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Thick sheets of rain veiled the crumbling rooftops and flooded the alleyways behind shuttered businesses...one of which was the old Honeybee Bakery. Once a warm neighborhood staple, it had long since gone cold. Its front door was bolted shut, windows dusted with grime and graffiti, and the smell of yeast and sugar had faded into the scent of damp wood, rusted metal, and mold. The world had moved on, forgotten it. But the building wasn’t entirely empty.
In the back room...tucked between flour sacks, rusted ovens, and a stack of mold-spotted recipe books...curled an omega.
Jimin pressed his back to the cold, peeling wall, arms around his knees, chin tucked low to avoid the moonlight slipping through the cracked glass. He barely breathed, not because of fear in that moment, but because he’d learned to move like a ghost...soundless, scentless, invisible. Every night, he waited until the city’s pulse slowed to a whisper before he slipped out to scavenge. Discarded sandwiches behind delis. Expired cans from bins no one checked. Water from the rusted sink in the gas station bathrooms. Quiet. Careful. Unseen.
He couldn’t afford to be seen...not again. The yellowing faded bruises on his ribs were a painful reminder of what had happened the last time he had been seen.
After the shelter closed down, and the temp work dried up, he’d had nowhere else to go. Too many people in the city already knew what an unmated, unprotected omega looked like. Too many hands had grabbed. Too many mouths had whispered promises he didn’t want to hear. The last time he'd been offered safety had ended with bruises and a hand over his mouth while the world turned red behind his eyes. He’d gotten out. Somehow.
That had been almost a month ago...then Jimin had ended up here.
He hadn’t even realized it was empty at first, not until he’d risked prying open the old back door and found nothing but dust and cold silence. It smelled like time had stopped. Like no one had touched it in years. There were broken things everywhere...shattered plates, a splintered chair, the bones of what had once been a register counter. But it was dry. And it had locks. And no one came anymore.
So he stayed.
His heat was due in a week. He could feel it coming on like a slow-creeping storm...low in his belly, mean and tight behind his navel, curling under his skin. That scared him more than anything. No suppressants. No bondmark. No one to scent or shield him. No place to hide when his scent would pour through the walls and into the street.
He swallowed hard. Thought about the pills he’d crushed into powder two days ago, hoping they’d keep the worst of it at bay.
He didn’t know how long he sat like that...stomach hollow, blankets damp with the cold...before the sound of the door creaking open made him go still as death.
Someone stumbled in.
Not quietly...heavy boots scuffed over cracked tiles. Staggering footsteps. Harsh breathing. A low, bitten-off curse. Then a loud thud as something hit the wall, followed by a ragged groan.
Jimin shrank deeper into the shadows, heart stuttering painfully in his chest. Panic bloomed behind his eyes. Had someone found him? The landlord? A stray gang member? Someone who’d smell what he was, and take what they wanted?
At then he smelled it...sandalwood and a hint of spice...it made his omega stand up in attention...
Next was...
Blood.
Sharp. Coppery. Fresh. And lots of it.
Lightning flashed beyond the windows, a crack of white-blue that lit up the room for a split second. Long enough for Jimin to see him...he was a massive wolf, tall, soaked, hunched forward. One hand pressed hard to his side, fingers stained red.
Jimin didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe.
But the man’s head turned.
Even through the dark, their eyes met. There was something off about him...like he wasn’t all there, like the pain had gutted him and only instinct was keeping him upright. His stare didn’t pierce like a threat. It burned. Wild and desperate.
Even bleeding, half-conscious, he looked dangerous.
Alpha.
Every survival instinct Jimin had screamed: run. Get out. Escape. But something about the alpha’s eyes stopped him.
He didn’t look predatory.
He looked…lost.
Then the man collapsed. First to his knees. Then sideways, a dead weight thudding against the floor.
Jimin didn’t know why he moved. Only that he did. Crawling forward, knees scraping the floor, trembling from head to toe as he reached the alpha’s side.
There was a hole in his side...just under the ribs. The jacket he wore had been shredded by the bullet, and warm blood soaked the layers beneath. He smelled like rain and metal. Gunpowder and smoke. Power and fear and something else...something deep and dark and barely tethered.
“You’re going to die,” Jimin whispered, voice dry and cracked from disuse.
The alpha coughed. A weak, almost amused sound. "Not tonight."
That was the first time Jimin heard him speak.
He didn’t know this man’s name. Didn’t know he was about to save Jeon Jungkook...the city’s most powerful, feared, and untouchable alpha. The mafia don who ruled the underground like a shadow king.
All Jimin saw was a wounded stranger.
And with his heart in his throat, breath shaking, he started tearing strips from his own blanket. He pressed them to the alpha’s wound, teeth clenched, hands slick with blood.
He didn’t yet know that that single, irrational choice would change everything.
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Jimin’s fingers slipped, wet with blood. The alpha’s jacket was soaked through, black fabric nearly indistinguishable from the crimson pooling beneath it. Even as he peeled the layers back...jacket, shirt, a shredded undershirt clinging to sticky flesh...the sight beneath stole the air from his lungs.
The bullet was still inside. Clean entry, but deep. His hands shook as he hovered over it, gut tight with panic.
He was going to die.
And Jimin didn’t know how to stop it.
His whole body was trembling as he dragged the heavy frame of the alpha toward the pile of blankets he used as a bed. The man groaned, head rolling to the side, jaw clenched tight even in unconsciousness. His scent, despite the blood, curled thick in the air...stormy and spiced, sharp like a freshly unsheathed blade. Alpha. Dangerous.
What are you doing, Jimin?
You should run.
You should leave him.
But he didn’t. He couldn’t.
Instead, he gathered what little he had. A bent sewing needle and coarse thread he’d used to patch his coat. A chipped spoon he used to stir thin soup. Rusted scissors that tugged more than they cut. A nearly empty bottle of rubbing alcohol...one of the only things he’d ever stolen outright, sprinting down a pharmacy aisle before vanishing between buildings, heart pounding, lungs burning.
He found an old bread pan from the bakery's ruined kitchen and built a small fire inside it, shielding the flame with one hand to keep it from going out. The storm howled outside, shaking the windows like a beast trying to claw its way in. Inside, everything was still.
Except for Jimin’s heartbeat.
He boiled what he could. Watched the flames dance beneath twisted metal. Every moment was a war against time.
The alpha’s breaths were ragged. Short. Shallow. Too shallow.
“Don’t die,” Jimin whispered, though he wasn’t sure why. “You don’t get to do that. Not here. Not now.”
He didn’t know who this man was. Only that he was strong enough to survive whatever had put that hole in his side...and foolish enough to stumble into his sanctuary to die.
Except Jimin wouldn’t let him.
He poured alcohol over the wound and the man jerked. Not awake, not fully...but enough to groan, deep and low in his throat. Jimin flinched. He froze for a full beat, waiting for teeth or fists or worse.
But none came.
The alpha’s head lolled to the side. Still unconscious.
So Jimin pressed a piece of cloth between his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and started digging.
The blood was warm. Slippery. It coated his fingers as he guided the spoon into torn muscle, blinking past tears as he fished blindly. He couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t be able to do this.
But he had to.
He’d done worse. For less.
It felt like hours before he found the bullet. When it clinked against the spoon, Jimin sobbed aloud, eyes squeezed shut in exhausted relief. He dropped it into a rusted tin and tried not to look at the blood that followed.
Then came the stitching.
Each jagged suture pulled the edges of the wound closed. He stitched like his mother taught him...how to sew flesh, not fabric. How to pull tight enough to close the skin but not tear it. How to breathe through the smell of iron. How not to cry when someone screamed.
His mother’s hands had been steady. Her voice soft. “Always do it like you care, baby. Even if it’s a stranger. You never know what kind of story lives behind the blood.”
Jimin’s hands weren’t steady. His voice didn’t work. But he whispered anyway.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, over and over. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry...”
He was apologizing for more than the stitches.
When it was over, he sat back on his heels, hands soaked and trembling, heart beating too hard against his ribs. The alpha didn’t wake. Just breathed..barely.
Jimin reached for a clean strip of cloth and began to clean the blood from his chest. There wasn’t much of his shirt left after tearing it into bandages, so he used the soft inside of the fabric, warm from his own body, wiping gently at dried blood and mud caked over muscle and scars.
Scars.
So many of them. Old wounds. Knife slashes. Bullet wounds long healed. This wasn’t a man who lived peacefully.
“Why did you come here?” Jimin asked, voice hoarse. “Why now?”
No answer.
He’d made sure this place was forgotten. A relic. The bakery had been abandoned for two years...no electricity, no water, no visitors. It was perfect. Quiet. Forgotten.
Just like him.
Jimin sat down beside the stranger and pulled his knees up to his chest, staring at the wall as the fire in the bread pan crackled low.
His body hurt. His hands were raw. His arms ached from dragging and lifting and sewing...but none of it compared to the ache rising up from his belly.
His heat was coming. He could feel it, cruel and slow, coiling like a serpent just behind his navel. Worse every day.
He hadn’t had suppressants in months.
He wouldn’t survive this heat if he was alone.
Or worse...if he wasn’t.
A quiet, bitter laugh slipped out of him before he could stop it.
Because of course it would be now. The moment he lets down his guard. The moment someone enters his space, touches his world. Now is when his body decides to betray him.
The scent of alpha filled the room like smoke.
Powerful. Heavy. Wounded.
Jimin hated how it made his mouth dry. How his limbs trembled. How his omega instincts, long-buried under fear and starvation, stirred.
No.
No, not again.
Not after...
Jimin’s breath caught.
Since him.
The one who smiled too sweet and spoke too soft. Who found Jimin when he was too hungry to be cautious, too lonely to keep his guard up. An alpha who’d said all the right things, offered a job, food and warmth, safety. Who touched his wrist like it was sacred.
And then he found out Jimin was untouched
That changed everything.
Jimin had seen the look in his eyes shift...become something lustful, sharp and possessive. No longer offering food and safety, but claiming. Not out of love. Just the thrill of taking something no one else had touched. Of owning it.
Of owning him.
That night still lived in Jimin’s chest like glass.
The alpha had grabbed him hard enough to bruise. Pulled him into a room that reeked of slick and sweat and rut. Locked the door behind them. Jimin had fought...teeth, nails, panic.
He got away before it could happen.
Barely.
Ran until his lungs bled and his shoes fell apart. Hid like a ghost between dumpsters, behind churches, under rusted stairwells. Until he found the bakery. Until he taught himself to disappear.
He hadn’t let an alpha near him since.
Until here. Until now. Until this stranger bled into his blankets and refused to die.
Jimin curled in on himself, throat thick with things he couldn’t say.
He didn’t know who this man was.
Didn’t know what he wanted.
Didn’t even know if he’d survive the night.
But he’d saved him.
And something deep in Jimin’s chest...quiet, fragile, furious...hoped the alpha would open his eyes.
Just so Jimin could ask him why.
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Elsewhere in the city, chaos reigned.
The Nocturne Syndicate was known for its order. Its discipline. Its reach.
But tonight, none of that mattered.
Yoongi stood in the center of Jungkook’s office like a statue carved from steel and fury, his shoulders squared and still, lips pressed into a bloodless line. The only sign of strain was his fist...the white-knuckled grip around his phone, so tight the plastic casing cracked under the pressure.
He didn’t even seem to notice.
The screen was dark. No signal. No answer.
No Jungkook.
“Still nothing?” Namjoon’s voice was low and tense, tight with frustration he didn’t bother hiding.
Yoongi didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
Namjoon cursed under his breath. “Burner’s off. His personal line too. No GPS. No camera footage. It’s like he vanished.”
“He left with only two guards,” Jin muttered, pacing near the wall of frosted windows. His hands wouldn’t stop moving...fingers twitching with nervous energy, tugging the sleeves of his sweater over and over. “He never leaves with just two guards.”
“And not a single goddamn word to any of us,” Namjoon added, bitter. “Even you, hyung. That’s not like him.”
Yoongi’s jaw ticked.
He knew that better than anyone.
The office reeked of power and fear. It was the heart of their empire...cold marble floors, obsidian-topped desk, glass and iron and leather. But right now, it felt like a tomb.
Yoongi had always hated silence. Especially the kind that dragged on after something went wrong.
Hoseok sat curled up on the office couch, barely breathing. His eyes, usually full of warmth and light, were wide and hollow now...shocked open. Disbelieving. His hand hovered near his own phone, as if willing it to ring.
“He always checks in,” Hoseok whispered. “Even when he’s mad. Even when he wants space. He always tells someone.”
Yoongi moved to him instinctively, dropping into a crouch in front of the couch. He reached out slowly and curled his hand around Hoseok’s. It was shaking.
“I know,” he said, voice rough. “I know, baby.”
Hoseok leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Yoongi’s shoulder, eyes wet. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”
Yoongi kissed his temple. “We’re going to find him.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do,” Yoongi snapped, sharper than he meant to. Hoseok flinched, and Yoongi cursed himself silently, pulling him in tighter. “I do,” he said again, softer now. “Because if I don’t, I’ll lose my mind.”
Across the room, Taehyung paced like a caged wolf. His jaw was clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He stopped suddenly and slammed his palm against the side table, rattling the crystal decanter and scattering the stack of files beside it.
“Where the fuck are his guards?!”
“Dead,” Jin said quietly. “They have to be. Otherwise they would’ve come back. They would’ve sent word.”
Taehyung ran both hands through his hair, exhaling a snarl. “But there’s no bodies. No car. No bullet casings. Nothing. Like they were swallowed whole.”
“They were ambushed.” Namjoon said it like fact. “They kept it clean. Planned it in advance. This wasn’t random.”
Yoongi stood slowly.
Everyone turned to look at him.
His voice was like a knife honed on grief. “Then we find them. I don’t care if we tear apart every block from the river to the docks, if we burn this entire fucking city to the ground...”
His gaze darkened.
“...we don’t stop until we bring him home.”
The room fell silent.
Not in disbelief.
But in agreement.
Because Jungkook wasn’t just their boss. Wasn’t just their alpha. He was family.
He was the reason they were alive. The reason they had a home, a future, each other.
He was the reason Yoongi could love Hoseok openly and without fear. The reason Namjoon and Jin could get married and have their pup, Min-gi. The reason Taehyung, once a nobody from the wrong side of the tracks, now wore a tailored suit and carried a title that commanded respect.
He was the glue that held them all together.
And the thought of losing him wasn’t just unthinkable.
It was unbearable.
Namjoon rubbed a hand over his mouth. “I’ll start with the old district. Pull surveillance from every alley cam we’ve got. If he ran, maybe he ditched the car.”
Taehyung nodded. “I’ll check hospitals. Backdoor clinics. Bribe who I have to. Someone had to treat him if he’s alive.”
“Jin, stay here,” Yoongi ordered. “If any word comes in, I want you to be the first to verify it’s real. Hoseok, baby, you stay too.”
“I want to help...”
Yoongi looked at him, and Hoseok’s words died in his throat. The underboss stepped forward and brushed his fingers against Hoseok’s cheek.
“You are helping,” he whispered. “By being here when we bring him back.”
He kissed him then, slow and aching.
And then Yoongi turned, slipping on his gloves. When he looked at the door, it wasn’t Yoongi anymore.
It was the Underboss.
The one who painted the streets red when someone threatened his pack.
“We leave now.”
And without another word, the wolves moved.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Jungkook wakes up...and so does his alpha.The boss of the Nocturne Syndicate has found his treasure.
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Pain was the first thing Jungkook felt.
Not the blinding kind that made a man scream, no. This pain was older. Deeper. The kind that pulsed in marrow, in breath, in every faint twitch of muscle. The ache of a body that should have died...but didn’t. The ache of endurance.
His lungs dragged in air, ragged and slow.
Musty. Dry. Touched faintly by ash and something warmer… something softer. It clung in the air like a whisper through smoke...sweet, citrus, honey...and Omega.
Jungkook’s brows pulled inward, muscles heavy as he turned his head, neck stiff from the position he'd been laying in too long. His eyes opened to a world still clouded in dizziness. The ceiling above him was cracked plaster, water-stained. Nothing familiar. Nothing safe.
His instincts clawed up from the depths like wolves waking in the dark.
But the moment his gaze shifted...he froze.
Someone was beside him.
Curled into a tight crescent just inches from where he lay, barely more than a breath between them. A very tiny omega. No scent suppressants. No inhibitors. Just raw biology and exhaustion and...
Beautiful.
Delicate arms tucked against his chest like a child who had learned not to expect warmth. Skin pale beneath flour smudges and fading bruises. Clothes threadbare. Lips cracked. Cheek marred with a yellowing slap mark. Hair black as coal and long, too long, a little tangled. A lock of it had fallen over his temple as he slept.
He looked like something forgotten. Something abandoned.
Something sacred.
And Jungkook’s alpha stirred.
Then it growled.
Mine.
The word struck him like a match to bone-dry kindling. A shiver of something primal. Possessive. No...more than possessive. Bonding. His alpha instincts didn’t just want to claim. They knew. They recognized.
This one. This omega.
Ours.
His heart thudded loud in his chest, a little too fast for his injuries, but he couldn’t look away. Every breath he took was filtered through that scent, that presence. There were holes in his memory...gunshots, screams, the way his guards had fallen like broken dolls...but none of it mattered now. None of it could matter. He had survived, and this omega was the reason why.
Jungkook glanced down at his side. The bandages were rough, but neat. Stitched by hand. Dried blood clung to his skin, to the fabric. There was a scorch mark on the metal tray nearby...fire-heated spoon. An old trick. Back-alley medic work.
And those hands.
The omega’s small fingers were still stained with blood. His blood. The tremble of fatigue in his wrists, the dark circles under his eyes… this boy had worked for hours to keep Jungkook alive.
A stranger. An unmated omega. Alone. And he’d saved him.
Jungkook's hand moved slightly, inching toward him on instinct, but stopped short of touching. The back of his knuckles hovered over a lock of tangled hair.
He should wake him. He needed to. He needed to know his name. To hear his voice. To see the eyes that went with this soft, exhausted face. But he didn’t.
Because in this moment...like this...he looked too fragile. Too peaceful. And Jungkook didn’t want to disturb that.
His chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with the bullet.
He hadn’t felt this in years.
Not since the Nocturne Syndicate was born.
The syndicate had been forged in his blood. After the Iron Claw Syndicate fell...after the bodies of his parents were buried beneath the rubble of a car explosion meant for him...Jungkook rose from the ashes. Seventeen and orphaned, covered in soot and the last of his childhood.
He hadn’t grieved. There hadn’t been time.
There was only Yoongi, with his knife smile and haunted eyes, who stood beside him even when the Southside gangs laughed in their faces. Only Namjoon, the ex-special forces alpha who’d walked away from a decorated career to serve a teenager with fire in his gaze. Only Taehyung, loyal and lethal, who wore silk shirts and slit throats like they were both just another art form.
And Hoseok and Jin, the only omegas in their pack and Jungkook deeply loved and respected them...because they’d bled for him. Killed for him. Survived because of him.
They were his family.
His fire.
His empire.
And every inch of that empire bowed to the symbol carved into his back...a massive alpha wolf, fangs bared and snarling, eyes that glowed crimson red. A beast without mercy. Without softness. A warning: stay away.
Because Jungkook didn’t love. Didn’t trust. Didn’t claim.
Until now.
Until this sleeping boy with broken hands had stitched up his side and curled beside him like an offering.
Mine. The alpha hissed again, louder now. More desperate.
Jungkook closed his eyes, just for a moment, letting himself feel it.
The scent.
The safety.
The knowledge that something...someone...existed in this world that hadn’t wanted him for his power. That hadn’t recognized his tattoos or his blood-soaked legacy.
Just a dying man on a bakery floor.
And this omega had chosen to save him.
Jungkook turned his head again, breath catching as he whispered into the dark:
“Ours.”
The omega stirred faintly, cheek brushing the tiled floor.
Jungkook didn’t move.
But deep in his chest, something shifted.
He wouldn’t leave. Not now. Not ever.
This boy didn’t know it yet.
But the boss of the Nocturne Syndicate had found his treasure.
And Jungkook would set the world ablaze before he let him go.
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The first thing Jimin noticed was warmth.
Not the brittle, patchy warmth of old blankets but something deeper. Richer. Alive. It seeped into his skin, curled around his spine, and made the cold concrete tiles under his hip almost bearable.
He blinked slowly, eyes heavy with exhaustion, lashes sticking slightly from dried tears. His body ached all over...his hands, his back, his knees from crouching too long while stitching wounds too deep. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He should’ve stayed alert, should’ve…
A sound.
Breathing.
Not ragged. Not pained. Slow. Measured.
Alive.
Jimin’s eyes flew open.
And he froze.
The man on the makeshift bed...no longer death-pale and unconscious...was staring at him. Not just looking. Staring. Like something in him had snapped loose and latched onto Jimin’s face, like he couldn’t look away even if he tried.
And Jimin couldn’t breathe.
Those eyes.
They weren’t like anything he’d ever seen before. Dark, bottomless, molten with something dangerous. Something hungry.
He tried to speak, but his throat was dry. He pushed himself upright slowly, blanket falling away from his shoulders, exposing the thinness of his frame. His heart pounded as he sat there, blinking at the stranger who now seemed very much awake. Very much…watching.
“You’re awake,” Jimin managed, his voice quiet, hoarse.
The man didn’t answer right away. Just kept staring. His pupils were blown wide, almost entirely black, and his scent...gods, his scent..was so intense Jimin felt it ghost down his spine like a hot hand. Sandalwood, spice, alpha.
Powerful.
Too powerful.
Jimin’s fingers curled into the edge of the blanket. Fight or flight welled up, animal-deep, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not when the alpha's eyes followed every tiny shift he made like he’d be gone if he blinked.
“You stayed,” the man rasped.
Jimin swallowed. “You were bleeding. A lot.”
“You saved me.”
“I… I did what I could.”
For a long moment, silence stretched between them, weighted by the thrum of instincts Jimin was trying desperately to ignore. He’d grown up around alphas. Knew how to keep his head down. Knew what happened when you looked too long, smelled too vulnerable, were too vulnerable.
But this felt different.
The man’s gaze dipped lower, tracing Jimin’s cheek, his bruised cheek, the smudges of flour and dried blood along his collarbone. Not with lechery. Not even with pity.
It was awe.
Like Jimin was something fragile and unreal. Something important.
And that terrified him even more.
“I didn’t know who you were,” Jimin said quickly, needing to fill the quiet. “You just… you showed up. Bleeding. I thought you were going to die.”
“I might have,” the alpha said, voice low, gravelly. “If not for you.”
Jimin looked away. “I don’t want anything.”
That made the man still.
“I didn’t do it for money,” Jimin added, heart beating faster now. “Or favors. I don’t even know your name.”
The alpha’s throat worked as he stared. “Jungkook.”
Jimin blinked. “What?”
“My name is Jungkook.”
His voice softened, like he’d just remembered how to speak it. Like it felt different now, with this omega watching him from arm’s length, wrapped in threadbare blankets like a soldier too young for battle.
Jimin’s mouth parted slightly. The name felt...important.
Jungkook.
It echoed in his chest like thunder.
He looked up again...and saw it. The shift. The tension rolling off Jungkook in waves now, something behind his dark gaze flickering and growing hotter.
Possessive. Animal.
Mine.
It slammed into Jimin without warning. His lungs seized.
He knew that look.
Knew that feeling.
No. No, not again.
The last alpha who’d looked at him like that had tried to take everything. His first kiss. His first time. His freedom. All for the sake of conquest. Jimin had been lucky to escape with only a split lip, bruised ribs, and the clothes on his back.
And now here was another one...this one ten times more dangerous, raw power simmering just under the surface...and looking at Jimin like he was fated.
“I should go,” Jimin said, voice tight, scooting back a little on the floor.
“No,” Jungkook said immediately.
Jimin froze.
The word wasn’t a command. Not quite. But it was firm. Sure. It hit his core like a spark, scent rolling hotter from the alpha’s skin, laced with something older than instinct.
Claiming.
“I won’t hurt you,” Jungkook added, softer this time. “I swear it.”
Jimin’s breathing trembled.
“You’re… you're in pain,” Jimin whispered. “You should be resting.”
“I was. Until I realized you were next to me.”
Jimin blinked again, wide-eyed, unsure how to respond. There was a strange warmth unfurling in his chest, confused and unwelcome. A need to believe him. A need to stay. He curled his fingers into his lap and stared down.
“You don’t even know me,” he said, barely above a breath.
Jungkook was silent a long moment.
“I know enough,” he said, and it felt like a vow.
The air between them felt tighter. More real.
And somewhere deep inside, Jimin’s omega stirred.
Not with fear.
With awareness.
With the first, sharp prickle of recognition.
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Jungkook shifted.
It was subtle at first...a tense flex in his abdomen, the twitch of his jaw, a small grunt as he tried to push himself upright. His body was sluggish, heavy, and stiff, but his mind had never felt more alert. The pain was distant, dulled by something primal. Something louder.
He’s here. Our omega. Right here.
Jungkook’s alpha was clawing against the inside of his chest like a caged animal. Every inch of his skin buzzed with it. His wound was nothing, just a smear of the past. What mattered now was the omega still within arm’s reach, blinking at him with a mixture of nerves and confusion.
He needed to sit up. To be eye-level. To not tower over him like some beast.
But the moment he braced his hand against the floor and tried to lift his weight, pain flared through his side like a whip. His jaw clenched hard, breath catching.
“Don’t!”
Jimin moved before he could think.
He was beside Jungkook in an instant, fingers fluttering like startled birds before he gently gripped the alpha’s arm and shoulder. “Don’t move...gods, are you insane?”
Jungkook’s breath hissed through his teeth. His other hand grabbed for balance, and without meaning to, he caught Jimin’s wrist...firm, callused fingers curling around pale skin.
Jimin froze.
Both of them did.
The touch seared through them like fire on dry grass.
Jimin’s heart stuttered wildly as he looked down at where they connected. Jungkook’s grip wasn’t bruising, but it was strong, like he couldn’t bear to let go. His scent spiked again...spicy sandalwood, searing heat, the unmistakable possessiveness of an alpha that had chosen.
And Jimin… he didn’t pull away.
He should have.
He meant to.
But he didn’t.
“You shouldn’t move,” Jimin murmured, a little breathless, voice wobbling.
Jungkook’s thumb shifted slightly against his wrist, a small, unconscious stroke. “I needed to see you closer.”
“I’m right here.”
“Not close enough.”
Jimin looked up...and it hit him again. That gaze. That stillness. Like Jungkook was drinking him in. Memorizing every detail. Reverent. Like Jimin was something precious.
No one had ever looked at him like that.
No one had ever made him feel like he mattered without asking for something in return.
Jimin’s throat tightened. “You shouldn’t be sitting up. The stitches...if they tear, you’ll bleed again. You lost a lot of blood. I don’t even know your blood type...I just… I just patched you up with what I had.”
Jungkook let out a breath, something between a wince and a chuckle. “You did more than that.”
Jimin shifted again, carefully sliding his hand under Jungkook’s back and helping him ease into a better position, using a folded blanket to prop him up. It wasn’t much, but it gave him leverage.
He could feel the hard muscles beneath Jungkook’s skin...even weakened, the alpha was built like a weapon. There were tattoos, a sleeve on his right arm that extended all the way up his right arm and onto his chest, and a massive wolf snarling on his back, old scars, faded and silvery across his ribs, another near his hip. Jimin didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. He could guess the life this man came from.
A killer’s body.
A survivor’s eyes.
And yet, his touch was…gentle.
Jungkook’s expression didn’t change when Jimin’s hand brushed his skin. But his scent did.
It deepened. Richer. More.
He was holding back.
Barely.
Jimin finally stepped back once Jungkook was seated properly, chest rising and falling with effort. “You’re lucky I used clean thread,” Jimin muttered, folding his arms, eyes darting away. “It was all I had. I had to burn your shirt. It was ruined.”
Jungkook glanced down at himself, noticing the bandage wrapped neatly around his torso, the missing shit, and...
He looked up again. “You undressed me.”
Jimin flushed. “Well, yes. I wasn’t going to stitch you through your fancy tailored suit.”
The faintest flicker of amusement passed over Jungkook’s features, but it was gone just as quickly. “Did you see the tattoo?”
Jimin hesitated. Then nodded. “The wolf?”
Something shifted in the room.
A beat passed.
“You know what it means?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin’s stomach twisted.
He did.
Of course he did.
Everyone knew.
The Nocturne Syndicate wasn’t just a name whispered behind trembling lips...they were a crime family. A living nightmare. A syndicate so ruthless, so methodical, entire city blocks had vanished beneath the shadow of their influence. People disappeared. Territories folded. Police turned a blind eye, or worse, disappeared too.
And the wolf...the wolf with the red eyes...was their sigil. Worn by the alphas who led the family. A brand of power. Of blood.
Jimin swallowed. “You’re…him?"
Jungkook nodded once.
“I didn’t know when I saved you,” Jimin said quickly. “I...I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want to be involved.”
Jungkook watched him closely. “You already are.”
The words dropped like stones in water.
Jimin’s breath caught. “What do you mean?”
Jungkook didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
Because the look in his eyes said it all.
Mine.
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The room was quiet. The kind of quiet only found in forgotten places...where the world didn’t care to look anymore.
Jimin sat back on his heels, gently dabbing at the edge of Jungkook’s bandage. His fingers were small, but careful. He’d cleaned the wound again when Jungkook dozed off a few minutes earlier. Now, Jimin only stole quick glances at him, trying to ignore the way something tight and unfamiliar curled inside his chest every time those dark eyes drifted his way.
This man was a crime boss. He should be terrified...but oddly enough he wasn't. Instead he felt his pain in the ass omega preening...yipping and standing at attention when the alpha looked his way.
"Traitor," Jimin whispered at his unruly wolf under his breath.
But he knew that the weight of him was something that couldn’t be ignored.
Something was coming. He felt it in his bones.
The back door creaked.
Jimin didn’t hear it.
But someone else did.
Taehyung had tracked the scent trail through the back alleys of Sector Nine, his boots silent on cracked asphalt. Gun drawn, he moved like a shadow, eyes scanning the narrow bakery with practiced precision. The place looked like shit. Burnt-out signage, rotting floors, half the ceiling collapsing in on itself.
Then he saw it through the doorway...someone kneeling beside a nest of blankets on the ground.
Someone small.
Someone with blood on their hands.
And there...beneath him...was Jungkook.
Taehyung's jaw locked. His alpha surged like a blade drawn too fast.
What the fuck.
Was the omega hurting him?
There was no sound...no struggle...but instinct didn’t wait for answers.
He crept forward.
Silent.
Steady.
He raised the gun and leveled it at the back of the boy’s skull.
“You’ve got three seconds to back away from the him,” he growled, voice low, dangerous. “Or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”
Jimin froze.
A whimper caught in his throat.
The cloth slipped from his fingers and landed on Jungkook’s chest with a wet slap.
He didn’t move.
Couldn’t move.
His entire body went stiff with fear, a terrified omega sound bubbling from his throat before he could stop it...high and instinctive, the kind of sound meant to summon their alpha for protection.
And Jungkook heard it.
In an instant, the injured man surged upright with a snarl that didn’t sound human.
The pain in his side was nothing. Less than nothing. His blood roared in his ears and his vision went red as he launched himself off the makeshift bed, adrenaline turning agony into fuel. His alpha had already taken over.
The world narrowed to threat.
And the threat was holding a gun to his omega’s head.
With a sound like thunder, Jungkook collided with the attacker.
The gun clattered to the floor.
Taehyung didn’t even have time to react before Jungkook’s fist slammed into his jaw, snapping his head sideways. Another blow to the ribs. One to the stomach. Then a hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the wall so hard the plaster cracked behind his skull.
“Boss...!” Taehyung said in a choked gasp as pain spread through his head.
He couldn’t speak...his windpipe compressed. Blood dribbled down his lip. He lifted a knee to counter, but Jungkook was pure rage. A monster. A wolf in human skin.
His voice came out like a growl, feral and broken: “You pointed a gun at him. You pointed a fucking gun at my omega!” He lifted Taehyung higher up the wall by his throat.
“Alpha!” Jimin cried.
The word split the air like lightning.
Instantly, Jungkook stopped.
His fingers loosened.
The world righted itself with a sickening jolt, and Jungkook dropped Taehyung like dead weight to the floor.
Taehyung gasped, clutching his throat, coughing violently. He blinked up at his boss through blurred vision, stunned.
Jimin was shaking, hands clutched to his chest, eyes wide and wet with unshed tears. His lips were parted. His scent...sweet, like crushed honeycomb and lemons...was laced with terror.
Jungkook turned toward him slowly, all the blood draining from his face.
“I…” he took a step forward, then stopped. His hand trembled. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just...he had a gun, and...”
Jimin stepped forward.
“You called me your omega,” he whispered.
Jungkook’s mouth opened. Then closed. He looked back at Taehyung, who was now sitting upright against the wall, eyes wide, processing.
The moment hit all three of them like a freight train.
Taehyung’s voice cracked. “You’re mates?”
Jungkook said nothing.
He simply reached up to his neck and rubbed at his scent gland...where a bond mark should be.
“I haven’t touched him. Not yet.” His voice was low. Raw. “But he’s mine.”
Taehyung swallowed.
Then...softly, painfully...he bowed his head.
“I thought he was hurting you. The blood...his hands...”
“I would’ve died without him,” Jungkook snapped. “He saved my life. He made sure I didn't bleed out. He stitched me with shaking fingers and slept on a fucking floor beside me, and you...”
Taehyung nodded quickly, his voice rasping. “I’m sorry. Boss, I swear. I didn’t know. I’ll never...never do it again. I didn’t realize...”
Jungkook turned his back on him.
“You put a gun to the back of my omega’s head,” he said coldly. “Brother or not, if you ever do that again, it will be the last time you breathe air.”
Taehyung didn’t speak.
Didn’t dare.
Jungkook turned to Jimin then. Really turned.
Their eyes met...omega and alpha, both wounded in their own ways. Both changed.
Jimin's lips trembled. “You… you really meant it. When you said I was yours.”
Jungkook stepped closer, chest rising and falling, his body still running high on instincts and adrenaline.
“I’ve killed for less,” he whispered. “I’ve destroyed cities for smaller offenses. But for you? I’d burn the world.”
Jimin flinched.
Not in fear.
In disbelief.
No one had ever said things like that to him before. Not without strings. Not with such violent certainty.
“I don’t even know what being yours means...” he whispered.
“In time, you’ll find out…” the alpha growled, voice low with promise...but then he faltered, eyes narrowing slightly as realization struck.
He didn’t know his name.
The omega who is theirs...who saved his life…the one whose scent had already carved itself into his lungs...was still a mystery.
“I don’t even know your name,” he murmured, almost to himself.
There was a long breath of silence, thick with heat and emotion.
Then, softly...so softly it was nearly lost in the space between their lips...the omega whispered, “Jimin. My name is Jimin.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened.
Jimin.
It hit him like a brand, sinking deep into his marrow. A name, simple and perfect, suddenly everything.
Jimin.
His omega had a name now.
And the sound of it would never leave his mouth without reverence.
“Come with me, Jimin,” Jungkook said, voice steady but edged with urgency. “I’m not leaving you in this place. You won’t starve. You won’t freeze. You won’t sleep another night without a bed.”
Jimin hesitated, breath shallow, the weight of those words crashing over him like a wave.
Behind them, Taehyung finally pushed himself upright with a grunt, brushing the dust from his coat. “I hate to break this up,” he muttered, glancing at Jungkook’s side, “but we’ve gotta move. Jin’s going to want to see that wound before you pass out on us, boss.”
Jungkook gave a slight nod, but his gaze never left Jimin.
“I won’t force you,” he said, voice gentling. “But I’ll beg, if that’s what it takes.”
Jimin looked down at his hands.
Stained with blood. Calloused from hard labor. Empty in every sense.
He clenched them for a moment… then lifted his eyes again.
To the alpha who had shielded him without hesitation.
To the stranger who had nearly torn his own enforcer apart...just to keep him safe.
This time, he listened to his instincts.
And they whispered something new.
Safe.
“…Okay,” Jimin breathed, so softly it barely carried over the wind. “I’ll come with you.”
And something in Jungkook stilled.
The storm inside him eased.
His alpha...wild and snarling just moments before...settled with a quiet exhale.
He reached out, slow and open.
And Jimin stepped into him without fear.
Into the arms of a man who felt like something he’d never dared to believe in.
A home he never knew he needed.
Chapter 3
Summary:
Jimin meets the rest of the crew and gets settled in. We learn a new sad detail about Jimin's past.
Notes:
The response to this fic has me so excited to write more. I think I'll post one more chapter today and that will be all till tomorrow.
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This is a long chapter. Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The car smelled like leather, cold metal, and Alpha.
It was sleek and black, the interior spotless and quiet save for the low purr of the engine. The windows were tinted darker than legal, the kind of vehicle that moved like a shadow through the world...seen by everyone, stopped by no one.
Jimin sat in the farthest corner of the back seat, curled in on himself, trembling from the inside out. Every bump in the road seemed to echo through his bones.
Jungkook was beside him.
His thigh brushed Jimin’s. Not quite touching...hovering...but close enough that every beat of his pulse echoed like thunder against Jimin’s skin. The scent of him was everywhere now. Blood and pine. Smoke and danger. But beneath that, deeper… a thread of something softer. Something grounding. Something that smelled like home.
Jimin’s hands were clenched in his lap, still stained with dried blood. His nails dug into his palms without him realizing. His eyes hadn’t left them since they climbed into the car. Not once. It was easier than looking at the Alpha beside him. Easier than facing what had happened, what he’d done, what he’d felt.
He said I’m his omega.
The words looped in his mind like a broken record. They didn’t sound real. Didn’t feel like they could belong to someone like him. Omegas like Jimin didn’t get claimed. They were tolerated, used, discarded. Never chosen. Never kept.
Jungkook hadn’t spoken since they left the bakery. He was still pale, hunched ever so slightly from the wound, but the fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed...not even when the enforcer, Taehyung, had practically begged forgiveness. Jimin didn’t know what to make of that man. Dangerous. Handsome in a sharp, slashing sort of way. His scent had been whiskey, and leather. But his face, when he realized what he’d done…That hadn’t been a killer. That had been a man breaking from the inside.
Still. The memory of the cold barrel at the back of his head made Jimin’s stomach churn.
Jungkook shifted, and it drew Jimin’s attention against his will. The don’s eyes were already on him.
“Are you cold?”
Jimin blinked. Shook his head slowly. But Jungkook didn’t seem convinced.
A second later, there was a soft rustle. A coat...thick, warm, still holding his scent...was draped over Jimin’s shoulders. His fingers froze mid-flinch.
“There’s a heater. You just have to ask,” Jungkook murmured, almost annoyed. At himself. “Or don’t. I’ll still take care of you.”
Jimin’s throat tightened. He turned slightly toward the window. “Why?”
That one word hung in the space between them, heavier than anything else. He hadn’t meant to say it. It slipped out. Raw and trembling.
Jungkook’s jaw flexed. His nostrils flared. His voice was low when he answered. “Because you’re mine.”
Jimin looked away, biting his lip until he tasted blood.
He didn’t know what it meant. Not truly. Not beyond instinct and longing. Omegas like him didn’t get claimed by men like Jungkook. It wasn’t just the power...though that was overwhelming enough. It was the certainty in Jungkook’s voice. The way he looked at him. Like there was no question. No space for denial.
Like the bond was already forged in fire.
The mansion came into view like something from a fever dream. Gated. Tall. The kind of old stone and reinforced steel that said empire. The kind of place where secrets lived and enemies died. The front doors were already open, guards at attention. And just behind them...
Three figures.
The first was shorter, handsome in a bright, almost sharp way. Golden brown hair. Wearing a fuzzy cardigan that didn’t match the aura of quiet calculation behind his eyes. The second stood close to him, wrapped around his waist like a lover who’d never learned how to let go. Slender, sleepy-eyed, with a presence that was too calm to be weak.
And the last...towering, muscle-bound, with a quiet kind of command that clung to every movement...stood with his arms crossed and jaw clenched, watching the car roll in with the expression of a man prepared to kill or protect on a second’s notice.
Jimin shrank in his seat.
“Who...?”
“Yoongi. Hoseok. Namjoon,” Jungkook supplied, his voice soft again. “My inner circle. You’ll be safe with them.”
Safe. That word again. Jimin didn’t trust it.
The car stopped. Taehyung opened the door, his expression carefully neutral. He didn’t look at Jimin. Not after what happened. Jungkook slid out first, slow and controlled, his hand reaching back immediately for Jimin.
Jimin hesitated.
Jungkook didn’t push. Just waited.
His fingers were open. Warm. Waiting.
Jimin took them.
The moment their palms touched, heat rushed up his arm. His omega instincts trembled violently...urging him to go to this Alpha, to curl close, to bury his face in his throat and breathe deep. But he fought it. Barely.
Jungkook helped him out of the car like he was glass.
The moment they stepped inside, the others descended.
“You look like shit,” Yoongi said with zero preamble, his tone dry but tight with concern. “What the fuck happened?”
Hoseok didn’t speak. He was already reaching for Jungkook, his hands fluttering, trying not to touch the wound but desperate to help. His eyes widened as they landed on Jimin, trailing up and down...taking in the blood, the oversized coat, the pale trembling.
Namjoon’s attention snapped to him next.
He took one step forward.
Jimin instinctively stepped back.
Immediately, Jungkook was between them. A flash of movement. Hand against Jimin’s hip, holding him steady. Possessive. Warning.
“Don’t.” Jungkook’s voice was cold now. “He's mine.”
Namjoon’s brow lifted, then smoothed. “Understood.”
Hoseok blinked, then gave a tiny smile. “I assume this is the reason you nearly killed Tae?”
Jimin flushed.
Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly, protective.
“This is Jimin,” he said quietly. “My omega.”
Dead silence.
Yoongi exhaled through his nose. “Of course he is.”
Namjoon looked at Jungkook for a long moment, then nodded. “Then we owe him our lives. Come on. Let’s get you to Jin.”
As they led Jungkook down the hall...Yoongi murmuring orders, Taehyung already vanishing into a shadow, Hoseok shooting worried looks back at Jimin...Jimin followed like a ghost.
