole pup!”

Luckily the morning sickness fades by the afternoon which provides Jimin plenty of time to dress himself in suitable clothing, feed Hana both milk and fresh fruits, and offer a quick once over of the house to clean anything that still needs some assistance.

A horde of guests arrive so swiftly that it shocks his system to suddenly walk out of his bedroom to find a crowd eager to greet him.

“Jimin! My precious angel! It’s so lovely to see you again!” Seokjin exclaims loudly, cutting through the idle chatter and pup screaming to grace Jimin’s ears with his familiar voice. “How are you feeling today?”

“Early morning sickness is the worst.” Jimin groans, resting his hand over his flat belly.

“Sure is! Ain’t it crazy that we choose to suffer through it again and again? Nothing about humans makes any sense.”

“And to think you spent damn near a year thinking about having more pups before you finally called it quits.” Hoseok interjects, walking up to pat Jimin on the shoulder in a typical affectionate gesture.

“There are some horrible parts of pregnancy, but having a sweet little pup at the end makes it all worth it.” Seokjin defends, wistful and longing.

“You’re certainly right about that.” Jimin nods rapidly.

“Oh! Good to see you all again!” Taehyung exclaims as he walks out of the spare bedroom where they store their extra produce.

“Howdy!” Seokjin says quickly, not skipping a beat.

“Good afternoon, friend!” Hoseok replies with a cheery smile on his face.

“Nice of you to finally stop working and join us.” Jimin teases in jest, noticing the way Hana reaches out for Taehyung to hold her, handing her off without hesitation.

“How about we go check out the bonfire and see what the rest of ‘em are up to?” Seokjin suggests, rounding up his crew of pup to urge them outside, his guiding presence always welcome in Jimin’s life. “Something tells me they ain’t behaving like they should be.”

The fellow omega’s words ring true when they trek across the property towards the empty space reserved for the outside portion of the harvest gathering, all of the alphas—and betas—foolishly engaging in some sort of physical challenge where they attempt to jump over the gradually growing fire without falling into the flames.

Needless to say that Seokjin scolds them and shuts their childish display down in a split second.

With everyone together at Jimin and Jungkook’s house, they spend every second talking, laughing, joking, and enjoying the celebration. Their abundance of pups run to and fro without a care in the world, Hana still too young yet to really play with the others. A wonderful occasion for them to speak freely and soak up the fun of friendship before the weather slowly transitions into unbearably cold temperatures.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Having so many pups at once would be a huge burden. We could never ask that of you!” Seokjin exclaims while he shakes his head, Miyoung heavy on his hip regardless of how big she grows.

“That’s why we volunteered, dearest. No need to ask.” Ma declares confidently. “Are you doubtful of our childcare abilities? Is that what this is about? Believe me, we watched our fair share of pups back in the day. You can ask Jimin yourself. We always took care of the neighbor pups with ease.”

“No, no, of course not. They’re just a huge handful and a wild bunch. I would feel bad leaving them with you two to deal with.”

“Nonsense! You name a time and date and we’ll gladly come stay over to give you two a night alone at an inn.” Ma waves her hand in a nonchalant motion, smiling when she turns to look at Jimin beside her around the fire.

“Wow, thank you so much for even offering.” Seokjin replies with a wonderstruck voice.

“Might as well take her up on it, hmm?” Jimin shrugs his shoulders as he speaks. “Heaven knows how long it’s been since you and Namjoon were really alone in peace.”

“I reckon we just might.”

An immense sense of contentment hangs over Jimin’s head as he crowds the table in the dining room, a plethora of boisterous voices ringing in the air all around the house, a congregation of people stuffing their faces with the food that their group chipped in to ensure everyone shares in the labor.

Maybe a house full of their own pups would cause too much chaos, but Jimin feels perfectly fine with living with this little family that they created from scratch.

“You best let someone else cover him up ‘cause I reckon his alpha won’t take too kindly to you touching his blanket like that.” Hoseok whispers into the serene silence, his voice filtering into Jimin’s ears even as he dozes off to slumber after a long day. “We all know how territorial and possessive alphas get, especially when their mates are pupped.”

“Ah, you’re probably right. I didn’t even think of that.” Namjoon replies sheepishly.

“We’ve been together so long that we don’t much care about those kinds of things, but everyone is different.” Seokjin thoughtfully supplies, his aloe vera scent thick in Jimin’s nose when he inhales.

“You do it, then.”

“I am, I am. You think I would just let our precious omega freeze to death. While he’s pregnant at that? You’re not the only one with strong parental instincts.” Seokjin grumbles before the softness of Jimin’s blanket brushes over his shoulders.

“Good.” Yoongi says in a featherlight, soft voice.

“I give it half an hour ‘til Jungkook deems it too cold and carries him inside.” Hoseok adds from his more distant spot across the way.

“Less.” Yoongi states blankly.

“Way less.” Taehyung agrees.

Jimin awakens from his sleep in time to notice everyone preparing to depart, all but springing to life with a stubborn insistence as he flails in his alpha’s arms. His gaze catches the arrangement of gift baskets on the table, refusing to allow his thoughtful presents to go to waste after he poured lots of love into them over the past couple of weeks.

He moves to stand in the doorway as he individually delivers each parting gift to his closest companions in life, overjoyed and filled with an abundance of pride in both himself and his alpha.

“You sneaky little thing!” Seokjin exclaims while he loops his arm through the woven basket, shaking his head and shooting a glaring look at Jimin. “I thought you said not to bring anything like this because we weren’t exchanging presents!”

“We aren’t.” Jimin states succinctly, smiling big and bright at the fellow omega.

“What? So you think you can get away with making this adorable and generous basket of goodies without us returning the favor? Do you not know us at all?” Seokjin retorts, eyes narrowed while he flits his attention from the basket on his arm to Jimin’s face, everything much quieter this late at night.

“Well… I don’t know that I gave it much thought.” Jimin shrugs, honest and straightforward. “I figured it would be nice to treat you all with a little something, that’s all.”

“It’s extremely kind and thoughtful of you, Jimin. Thank you very much. I know the pups will downright jump for joy when I cook up this corn.” Seokjin says as he smiles gently.

“You’re more than welcome. Jungkook and I are blessed to be in a position to have excess, so we’re happy to share it.”

“Goodnight, lovely thing.” Seokjin replies before pulling Jimin in for a comforting embrace.

Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi possess similar reactions when they hesitantly accept their baskets of homegrown, homemade foods, partially upset that they failed to bring anything of their own and grateful for the generosity of such a useful gift they can eat whenever their hearts desire. Jams, breads, baked goods, freshly grown crops, and so much more. Nothing pleases Jimin more than when he feels like he contributes to the greater good and helps the people he loves.

“Finally got you all to myself after being apart damn near the whole day.” Jungkook rasps lowly, hot breaths ghosting over Jimin’s ear when he curls up behind him in their bed.

“We got us plenty of alone time this morning.” Jimin whispers with a pleased hum. “Or did you already forget that?”

“How could I ever forget that, baby?”

“I suppose it’s a rare occasion these days since I’m usually too sick to even open my eyes, much less entertain the idea of your obnoxiously big knot.” Jimin answers before bursting into tinkling giggles, skin overrun with goosebumps as a hot hand snakes around his waist to rest on his lower belly.

“I’m going to ignore that because I love you.” Jungkook states as his amber scent swells in the air.

“I love you too, alpha.”

---

Incomparable delight surrounds Jimin like a cloud, thick and encompassing from every direction, settling over his skin to drown him in utter satisfaction while he soaks up the serenity of early morning with his entire family gathered on the front porch in their matching rocking chairs.

Jungkook to his left, Hana in his lap, and his grandparents on the other side of the front door.

A steaming cup of tea resides in his little hand, valiantly soothing his mild nausea while simultaneously chasing away the lingering coldness of early spring.

Peace, tranquility, happiness.

All too soon the responsibilities of the busiest season of the year will weigh on their shoulders, separating them for hours as everyone in the family dedicates themselves to something different. This brief bout of togetherness provides more comfort than words could ever describe. He finds himself looking back to the early days when he would sit outside with only Jungkook, more than pleased with this addition to their routine.

“Do you think Taehyung will come home soon?” Jimin wonders aloud, staring off into the distance while the sun steadily peeks out from behind the treeline.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Jungkook replies in his husky morning voice.

“I miss him.” Jimin states truthfully, his heart aching with longing for the beta after a few months apart, the selfish part of him hoping to see him rolling up on the property every single day. “He used to always help me trim the flowers on the front of the house without having to ask.”

“Sweetheart… Are you serious? That’s what you miss?”