The mansion was a blur. Marble floors. Old wood. Firelight. Everything too large, too expensive, too foreign. But none of it mattered.
Because Jungkook hadn’t let go of his hand once.
And with every step, Jimin’s thoughts churned louder.
I don’t belong here. I don’t know these people. I’m not part of this world.
But he said I’m his.
And the worst part is…
…I don’t want to let go.
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“…You’re smaller than I thought,” Hoseok murmured, walking just a half-step behind Jimin, his gaze steady. “Tae said Jungkook sent him flying across the room.”
Jimin stiffened, alarm flaring in his chest. “He had a gun to the back of my head… he was going to shoot me. Jungkook...he just…reacted.”
Hoseok made a quiet sound, thoughtful. “He went feral.”
Jimin nodded once, unsure if it was an accusation or not.
“He’s never done that before,” Hoseok said, tone unreadable. “Not even for family.”
Jimin blinked, chest tight. “I didn’t mean for him to...”
“No,” Hoseok interrupted gently, “but he did it anyway. That means something.”
He glanced over at their still-joined hands.
“And if I were you, I’d start thinking about what.”
He looked down at their entwined hands...Jungkook’s still gripping tightly, even as his blood left little droplets on the floor.
“You’re holding it together well,” Hoseok added.
“I’m not,” Jimin whispered. “I’m...” He swallowed hard. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Good,” Hoseok murmured, voice warm but firm. “That means you haven’t shut down yet. Panic will come later. For now, just walk.”
Before Jimin could respond, they turned a corner and found the double doors to a room already swinging open.
It smelled clean. Like antiseptic and roses. A faint sweetness clung to the air...baby powder? And under that…pack.
Inside, one of the most beautiful omegas Jimin had ever seen stood waiting. His rolled-up sleeves revealed strong, practiced forearms, latex gloves already on. His hair was jet black, his expression both fierce and concerned.
Jimin blinked in surprise.
He hadn’t expected an omega to be the doctor.
“Jungkook,” the omega said, sighing like an exasperated mother hen. “You’re lucky I adore you, or I’d let you bleed out just to make a point.”
Jungkook offered a faint smirk. “Brought a guest.”
The omega’s gaze snapped to Jimin.
Paused.
Then narrowed.
“You’re Jimin,” he said. Not a question. A statement.
Jimin nodded, tense. He felt suddenly very small under that golden gaze.
The omega stepped forward, not reaching for him, just tipping his chin in a show of courtesy...offering scent, not dominance. “I’m Jin. Jungkook’s physician. And yours now, if you’ll allow it.”
Jimin hesitated, nostrils flaring subtly.
He's the one that smells like roses Jimin thought to himself. The omega also smelled like safety and comfort with a slight milky scent...with sage. He smelled like the alpha at the door...the one who had scared him...
Namjoon.
They must be mates. That’s who Namjoon had to be. The giant, stone-faced Alpha who hadn’t said a word since they arrived but had never taken his hand off Jungkook’s back. His scent, even now, lingered like steel and sun, wrapped tight around Jin’s.
“I…okay,” Jimin whispered finally.
Jin gave a soft smile, the kind that settled something shaky in Jimin’s chest. “Good. We’ll take care of you. Both of you. But first…” He turned to Jungkook. “Let’s keep our fearless leader from dying in my infirmary, hm?”
Yoongi and Namjoon helped ease Jungkook onto the cushioned exam bed. Jimin was forced to release his hand, and the moment he did, he felt colder. Untethered.
Still, he hovered close until Hoseok gently guided him to a nearby chair.
“Sit,” Hoseok said softly. “Jin’s the best. You can trust him.”
Jimin sat. Stiff and silent. He watched as Yoongi peeled Jungkook’s shirt away...crusted with blood and slick with sweat. The white bandages beneath were already soaked red.
Jin cursed softly.
“Through and through,” he muttered. “Didn’t hit anything major, thank the gods. But the bullet tore muscle. No wonder you’re half-dead, you idiot.”
“Missed the heart,” Jungkook murmured without looking at him. “Didn’t miss the mark.”
“Cute,” Jin deadpanned. “Shut up before I sedate you.”
But Jungkook wasn’t even listening.
His gaze had already drifted past Jin. Back to Jimin.
Even with his skin pale and slick with blood, even with pain etched into every inch of him, Jungkook stared at the omega like he was the only thing worth seeing in the world.
Jimin felt that look like gravity.
Like a tether he couldn’t cut.
Like a future he didn’t know he wanted until it was already dragging him in.
He couldn’t look away.
Because some part of him...buried, quiet, starved...had already started to believe it.
This Alpha wasn’t going to let him go.
And, gods help him…
A secret, aching part of Jimin didn’t want him to.
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Jin worked quickly. His hands were steady, stained red to the wrists, his expression cool and focused despite the occasional soft muttering under his breath. Namjoon stood at his side, offering clean gauze and instruments, a quiet presence with sharp eyes that flicked back and forth between the wound and Jungkook’s face. He didn’t speak much...only when asked...but he radiated calm the way some alphas radiated danger.
Jimin sat silently in the corner chair, trying not to wring the blanket in his lap. Hoseok hadn’t left either. He stood just behind him, occasionally brushing a comforting hand over Jimin’s shoulder or scenting the air near him, like a quiet reassurance: You’re safe. You’re not alone. Breathe.
But the only thing Jimin could really focus on was the blood.
Jungkook’s blood.
On the pristine white linens. On Jin’s gloves. Soaking the old bandage as it was peeled away, revealing the ragged, cauterized edge of the bullet wound.
Jimin swallowed hard. His stomach turned, but he didn’t look away.
Not until Jungkook reached for him.
Even half-stripped and stitched open, the Alpha’s fingers still twitched toward him, slow and stubborn.
“Stay,” he rasped.
Jimin blinked. “I...I wasn’t going anywhere.”
Jungkook’s eyes closed, lashes fanning dark across pale cheeks. But his fingers relaxed only when Jimin shifted closer, the blanket still clutched to his chest as he moved the chair nearer to the bed.
Jin didn’t comment. But Namjoon’s gaze softened, just barely.
“You’ll need to come to me to change the dressing twice a day,” Jin said, wiping the blood away after the last stitch was pulled taut. “You should be healed up in a couple days. Wolf healing will take care of the rest."
When it was over and Jungkook was finally laid back against the pillows, Jin peeled off his gloves and turned to Namjoon, lips parting to say something...
Only to freeze as a tiny voice piped up from the hallway.
“Appa?”
Jimin turned instinctively.
At the door stood a tiny child...barely toddling, cheeks round and flushed from sleep. His hair stuck out in messy tufts, one little sock falling halfway down his ankle. In his arms, he hugged a wrinkled gray bunny with one ear nearly chewed off.
Namjoon’s entire face changed. Lit up. He crossed the room in four long strides and crouched low.
“Min-gi,” he said warmly. “You’re supposed to be with Auntie Hyejin, remember?”
The pup’s lower lip wobbled. “She smell bad.”
Jin snorted softly behind his hand.
Namjoon only laughed. “You just woke up, didn’t you?”
The little pup nodded solemnly and then turned his gaze to Jimin, blinking huge, dark eyes.
And smiled.
Jimin’s heart cracked wide open.
Something warm and aching flooded his chest...so sudden and sharp it nearly took his breath away.
Min-gi padded into the room on wobbly feet, fearless, bunny in tow. He stopped just before Jimin, staring up at him with wide curiosity.
“Hi,” the pup said.
Jimin stared, lips parted. “Hi.”
“He likes you,” Jin said quietly, watching from beside the bed. “He’s usually shy with new scents.”
“I…” Jimin breathed. “I love him.”
The room laughed gently, but Jimin meant it. In a deep, dangerous way. Like something inside him had cracked and spilled out...some instinct too old to name.
Because everything in him wanted to scoop the pup into his arms. To scent him. Protect him. Feed him. Hum to him when he was fussy. Kiss his forehead when he slept.
He wanted a pup of his own.
Desperately.
But he wasn’t the kind of omega who got blessed like that.
He’d known it for years...confirmed in a hushed clinic by a nurse who couldn’t quite meet his eyes. Fertility issues. Poor nutrition from years of neglect. Not impossible, they’d said carefully. Just…unlikely.
He’d stopped hoping after that.
But now, holding this tiny gaze…it all came rushing back.
Min-gi stretched out one pudgy hand to touch Jimin’s leg.
Jimin smiled, soft and trembling.
Then Namjoon came to collect him with a warm chuckle and a murmured promise to bring him back later if Jungkook didn’t need sleep, and Hoseok finally took that as the cue to guide Jimin out of the room.
“Come on,” he said kindly, “let’s get you settled.”
The halls were dimmer now, more private. Velvet runners muffled their steps. The weight of the mansion pressed in on all sides...centuries of something heavy and old stitched into every stone.
Hoseok said nothing for a while, just let Jimin follow, wide-eyed.
Until he opened the last door.
And Jimin forgot how to breathe.
The room was enormous...bigger than the bakery’s back room by a mile. Bigger than anywhere he'd ever lived.The bed was enormous, canopied in gauze, turned down with thick cream-colored blankets. A fireplace glowed on the far wall, and beside it, a window looked out over the garden, moonlight casting shadows across the polished floors.
It didn’t smell like anyone else.
It was neutral. Clean.
Waiting.
“For me?” Jimin asked hoarsely.
Hoseok nodded. “Jungkook’s orders. He said...” He paused. “He said, ‘Make sure our omega has everything he needs.’”
Jimin’s lips parted.
Our omega.
His heart gave a strange, painful beat.
“Get some rest,” Hoseok said gently, offering a final squeeze to Jimin’s arm. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. Don’t worry...you’re safe here.”
He left quietly.
Jimin stood alone in the middle of a room too soft, too big, too warm.
He walked to the bed. Touched the edge of the duvet. Let his fingers trail the curve of a carved wooden post.
Then he crumpled to his knees beside it, pulled the blanket from his shoulders, and cried.
For the bakery.
For the cold.
For the blood and the fear and the impossible Alpha who kept looking at him like he mattered.
And for the tiny little pup who smelled like the future he’d never have.
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Sunlight woke him gently.
It wasn’t loud, or hot, or sharp. Just a warm sort of brightness, filtering through sheer curtains that fluttered faintly on a breeze. Somewhere, a bird chirped. Leaves rustled softly outside the open window. The air smelled clean, fresh...like pine trees, polished wood, and distant wildflowers.
Jimin blinked.
For a moment, he didn’t move.
The ceiling above him was high, painted in faded golds and creams, and laced with the faint outline of a mural... pine trees and wolves, curling vines and starlight. Not real wolves. Painted ones. With red eyes. Familiar somehow.
A frown tugged at his brow.
Then it hit him all at once.
The bakery. The blood. Jungkook’s body in his arms. The towering strangers. The car ride.The Alpha who’d held his hand in Jimin’s hand the entire time like he was afraid to let go.
Jimin bolted upright in bed, heart stuttering.
Only to freeze when the silk sheets slid against his bare skin.
He looked down.
Someone had undressed him while he slept.
He wore a soft, oversized shirt now...probably one of Jungkook’s, because it swallowed him to the knees...and nothing else. No pants. No socks.
But he didn’t smell touched.
His scent hadn’t been disturbed. No foreign Alpha scent blanketing him, no trace of invasion in his nesting instincts. Just clean soap, and the faintest lingering thread of Jungkook’s scent woven through the shirt.
Jimin sat there, curled in on himself, breathing slow.
They’d undressed him for comfort. For warmth. For care.
Not for harm.
That truth alone was enough to make his eyes sting.
He slid out of bed and padded barefoot to the balcony. The floors were heated beneath his toes. Outside, the garden looked like something from a dream...white roses climbing up trellises, winding stone paths, little flickers of butterflies flitting past.
Beyond that, trees. A forest. Mountains in the distance.
Safety.
He hadn’t felt it in years.
The knock on the door was soft.
Jimin startled slightly, then called out, “Yes?”
It creaked open, and Jin’s soft face peeked in. He looked freshly showered, hair still damp, wearing a cozy navy robe tied tight at the waist.
“Good morning,” he said gently. “Can I come in?”
Jimin nodded, brushing his fingers through his sleep-tousled hair.
“Did you sleep?”
“…Yes.”
“Good. You needed it.” Jin stepped fully into the room, holding a tray. “I brought you something to eat. Jungkook’s not awake yet, but he’s stable. You’re not expected anywhere until you’re ready.”
Jimin’s gaze dropped to the tray...porridge with honey, a bowl of fresh berries, warm toast with melted butter, and tea that smelled faintly of ginger and ginseng. His stomach growled.
He flushed.
Jin only smiled. “Sit, eat. I’ll stay, if you want company.”
Jimin did.
He crawled back onto the bed and sat cross-legged as Jin settled beside him, placing the tray carefully between them. The warmth of the food made his belly ache with sudden need. He hadn’t had a full meal in months. Maybe longer.
“You were out cold when we checked on you in the night,” Jin said casually. “Didn’t even twitch. Jungkook kept murmuring your name, though.”
Jimin glanced up.
“Only name he said, actually,” Jin added with a soft smile. “Not Hoseok. Not Yoongi. Not Namjoon. Just yours.”
A strange flutter passed through Jimin’s chest.
He picked at the toast.
“He shouldn’t be...” Jimin began, then stopped. “He’s not my responsibility.”
Jin arched a brow. “Is that how you really feel?”
Jimin hesitated.
No. It wasn’t.
But it was safer to pretend.
He didn’t know these people. Didn’t know the rules here. And Jungkook...Jungkook was a mafia Don. A killer. A war machine in a silk suit. Jimin had seen it in the way Taehyung obeyed him. In the bullet wound. In the way Yoongi had stepped into the shadows like his mere presence meant blood.
And yet…
And yet Jungkook had held onto his hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Had begged him to stay. Had called him ours.
That same flutter returned.
Jimin reached for the berries, chewing quietly.
After a moment, Jin asked, “Do you want to meet the others? When you’re ready, of course.”
Jimin shrugged. “I… I guess I have to.”
“You don’t have to do anything here.”
Jimin looked at him.
“I mean it,” Jin said, voice softer now. “Not like the world out there. Jungkook…he doesn’t let people cage the ones he cares about. Not anymore. He won’t force you into anything. Not a bond. Not a room. Not even a conversation.”
“Then why am I still here?”
“Because you matter,” Jin said simply. “And I think he knows it. I think you do too.”
The room fell quiet after that.
When Jimin was finished eating Jin helped him up, then showed him the adjoining bathroom...larger than any bathroom Jimin had ever seen...with towels warmed on racks, gold fixtures, and glass bottles labeled in calligraphy. A change of clothes lay on the bench: soft drawstring pants, a long sweater that smelled faintly of sunshine and lilies, and a robe that looked thick enough to sleep in.
“You’re family now,” Jin said as he turned to leave. “You’ll see. It just…takes some getting used to.”
He paused at the door, fingers still on the knob, and glanced back.
“Oh...before I forget,” he added, voice light but eyes serious, “when you're ready, I’d like to have a look at you. At the clinic downstairs.”
Jimin’s brows pinched.
“I’m the in-house physician,” Jin clarified. “I want to make sure you’re healing properly. You were covered in bruises when you came in and we don’t know what kind of stress your body’s been under lately. There’s no pressure, but…” His voice softened. “You deserve care too, Jimin. Not just him.”
Jimin looked down, fingers curling in the hem of the oversized shirt.
“I’ll come,” he murmured, barely above a whisper.
Jin smiled.
“I’ll be waiting.”
And with that, he slipped out the door, leaving Jimin alone in the quiet, golden morning.
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The mansion was too quiet in the morning.
Not silent, not cold...but there was a stillness to it, like the hush of snow outside a windowpane.
Jimin padded down the wide hallway barefoot, the floor chilled beneath his toes, long sleeves of his borrowed sweater hiding the tips of his fingers. Everything smelled clean and foreign. Too many new scents layered into the air...Jin’s roses and milky pup scent, Namjoon’s sage, the subtle hum of lemon and amber from freshly polished wood.
But beneath it all, he could still smell him. Jungkook. Like wood and dark spice, deep and warm. It wrapped itself into the fibers of Jimin’s clothes, into the bed he’d slept in. Into him.
He didn’t know where he was going until he heard soft laughter behind a slightly ajar door.
He paused...then stepped closer, peeking around the edge. Wafting from the room was combined scents of sunshine, lilies...and the alpha's gunpowder and mahogany.
Inside was a small sitting room dappled in golden morning light, soft cushions scattered around a low table, and in the middle of it all sat Hoseok...the omega curled neatly into Yoongi’s lap, like he belonged there and had never belonged anywhere else.
Yoongi was cross-legged on the floor, back leaned against the wall, one arm slung lazily over Hoseok’s waist, the other hand threading tenderly through his omega’s tousled hair. Hoseok had his face buried in Yoongi’s neck, murmuring something soft Jimin couldn’t hear, and the alpha answered it with a quiet rumble that sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine.
It was so intimate. So quietly sacred.
Jimin’s throat went tight.
He hadn’t meant to intrude...but he couldn’t look away either.
That kind of love...gentle, lived-in, safe...it was something Jimin had never seen up close. Not like this. His chest ached with something warm and hollow all at once.
Yoongi noticed him first. His sharp eyes flicked up instantly...assessing, calm, not startled. Not angry.
A beat later, Hoseok lifted his head too, blinking sleepily, and his expression softened at once. “Oh. Good morning, Jimin.”
Jimin shifted awkwardly, bowing slightly. “Sorry...I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was just walking. I didn’t know anyone was...”
“You’re not interrupting.” Hoseok’s voice was all sunshine and flowers. He uncurled from Yoongi’s lap gracefully, smoothing his hair down, not the least bit embarrassed. “We just like to sit in here before the house gets too loud. It’s kind of our little routine.”
Jimin gave a small, shy nod, and Hoseok stepped closer, touching his wrist lightly in greeting. His scent...warm sunshine and lillies...bloomed gently in the air, instantly comforting.
“Did you sleep okay?” Hoseok asked, tilting his head. “Your scent is calmer this morning.”
Jimin blinked. “You… notice that?”
Hoseok grinned. “Omega noses. We notice everything.”
Yoongi, now standing, gave Jimin a once-over. Not unkind...just direct. “He’s been asking for you, by the way.”
Jimin’s heart thudded. “He?”
“Your alpha,” Hoseok said with a soft smile, looping his arm gently through Jimin’s like they were already friends. “Since dawn, actually. Wouldn’t eat. Wouldn’t rest. You’re a problem, you know that?”
Jimin flushed, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to...”
“We’re teasing,” Hoseok said gently. “Well. I am. He’s probably pacing like a caged tiger right now.”
Yoongi hummed low, amused, as they guided Jimin toward the hallway. “He’s not used to being separated from what’s his.”
And that word...his...wrapped around Jimin’s ribs like a chain. His fingers clenched in the sleeve of his shirt, thoughts buzzing like bees.
His alpha.
He didn’t know what exactly that meant yet.
But he was going to find out.
Chapter 4
Summary:
Jimin finally understands what it means to be Jungkook's.
Jungkook's enemy makes a move.
Jimin receives wonderful news.
Notes:
This is a very longggg chapter. Hopefully it will hold y'all over till tomorrow lol.
Let me know what y'all think.
Please be aware of the tags. This chapter has a brief description of violence and gore.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jimin’s footsteps were tentative as he crossed the threshold into the alpha's room, the soft click of the door closing behind him like a final seal on a fragile moment. The air was thick with a scent he was beginning to recognize...sandalwood, spice, and something deeper, more primal. Jungkook’s scent. It clung to the sheets, the walls, the very air, wrapping around him like a tangible presence.
The room was… enormous. It felt less like a bedroom and more like a private sanctuary...dark, commanding, and unapologetically masculine. Black silk sheets spilled over the edges of a California King so large it looked like it could swallow him whole. The bed was positioned beneath a low-hanging chandelier of blackened metal and crystal, the dim light catching on each facet, throwing fractured glimmers across the walls.
Those walls were deep charcoal, sleek and cool, broken only by panels of brushed silver and a single framed painting...a wolf standing beneath a blood-red moon. On one side, a floor-to-ceiling window stretched the length of the wall, veiled with heavy blackout curtains, their fabric thick and expensive enough to drink in the light.
To his left, a set of double doors stood slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of Jungkook’s dressing room. Even from here, Jimin could see the rows of neatly hung suits in a spectrum of blacks, greys, and the occasional deep burgundy. Built-in shelving displayed leather shoes in perfect order, each pair gleaming under recessed lighting. The space seemed to go on far deeper than it should, the kind of dressing room that belonged to someone who owned not just clothes, but the means to always be prepared for every occasion...business, pleasure… and anything in between.
Jimin’s fingers clenched tight, his pulse quickening. It was the kind of space that told you exactly who it belonged to: a man who took up all the air in a room without speaking a word. A man used to control. A man who could keep someone here...and they would not escape unless he allowed it.
And there he was...Jungkook. Sitting at the edge of that vast bed like a shadow carved into flesh, shoulders broad, posture still but radiating power. His head was slightly lowered, but his eyes… his eyes tracked Jimin with the unwavering precision of a predator that had just caught sight of its prey.
His legs suddenly felt like cooked noodles. And for a brief, unsteady moment, Jimin wondered...not if he should step inside...but if he should run.
The instant Jimin’s eyes met his, Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, intense and unyielding. It was as if the world had narrowed to just this room, just this moment, just this trembling omega before him.
Jimin’s breath hitched, his heart pounding a wild tattoo against his ribs. Under that burning stare, every doubt, every scar, every fragile piece of him felt laid bare. He wanted to look away...wanted to retreat into the safety of shadows...but something held him rooted, captivated by the raw fire blazing in Jungkook’s eyes.
Without hesitation, Jungkook’s hand shot out, fingers curling around Jimin’s wrist with a strength that was both grounding and possessive. His touch was firm, but careful, like he was afraid to crush something precious.
His voice was low, ragged with emotion, a growl that rumbled deep in his chest. “You don’t have to be afraid here. Not with me.”
The words hit Jimin like a tidal wave, and the walls he’d built...walls forged from pain, fear, and loneliness...wavered for the first time in years.
Jungkook shifted his weight, the sharp ache in his side dulling as he pushed the pain to the background, his focus narrowing solely on the small, trembling figure standing before him. His thumb brushed soothingly over the back of Jimin’s hand, threading their fingers together as if to make them inseparable.
“Stay,” Jungkook whispered, voice softer now, laced with a desperate plea. “Don’t run.”
Jimin swallowed hard, the turmoil inside him colliding...hope and fear, relief and disbelief. His throat tightened, and finally, a small nod. The unspoken promise to try, to trust, to hold on.
The wolf that coiled within Jungkook’s chest howled its approval, fierce and relentless. Its fire spread through his veins, igniting every protective instinct, every shard of love and need he had long buried beneath the weight of power and responsibility.
They were bound now...not just by survival, not just by blood or duty...but by something ancient, fierce, and unbreakable.
By claim.
By fire.
By the undeniable truth that this omega was his.
Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s wrist tightened ever so slightly, steadying them both. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a raw electricity that made Jimin’s skin tingle, hairs rising along his arms. His breath caught as the Alpha’s other hand reached out...slow, deliberate...and brushed a stray lock of hair back from Jimin’s forehead.
The touch was featherlight, but it sent a jolt straight to Jimin’s core, igniting a warmth that spread like wildfire beneath his skin. His pulse thundered wildly in his ears, and the room spun gently, the edges of his vision softening around the heat pooling in his belly.
Jungkook’s eyes bore into his, deep and unyielding, yet shimmering with something softer...something fierce and fragile all at once. He leaned forward just a fraction, and the faint scent of spice and wood curled closer, wrapping Jimin in an intoxicating embrace.
Slowly, impossibly, Jungkook’s hand slipped from Jimin’s wrist and slid down his arm, fingers trailing a path that left sparks in their wake. Every brush of skin against skin was a silent promise...a vow etched in heat and breath.
Jimin shivered, half from fear, half from something else he couldn’t name...a trembling need that begged to be acknowledged.
Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook closed the small distance between them, his body a solid wall of strength and warmth. The space was electric, taut with tension, but Jungkook didn’t rush. Instead, he pressed just the barest hint of his forehead to Jimin’s temple...a grounding touch, an unspoken plea for trust.
Jimin’s breath hitched again, his instincts screaming to retreat even as his heart urged him forward.
His hands...clumsy and trembling...reached up, tentatively resting on Jungkook’s chest. The heat radiating from beneath the soft fabric was mesmerizing, a steady pulse beneath his fingertips that matched the frantic beating of his own heart.
For a moment, time held its breath.
Then Jungkook’s arms came up to wrap around Jimin’s small frame, pulling him close with a possessive strength that left no room for doubt.
Jimin melted into the embrace, every doubt and fear dissolving into the fierce heat of belonging. His head rested against Jungkook’s shoulder, breath mingling with the steady rhythm of the Alpha’s heartbeat...a steady, relentless drum that promised protection, safety, and something dangerously close to home.
The massive wolf inside Jungkook howled, claiming not just with words, but with every inch of closeness, every breath shared in the silence.
They were bound...body and soul...by fire, by claim, by the unshakable truth that no matter what came next, neither would ever let go.
Jimin’s breath was ragged, his chest pressed tight against Jungkook’s solid frame, heat pooling low and fierce between them. The steady beat of Jungkook’s heart beneath his palm was hypnotic, almost drowning out the chaotic thunder of his own.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened, a hunger flickering to life...sharp, urgent, impossible to ignore. His hand moved slowly, deliberately, sliding beneath the loose fabric of Jimin’s sweater. Fingers ghosted over the smooth, warm skin beneath, tracing a path that set every nerve on fire. He reveled in the feel of his omega’s bare skin, vulnerable and soft, yet trembling beneath his touch.
The scent of Jimin...clean, sweet honey and lemons, touched with the wild tang of survival...filled Jungkook’s senses, pulling him deeper into the moment. His alpha instincts flared, fierce and possessive.
No one else would ever have this. No one else would touch what was his.
Without warning, Jungkook’s lips crashed down onto Jimin’s, urgent and demanding. The kiss was a claim as much as it was need...tongue flicking out, sliding over Jimin’s, seeking, tasting, claiming. There was a roughness to it, a hint of teeth grazing along his bottom lip that made Jimin gasp...a small, desperate sound that slid out as a whimper.
Jimin’s arms wrapped up around Jungkook’s neck, fingers tangling in the dark waves of his hair, pulling him closer as if he could erase every moment of fear and loneliness by simply holding on tighter. His body pressed fully into Jungkook’s, and without hesitation, he climbed...legs wrapping around the alpha’s waist, settling in his lap.
The warmth of Jungkook’s body seeped into him, a fierce promise of protection and possession. His heart hammered wildly, a frantic drum beneath the storm of sensation.
Jungkook growled low in his throat...a deep, vibrating sound that shook through Jimin’s chest and into his bones. It was a sound that spoke of territory, of warning to anyone who dared come near.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook murmured against his lips, voice rough with raw emotion."Do you understand now?"
The words sent a shiver racing down Jimin’s spine. Finally understanding what that meant.
"Your's." He whimpered.
Jimin’s lips parted beneath Jungkook’s, inviting, trembling. Their tongues tangled, moving together in a frantic dance...hungry, needy, desperate. Jungkook’s hands roamed with increasing possessiveness, one sliding down to grip Jimin’s hip firmly, the other lingering on the exposed skin of his stomach, memorizing every inch.
Jimin’s soft whimpers grew louder, mingling with Jungkook’s low growls, a symphony of need and claim that filled the small room.
The Alpha’s lips trailed from Jimin’s mouth down to his jaw, then his neck, leaving hot, burning kisses that made Jimin arch closer...searching, wanting more, needing to feel completely known, completely his.
Inside, Jungkook’s mind was a fierce tempest.
This omega was everything he’d denied himself for years. Fragile, fierce, broken...but his. The bond was already seared into his blood, deeper than pain, stronger than fear. No one else could touch him, couldn’t come close without paying in blood.
Jimin’s scent flooded his senses, mixing with the sharp tang of arousal and the sweeter notes of submission.
“Don’t run,” Jungkook growled into Jimin’s hair, his voice a low promise and a warning all at once.
Jimin’s reply was a trembling sigh against his neck, a silent vow to stay.
And Jungkook tightened his hold, possessive and relentless, as if he could fuse their bodies and souls into one unbreakable whole.
Because this...this was no longer just survival.
This was claim.
This was fire.
This was forever.
Jimin’s body was warm in Jungkook’s lap, arms, delicate and trembling but not pulling away. That alone did something dangerous to the alpha...something primal. The scent of him, honeyed citrus combined with his sandalwood and spice, curled around Jungkook’s senses, feeding the hunger he’d been trying to tame since the moment the omega walked into the room.
“You smell like mine,” Jungkook growled lowly, his mouth brushing the shell of Jimin’s ear. He couldn’t help it. The possessiveness thrummed through him like a war drum. “I hate that anyone else ever laid eyes on you.”
Jimin let out a soft, involuntary whimper, his fingers tightening where they clutched Jungkook’s shirt. He was trembling again, but not with fear.
The omega tilted his head, baring his throat...just a little. Just enough.
Jungkook’s breath caught.
His hand found Jimin’s waist, hot and firm, and the other slid up the curve of his back. And when their mouths crashed together again, it was nothing like the first kiss. This one was wild...teeth and tongue, mouths parted in need. Jimin made a soft keening noise as he sat on Jungkook’s lap, thighs wrapped around strong hips, arms winding around his neck like instinct had taken over.
The alpha’s hand slipped under the edge of Jimin’s oversized sweater, palm flattening against bare skin. Smooth, warm, addictive. Jungkook let out a growl from deep in his chest, his fingers spreading wide, gripping the small of Jimin’s back.
Jimin gasped into his mouth at the contact, nails curling into Jungkook’s shoulders.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Jungkook whispered against his lips. His voice was gravel and fire, thick with restraint. “You don’t even realize what you do to me.”
His nose brushed along Jimin’s cheek, scenting him, filling his lungs with the intoxicating mix of vulnerable omega and defiant survivor. He pulled back just enough to look at him...really look at him.
Jimin’s plush lips were kiss-swollen, his cheeks flushed. His eyes were dark and glassy, pupils wide, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon.
“I should slow down,” Jungkook murmured, but his hands didn’t move from under the omega’s shirt. “I should take this slow. Be gentle with you. You’ve been through too much.”
Jimin leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, voice soft and shaky.
“But I don’t want slow.”
Jungkook groaned, guttural and low, forehead pressing harder against Jimin’s. His grip on Jimin’s waist tightened just enough to make the omega gasp. His instincts flared red-hot.
“You’re going to ruin me, omega.”
“And you…” Jimin breathed, hips brushing down against the alpha's lap, “...already ruined me.”
Jungkook’s hands trembled as they framed Jimin’s waist, thumbs stroking slow, reverent circles along the soft dip of his hips beneath the shirt. The scent of arousal and warm safety saturated the air between them, thick and unspoken. It wasn’t just physical...it was something else entirely. Something neither of them wanted to name just yet, but could feel in every glance, every breath.
Jimin’s mouth lingered just over Jungkook’s, lips still parted, pupils wide and dark like the omega was stuck between drowning and surrendering to it.
The alpha leaned in again...he needed one more taste.
But just as his mouth met Jimin’s with a low, needy hum...his phone rang.
Shrill.
Sharp.
Unforgiving.
Jungkook froze, growling against Jimin’s lips.
“Fuck.”
He reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand, not even looking at the screen, but he didn’t need to. Only one person dared to call him repeatedly like that...especially when he had his phone on Do Not Disturb.
Yoongi.
The second in command. His brother in blood and battle.
“Sorry, baby...hold on.” Jungkook kissed Jimin’s forehead quickly before answering, voice clipped.
“What.”
“Don, we’ve got a situation. You need to...”
Jungkook didn’t even let him finish. He hit the hold button and tossed the phone face-down on the mattress with a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair.
His breath was still shallow, heart racing like he’d just fought off death.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped, resting his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder. “That’s my underboss. I have to take it.”
Jimin blinked, still flushed, his breathing shaky but soft. He nodded slowly, brushing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
“It’s okay… I...” he hesitated, voice quieter now, “...I have to go get examined anyway. By Jin.”
Jungkook went completely still.
His head lifted, eyes darkening as he looked at the omega perched in his lap.
The bruise on Jimin’s cheek was stark in the golden light, a faded yellow reminder of everything that had been done to him. His frame was too slim. His wrist, visible beneath the cuff of his shirt, was delicate and bruised at the bone. His scent, though sweet, still held the faint edge of stress and malnutrition.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched.
A storm settled behind his eyes.
“You’re not just getting an exam,” he said, voice dangerously low. “I’m sending Jin orders to check everything. Your head. Your ribs. Your blood. Your scent glands. Your heat cycle. Every single bruise. Every. Damn. Thing.”
Jimin blinked in surprise, his lips parting. “Jungkook…”
“No,” Jungkook growled, thumb brushing ever so gently over the yellow mark on his cheek. “You were starving. You were hurt. I can still feel your ribs through your shirt. I should’ve...” He stopped himself, shaking his head, throat tightening. “You’re mine now. That means I fix everything they broke.”
Jimin’s eyes shimmered slightly, but he didn’t cry. He just leaned in, brushing his nose gently against Jungkook’s cheek, then whispered against his skin.
“I feel safe with you.”
Those words. Simple. Honest.
They cracked something deep inside Jungkook.
He cupped the back of Jimin’s neck and kissed him once...soft and slow this time. Like a promise.
Then he gently lifted him off his lap, his voice still rough but tender.
“Go see Jin. Tell him I’ll text the orders. And if anything hurts, anything, you say it. Understand?”
Jimin nodded, fingers lingering on Jungkook’s wrist.
“Okay.”
Another kiss. Brief. Lips barely brushing.
Then the omega stepped out of the room, scent trailing behind him like warm honey and fresh squeezed lemons.
Jungkook picked up the phone and stared at it for a second, thumb hovering over the call button...but his thoughts were far from the business Yoongi needed to discuss.
They were with an omega in the next room.
The one who made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t too far gone.
He ran a hand over his face, trying to ground himself. But before he could sink too deep into his thoughts, his phone vibrated again in his hand.
Yoongi.
With a sharp breath, Jungkook answered and lifted the phone to his ear. “Go.”
Yoongi’s voice came through low and steady. “You’re not gonna like this.”
“I’m already not liking a lot of things today,” Jungkook muttered, pacing slowly across the room. “Start talking.”
Yoongi hesitated, which meant it was bad.
“Alistar Petrov has opened an omega heat house down by the docks. Our docks.”
The words landed like a blade in Jungkook’s gut.
Alistar Petrov. That son of a bitch. The Russian boss of the Moonfang Syndicate. He'd been a rival of the Nocturne Syndicate since Jungkook's parents were murdered.
“What?” he growled, voice low and venomous. His jaw clenched so tightly he could feel it twitch.
“Confirmed it twenty minutes ago. Surveillance feed caught his enforcers moving omegas inside the warehouse. Same ones we ID’d from his prostitution ring. Same tags. Same vans. He’s using the same fucking tactics again.”
Jungkook stopped walking. Rage clawed up the back of his throat.
Yoongi kept going. “There’s more. We pulled satellite feed and facial recognition...Jungkook, he’s the one who ordered your hit. We tracked the movements. Payment logs. Same assassin squad. Alistar was behind it.”
Silence.
Jungkook’s fingers flexed around the phone until his knuckles turned white. He could feel the beast inside him rattling its chains, snarling and furious.
His voice dropped into something colder than ice. “You sure?”
Yoongi didn’t miss a beat. “Positive.”
Jungkook’s breath hissed through his teeth. “Send word to Namjoon. Tell him to take a team. I want Alistar’s rats followed. I want them cornered. I want them to bleed.”
“You want them dead?”
“Yes,” Jungkook growled. “I want Alistar to know we found his rot. I want a body dropped at his doorstep. Eyes gouged. Teeth shattered. Throat slit. I want him to understand...you don’t fuck with the Nocturne Syndicate.”
Yoongi exhaled, a small sound of approval. “Message received. I’ll handle it.”
“Good,” Jungkook snapped. “Now burn that fucking heat house to the ground.”
Yoongi paused. “Jungkook...you good?”
Jungkook's throat worked. His eyes flicked toward the hallway where Jimin had gone. The bruise on his omega’s cheek still burned into his memory. So thin. So tired.
“I will be,” he muttered. Then he ended the call without another word.
The silence that followed was deafening.
He stood there for a moment, chest rising and falling with the weight of what he’d just heard. Fury crackled under his skin like lightning beneath a storm. He wanted to shift. Wanted to hunt. Tear something apart. Alistar’s face flashed in his mind and Jungkook saw red.
But then…
Jimin.
The image came unbidden...big eyes filled with hesitation and a quiet, heartbreaking hope. That fragile voice whispering “…Okay. I’ll come with you.”
And the memory of his fingers brushing over that bruised cheek. The way Jimin had leaned into him, soft and trusting, despite all the hell he’d been through.
That was what mattered right now.
He swallowed, forcing his heartbeat to slow, his instincts to settle. He wouldn't lose control. Not tonight.
Jungkook unlocked his phone again and opened his message thread with Jin.
Jungkook:
Full exam on my omega. Head to toe. I want everything checked. Blood work too. Everything.
Don’t miss a damn thing, Jin. I’m trusting you.
Make sure he’s safe. Make sure he’s okay.
And come to me with the results the second you’re done.
He stared at the message for a moment before hitting send.
Jungkook ran his thumb over the phone screen, slowly. His reflection stared back at him from the glass...eyes dark, jaw tight, shoulders drawn with tension.
He couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of Jimin in a heat house. It could’ve been him. Just one more day. One more hour in that alley. If he hadn't shown up in that bakery when he did. It could have been Jimin. That could have been the life his omega was living.
And now Jimin was his.
No one would ever touch him again.
Jungkook would burn the whole world before he let another hand be laid on that omega.
He tucked the phone away and let out a long breath, steadying himself.
It had begun.
Alistar had made the first move.
Now it was time to respond.
And this time, Jungkook wouldn’t be the one bleeding.
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The sterile lighting is soft, intentionally so...Jin designed this room for omegas first, not patients. Pale sage walls, warm-toned wood cabinetry, no harsh steel, no cold exam tables. Just a padded reclining chair, a blanket if needed, and Jin’s gentle presence.
Jimin sits on the edge of the chair, hands folded neatly in his lap, nerves bubbling in his chest like too-hot tea. He flinches when the door opens, but it’s only Jin, smiling softly and holding a tablet.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Jin says gently, closing the door behind him. “I got Jungkook’s message. He wants me to do a full workup on you.”
Jimin nods quickly. “O-okay…”
“No need to be nervous,” Jin adds, sensing the tightness in Jimin’s posture. “I just need to ask you some personal questions before I draw your blood and get the scans. Nothing scary.”
Jimin offers him a small nod.
“Alright,” Jin sits across from him, tablet balanced on his knee. “Let’s start simple. When was your last heat?”
Jimin swallows. “Six months ago.”
“Did you spend it alone or with a partner?” Jin asks, not looking up from his notes. “And any complications?”
“I was alone,” Jimin says softly. “And… no. No complications other than excruciating pain.”
That makes Jin glance up. An unbonded, unclaimed omega going through heat alone in this city is rare...and dangerous. But Jimin says it so plainly, like it's normal. Like it's always been that way.
Jin doesn’t press. Yet.
He taps his pen to the screen. “When were you last sexually active?”
There’s a beat.
Then Jimin flushes deep pink. “I… I haven’t been. I’ve never…”
His voice trails off, cheeks redder now.
Jin’s fingers still over the screen.
Never?
He masks his surprise with a neutral nod. “Thank you for telling me. That helps me rule out a few risks.”
Jin moves gently through the rest. “Have your heats always been regular?”
“Yes. Like clockwork,” Jimin murmurs.
“Good. Any underlying medical conditions I should know about? Allergies? Surgeries?”
Jimin shakes his head… then hesitates. He looks down, fiddling with the hem of the long sleeve he’s wearing. His voice lowers again.
“...A few years ago, I went to a free clinic.”
Jin tilts his head. “Okay…”
“They told me I… I was infertile.” Jimin's voice trembles a little. “They said my heats were extremely painful because of how malnourished I’d been. For too long. I didn’t have enough nutrients to support a cycle properly…or to carry.”
Jin stills completely.
Jimin lifts his eyes slowly. There’s no bitterness in them. Just the quiet acceptance of someone who’s been told not to hope.
“They said it was permanent,” he finishes. “I didn’t go back.”
Jin’s throat tightens.
“Thank you for telling me that,” he says softly. “I’ll run the tests, do an ultrasound...see what we’re dealing with, okay? A lot can change in a few years.”
Jimin just nods.
But Jin is already thinking...about iron levels, hormone imbalances, omega regulation cycles, suppressed reproductive markers, luteinizing hormone production, body fat percentage. Years of starvation and stress can shut down the reproductive system entirely, but sometimes… sometimes it's not permanent.
Sometimes the body just needs safety. Rest. Nourishment.
And someone to protect it.
Jin stands, voice kind. “I’m going to draw your blood now, okay? Then we’ll do a full physical and run scans. I’ll be gentle.”
Jimin offers him a brave little smile. “Okay.”
As Jin slips on his gloves, he finds himself more determined than ever.
Because no omega should’ve ever gone through heat alone. No omega should’ve ever been told they were broken and then left to live with it.
Jin doesn’t know yet what happened to Jimin. But he knows enough.
And he understands now why Jungkook’s text had come through so urgently, so specifically.
This omega is important.
And God help the man who ever tried to take that away.
After he drew blood he had Jimin sit on the exam table while he put on a new pair of gloves. Jimin sat perched on the edge of the padded table, fingers twisting anxiously in the hem of his oversized sleeves. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing faintly with the warmth of roses...Jin’s natural omega scent, soft and comforting, like blooming petals under sunlight.
Jin was gentle, his voice low and calm as he worked. “I’m going to palpate your scent glands now. Let me know if anything hurts.”
Jimin nodded, exposing the side of his neck with a quiet, obedient tilt. He flinched the moment Jin’s fingers pressed against the swollen gland beneath his skin.
“Mm,” Jin hummed, frowning. “They’re inflamed. Tender. You’ve gone too long without being scented, haven’t you?”
Jimin gave a small, embarrassed nod, unable to meet his eyes.
Jin didn’t comment further. "Go ahead and lay back for me so I can palpitate your organs."
Jimin laid back against the crinkly paper and took a deep breath. Jin's hands moved carefully, professionally, now pressing lower...warm fingers gliding over Jimin’s clothed belly before gently applying pressure lower down, over his uterus. Jimin inhaled sharply and tensed, eyes going wide.
“There,” Jin said softly. “Pain?”
“Y-Yeah. A little,” Jimin admitted, voice small.
Jin exhaled and stepped back, setting his gloves aside. “Your uterus is extremely tender. Combined with the scent from your glands, I’d say your heat is very close...a few days at most. I can already smell the early shift in your hormones.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed. He looked down, heart fluttering with a quiet kind of dread.
"Let me do an ultrasound," Jin said as he rolled his stool closer, the ultrasound machine already set up beside him. “Alright, Jimin,” he said in that calm, patient tone that made people instinctively trust him. “We’re just going to take a look. Nothing invasive, just an abdominal scan for now.”
Jimin gave a small nod, his throat too tight to trust his voice.
“Lift your sweater for me, and lower your pants a bit...just to here,” Jin instructed, gesturing to Jimin’s lower belly. He reached for a bottle of gel, the plastic cap clicking open with a soft pop. “It’ll be a little cold.”
The first touch of the gel made Jimin flinch, the cool slickness spreading over the soft skin of his lower abdomen. The scent of roses...Jin’s scent...was faint but steady, grounding him as the transducer pressed lightly into his skin.
On the monitor, shifting shades of grey began to take shape. Jin’s eyes flicked between the screen and his patient, his hand steady as he moved the probe in small, deliberate arcs. “Uterus looks healthy… good thickness to the lining,” he murmured more to himself than to Jimin. He adjusted the angle, scanning deeper. “Ovaries present, both sides…no cysts. Follicles look normal for your cycle phase.”
Jimin stared at the ceiling, holding his breath without realizing it. A part of him...the part trained by years of disappointment...was waiting for the blow. It was easier to brace for bad news than to hope.
But Jin’s voice carried no shadow of concern. “No signs of scarring or structural abnormalities. Blood flow looks good.” He tapped a few keys, freezing the image on the screen. “From what I’m seeing here, there’s nothing to indicate infertility. Everything’s…perfectly fine.”
The words didn’t land right away. They just sat there, heavy and unreal.
Jimin blinked, his voice barely a whisper. “What? Are…are you sure? But they said...”
Jin looked at him then, really looked, reading the disbelief in his eyes. “I’m sure,” he said firmly. “I don’t know what clinic told you that you were infertile, but it was a misdiagnosis. You’re healthy, Jimin. Completely capable of carrying. We just need to get more nutrients in you.”
The breath Jimin released was shaky, almost a laugh...fragile and disbelieving. His heart pounded in his chest, but this time it wasn’t from fear. For the first time in years, his mind was overjoyed.
And as a single tear rolled down his cheek, blurring his vision, only one thought passed through his mind.
Pups.
The word felt like sunlight breaking through a lifetime of clouds, warm and terrifying all at once.
Jin reached for a soft towel, carefully wiping the cool gel from Jimin’s stomach before helping him straighten his clothes. With a steady hand, he guided him to sit up.
“Are you planning to go through your heat alone?” Jin’s tone was gentle, but there was no mistaking the concern threading through it.
Jimin’s shoulders went rigid, his gaze dropping to the floor. His silence spoke louder than any words.
“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Jin continued softly. “Not in your condition. The pain can be… debilitating.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice taking on a warmer, almost brotherly note. “You’re not alone anymore, Jimin. Not unless you choose to be. I just want you to know that.”
Something in Jimin’s throat closed up, a pressure of emotion that made it hard to swallow. “Thank you…for telling me.”
Jin smiled kindly. “I’ll have your lab results tomorrow. We’ll work on getting you the supplements and food you need. One step at a time, okay?”
Jimin nodded, slid carefully off the table, and bowed. “Thank you for your time, doctor.”
He left quietly, the soft patter of his feet barely audible as the door clicked shut behind him. His heart felt full...so full it was almost overwhelming...to finally know he could have pups. But the rush of emotions had left him strangely drained. Shoulders heavy, he made his way back to his room, each step slow and quiet.
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The room was warm, softly lit by the amber glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Jimin had just barely stepped inside when the door clicked again behind him. A housemaid entered with a silver tray balanced in her arms.
“Dinner,” she said politely, setting the tray down on the small table in the corner. “The don sent it up personally.”
Jimin blinked. “The…don?”
She smiled. “The Alpha of the house...Mr. Jeon.”
Then she bowed and left.
Jimin walked slowly to the tray, heart beating faster with each step. When he pulled the cover off, the scent hit him first...rich roasted meats, soft fluffy rice, braised vegetables glistening with sauce, freshly baked rolls. A bowl of warm soup, still steaming. A pitcher of cold water with lemon slices.
It was too much.
His knees hit the edge of the chair as he sat, staring at the meal in disbelief. He hadn’t had food like this in years...not since his mother’s kitchen, long before he ran, before everything fell apart.
No scraps. No stale bread. No begging.
A trembling breath left him. Then another. His vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes, falling quietly into his lap before he could stop them.
He cried alone, in silence. Because he wasn’t hungry anymore. Because someone had remembered him. Cared enough to feed him.
Because someone...his alpha...had thought about him.
With a soft sniffle, Jimin picked up the spoon and took his first bite.
He ate everything.
Every single bite.
And when his stomach was full and his eyes dry, he curled up in the soft bed beneath thick covers, letting warmth wrap around his fragile body.
He didn’t think about his past.
He didn’t think about his scars.
He fell asleep thinking only of the alpha...the one with dark, haunted eyes and a voice that rumbled low like distant thunder. The one whose gaze made his heart race in ways he couldn’t explain, like every look was a silent claim. The one who's lips had set fire to his body with want.
And as sleep pulled him under, Jimin thought about that alpha being the father of his pups.
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That night, Jungkook sat at his desk, waiting.
The fire crackled in the hearth behind him, but he barely heard it over the steady tick of the clock. His gaze never strayed from the door. When Jin finally stepped inside, Jungkook straightened, his sharp eyes locking on the physician like a predator sighting prey.
“Close the door.”
Jin obeyed, shutting it softly before crossing the room, tablet in hand. “I’m here, but let me start by saying I could get in serious trouble for this.”
“Your license is safe,” Jungkook replied flatly. “Talk.”
Jin exhaled, coming to stand in front of the desk. “You asked for a full exam. I did it. Jimin didn’t resist.”
“And?”
“He’s underweight,” Jin said, glancing at the screen. “Badly. He’s twenty-one years old and weighs a hundred pounds. For his height, that’s severe. Long-term malnutrition, muscle loss, vitamin deficiencies...B12 and iron especially. His scent glands were swollen and tender when I palpated them. His uterus is inflamed. I could smell it faintly, but…” Jin’s gaze flicked up. “His heat is approaching. Soon.”
Jungkook’s hands curled into slow, deliberate fists. His voice dropped to a growl. “How soon?”
“A few days. Maybe less. And in his condition, it’s going to be painful.”
The alpha said nothing at first. His mind replayed the sight of the small omega in those soft, too-big clothes… the way he had flinched at the slightest touch, even when Jungkook had been careful… the way his eyes had lit up at a simple meal. That was the kind of brightness you only saw in someone who had been starved of light.
“Did he say anything about…”
“No,” Jin interrupted. “But someone hurt him. You don’t get a body like his without years of deprivation. And you don’t flinch like that unless someone taught you to.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed.
“I told him not to go through heat alone,” Jin added. “And he listened. Thanked me, even. He’s… sweet. You probably know that by now.”
“He’s not spending it alone.” Jungkook’s tone left no room for argument.
Jin arched a brow. “You volunteering?”
Silence stretched.
Then: “I’m not letting him suffer. Either I help him through it, or he’s sedated.”
Jin gave a small nod. “I’ll send over supplements. But Jungkook… he needs more than food and medicine.”
“I know,” the alpha said, his voice cool but unwavering. “He needs safety. Stability. Someone to protect him.”
“And warmth,” Jin said softly. “Someone who sees him as more than something broken to be fixed.”
Jungkook didn’t respond, but the flicker in his eyes was answer enough.
When Jin left, closing the door behind him, Jungkook leaned back in his chair and let out a slow breath.
No connections had been made. No dark threads pulled. Not yet.
All he knew was that Jimin had come into his life like something fragile and fading...and Jungkook would burn the whole world to make sure he never faded again.
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The mansion was silent except for the soft tick of the clock in the hall. Jungkook moved through the shadows with deliberate quiet, his gaze locked on the closed door of Jimin’s room.
He stopped just outside and pressed an ear to the wood, catching the steady rhythm of Jimin’s breathing...fragile, even, yet alive. The alpha’s chest tightened.
Inside, Jimin lay curled beneath the heavy blankets, pale cheeks flushed even in the dimness. The faint scent of sandalwood and spice...their combined scents...lingered on the sheets, mingling with something sweeter now, a wet warmth Jungkook recognized all too well.
His nostrils flared. His lips parted slightly. The pheromones teased him, stirred something ancient and fierce inside.
Jungkook stepped in, the door clicking softly behind him. His eyes roamed over every inch of the omega’s slumbering form...the delicate curve of his jaw, the flutter of lashes against smooth skin, the rise and fall of a chest too thin, too vulnerable.
A low rumble vibrated from his throat as he moved closer, fingers reaching out to brush a stray midnight lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead. His palm rested lightly against the scent gland at the base of Jimin’s neck, inhaling deeply.
The omega whimpered softly, lips parting in a small, sleepy sigh. Jungkook’s hold tightened protectively, possessively.
“I'll never let anyone hurt you again,” he whispered, voice rough like gravel but coated with something softer beneath. “No one else touches you.”
Jimin’s eyelids fluttered as he whimpered a single word, “Alpha.”
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Jimin’s mouth, then trailed it down his neck, teeth grazing lightly as he marked him. His fingers trailed patterns on Jimin’s ribs, careful but hungry, tracing the curves of the omega’s small frame.
The scent of Jimin’s impending heat was thick in the air, intoxicating and raw. Jungkook inhaled deeply, his chest rising with a low, possessive rumble.
He wasn’t letting go. Not now. Not ever.
Silently, with one last lingering look, Jungkook stepped back. The door closed softly behind him, leaving the room cloaked once more in quiet and shadow...Jimin still lost in sleep, unaware of the alpha’s fierce protection watching over him.
Chapter 5
Summary:
Jimin has caught the attention of an obsessed mad man who's infatuated with him.
Jimin tells Jungkook more about his past.
An informant from Alistar's syndicate has infiltrated Jungkook's home without him knowing.
Hoseok takes Jimin shopping for clothes and...lingerie.
Alistar plots.
Notes:
Please read the tags before reading this chapter. It contains violence and gore.
This is a long chapter. Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Later the same night:
The alley was the kind of dark that felt alive.
It clung to Jimin like damp cloth, swallowing the meager light from a half-dead streetlamp flickering at the far end. The only sound was the wind sighing through trash-strewn gutters and the faint drip of water from a leaking pipe above the dumpster he was crouched behind. His thin frame was folded in on itself...knees drawn up, chin resting on top, arms wrapped tight, as if he could make himself smaller, invisible.
Cold bit at his bare fingers until they felt more like glass than flesh. His breath came in sharp little puffs of steam that curled away into the dark. His stomach cramped, the ache so deep it was almost dizzying...two days now since he’d eaten anything more than a hard, stale roll scavenged from the shelter’s donation bin. His lips were cracked, and his throat burned with thirst.
It had been a long time since anyone looked at him with kindness. Longer still since he’d slept without fear.
Then...
Footsteps.
Slow. Steady. Heavy enough that the sound seemed to travel through the ground into his bones.
Jimin’s head snapped up, heart already pounding in his ears.
A man emerged from the shadows at the mouth of the alley. He didn’t look like someone from this part of the city...too well-fed, too neatly dressed. His black leather jacket caught the weak light, polished boots clicking softly against the pavement. There was a swagger in his step, the kind that said he’d never once been prey.
And his scent...
Jimin flinched as it hit him. Alpha. Potent, sharp, and edged with something oily, cloying, and wrong.
The man’s lips curled into a smile that was too practiced, too smooth. “Oh, hello,” he said in a voice that felt like velvet hiding a blade. “Wouod you by any chance be looking for a job?”
Jimin instinctively pressed himself deeper into the shadow behind the dumpster, trying to make himself disappear.
“Hey, relax.” The alpha crouched down until they were eye-level, his head tilted in a mockery of concern. “I’m not here to hurt you. My boss...he’s got a pup. Needs someone to take care of him. He’s looking for a live in omega babysitter. A nice one.”
The words sank into Jimin like baited hooks. A pup? A job? Food? Warmth? The image bloomed unbidden in his mind...him in a heated room with a blanket around his shoulders, a real meal in his hands. A place to belong, even temporarily.
“I… I don’t have experience with pups,” Jimin murmured, voice hoarse.
“That’s fine. You’re an omega, you’ll be perfect.” The alpha’s smile widened in a way that made Jimin’s skin prickle. “He’ll pay well. Feed you. Keep you safe. C’mon, you can’t stay out here.”
His legs trembled as he stood, but desperation and hunger was a powerful thing. He let the man lead him to the curb, where a sleek black car idled. The door was opened for him with a strange politeness, as if he were being honored.
He missed the way the alpha’s nostrils flared, the way his pupils narrowed in satisfaction at catching Jimin’s scent.
The city lights bled away as they drove, replaced by the sodium glow of industrial lamps and the low hum of the docks. The air smelled of salt, oil, and something metallic. When the car finally stopped, Jimin stared at the building before them...dark glass windows, tinted black, music thudding faintly from somewhere inside.
It didn’t look like a home.
Inside, the smell hit him like a physical blow. Heat. Rut. Slick. His stomach twisted with unease.
“This way,” the enforcer said, leading him down a narrow hallway that seemed to stretch too far. His knuckles rapped on a door before he opened it without waiting for a reply.
The alpha inside was tall, broad-shouldered, late 40's, dressed in a black suit that fit like it had been sewn directly onto him. His hair was sleek, his posture relaxed, but his eyes...dark and assessing...moved over Jimin with slow precision, as if cataloging every inch of him.
Then...
The scent.
Black licorice. Thick, bitter-sweet, and suffocating. Jimin’s nose wrinkled before he could stop himself. He hated that smell...always had. It was sharp and cloying all at once, and it made his skin crawl.
“You must be the omega,” the alpha said with a heavy Russian accent and a smile that showed too much teeth. “I’ve been needing someone to care for my pup. Live-in position. You’ll be well compensated.”
Jimin hesitated, but the ache in his belly was relentless. “…I’ll take the job.”
“Do you have any family? A mate who might object to you living with me?”
Jimin shook his head. “No. I’m alone. I don't have a family.”
“A shame,” the alpha murmured, stepping closer. “A beautiful omega like you… all alone.” He paused. “What about a boyfriend? Ever had a boyfriend?”
The questions where starting to irritate him...at that point he was tired of the questions and so hungry that he answered without thinking about what he was saying. “No… I’ve never even had sex much less a boyfri...”
“Ahh, a virgin, then.” The alpha’s voice dropped, low and almost reverent. His pupils dilated, his smile twisting into something darker. “Perfect.”
The change was instant...predator replacing politeness.
Before Jimin could step back, the alpha lunged, his grip like iron around clamping down on Jimin’s arms. “You’ll belong to me now. You’re mine.”
The room blurred as he was dragged into another chamber. The scent here was overwhelming...heat, slick, sweat. A heat room. A prostitution house for omegas.
“No...let me go!” Jimin shoved at the alpha’s chest.
The slap came fast, stinging so hard his vision went white at the edges. The punch to his ribs knocked the air from his lungs, pain radiating outward like fire.
Something in him broke.
His gaze caught on a heavy statue on the side table. He grabbed it and swung with everything he had.
The alpha staggered, then dropped. Blood trickled from the corner of his temple.
Jimin didn’t wait to see if he was unconscious. He threw open the window, ignoring the glass that bit into his palms, and hauled himself out.
He ran.
Down alleys, over fences, through streets so empty they felt abandoned. His shoes tore, his feet bled, but he didn’t stop until the world blurred and his body gave out. He collapsed behind another building, chest heaving, shaking so hard he thought his bones might rattle apart.
He had almost been captured and forced to work in an omega heat house. His desperation almost cost him his life.
Next time he'd be more careful.
He couldn't afford not to.
Jimin’s eyes flew open, his breath snagging in his throat. The room was dark, shadows pooling in every corner throughout the room, but the nightmare clung to him with cruel tenacity. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, each inhale feeling too shallow, as if the air itself had thickened. Sweat dampened his hairline, trickling down his temples, and his hands fisted into the blanket as though holding on for dear life.
That scent...black licorice...still lingered in his mind, bitter and cloying, coating his tongue like something rotten. He could almost taste it when he swallowed.
A knock cracked through the silence.
“Jimin?” Jungkook’s voice. Low, steady… but there was an edge to it tonight. Alert. Watching. "Are you okay? You smelled distressed as I was walking by."
Before Jimin could answer, the door opened. Jungkook stepped inside, and the change in his posture was instantaneous. His gaze swept the room in one calculated pass, checking for threats, before locking on Jimin.
Jimin knew he must have looked awful...wide-eyed, shaking, his scent muddled with fear.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened.
Two strides and he was there, sinking onto the bed without hesitation, his hands already on Jimin. He pulled him in, one arm banding tightly around his waist, the other cupping the back of his head. His body was solid heat, a shield, his heartbeat slow and steady against Jimin’s cheek.
“Shhh,” Jungkook murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Alpha’s here.."
The word alpha slipped from Jimin’s lips before he could think. “Alpha…Alpha” It was broken, shaky, but it felt safe. The syllables anchored him in the present.
Jungkook’s palm slid in long, grounding strokes down his back. “Tell me,” he urged gently. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Jimin’s throat worked, but for a moment no sound came. Then it broke free...a shaky exhale, followed by words, jagged and halting.
He told him.
The alley.
The cold.
The enforcer with the too-slick smile.
The false job offer.
The drive to that building that reeked of rut and heat.
And then… him.
The alpha in the tailored suit. The questions, the moment his inexperience slipped out, and how the man’s eyes had shifted...gone from amused to hungry. The grab, the slap, the blow to his ribs. The desperate swing of the statue. The fall. The escape through the window.
By the time he finished, his voice was barely above a whisper, but his body told the rest of the story. He was trembling so hard Jungkook could feel it.
“What was his name?” Jungkook growled, each word precise and sharp.
“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted. His breath hitched. “But…he had a heavy Russian accent...and his scent. I’ll never forget it. It was so repugnant. Black licorice.”
The change in Jungkook was immediate. His body went still in that dangerous way predators do before they strike. His arms tightened, not in comfort now, but in possession...holding Jimin as if daring the world to try and take him. His jaw clenched, and his scent shifted, sharp with fury and dominance.
He knew that scent.
He knew exactly who it belonged to.
Alistar Petrov.
Jimin’s voice cracked. “I didn’t… I couldn’t stop him at first. He was so strong...I...” His eyes squeezed shut, and the tears he’d been holding back finally broke free, hot and unrelenting. They streaked down his cheeks, his breathing stuttering into sobs. “I thought… he was going to…I thought I wouldn’t get away.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a sound that was part growl, part vow. He angled Jimin’s face up, his thumb brushing away the tears even as more spilled. “You did get away. He didn’t break you.” His tone was fierce, absolute. “And now he’s mine to deal with.”
Jimin shook his head weakly. “I don’t want you getting hurt...”
But Jungkook cut him off, his grip firm. “Listen to me, baby.” His voice dropped lower, almost a growl. “No one lays a hand on what’s mine. No one. I don’t care who he is, or what power he thinks he has. That alpha signed his death warrant the moment he touched you.”
The words should have been frightening, but they weren’t. They were steady. Certain. Protective in a way that settled something raw and frayed in Jimin’s chest.
Jimin pressed his face into Jungkook’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of sandalwood and spice. “Alpha…” he whispered again, softer this time.
Jungkook adjusted his hold, cradling him fully in his lap now, one hand splayed protectively over the small of his back, the other threading into his hair. “You’re safe,” he murmured, his voice turning gentle again...but the steel beneath it never faded. “I’ve got you. He’ll never get near you again. I swear it on my life.”
And for the first time since waking, Jimin felt his lungs loosen. The darkness of the nightmare still lingered, but wrapped in Jungkook’s arms...with that vow still hanging in the air...it no longer felt like it could swallow him whole.
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Jungkook stayed.
Even after Jimin’s trembling had eased and his breathing evened out, he stayed.
The omega lay curled beneath the covers now, head pillowed on his arm, puffy lips parted just slightly. His lashes cast shadows across his cheeks, and in the muted light of the room, his skin looked almost porcelain-soft...like the kind of thing meant to be treasured, not touched by the filth of the world.
Jungkook sat in the chair beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees, watching the steady rise and fall of Jimin’s chest.
He told himself he was only making sure he stayed calm. That the nightmare wouldn’t claw its way back in. That was all.
But that wasn’t all.
Something about him… Jungkook couldn’t look away. There was a quiet sort of beauty in the way Jimin slept...like a wild thing that had finally been coaxed into rest, but could bolt at the wrong sound. The omega’s lips were soft and pale pink, stuck in a perpetual pout, the faintest sheen of sweat still on his temple from before. A loose strand of black hair curled across his cheek, and Jungkook had the insane urge to brush it away just to see his whole face unobscured.
He was beautiful.
He leaned forward, close enough to hear the little hum of sound Jimin made on the exhale.
It tugged at something deep in his chest...not the sharp, immediate pull of desire, but something heavier. Something that felt suspiciously like...need.
Before he could overthink it, he bent down. The kiss he pressed to Jimin’s forehead was feather-light, a whisper of contact that lingered for just a beat longer than necessary. The omega stirred faintly but didn’t wake.
He stood, drawing in a slow breath to bank the tension coiling in him, and stepped out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
He’d barely made it halfway down the hall when his phone buzzed.
Yoongi.
Jungkook answered immediately. “Yeah.”
“He got it,” Yoongi’s voice came, dry and unhurried...but beneath that, there was satisfaction. “Our package was delivered an hour ago. Right to his front step. And Taehyung lit that heat house up like it was the fourth of fucking July. It was poetic really." The alpha chuckled darkly.
Jungkook didn’t need him to specify which package. The bloody ‘gift’ they’d arranged for Alistar...a very clear warning that his last stunt wouldn’t be forgiven.
Yoongi continued, “Our informant says Petrov opened the door himself. Saw it. Saw the body. And here’s the fun part...within fifteen minutes, he was packing.”
Jungkook’s brows drew together. “Packing?”
“Mm. Took off. Disappeared. But before he left, he had…a moment.” Yoongi’s tone shifted slightly, more pointed now. “Kept muttering about how his omega got away. How he needs him back. How he won’t stop until he does.”
The words landed like cold iron in Jungkook’s gut.
Not just an omega.
His omega.
The alpha inside him roared at the claim, a vicious, possessive snarl he could almost hear in his head. His hand tightened on the phone, knuckles whitening.
“Yoongi,” Jungkook said slowly, his voice dropping into something that wasn’t entirely human. “It’s Jimin.”
There was a pause on the other end. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” Jungkook bit out. “He told me tonight about an alpha who tried to take him. Who hurt him. Heavy Russian accent. Scent like black licorice. It’s him. Petrov.”
He didn’t tell Yoongi about the way Jimin’s voice had broken when he’d said it. Or the way his whole body had gone small and defensive. He didn’t need to. The image was already carved into his mind, and it wasn’t going anywhere.
Yoongi swore under his breath.
“I want security doubled around him at all times,” Jungkook said, the words coming out like commands, sharp and final. “Nobody gets near him without my say-so. I want eyes on every exit, every hallway. If Petrov so much as takes a shit in this city, I want to know.”
“You think he’s stupid enough to come here?” Yoongi asked.
“I think he’s desperate enough.” Jungkook’s jaw flexed. “And if he does…he won’t leave breathing.”
The truth was, the thought of another alpha even thinking about putting hands on Jimin made something in him dangerously unstable. Jungkook had always been a man who could control himself in the heat of business, who could think ten steps ahead...but when it came to Jimin, there was nothing strategic or logic about the way he felt. It was primal. Bone-deep.
On the other end of the line, Yoongi’s voice was steady again. “Consider it done.”
Jungkook ended the call, sliding the phone into his pocket with deliberate calm.
But calm was the last thing he felt.
Beneath the veneer, his blood was a steady drumbeat of one promise:
Alistar Petrov would never get close to what was his.
Jungkook ended the call with a curt goodbye, the cold fury from Yoongi’s words still simmering just beneath his skin. He turned sharply, and moved with purposeful strides down the hall back toward Jimin’s room. His mind raced with threats and possibilities, but right now there was only one priority...his omega’s safety.
Pushing open the door, Jungkook stepped inside and immediately felt the soft rhythm of Jimin’s breathing. His tiny omega lay curled under the blankets where he'd left him, breath warm and steady, a soft puff of it escaping every few seconds, lashes fanned across pale cheeks. It should have been enough to soothe him. It wasn’t. His instincts didn’t understand stillness; they demanded action.
Jungkook began at the bedroom door. The heavy oak slab already had a custom deadbolt...his deadbolt, drilled in himself the very first week he took the mansion...but tonight, it wasn’t enough. He slid it into place with a quiet click, then tested it again, putting his full weight into the handle. No give. Still, he locked the lower latch, then the secondary chain, then slid the small steel bar into the hinge plate...one of his own designs, meant to keep a door from opening even if the hinges were removed.
From there, he moved to the balcony doors. Tall, elegant panes of glass framed in polished wood...an aesthetic choice Jungkook had hated from the beginning. Too many points of entry. Too much visibility. He ran his fingers along the latch, then the secondary slide lock, then drew out the discreet reinforced steel rod from the sideboard and set it into place, so the glass couldn’t be forced open more than a few inches.
The windows next. He checked every latch, twisting and tugging with silent precision. He imagined, unbidden, someone climbing the outer wall, cutting through the night with malicious intent. His grip on the frame tightened until his knuckles blanched. Not here. Not to him. Not to his.
When he was satisfied the room was as close to a fortress as it could be, Jungkook crossed to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and retrieved the handgun he kept hid. The weight was familiar, grounding. A matte-black sidearm, magazine full, safety off. He checked the chamber anyway, the metallic click echoing too loud in the hush of the room.
He settled into the armchair nearest the bed, one leg stretched out, the other bent so his elbow could rest on his knee. The gun sat in his lap, his hand loose but ready. From here, he could see every entry point, every shadow. His gaze never left Jimin for long...watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers twitched faintly in dreams.
Hours passed like that. The house was silent, but Jungkook’s senses stayed sharp, his mind cycling through every possible threat. He thought about the Alistar Petrov, about nameless predators who wouldn’t hesitate to take a beautiful omega like Jimin if given half a chance. He thought about the bruises he’d once seen on him, about the haunted edges in his eyes when certain topics brushed too close.
It made his jaw lock. It made his blood run hot. And under all that heat was something deeper...an ache that was almost painful. Because Jimin wasn’t just some omega in his care. He was the one. The only one Jungkook would ever choose. And the thought of someone taking him…even breathing the same air as him without permission...
Jungkook’s fingers curled tighter around the grip of the gun.
Sometime in the small hours, Jimin shifted, sighing softly, his face turning toward Jungkook even in sleep. That was when it hit him again...how fragile this all could be if he wasn’t vigilant. He promised himself right then that no harm would come near this bed, this room, his omega. Not while Jungkook was still breathing.
And so he sat there until dawn, not closing his eyes once, every muscle coiled and ready. He was the wall between Jimin and the world, and he would hold that line until the end.
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Before his eyes even fluttered open, Jimin was aware of something...an invisible thread weaving through the room, wrapping around him in a warm, steady embrace. It was a scent, faint but unmistakable, curling in the air like a soft whisper.
Sandalwood and spice.
Deep, smoky sandalwood laced with a sharp bite of something warm and exotic.
Jungkook.
Alpha was here. Watching. Protecting.
The scent settled into Jimin’s skin, soothing and thrilling all at once, pulling him slowly from the depths of sleep.
His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, a fluttering heartbeat beneath the calm.
Eyes still closed, Jimin pressed his cheek into the soft pillow, a shy smile ghosting his lips at the silent promise carried on the scent...that here, in this room, he was safe.
His eyes fluttered open and his gaze drifted around the dim room...and there, across from him, sitting in the chair Jungkook had claimed the night before, was the alpha. Watching him. Silent. Still. Unblinking. Holding a handgun.
Jimin’s heart stuttered...part surprise, part bashful warmth flooding his cheeks. Of course Jungkook had stayed awake, kept watch. His protective instincts never paused, even in sleep’s shadow.
A shy smile curled at Jimin’s lips as a quiet thought curled inside him like a secret bloom. His omega inside him prancing around as if saying...
See? Alpha is a protector. Alpha provides. Alpha watches over us.
The sensation settled deep in his belly...the way his alpha’s vigilant gaze made him feel safer than he had in years, like he wasn’t just a fragile thing to be discarded but something fiercely valued, something sacred.
Jungkook’s sharp eyes caught the flutter of lashes, the soft curve of a shy smile, and the subtle flush coloring Jimin’s pale skin. The alpha’s chest rose with a low, guttural breath...half possessive growl, half reverent awe.
He wasn’t just watching. He was marking. Claiming.
Jimin’s scent had shifted overnight, stronger now...richer, laced with the unmistakable sharp sweetness of an omega’s heat coming near.
Jungkook’s nostrils flared involuntarily, catching the musk that curled thick and delicious in the quiet morning air.
The heat made his pulse spike, muscles tense. His mind screamed, primal and unyielding...mine.
He sat the handgun on the side table and with deliberate slowness, Jungkook rose, closing the distance between them in a few powerful strides. He settled on the edge of the bed, any threats forgotten for the moment, replaced by the hunger burning behind his eyes.
Jimin’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s hand ghosted over the bare skin of his arm, sending tiny sparks of heat trailing in its wake. The alpha’s fingers curled possessively, pulling Jimin closer until their bodies brushed.
Their eyes locked...Jimin’s wide and shimmering, Jungkook’s dark and smoldering.
And then Jungkook’s lips crashed down, fierce and demanding, claiming. Tongue slipping between Jimin’s parted lips with a slow, teasing hunger, exploring, tasting, staking claim.
Jimin trembled, slick pooling wet and warm between his thighs, betraying his nerves. The scent of his arousal hit Jungkook full force...thick, intoxicating, driving the alpha feral.
His hands gripped Jimin’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer, body flush against body, heat mingling heat.
Jimin’s fingers curled into Jungkook’s hair, tugging gently, lost in the need curling tight in his chest.
Teeth grazed lips, eliciting soft, needy whimpers, and Jungkook growled low in his throat, deep and possessive.
The kiss stretched long and slow...intense but careful...an exploration and a promise all at once.
Jimin’s breath hitched as his body shuddered beneath Jungkook’s touch, slick leaking freely now, evidence of the fire blooming inside him.
And yet, there was no rush. No pressure.
Jungkook pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Jimin’s, voice low and warm.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion and desire.
Jimin swallowed hard, eyes wide and vulnerable.
“I know,” he whispered.
A faint, almost shy smile touched Jungkook’s lips before they kissed again, slow and tender.
Inside, Jungkook’s mind spun around one overwhelming, precious truth.
My omega is a virgin.
The rawness of that, the fragile gift and beauty of it, made his possessiveness deepen, his protectiveness sharpen.
He vowed silently...no one would take this from him. No one would ever hurt his omega again.
They’d explore this new territory together, slowly, carefully, with all the fierce love and respect Jungkook’s alpha heart could give.
For now, they had each other...and that was everything.
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The soft morning light spilled over the mountain skyline, painting everything in hues of gold and amber. Outside, a gentle breeze stirred the leaves of the tall trees lining the estate. Jungkook and Jimin sat together at a small, elegant table on the balcony overlooking the sprawling grounds. The cool morning air mixed with the comforting warmth of the sun, creating a peaceful cocoon around them.
Jungkook had called ahead, and now a young housemaid carried a tray laden with steaming plates of eggs cooked just right, crisp bacon, fresh fruit glistening like jewels, warm bread wrapped in linen, and a pot of fragrant tea. The aroma mingled with the fresh air, making Jimin’s stomach rumble softly in anticipation.
Jimin’s eyes widened at the spread, and though a shyness still lingered in his cheeks, he reached out with trembling fingers to taste the food. Each bite was slow, deliberate, like tasting something precious after a long drought. Jungkook watched quietly, pride swelling in his chest, his gaze softening as he listened to the quiet sounds of Jimin’s hunger finally being sated.
“You’re eating well,” Jungkook rumbled low. “Good. You need your strength.”
Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting Jungkook’s fierce, steady gaze. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a meal like this,” he murmured, voice small but grateful. “Thank you.”
Jungkook reached across the table, his fingers brushing gently over Jimin’s hand resting near his plate. “I promise you...never again will you want for anything. Not while I’m here.”
The moment stretched, wrapped in the soft sounds of the morning...the faint chirping of birds, the distant hum of the gardener with the leaf blower below, the gentle clink of cutlery. Yet beneath it all, the unspoken weight of Jungkook’s promise hung heavy in the air.
When the last bite was eaten, Jungkook’s tone shifted, taking on the sharp edge of duty. “I’m adding extra security for you. Two alpha bodyguards will be assigned to follow you everywhere. It’s only for your protection. Nothing to worry about.”
Jimin blinked, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Bodyguards? Is that really nec...?”
“Yes.” Jungkook’s voice was firm, possessiveness threading through every word. “They’ll watch your back. Keep you safe.”
Just then, a knock sounded at the balcony door.
Hoseok stepped outside on to the balcony, a warm smile lighting his face as his eyes settled on Jimin. “I thought you could use a little break. How about we go shopping? Some new clothes and things.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed deeper, a shy hesitation tightening his throat. “That’s very kind of you, but I..I don’t have any money...”
Before he could finish, Jungkook smoothly produced a sleek black card and slid it across the table with quiet authority. “What's mine is now yours. Buy whatever your heart desires. I’ll provide you with everything you need.”
Jimin opened his mouth to protest, but Jungkook’s hand rose, cupping his cheek tenderly. The kiss that followed was slow and deep, possessive and reverent. Tongue tracing gentle patterns, teeth grazing softly on his bottom lip...each movement dissolving Jimin’s protests into breathless whimpers.
Hoseok chuckled softly to the side, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched.
When Jungkook pulled back, his gaze hardened with command as he addressed Hoseok. “Two alpha bodyguards will follow you and Jimin everywhere. He’s never to be out of their sight. You’re responsible for him while you’re out. Call me immediately if there’s any trouble."
Hoseok nodded with a serious grin. “Got it. He’s in good hands.”
The alpha’s eyes darkened as he locked onto Jimin with an intensity that made the room feel smaller, charged with possessive fire. His voice dropped to a low, fierce growl. “Before you leave…go see Jin and get a scent patch.”
He paced slowly, each word deliberate, like a promise and a warning all at once. “No one gets to smell your sweet heat but me.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His gaze dropped to the floor, overwhelmed by the weight of the alpha’s claim. “Yes, alpha.”
The words felt both heavy and strangely comforting...an unspoken vow that even in the chaos, someone was fiercely watching over him.
Hoseok then handed Jimin a bundle of fresh clothes and shoes. “Go get dressed. We’ve got some serious shopping ahead.”
Jimin’s heart hammered fiercely as he looked from Hoseok to Jungkook, feeling the heavy weight of their protection settle around him like armor. Slowly, clutching the clothes like a lifeline, he stood.
Just as he moved toward the door, Jungkook’s voice stopped him, low and thick with possessive certainty.
“Remember...you’re mine. And I’ll never let you go.”
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Alistar lounged behind his polished mahogany desk, the dim glow of the room casting sharp shadows over his cold, cruel features. The stale scent of cigarette smoke mixed with the heavy musk of his cologne, but beneath it all was a darker, more pungent odor...his obsession, a burning ache that gnawed at his gut. On his knees before him, the other male omega’s lips and tongue moved hesitantly over his already throbbing cock, trying desperately to coax the release Alistar demanded.The slick warmth wasn’t enough...his mind wasn’t there. His thoughts were consumed by the omega he truly craved, the one who haunted every waking second.
But even as the other omega’s warm mouth worked on him, Alistar’s mind was elsewhere...locked on the beautiful, delicate omega he’d seen outside the homeless shelter weeks ago. That omega...the one who’d ignited a fire inside him no other could reach. He was the most beautiful omega he's ever seen. He'd been following him ever since.
He could still see him clearly: the way the fragile figure had stumbled out into the harsh city night, the scent so pure and raw it had branded itself on Alistar’s senses like a curse. He didn’t know his name, but the omega had become an obsession...every thought, every breath consumed by the desperate need to possess him.
The other omega’s mouth worked mechanically, too slow, too careful, and entirely lacking the hungry desperation Alistar needed. The soft whimpers and shaky breaths did nothing to spark the fire that only one scent...lemons and honey, could kindle inside him. His fingers clenched harshly in the dark hair at the nape of the omega’s neck, pulling roughly to demand more urgency, but it wasn’t enough.
“You’re not him,” Alistar growled, voice dripping with venom and frustration.
The omega whimpered, lips trembling against him, but Alistar’s eyes were dark, burning with a need that no substitute could satisfy. His body throbbed, aching for the omega he’d seen once...fragile, pale, trembling. The one who belonged to another.
With sudden cruelty, he shoved the omega roughly away. The man stumbled back, startled, fear flashing in wide eyes.
“You’re not fucking doing it right,” Alistar hissed, disgust thick in his voice. “You don’t know how to suck cock you worthless whore. You don’t know anything about what I want.”
The omega whimpered again, voice barely a broken plea, but it only fanned Alistar’s fury. His nostrils flared as a dark, violent rage took hold.
Without hesitation, Alistar pulled a gleaming gun from the drawer of the desk. The omega’s eyes widened in terrified shock. Before he could scream, the shot rang out...sharp, brutal, merciless...right between the man’s eyes.
The body went limp, collapsing with a hollow, sickening thud onto the cold floor. Alistar stared down at the lifeless form with pure disdain.
“Pathetic,” he spat, voice low and bitter as he tucked his still hard cock back inside his pants.
The silence that followed was ripped apart by the shrill buzz of his phone. He snatched it up with a growl.
“Sir,” came the urgent voice on the other end. “We have news. We've found the omega.”
Alistar’s pulse spiked, eyes narrowing into slits. “Speak.”
“We have a man inside Jeon's estate. He confirmed the omega is there....but sir, Jeon’s claimed him as his own.”
The words slammed into Alistar like a hammer. His breath caught in his throat, rage igniting into a blazing inferno that threatened to consume every inch of his being.
“Jeon,” he snarled through clenched teeth. “That son of a bitch.”
His alpha nature erupted. His fist slammed down onto the desk, splintering the polished wood. Papers scattered like startled birds, glass shattered as he swept his arm across the surface. The room seemed to vibrate with his fury as he overturned chairs and sent a lamp crashing to the floor.
“I’ve tried to put that bastard in the ground twice now,” Alistar growled into the phone, pacing like a caged predator. “And somehow, he always crawls out of the fire breathing. A car rigged to blow...a bullet to the heart....and he still won’t die.” His lip curled, a flash of sharp teeth. “He’s like a cockroach that refuses to be crushed.”
He stopped suddenly, his gaze narrowing with a darker fire. “No matter the cost,” he roared into the phone, voice raw and frenzied, “you will bring that omega back to me. He’s mine. Only mine.” He raked his hand through his hair. “Have our insider keep tabs on him. Every move. Every breath. When the timing is right...when Jeon is vulnerable...you bring him to me. I’ll take the omega…and then I’ll make Jeon watch him break. I'll make him watch as his omega calls another man, Alpha as he hangs from my knot.”
He looked at the floor with a vicious sneer. “And haul this worthless slut’s body out of my office. I want nothing to do with this disgrace.”, he snarls into the receiver.
"Yes sir." His men scrambled to obey, while Alistar paced restlessly, every breath thick with obsession and venomous determination.
The war for the omega was far from over. And Alistar would stop at nothing to claim what he believed was his.
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The afternoon sun draped the busy streets in a golden haze, casting long shadows as Jimin and Hoseok navigated through the crowded sidewalks. Their arms were heavy with bags bursting with fresh fabrics...soft cottons, silks, and knits...each piece a small promise of change. Hoseok’s easy laughter rippled beside him, a comforting sound that made Jimin’s cheeks flush with warmth and nervous excitement. It had been years...years since he had felt this light, this unburdened by fear or shame.
Behind them, two tall, broad-shouldered alphas moved with quiet purpose, their sharp gazes flicking constantly over their surroundings. The one with the buzz cut...the man’s posture was impeccable, but there was something cold, calculating in the way his eyes lingered on Jimin, noting every small expression, every twitch of the omega’s delicate features. His presence was polite but distant, a shadow tethered to them by duty...or something darker.
Inside the boutique, the world softened into a cocoon of pastel hues and delicate fabrics. Hoseok picked up a blush-pink camisole, its silk shimmering under the gentle lights. “Look at this one,” he said with a teasing grin. “Imagine you wearing this for your alpha. He’d be pleased, wouldn’t he?”
Jimin’s eyes widened, heat creeping up his neck as his fingers brushed against the cool fabric. “I don’t know if I should…” he started, voice hesitant, eyes darting around as if the walls themselves might judge him.
Hoseok laughed softly, stepping closer. “Hey, you deserve this. More than anyone. How about five sets? Enough to make you feel beautiful every day.”
Five? Jimin’s breath caught. “Five?” he echoed, biting his lip. “Isn’t that too much?”