“Not the only thing! It’s just… It’s the meaning behind it. He’s kind and helpful and there whenever I need him. I miss him being here with all of us. Feels weird with him gone after all this time together.” Jimin explains as best as he can, struggling to describe his inner turmoil.

“I know, you’re right. He was my partner in crime for almost two years and now it feels like I haven’t seen him in forever.” Jungkook says with honestly and vulnerability.

“His last letter sounded real complicated, but I hope he gets to work something out where he can have his pup with him somewhat regularly.”

“He surely deserves that.” Jungkook nods in agreement.

Soon enough, the sun sits high in the sky, prompting everyone to move into action to begin the tasks of the day, all parting to handle their individual duties they personally attend to. Jimin focuses more on watching Hana than anything else, Jungkook and Pa trek out onto the property, and Ma cleans the house. A naturally crafted routine that allows them all to work together to tackle the most important aspects of their joint lives.

“Look at you go, my sweet pup! You’re amazing! How can you walk so well already?” Jimin exclaims in wonder, trailing behind Hana as she makes her way to the barn.

“Dadadada—“ Hana mutters endlessly, high pitched and sweet as honey.

“Smart too!” Jimin proclaims confidently, overcome with pride at how well his pup develops, cradling the prominent swell of his belly as he slowly crosses the property to find his mate and grandfather. “I’m amazed that you know enough to link your father to the barn. Such a good, little pup.”

“Cow.” Hana screeches before bursting in adorable peals of laughter.

“Yeah, that’s right. You see the cow over there? It’s a tiny thing.” Jimin remarks as he pauses to watch the calf run through its field.

“Cow. Cow. Cow.” Hana claps her hands and claps with delight, eyes sparkling like the sun.

The two of them eventually reach their destination of the bright red, formidable barn across the yard, barreling inside to flop down on a comfortable stack of hay arranged perfectly to mimic a bench, Hana climbing over to rest her head in Jimin’s lap while they catch their breath, rest from the hike over, and generally relax after a hearty lunch.

Peace, of course, never lasts long with a rambunctious pup constantly abundant with energy.

Jimin finds himself springing back onto his feet in the blink of an eye, forced to chase after his pup that wishes to wobble around the barn to explore everything the massive storage area offers.

“Come to me, pretty pup!” Pa urges from the opposite entrance of the barn, crouching down to assume a smaller position with his arms held wide open, Jimin and Hana standing idly in the doorway across from him. “You been walking nonstop for the past couple of weeks, so show me how good you got! Come to Pa!”

“Go on! Go to Pa! Go!” Jimin encourages her, smiling brightly as he waves his hand towards the other side.

“Pa?” Hana repeats in a questioning voice.

“Yeah, you can do it! Walk to Pa! He’s waiting for you over there!” Jimin states happily, the tiniest tinge of her omega, lilac scent spiking in the air.

“Pa.” Hana points to her great grandfather with something hesitant in her dark eyes. “Go Pa?”

“Yes, angel. Go to Pa.”

Jungkook steps behind Pa in the distance at exactly the same time that Hana musters the courage to toddle forward, all of them watching in awe as she heads across the barn by herself. Immense disbelief consumes Jimin from head to toe, awestruck and proud, his face splitting in a smile so enormous that it physically aches.

A chorus of cheers, whoops, and claps erupts when she thrusts her tiny body in Pa’s arms, her own smile so cutely toothy and big that it brings a tear to Jimin’s eyes.

“Do you reckon both pups will take their naps at the same time?” Jimin asks quietly, standing near the stove while he stirs the massive pot of soup.

“Not a chance, little omega.” Ma answers without hesitation.

“Really?”

“You got to have your head floating in the clouds if you reckon those two will sync up for absolutely anything convenient whatsoever.” Ma expands on her previous answer, shaking her head while she stares at Jimin in amusement. “Don’t count on it.”

“But… But at the beginning, it might work out for a bit. Right? Even just for a couple of weeks when the new pup is freshly born?” Jimin asks in an almost desperate tone.

“It might if you’re lucky.” Ma nods in agreement.

“Everyone in this house will have their hands full, then.” Jimin hums thoughtfully, perpetually contemplating their near future.

“Ain’t that happening already?”

“It’s going to get much worse. Just you wait. This house might never be quiet again.” Jimin replies as he smiles mischeviously, heart bursting with joy at the mere idea of it.

“Both me and your Pa can’t wait, sugar.” Ma says sweetly, walking up behind Jimin to rest her hand on his lower back. “My turn to stir. You go rest now.”