“Not at all,” Hoseok said, eyes sparkling with encouragement. “You’ve been through hell, Jimin. Now it’s time to treat yourself. Every piece is a little step toward owning your happiness.”
Reluctantly, Jimin nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Hoseok’s warm hand rested reassuringly on his shoulder. “Trust me. The alpha will be proud.”
The bodyguard’s eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the room as Hoseok held up a midnight black lace bralette next. He noticed Jimin’s fingers tremble, saw the omega’s guarded smile...then something colder settled into his gaze, a silent warning buried beneath his polished exterior.
Moving on, Hoseok led Jimin toward a different part of the store, where soft blankets and plush pillows were displayed with gentle care. Scented candles flickered softly on low shelves, filling the air with lavender and vanilla.
Jimin’s voice cracked as he picked up a pale pink throw pillow, fingers tracing the delicate embroidery. “It’s been… years since I’ve had a place to call home. A place I could feel safe enough to…to make a nest.”
Hoseok’s smile softened, eyes shining with genuine warmth. “You deserve that. A space that’s yours, where you can breathe and just be.”
He carefully wrapped the pillow in tissue paper and handed it to Jimin. “Think of this as your sanctuary. Every stitch, every candle is a piece of peace you’re building for yourself.”
Jimin’s eyes shimmered, a tear threatening to spill. He blinked it back, but Hoseok gently squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”
Behind them, the sharp-eyed bodyguard’s fingers twitched near the concealed holster at his side. His gaze was too focused, scanning the surroundings with an intensity that made Jimin’s skin crawl. There was something about the way he watched them...too calculating, too deliberate.
Jimin glanced at Hoseok, lowering his voice. “Hey…do you notice anything off about that guy? The bodyguard?”
Hoseok followed his gaze, then shook his head with a reassuring smile. “Nah, it’s fine. Jungkook only hires the most loyal, and they’re trained to be sharp. You’re safe.”
Jimin swallowed, nodding slowly. “Yeah…you’re probably right. I guess I’m just being paranoid.”
Hoseok gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “A little paranoia isn’t bad...it keeps you alert. But trust me, you’re in good hands.”
With that, they turned back toward the car, bags heavy with new clothes and nesting supplies...a tangible start to Jimin’s fresh life. His heart felt lighter than it had in years, even as the faint edge of unease lingered, a quiet reminder that some battles were still ahead..
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Alistar stood rigid by the towering window, the city lights flickering to life beneath him. His voice was cold and sharp when he picked up the phone. “Report.”
The familiar voice on the line was steady but urgent. “Sir, our informant just called. The omega is with Min's omega shopping right now. They’ve left the boutique and are heading back to the mansion. The bodyguard Jeon assigned to him is our informant, sir."
A slow, dangerous smile crept over Alistar’s face. “Perfect. Keep close...it’s working.”
His voice dipped low, venomous. “When the time comes, bring the omega to me. No mistakes. That omega is mine, and I will have him.”
The man's voice replied without hesitation, “Understood, sir. I’m ready.”
Alistar’s eyes gleamed with obsession. “See that you are.”
Chapter 6
Summary:
Jimin's heat has arrived. Will he spend it with the alpha or will he choose sedation?
Notes:
Alright guys...his heat has finally arrived. Please read the tags!
Let me know when y'all think. Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The quiet scratch of pen on paper was the only sound in Jungkook’s office. Stacks of contracts and reports lay neatly arranged, each one a piece of the empire he commanded. He was halfway through signing another ledger when his phone buzzed.
He answered without looking at the ID.
“Boss,” came the low voice of one of his personal bodyguards. “Your omega just returned from shopping. He’s heading to his room with Consigliere Jung, carrying several bags.”
Jungkook’s pen stilled. “My omega,” he repeated, the words low and warm like a predator tasting a promise. A faint smile curved his lips. “Good.”
He didn’t even bother finishing the paperwork. Sliding on his jacket, he strode out of the office, his steps long and unhurried...but there was no mistaking the heat coiling in his gut, the thrum in his chest that quickened with every hallway he passed.
The door to his quarters was ajar. Voices carried through the crack.
“…then next time we’ll go to that café I told you about,” Hoseok was saying, his arms looped comfortably around Jimin. The omega was smiling, soft and warm, his cheeks tinged with color.
“I’d like that,” Jimin murmured.
Jungkook stepped inside just as Hoseok pulled back from the hug. Hoseok’s eyes flicked toward him, knowing and amused. “I should get back. My alpha is probably throwing a tantrum because he hasn't smelled me for a few hours.”
With a light pat to Jimin’s arm, Hoseok slipped past Jungkook and out the door, leaving the room suddenly, deliciously quiet.
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Jimin. The omega was still holding his shopping bags, looking shy under the weight of his attention.
Without a word, Jungkook closed the distance, his hand coming up to cup Jimin’s jaw. His thumb brushed over the edge of the scent patch on his neck. Slowly, deliberately, he peeled it away.
Warm, intoxicating scent flooded the air...sweet, rich, threaded with the unmistakable pull of an approaching heat.
Jungkook’s pupils blew wide. A deep, feral growl rolled from his chest as he bent his head, burying his nose against the bared skin. He inhaled like a starving man, one arm sliding around Jimin’s waist to hold him in place. His own scent poured out in return, heavier, thicker, claiming every inch of the omegs.
Jimin whimpered, knees softening, his fingers clutching at Jungkook’s shoulders. The alpha’s growls vibrated against his skin as Jungkook nuzzled and rubbed along his throat, his jaw, the delicate curve behind his ear until the omega was flushed and trembling.
When Jungkook finally pulled back, his voice was low and rough.
“Try on your new clothes.” His dark eyes raked over Jimin’s flushed face. “I want to see how pretty you look…for me.”
Jimin’s blush deepened, but he nodded, slipping away to the adjoining dressing room.
One by one, he stepped out to model each outfit while Jungkook sat in the bedside chair like a king surveying treasure.
First, a short lavender dress with spaghetti straps and a ribbon waist, the skirt swaying above his knees. Jimin blushed and looked down. "I like dressing pretty...in dresses...soft things." He whispered shyly.
Jungkook’s lips parted, a deep rumble vibrating low in his throat. "Fuck, baby. You are beautiful. Keep going,” he urged, voice thick with approval and something darker, more primal.
Then, a knee length pleated cream skirt paired with a soft pink cardigan that made him look like spring itself.
Black slacks with a silky white blouse, the fabric flowing over his frame like water.
Light-wash jeans hugging his hips, with a pink cropped knitted sweater that bared a strip of pale skin whenever he moved.
A high-waisted plaid skirt with a fitted turtleneck, playful yet demure.
Jimin could feel the alpha’s growing arousal, like a tangible heat filling the space between them. It made his own body flush hotter, slick warmth pooling low between his thighs in response.
Every time, Jungkook’s gaze swept slowly from head to toe, lingering on the delicate curve of Jimin’s waist, the faint sway of his walk, the softness in his eyes. His approving hums were quiet but heavy with meaning.
Finally, Jimin reached for his last bag...and froze. His fingers twisted in the handles.
“What’s in that one?” Jungkook asked, voice deep with curiosity.
Jimin hesitated. “…Lingerie.” The word was barely a whisper.
A guttural growl rumbled deep from Jungkook’s chest, and the scent of the alpha’s desire wrapped tightly around Jimin like a velvet rope, making his pulse flutter wildly.
Jimin’s slick leaked, warm and sticky between his cheeks, betraying his arousal. Jungkook’s nostrils flared at the scent, and the dark heat in his eyes sharpened.
“Show me,” Jungkook commanded, voice dripping with raw need.
Cheeks burning, Jimin laid each set out on the bed: lace and satin in shades of pale blush, deep wine, icy blue, midnight black, and ivory cream. Jungkook’s hand hovered over them before selecting one...a three-piece black set, sheer slip and matching barely-there thong, delicate straps meant to frame skin like art.
“One day soon,” Jungkook said, his tone rough with promise, “you’ll wear this one for me.”
Jimin whimpered softly, breath hitching as Jungkook closed the distance, lips crashing onto his in a fierce, claiming kiss. Their mouths parted and merged in desperate hunger...tongues tangling, teeth nibbling, tongues teasing in a rhythm both savage and tender. The taste of Jungkook, sharp and intoxicating, overwhelmed Jimin’s senses, making his knees weak.
Jimin’s hands clutched Jungkook’s broad shoulders, nails digging into taut muscle as the alpha’s hands roamed with possessive hunger...tracing the planes of Jimin’s back, slipping beneath his shirt to burn hot palms over his bare skin. Jungkook’s touch was demanding yet gentle, marking him silently as his own.
Their bodies pressed tighter, heat pooling and radiating between them until Jimin’s back hit the cool wall, his breath caught in a ragged gasp. Jungkook’s body pressed into his, thick and hard, every inch claiming. The scent of Jungkook...sharp, musky, utterly his...swirled around Jimin, intoxicating and overwhelming.
Slow, deliberate fingers found the hem of Jimin’s pleated skirt, slowly raising it up with torturous care. Jungkook’s hand slipped inside his lace panties, sliding beneath the material to cup and squeeze the soft globes of his ass cheeks, pulling them apart as thick globs of slick gushed from his hole like a river. His fingers were thick and sure, immediately finding Jimin’s drenched entrance, gliding over the swollen, sensitive flesh slick with desire.
A finger traced slowly over the puckered rim, teasing, swirling just the tip as Jungkook whispered, voice thick with need, “One finger for now. Don’t want to hurt my virgin.” The tip of his finger slid inside, slow and careful, stretching the tight, tender heat.
Jimin’s head fell back, eyes rolling shut as the delicious burn and stretch bloomed into sharp pleasure. His hands gripped Jungkook’s arms, fingers clutching the strong muscle beneath as a soft, needy whimper escaped him. Every motion was a mix of sweet torture and exquisite relief...stroking, coaxing, teasing until his body trembled.
Jungkook’s lips trailed down Jimin's neck, teeth nipping and sucking gently at the sensitive skin, until his mouth found Jimin’s mating gland...wet, swollen, begging for attention. His tongue flicked expertly, circling the sensitive bud with maddening precision.
The tension inside Jimin coiled tighter and tighter, a fierce ache building until it broke in a shuddering, breathless release. A sharp, ragged gasp tore from his throat as warm slick spilled over Jungkook’s finger, dripping down his hand as Jimin's little cock shot cum into the underwear in the front.
His legs wobbled beneath him, heart pounding hard, chest heaving in rhythm with Jungkook’s possessive grip. The alpha’s breath was hot against his ear, low and rough as he murmured, “Let me make you feel good again.”
Jimin whimpered with sensitivity, his breath shallow and ragged as Jungkook’s finger slid deeper inside him again, stretching the tight, slick heat with slow, deliberate strokes. The wet warmth clung to the alpha’s finger, slick wet proof of Jimin’s earlier release. Jungkook’s other hand came up, cupping Jimin’s cheek, thumb brushing over the soft skin as he leaned in, teeth grazing the shell of Jimin’s ear, sending a fresh wave of shivers down the omega’s spine.
“Shh,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and thick with desire. “Let me take care of you.”
Jimin’s legs trembled with sensitivity as Jungkook’s finger pumped inside him, curling just so to hit all the right spots, each stroke pulling a deeper moan from Jimin’s throat. The alpha’s mouth moved down his neck, teeth sinking gently into the tender flesh, sucking bruises into the soft skin while his finger worked tirelessly, coaxing Jimin open with every slick, agonizing slide.
The heat pooled deep inside Jimin, a fierce, aching pressure building again that threatened to shatter him wide open. Jungkook’s mouth closed over the mating gland, tongue swirling with expert skill around the swollen nub, sucking and flicking, driving Jimin wild with pleasure and need.
Jimin’s hands grasped desperately at Jungkook’s broad shoulders, nails digging in as his hips jerked uncontrollably, chasing release. The alpha’s finger moved faster, harder, never losing the gentle care beneath the hunger, teasing open every tight, precious inch.
Then Jungkook added a second finger, slow and careful, sliding past the threshold, stretching Jimin further. The omega gasped, body arching, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through him that blurred every thought but the raw, burning sensation.
Jungkook’s free hand traveled down, fingers spreading over Jimin’s stomach down to his small lace covered cock, hard and straining against his underwear. He stroked him through the fabric, slick cum and precum soaking the material, matching the wet heat inside Jimin perfectly. The combination of penetration and the teasing strokes outside made Jimin’s body tremble violently, muscles clenching tight.
“Look at you,” Jungkook growled against his skin, voice rough with need. “So ready for me. For this.”
With a swift motion, Jungkook tugged Jimin’s panties down just enough to expose his leaking cock. The alpha’s mouth descended hungrily, tongue lapping up the cum and precome, teeth nipping the sensitive tip, swirling around the swollen crown.
Jimin’s breath hitched, fingers threading tangled in Jungkook’s hair as he moaned, the sound raw and desperate. Jungkook’s hand pumped at the base, slow and steady, while his mouth worshiped the head with slick, wet strokes...his fingers continuing to pump inside his wet hole.
Every movement was a promise...of ownership, protection, and an unyielding hunger that burned hotter than fire.
Jimin’s body coiled tighter, the pleasure building unbearably until with a shuddering cry, he spilled over Jungkook’s hand and in his mouth, every inch of him trembling beneath the fierce, possessive love of his alpha.
Jungkook captured his release, sucking him deep, tasting him fully before pulling back to meet Jimin’s dazed, flushed gaze.
“Mine,” Jungkook whispered fiercely, lips brushing Jimin’s, “Always mine.”
Jimin’s whole body was trembling, his chest heaving as he sagged against the wall. His legs were shaking, and slick clung to the alpha’s lips, chin, and fingers...a mess that Jungkook didn’t bother to wipe away.
The alpha stayed kneeling for a beat, staring up at him with a hunger so sharp Jimin thought it might swallow him whole. Jungkook’s tongue slid out to lazily lick the taste from his mouth, a low, satisfied growl rumbling from his chest. “You taste better than I imagined,” he murmured, almost reverent.
Jimin whimpered, heat coiling tighter inside him despite just having come. He tried to close his thighs, but Jungkook’s hands gripped them open, fingers digging in just enough to make him gasp.
“Not yet, pretty thing,” Jungkook said, pushing up to his full height. He loomed over Jimin, hands braced on either side of his head, his scent flooding the air in thick, intoxicating waves. “If I close my eyes right now, I can still feel your little hole squeezing around my finger… so tight and small. My cock would tear you apart.”
Jimin made a broken sound, his cheeks burning, but the words went straight to his core.
Jungkook’s palm cupped his jaw, tilting his face up. His thumb brushed across Jimin’s kiss-swollen lips. “One day soon, I’m going to fuck you open so slowly you’ll forget your own name. But tonight…” His mouth descended, crushing against Jimin’s in a deep, slick kiss, teeth catching his bottom lip before pulling away just enough to speak. “…tonight I just want to make sure you remember who you belong to.”
Before Jimin could reply, Jungkook’s hand slid back down, pressing over the front of his skirt. He squeezed, finding Jimin already hard again, and chuckled darkly. “Sensitive little thing.”
The alpha rubbed him through the fabric, not fast enough to push him over the edge, just enough to make him whimper and squirm. His other hand gripped Jimin’s ass possessively, fingertips pressing against his still-tingling entrance. “You’re dripping for me still, omega. So fucking wet.”
Jimin could feel slick starting to soak through his underwear again, his whole body betraying him.
Jungkook gave one last squeeze to his hips, pulling his hands away with a smirk that promised this wasn’t over. “Go clean up before I change my mind,” His voice was low and rough, as if he was already fighting the urge to drag Jimin to the bed."Then come eat with me."
Jimin nodded shakily, but his legs barely obeyed him...every step toward the bathroom feeling like he was walking away from a cliff he desperately wanted to jump from.
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The click of the bathroom door shutting felt like a lock turning on something feral inside Jungkook.
After cleaning himself up, he dropped into the chair by the wall, elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed on that closed door like it might open and give him another glimpse of flushed skin and trembling thighs.
The sound of running water started a moment later...a low hiss that mixed with the faint echo of Jimin’s soft movements. Jungkook’s head tipped back against the chair, and he closed his eyes, letting his heightened senses pull the omega into sharper focus.
Even through the door and the steam, he could smell him.
That maddeningly sweet heat scent that clung to his tongue and filled his lungs.
His mind replayed the moment he’d peeled off the scent patch...how the first breath had nearly made him dizzy. He could still feel the velvet-tight squeeze of Jimin’s slick little hole around his finger, the way the omega’s body had trembled, desperate and shy all at once.
A soft thud came from the bathroom...maybe Jimin dropping his shampoo bottle...and Jungkook’s mouth twitched into a slow, wolfish smirk.
He imagined him in there, skin pink from the heat of the water, washing away the mess they’d made… fingertips brushing over sensitive skin and remembering exactly where the alpha’s mouth had been.
His cock throbbed, hard and heavy in his slacks.
Jungkook let his hand drift down, palming himself lazily while listening to every faint sound...the shift of feet, the rustle of the shower curtain, the small sighs Jimin probably thought he couldn’t hear.
“You’re mine, omega,” he murmured under his breath, voice rough. “No one gets to have you like this but me. No one even gets to dream about it.”
When the water finally shut off, Jungkook sat forward, straightening his clothes, but his eyes still burned with that same possessive hunger. By the time the door opened and Jimin stepped out...hair damp, cheeks flushed, wrapped in a fluffy towel...the alpha already knew he had taste him again.
The door eased open with a soft creak, and Jimin stepped into the room, still damp from the shower. His towel was wrapped snugly around his slim frame, droplets sliding down the curve of his collarbone.
Jungkook was already waiting in the chair by the bed, his elbows braced on his knees, gaze dark and unblinking.
“Come here,” he said, voice low but threaded with command.
Jimin hesitated, fingers tightening on the towel, but the alpha’s eyes pulled him forward until he was standing between Jungkook’s knees.
Jungkook’s hand came up, thumb brushing along Jimin’s jaw before tilting his head to the side, exposing the delicate line of his throat.
The alpha leaned in, nose pressing against the damp skin, inhaling deeply. A growl rumbled in his chest. “You smell perfect.” His lips pressed against the skin just below Jimin’s ear, tongue and teeth grazing before he dragged his scent along Jimin’s neck in a slow, possessive streak.
Jimin whimpered softly, the towel shifting as his shoulders trembled.
“Mark me back,” Jungkook murmured, his hand sliding to the nape of Jimin’s neck to guide him.
Shy but obedient, Jimin bent his head, his button nose nuzzling against the warm skin of Jungkook’s throat, breathing in that intoxicating alpha scent before brushing his mouth and tongue there...soft, lingering, claiming in return.
Jungkook’s eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring it. Then he gave a small tug on the towel, making Jimin squeak and clutch it tighter. The alpha’s smirk deepened. “Relax. We’re going downstairs.”
“Downstairs?” Jimin echoed, confused.
“It’s dinner time. You need to eat.” Jungkook rose, his hand resting on the small of Jimin’s back as he steered him toward the dressing room. “I want everyone to see who you belong to. Wear the pretty lavender dress for me."
Jimin’s cheeks warmed at the request, but he let Jungkook guide him into the dressing room. The alpha didn’t hover in the doorway...he followed him in, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving his omega.
Jimin stood hesitantly in the dressing room, the soft light casting delicate shadows over the silk and lace strewn about. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the first piece...a pair of black lace panties, delicate and sheer, with intricate floral patterns tracing the fabric.
Before he could slip them on, Jungkook stepped forward silently, his large hands gentle but firm as they took the panties from Jimin’s fingers.
“Let me,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and commanding, eyes locked on Jimin’s flushed face. He stepped forward, fingers brushing the towel from Jimin’s shoulders. It fell to the carpet in a whisper of fabric, leaving the omega bare in the warm light
He knelt slowly, palms steady, and slid the lace panties up Jimin’s slender, smooth legs with care, his touch warm against the sensitive skin. The omega shivered, breath hitching as the alpha’s hands lingered just a moment longer, tracing the curve of his hips.
“There,” Jungkook said softly, straightening back up and brushing a stray lock of hair behind Jimin’s ear. “Perfect. Mine.”
Jimin swallowed, cheeks burning brighter, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let Jungkook’s fingers guide him to the lavender dress hanging on the rack. With a slow, deliberate movement, Jungkook lifted the dress and held it open.
“Arms up,” he ordered gently.
Jimin obeyed, the silky fabric slipping over his head, cascading down to rest just above the lace panties Jungkook had so carefully put on.
“Perfect,” Jungkook murmured, straightening and stepping back to look at him fully. His wolf practically preened...chest swelling, jaw tight with pride at having such a stunning omega. “You’re mine. And now everyone will see exactly how beautiful you are.”
Jimin ducked his head, but Jungkook’s fingers tilted his chin back up. “Don’t hide from me, baby. I want them to see you looking at me like this.”
They left the room together, Jungkook’s palm spread firmly at the small of Jimin’s back as they descended the grand staircase. The scent of dinner wafted up...roasted meat, herbs, fresh bread...but Jungkook’s attention was fixed on the way Jimin’s dress swayed around his knees and how his soft scent lingered in the air.
When Jungkook and Jimin stepped into the dining room, the chatter immediately died down. The long table was already full...Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, Namjoon, little pup Min-gi, and Taehyung, sat waiting, their eyes snapping to the doorway the moment the pair appeared.
Jungkook’s expression remained calm, unreadable like always, but the way he held Jimin’s hand tightly and squared his broad shoulders spoke louder than words. Every head turned toward the omega trailing quietly beside the alpha, and a ripple of surprise and approval passed through the room.
Yoongi’s gaze was sharp, a small smirk playing on his lips as he caught Hoseok’s eye. Hoseok smiled softly, his fingers twitching with happiness for Jimin.
Namjoon nodded slightly, respect in his eyes, while Jin’s warm smile was full of quiet pride. Even Taehyung, usually the rowdiest, sat straighter, nodding once with a look that said, This is how it’s supposed to be.
Jungkook led Jimin to his seat at the head of the table, the alpha’s domain, and pulled out the chair for him with a gentleman’s grace. Jimin hesitated a moment, cheeks flushed, but slid into the seat, still holding Jungkook’s hand.
Jungkook took his own seat beside him, eyes never leaving Jimin’s face. Each time their gazes met across the table, Jungkook’s chest swelled with a possessive pride. Mine, his look said without a word.
The low hum of resumed conversation floated around them, but every so often, Jungkook’s attention snapped back to Jimin, a silent declaration that this omega was his...cherished and claimed.
The room felt warmer, tighter somehow, bound by the unspoken acknowledgment that Jimin wasn’t just an addition...he was the heart of their pack now.
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Morning light spilled softly through the heavy curtains, casting a pale glow across the room.
Jimin’s eyes blinked open, the lingering warmth of sleep still cradling him like a fragile cocoon. A quiet calm settled over his thoughts as he stretched beneath the covers, the familiar and comforting scent of sandalwood and spice filling the air.
Alpha scented us good last night. He made sure everyone knows we are his. His omega whispered.
With careful movements, he slid out of bed, bare feet touching the cool floor. The expansive room...its white silk sheets and gleaming gold accents felt vast but no longer intimidating.
Drawn by the promise of fresh air and sunlight, Jimin crossed the room and pushed open the balcony doors. A soft breeze greeted him, carrying the delicate perfume of white roses from the garden below.
His chest swelled with an unspoken yearning. A walk through the rose bushes...quiet, peaceful, a place just for him...felt like the perfect way to start the day.
Before he could step outside, a firm knock came at the door.
Turning, Jimin found Jungkook standing in the doorway...his towering form framed by the dark wood, the sharp lines of his tailored suit softened by the concern in his eyes.
“Good morning,” Jungkook said quietly, stepping inside.
Jimin’s lips curled into a shy smile. “Morning, alpha.”
His gaze flicked toward the doorway as he caught sight of the two bodyguards stationed just outside his room, their presence like silent sentinels.
Before Jungkook could speak, Jimin’s curiosity broke the silence. “Why are there two guards outside my door?”
Jungkook’s expression tightened, the hint of a growl in his voice. “For your protection.”
Jimin frowned, uncertainty creeping in. “Protection from what?”
The alpha hesitated, then said carefully, “There are dangers you don’t see...people who would harm you.”
Jimin swallowed, trying to grasp the weight of that truth. But then he shifted the subject, voice lightening. “After breakfast, I’d like to go out to the rose garden. For a walk.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of possessiveness sparking. “You can...as long as you take the bodyguards with you.”
Jimin’s stomach twisted uneasily. “I don’t want a guard just to take a walk.”
Jungkook stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. “You’re not going alone.”
Jimin’s heart pounded. Gathering courage, he reached up, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck and resting his head against the broad chest. The warmth of the alpha’s heartbeat thrumming beneath his ear was steady, grounding.
“No one can protect me better than you,” Jimin whispered. “Just by being here with you, I’m safer than I've ever been.”
A flicker of something fierce and satisfied crossed Jungkook’s face...his pride, his need to claim, roaring beneath the surface. He tugged his omega closer.
After a tense pause, Jungkook’s voice softened, reluctant but tender. “Fine. You can go alone. But don’t stay out too long. If I don’t see you back soon, I’m coming for you.”
Jimin’s smile blossomed, bright and full of relief. “Thank you, alpha.”
He leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s jawline.
Jungkook returned the smile...a brief, almost vulnerable flicker...before turning toward the door.
As he left, he instructed the guards firmly, “Jimin won’t be needing a shadow in the garden. You’re on standby while he goes for his walk. Stay posted by the garden gate and patio.”
Jimin watched the alpha’s broad frame disappear down the hallway, the promise of freedom and safety mingling in the soft morning light.
He dressed quickly in lace panties, jean cut off shorts, and a white crop top, the fabric cool against his skin and soft like a whisper. As he was leaving the room he slid on some black flip flops.
Making his way downstairs, he found the dining room filled with the subtle clink of silverware and the warm aroma of freshly cooked food.
Jungkook was already seated, waiting for him with that steady, protective gaze.
“Sit,” Jungkook commanded gently, pulling out a chair for him.
Jimin obeyed, settling into the seat as a tray of food was set before him...fragrant eggs, ripe fruit, and warm bread, all arranged carefully.
They ate together in companionable silence, Jungkook stealing small glances at Jimin, pride and something softer shining in his eyes.
After breakfast, Jimin rose, smoothing his jean shorts as he stepped toward the door.
“I'm going to the garden,” he said softly.
Jungkook nodded once, voice low and firm. “The guard will be on standby outside but they won't follow you. Stay safe.”
Jimin’s stomach clenched, but he nodded, knowing the alpha’s fierce need to protect him wasn’t born of distrust but of something far deeper.
Stepping into the bright morning, Jimin breathed in the scent of roses and fresh earth. The garden stretched before him like a secret world waiting to be explored.
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Jimin stepped lightly onto the stone path winding through the white rose bushes, their petals glowing like soft lanterns in the golden morning light. The air was cool but carried the faint warmth of the rising sun, a tender invitation to linger and breathe.
His fingers brushed the delicate blooms, each one trembling slightly beneath his touch, like whispered promises carried on the breeze. For a moment, the weight of the mansion, the guards, the dangers, slipped away.
He closed his eyes and let himself simply be...an omega in a world too harsh but here, surrounded by fragile beauty. The scent of roses mingled softly in the air, a balm to his restless mind.
But the calm was fragile.
Near the garden’s wrought-iron gate, Jimin caught sight of the guard Jungkook had assigned. It was the same guard from his and Hoseok's shopping trip the other day. The man remained stationed there, unmoving, watching silently. He wasn’t meant to follow Jimin into the garden itself...only to wait, eyes sharp, ready to step in if needed. The other guard was stationed at the entrance of the sprawling patio.
Still, the guard’s gaze lingered on Jimin longer than necessary, a slow, unsettling smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The presence made the beautiful garden feel smaller, suffocating somehow.
Jimin swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep walking, to not show the growing knot of fear tightening in his chest.
The roses bloomed around him, pale and beautiful, but the garden felt suddenly claustrophobic...walls closing in beneath the weight of unseen eyes.
“Stay close,” a voice whispered in his mind. Jungkook’s voice, steady and fierce, a tether pulling him back from the edge.
But even as he walked, Jimin couldn’t shake the feeling that the danger Jungkook feared was already waiting, patient and hungry, just beyond the petals and thorns.
Behind him, the guard lingered near the garden gate, a silent sentinel whose presence was meant to reassure, but instead tightened the invisible chains around Jimin’s freedom. The man’s eyes flicked over Jimin’s form again and again, a slow, calculating gaze that made Jimin’s skin prickle with unease.
Jimin’s breath caught, and for a second he debated turning back. But the sun was warm on his face, the garden alive with soft sounds...the hum of bees, the distant call of birds...and he refused to let fear win.
He paused beside a cluster of roses, bending down to inhale their fragrance. The scent was sweet and clean, almost intoxicating in its purity, and for a heartbeat, Jimin allowed himself to believe he could just be normal. Just be safe.
His fingers traced the curve of a blooming bud, trembling slightly.
The guard’s footsteps shifted behind him...slow, deliberate. Jimin’s pulse quickened. He wanted to believe Jungkook’s protection was enough, that this was merely precaution.
But the uneasy knot in his chest tightened as the guard’s shadow stretched over the roses.
Jimin straightened, the fragile peace breaking like glass inside him.
He needed to get back before his courage crumbled completely. Soon as he saw Jungkook he was going to tell him how unsettled the guard made him feel.
Jimin took a few more steps toward the garden’s exit, his steps light but hurried. The roses brushed against his arms and legs, their petals like whispers of safety he desperately wanted to believe in.
When he finally reached the gate, the guard still stood there...silent, watchful, unmoving.
Jimin’s breath hitched, and for a moment, he considered calling out to him, breaking the quiet tension, but before he could a sudden, sharp pain twisted through his lower abdomen. It caught him off guard, stealing the breath from his lungs and sending a wave of dizziness crashing over him.
His knees buckled, and he sank down onto the stone path, hands clutching his stomach as cold sweat broke out across his skin. The world tilted wildly, colors blurring at the edges as his vision tunneled. Panic prickled at his mind...he tried to call out, to reach for something solid...but the strength drained from his limbs like water through a sieve.
His body folded forward, forehead pressing against the rough stone, breath shallow and ragged. Time seemed to stretch...slow and merciless...before everything faded into darkness.
A sharp shout cut through the stillness the bodyguard stationed near the patio sprinted across the garden, heart hammering with alarm. He skidded to a stop beside Jimin’s limp form, and dropped to his knees.
Fumbling, he pulled out his phone and called Jungkook with urgent breaths, voice clipped but tense. “Alpha, Jimin’s collapsed. I’m here with him. He needs help, now.”
Jungkook’s reply was a low growl, almost a snarl through the phone. “Stay with him. Don’t touch him until I get there.”
The guard swallowed hard, glancing down at Jimin’s pale face.
Seconds later, the heavy thud of boots on the marble floor echoed through the mansion’s hallways as Jungkook burst out the back doors, fury and fear blazing in his eyes. His strides ate up the distance to the garden in powerful bounds.
As the guard reached to lift Jimin gently in a bridal carry, a guttural growl tore from Jungkook’s throat. “Don’t fucking touch him!” The alpha’s voice was raw, deadly...no one challenged his claim.
Jungkook knelt down smoothly, careful but possessive, sliding his arms beneath Jimin’s fragile body. The warmth of his mate pressed against him, shaky and thin, like glass about to shatter.
His nose brushed against Jimin’s hair, inhaling deeply. The faint, aching sweetness of his scent was sharper now...raw and vulnerable. The alpha’s heart slammed against his ribs. Every instinct screamed to protect, to claim, to never let go.
Jimin's heat had arrived.
Chapter 7
Summary:
Jungkook helps Jimin through his heat.
Notes:
Whew! This is one of the smuttiest things I've ever written lol. I was fanning myself a couple times while writing it.😆
This is an extremely long chapter. Please read the tags and let me know what y'all think.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jungkook’s arms cradled Jimin with a tenderness that belied the fierce protectiveness burning in his eyes. Every fragile breath the omega took carried that intoxicating scent... rich, sweet, and raw with need. It wrapped around Jungkook’s senses, pulling him closer, tightening his chest with the primal urge to guard and claim.
He moved deliberately through the mansion’s shadowed halls, each step measured, every breath quiet but heavy with urgency. The path led to his sanctuary... the bedroom where his scent clung thickest to the air, where every corner held the memory of him, a silent, invisible fortress built to comfort and protect.
The door clicked softly behind them as Jungkook settled Jimin onto the vast California King bed. The black silk sheets whispered under the weight, cool and smooth against Jimin’s clammy skin. Jungkook’s scent... the deep musk of sandalwood, and dark spices...swirled around them, a protective shroud.
Jimin’s eyes fluttered, lids heavy but slowly opening to meet Jungkook’s dark, smoldering gaze. Jungkook brushed a damp strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead, thumb lingering against the soft skin, steadying both the omega and himself.
His phone buzzed in his palm... Jin. Jungkook’s voice was low, firm as he gave the order, “Get up here. Now.”
Before Jin arrived, Jungkook called Yoongi. His voice was rough, edged with the weight of responsibility. “I’m going to be tied up for a few days. Jimin’s heat’s about to hit hard. You’re running things until I get back.”
A calm reassurance came through the line. “No problem. You focus on him. I’ve got it.”
The door opened quietly, Jin stepping inside with a practiced calm that belied the seriousness of the situation. His eyes quickly assessed Jimin’s fragile frame, hands moving with precision over the omega’s body.
“He’s on the brink,” Jin said softly, voice low enough that only Jungkook and Jimin could hear. “Minutes... maybe less... before full heat.”
Jimin’s breath hitched, eyes flickering between the two. Jungkook shifted closer, hands cupping Jimin’s face with a desperate gentleness.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispered, voice thick with concern.
Jimin’s throat bobbed, a weak nod the only answer. “Heat...almost.”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched. “I’m here, baby. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
Jin stepped toward the door, giving them privacy but keeping a watchful eye from the threshold.
Jungkook’s voice lowered, rough and possessive. “You have a choice. I can help you through this...or they can sedate you.”
The room was thick with tension as Jimin’s eyes searched Jungkook’s, finding warmth and fierce promise there. “I don't want to be sedated... just want you, alpha. I want you to be here.”
Jungkook’s lips brushed against Jimin’s temple, a soft, possessive kiss that sent a shiver through them both.
“I want to help you through this,” Jungkook said, voice barely more than a growl. “But I’ll want to bite you. You know what that means, right?”
Jimin’s blush deepened, but his voice was steady. “I want your bite. I’m yours.”
A slow smile curved Jungkook’s lips as he captured Jimin’s mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss... tongue, teeth, and raw heat mingling in a promise neither would forget.
When they finally broke apart, Jungkook’s eyes burned with fierce protectiveness. He looked toward the door. “No sedation.”
Jin nodded, lips curling into a soft smile. “I’ll send up what you need. Check back in a few days.”
The door closed behind Jin, and the quiet wrapped around them once more.
Jungkook settled beside Jimin, pressing a hand to his back, his scent enveloping the omega like a vow.
“Whatever comes, I’m here,” Jungkook murmured.
Jimin’s fingers curled around Jungkook’s wrist, anchoring himself to the alpha... their bond a fragile, fierce tether against the storm.
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The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across the room, painting Jungkook’s broad shoulders and strong arms in warm light. He took his shoes off then moved slowly, deliberately unbuttoning and peeling off his shirt, the fabric sliding over taut muscles and disappearing to the floor.
His breath was steady, but his eyes never left Jimin...lying pale and fragile on the bed, the first signs of heat stirring beneath his skin. Jungkook’s hands worked carefully, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down, leaving him bare except for the dark outline of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He reached down, fingers curling around the waistband, and slowly peeled them down his muscular legs until they pooled at his ankles. His long, hard cock smacking gently above his belly button.
A low hum of anticipation thrummed through the room, thickening the air. Jungkook’s pulse quickened as he climbed into bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.
He settled beside Jimin with practiced gentleness, easing under the soft sheets, the warmth of his body immediately pressing close to the omega’s.
Jungkook’s fingers trailed lightly down Jimin’s spine, grounding and steadying him as waves of heat and aching desire pulsed through the omega’s body. The faint tremor under his skin told Jungkook just how close Jimin was to unraveling. The bedroom was thick with the scent of Jimin’s swelling heat...raw, sweet, intoxicating...and Jungkook’s own pheromones flared in response, hot and possessive, curling low in his gut. The air between them felt heavy, charged, as though even the walls could sense the inevitability of what was about to happen.
“Tell me if it hurts,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and rough as he shifted closer, his broad chest brushing against Jimin’s sweat soaked chest.
Jimin’s breath hitched. His skin was flushed, damp with sweat, and between his thighs the slow, insistent drip of slick left him feverish and needy. His muscles tensed with every flicker of sensation, nerves raw and unbearably sensitive.
“I’m here,” Jungkook whispered, lips ghosting over his temple, then dragging down the curve of his jaw to linger over the flutter of his pulse. “You’re safe.”
Strong hands slid beneath the frayed denim of Jimin’s cut-off shorts, peeling them down over his legs. The lace panties underneath clung damply to his heat-swollen skin, delicate patterns stretched over the curves of his thighs.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and peeled them away slowly, baring Jimin completely. His fingers ghosted over the sensitive inner thighs before sliding forward to cup him, slick coating his fingertips instantly.
“Always so wet for me,” Jungkook growled, his voice vibrating through Jimin’s bones. He pressed a finger to the tight, untouched ring of muscle at Jimin’s entrance, smearing slick over it before easing inside.
Jimin gasped, his back arching as the intrusion stretched him, the pressure sharp but molten with pleasure.
“One finger,” Jungkook murmured, curling it slightly as he moved it in and out. “Get you used to me.”
Another finger joined, stretching him wider, the thick slide of both pushing into untouched heat making Jimin’s toes curl. Jungkook worked them in slowly, scissoring to loosen him up, brushing against that tender, hidden spot that made Jimin moan brokenly.
“You’re so tight, baby,” Jungkook rasped, kissing the side of his neck, biting lightly at the flushed skin. “Made to take me.”
Jimin’s thighs trembled, but he didn’t pull away... he pushed back, greedy for more. Jungkook’s lips curled in satisfaction. “That’s it. Open up for me.”
The third finger slid in with a deep, slow push, the stretch burning but blissful. Jungkook kept all three buried to the base, curling them in a steady rhythm that made the omega’s hips rock helplessly against his hand. The wet, obscene sounds of slick squelching filled the room, mixing with Jimin’s breathless whimpers. Jungkook’s other hand wrapped around Jimin’s flushed cock, small but hard and leaking precum down his shaft. His palm stroked him in sync with the deliberate thrust of his fingers inside, making Jimin’s body writhe between pleasure at the front and the deep stretch behind.
“Look at you,” Jungkook growled against his ear. “Shaking and dripping for me. So fucking perfect.”
The pleasure built fast. Jimin’s nails dug into Jungkook’s shoulders, his head falling forward onto the alpha’s chest as his body tightened. The orgasm hit with a sharp cry, hot spurts spilling over Jungkook’s hand and onto his belly. Slick poured from his hole, coating Jungkook’s fingers until they shone.
Jungkook slowly withdrew, his hand soaked in omega slick, and cupped Jimin’s flushed face, brushing his thumbs over damp cheeks. "Tell alpha what you need." Jungkook rumbled deep in his chest.
“I need you inside me,” Jimin whispered, voice breaking, the ache in his belly deepening until it hurt to breathe.
Jungkook’s pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the brown. His scent thickened...earthy and sharp, saturating the air. “No more waiting,” he growled, gripping Jimin’s hips in both hands and dragging him down onto the hard, heavy length straining between them.
Jimin whimpered, the sharp ache twisting through him, but Jungkook’s voice was relentless.
“You’re mine. You’re made for me.”
Without hesitation, Jungkook angled Jimin’s hips up and pressed the thick, flushed head of his cock against the omega’s slick, swollen entrance. It was already dripping, soft and fluttering from his heat, but Jungkook was far from gentle. He didn’t ask. He took.
The first push stole the breath from Jimin’s lungs... slow enough to make him feel every inch, but hard enough to force his body to stretch around the sheer girth. The burn was sharp, but underneath it was a molten pleasure that made his toes curl. Slick gushed around Jungkook’s length, coating him in wet heat as he sank deeper.
Jungkook’s hands clamped onto his hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He dragged Jimin down the last few inches, seating himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated against the omega’s skin. His cock throbbed inside him, stretching him wide and full.
“So fucking tight,” Jungkook growled into Jimin’s ear, his teeth grazing the shell before nipping at it. “Just like I want you.”
Then he began to move.
Each thrust was deep, heavy, devastating... the thick length dragging along every swollen nerve inside him. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with the alpha’s ragged growls and Jimin’s high, gasping cries. Jungkook’s pace was merciless... hips snapping forward with bruising force, grinding against him at the end of every stroke to make him feel the weight of his cock buried deep.
Jimin clawed at Jungkook’s shoulders, his nails leaving red streaks in the alpha’s skin as he tried to ground himself against the overwhelming stretch and the raw pleasure curling tighter in his belly.
Jungkook bent over him, mouth at his jaw, biting and sucking bruises into his skin... territory marks without breaking skin. His voice was rough, dripping with dominance.
“You belong to me. Every inch of you is mine.”
Then Jimin felt it... the base of Jungkook’s cock swelling, pressing insistently at his rim. The knot was already thick and hard, catching at the entrance with every thrust, forcing his body to stretch wider before it popped free again, only to press in harder the next time.
The teasing was unbearable. Jungkook’s hips rolled and slammed forward in quick, powerful thrusts, each time pushing the knot deeper until it nearly breached, then pulling back to make Jimin whimper in frustration.
Slick spilled freely down his thighs, dripping between them and soaking the sheets beneath. The smell of heat and sex was heady, saturating the air until Jungkook’s instincts roared in his veins.
One hand slid down between their bodies, gripping Jimin’s flushed, leaking cock. Jungkook stroked it in hard, fast pulls in perfect rhythm with the relentless pistoning of his hips.
“Come for me, baby,” he rasped, his breath hot and filthy against Jimin’s ear. “Show me you’re mine. Milk my cock with that perfect little hole.”
Jimin’s body seized, his inner walls clamping around Jungkook like a vice as the orgasm tore through him. He came in thick, hot spurts over Jungkook’s fist and his own stomach, his cries muffled against the alpha’s shoulder. The sudden tightness around him made Jungkook snarl, his own release hitting hard.
With one final, brutal thrust, the knot forced its way past Jimin’s rim, locking them together. The flare stretched him to the point of trembling, and then the warmth of Jungkook’s cum spilled deep, pulsing in thick waves until Jimin could feel it pooling inside him.
Jungkook stayed pressed against him, knot throbbing as he fucked small, shallow thrusts just to keep Jimin shivering through the aftershocks. His voice, when it finally came, was softer but still claiming.
“Mine. No one will ever have you like this.”
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The sheets were soaked through with slick and cum, tangled around their naked bodies as Jimin lay sated and exhausted, chest rising and falling against the quiet rhythm of Jungkook’s steady breaths. His skin was flushed and marked...love bites trailing down his neck and shoulders like a map of possession. Jungkook had taken him three more times since his heat had started. His omega was insatiable.
Jungkook’s instincts churned fiercely beneath his calm exterior. He couldn’t just lie here. His omega needed care, nourishment, protection. The heat wasn’t over...pain and craving would return, and Jungkook was already preparing himself to meet every desperate need.
Slowly, carefully, he slid out from under Jimin, leaving the warmth of his big body behind but taking his scent with him as he rose, completely naked and impossibly powerful. His feet moved to the door, fingers curling around the basket Jin had left behind...a bounty of food, supplements, and bottles of water.
Jungkook pulled out two bottles of water, heavy and cold in his hands, and returned to the bed. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and still heavy with the haze of aftermath. His lips parted in a soft whimper as Jungkook settled beside him.
“Drink,” Jungkook murmured, tipping the bottle to Jimin’s lips. The omega drank slowly, lips trembling, swallowing down the life-giving water as Jungkook’s hand brushed damp hair from his forehead.
Next, Jungkook offered a cereal bar, watching as Jimin nibbled it with small, fragile bites. The simple act grounded them both...a tether back to the world beyond the heat’s fierce grip.
Jungkook drank from his own bottle, then drew Jimin close again, pulling the omega onto his chest, skin to skin, warmth to warmth. He cradled Jimin like a precious thing, heart pounding with the quiet knowledge that pain and need would return any minute. His fingers traced lazy circles on Jimin’s back as they lay there, the quiet ticking before the storm.
All of a sudden, a soft, desperate whimper broke the silence as heat flared again, raw and urgent, setting Jimin’s body trembling atop Jungkook’s. The scent of his swollen, slick heat filled the room, making Jungkook’s cock throb painfully, already rock hard and aching for his mate.
Jimin’s trembling hands wrapped around Jungkook’s thick length, slick and heavy with precome, guiding himself slowly down the swollen shaft. With a shaky gasp, he sank onto Jungkook’s cock, the tight, wet heat enveloping every inch in a delicious, burning stretch.
Jungkook groaned low, deep in his throat, his strong hands gripping Jimin’s hips firmly, steadying him as the omega began to ride him. The slow, torturous friction set fire to every nerve ending, pulling soft cries and ragged gasps from Jimin’s lips.
His flushed cheeks glowed under Jungkook’s intense gaze...eyes dark with raw, possessive hunger as they traced every tremble, every shuddering breath. The vulnerability in Jimin’s expression made Jungkook’s control snap, every muscle twitching with desperate need.
His hands squeezed Jimin’s waist, fingers digging into soft, sensitive skin just enough to claim and ground them both in the moment. Jungkook’s knot throbbed painfully, swelling and pulsing with the desperate urge to lock them together.
Jimin’s hands drifted down Jungkook’s powerful thighs, fingertips trailing featherlight paths over taut muscles, memorizing the heat beneath his skin. His head fell back, lips parting in a breathy whimper that sent shivers coursing down Jungkook’s spine.
“It’s so fucking big,” Jimin murmured, voice trembling with awe and need. “Feels so good. Only mine, alpha?”
Jungkook’s lips brushed the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing lightly as he whispered, “Only for you, baby. Only yours.”
His body trembled, knot swelling tighter, aching to pull Jimin deeper, to claim him completely with every fierce thrust.
Jimin’s voice cracked as he bounced slowly up and down, hips rolling, riding Jungkook’s thick cock with desperate devotion. His hands clenched Jungkook’s shoulders, nails digging in, eyes searching his mate’s with raw, pleading need.
“Alpha… please, pup me. I want to be yours…only yours.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened, a guttural growl rolling through him as he promised, “I'll give you as many pups as you want, my omega. All of them. Just for you.”
The weight of that vow settled heavy in the air, binding them tighter as Jimin moved with fierce, aching need, their connection blazing hotter with every thrust and gasp.
Then, with a guttural growl, Jungkook’s knot swelled and pressed deep inside, catching on Jimin’s tight rim before sliding fully in, locking them together in that primal, intimate grip meant only for mated alphas and omegas.
Their cries...raw, fierce, utterly intimate...filled the room as Jungkook released inside, pulsing deep within Jimin’s heat.
Waves of release crashed over them both, throbbing and pulsing, sealing their bond not just in flesh but in soul.
They stayed locked, Jungkook’s breath heavy on Jimin’s flushed skin as the heat faded slowly into the soft, fierce glow of possession and love.
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The bedroom was thick with the lingering heat and scent of Jimin’s fevered body, his breaths shallow and uneven. Jungkook’s eyes softened as he took in his mate...fragile, trembling, still half out of it from the relentless storm of his heat. Without hesitation, he bent down and lifted Jimin into his arms, careful to support every aching limb.
“Let me take care of you,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and steady.
Jimin’s head lolled against Jungkook’s chest, breaths hitching as his arms weakly curled around the alpha’s neck. His body was slick with sweat, skin flushed and tender, muscles tight with pain and need. Jungkook carried him with practiced ease, their footsteps muffled by the plush rug as they crossed the room toward the en suite bathroom.
The warm light spilled from the open door, casting a golden glow over the steam curling from the bathtub already filling with hot water scented faintly with eucalyptus and lavender...a scent meant to soothe and ease. Jungkook eased Jimin down gently into the water, supporting his back as the heat enveloped his exhausted muscles, coaxing slow relief from the tension.
Jimin sagged against the warmth, eyelids fluttering closed, the fevered haze in his eyes softening for a moment. Jungkook settled behind him, arms wrapping around the omega’s damp, trembling frame, holding him close to share his steady heat.
Slowly, Jungkook dipped his hands into the warm water and began to wash Jimin with tender care...fingertips tracing gentle circles across flushed skin, soothing away the sweat and ache. When his hand moved lower, brushing carefully between Jimin’s thighs to clean out his hole...the omega whimpered softly, voice trembling and raw.
“Alpha...stop... you’re washing away our pups...”
Jungkook’s heart clenched. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple, voice thick with promise.
“Shh... alpha will give you more. I’ll fill you up again, every time. You’re mine.”
Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, filled with a fragile trust that steadied Jungkook’s resolve. His fingers brushed damp hair from Jimin’s face as he continued, washing slowly, reverently, honoring every inch of his mate’s aching body.
When the bath was over, Jungkook rose first, water dripping from his skin, and wrapped a thick towel around his waist. Then he carefully lifted Jimin from the tub, still weak and trembling, and wrapped him in a warm towel, cocooning him in safety and warmth.
Setting Jimin on the bathroom counter, Jungkook brushed his fingers softly over the omega’s damp cheek.
“Alpha will be right back, baby,” he whispered, voice tender. “I’m going to change the sheets.”
Jimin nodded weakly, eyes already heavy with exhaustion. Jungkook moved quickly to strip the bed of soaked linens and replace them with fresh, cool sheets scented faintly with his lavender and dark spices. Returning, he gathered Jimin into his arms again and carried him gently back to the bed.
They settled beneath the crisp sheets, Jungkook’s arms tightening protectively around Jimin’s fragile form. The heat still lingered, thick and urgent in the room, but beneath it bloomed a fragile calm...their quiet tether amid the storm.
Jimin’s breath hitched as he nestled closer, voice a soft whisper against Jungkook’s chest.
“Hold me tighter.”
Jungkook’s lips brushed the crown of Jimin’s head, voice steady and sure as he pulled him closer to his chest.
“Always, my omega.”
They drifted to sleep tangled together, the quiet between them a sacred refuge...both waiting until the heat surged once more...raw and relentless, waking them into the last wave of the storm.
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A charged silence hung in the air...thick and electric...as the heat began to flare again. Jimin’s skin felt like it was on fire, fever burning through him as he trembled against Jungkook’s steady chest. His breaths came shallow and shaky, every inhale a desperate, ragged pull.
“Alpha... please... I need you. Now.”
Jungkook’s eyes snapped open instantly, alert despite the late hour. His gaze softened as he took in Jimin’s flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and the way his bare thighs rubbed restlessly together beneath the sheets, driven by raw, heat-fueled need. Without a word, he rolled Jimin onto his back, their eyes locking with a fierce, unspoken vow.
I’m here... you’re safe... you’re mine.
His mouth crashed onto Jimin’s with a hunger that stole the omega’s breath. Lips parted, tongues tangled in a fierce, claiming kiss...wet, messy, desperate. Jungkook’s teeth scraped along Jimin’s jaw and down the column of his throat, sharp nips followed by soothing licks that made Jimin gasp, tilting his head back to bare more skin for his alpha.
Jimin clutched at Jungkook’s shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle, anchoring himself against the overwhelming waves of heat and desire. Jungkook’s hands were greedy...sliding over the curve of his back, gripping his hips, then slipping lower to squeeze the swell of his ass.
Breaking the kiss, Jungkook trailed his mouth down over Jimin’s chest, tongue swirling around a hardened nipple before biting lightly, then soothing the sting with slow, wet licks. His hand slid between Jimin’s thighs, finding the hot, slick mess pooling there. He spread him open, exposing every flushed inch, and the scent of Jimin’s slick made his cock throb painfully.
Jungkook lowered himself, breath hot against Jimin’s most sensitive flesh. His tongue pressed in, sliding over the slicked rim, teasing in slow circles before thrusting deep. The taste of his omega made him growl low in his chest...a vibration that shook right through Jimin’s core.
“Shh...you’re mine,” Jungkook murmured against him, voice thick and raw. “So beautiful like this...so fucking perfect for me.”
Jimin’s thighs trembled, his body clenching instinctively around Jungkook’s tongue as he moaned...high, breathless, utterly wrecked. Slick gushed with every thrust of the alpha’s tongue, dripping down Jungkook’s chin. His hands slid under Jimin’s ass, tilting his hips up so he could bury himself deeper, tongue fucking him with obscene, wet sounds.
The heat and pleasure built fast...Jimin’s toes curled, his head pressed back into the pillow as he writhed. Jungkook slid a hand up to wrap around his flushed cock, stroking in time with the movements of his tongue inside him.
“Ah...Alpha...” Jimin’s voice broke, hips jerking helplessly.
“Mine,” Jungkook growled low, the word rumbling against Jimin’s thigh as he bent down, dragging the flat of his tongue through the wet heat, tasting him like a starving man. Jimin whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets, thighs trembling as Jungkook’s mouth worked him open...slow licks melting into filthy, hungry sucks, the alpha’s growls vibrating right into him.
The worship bled into possession when Jungkook gripped Jimin’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him still while he devoured him. Every desperate gasp, every tremble, every sweet pulse of slick was claimed. When Jimin’s back bowed and a high, keening cry tore from his throat, Jungkook didn’t stop...he pushed two thick fingers inside, curling until Jimin’s vision went white.
“Alpha... inside me please...” Jimin sobbed, voice breaking, and that was all it took.
“Present for Alpha,” Jungkook ordered, voice dark silk.
Jimin’s omega rose to the surface instantly. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, face down, ass up... spine arching, knees spreading, face pressed into the pillow. The position was pure instinct, and Jungkook’s breath shuddered as his cock pressed against the slick, swollen entrance.
The alpha's growls came in sharp, heavy pulls as he took in the sight of Jimin kneeling for him....slick glistening down his thighs, hole fluttering open in invitation. His control frayed. He gripped the swell of Jimin’s hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, pulling him back until the blunt head of his cock nestled against that wet heat.
“Beg me, omega,” Jungkook growled, his voice fraying with restraint.
“Please...” Jimin’s voice cracked on the word, needy and sweet, “Alpha, I need you... need your knot, need you so bad...”
That was all it took. Jungkook slammed forward in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Jimin cried out, back arching as his body stretched around the thick intrusion, the raw heat of it filling every nerve with fire. Jungkook stayed still for a moment, groaning against the back of Jimin’s neck, savoring the way his omega’s walls pulsed around him.
Then he started to move.
Each thrust was deep, dragging along every sensitive spot inside Jimin, grinding him down into the mattress. Jungkook’s hands roamed greedily...one gripping his hip in a bruising hold, the other sliding up to palm the curve of his stomach where he could feel himself pressing deep inside. His pace was ruthless but not careless, each snap of his hips a calculated claim.
“Can feel you everywhere, omega,” Jungkook panted against his ear, letting his teeth scrape along the shell. “You were made for me.”
Jimin’s moans pitched higher, the sound almost broken as slick dripped down to soak Jungkook’s thighs. His body clenched tighter with each thrust, pushing him toward the edge.
Jungkook’s knot began to swell, thickening at the base, stretching Jimin wider with every desperate push forward. The alpha’s growls deepened, hips grinding down until the knot was pressing insistently at the rim of that fluttering hole.
“Take it for me, baby... gonna knot you so good. Gonna give you so many pups,” Jungkook rasped, and when Jimin’s soft, wrecked “yes” spilled into the air, he thrust hard, forcing the knot past the tight ring of muscle until they were locked together.
Jimin’s cry was half-pleasure, half-surrender as the knot seated deep, filling him completely. Jungkook’s release hit hard, a guttural snarl tearing from his chest as he pumped his omega full, every pulse of heat making Jimin shudder and gasp.
They stayed pressed together, Jungkook’s chest draped over Jimin’s back, his hands roaming over trembling skin, whispering filthy praise against the damp curve of his shoulder.
But Jungkook wasn’t done yet. With a low growl, he slowly withdrew, knot slipping free with a wet, slick pop. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips firmly as he rolled the omega onto his back, eyes dark and hungry.
“Back to me,” Jungkook demanded, voice thick with possessiveness.
Jimin obeyed instinctively, legs parting eagerly as Jungkook thrusts his still hard cock inside again, snapping his hips with bruising power. The knot swelled once more, locking them together tighter than before. This time, their cries mingled in raw harmony, bodies moving as one in the perfect rhythm of claiming and surrender.
"Bite me, alpha. Make me yours." Jimin whimpered as he bared his neck. Jungkook's fingers slid to the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck, curling around it possessively.
With slow, deliberate pressure, Jungkook sank his teeth into the pulse point...marking his omega with a deep, fierce bite that sent sparks shooting through them both.
Jimin’s breath hitched, lips parting in a ragged moan. His hands moved to Jungkook’s neck, teeth grazing the alpha’s skin with equal hunger before sinking in with a desperate, needy bite of his own.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from Jungkook’s throat as the reciprocal mating bite sealed their bond...raw, intimate, and forever. Their mouths met in a searing kiss, tongues tangling in the taste of possession and devotion.
When at last the waves of pleasure ebbed, the charged heat in the room began to dissolve... the thick, intoxicating energy slowly fading into a soft, peaceful warmth. His heat was over.
Jungkook’s breath feathered over Jimin’s flushed skin as he whispered, “I love you...”
Jimin’s voice was barely audible, but no less fierce. “I love you, alpha...”
Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining as they lay tangled beneath the sheets...two halves made whole, bound forever by heat, need, and love.
Chapter 8
Summary:
Jimin tells Jungkook about the bodyguard making him feel unsettled. Jungkook is furious and tells Jimin he will handle the bodyguard.
The bodyguard goes into hiding and can't be found.
Meanwhile Jimin and Hoseok go on their shopping trip for nesting supplies.
Alistar puts his plans into action.
Notes:
I'm just going to apologize in advance for this chapter. It does end on a cliffhanger, but in this situation it had to happen lol.
We're going to have two blood-thirsty alpha's on our hands.😩
Anyway, enjoy the long chapter. Let me know what y'all think.
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Chapter Text
The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, warming the room in a gentle embrace. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, only to find himself cradled from behind by Jungkook’s strong, steady arms. The alpha’s chest pressed warmly against his back, steady breaths syncing with his own.
A subtle movement sent a delicious pressure pressing against his slick, still-sensitive hole, and Jimin let out a soft, involuntary whimper. His hips instinctively shifted back, the ache and heat inside him clashing in a confusing tangle. He was still so sore...but the raw need simmered beneath the surface, relentless.
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open at the whimper, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. “Behave,” he murmured, voice husky but amused. “We can’t fuck again until you heal. You bled a little the first time...my big cock was too much for your tiny hole.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed deep crimson. “Stop...you're being crass,” he whispered, voice a little breathless and embarrassed.
The alpha laughed softly again, brushing a finger tenderly over Jimin’s temple before pressing a kiss to the top of his hair. Slowly, he eased out of the bed, the soft stretch of his muscled back drawing Jimin’s eyes without him meaning to follow.
Jimin’s gaze traced over the beautiful expanse of Jungkook’s skin revealed beneath the soft light...the full sleeve tattoo winding around his right arm like a living shadow, intricate black wolves stalking down his bicep and forearm. Then, as Jungkook turned, Jimin caught sight of the massive wolf tattoo stretching across his broad back...a towering alpha wolf with glowing red eyes howling beneath a crescent moon, flanked by smaller wolves, all etched in deep black ink with pawprints trailing down the spine. The artistry was fierce, wild, and utterly captivating, just like the man himself.
His alpha was beautiful.
His pulse quickened, heat rising in his cheeks as he watched Jungkook move with confident ease, the rippling muscles beneath the ink flexing with every step. He felt his own desire stir anew, even as his body still ached from their first time.
Jungkook caught his gaze and smiled, then padded back to the bed. He leaned down, his voice low and teasing. “Behave,” he warned again, pressing a brief kiss to Jimin’s temple.
Jimin shivered under the touch but nodded, smiling shyly.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened with something tender but firm. “I want you to go see Jin today. Let him check on your progress...your health, nutrition, everything. And get some ointment for that sore hole of yours.”
Jimin’s blush deepened, the bluntness of the words making his heart flutter in a delicious mix of embarrassment and warmth. “Okay,” he breathed.
“I’m going to take a shower now,” Jungkook said, rising again, the commanding tone softening as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear.
Jimin watched as his alpha disappeared behind the glass shower door, the sound of running water soon filling the room. The ache in his body was still tender, but desire simmered beneath the surface. Slowly, carefully, he slipped out of the bed, limping quietly toward the bathroom.
The door was slightly ajar, steam curling around the edges. With a cautious breath, Jimin pushed it open and slipped inside, the heat washing over him immediately. Jungkook stood under the cascade, droplets running down the thick lines of his tattoos and the defined planes of his muscled back.
Without hesitation, Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s waist, resting his head against that familiar, powerful back. His lips pressed soft, reverent kisses along the wolf tattoo...where the massive alpha wolf howled beneath the crescent moon.
Jungkook tilted his head back under the water, then turned slowly, eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he warned with a playful smirk.
Jimin’s grin was mischievous and bold. “Wanna bet?”
Before Jungkook could respond, Jimin sank to his knees in front of him, eyes locked on the hardening cock already heavy and pulsing with need. “Teach me,” he whispered, voice trembling with want and determination. “Teach me how to suck you right.”
A slow, deep chuckle rumbled from Jungkook’s chest as he reached down, gently tilting Jimin’s chin up to meet his gaze. “You’re going to learn,” he promised, voice low and rough. “And I’ll make sure you never forget.”
The warm water cascaded over Jungkook’s tattooed back as Jimin knelt before him, heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and desire. His fingers trembled slightly as they traced along the hard length bobbing insistently in front of his face.
"It's so big, alpha. I can't believe I took it inside of me." Jimin said with awe and desire.
Jungkook’s breath hitched as Jimin’s lips brushed the sensitive tip, tasting the salty, musky heat that pooled there. “Slow,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with need. “Take your time. Don't want you to choke on it."
Jimin nodded, eyes flickering up to meet Jungkook’s as he parted his lips wider, teasing the tip with the softest flick of his tongue. He felt the alpha’s hands settle gently on his head, fingers threading through his hair as encouragement and ownership.
Taking more in, Jimin felt the slick warmth coat his tongue and lips, the subtle pulse of Jungkook’s cock vibrating against his mouth sending sparks through his whole body. He worked carefully, sucking and swirling his tongue, trying to memorize every inch, every taste.
Jungkook groaned low in his throat, hips pushing forward slightly, seeking more friction. “Fuck, those lips baby...you’re so good,” he growled, voice thick and rough. “Keep going.”
Jimin’s hands gripped Jungkook’s thighs as he bobbed his head slowly at first, then with more confidence and urgency, his mouth stretching to accommodate the thick, hard length. The scent of Jungkook’s skin...earthy, fierce, intoxicating...filled his senses, making his own pulse race.
Jungkook’s fingers tightened in Jimin’s hair, guiding him deeper, the raw possessiveness evident in every touch. “That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. Make me forget everything but you.”
Jimin’s throat burned, saliva pooling as he worked diligently, lips and tongue stroking in rhythm with Jungkook’s breathing. The alpha’s hips rocked forward with growing desperation, the water splashing around them in heated waves.
“God, you’re going to make me knot so hard...” Jungkook groaned, voice breaking as the tension spiraled higher.
Jimin pressed his hands harder against Jungkook’s thighs, swallowing deeply as the alpha’s cock throbbed, slick and pulsing in his mouth. He knew this was more than just teaching...it was claiming, worship, and devotion all tangled together.
With one last slow, deep suck, Jungkook’s breath hitched and a low growl tore from his chest as he tensed, his hands gripping Jimin’s hair as he knotted and spilled hot release deep into his mouth.
Jimin held his knot gently to keep it protected...swallowing every drop, a flush of pride and love blooming as the taste of his alpha filled him.
When the trembling finally subsided, Jungkook pulled Jimin up, capturing his lips in a fierce, desperate kiss...an unspoken promise of more to come once Jimin healed.
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Jungkook stood tall by the bedroom doorway, every inch the powerful alpha in his sharply tailored black suit. The fabric clung perfectly to his broad shoulders and sculpted torso, the faint sheen of the cloth catching the morning light. His wolf tattoo peeked just above the collar of his shirt...an intricate, fierce black wolf with glowing red eyes howling beneath a crescent moon, the mark of his pack and his claim. It was raw and wild, much like the man himself, and Jimin couldn’t help but steal a glance, heart fluttering with pride and something deeper, something tender.
Jimin lay curled up in the middle of the bed, wrapped in Jungkook’s oversized bathrobe, the softness comforting against his still-sore skin. The heat from the shower still clung to the air, mixing with Jungkook's scent...an aroma that made Jimin’s chest tighten in the best way. He watched quietly as Jungkook’s gaze softened when it settled on him.
“I called the housemaids,” Jungkook said, voice low but firm, cutting through the quiet. “They’re moving all your things in here. Every last one. This is our room now. Yours and mine.”
Jimin’s breath hitched, a rush of warmth spreading through his chest. His lips curved into a shy but excited smile. The idea that Jungkook wanted him closer, to share this space fully, made his pulse race. He pushed himself up slowly, careful of the soreness in his bottom, and shifted onto his knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. His eyes locked onto Jungkook’s, sparkling with hope and a little nervousness.
“Alpha,” Jimin’s voice was soft but earnest, “can I make us a nest? In our bed? Something cozy...safe.”
A deep growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest, low and possessive. He crossed the room in long, confident strides, reaching out to cup Jimin’s face with rough, calloused hands. His thumbs traced the delicate curve of Jimin’s cheek, steadying and claiming all at once. Then, without warning, he crashed his lips onto Jimin’s in a fierce, demanding kiss...hungry and tender at the same time.
When Jungkook pulled back just enough to breathe, his dark eyes were intense, full of promise. “Make the nest however you want, baby. I want it to be a place where you feel safe… where our pups will feel safe too.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed with warmth, but the teasing glint in his eyes grew bolder. “What if I want five pups?” he whispered, a playful challenge lacing his tone as he imagined their future family.
Jungkook’s grin was sharp, almost feral, edged with undeniable devotion. “Then I’ll give you five pups...and we'll have all five in the nest with us.” he promised, voice low and certain, the alpha in him unwavering.
Their lips met again, slow and heated, hands exploring with reverence and urgency. Jungkook’s fingers tangled in Jimin’s hair, pulling him closer, while Jimin’s hands traced the strong planes of Jungkook’s chest, memorizing the feel of him. The quiet room filled with the sound of their breath and whispered promises.
But then, Jungkook pulled away gently, the weight of the day settling back over him. He straightened his jacket, fingers adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with precise, practiced movements. “I have to go to work now,” he said quietly, though there was an edge of reluctance. “But I want you to keep seeing Jin. Keep getting stronger. And don’t forget the ointment for your sore hole.”
Jimin smiled softly, the love and trust shining in his eyes. “I will, Alpha. I promise.”
Jungkook leaned down to press one last kiss to Jimin’s temple...a silent vow that no matter where he went, this was where his heart was. Then, with one last lingering glance, he turned and strode toward the door.
As the door clicked softly closed behind him, Jimin lay back against the pillows, the warmth of belonging flooding him. This was more than a room...it was home. This was forever.
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The room was dark except for the faint glow of a single desk lamp casting long shadows across Alistar’s sharp features. His piercing eyes glinted with fury as the phone buzzed against the cold surface. He snatched it up, voice clipped and impatient. “Speak.”
The informant’s voice came low and urgent through the receiver, a whisper almost lost in static. “Boss... I have news about Jimin.”
Jimin...
His omega has a name.
Alistar’s grip tightened around the phone, nails digging into the smooth metal. “I’m listening.”
“He’s gone into heat. Just recently.”
A slow, cruel smile tugged at Alistar’s lips, but it didn’t touch the fire burning in his eyes. “Go on.”
“There’s more. He has a bite mark...on his neck. Fresh. The mark of Jeon Jungkook.”
For a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. Then, Alistar’s jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might crack. A dark storm of rage surged through him, primal and unrelenting. The mark...his prey, claimed by another alpha.
His voice dropped to a harsh growl, low and deadly. “So the omega officially belongs to that bastard wolf.”
“Yes, boss. Jungkook’s claim is real. And the heat means the bond is stronger than ever.”
Alistar slammed his fist onto the desk with a resonating crack, the force reverberating through the room. The rage was fierce, but beneath it, a cold, calculating resolve took hold.
“The chances of snatching Jimin now?” Alistar’s voice was icy. “Slim to none. Jungkook’s grip is ironclad. Eyes and men everywhere. We’d be walking into a trap.”
He paused, breathing heavy but measured, the mind of a predator sharpening. “But we wait for a moment of weakness. The next time Jimin goes out with Min’s omega…I want my men ready.”
His tone hardened, deadly serious. “Snatch them both. Bring Jimin to me...alive and unharmed. No mistakes. No slip-ups.”
Alistar’s voice dropped even lower, a venomous promise. “If Jungkook thinks he’s the only alpha who can claim what’s mine… he’s wrong. He will learn exactly what happens when you take from me.”
The line went dead, but Alistar remained seated, fingers tapping a slow, menacing rhythm on the desk. His obsession had deepened, and the hunt had only just begun.
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Jimin stepped back into their room, the soft click of the door closing behind him the only sound breaking the quiet. In his hand, he held a small bag...Jin’s ointment nestled inside, a tangible sign of progress and care. His heart felt lighter, almost buoyant, because Jin had given him a clean bill of health. The doctor’s warm smile had lifted some of the weight off his shoulders.
“You’re doing really well,” Jin had said, voice gentle but firm, eyes bright with approval. “You’ve gained ten pounds since the last visit. That’s a great sign. But I want you to gain about twenty more to be safe. Your body needs strength, Jimin.”
Jimin had flushed slightly when Jin handed him the tube for his sore spot, a teasing laugh in the doctor’s voice as he said, “Apply twice a day, and no sex for at least two days.”
The words made Jimin’s chest flutter and cheeks warm, but he nodded earnestly. “Okay, Jin. I will.”
Now, back in the sanctuary of their shared room, Jimin set about creating their nest on the large bed. Pillows were piled high in soft, inviting mounds, blankets layered with deliberate care and precision. The bed began to look like a small fortress of comfort, a safe haven from all the world’s dangers.
He even pulled Jungkook’s shirt from the laundry basket...still carrying that intoxicating alpha scent...and pressed it gently to his cheek, breathing in deeply as if the fabric could ground him, fill him with calm and safety. He arranged it carefully among the blankets and pillows.
Jimin sniffed each pillow and blanket, smoothing here, fluffing there, meticulous to the point of obsession. Every detail mattered. This was more than just comfort...it was a shield, a fortress of softness and scent and warmth, where he could feel protected and cherished.
Unnoticed, Jungkook leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, silently watching. His dark eyes softened at the sight of Jimin’s careful hands and concentrated expression.
When Jimin finally settled back onto the bed with a deep sigh, Jungkook’s voice cut through the stillness...warm and low. “That’s the most beautiful nest I’ve ever seen.”
Jimin’s body tensed slightly, fingers fidgeting with the edge of a blanket. Jungkook’s gaze narrowed with concern as he stepped forward.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked gently.
Jimin looked down, cheeks tinged pink. “Can we get a canopy for the nest?” he whispered. “It needs a canopy so I can feel safe…so our pups can feel safe...like a little cocoon.”
A deep, possessive growl rumbled from Jungkook’s chest. He closed the distance and cupped Jimin’s face in his large hands, pulling him in for a slow, searing kiss that left no doubt who claimed whom.
Jimin pulled back just enough to murmur, “You can’t deny me anything, can you?”
Jungkook grinned, and let out a rumble. “Of course not. But you have to order it online.”
Jungkook’s brow furrowed. “Online?”
Jimin shook his head, cheeks flushing again. “I can’t just buy it without feeling the fabric first. What if it’s rough or itchy? It’d be a waste of money.”
Another low growl escaped Jungkook, this one softer, amused. “Fine. You can go shopping in a few days. And with Hoseok.”
Jimin squealed softly, his face lighting up. He leaned forward, pressing a quick, eager kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Thank you, Alpha.”
He then collapsed back into the soft nest he’d built, sighing deeply. The pillows and blankets surrounded him like a warm embrace. Slowly, he burrowed deeper, shifting and snuggling until the perfect cocoon of softness and scent enveloped him.
Jungkook chuckled quietly, the sound low and fond as he watched his omega settle in. “I just came to check on you,” he said, stepping closer. “Got a health update from Jin. Says you’re doing great. Gaining weight. Healing.”
His eyes shone with pride and something tender. “I’m proud of you.”
Jimin smiled shyly, the weight of love and comfort settling warmly in his chest. “I’m so sleepy…”
Jungkook leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss over Jimin’s lips, then his forehead. “Take a nap. I’ll wake you for dinner.”
“I love you,” Jimin whispered, voice thick with contentment.
“Love you too, baby,” Jungkook murmured softly as he straightened and quietly left the room.
Wrapped in the softness of their nest, Jimin let his eyes close, the faint scent of Jungkook’s shirt and the warmth of their home lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Three days had passed since Jimin's heat.The slow morning light stretched across the bed, casting soft shadows over the tangled sheets and the heat still lingering on their skin. Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, the warmth of Jungkook’s body pressed against his back pulling him from sleep. His alpha’s arms were wrapped possessively around his waist, face buried in the nape of his neck, lips trailing hot, lazy kisses there.
A familiar ache stirred low in Jimin’s belly. Jungkook’s hard length pressed insistently into the small of his back, teasing the sensitive skin, and a soft, needy whimper escaped him.
Jungkook’s breath hitched against Jimin’s neck, his voice a low growl. “You want me, baby?”
Jimin pressed back into him, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair. “Yes… I need you.” His voice trembled, vulnerable and raw.
Jungkook shifted, sliding into him with a slow, deliberate thrust that made Jimin gasp. Every inch stretched and filled him, the heat and tightness wrapping around Jungkook like a second skin. The alpha’s hands gripped Jimin’s hips possessively, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together in a rough rhythm.
Jimin’s scent flared, thick and sweet, his heat bleeding into Jungkook’s skin as they fucked with a desperate hunger born from days apart. Jungkook’s lips found Jimin’s jaw, biting softly, marking him.
“Only mine,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, voice thick with need and something darker...possessiveness, protection, obsession.
Jimin moaned, lost in the storm of sensation. The world shrunk until there was only the slick heat of Jungkook's knot inside him, locking him down...the pounding of their hearts in sync.
When they came down from that high, collapsed and breathless, Jimin turned carefully to face his alpha, his body still humming from the intensity. “Today…Hoseok and I are going to the nest supply store,” he said softly as Jungkook ran his hand up and down his spine. “I want to get a canopy for our nest.”
Jungkook’s hands stilled. “Fuck. I forgot.” His voice was low, wary. "Are you sure you can't just order it online, baby?"
Jimin shook his head, brushing a finger along Jungkook’s jaw. “No, it's best if I can feel it. My omega will go crazy if I can't touch it first.”
The alpha’s eyes darkened as his protective instincts kicked in. He pulled Jimin closer to his chest.“Take both bodyguards. Don't leave their sight.”
Jimin looked down, and bit his lip shyly, "Baby, about the bodyguard with the buzzcut..."
Jungkook grumbled and pulled him closer. “What about him?"
Jimin hesitated, then forced the words out. “Yeah...there’s something about him. The way he looks at me...it’s not just watching out for me. It makes me feel…unsettled. I feel my hackles stand up when I'm around him. He looks at me like...like I’m a thing to be owned, not protected.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Maybe I’m crazy.”
Jungkook’s body tensed instantly. His voice went feral. “Has he touched you? Hurt you in any way?”
“No, alpha” Jimin said quickly, shaking his head. “But his eyes…they follow me too much. It makes me feel disgusting.”
A fierce anger roared in Jungkook’s chest, burning hot and raw. He pressed a desperate, possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple, lips trembling with rage and promise. “I swear, Jimin, I will take care of this. No one will touch you without my say.”
Jimin’s chest tightened with relief and love, the weight of Jungkook’s protection settling over him like armor.
They rose from the bed, bodies still aching with leftover passion. Jungkook started to dress, his mind already racing through possibilities, threats, and plans. He turned to Jimin, voice gruff but tender. “Go ahead downstairs for breakfast. I have some calls to make.”
Jimin leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Hurry down.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened with a promise. “I will, baby.”
Once Jimin was gone, Jungkook dialed Yoongi almost immediately. He gave a quick command. “Take the bodyguard with the buzzcut down to the cellar. I want to chat with him.”
Yoongi’s voice was calm but cautious on the other end. “Everything okay?”
“No,” Jungkook said flatly, anger simmering beneath his words. “He makes Jimin uncomfortable. I want to know why. I'll rip his fucking eyeballs out myself for looking at him.”
“I’ll find him and bring him to you as soon as I can,” Yoongi assured.
"Tell Taehyung to bring his knife collection. It's been awhile since I've let him have some fun."
Jungkook ended the call and ran a hand through his hair, frustration and protectiveness gnawing at him. Downstairs, he found Jimin already seated at the long dining table, the flicker of worry in the omega’s eyes cutting through the morning calm.
Jungkook sat beside him, reaching out to lace their fingers together under the table. The world outside was dangerous, but here, in this moment, they belonged to each other...unbreakable and fiercely guarded.
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The heat of their mating still clung to the air as Yoongi’s knot slowly slipped free from Hoseok’s slick, warm heat. Hoseok lay against him, breath ragged and heart pounding, skin flushed a deep rosy hue. Yoongi’s arms circled protectively around Hoseok’s slender frame, fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns over his back as if trying to memorize every inch.
“You’re mine,” Yoongi murmured, voice low and thick with possessiveness, lips brushing the sensitive skin along Hoseok’s shoulder blade. His scent... sunshine mixed with faint lilies...wrapped around Hoseok like a shield.
Hoseok sighed, melting into the embrace as his alpha's gunpowder and mahogany scent swirled around him . “Always,” he whispered back, his voice still husky from their exertion. “You’re my anchor in this chaos.”
The world outside the room felt miles away, the soft rustle of sheets and their mingled breaths the only sounds. Hoseok’s fingers curled lightly into the muscle of Yoongi’s arms, seeking reassurance in the quiet aftermath.
But then Yoongi’s phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand, the sudden sound slicing through their intimate bubble like a blade. His jaw clenched instinctively. The caller ID flashed: Jungkook.
Yoongi slid his hand out from under Hoseok and grabbed the phone, voice steady but with an undercurrent of tension. “Yeah?”
Jungkook’s tone was clipped, urgent. “Take the bodyguard with the buzzcut down to the cellar. I want to chat with him.”
A flicker of unease passed through Yoongi as his gaze met Hoseok’s, who stiffened beside him, eyes wide and unreadable.
“Everything okay?” Yoongi replied with calm and cautiousness.
“No. He makes Jimin uncomfortable. I want to know why. I'll rip his fucking eyeballs out myself for looking at him.” The alpha growled.
“I’ll find him and bring him to you as soon as I can,” Yoongi assured.
"Tell Taehyung to bring his knife collection. It's been awhile since I've let him have some fun."
After ending the call, Hoseok turned in Yoongi’s arms, his warm breath ghosting over Yoongi’s neck. “I’m going out with Jimin today,” he said softly. “We’re shopping for a canopy for Jimin's nest. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
Yoongi’s brow furrowed, the alpha’s protective instincts flaring sharply. “Take something with you,” he said firmly. “A weapon. Something small you can tuck out of sight.”
Hoseok smiled, the faint curve of his lips filled with affection. “Of course, I will. You worry too much sometimes.”
“I don’t care if I do,” Yoongi grumbled, brushing a stray damp lock of hair from Hoseok’s forehead. “Better safe than sorry.”
Nudging out of the tangled sheets, Hoseok stood, naked and radiant in the morning light streaming through the window. His skin gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, the curve of his hips and the gentle swell of his chest illuminated softly. Yoongi’s eyes lingered, heart aching with love and fierce need.
“I’ll be quick,” Hoseok promised, turning toward the bathroom where the warm water began to run.
As Hoseok stepped into the shower, Yoongi’s mind raced. He couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at his gut. He immediately began calling security, his voice low and commanding as he asked about the buzzcut bodyguard.
“No sign of him since early morning,” came the reply from the head of security.
Yoongi’s grip tightened on his phone, frustration and suspicion rising like a storm. Why would he disappear? What’s he hiding?
Cursing under his breath, Yoongi pulled on a black fitted shirt and a leather jacket, his boots heavy on the polished floor as he stalked through the estate corridors. The shadows seemed darker today, every sound amplified in the quiet halls.
His thoughts sharpened, cold and determined. I won’t let him hurt Jimin. Not on my watch.
Yoongi headed toward the cellar...a cold, dim space beneath the estate where Jungkook kept his collection of tools. Not just tools, but instruments of control and interrogation: brass knuckles worn smooth from use, cold steel pliers gleaming under the single flickering light, ropes, clamps, and other devices designed to break the unbreakable.
Reaching the cellar door, Yoongi found it locked. He tapped his commlink sharply. “Security, open the cellar door. Now.”
The massive steel door groaned open, revealing the dim stairwell leading into shadowed depths. The air hit him as he descended the narrow stairs...a mix of damp stone, oil, and something sharper, more metallic. The walls were lined with hooks and shelves, each holding instruments that told silent stories of power and pain.
Yoongi ran his fingers along the brass knuckles, their weight solid and familiar in his hand. His mind flickered with thoughts of Jungkook’s ruthless protection of his pack...and now, this new threat against Jimin. The buzzcut bodyguard wouldn’t know what hit him.
He checked the pliers next, cold and precise. Every tool was ready, sterilized, and waiting for the moment Jungkook gave the word. Yet Yoongi’s gut churned...this wasn’t just about punishment anymore. It was about guarding their family, about ensuring no one crossed the line again.
His breath was steady but sharp as he lined up a the essentials on the huge metal table...brass knuckles, pliers, ropes...then paused, his thoughts turning to Hoseok. He hoped his mate would be safe out there, shielded from the shadows that lurked beyond their walls.
He allowed himself a brief moment of vulnerability...a soft sigh, a wish whispered silently into the cold air: Please come back to me.
With a final glance around the cellar, Yoongi ascended the stairs, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders but tempered by the fierce love he carried for his pack mates.
Where are you hiding, buzzcut? His thoughts burned, a silent promise of retribution.
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Downstairs in the sleek, dimly lit kitchen, Jimin and Hoseok were gathering their things, the soft hum of the morning filtering in through the large windows. Jimin’s fingers absentmindedly smoothed over the fabric of his jacket, the thought of the shopping trip giving him a flutter of nervous excitement mixed with lingering anxiety. Hoseok moved with his usual calm confidence, double-checking their supplies and quietly reassuring Jimin with a glance.
Suddenly, the sharp sound of footsteps on the stairs made both of them look up. Jungkook appeared in the doorway, his presence like a shadow filling the room. Without a word, he crossed the space with that predator’s grace, capturing Jimin’s face in a possessive, lingering kiss. The world around them seemed to hold its breath.
Jimin’s omega instinct flared with warmth and pride. This was their alpha...strong, unyielding, fiercely protective. The way Jungkook took care of them all made Jimin feel safe, cherished, utterly claimed. Inside, a shy smile bloomed even as his cheeks warmed.
Pulling back just enough to murmur against Jimin’s lips, Jungkook’s voice was low but firm. “I’ve assigned you a different bodyguard. The situation with the bodyguard? I’m taking care of it.”
Jimin nodded, feeling the steady beat of Jungkook’s confidence steady his nerves. The alpha’s scent surrounded him...dark, musky, impossible to resist.
One last kiss, deep and promising, and Jungkook’s voice softened slightly. “Please remember to stay in sight of both bodyguards at all times.”