“If you insist.” Jimin shrugs, abandoning his spot at the stove without argument.

Supper brings the whole family together under one roof once more, their meal times some of the best parts of the day regardless of what events they engage in, nothing better than everyone gathering to eat until their bellies protrude and conversing about whatever topics come to mind. Jungkook and Jimin typically sit on the same side of the table while Ma and Pa reside directly opposite them across the table, Hana in her high chair now that she grows old enough to eat on her own.

“Where you going, darlin’?” Jungkook questions when Jimin jumps to his feet and storms off to the kitchen.

“Need more pickles.”

“You done already ate a whole jar at lunch alone!” Jungkook asserts in shock, his eyes following the omega from the moment he steps through the doorway to the second that he returns to the dining room. “Might just turn into one yourself if you don’t slow your roll.”

“I give you permission to eat me if that happens.” Jimin says lowly, serious as a heart attack.

“Seriously, omega?” Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes.

“Every single day of my last pregnancy I ate an ungodly amount of blueberries and I didn’t have any problems back then. Why should pickles be any different?” Jimin asks through a grumble.

“Fine. Eat all the pickles you want. Going to give birth to one too.”

“Okay, I admit it. That would be tragic.”

As a trade off for sleeping through the night most nights, Hana usually stays awake a couple of hours longer in the evenings, a trade off everyone in the house gladly accepts.

Unless some desperately important task requires their attention on the farm, the whole family still crowds around the warmth of the fire in the living room while they allow their bodies to relax from the undoubtedly long day that just passed. Knitting, reading, drinking tea, cuddling, resting, anything that brings true and utter peace into their minds.

Jimin often crawls onto his grandparents’ laps to soak up the glory of their affectionate company, but his favorite time of the day arrives when he enters into his bedroom to crawl beneath the blankets on the bed with his handsome alpha right beside him.

“Let’s grow old like your Ma and Pa.” Jungkook states gruffly, whispering into the quiet stillness of their bedroom, amber thick and rich around them.

“Wrinkly, gray haired, and saggy?” Jimin retorts with a furrowed brow.

“In love.”

“Oh.” Jimin releases a lengthy exhale, gazing into his alpha’s dark eyes for several seconds before he reaches out to cup his face in the palm of his hand. “You want us to still love each other even when we’re that old?”

“Of course, being happy with you by my side is all I want in life.” Jungkook answers honestly, hovering over the omega as their bodies press together.

“Me too.” Jimin nods, breathless, his heart pounding harder than it has in weeks.

“I never even knew it was an option.” Jungkook states quietly, a million unspoken sentiments swirling in the darkness of his irises. “Not ‘til I met your grandparents and saw it with my own two eyes.”

“I’m sorry you missed out on the love you deserved for so long, alpha.” Jimin utters through a thick, watery voice.

“Being with you has more than made up for it, sweetheart.”

A kiss. Simple and poignant. Their lips pressing together ever so gently to connect in the way that their beings constantly crave. Nothing more. While they constantly yearn for the intimacy and bonding that more salacious activities bring, sometimes baring their souls with complete vulnerability offers more closeness than anything else ever could.

“We’ll do it.” Jimin nods vigorously, sparks igniting under his skin when Jungkook splays his hand across the rounded bump of the omega’s belly. “We’ll always be like this. Doesn’t need to change one bit. Let’s love each other forever and ever.”

“You’re the most perfect omega for me, baby. I reckon I couldn’t have even dreamed you up if I tried my darndest.” Jungkook declares with unshaken confidence.

“I think the same about you. Every day that I open my eyes and you’re laying here beside me. Still don’t know how I got lucky enough to have an alpha like you to find me.” Jimin says wistfully, puckering his lips to kiss Jungkook again and again, drowning in the wonderful depths of amber that rush over him like a tidal wave.

“I love you more than anything in this whole world, but probably even more than that. I love you, I love you, I love you. I always will.” Jungkook rasps as he places hot kisses to the mating bite at the base of Jimin’s neck.

“I love you so, so, so much.” Jimin whispers as traitorous tears well up in his eyes. “Thank you for giving me the most wonderful life, my perfect mate.”

Notes:

and they lived happily ever after :)

i never know what to say at the end of a story because i hate the finality of saying goodbye to anything, but i sincerely hope you enjoyed this lighthearted fic about love and happiness and family.

writing pure fluff and smut and domesticity allows me to escape away into an idealistic world that i wish could be real.

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