“I promise,” Jimin said, the words steady despite the fluttering in his chest.
As the two omegas moved toward the door, Jungkook’s eyes lingered on Jimin a moment longer, a silent vow of protection.
Once the door clicked closed behind them, Jungkook’s phone buzzed sharply. He answered, voice clipped but alert. “Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s calm tone came through the line. “I went down to the cellar, made sure all the instruments are ready...brass knuckles, pliers, everything. Clean and sharp.”
Jungkook allowed himself a brief smirk. “Did you give Taehyung a heads up?”
Yoongi chuckled, the sound dark and dry. “I did. You should’ve seen his face...he’s practically bouncing off the walls at the thought of an interrogation. I swear, he’s like a kid at Christmas. He's gonna be in the cellar when we need him.”
Jungkook’s lips twitched at the image of Taehyung eagerly waiting, a ridiculous contrast to the grim purpose of the tools.
Then Yoongi’s voice shifted, darker, tinged with concern. “But Jungkook… we’ve searched everywhere. No one’s seen that bodyguard since early this morning.”
The words hung heavy in Jungkook’s chest, his wolf snarling beneath the surface. That absence was a threat...a puzzle piece missing from a dangerous picture.
“Keep looking,” Jungkook ordered, his voice low and icy. “Don’t let him slip through the cracks.”
The line went dead, leaving Jungkook staring at the silent phone. His mind raced, instincts sharpening. He’s out there somewhere. And if he’s dangerous enough to unsettle Jimin… I will find him. And I will end this.
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The dim glow of Alistar’s office flickered under the harsh overhead light, casting long shadows over the expensive leather furniture and walls lined with weapons and trophies. He lounged in his chair, fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest as his phone buzzed sharply across the desk.
Snapping it open, Alistar’s sharp eyes narrowed as the voice of his informant crackled through the line. “Boss, we’ve got a problem.”
Alistar’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Speak.”
“They’re onto the bodyguard,” the informant said quietly, voice tense. “Jeon and his people. The bodyguard informed us this morning that they’ve been searching...looking for him. They want to have a ‘chat.’ You know what that means in our business. He said he was going to lay low till this is over.”
The room went deathly silent except for Alistar’s cold, slow breath. Fury bubbled beneath his skin, a dark fire igniting in his gut.
“Where’s Jimin now?” Alistar demanded, voice sharp as a blade.
The informant hesitated a moment before replying, “Bodyguard said Jimin was headed out again. Shopping trip. With Min’s omega. To the nesting supplies store.”
A twisted grin spread across Alistar’s face, eyes glinting with malicious delight. The sound of his low, cruel laugh filled the room, echoing off the cold walls.
“Perfect,” he hissed, voice dripping with venom. “He’s delivered himself right into my hands.”
Straightening, Alistar’s mind raced with cold calculation. “Gather three men. One to drive the van, two to grab the omegas as they walk into the store.”
His tone hardened, ice cutting through the warmth of his amusement. “Tell them to kill anyone that gets in their way.”
“Understood, boss,” the informant replied swiftly before the line went dead.
Alistar leaned back, a cruel smile still playing on his lips. His fingers steepled beneath his chin as he whispered to the shadows, “Soon… my omega will be in my arms again.”
The promise hung in the stale air, cold and terrifying as the storm gathering on the horizon.
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Jimin and Hoseok’s laughter mingled softly as they stepped up to the entrance of the nesting supplies store. The sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees outside, casting dappled shadows over their faces. Jimin adjusted the strap of his bag, his eyes sparkling with excitement over the canopy choices they planned to explore, while Hoseok smiled warmly, his hand gently resting on Jimin’s lower back.
“Ready to pick out something beautiful for the nest?” Hoseok asked, voice light.
Jimin giggled, nodding. “Yeah. It’s going to be perfect.”
But then, without warning, the quiet hum of the day shattered.
A white van screeched to a halt just behind them, its engine roaring like a beast awakened. The sliding door slammed open, and two figures dressed entirely in black, masked from head to toe, leapt out with lethal precision. Their eyes, visible through dark lenses, glinted cold and merciless.
Jimin froze, heart pounding, the blood draining from his face.
“No!” His scream tore through the air as the men charged forward, weapons raised and ready.
Jimin's bodyguards instinctively moved to shield them, hands reaching for guns. But before they could react fully, the two masked men opened fire with brutal efficiency...shots echoing sharply in the street.
A sickening crack, then silence.
Jimin’s world exploded in chaos as one bodyguard dropped, a spray of blood and brains splattering across Jimin’s jacket and face. His scream caught in his throat, raw terror flooding his senses.
Instinctively, Hoseok yanked a slim knife from his boot, the blade catching the light as he swung fiercely at the nearest attacker. His movements were sharp and desperate, fighting with every ounce of strength.
But the other masked man didn’t hesitate. He lunged at Jimin, hands like iron clamping onto the omega’s arms and dragging him toward the van.
Jimin struggled fiercely, claws scrabbling at the attacker’s face. He bit down hard on the man’s hand, tasting bitter sweat and leather.
A heavy blow crashed into Jimin’s temple, sending a flash of white pain before darkness pulled at the edges of his vision.
Even as he slipped into unconsciousness, Jimin caught the horrific sight of Hoseok being overwhelmed, his body falling to the ground and then lifted by the second masked man.
The world tilted violently as they were both thrown into the back of the van, cold metal walls closing in.
Jimin’s last coherent thought before the darkness swallowed him whole was a whispered prayer, desperate and raw:
My alpha…
Chapter 9
Summary:
Jungkook and Yoongi find out that Jimin and Hoseok have been taken. Soon as they find out who, they gather the pack and go hunting.
Notes:
Guys, this chapter is full of violence, blood, gore and brutality. Please be mindful of the tags. I would hate to trigger anyone.
Also, Taehyung is a bit of a psychopath, but it works in this universe lol.
This is a long chapter.
Enjoy.🩷
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Chapter Text
The war room was heavy with tension, the kind that made every man in it razor-edged and trigger-ready. Jungkook sat at the head of the long table, Yoongi to his right, Taehyung and Namjoon flanking the other side. Maps, weapons, and half-drunk glasses of whiskey littered the surface between them. The sudden slam of the double doors bursting open made the entire table whip around in unison...four sets of hands snapping to holsters, guns raised before thought even caught up.
The air was taut with the metallic tang of adrenaline, barrels trained on the figure in the doorway… until recognition hit. The man stumbled forward...one of Jimin’s assigned bodyguards...his suit jacket soaked with blood down one arm and side. The crimson gleam made every instinct scream “fatal,” but Jungkook’s eyes were already dissecting the wound and seeing it wasn’t immediately life-ending. Guns lowered, but not entirely; the rage in the room didn’t dissipate so easily.
His breathing came in ragged, wet pulls, and there was a tremor in his voice when he spoke, “Boss...! The omegas...gunfire...white van...”
For a heartbeat, Jungkook didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
The world narrowed to a single, ringing point of silence in his skull.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The word wasn’t thought...it was instinct, raw and primal, howled from the marrow of his bones
The next second, the fuse inside him caught.
The heavy oak table in front of him went over in one violent shove, glass and porcelain shattering against the floor in a spray that made the men in the room flinch back. The sound was sharp, but his voice was sharper.
“WHO.”
Not a question...a demand, guttural and inhuman, like something that belonged in a forest at night with blood on its teeth.
“WHO TOOK THEM?!”
The guard flinched, but his voice broke through the chaos. “Moonfang...Alistar’s men...a white van...came out of nowhere...” His breathing hitched. “I noticed the guy driving... before I got shot...he's one of Alistar Petrov's security men.”
The temperature in the room plummeted.
Jungkook’s vision tunneled, the war room dissolving into red haze. His omega was out there, in enemy hands...or worse. The thought slammed into him like a bullet to the chest. His pulse roared in his ears, primal rage curling in his gut, spilling into every muscle.
Yoongi’s reaction was pure predator. His eyes sharpened to slits, every ounce of civility stripped away. He leaned forward on the table, both hands splayed, knuckles pressing into the polished wood. “I’ll gut them alive,” he whispered, and it didn’t sound like a threat. It sounded like a vow.
Namjoon’s mouth was a tight line, his hand resting heavy on his gun as if ready to start the killing now. Taehyung’s expression was ice, but his finger tapped once, twice, against his thigh...a tic he only had when his instincts were screaming for blood.
“They… they shot us...me and the other guard. He didn't make it...” the man stammered, eyes darting between the two alphas. “One was dragging Jimin...he fought him...he hit Jimin... Wearing masks...”
That was all he managed before Jungkook was on him. His hand clamped around the man’s throat, pinning him to the wall so hard the plaster cracked.
“You had one job,” Jungkook growled, the words vibrating with lethal intent. His grip tightened, forcing a choked gasp from the man. “One. Job. To keep him safe. And you...couldn’t...even...”
The rest dissolved into a snarl that rattled the air. He released the guard with a shove that left the man stumbling, clutching at his throat.
Jungkook picked up a chair and threw it, the sound of metal on marble echoing like a gunshot. His gun was in his hand again, but this time it was aimed at the faceless bastards who dared touch what was his.
Inside his head, there was no strategy, no politics...just the instinct to hunt, to destroy, to take back what was his no matter the body count.
Yoongi’s lips pulled back in something that wasn’t a smile. “Get the cellar ready,” he told no one in particular, already walking out. His voice was so cold it burned. “We’re going to need the pliers.”
Jungkook didn’t even wait for the room to clear before barking orders. “Gear up. Ten minutes. Anyone not ready, I’ll leave you behind.”
The war room exploded into motion, but under the chaos was one unshakable truth: the Nocturne Syndicate wasn’t going to war.
They were going hunting.
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The heavy steel door to the cellar groaned loudly as Jungkook and Yoongi pushed it open, stepping into the dim, cavernous space beneath the mansion. The air was thick with the cold scent of metal and oil, faintly tinged with something darker...a history of violence etched into every cracked concrete wall and shadowed corner.
Rows upon rows of weapons were meticulously arranged on racks: gleaming brass knuckles that caught the weak light like promises of broken bones, thick leather ropes coiled tightly and hanging ready, pliers with blunt edges stained from past use, serrated knives that glinted wickedly, and an assortment of chains and blunt instruments whose sole purpose was to inflict pain.
Jungkook’s breath hitched slightly, the cool air filling his lungs but doing nothing to steady the storm raging beneath his skin. His fingers closed tightly around a pair of heavy brass knuckles, the cold metal pressing firmly into his palm...solid, unyielding, like the promise he made to himself and his omega. His wolf stirred, coiling tighter beneath his skin, a low growl vibrating deep in his mind. Every muscle tensed, every nerve screamed in anticipation of the hunt to come. Blood. Fire. Revenge.
Yoongi moved beside him with practiced precision, his movements deliberate and calm, a sharp contrast to the tempest inside Jungkook. He checked the edges of his knives, loaded pistols with silent expertise, and arranged his tools with surgical focus. Yet, in his eyes, a savage light flickered...a rage barely contained beneath the surface, ready to erupt at the first scent of their prey.
Glancing over at Jungkook, Yoongi’s voice was low and fierce, almost a vow whispered in the darkness:
“We don’t let them touch what’s ours. We tear them apart, limb by limb, until they regret ever crossing us.”
The heavy cellar door slammed shut behind them as Namjoon and Taehyung stepped inside.
Namjoon’s face was grim, his dark eyes scanning the weapons with cold calculation as he selected a pump action shot-gun.
Taehyung’s entrance was different. He cracked his knuckles slowly, deliberately, a wild grin creeping over his face, eyes glittering with a strange, hungry light. He ran a fingertip along the edge of a serrated knife, then flicked it open with a sharp click. His voice was a low, rough whisper, rough with dark delight:
“This? This is going to be fun...and messy. So so messy.”
Jungkook’s eyes flicked to him, unamused but aware. Taehyung’s psychotic thrill was a dangerous weapon...unpredictable, yes, but also a brutal edge the Syndicate needed.
Jungkook’s eyes burned with determination, the fire within him now fully ignited.
“Good. Let it get messy.”
Without hesitation, the four men began arming themselves...a synchronized dance of death. No hesitation. No mercy. Only cold, calculated vengeance.
Outside, the city remained oblivious, its pulse steady and unaware of the storm gathering in the shadows...a storm hungry to rend flesh and spill blood in the name of the Nocturne Syndicate’s alpha and his pack.
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Jimin’s eyes snapped open with a strangled gasp as a splash of icy water slammed against his face, cutting through the fog of unconsciousness like a jagged blade. His skin prickled, cold droplets running down his cheek, and his throat burned raw from the sudden shock.
Blurry shapes hovered above him, masked faces twisting into cruel smiles in the harsh glare of the flickering fluorescent light. His body protested, weak and tethered...his wrists and ankles bound tightly to the wooden arms and legs of a cold, unforgiving chair.
Turning his head slightly, panic flared when his gaze landed on Hoseok, slumped and unconscious, restrained in the same way just a few feet away. The knot in his stomach twisted tighter.
“Who… who are you? What do you want?” His voice trembled, raw from disuse but desperate for answers, for some scrap of mercy.
The men shared a look, their eyes gleaming with dark amusement before one sneered, voice dripping with malice. “You think you get to ask questions, omega? You’re just a plaything to us now.”
Jimin swallowed hard, heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it might burst through his chest. But then his nose flared, the unmistakable scent cutting through the stale room like a knife...black licorice, sickly sweet and nauseating.
His breath hitched.
The door creaked open behind the men, and a shadow filled the doorway.
Alistar stepped inside, slow and deliberate, every movement radiating dominance and menace. The air around him carried that same cloying licorice scent...twisted and familiar.
Jimin’s body seized up, memories crashing down like a tidal wave...the sterile, suffocating heat room, the overpowering scent, the way Alistar had loomed over him like a dark god ready to devour. The fear, the shame, the helplessness...all flooding back at once.
Before he could stop himself, his stomach clenched violently. He heaved, bile rising uncontrollably as he puked onto the cold concrete floor.
Alistar’s lips curved into a cruel, triumphant smile, eyes cold and merciless as they flicked over Jimin’s trembling form.
“Well, well,” he purred, voice silk laced with venom, “my precious omega remembers me after all. You belong to me now.”
Jimin’s chest tightened, breath shallow and ragged. His wrists burned from the ropes, his legs numb, but it was the terror beneath his skin that clenched him the most.
Hoseok remained limp in his chair, a helpless weight nearby, and Jimin knew if he couldn’t fight, the nightmare would only deepen.
Jimin’s chest rose and fell in uneven, ragged breaths, his lungs burning as adrenaline and pain surged through his body. The ropes bit cruelly into his wrists and ankles, raw skin stinging where the coarse fibers pressed deep, but inside him, a fire was building...fierce, unyielding, defiant.
Alistar loomed over him, the sickly-sweet licorice scent thick in the stale air, curling around Jimin’s senses like a poisonous fog. His cold, merciless eyes locked onto Jimin’s with predatory delight, fingers tracing a mocking, slow path across Jimin’s trembling cheek.
“You remember that night, don’t you?” Alistar’s voice was a low, dangerous purr, venom dripping from every word. “The heat house. The omega who thought he could hide from me. So fragile, so broken. You belong beneath me.”
Jimin jerked his head away, fury igniting in his chest. His gaze flicked to Hoseok, slumped and unconscious in the chair beside him, a fierce protectiveness roaring to life despite the terror twisting inside.
“You’ll never take him,” Jimin spat, voice trembling but fierce. “You can’t...”
Alistar’s cruel laughter echoed through the cold room like a death knell. “You’ll learn your place soon enough, omega. You’ll bow.”
Jimin swallowed hard, bile rising sharply, but he forced his breath steady, his wolf growling low and fierce beneath his skin. Then, meeting Alistar’s gaze with unflinching fire, he spoke with icy steel cutting through the fear.
“My alpha is coming for me,” Jimin said, voice sharp as a blade. “And when he does…” His lips curled into a vicious, almost manic smile. “…he’s going to FUCK. YOU. UP.”
Without hesitation, he spat squarely into Alistar’s face, the warm wetness shocking against his skin.
For a tense moment, silence swallowed the room. Then Alistar chuckled...a dark, sinister sound...as he slowly wiped the spit from his cheek, eyes glittering with cruel amusement.
“You insolent omega.”
Before Jimin could react, Alistar’s fist swung hard and fast, smashing into Jimin’s mouth with brutal force.
Pain exploded in a fiery bloom across Jimin’s jaw, sharp and burning. Blood spattered onto his chin, mixing with the sweat and grime on his face.
Despite the shock, Jimin let out a raw, ragged chuckle...a wild, desperate sound that echoed through the stale room like a challenge.
“That’s all you’ve got?” he taunted hoarsely, blood thick on his tongue but spirit unbroken.
Alistar’s eyes blackened, shadows writhing in their depths like something feral straining to tear free. His lip curled, a growl rumbling from deep in his chest, low and venomous. “You will learn to bow before me,” he snarled, each word dripping with the promise of pain.
Jimin’s laugh sliced through the tension...ragged, wild, and threaded with something that mocked the very idea of submission. It was the laugh of someone staring into the jaws of a beast and daring it to bite.
“I’m the mate of Jeon Jungkook,” he hissed, every syllable trembling not with fear, but with a burning, unshakable conviction. “The Alpha of the Nocturne Syndicate. I bow to no man… and no wolf… but my mate.” His voice dropped to a deadly whisper, as if delivering a curse. “And he will come for me.”
His eyes locked onto Alistar’s with a predator’s stillness, unblinking. “You want to know how I know?” A faint, chilling smile curved his lips. “Because I am the pulse in his veins… the air in his lungs… the blood on his teeth when he rips you apart. I am the mother of his future heirs. You have touched what is his…” He leaned forward, voice quiet, final. “And for that, he will make you wish for death long before he grants it.”
Jimin let the silence stretch until it suffocated the air between them, his gaze burning into Alistar’s soul like hot iron. Then, with deliberate calm, he added, “Before this is over… it will be you on your knees, bowing before me.”
The words hung in the air like the tolling of a funeral bell...an omen, dark and absolute, in the suffocating shadow between them.
For a flicker of a second, Alistar’s cruel expression faltered...an unreadable mixture of fury and grudging respect flashing across his features...before he stepped back, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s defiant form.
Jimin’s body throbbed with pain, his lips swollen and bleeding, but inside, his fire roared louder than ever...unyielding, untamed, and ready to fight for every breath, every heartbeat.
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The message hit Jungkook’s comm like a thunderclap: coordinates pinpointing the cold, desolate warehouse by the docks. The place reeked of rust, salt, and rot...a forgotten carcass in the city’s underbelly.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his wolf snarling beneath his skin, claws unsheathed and ready to tear through anything that stood in their way. There was no mercy for the ones who dared touch his omega and mate.
“Gear up,” Jungkook barked, voice low and brutal. “We’re storming the place.”
The convoy slid to a silent halt behind rusted containers, shadows pooling like ink around the rusted skeleton of the warehouse. The night air was thick with tension...every breath tasted like iron and death.
Taehyung cracked his knuckles, lips curling into a manic grin as he slung a combat knife from his belt and loaded his pistol with a ruthless precision. “Let’s bleed them dry.”
Namjoon nodded, calm and steady as always, the sharp scent of sage grounding the chaos. “Breach points secure. Ready on your command.”
Yoongi’s gaze was icy steel, his pistol gleaming in the moonlight, blade at the ready. “No mistakes.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, senses sharpening ...distant footsteps, muffled voices, the faintest scent of sweat and fear. His wolf rumbled, a growl like distant thunder.
“On my mark…breach.”
The warehouse door shattered under Jungkook’s brutal kick, sending splinters flying like deadly shards into the stale air. The room exploded into chaos...shouted orders, the crack of gunfire, and the wet, sickening thud of brass knuckles meeting flesh.
Taehyung lunged forward with a savage grin, eyes wild and shining with feral delight. His combat knife gleamed cold and sharp under the flickering warehouse lights as he moved like a shadow...silent, swift, and merciless.
With a cruel precision, he sliced a throat open, the wet, choking sound of a ragged breath cutting off mid-gasp filling the air. Blood spurted in a dark fountain, splattering Taehyung’s arms and face, but his smile never wavered...instead, it widened, twisted by a psychotic hunger for the kill.
He turned with fluid grace, plunging the blade into another attacker’s side, twisting it cruelly while the man gurgled and fell. Taehyung’s laughter was a low, chilling sound, almost gleeful as he danced through the carnage, leaving a trail of crimson in his wake.
Nearby, Namjoon was the opposite...calm, deadly efficient. His strikes were clean and precise, snapping bones and silencing threats with swift, brutal authority.
Yoongi’s pistol barked sharp and cold, each bullet finding its mark with surgical accuracy, cutting down foes before they could react. His voice cut through the chaos, steady and commanding. “Cover the east wing. Sweep for hostiles.”
Jungkook was a storm made flesh...blood, muscle, and unrelenting rage. His blade flashed, his fists cracked bone, and his teeth bared in something far too savage to be called a snarl. Every movement was lethal, every strike designed to end.
And then...through the chaos...he saw him.
Jimin.
Tied to a chair in the far corner, rope biting into his wrists, blood trickling from his lip. His body was battered, but his chin was lifted, eyes locked on Jungkook like he’d known all along he would come. Beside him, Hoseok hung limp, unconscious but breathing.
The sight ripped a sound from Jungkook’s chest...deep, primal, and loud enough to make the air vibrate.
“JIMIN!”
The roar cracked through the warehouse like a gunshot, freezing enemies mid-step. A few glanced toward the omega in the corner...and paid for it with their lives. Jungkook’s movements turned brutal, almost inhuman, as he tore through the line of men between them. His kills were fast, efficient, but soaked in fury...bone snapping under his grip, blades sliding between ribs without hesitation.
The metallic tang of blood thickened in the air, mixing with the sound of agony and rage until it became a savage symphony, the Nocturne Syndicate cutting down anyone foolish enough to still be standing.
When the last body hit the floor, silence fell...heavy, absolute, broken only by the ragged breathing of survivors and the slow drip of blood onto cracked concrete.
Jungkook was already there, dropping to his knees beside Jimin. His knife flashed once, slicing through the ropes with shaking hands.
Jimin’s face was streaked with sweat and blood, his lips split, bruises blossoming across pale skin...but his eyes burned with unyielding fire.
“I told him my alpha would come for me,” Jimin rasped, voice hoarse but fierce.
Jungkook pulled him into his arms, crushing him to his chest, voice raw with possessive relief. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s. “No one will ever touch you again. I’ve got you."
Jungkook stood, blood dripping from cuts on his face, chest heaving as the fight’s fury slowly ebbed. His gaze swept the warehouse...silent now except for the shallow breaths of his pack and the faint drip of blood onto concrete.
He turned to Yoongi and Namjoon. “Secure the perimeter. No one leaves.”
Yoongi nodded, already moving to check on Hoseok, who remained unconscious but stable.
The warehouse felt like it contracted around them, the stale air thick with tension and the metallic tang of blood. Shadows clung to every corner as Jungkook’s eyes burned with fierce determination, piercing through the darkness in search of Alistar. The scent of black licorice hung heavily...a sick reminder that the man who had tormented his mate was close.
A cold, mocking laugh sliced through the silence, chilling Jungkook’s blood. From the shadows stepped Alistar, his smirk cruel, eyes gleaming with venomous amusement. The bastard wore arrogance like armor, but beneath it, Jungkook could smell the fear...the fear of a wolf cornered.
“Well, well,” Alistar sneered, voice dripping with disdain. “Jeon Jungkook, the mighty alpha of the Nocturne Syndicate. Here to save your precious omega?”
Jungkook’s wolf snarled deep in his chest, muscles coiling like a predator about to strike. “You hurt my mate. You hurt my pack. That’s the last mistake you’ll ever make.” His voice was a low growl, laden with promise and menace.
Alistar’s smirk faltered, replaced by a dangerous gleam. Without warning, he lunged forward, claws flashing like deadly knives in the dim light.
Jungkook met him with primal fury, the two alphas colliding in a brutal storm of snarls, fists, and teeth. Brass knuckles met flesh with sickening thuds; each strike a battle for dominance, each growl a declaration of war.
They crashed against crates and rusted metal, the warehouse shaking with the force of their rage. Jungkook’s heart thundered not from exertion but from a fierce need to protect, to punish. His vision blurred with adrenaline and fury, every blow fueled by the image of Jimin’s defiant eyes and Hoseok’s vulnerable form.
Alistar managed a vicious swipe that drew blood across Jungkook’s cheek, the sting igniting a deeper rage. When the fight reached its crescendo, Jungkook roared a primal, guttural sound and slammed Alistar down onto the cold concrete floor. Pinning him beneath his weight, Jungkook’s hands immediately sought rough rope from a nearby crate. With ruthless efficiency, he bound Alistar’s wrists tight, the coarse fibers cutting into the alpha’s skin.
Leaning down close, Jungkook’s voice was low, icy, and lethal. “You’ve made one hell of a mistake crossing me. I’ve got something very special planned for you back in my cellar. You’re going to regret every second of this.”
Alistar glared up at him, a flicker of defiance in his eyes, but Jungkook’s grip tightened, a silent warning that resistance was useless.
From the shadows, Namjoon stepped forward, his calm authority a stark contrast to the savage scene. “I’ll take him back,” he said firmly, nodding at the bound alpha.
Jungkook rose, wiping blood and sweat from his face, and gestured toward the waiting SUVs outside. Namjoon moved swiftly, hauling Alistar to his feet and escorting him through the shattered warehouse doors. The night air was cold, carrying the distant sound of waves crashing against the docks.
Back inside, Jungkook’s gaze returned to his pack...Jimin’s fragile but fierce presence, Hoseok’s unconscious form...and the unyielding bond that held them all together. The fight wasn’t over. Not yet.
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The warehouse’s harsh overhead lights cast long shadows as the fight’s adrenaline drained from the pack, leaving behind a heavy, aching silence. Jungkook’s arms wrapped protectively around Jimin, holding him close despite the bruises and cuts marring his fragile form. Every inch of Jimin’s body bore the evidence of torment...the split lips, the dark bruises blooming across his skin...but his spirit still blazed defiantly beneath the pain. Jungkook’s heart clenched, torn between relief and fury.
Yoongi crouched beside Hoseok, whose unconscious form lay on the ground now, a deep gash on his temple oozing dark crimson. His breath was shallow but steady. Yoongi’s fingers were steady as he pressed a clean cloth against the wound, eyes sharp and calculating even in this moment of vulnerability.
Just then, Jin arrived, the trusted in-house physician, carrying a heavy medical bag filled with supplies. His calm presence was a balm against the storm of emotions swirling around them.
“Pressure here,” Jin said quietly, nodding at Yoongi as he took over the wound care with practiced precision. “Hoseok’s stable, but he needs rest and constant monitoring. No complications yet, but a concussion is possible.”
Jungkook kept his gaze locked on Jimin’s face as the omega leaned into his chest, drawing strength from the steady beat of Jungkook’s heart. The smell of his mate...soft, fragile, but unmistakably his...grounded Jungkook, reminding him why he fought so fiercely.
The room hummed with quiet tension. Namjoon and Taehyung patrolled the perimeter, their senses alert. Taehyung’s usual manic energy had dimmed to a simmering vigilance, his eyes scanning every shadow with a predator’s focus.
“We hold the perimeter tight,” Namjoon said in a low voice. “No one in or out without our say.”
Jungkook’s voice was raw but resolute as he whispered to Jimin, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along the bruised skin. “You’re safe now. I swear, no one will ever hurt you again.”
Jimin’s lips trembled as tears slipped free, but he held onto Jungkook’s warmth, the solid presence anchoring him back from the edge of despair.
The pack gathered closer, a living fortress of loyalty and love forged in blood and fire. In that moment, surrounded by the faces of those who would fight and bleed for each other, the fractures of the night’s terror began to mend.
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The sleek black SUVs rolled silently up the long driveway of the Nocturne Syndicate mansion, the sprawling fortress nestled deep in the city’s shadows. Inside, the tension was thick, every step heavy with exhaustion and the weight of what they’d just endured.
In Jin’s clinic, the sterile white walls felt cold against the raw emotions swirling in the room. Hoseok lay pale and still on the narrow bed, his temple wrapped carefully in bandages. The dark bruise there was a stark contrast to his usual bright, warm presence. Yoongi sat rigid beside him, eyes sharp and unblinking as he kept a protective vigil, his fingers brushing Hoseok’s damp hair softly as if willing him to wake.
Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Jimin, who stood with jaw set stubbornly, shoulders tight despite the obvious bruises mottling his skin. “You need to get checked out, too” Jungkook said, voice thick with worry.
Jimin shook his head, voice quiet but firm. “I’m fine, alpha. Just some bruises. I'll heal. I just want to shower… and climb into my nest with you.”
Jungkook’s muscles tensed, his alpha instincts screaming to insist...but the fierce determination in Jimin’s eyes melted his resistance. “Alright. Let’s go.”
The mansion’s warm water cascaded down in thick sheets, washing away the grime, sweat, and blood that clung to their skin. Jungkook’s large hands moved with a tender urgency over Jimin’s bruised body, fingers tracing every darkened welt and healing cut. Each touch was gentle, reverent, as if trying to erase the pain the world had inflicted on his omega.
Jimin leaned into Jungkook’s hands, eyes closed, lips parted slightly in quiet surrender. His fingers trembled as they found Jungkook’s own fresh scratches, sliding over the taut muscles of his chest and arms, returning the favor. The steam swirled thick around them, a hazy veil shielding their vulnerability.
Jungkook’s voice cracked low, thick with emotion. “I was so scared… I thought I was going to lose you.”
Jimin opened his eyes, searching his alpha’s face, fierce and shining with raw love. “You won’t. I’m yours. Always.”
That promise broke something open in Jungkook. His mouth captured Jimin’s in a desperate, claiming kiss, teeth grazing lips, tongues tangling as the water washed over them. His hands roamed lower, cupping Jimin’s soft ass, pulling him flush against Jungkook’s hard length.
Jimin gasped, arching back against the cold tile wall, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s wet hair. Jungkook’s fingers found his slippery wet hole, sliding his finger around his slick to stroke the heated, sensitive skin. The omega shuddered, breath hitching. Jungkook reached down and lifted Jimin up in his arms, the omegas thighs wrapping automatically around his waist.
With careful, possessive pressure, Jungkook’s cock pressed against Jimin’s slick hole, the promise of union sparking between them. When Jungkook slid inside, slow and deep, Jimin’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.
The steam thickened, muffling their sounds...moans, gasps, whispered names...as they fucked against the shower wall, Jungkook’s hands holding Jimin close, as if afraid to let him go.
Their bodies slick and trembling, they rode the wave of release together, Jungkook knotting deep inside Jimin, holding him tight as they spilled into trembling aftershocks.
When the water finally cooled, Jungkook gently dried them both, his hands lingering on the bruised, battered skin he worshipped. He slipped a soft white t-shirt over Jimin, the fabric loose and comforting, then carefully slid a pair of Jimin’s delicate lace panties up his legs.
Jungkook slid on a pair of boxer briefs, and took Jimin’s hand, leading him to their nest...the soft bed where they belonged.
They curled into each other, bodies pressed close in a cocoon of warmth and whispered promises. “I love you,” Jungkook murmured, voice rough with feeling.
“I love you,” Jimin breathed back, fingers tracing lazy circles on Jungkook’s chest as sleep claimed them both.
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The dark room was still except for the low buzz of Jungkook’s phone vibrating sharply against the nightstand. His eyes snapped open, heart pounding. Grabbing the phone, he answered, voice low and sharp.
“Speak.”
Yoongi’s voice was tense but steady. “We’ve got him...the bodyguard who was working for Alistar. He’s in custody now. What do you want me to do with him?”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, anger flickering behind his calm.
There was a brief pause before Yoongi’s voice came again, waiting for the command. “It’s your call.”
Jungkook’s mind raced, images of betrayal and pain flashing through his thoughts. Finally, his voice was cold and decisive. “Throw him in the cellar with Alistar, but keep them separated. I’ll deal with them both tomorrow."
The line went dead.
Jungkook sat back, the fury coiling tight in his chest, every muscle taut with rage. He stewed silently in the dark...until a soft, desperate whimper broke through the silence.
“Jungkook…”
His omega’s voice, fragile and small, called from beside him. The feral edge melted away in an instant.
He reached out, pulling Jimin close, wrapping his arms around him, and holding him tight.
“Shh, I’m here. I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, voice rough but filled with fierce love.
Jimin’s breathing slowed, the tension fading as Jungkook cuddled him back to sleep, the world outside forgotten for now...but the promise of protection burning brighter than ever.
Chapter 10
Summary:
It's time for Alistar to pay the piper.
Notes:
Whew! This is a really brutal chapter. It contains very graphic scenes of torture. Again, please pay attention to the tags because this chapter contains a lot of blood, violence and gore.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The first thing Jimin registered when he woke was the heavy warmth pressed along his spine...his alpha’s chest, solid and steady, his arm slung low over Jimin’s waist. Jungkook was still deep in sleep, his breathing slow, lips ghosting over the back of Jimin’s neck.
Then it hit him...a sudden wave of nausea so strong it made his eyes fly open.
He barely had time to think before he was shoving Jungkook’s arm off and scrambling out of bed. His bare feet hit the cold floor and he bolted for the bathroom, heart in his throat.
The sudden movement yanked Jungkook from sleep like a gunshot. Years of instinct had his hand under the pillow, fingers curling around the cold steel of his pistol before his eyes were even fully open. He was on his feet in a second, gun raised toward the bedroom door...until the sharp, ugly sound of retching carried from the bathroom.
His pulse was still pounding when he shoved the safety back on and set the weapon aside, striding quickly to the bathroom.
Jimin was on his knees, body curled over the toilet as another violent heave wracked his small frame. Jungkook dropped down behind him without hesitation, one big hand gathering the soft strands of Jimin’s hair and holding them back from his face.
“Easy, baby… breathe,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep but laced with concern.
Jimin gagged again, emptying what little was in his stomach until nothing but dry heaves came. His shoulders trembled with the effort. When it was finally over, he reached forward to flush the toilet with a weak push, then sagged back into Jungkook’s chest, breathing hard. He pressed a wad of tissue to his mouth, the paper crumpling in his fist.
Jungkook’s palm rubbed slow circles over his sternum, grounding him. “We’re getting Jin to look at you,” he said immediately, his tone leaving little room for argument.
Jimin shook his head without even lifting it from Jungkook’s chest. “No… I’m okay. It’s nothing like that.” His voice was hoarse, the words broken by small breaths. “It’s just… that scent. That black licorice. It’s still in my sinuses. I can’t...” he swallowed hard, shuddering. “It makes me sick.”
The mention of Alistar’s scent made Jungkook’s jaw tighten. He wanted to push the issue, but the stubborn set of Jimin’s shoulders told him he’d dig in if pressed. So Jungkook forced himself to nod, even though he wasn’t convinced.
“Alright,” he said, softer now, brushing his lips over Jimin’s temple. “But you’re laying back down for a bit.”
Jimin gave a faint smile and shook his head again. “No. I’m… actually feeling a lot better now.”
Jungkook studied him for another beat before finally helping him to his feet. They showered together, the warm water sluicing away the last traces of cold sweat clinging to Jimin’s skin. Jungkook lathered Jimin’s hair for him, gentle fingers massaging his scalp until Jimin’s eyes drifted half-shut. They brushed their teeth side by side afterward, Jimin rinsing his mouth twice just to banish the ghost of that hated scent.
By the time they sat down at the small dining table, the morning sun was spilling through the windows, turning the steam from the tea into pale ribbons in the air. Jungkook had piled the table high with food...eggs, bacon, fresh fruit...but Jimin kept his plate light, taking only a piece of toast with a thin spread of butter and a steaming cup of tea.
“You need more than that,” Jungkook said, brow furrowing.
Jimin shook his head, sipping from the cup. “Later. I’ll eat more later. Just… not right now.”
Jungkook let it slide, but only barely, watching every bite Jimin took.
When the toast was gone, Jimin leaned back in his chair, eyes on Jungkook. “So,” he asked quietly, “what’s the plan for today? With Alistar. And the bodyguard.”
Jungkook didn’t sugarcoat it...didn’t see the point. His gaze was dark, unwavering. “Make them suffer. Slowly.”
Something flickered in Jimin’s eyes. Not fear. Not hesitation. Something darker. “Good,” he said, voice low but steady. “I want to be there when he takes his last breath.”
The heat in Jungkook’s blood surged instantly. The look in Jimin’s eyes...the steel, the vengeance...twisted something deep inside him until all he could think about was taking. Claiming. Keeping.
The scrape of his chair against the floor was sharp in the quiet kitchen. He was on Jimin in two strides, one hand gripping the back of his neck as he bent down to crush their mouths together. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a collision...all teeth, all hunger. Jimin gasped into it, his hands fisting in Jungkook’s shirt as the alpha’s tongue pushed into his mouth like he owned every inch.
When Jungkook finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his pupils blown wide. “You have no idea what you do to me, omega,” he growled, low enough that it was almost a threat.
Jimin only smirked, licking his swollen bottom lip. “I think I do.”
Leaning down, Jungkook pressed a firm, lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips, the kind that spoke of promises...of protection, of vengeance, of love twisted deep with fire.
“I’ll see you in a little while,” Jungkook murmured against his mouth, his breath warm and steady.
Jimin smiled, the faint curve of his lips softening the sharp edges of the morning. “Be careful,” he whispered back.
Jungkook’s fingers curled tightly around Jimin’s wrist. “Always.”
With one last look, Jungkook turned toward the door, the weight of what was coming settling like steel in his chest.
It was time for Alistar to pay the piper.
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The mansion’s shadows were long and heavy as Jungkook made his way down to the cellar. Every step echoed in the narrow stone corridor, the air growing colder, thicker with the scent of damp and old concrete. His mind was a storm of fury and focus...every muscle taut, every breath measured.
Ahead, the cellar doors loomed, guarded by the thick silence of waiting vengeance. Jungkook’s fingers brushed along the cool metal of his sidearm before he slipped it back into its holster. This fight was going to be different...raw and personal.
There, hanging from a thick iron chain suspended from the ceiling, was Alistar. His wrists bound tightly, the chain looping around his wrists and secured above, forcing him to dangle just above the rough concrete floor. His body was bruised and bloodied, the harsh marks of recent punishment stark against his pale skin.
Alistar’s head lolled slightly, eyes blazing with spite even as the chains bit into his flesh. A faint, cruel smirk tugged at his cracked lips.
Jungkook’s gaze burned into him as he stepped closer, each footfall deliberate and heavy.
“You’re going to hang there until I’m done with you,” Jungkook said coldly, voice slicing through the stale air like a blade. “And believe me, I have plans that’ll make sure you never forget who owns you now.”
Behind Jungkook, the bodyguard sat shackled against the wall, muscles tense but resigned, his eyes flicking between Jungkook and the suspended alpha.
Namjoon lingered near the door, watching quietly, ready for whatever came next.
Jungkook’s fist clenched. The dark promise of retribution pulsed in his veins, the cellar now the stage for a reckoning long overdue
Jungkook’s eyes darted back to Alistar...the alpha’s bruised face was twisted in a sneer, blood dried and smeared across cracked lips, but Jungkook saw beyond the defiance...he saw a man broken and terrified.
With a sharp glance over his shoulder, Jungkook called out to Namjoon.
“Go fetch Yoongi and Taehyung. Bring them down here.”
Namjoon’s expression was grim but obedient as he disappeared up the stone stairs. Jungkook turned back to Alistar, voice low and cold as steel.
“Yoongi’s entitled to his pound of flesh too.”
The sound of heavy boots on stone echoed moments later as Yoongi, Namjoon and Taehyung descended the steps. Yoongi’s gaze was calm but simmering with a dark promise of justice. Taehyung’s presence was almost predatory, his grin sharp and unsettling...a wolf eager for the hunt.
Jungkook moved with purpose to the weapons table, his fingers closing around a pair of brass knuckles. The cold metal glinted under the flickering light as he slid them over his hands with a practiced snap. He flexed his fingers, feeling the brutal weight settle into his knuckles like a second skin.
Turning back, Jungkook strode toward Alistar, each step heavy with wrath. Without hesitation, he unleashed a savage barrage of punches, the brass knuckles crashing into Alistar’s face and ribs with devastating force. The alpha’s snarls twisted into ragged gasps, blood spurting from split lips and cracked skin where the knuckles tore flesh from bone.
The sound of flesh meeting metal echoed harshly through the cellar...the sickening crunch of bones under relentless assault. Jungkook’s fury was merciless, each blow a wordless sentence of retribution for the horrors Alistar had wrought.
Yoongi stood back, watching intently, his eyes dark and calculating, already planning how he would make Alistar pay. Beside him, Taehyung’s smile widened, eyes gleaming with savage anticipation as he licked his lips, eager for his turn.
The cellar had become a crucible of vengeance, and Jungkook’s wrath was only just beginning.
The brass knuckles felt like an extension of his own fury as Jungkook’s fists hammered into Alistar’s face and ribs. Each brutal strike was a release of everything...the fear, the rage, the helplessness he’d felt when Jimin had been taken. Blood splattered, warm and sticky, painting the pale skin and splashing onto Jungkook’s crisp white shirt.
Breathing heavy, chest heaving with adrenaline and violence, Jungkook stepped back and looked down. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice rough. “You’ve got blood on my favorite shirt. Jimin's going to be so pissed.”
He peeled off the bloodied brass knuckles and tossed them onto the table laden with tools of retribution. His gaze met Yoongi’s. “Go ahead. Get your payment.”
Yoongi moved with slow, deliberate steps toward the weapons table, dragging a massive wooden club wrapped tightly in cruel barbed wire along the floor, the rasping sound like a death knell. His dark eyes were cold and calculating, but there was a glint of something almost sadistic flickering beneath.
Stopping beside Alistar, Yoongi’s voice was quiet, deadly calm.
“Ever heard of Lucille?”
Alistar’s cracked lips pulled into a bitter sneer but he shook his head.
Yoongi tilted his head with mild amusement.
“No? Well, let me introduce you to my version of Lucille.”
With a brutal swing, the barbed club slammed into Alistar’s side, tearing through bruised flesh and muscle. Alistar’s scream was guttural and raw, echoing off the cold stone walls like a death scream. Yoongi didn’t relent, pounding again and again, the cruel barbs ripping deeper with each strike. Blood blossomed beneath the wounds, dripping and pooling on the floor.
Then, with a savage crack that sounded like a bone breaking, Yoongi struck Alistar’s knee. The alpha’s howl twisted into a broken wail as he collapsed against the chains, pain lancing through his body.
Yoongi stepped back, breathing hard but composed, the barbed club slipping from his bloodied hands with a heavy thunk onto the table.
Jungkook, Namjoon, and Taehyung watched from the shadows. Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with manic delight, an eerie smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Jungkook’s voice cut sharply through the thick air.
“You didn’t really think you could touch what’s ours and us not expect payment, did you?”
He glanced over his shoulder, calling with a sly grin, “Taehyung, when’s the last time I let you have fun?”
Taehyung’s grin twisted wider, wild and unhinged.
“Too long, boss…way too long.”
Jungkook’s nod was firm.
“Did you bring your toys?”
Taehyung chuckled darkly, dropping a heavy case to the ground and flicking it open to reveal a gleaming filleting knife. His excited giggle was like a shadow in the room.
“This is going to be so much fun.”
He stepped forward, whispering close to the trembling alpha, “Let’s see how you like this.”
The knife sliced down the middle of Alistar’s already torn shirt, exposing raw, beaten flesh. Taehyung moved with eerie precision, slicing thin strips of skin from Alistar’s torso, each cut deliberate and agonizing. The alpha’s screams shattered the silence, echoing through the cellar as the blade traced paths of torment.
When Taehyung’s fervor threatened to overwhelm, Jungkook’s voice rang out, firm and commanding. “Stop. Save some for the rest.”
Taehyung froze, knife poised, his wild eyes locking with Jungkook’s. The promise of more to come hung heavy in the air...a dark oath that none in the cellar would forget.
Jungkook’s dark gaze shifted to Namjoon, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You want to get your payment?”
Namjoon’s nod was deliberate and cold, his footsteps echoing as he approached the weapons table. His fingers closed firmly around a heavy, gleaming pair of pliers...the perfect instruments for what was to come.
He moved toward Alistar with a predator’s calm, grabbing the alpha’s jaw in a vice-like grip and forcing it open despite the defiant growls that rattled through the captive’s chest. Instinctively, Alistar’s wolf fangs descended, sharp and deadly, a last desperate defense.
Namjoon’s expression didn’t waver as he tightened his hold, then with a brutal tug, the pliers clamped down on each fang in turn...ripping them free with sickening pops.
Alistar’s agonized howl tore through the cellar as blood flooded from his mouth, dripping thick and dark down his battered chest.
Jungkook’s laughter was cold and merciless, slicing through the tense air. “Now, what kind of wolf doesn’t have fangs?”
Namjoon’s eyes flicked down to the alpha’s hands where, in pain and rage, his claws had extended fully, the sharp talons a vicious threat. Without hesitation, Namjoon seized the pliers again and methodically tore each claw from its bed, the alpha’s screams rising to a frantic crescendo.
A sinister chorus of laughter burst from Jungkook, Yoongi, and Taehyung...the sound echoing off the stone walls like the herald of cruel justice.
“Woooooo! Now that’s what I’m talking about, boys!” Jungkook bellowed, eyes blazing with feral triumph. "Set him down on the ground."
Namjoon stepped back and made his way to the heavy lever mounted on the wall. With a hard pull, the iron chain slackened, and Alistar’s battered body crashed onto the cold concrete floor with a brutal thud.
“Bind his arms behind his back and set him on his knees,” Jungkook commanded sharply.
The Namjoon and Taehyung moved with efficiency, their hands securing Alistar as he spat curses through swollen lips, his once-proud snarls reduced to desperate pleas.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened further as he turned to the guard stationed at the cell door. “Go get the omega of the house. Bring him down here.”
The guard’s nod was immediate, footsteps fading quickly as he hurried away to fetch Jimin.
Jungkook’s chest tightened, anticipation and rage coiling within him like a living thing. The moment was coming...Jimin’s turn for payment, for justice, for the reckoning owed.
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The heavy metal door groaned open, its harsh echo swallowed by the cellar’s thick shadows. Jimin’s footsteps were tentative yet resolute as he descended the cold stone steps, the chill in the air biting through the fabric of his clothes. His gaze locked onto the figure kneeling in the center of the dimly lit cell...Alistar. Bloodied, broken, and humiliated, his bound hands tied tightly behind his back, head bowed beneath the weight of his defeat.
Behind Alistar, Jungkook stood rigid as a dark sentinel, arms crossed over his chest, eyes burning with an unyielding fire that seemed to scorch the very air around him.
Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin, cold line. There was no trace of mercy or pity in his eyes...only a fierce, simmering hunger for vengeance. This was the man who had threatened everything Jimin held dear, who had tried to shatter his life and his bond with Jungkook. Steeling himself, Jimin stopped in front of the defeated alpha, the silence heavy between them.
Jungkook stepped forward, his hands like iron as they gripped Alistar’s battered jaw, forcing the broken alpha’s face upward. He leaned down close, his voice a low, venomous whisper that cut sharper than any blade.“You see this beautiful omega in front of you? That’s MY mate...MY omega. I'm the one he calls alpha. You tried to take something that didn’t belong to you."
"You laid your filthy fucking hands on what’s mine.” Jungkook snarled in his face.
Alistar’s mouth parted in a mute attempt to respond, but his missing fangs rendered him speechless. Only panicked, broken murmurs escaped, desperate and meaningless.
Jungkook’s eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. “Shhhhhh... you’re embarrassing yourself.”
Turning away, Jungkook’s fingers brushed over the array of instruments on the table before settling on a gleaming dagger. The blade caught the flickering light, cold and deadly as he returned to Alistar’s side.
Leaning in close once more, Jungkook’s voice was a poisonous hiss. “Look at my omega one last time. Because it’s the last thing you’re going to see.”
His gaze shifted to Jimin, softening ever so slightly. “Baby, is there anything you want to say before I end his miserable existence?”
Jimin’s eyes locked on Alistar with a frosty resolve that made the alpha tremble. “I told you, before it’s over....you’ll be the one bowing down before me.”
He glanced up at Jungkook, nodding with unwavering certainty.
Jungkook mirrored the nod, his jaw clenched tight. Without hesitation, he gripped Alistar’s jaw again, tilting the head back to expose his eyes.
With brutal precision, the dagger plunged into one eye, eliciting a scream of raw agony that reverberated through the cellar, then pierced the other, silencing Alistar’s vision forever. Blood streamed down his face as Jungkook discarded the dagger like a mere tool.
Turning, Jungkook gathered Jimin into a fierce, possessive embrace, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead while the shattered alpha’s anguished screams echoed behind them.
Jungkook’s voice lowered to a deadly calm, "Close your eyes, baby", as he tucked Jimin’s head beneath his chin, raised his gun, and took aim with unwavering focus.
The single shot shattered the silence...a bullet cleanly dispatched between Alistar’s eyes, sealing his fate.
Lowering the weapon, Jungkook’s tone was sharp, commanding. “Yoongi, have the place cleaned up."
The alpha then looks over at Namjoon and Taehyung and growls, "Take the bodyguard out to the lake and tie cinder blocks to his legs. Drop him out in the middle. Let the fish eat him.”
As the echoes of violence faded, Jungkook led Jimin up the stairs, the warmth of their room beckoning like a sanctuary. Their fingers intertwined tightly, their hearts beating a shared rhythm of relief, love, and the promise of healing.
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The cellar door creaked shut behind them, muffling the echoes of violence left below.
Jungkook led Jimin up the narrow staircase, each step heavier than the last as the weight of what they’d just endured pressed down on them both. When they reached their room, Jungkook didn’t hesitate.
“I’m going to shower,” he said, voice low and rough, still raw from the night’s brutality.
Jimin nodded silently, settling on the edge of the bed as Jungkook disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water rushing filled the room, but Jungkook’s mind was anything but at ease. As warm water cascaded over his body, washing away the blood and grime, a knot of guilt twisted in his chest. Jimin had seen everything...the torture, the killing...and despite knowing it was necessary, Jungkook felt a sting of regret.
I’d do it a thousand times over to protect him, he thought fiercely, but that doesn’t mean I’m not sorry he had to see it.
Minutes passed, and the shower stopped. Jungkook stepped out, water droplets glistening on his skin, a towel wrapped low around his waist. He moved to sit beside Jimin at the foot of the bed, the quiet between them thick.
“I’m sorry you had to see all that… the brutality,” Jungkook said, voice barely above a whisper.
Jimin rose, sliding between Jungkook’s legs with steady confidence. His hands found the back of Jungkook’s neck, tilting the alpha’s head up until their eyes met. “Don’t you dare apologize for that,” he said softly but firmly. “You were protecting your mate. It’s your instinct that drives you to keep me safe. I’ll never be scared or sad about having a mate willing to do anything for me. If anything, it made me love you even more.”
Leaning down, Jimin brushed his lips softly against Jungkook’s. The alpha’s breath hitched, voice low and raw, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Jimin whispered back.
Jungkook’s hands slid down Jimin’s sides, fingers tracing the waistband of his shorts and panties before pulling them down his legs, leaving him bare and flushed. With careful hands, Jungkook removed Jimin’s shirt, exposing skin flushed with need. He lifted Jimin onto his lap, bare and trembling.
Jimin’s fingers curled around the towel at Jungkook’s waist, pulling it free to reveal the thick, hard length beneath. His hands traced along the slick length, teasing and stroking as their mouths collided fiercely. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed, and Jimin leaked slick in heated desperation.
Jungkook shifted, guiding Jimin’s wet entrance to line up with his own. With a deep growl, he pushed inside, the delicious stretch making Jimin gasp. Jungkook didn’t rush...he let himself fully sink in, letting the base of his cock expand inside Jimin.
Then, with a firm, possessive grip on Jimin’s hips, Jungkook gently began to knot him, the thick knot swelling inside, anchoring them together. The new sensation made Jimin’s breath hitch, a shudder running through him as they moved with slow, powerful thrusts.
The bed creaked beneath them, skin slapping, breaths ragged and mingled. Jungkook’s hands gripped Jimin tighter, pulling him impossibly closer with every powerful movement. Jimin’s head tipped back, raw moans spilling from his lips as waves of pleasure crashed over him, slick pooling between them, hot and urgent.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook growled, teeth nipping along Jimin’s neck as he marked him with gentle bites.
“Always,” Jimin breathed, clutching Jungkook’s shoulders, eyes glazed with love and need.
Their pace quickened, the knot dragging deep with every powerful thrust, binding them together as if they were parts of a single whole. Jungkook’s cock pulsed inside Jimin, each pulse sending hot waves of pleasure rippling through them both.
With a strangled cry, Jimin clenched around Jungkook’s knot as it locked inside, riding the surging tide of ecstasy. Jungkook’s release followed, spilling hot and heavy deep inside, knot still holding him fast.
They collapsed into each other, limbs tangled, breaths ragged and mingled, the knot still swelling between them...an unbreakable, searing bond.
Jungkook wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin, holding him like he’d never let go. “I’ll always protect you,” he murmured against his hair.
“And I’ll always be yours,” Jimin replied, voice trembling as his fingers traced lazy patterns on Jungkook’s back.
In the quiet aftermath, with only their breaths filling the room, they found their peace...fierce, unbreakable, and utterly theirs.
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The night was thick with silence, broken only by the faint slap of water against the dock as Namjoon and Taehyung moved with practiced efficiency. The dim glow of distant city lights barely reached the secluded marina where the blacked-out boat waited.
Bound tightly with thick rope, the bodyguard struggled fiercely, his limbs jerking like a trapped animal. Taehyung’s fingers worked quickly, expertly winding strong duct tape across the man’s mouth, silencing the desperate screams before they could even start.
“Shh,” Taehyung whispered with a cruel grin, almost giddy as he pressed the final strip over the man’s lips. “No one’s coming for you.”
Namjoon hoisted the struggling figure with ease, hauling him onto the boat’s deck. The boat’s engine growled as Namjoon fired it up, propelling them away from the dock and into the cold, dark embrace of the lake’s center.
The city’s skyline blurred behind them, swallowed by the night as Namjoon killed the engine. The boat drifted silently, rocking gently on the water.
Taehyung pulled a pillowcase from his bag and slipped it over the bodyguard’s head, muffling even the faintest whimper beneath the thin fabric.
Namjoon produced thick chains, their cold steel glinting faintly in the moonlight. He wrapped the chains tightly around the bodyguard’s waist, then expertly threaded them between his legs, binding him securely. The chains coiled around several heavy cinder blocks, their weight enough to drag a man down to the bottom of the lake.
The bodyguard thrashed violently, desperate hands clawing at the chains and the pillowcase. His muffled struggles were useless against their careful preparation.
Namjoon, calm and cold, pulled a pistol from his waistband and aimed with steady hands. A single sharp crack echoed over the water as the bullet tore into the bodyguard’s leg.
The man crumpled, limp now, and Namjoon grabbed the chains and began hauling him toward the edge of the boat. With a final heave, the bound, weighted body went overboard, disappearing beneath the surface with a splash.
Taehyung and Namjoon stood side by side, watching the bubbles rise and pop at the surface...the only sign of the man’s final moments.
When the last bubble broke the water, Taehyung let out a low whistle, smirking. “Damn. I wanted to play some more.”
Namjoon’s gaze didn’t leave the water. “You’ve played enough for one day. Maybe next time.”
The boat rocked gently in the silence, the night swallowing their dark deeds whole.
Chapter 11
Summary:
Hoseok wakes up.
Jimin spends time with Min-gi. Jungkook goes wild watching his mate with a pup.
Jimin sees Jin for an examination and receives the most welcome news.
Notes:
And here we are at chapter 11. I believe most of you had this one already figured out lol.
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Chapter Text
Hoseok surfaced from unconsciousness slowly, as though swimming through heavy, warm water. His head throbbed faintly, muted by the dull haze of painkillers, and for a moment he didn’t know where he was. The faint scent of antiseptic and the low hum of an air purifier filled the room, grounding him in reality.
Then he caught a familiar scent... gunpowder and mahogany...and his chest eased. Yoongi.
His lashes fluttered open, and the dim, soft lighting of Jin’s clinic came into focus. The first thing he saw was his alpha slouched in the chair beside the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed as if he’d been keeping vigil for hours. One of Yoongi’s hands was resting near Hoseok’s, fingers curled loosely, but close enough that with the slightest movement, they’d be touching.
Hoseok shifted weakly, and Yoongi’s head shot up instantly. The relief that spread across his alpha’s face was raw and unfiltered, so intense it nearly stole Hoseok’s breath.
“You’re awake,” Yoongi murmured, his voice low, like it was only for him. In the next moment, Yoongi was leaning in, cupping Hoseok’s face with gentle, calloused hands. His thumbs brushed over Hoseok’s cheekbones as though memorizing the feel of him again.
Hoseok’s lips curved faintly. “Hi.”
Yoongi’s mouth pressed to his in the lightest kiss, careful not to jar him, but still brimming with the desperate need of someone who’d been scared witless. Hoseok could feel it in the way Yoongi’s fingers trembled against his skin, in the way his scent thickened, protective and grounding all at once.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Yoongi murmured against his lips, kissing him once more before pulling back just enough to scan his face, his body, as if checking for injuries all over again. His palm slid over Hoseok’s side, his arm, the blanket covering his legs, as though he had to touch each part of him to confirm he was really here.
Hoseok reached up, threading his fingers beneath Yoongi’s long hair until he found the nape of his neck. He tugged gently, pulling Yoongi back down into another kiss...this one deeper, lingering, an unspoken reassurance that he was okay. That he was still his.
When they finally broke apart, Hoseok’s voice was a little rough. “Is Jimin okay?”
Yoongi’s jaw flexed, but his gaze softened. “He’s fine. We made sure of it.” His tone shifted then, darker and edged with something lethal. “We took Alistar to the cellar. He won’t be a problem again.”
Hoseok’s lips quirked faintly, satisfaction flickering in his eyes. “Good.”
Yoongi leaned over him again, his hand sliding into Hoseok’s hair, tilting his face up. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” he vowed, the words carrying the weight of a blood oath. His forehead rested against Hoseok’s, his scent wrapping around them both like a shield. “Not while I’m breathing.”
Hoseok closed his eyes, letting himself sink into that promise, into the quietness. For a long moment, they just stayed like that...two souls, breathing in sync, their bond thrumming warm and steady between them.
The quiet hum of the clinic was broken only by the faint beeping of a monitor. Yoongi was still leaning against the bed, one hand clasped around Hoseok’s while his other idly stroked the omega’s hair back gently. He kept his eyes on him like he was afraid that if he looked away, Hoseok might vanish.
A soft knock came before Jin eased the door open, carrying his clipboard. “I see my patient’s awake,” he said with a small smile, voice pitched low so it wouldn’t jar the calm.
Yoongi’s gaze flicked up instantly, sharp, assessing, as if even Jin’s presence had to pass some unspoken approval. He didn’t loosen his grip on Hoseok’s hand.
Jin stepped closer, unfazed, and began his checks...peeling back the dressing to check the wound at Hoseok’s temple, feeling gently along his hairline. “Tender?”
“A little...and I have a little bit of a headache,” Hoseok admitted, his voice still a bit husky from sleep.
Yoongi’s jaw flexed at the faint wince that crossed Hoseok’s face. He kept his free hand on Hoseok’s thigh, thumb rubbing a steady line there as though grounding them both.
Jin gave a small approving hum. “No signs of concussion beyond the mild headache I expected. You’ll just have a bump for a few days, Hoseok. Plenty of rest, and you’ll be good as new.” He glanced up, meeting Yoongi’s eyes directly. “You can take him back to your room tomorrow.”
Yoongi nodded once, but his fingers stayed curled possessively in Hoseok’s.
“Thank you, Jin,” Hoseok said softly, his natural warmth slipping into the words.
“You scared us for a minute there,” Jin replied, his tone gentling. “But you’re tougher than you look.” He gave Hoseok’s shoulder a light squeeze before straightening. “I’ll let you two rest.”
As Jin left, Yoongi’s gaze followed him until the door shut again. Only then did he turn back to Hoseok, brushing his fingers lightly along his cheek. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough,” he murmured. “I want you back where you belong.”
Hoseok smiled faintly and leaned into the touch, his eyes soft. “I’m right here, Yoongi.”
Yoongi only bent forward, pressing his lips to Hoseok’s hair like a vow.
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The morning sun spilled gently through the windows of the clinic downstairs, casting warm golden hues over the sterile white walls. Jimin pushed open the door quietly, his heart fluttering with a mix of hope and apprehension. There, sitting upright in bed, was Hoseok...looking stronger than the last time Jimin had seen him, the faintest hint of color returning to his cheeks.
“Hoseok,” Jimin whispered, relief flooding through his chest.
Hoseok’s face lit up with a broad, genuine smile that reached his tired eyes. “Jimin,” he said warmly, voice still a little hoarse but steady. “I’m glad you came.”
Crossing the room, Jimin leaned down and wrapped his arms gently around Hoseok, feeling the warmth of his friends body pressing against him. Hoseok’s smile softened as they embraced, but suddenly his nose twitched as he sniffed at Jimin sharply, eyes narrowing in curiosity.
Jimin pulled back, cheeks flushing with sudden self-consciousness. “What’s wrong? Do I stink?” he asked, a nervous laugh slipping out.
Hoseok blinked, looking a little puzzled. “No…you just smell different.”
Jimin’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Different how?”
Hoseok wrinkled his nose thoughtfully. “I don’t know. It’s…just...I can’t quite place where I’ve smelled it before.”
Jimin chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood. “What do I smell like?”
Hoseok took a slow breath, eyes searching. “Well, I can still catch your lemon and honey scent, like always. And there’s Jungkook’s sandalwood and spicy musk mixed in too. But beneath all that, there’s something else...something milky and soft, almost like a whisper beneath the stronger scents.”
Jimin shrugged, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Maybe it’s just the new body wash I started using.”
Hoseok nodded slowly, still deep in thought. “Yeah, maybe.”
Trying to shift the conversation, Jimin asked, “How are you feeling now?”
Hoseok stretched his arms over his head with a small grin. “Much better. Just a bump.” He paused, then his expression softened. “Jin said I can go back to the room with Yoongi today.” Hoseok sighed in relief, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing.“Thank God. I'm just waiting on Yoongi to be done with his meeting with the don.”
Jimin smiled warmly. “I can take you now if you want? They'll probably be in there for hours. Let’s get you back upstairs. I’ll help you.”
Hoseok groaned and said, "You're a lifesaver, Jimin. I thought I was going to go mad staring at these walls for one more second."
After helping the omega sit up on the side of the bed Jimin reached down and grabbed Hoseok's house slippers and slid them on his feet. He put his arm under his slender shoulders and helped him stand. They waited for a minute to see if there would be any dizziness and when there wasn't, Hoseok gave the all clear.
Supporting Hoseok’s weight carefully, the two moved slowly down the hall toward Hoseok and Yoongi’s room. The familiar comfort of home was a balm after the sterile coldness of the clinic. Once there, Jimin helped Hoseok settle into bed, tucking the blanket gently over his friends still-recovering body.
Pressing a soft kiss to Hoseok’s forehead, Jimin whispered, “Get some more rest. Call me or come see me when you feel better.”
As Jimin walked back to the door he suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder at the omega, "Oh, and don't forget to text Yoongi and tell him you left the clinic. We don't need World War 3 to break out when he comes to get you and sees you gone."
Hoseok laughed, "No, we certainly don't need that to happen." His eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he smiled sleepily. “Thank you, Jimin. I’ll come find you later, I promise.”
Jimin nodded and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. As he was about to take off to leave, Jin appeared in the hallway, cradling baby Min-gi carefully in one arm, the diaper bag slung over his shoulder. His eyes lit up when he saw Jimin.
“Thank God you’re here,” Jin said, voice grateful. “Can you watch Min-gi for a little while? One of the guards just had a medical emergency, and my babysitter is off today.”Jin groaned quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Was supposed to be mine too, but here we are. These assholes can’t go a single day without getting shot or stabbed, can they?”
Jimin chuckled, a soft warmth in his smile at the thoughts of spending the day with Jin's pup."Of course I will watch him."
“Thanks for doing this. You're amazing.” Jin groaned.
He gently handed Min-gi over, along with the diaper bag. “Here’s his favorite toys and two bottles of breastmilk I just pumped. There's also some baby food in the bag if he's still hungry."
Jimin settled the warm, squirming pup close to his chest, he moved his face down to the pup, inhaling deeply and pressing his nose to the baby’s soft forehead, savoring the comforting scent of the little alpha. Then, cheeks burning, he quickly pulled back.
“I'm sorry, Jin. I shouldn’t have scented him without asking,” Jimin murmured apologetically.
Jin waved the comment away with a fond, understanding smile. “Jimin, don’t be silly. You’re family here. Feel free to scent my pup anytime.”
Jimin’s heart swelled with gratitude and affection, pulling Min-gi a little closer to him as if to hold that permission close.
Jin kissed Min-gi’s forehead softly. “Be a good pup while Eomma’s gone. Have fun with Jimin, okay? Your Appa will come get you in a little while.”
Min-gi squealed with excitement, his tiny hands reaching up as he chirped, “Otay, Eomma!”
Jin smiled, then turned to leave, leaving Jimin and Min-gi alone in the quiet hallway.
Jimin looked down at the bright-eyed pup resting on his hip, warmth flooding his chest. “Do you wanna go play?” he asked softly.
Min-gi’s squeal of delight was immediate, and he leaned forward, pressing a quick, eager sniff to Jimin’s cheek.
Jimin laughed, his smile wide and genuine as he stood, cradling the pup close. Together, they headed upstairs toward his and Jungkook’s room...the soft thud of their footsteps a comforting rhythm. In this chaotic world, moments like this felt like a fragile but fierce kind of peace...one built on love, family, and the quiet strength of home.
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Jimin nudged his bedroom door open with his hip, Min-gi balanced securely against him, the little pup’s chubby arms hooked loosely around his neck. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood...Jungkook and Jimin's scents clinging to the sheets and curtains...and something about it made Jimin’s chest ache in a way he couldn’t quite name.
“Alright, Min-gi,” he murmured softly, “let’s make this fun while Eomma works.”
He crossed to the center of the room and pulled a folded fleece blanket from the closet...soft, thick, and pale blue. Spreading it across the floor, he set the pup gently down in the middle, smiling as Min-gi squealed and bounced on his bottom, tiny legs kicking.
“Let’s see what you’ve got in here,” Jimin said, crouching beside the diaper bag. He rummaged through it, narrating as he went. “Hmm… ah, your black wolf plushie… your train and...ooh...building blocks. This is going to be good.”
He handed the plushie over first. The pup’s face lit up. “Wolfie!” he chirped, hugging the plushie tight. Min-gi babbled to the plushie while pressing his face into the soft fur and rubbing his nose against it in a way that made Jimin’s heart squeeze.
Jimin lay down on the blanket with him, propping himself up on one elbow, and began stacking the colorful blocks into little houses. “This one’s yours, and this one’s mine,” he explained. Min-gi, still working on his coordination, gleefully knocked his own house over almost immediately, giggling at the crash. Jimin laughed too, fixing it again and pretending to be scandalized.
They played like that for hours...building, toppling, giggling...before switching to the toy train. Jimin made exaggerated chugging noises, circling it around the blanket while Min-gi clapped and squealed in delight.
Eventually, Min-gi’s movements slowed, his giggles giving way to small yawns. Jimin sniffed lightly, catching the faint scent of needing a change. “Alright, little wolf, let’s get you freshened up,” he said gently.
On the blanket, Jimin deftly changed his diaper, his hands surprisingly sure for someone who’d hardly been around pups before. When Min-gi was clean and bundled back in his soft clothes, he stood up with the pup in his arms and retrieved his bottle from the bag and settled the pup in his arms.
“There we go,” he murmured, tilting the bottle so the milk flowed just right. Min-gi latched on instantly, his little hands curling into Jimin’s shirt. As he drank, his eyes grew heavy, his body warm and relaxed against Jimin’s stomach.
When the bottle was finished, Jimin tucked the pup’s wolf plushie into his arms and pulled a small, well-worn blanket from the bag. He gathered Min-gi close, rocking gently side to side, humming a soft tune under his breath. His own scent wrapped warmly around them both, instinctively soothing the little one until his breathing evened out in sleep.
Jimin looked down at the peaceful face against his chest and felt something deep and primal stir inside him. He’d never done this before, but it felt natural...like his body already knew exactly how to comfort and protect a pup. The realization hit him hard: I want one. I want ours.
The door clicked softly. Jimin glanced up and froze. Jungkook was standing in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, his dark eyes fixed on them with a look that made Jimin’s heart skip.
Jungkook didn’t move for a moment, just took in the sight...his omega, cradling a sleeping pup, scent soft and rich in the air. The image slammed into him like a physical thing. He could see it so clearly...Jimin holding their pup, the one they’d made together.
Moving forward quietly, Jungkook came up behind Jimin, wrapping his strong arms around him from behind. His mouth brushed Jimin’s ear as he murmured, voice low and rough, “You look good with a pup in your arms.”
Jimin leaned back into his chest, tilting his head so he could look up at him. “I want one so bad,” he whispered.
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a low growl, his mouth finding Jimin’s in a slow, hungry kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were burning. “I’ll give you one right now… just say the word.”
Jimin’s soft laugh broke the tension just enough, though his cheeks burned. “Behave,” he whispered, but the sparkle in his eyes told Jungkook exactly what he needed to know.
Jimin carefully walked across the room, mindful not to jostle the warm, drowsy weight of Min-gi in his arms. The pup’s lashes rested in perfect crescents against his cheeks, his breathing slow and even. One tiny fist clutched the worn black wolf plushie to his chest, the other curled gently against Jimin’s shirt.
Crossing to the blanket spread on the floor, Jimin knelt and lowered him with the kind of care that came from instinct rather than experience. The fleece was soft under Min-gi’s small body, and Jimin smoothed the little blanket from his bag over him, tucking it just beneath his chin. A stray curl had fallen across the pup’s forehead; Jimin brushed it back, fingertips lingering for a second before he pulled away and stood up.
When Jimin turned, Jungkook was already watching. His gaze was fixed...intense in a way that made Jimin’s stomach flutter. That heat from earlier hadn’t ebbed; if anything, it had thickened, coiling tighter inside the alpha. The sight of Jimin soothing the sleeping pup, his scent curling warm and soft through the air, was something Jungkook knew would stick in his mind for a long, long time.
He closed the distance in two long strides. His hands...warm, steady, and possessive...settled on the omega’s hips. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice low and rough enough to scrape at the edges of Jimin’s composure.
Jimin’s breath caught as Jungkook leaned in, mouth brushing just under his jaw, over the place where his scent gland pulsed faintly beneath the skin. The alpha’s nose dragged along that sensitive spot, inhaling deeply, almost hungrily.
A shiver prickled down Jimin’s spine, heat pooling low in his belly. But then Jungkook froze. His grip on Jimin’s hips tightened fractionally, and when he pulled back, there was a faint crease between his brows.
“You smell…different,” he said slowly, like he was still piecing the thought together.
Jimin blinked at him, caught off guard. Then he laughed softly. “You’re the second person who’s told me that today.”
Jungkook didn’t share the laugh. He leaned in again, pressing his nose flush to Jimin’s gland, drawing in another long, deliberate breath. A low, instinctive growl vibrated in his chest...uncontrolled, primal. His eyes sharpened in a way that made Jimin’s skin tingle.
“What does it smell like?” Jimin asked, the smile still on his lips even though curiosity had crept into his voice.
“Milky,” Jungkook answered, almost perplexed. “It’s light, but I can smell it… underneath us.”
Jimin chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, I told Hoseok it must be my body wash.”
The look Jungkook gave him was flat and certain. “No. This isn’t chemical. It’s not soap.” He took another slow, dragging inhale, and when he leaned back this time, there was something guarded in his expression. “Go see Jin tomorrow. Get checked out. Maybe you’re getting sick.”
Jimin rolled his eyes affectionately, but there was warmth behind the gesture. “Alright, I will,” he promised, leaning in to nudge their noses together.
The moment was broken by a quiet knock at the door. Namjoon stepped inside, his broad frame softening the instant his gaze landed on the tiny bundle on the blanket.
“Thanks for watching him,” Namjoon said quietly, crouching down to lift Min-gi into his arms. The pup stirred just enough to nuzzle into Namjoon’s chest before settling again. “Jin and I got so much done.”
“It’s no problem,” Jimin replied warmly, smoothing the little blanket one last time. “I love him. He’s such a sweet thing.”
Namjoon’s mouth curved in agreement before he slipped back out, the door closing softly behind him. The faint click seemed to leave the room smaller, quieter… and the weight of Jungkook’s gaze settled right back on Jimin.
The soft click of the door closing behind Namjoon barely echoed before Jungkook’s gaze locked onto Jimin again, dark and smoldering with a need that had only deepened since the cellar.
The faint scent of Min-gi still hung in the air...a mixture of innocence and warmth...intertwined with the lingering musk of Jungkook’s own alpha scent. But Jungkook’s attention was entirely focused on Jimin: the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the subtle flutter of his scent gland beneath his skin, exposed and vulnerable.
Without a word, Jungkook closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. His hands slid down with possessive certainty to grip Jimin’s hips, steadying and claiming. The heat between them surged, raw and urgent, Jungkook’s breath hitching as he leaned in, his nose brushing that sensitive spot, pulling in a deep, intoxicating breath.
Their bodies pressed flush, the warmth of Jungkook’s skin radiating against Jimin’s, a solid promise grounding the fragile omega beneath him. The alpha scent around them thickened, powerful and marking, as if the air itself bent to Jungkook’s will.
Jimin’s breath hitched, lips parting slightly, the faintest tremor of need passing through him. Jungkook’s mouth found the soft skin at the curve of Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing in slow, tantalizing bites that left a fire burning in their wake.
“God, you’re mine,” Jungkook murmured into the pulse of Jimin’s throat, voice low and rough with raw emotion...equal parts promise, possessiveness, and desperate longing.
Jimin leaned back against Jungkook’s strong chest, eyelids fluttering closed as the tension that had coiled tight within him since the cellar began to unravel. His body relaxed, melting into the familiar heat and strength enveloping him.
Their movements were slow at first, exploring and savoring, every touch a silent vow, every breath a connection deeper than words could reach. Jungkook’s hands roamed reverently across Jimin’s sides, memorizing, claiming, while Jimin’s fingers tangled in the damp curls at the nape of Jungkook’s neck.
The world outside faded until only the steady beat of their hearts remained...wild, urgent, and perfectly in sync.
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The morning light spilled through the tall living room windows in ribbons, spilling across the hardwood floor and catching in the soft knit of Jimin’s cardigan. He smoothed a hand over his hair and buttoned his cardigan with practiced ease, speaking over his shoulder to Jungkook as he crouched to slip on his shoes.
“I’m going to see Jin before breakfast,” he said casually, the kind of tone meant to sound like an afterthought. “Might as well get it over with...”
The sentence broke off abruptly.
A sudden, nauseating wave of dizziness crashed over him, tilting the world on its side. His vision wavered, blurring at the edges, and his stomach pitched. He staggered, one palm flattening hard against the wall to stop himself from toppling. The sound of his breath...sharp and uneven...filled his ears, drowning out the birdsong outside.
“Jimin!” Jungkook’s voice was sharper than he’d heard in weeks, edged with raw alarm. The sound of chair legs scraping against the floor barely registered before strong hands closed over his shoulders, warm and solid, grounding him. Jungkook’s grip was almost too tight, as though afraid letting go would make him vanish. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Jimin forced his eyes open, still steadying his breath. The alpha’s scent...sharp with adrenaline and a protective edge...swirled around him. “It’s fine,” he murmured, though his voice came out softer than intended. “I just… got a little dizzy, that's all.”
“That’s all?” Jungkook’s gaze searched his face, his pupils blown wide with worry. His nostrils flared, scent thickening. “You nearly collapsed.”
Jimin tried to offer a faint smile, though it felt flimsy under the weight of that stare. “My body’s still recovering. Probably a little anemic still. It happens.”
But Jungkook’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering along his cheek. Without a word, he bent and scooped Jimin up, the motion swift and effortless. Jimin let out a startled sound, hands automatically bracing against Jungkook’s chest.
“Kook...”
“No,” Jungkook cut him off, voice low and unshakable. “We’re going to Jin. Now.”
The world swayed with each purposeful stride, his scent surrounding Jimin like a shield. The elevator ride down was silent except for the low hum of machinery and Jungkook’s steady, too-fast heartbeat beneath Jimin’s ear.
When the clinic doors opened, Jin was already there behind the counter, sleeves pushed up and reading glasses low on his nose. He looked up instantly, the sharp focus in his eyes replacing the easy warmth from moments before.
“What happened?” Jin asked, already moving toward them.
“He almost collapsed,” Jungkook said, setting Jimin down carefully on the nearest bed but keeping one hand on his arm like he might bolt. “He says it’s nothing, but...his scent has also been off...”
“Jungkook.” Jin’s voice was calm but brooked no argument. “Relax. Let me take a look.”
“I’m staying...”
“You’re going to work,” Jin interrupted smoothly, already pulling on gloves.
Jungkook’s head snapped toward him, his expression dark. “Like hell I...”
“Kook,” Jimin said softly, his hand finding the alpha’s forearm. His fingers squeezed, a quiet tether. “Your empire won’t run itself. I’m fine. Jin’s got me.”
For a long moment, Jungkook just stood there, chest rising and falling too fast. His eyes flicked between them, weighing instinct against reason. His thumb brushed once along Jimin’s sleeve before he finally stepped back.
“Call me the second you get results,” he said, low and edged with warning, like an alpha staking his claim even in absence.
Jin’s mouth twitched faintly. “You’ll be the first to know.”
Jungkook lingered a beat longer, eyes sweeping over Jimin one last time, before he turned and left. His footsteps were heavy, deliberate, echoing down the hallway until the sound disappeared. The scent of his worry still lingering in the air.
The door had barely clicked shut behind Jungkook when Jin turned back to Jimin, his calm expression steady and professional, though his eyes held a quiet concern.
“Alright,” Jin said softly, guiding Jimin to settle properly on the examination bed. “Let’s start with the basics. Any pain? Fatigue? Nausea?”
Jimin swallowed, the faintest shadow crossing his features. “I… I actually vomited twice a few days ago,” he admitted quietly, voice a little strained. “And I had the one spell of dizziness this morning.”
Jin nodded thoughtfully, his fingers already reaching for the blood pressure cuff. “That dizziness...was it sudden? Did you feel weak?”
Jimin nodded. “Yeah, it hit me fast. I almost fell but caught myself on the wall.”
Jin tightened the cuff and inflated it with practiced ease. “And eating? You’ve been able to keep food down?”
Jimin gave a faint smile, grateful for Jungkook’s care at least. “Yes. Kook’s been making sure of that.”
The cuff deflated with a soft hiss and the monitor beeped steadily. Jin’s eyes flicked to the numbers, making a small note on his chart. “Your blood pressure’s a little low, but not alarming. Worth monitoring.”
He lifted Jimin’s wrist gently, fingers steady as he checked his pulse. As he worked, Jin’s nose twitched almost imperceptibly...an instinct more than a conscious thought. His brows furrowed just for a moment before smoothing again.
Jimin caught the subtle shift and looked up, curious. “What is it?”
Jin shook his head lightly, his voice calm. “Nothing serious...just thinking.” He moved to draw a small vial of blood with practiced precision.
Jimin watched him, then said quietly, “You smell it too, don’t you? That… ‘milky’ scent Jungkook mentioned.”
Jin paused mid-motion, glancing up with a sharp gaze. “Jungkook mentioned something about your scent?”
“He said I smell different. Milky, underneath everything else. Hoseok said something similar yesterday, too.”
Jin’s eyes narrowed briefly as he finished drawing the blood, then met Jimin’s gaze with an unspoken weight behind his professional calm. “We’ll run a full panel. Could be nothing...could be your hormones still evening out after everything.”
Jimin tilted his head, skepticism flickering. “That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing.’”
Jin gave a small, reassuring smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Let me do my job, Jimin. Once the labs come back, I’ll know more. And just to be safe,” he added, pulling out a small test kit from his drawer, “I want you to take this pregnancy test.”
Jimin blinked in surprise but nodded slowly, understanding the caution behind it. “Okay.”
Jin handed Jimin the test kit with a reassuring smile. “Why don’t you take this to the restroom? I’ll give you some privacy. When the time’s up, come find me and we’ll check it together.”
Jimin’s fingers trembled slightly as he took the kit, his heart pounding in his chest. He nodded, swallowing hard, and made his way down the quiet hallway toward the bathroom. The sterile scent of the clinic was replaced by the faint smell of soap and clean tile as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Leaning on the edge of the sink, he took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. Carefully, he followed the instructions, placing the test on the counter. The seconds stretched painfully slow, every tick of the clock echoing in his mind. His hands clenched and unclenched, emotions swirling...hope, fear, disbelief.
When the timer beeped softly, Jimin’s eyes flicked to the test. His breath caught in his throat. Two bright lines, unmistakably positive.
Tears pricked at his eyes, and a laughter...soft and trembling...escaped his lips. Overcome with joy, he hurried back to Jin’s office, clutching the test kit tightly.
Jin looked up as Jimin entered, his calm gaze instantly comforting. “Ready?”
Together, they leaned over the test. The positive result glowed clearly.
Jimin’s eyes overflowed. A rush of emotion crashed through him...relief, happiness, wonder. Without thinking, he collapsed into Jin’s arms, tears spilling freely down his cheeks.
“It’s okay, Jimin,” Jin murmured softly, wrapping an arm around him. “This is wonderful news. You deserve this.”
After a moment, Jin gently pulled back and smiled warmly. “Come sit on the exam table. Let’s make sure your little one is doing well.”
Jimin’s hands shook with excitement as he climbed onto the table. He pulled his cardigan and shirt up, the cool air brushing his skin, then lowered his skirt just below his belly button.
Jin dimmed the lights, the room falling into a cozy glow. He applied a cool layer of gel to Jimin’s abdomen, causing a slight shiver. The ultrasound wand moved smoothly over his skin, the monitor flickering to life.
There it was...a tiny, flickering heartbeat. Steady and strong.
Jin’s face broke into an amused grin. “Look at that. Big and strong already.”
Jimin laughed through his tears. “It better be... look who the father is.”
Jin chuckled, then printed a clear image of the tiny shape. He handed it gently to Jimin, who cradled it like the most precious thing in the world.
“Here,” Jin said softly. “A keepsake for you.”
Jimin’s heart swelled. “Thank you, Jin. And please...keep this just between us. I want to surprise Jungkook today.”
Jin nodded knowingly. “Your secret’s safe with me. I’ll tell him you’re still a little anemic but overall fine...enough to keep him worried but not to send him over the edge.”
Jimin smiled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. He gathered his things, pressing the ultrasound picture to his chest as if to hold the new life close.
Walking back to their room, every step felt like a promise...a future full of hope, love, and new beginnings.
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The warm amber glow of the bedside lamp was the only light in the room, casting long shadows that danced softly on the walls. Jimin sat quietly on the edge of the bed, fingers nervously tracing the edge of his phone...the sleek black device Jungkook had handed him just a few days ago. He’d stared at the screen countless times tonight, re-reading the message Jungkook sent earlier:
“Jin texted and said that you are fine, just a little anemic. I'm working late in my office tonight. Don’t wait up, baby. Get some rest.”
His heart had tightened at the words, and though his fingers had tapped a simple “Okay,” the small pout tugging at his lips betrayed the disappointment that settled deep in his chest.
The quiet pressed down on him, the stillness stretching far too long for his restless mind. But then, a flicker of resolve sparked within him. He wouldn’t just wait in silence. There was something...someone...that needed to be shared, and tonight felt like the perfect moment to break the secret open...and he knew exactly how to surprise his alpha with the news.
Slowly, he rose from the bed, his bare feet padding softly on the cool floor as he crossed to the dressing room. The door creaked faintly as he closed it behind him, stepping into the dim, private space that smelled faintly of his lemon honey and Jungkook's sandalwood and spice.
There, hanging neatly on the rack, was the black lingerie set...delicate lace and silky fabric that Jungkook had once told him that Jimin would wear for him one day soon. The memory of Jungkook’s sharp gaze and quiet approval flooded Jimin’s mind, making his cheeks flush.
He stripped off his clothes and his fingers trembled slightly as he reached out, pulling the silky slip from its hanger. The fabric felt cool and smooth in his hands as he slid it over his head, the lace tracing softly across his skin and molding to every curve. He took a breath, steadying himself before reaching for the matching thong, sliding it up carefully.
For modesty, he wrapped the black silk robe around his shoulders, tying it loosely at his waist. He reached down and picked up his discarded skirt and from his pocket, he pulled out the folded ultrasound print...a small, fragile secret he cradled like a treasure...and carefully slipped it inside the other pocket, hidden close to his heart.
Jimin glanced once more at his reflection in the mirror: soft lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes bright with a mix of nerves and excitement. He swallowed, took a steadying breath, and stepped back out into the hallway.
The cool tiles pressed gently beneath his bare feet as he walked quietly, every step measured and careful. The corridor was empty, the only sounds the faint hum of distant voices and the occasional click of a door closing somewhere far away.
His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and the slight fear of being caught. But the thought of Jungkook...the moment when he’d see the alpha’s eyes widen, the way his arms would pull him close...was enough to keep his nerves at bay.
With each step, the weight of the secret in his pocket grew heavier, the promise of what was to come pulling him forward like a magnet.
At last, he reached the heavy wooden door of Jungkook’s office. His hand hovered over the handle, a breath trembling on his lips.
Then, with one final steadying breath, he turned the knob and stepped inside...ready to share the future they would build together.
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Jimin slipped into Jungkook’s office, the soft rustle of silk and lace barely making a sound. Jungkook looked up from his paperwork, eyes dark and sharp as they took in Jimin’s form.
“Baby, what are you still doing up this late?” Jungkook’s voice was low, edged with concern and something fiercer beneath it. “You need to be resting.”
Jimin smiled, stepping closer until he was pressed between Jungkook and the desk. Jungkook slid his chair back with a growl, making room for his omega.
“I missed you,” Jimin whispered, tilting his head down to meet the alpha’s intense gaze. “I just wanted to see you.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a possessive growl as his eyes roamed over Jimin’s body, tracing the black silk robe draping over the delicate lingerie beneath.
“Did anyone else see what’s mine as you were walking here?” he asked, voice thick with ownership.
Jimin smirked. “No, alpha.”
Jungkook’s growl deepened in approval. His large hands settled on Jimin’s hips, squeezing possessively as he admired the soft curves beneath the silk. With a deliberate roughness, he peeled back the robe, his breath hitching at the sight of Jimin’s flawless skin.
Jimin’s fingers moved quickly, reaching down to unbuckle Jungkook’s belt, fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. He slid the leather strap free and tugged Jungkook’s pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, releasing his hard, thick cock into the cool air. It was already slick and dripping, head glistening with precome.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened as Jimin’s hand wrapped around him, warm and eager. Jimin stroked him slowly, teasing the sensitive tip, watching the alpha’s breath hitch with every touch.
Then, without breaking eye contact, Jungkook stood up lifted Jimin effortlessly under the arms and settled him onto the desk, lying him back until his shoulders pressed flat against the smooth wood. His palm pressed firmly on Jimin’s chest, holding him grounded as he knelt between his thighs.
Jungkook’s mouth went straight for Jimin’s scent gland fluttering wildly beneath his jawline, lips sucking and biting with obsession, inhaling the intoxicating milky scent that clung to his omega like a spell.
“Gods,” Jungkook murmured, voice ragged with need. “You smell so fucking good.”
Jimin’s arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck, fingers tangling in the alpha’s dark hair as he whispered, breath warm against his lips, “I’m glad you like it... because I’m going to be smelling like this for nine months, and probably a while after.”
Jungkook pulled back for a heartbeat, brows furrowed, then his eyes flicked to the ultrasound picture Jimin pulled from his robe pocket and held up proudly.
“You gave me your pup, alpha.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched as he stared at the print, the reality settling deep in his chest. Then his eyes snapped back to Jimin, wild and feral.
Without warning, he slammed his mouth down on Jimin’s, claiming him fiercely. His hands roamed eagerly, fingers tracing every inch of Jimin’s body through the thin silk. He didn’t bother undressing Jimin...he wanted to feel the delicate fabric clinging to his omega’s skin as he fucked him hard.
He shifted Jimin’s black panties to the side, exposing the slick heat that pulsed for him. Jungkook positioned himself carefully, then drove deep into Jimin’s warm, tight heat, muscles flexing as he filled him completely.
Jungkook’s hips moved with brutal, hungry rhythm against the desk, the sound of skin meeting silk mixing with their ragged breathing. His mouth returned to Jimin’s scent gland, sucking and biting as he growled possessively.
“I’ve pupped you so good,” Jungkook whispered hoarsely, “so full. Going to keep you pupped.”
Jimin nodded, voice trembling. “Yes, alpha…”
His breath hitched sharply, body trembling with the rising tide. His fingers dug into Jungkook’s shoulders, nails grazing skin, as waves of pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside him.
With a guttural cry, Jimin shattered, his orgasm ripping through him with breathtaking force. Every nerve ending ignited, slick flooding his insides and spilling out on to the alpha's cock as he rode the powerful release hard against Jungkook’s thick length.
Jungkook groaned deeply, hips stuttering as he felt Jimin clench around him, their bodies locked together in a perfect storm of need and love.
His grip on Jimin’s hips tightened as he felt the knot swell, thick and hot against Jimin’s entrance. With a deep, guttural growl, he pushed forward, sinking the knot deep inside.
Jimin gasped, arching into the knot, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair as the alpha’s thick swollen knot pulsed, locking them together hard and unbreakable.
The heat and pressure stretched deep inside, every pulse sending waves of pleasure and possession crashing through them both.
Jungkook’s breath was heavy in Jimin’s ear as he whispered, “You’re mine. You and our pup. Always.”
Jimin’s heart thundered as they rode out the intense, raw connection...tied together by more than flesh, by a bond that would only grow stronger.
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After Jungkook had taken him with unrelenting force, knotting him so deeply Jimin was left trembling and gasping for breath, the alpha didn’t let him go for a moment. Still flushed from the heat of their coupling, Jungkook gathered him up in his arms, carrying him back to their room as though he weighed nothing. He stripped them both bare with slow, sure hands, then...without a word...lifted him again, cradling him close as he carried him straight into the comfort of their nest.
Jungkook and Jimin lay tangled and bare, the soft silk sheets pushed aside. Jungkook’s large hands roamed slowly over Jimin’s body...tracing the smooth planes of his skin, lingering over every curve, every subtle line of muscle and softness. But his fingers kept returning to Jimin’s still flat, pregnant belly. It was almost miraculous to him...this delicate life growing inside their mate.
With reverent care, Jungkook lowered his head, pressing his nose to Jimin’s stomach. He inhaled deeply, scenting the warm, sweet promise of their pup. Over and over, he nuzzled and kissed, soft, wet kisses trailing along the smooth skin. His tongue flicked lightly, tasting, marking...claiming.
Jimin’s fingers threaded through Jungkook’s dark hair, holding him close, heart swelling at the tender obsession. “You’re such a good omega,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, voice thick with awe and pride. “So good for your alpha... and for our pup.”
The praise made Jimin’s chest swell, his omega heart fluttering as he preened under his alpha’s devoted gaze.
Their mouths met suddenly, teeth and tongues clashing in a fierce, demanding kiss. Teeth nipped at sensitive necks, tongues lapping and teasing, growing hungrier by the second.
Jungkook trailed kisses down Jimin’s chest, his lips warm and wet as they traveled lower, until finally, his mouth descended between Jimin’s thighs. His tongue flicked and licked at the slickening folds, tasting the essence of his mate, already dripping with need.
Jimin trembled, hips lifting involuntarily as Jungkook’s skilled mouth coaxed out shudders and moans, building heat until his orgasm crashed down, slick flooding Jungkook’s eager mouth. Jungkook swallowed every drop, groaning softly in satisfaction.
Climbing back up, Jungkook captured Jimin’s mouth again, his breath hot and heavy against his lips. “Ride me,” he whispered, voice low and commanding.
A soft whimper escaped Jimin’s throat as he slid up, straddling his alpha. He lined Jungkook’s thick, pulsing cock at his entrance and slowly sank down, bottoming out with a shudder.
Jungkook threw his head back, a deep growl ripping from his chest. “So tight… gonna keep you pupped all year round, baby.”
Jimin gasped, a heady mix of pain and pleasure flooding through him as he rocked forward, riding Jungkook’s hard length. “Your cock’s so big, it’s splitting me wide open… but it feels so fucking good.”
Jungkook growled, his hands gripping Jimin’s hips possessively. “Only for you, baby. Only you.”
They moved together in a slow, heated rhythm...Jimin’s hips rolling, grinding, soaking up every delicious inch. Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling him down harder with each thrust, their skin slick with sweat and desire.
With a low, guttural growl, Jungkook’s knot began to swell, pressing deep and firm inside Jimin’s slicked opening. “Gonna knot you so hard,” he rumbled, “pup you good again.”
Jimin’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as the knot expanded, filling him utterly. The sensation was overwhelming, raw and infinite. Jungkook’s cock pulsed inside him, flooding him with endless, hot cum that spilled deep within, each thrust sending shudders racing through both their bodies.
Jungkook’s grunts and groans filled the room as he held Jimin close, the power of his claim and love melding in the fierce heat of their union.
They stayed locked together, breaths mingling, hearts pounding… a perfect, savage promise of love, life, and the family they were creating. Jungkook’s voice was low and rough against Jimin’s ear, each word laced with the weight of an oath.
“I’ll always protect you, baby,” he murmured, tightening his hold as if daring the world to challenge him. “You and our pup...no one will ever lay a hand on either of you. If anyone tries…” his teeth scraped over the bite mark at Jimin’s neck, “…I’ll kill them. I don’t care who they are.”
Then, without warning, Jungkook buried his face in the curve of Jimin’s throat. His chest rumbled with a deep, primal growl as he inhaled Jimin’s scent, filling his lungs with the omega’s essence before dragging his jaw across the sensitive skin. He rubbed there in slow, deliberate strokes, smearing his alpha musk over Jimin until it clung thick and warm, blanketing the omega’s natural sweetness.
The reaction was instant. Jimin’s body trembled under the possessive touch, his knees going weak even though he was lying down. A sharp, involuntary whimper slipped from his lips, and his pupils blew wide, glazed with something raw and instinctive. The heady mixture of their scents hit him like a wave...Jungkook’s dominance and safety twined together with his own scent until all Jimin could smell, all he could be, was theirs.
His chest ached in the best way, tight with emotion, and his eyes stung with tears he couldn’t hold back. Fingers clutching desperately at Jungkook’s broad shoulders, he pulled him closer, pressing into the mark as if he could fuse them together.
“I know,” Jimin whispered, voice trembling but sure. “With you…we're safe.”
Jungkook’s arms tightened, caging him in. He pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, their mingled scents thick in the air, wrapping them in an invisible shield...an unspoken vow sealed in instinct and love.
Chapter 12
Summary:
A new villain enters the picture.
Jungkook and Jimin go shopping for their pup.
At Jimin's pup appointment Jin expresses some concerns with the pup's growth.
Jin, unbeknownst to him, hires an assistant with hidden motives.
Notes:
Aish, here we go again. I just couldn't let us have a peaceful moment now could I lol?
BTW in case it's not clear...there will be no cheating or sad endings in any of my stories.
Anyway, let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
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Chapter Text
Three months had passed in a fragile quiet since Jungkook had quietly shared the news of Jimin’s pregnancy with only a select few trusted within his inner circle. Outside their world, the secret was theirs alone to protect...at least, that was how Jungkook intended it to be until their pup was born.
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Jungkook’s office in the mansion, casting long shadows over the sleek, dark wood and leather. The air was thick with tension as Jungkook sat across from Lorenzo Romano...known as The Serpent...the ruthless Italian Alpha who led the Veleno Nero Syndicate. Their alliance was one of convenience, forged through shared interests in their illegal casino operations. But trust between them was brittle, laced with suspicion beneath their polite words.
Jungkook’s voice remained steady and firm as they navigated the negotiation, eyes sharp and unreadable. Lorenzo’s gaze flicked around the room, analyzing everything with practiced calculation.
A soft knock at the door broke their focus. Jungkook’s eyes immediately shifted to the entrance. “Enter.”
The door opened, and Jimin stepped lightly inside, dressed in a soft pink sundress patterned with tiny white flowers. The hem swayed gently against his honey thighs as he moved, a white cardigan unbuttoned over his shoulders, paired with simple white low-top Converse. His delicate frame carried a subtle new scent...a faint milky sweetness beneath his usual omega musk. It was a scent only Jungkook truly recognized, one marking the new life growing within him.
Lorenzo’s nostrils flared, catching the familiar aroma of a pupped omega. His gaze sharpened, flickering between the omega and Jungkook. He didn’t know this omega by name...only that he belonged to Jeon, and the scent spoke volumes. Vulnerability. Value.
Jungkook’s protective instincts flared at once...not liking his pregnant omega around an unknown alpha, especially one as dangerous as Lorenzo. His eyes darkened with possessiveness as he beckoned Jimin closer. “Come here.”
Jimin crossed the room smoothly and settled into Jungkook’s lap, curling close as Jungkook’s hand slid possessively over the faint curve of his belly. The alpha’s fingers pressed gently, his thumb tracing soft circles, drinking in the life growing beneath his touch.
Leaning forward, Jungkook brushed a searing kiss against Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near his scent gland. He inhaled deeply, his nose capturing every nuance of Jimin’s scent...the soft omega musk mingled with that unmistakable milky sweetness.
Lorenzo watched, dark eyes narrowing. The truth was clear: Jeon’s omega was carrying his pup and the alpha was highly protective and territorial. That realization sparked dangerous thoughts behind Lorenzo’s calm facade.
“What do you need, baby?” Jungkook asked quietly, his hand never leaving Jimin’s belly.
Jimin smiled gently, entwining his fingers with Jungkook’s. “We were supposed to go shopping for the canopy today, remember? I've been wanting one for months now, alpha."
Jungkook pressed a reverent kiss to Jimin’s forehead. “I’ll take you after this meeting.”
Lorenzo stood, his movement deliberate and smooth. “We can discuss this later, Jeon. Please attend to your beautiful omega.”
Jungkook’s gaze locked with Lorenzo’s as they shook hands, the tension sharp between them. “Nothing leaves this room.”
As the door clicked shut behind Lorenzo, Jungkook’s hands moved over Jimin’s body with fierce devotion. He pulled him closer, burying his nose in Jimin’s neck and chest, scenting deeply as low growls of possessive satisfaction rumbled from his throat.
“No one will ever harm you or our pup,” Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Not now. Not ever.”
Jimin leaned his head back further, basking in the attention his mate was giving him, a soft moan slipping past his lips. “Mmmm, I know.”
The alpha leaned up to kiss him, catching the curve of Jimin’s smile. Jimin’s soft giggle fluttered against his mouth, eyes sparkling. “Do you like my dress, alpha?” he asked, the teasing lilt in his voice wrapping around Jungkook like silk.
A low rumble of appreciation vibrated in Jungkook’s chest as his hands slid under the hem of Jimin’s dress, palms finding the warm, smooth bare skin beneath. “I like what’s underneath the dress even more,” he murmured, fingers flexing possessively.
Jimin’s breath hitched as Jungkook’s kisses trailed down his neck again. “Can we go shopping now, alpha?” he whispered, still playful despite the heat curling in his belly.
Jungkook’s gaze darkened, a deep, guttural growl escaping as he nipped gently at Jimin’s full lips. “Let’s go.”
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Lorenzo stepped out of Jungkook’s office, his polished shoes silent against the expensive hardwood floors of the Jeon mansion. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind him, sealing away the imposing alpha’s presence. He schooled his face into a mask of mild satisfaction for the benefit of any watching staff, but inside, his thoughts churned.
Jeon’s pupped omega.
The words repeated in his mind like a siren song. He had caught the subtle scent in the office...sweet, ripe, and unmistakably pregnant. That omega had been in here earlier, the clinging trace of his pheromones too fresh to be coincidence. The air in Jungkook’s office had practically pulsed with possessive alpha energy, and yet… the omega’s scent still lingered. Jeon's mate. Jeon's pregnant mate.
In his world, that meant one thing...profit. Enormous profit.
Lorenzo’s mind ticked through the numbers like clockwork. Jeon’s bloodline was power, wealth, and influence wrapped in flesh. A pup like that could fetch an astronomical price on the underground market. Wealthy, desperate alphas and omegas...especially those who couldn’t have pups...would pay anything for a pup with such a pedigree.
He knew because he had built his fortune on it.
Lorenzo’s illegal adoption ring was as efficient as it was cold-blooded. His man on the streets...Anton...was skilled at spotting the right targets: unattended pups, street orphans, careless parents who let their young wander too far. One snatch, one quiet disappearance, and Lorenzo’s hands were clean by the time the sale went through.
A Jeon pup, though…that would require precision.
Descending the grand staircase, Lorenzo offered a charming smile to a passing maid, even tipping his head in a polite nod. She blushed faintly and looked away. Foolish girl. Everyone in this mansion was loyal to the Don, but loyalty could be bypassed with the right infiltration.
Once outside, the cool air of the driveway greeted him. His black luxury sedan waited at the base of the stone steps, the driver immediately stepping forward to open the door. Lorenzo slid into the plush leather seat, his mind already moving three steps ahead.
The door shut with a muffled thud, sealing him in quiet. He reached for his phone.
“Anton,” he said smoothly when the call connected. “I have something… special for you to arrange.”
On the other end, the man grunted. “What is it?”
“A pupped omega,” Lorenzo replied, letting the words drip with significance. “Jeon’s omega. I want eyes on him until the birth. Get someone inside that mansion...staff, delivery crew, I don’t care how. Once the pup is born…” His lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. “It’s to be brought to me. Directly.”
There was a pause, then a low whistle from Anton. “That’s dangerous, boss. Jeon is a mean son of a bitch when it comes to his loved ones. I can only imagine what he'd do to someone taking his pup."
“It will be worth it,” Lorenzo said flatly, his tone brooking no doubt. “A pup like that will fetch a price you can’t imagine. He'll never know it was me.”
He ended the call without another word, tucking the phone into his coat pocket.
As the car rolled away from the Jeon estate, Lorenzo let himself relax against the seat, his smile sharpening into something sinister.
This pup would bring him a fortune.
And no alpha...not even Jeon Jungkook...would stand in his way.
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The late-morning sun was warm against the glass storefronts as Jungkook guided Jimin through the mall, two tall bodyguards shadowing them like silent sentinels. His large palm rested at the small of Jimin’s back, steady and protective, as they stepped into a home décor store lined with every kind of fabric canopy imaginable.
Jimin ran delicate fingers over lace, silk, cotton, and chiffon, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Every time he tested the texture between his fingertips, he tilted his head in thought, biting his lip just slightly before shaking his head and moving to the next. Jungkook, though impatient by nature, stood silently behind him, arms folded, content to watch his omega fuss over such an important detail for their nest.
It took at least twenty tries before Jimin’s steps slowed in front of one particular display. A sheer black canopy hung in graceful folds, pooling slightly at the floor. The soft material shimmered faintly in the light. Jimin’s face lit up instantly.
“This one,” he murmured, voice gentle but sure. His fingers smoothed over the fabric like it was something sacred.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a small smile. “Then this one it is.” He waved over the shop assistant without hesitation, ordering it packaged. No price tag was even checked.
From there, Jimin tugged him toward a baby store across the way, the scent of his excitement blooming like warm honey in the air. He darted from rack to rack, cooing at impossibly tiny onesies, knitted hats, and miniature socks.
“Look at this one, Kook,” Jimin beamed, holding up a soft cream-colored sleeper decorated with little silver moons and wolves.
Jungkook reached out, taking it from his hands as if it were made of spun glass. “We’ll take it,” he told the clerk before Jimin could even ask.
It continued like that for nearly an hour...Jimin pointing, Jungkook buying. Each purchase seemed to swell something in Jungkook’s chest, a primal satisfaction in providing for his omega and pup. He stood taller, shoulders squared, his hand never leaving Jimin’s waist.
Next, they wandered into a baby furniture store. Jimin’s eyes were wide as he moved through the showroom. Together, they picked out a crib with carved wooden rails, a matching bassinet, a changing table, a rocking chair, and even soft wall lighting shaped like stars and moons. By the time the order was placed, Jimin was quiet, his scent had shifted to sadness, and his fingers idly curling into the hem of Jungkook’s designer suit.
Jungkook immediately noticed. His brow furrowed as he turned to cup Jimin’s cheek, tilting his chin up so he could see him fully. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was low, threaded with concern.
Jimin hesitated, chewing on his lip before admitting, “I don’t like the idea of our pup sleeping away from us. What if they need us in the middle of the night?”
Jungkook’s response was instant and certain. “Then they won’t. I’ll have the vacant room next to our bedroom connected to ours...take the wall down completely. The crib will be right there, where we can reach them.”
Jimin’s eyes softened, sadness lifting as quickly as it came. He smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Thank you.”
By the time they made it back to their waiting black SUV, their hands were full of shopping bags, the bodyguards efficiently loading the rest into the trunk. Jimin curled up against Jungkook’s arm once they were inside, the steady hum of the engine filling the comfortable silence.
“I have a pup checkup tomorrow,” Jimin said softly, his thumb tracing over Jungkook’s wrist. “To see how the baby’s growing and to get my belly measured. Will you come with me?”
Jungkook leaned down, brushing his lips over Jimin’s forehead, his scent wrapping warmly around him. “I won’t miss a single moment of our pup’s life, baby.”
Jimin’s smile was small but full of contentment. He tucked himself closer against Jungkook’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as the alpha’s steady heartbeat and scent lulled him into a peaceful doze.
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The quiet hum of the mansion’s medical wing was a comforting presence as Jungkook and Jimin stepped inside Jin’s clinic. The familiar sterile scent mingled with a subtle warmth...the safe cocoon of home, a world apart from the chaos and danger lurking beyond the mansion’s walls.
Jungkook’s hand found Jimin’s, fingers lacing tightly, grounding them both. Jimin’s white sundress swayed softly with every step, delicate lace at the hem brushing his calves. His cardigan was buttoned neatly, a simple but cozy armor against the nervous fluttering in his chest. He felt vulnerable, his growing belly a constant reminder of the life within, but Jungkook’s steady presence was a balm...solid, protective, unshakable.
He’s here. Always. No matter what, Jimin thought, squeezing Jungkook’s hand.
Jin greeted them with his usual gentle smile, his calm eyes reflecting the warmth of a friend, not just a physician. “Good to see you both again. Let’s get started.”
Jimin stepped lightly onto the scale, feeling the subtle press of Jungkook’s hand steadying him at his back. He watched Jin’s brow crease thoughtfully as the numbers settled. “You’ve gained five more pounds since your last visit, Jimin. That’s ten pounds total now.”
A soft breath escaped Jimin’s lips. Every ounce is a promise, he thought, glancing at Jungkook, who gave a reassuring squeeze back.
Jin moved to measure Jimin’s belly next, his touch clinical but gentle. “You’re starting to show more than average for this stage,” he said, eyes flicking to Jungkook with a hint of concern. “Which makes sense, given your alpha’s size.”
Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, the protective fire flaring immediately. “What does that mean, exactly?”
Jin met his intense stare with calm. “It means the pup might grow larger than usual, which could make a natural birth difficult. In such cases, a cesarean section may be necessary.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, tension coiling beneath his skin. “A cesarean section?”
“It’s a routine surgical procedure to ensure the safety of both omega and pup when complications arise,” Jin reassured, voice smooth like a steady anchor. “Nothing to panic over. We’ll monitor closely every step of the way.”
“Alright, Jimin,” Jin said, rolling over the ultrasound machine. “Hop up on the exam table.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink as he carefully lifted the hem of his white sundress to his chest, revealing the soft curve of his legs and the simple white tiny cotton panties beneath. Jungkook’s low growl vibrated in the air, thick with possessiveness and hunger.
“Behave,” Jimin teased, laughter bright and light as Jungkook leaned down to press a fierce, protective kiss to his lips.
He’s mine. Every part of me, Jungkook thought, tracing the line of Jimin’s jaw with reverent fingers beforetaking Jimin's hand gently.
Jin applied the cool gel to Jimin’s abdomen, the chill making him shiver. The transducer moved smoothly, and the screen flickered alive, revealing the unmistakable shapes of their pup...tiny head, curled arms, delicate spine.
Then, the room filled with a sudden, steady rhythmic sound...the baby’s heartbeat.
Jimin’s breath hitched, eyes wide with wonder. Jungkook’s hand tightened gently in his, his voice low and reverent. “Do you hear that? Our pup’s heart... beating strong.”
The steady thrum of life echoed between them, a sacred song that wrapped around their hearts and sealed their bond.
“That’s one big pup,” Jin said with a chuckle, eyes shining with delight at the monitor."He's measuring higher than average."
Jungkook’s chest expanded with pride, lips tugging into a triumphant smile. Jimin’s own smile was softer, filled with awe and love, eyes shining bright with a new kind of hope.
This little life... our future, Jimin thought, heart swelling.
“Everything looks perfect, guys.” Jin said warmly. “Your pup is healthy, and so are you, Jimin.”
He glanced between them, a playful glint in his eye. “Would you like to find out the sex?”
Their hands intertwined tighter, a silent conversation passing between them before they both nodded, voices soft but sure. “Yes.”
Jin’s smile deepened. “It’s a big baby boy.”
The room seemed to pause, the weight of the news settling over them like a sacred blessing.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened with fierce love and determination. Our son. Our family.
Jimin’s fingers tightened around Jungkook’s, his soul glowing with a quiet joy.
Jin looked to Jungkook with quiet respect. “You’re taking excellent care of your mate and your pup.”
A slow, confident smirk curved Jungkook’s lips. “I intend to protect them both. Always.”
Jungkook took the soft, cool cloth Jin handed him and began to carefully wipe the lingering ultrasound gel from Jimin’s belly. His hands moved with practiced gentleness, almost reverent, as if every inch of his omega’s skin was sacred. He pulled the hem of Jimin’s white sundress back down, smoothing it over the soft curve of his belly.
Jimin shifted slightly, a faint blush warming his cheeks as Jungkook helped him sit up on the edge of the exam table. The alpha’s steady hands supported him, anchoring Jimin in place with silent reassurance. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Jimin’s face...flushed, vulnerable, yet radiant with a quiet strength that made Jungkook’s heart ache with pride and fierce protectiveness.
Just as Jimin settled in, Jin cleared his throat softly, his tone growing more serious but still warm. “Before you both leave, there’s something I want to discuss… more for you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s brows drew together, his alpha senses sharpening instantly. He turned his full attention to Jin, eyes alert.
Jin took a breath. "Jimin’s pregnancy is progressing beautifully...you’re doing a great job caring for him. But with everything else on my plate, managing the clinic alone is starting to take its toll. The further along Jimin gets, the more closely he needs to be monitored. I’m running ragged trying to keep up with it all.”
Jungkook’s guilt flared up at the thought of Jin being overburdened, of anything slipping through the cracks. He tightened his jaw, contemplating the best way forward.
“So, what do you need from me?” Jungkook asked quietly, voice steady but laced with concern.
Jin met his gaze evenly. “An assistant. Someone reliable and discreet to help with daily clinic duties, patient care, and especially to keep a close eye on Jimin. It’ll ease the load...on both of us...and ensure your mate gets the best care possible through the pregnancy.”
Jungkook’s mind raced for a moment. Hiring someone new meant opening their inner circle, a potential risk. But he trusted Jin implicitly, knew the doctor’s judgment was sound.
“Alright,” Jungkook said finally, voice firm with resolve. “Find whoever you think is best. Someone you trust completely. Have Yoongi get a background check on them.”
Jin’s expression softened into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Jungkook. I’ll put out a job posting tomorrow. I want to find someone professional, capable, and discreet...someone who understands the delicacy of your situation.”
Jimin reached out with a small, tentative hand, finding Jungkook’s and squeezing gently. In that simple gesture was a wealth of trust and love. Jungkook’s chest swelled with emotion, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily but willingly on his shoulders.
He glanced down at Jimin’s flushed face, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but his omega’s safety and comfort. “We’ll make sure you have everything you need,” Jungkook promised softly, voice low and unwavering.
Jimin smiled, leaning into Jungkook’s warmth, feeling safe and cherished, ready to face whatever came next...together.
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Two weeks had passed since Jin hired an assistant to help with the delicate care Jimin required during his pregnancy. Today was Heeseung’s orientation day. Jin stood beside the young omega, explaining the gravity of their task with clinical precision.
“Your background check came back spotless,” Jin said softly, eyes steady but kind. “This position demands absolute discretion. Jimin’s condition is fragile, and everything we do here must remain confidential.”
Heeseung nodded, drinking in every word. “I understand, Doctor Kim. I’ll be careful.”
The orientation was smooth and professional. Jin introduced Heeseung to both Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin’s gentle smile and soft voice warmed some of the tension in Heeseung’s chest, but it was Jungkook who stole his breath. The alpha stood tall and commanding, black hair slicked back, his dark, round eyes sharp and calculating. His powerful muscles flexed beneath his tailored shirt, and Heeseung felt a primal pull deep in his core.
Jungkook’s gaze locked onto Heeseung with a silent warning, but the omega held his ground. “I promise to take excellent care of your omega and pup,” Heeseung said, voice steady despite the storm inside him.
Jimin squeezed Jungkook’s hand gently and smiled warmly before the two excused themselves, leaving Jin and Heeseung alone to finish the orientation.
Once it was over, Jin gave Heeseung his starting time. “Be here at 8 a.m. tomorrow. It’s going to be a demanding day.”
Heeseung nodded and left the clinic, the weight of the task ahead settling on his shoulders. But the moment he closed the car door behind him, he peeled off the scent patch that masked his omega pheromones. The only reason he's wearing the damn thing is so his intentions wouldn't be sniffed out.
Immediately the scent of sea breeze and limes flooded the car, slick pooled in his panties, a heat flaring low in his belly that he couldn’t deny. The memory of Jungkook’s scent...the intoxicating mix of musk and power...burned behind his eyelids. The alpha’s presence in the clinic had nearly undone him, his breath hitching as Jungkook’s eyes had cut into his soul. The image of those black hair strands swept back, the broad chest, and the sharp, demanding gaze made his cock twitch painfully.
He slammed his foot on the accelerator, ignoring the speed limits as adrenaline and desire mingled into a potent rush.
Once home, Heeseung ripped off his clothes, trembling from need and nervous excitement. His fingers fumbled with the elastic of his panties, freeing his already hard cock. His slick coated his fingers as he pulled out his biggest knot inflatable dildo from the drawer. The cold silicone hit his skin, but his mind was burning with fantasies.
He got on the bed and put a pillow between his legs, straddling it, he placed the dildo between his legs and slid it slowly inside himself, groaning as he imagined Jungkook’s thick, unyielding length filling him with possessive power. The thought of the alpha’s strong hands gripping his hips, the heat of his breath against his neck, sent sparks through his body.
He gripped the dildo tighter, riding the cock deep and hard, his mouth falling open in a ragged moan. “Jungkook…” he gasped, voice thick with need, “Alpha… please…knot me...”
As the pleasure built fast, he quickly reached down and pressed the button, inflating the knot...waves crashed through him as he screamed the alpha’s name, hips bucking, fingers clawing at the sheets. His orgasm ripped through him, muscles clenching as he came hard on the knot, spilling over the dildo and slicking his thighs.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed onto the bed, the haze of release mingling with the sharp edge of his mission.
I’m not here to fuck Jungkook, he told himself through the lingering heat. I’m here to watch, to steal the pup when it’s born.
He swallowed hard. Deliver it to Lorenzo… get my cut.
But the cold truth stabbed deeper. If I fail… if I slip… it won’t be my hole aching.
It’ll be my head.
His pulse thundered in his temples as Jungkook’s scent seemed to cling to every nerve ending, igniting a fire that wouldn’t be quenched anytime soon.
Still trembling from the intensity of his release, Heeseung wiped his face and reached for his phone. His fingers dialed quickly, the screen lighting up with Lorenzo’s name.
“Lorenzo,” Heeseung said, voice low but steady. “I got the job. Started orientation today. Everything’s going smoothly so far.”
On the other end, Lorenzo’s deep chuckle rumbled through the line. “Good boy,” he said approvingly. “Keep a close eye on Jeon’s omega and that pup. I want regular reports...every detail.”
Heeseung swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the assignment settle deeper in his chest. “Understood. I won’t let you down.”
Lorenzo’s tone turned darker, colder. “Remember, Heeseung...failure is not an option. I want that pup. Bring it to me.”
The line went dead.
Heeseung’s breath hitched as he stared at the phone, mind racing. The game had begun. And there was no turning back.
Chapter 13
Summary:
Jungkook puts together the baby's crib and Jimin ends up helping.
Jimin has a horrible nightmare about their pup.
Heeseung plots to make Jungkook his.
Jungkook is suspicious of Heeseung.
Notes:
And so the plot thickens.
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Chapter Text
Fresh from the shower, droplets still sliding down his smooth, bare skin, Jimin wrapped a towel loosely under his arm as he stepped into their dressing room. His soft, pale body gleamed in the warm light, the curve of his growing belly rounding gently beneath his ribs. He let the towel slip open, his eyes tracing the subtle swell, the widening of his hips, and the thickening of his thighs. Slowly, he turned to the side, admiring the roundness of his ass...always firm, but now undeniably plumper and more sensitive. He was five months pregnant and glowing.
A low, possessive growl rumbled from behind him. Jungkook’s strong hands slid possessively around Jimin’s waist, warm palms pressing against the tender skin of his belly. He pulled Jimin flush against him, his breath hot and heavy at the nape of his neck.
“You’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with desire and pride.
Jimin smiled, tilting his head in submission so Jungkook could mark him. The alpha’s fingers traced the curve of his neck as he pressed his scent deep into the sensitive skin, growling low and marking him fiercely.
Jungkook’s hands roamed down Jimin’s back and hips before grabbing his waist and pulling him toward the marble vanity. The cool surface sent a shiver up Jimin’s spine as Jungkook bent him forward, spreading his legs wide and exposing him completely. Jimin’s wet skin glistened under the overhead light, every inch of him ripe and ready for his alpha.
The alpha lowered his mouth to the sensitive crease between Jimin’s thighs. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salty, sweet slick coating Jimin’s hole. Warm, wet licks traced slow, deliberate circles, teasing and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Jimin’s breath hitched sharply.
“Ah...Alpha, please…” Jimin whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily, desperate for more.
Jungkook’s fingers squeezed the omegas ass cheeks, spreading him open gently as his mouth worked, sucking and biting the soft skin. Jimin’s hands clenched the edge of the vanity, nails digging into the cold marble as waves of pleasure crashed through him.
When Jungkook finally pulled back, the sharp sound of his belt buckle releasing filled the air, sending a jolt of anticipation through Jimin’s body.
Jungkook’s thick cock sprang free, glistening with precome, twitching impatiently. His dark eyes burned with hunger and possession as he positioned himself behind Jimin once more.
With a rough, possessive thrust, Jungkook shoved deep inside him, filling Jimin completely. The exquisite stretch overwhelmed Jimin, his muscles clenching tightly around the thick shaft.
“Such a tight, eager omega,” Jungkook growled, voice low and primal. “You’re mine to breed...mine to fill with pups. Feel how full I make you.”
Jimin gasped, a needy moan escaping his lips. “Alpha… harder…breed me…”
Jungkook’s hips slammed harder, each thrust deeper and more demanding. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips, pulling him flush against his length as he claimed every inch.
“You're already pupped full, so swollen and ripe, I’ll knot you so tight you won’t be able to move,” Jungkook promised, voice rough with lust. “I’ll keep you bred all year round until you’re bursting. You’re mine, omega. All mine.”
Jimin whimpered loudly, the sensation overwhelming. “Yes, alpha, please...fill me, knot me...oh fuck, I’m yours…”
Jungkook’s hands slid up to cradle Jimin’s swollen belly, his thumbs tracing possessive circles over the smooth skin. The alpha’s hips slammed harder, driving deeper and harder inside Jimin’s heated core.
The knot inside Jungkook’s cock began to swell, filling Jimin’s tight heat with unbearable fullness. Jungkook growled fiercely, biting into Jimin’s neck as he pulled him flush against his body.
“I’m going to knot you so hard,” Jungkook hissed in his ear, voice thick with breeding intent even though his omega was already pupped.
Jimin’s body trembled, clenched tight around the knot as a powerful orgasm shattered through him. He moaned loud and raw, his head falling forward as waves of ecstasy rolled over every nerve ending.
“Alpha… I’m c-cumming...so full...so good…”
Jungkook grunted, his own release crashing through him as he filled Jimin completely, knot pulsing deep inside, anchoring them together. His hips jerked with primal need, holding Jimin captive in the most intimate claim of all.
Jungkook’s lips trailed fiery kisses down Jimin’s neck and shoulders as they rode out their tremors, the room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and whispered promises.
“I got you, baby,” Jungkook murmured against heated skin.
Jimin’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. “You always do."
Their breaths still mingled in the heavy air as Jungkook slowly pulled back, eyes dark and tender, reading every curve and flush of Jimin’s skin. Without a word, he lifted his omega into his arms, the solid weight of Jimin comforting against his chest.
Steam curled lazily from the shower as Jungkook guided Jimin under the hot spray, one big hand braced at the small of his back, the other cupping the curve of his ass as if he didn’t want to let go. The water slicked over their skin, washing away the sweat and heat, but his touch remained slow, reverent.
“Hold on to me,” Jungkook murmured, guiding Jimin so his back was against the tiled wall. His palm slid between his thighs, fingers gliding gently over his still-aching rim and inside the hole. He was thorough...massaging in soft circles, working the water and soap over the tender skin, whispering quiet praise against Jimin’s temple. “My pretty omega… took me so well.”
Jimin’s lashes fluttered, his body melting into the steady warmth of his alpha’s care. He was sore, but Jungkook’s careful hands made it feel like something to be cherished rather than endured.
When they stepped out, Jungkook wrapped him in a thick towel, rubbing slow strokes along his arms before crouching to pat his legs dry. Jimin padded over to the massive double vanity, opening his little line of glass skincare jars, the familiar routine grounding him.
In the mirror, he caught Jungkook pulling on soft grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt...still damp at the collar from his wet hair. He looked different without his usual suit and gun harness, softer but no less powerful.
Jungkook leaned on the counter beside him, watching as Jimin patted moisturizer into his cheeks. “I’m taking the day off,” he said casually, but the glint in his eyes told Jimin it was anything but casual. “Need to put together our pup’s crib and the changing table. Can’t have you bending or lifting.”
Jimin’s lips twitched into a small smile, warmth blooming in his chest. The image of Jungkook...his intimidating mafia boss of an alpha...assembling baby furniture in sweatpants made something deep in his omega stir.
And as Jungkook reached over to smooth a stray damp strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear, he added in a low murmur, “Want everything perfect before he gets here. You and our pup deserve nothing less.”
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The nursery still smelled faintly of fresh paint and new wood, that clean, crisp scent of a room that had only recently become theirs. A couple of months ago, Jungkook had ordered the wall between their bedroom and the adjoining spare room knocked down, determined to keep their pup close once they were born. Now, instead of two separate rooms, the space flowed together...half warm, sprawling nest, half picture-perfect nursery.
Jimin was curled up in their warm nest, lazily swiping at his phone as the scent of his alpha drifted faintly through the air from their pups room. He was halfway through a round of his game when a series of muffled curses broke through the calm.
He blinked, pausing the game. Another curse...louder this time...followed by the sound of something clattering to the floor.
Curiosity winning over comfort, Jimin slid out of the nest and padded barefoot toward the nursery. The sight that greeted him at the doorway made him bite back a laugh.
Jungkook was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an explosion of wooden crib pieces, screws, and tools. He was glaring down at the instruction manual like it had personally betrayed him.
Jimin leaned against the doorframe, arms folded. “What’s wrong?”
Jungkook didn’t even look up at first, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. “This...” he waved toward the crib frame like it was a mortal enemy “...this fucking crib. I’ve tortured people who were easier to deal with than this thing, Jimin.”
Jimin couldn’t help it...he snorted, the sound breaking into laughter before he could cover it with his hand. His shoulders shook as he leaned against the doorframe, watching the infamous mafia boss of the Nocturne Syndicate be defeated by wooden slats and stubborn screws.
“Did you just compare assembling a crib to interrogating someone?”
Jungkook finally looked up, deadpan. “The crib’s putting up more of a fight.”
Jimin laughed harder, stepping inside. “Let me guess...you didn’t read the instructions, did you?”
“I read them,” Jungkook said defensively, “but they were obviously written by a sadist with a grudge against parents.”
Shaking his head, Jimin crouched down beside him and picked up the manual. “Move over, big bad mafia boss. I’ll show you how to do it.”
“Oh? You think you can do better?” Jungkook arched a brow.
“I know I can do better,” Jimin teased, starting to sort the screws into neat little piles.
Jungkook grumbled under his breath but shifted closer, helping as Jimin handed him the right pieces. Somewhere between attaching the first side and tightening the screws, the frustration melted into quiet, playful touches...Jungkook bumping his knee against Jimin’s, Jimin smacking his hand lightly when he put a screw in crooked.
At one point, Jimin leaned over him to grab a bolt, and Jungkook hooked an arm around his waist, tugging him down for a quick kiss. “You make this almost bearable,” he murmured against Jimin’s lips.
“Almost?” Jimin laughed, swatting his shoulder.
By the time they tightened the last bolt, both were grinning. The crib stood perfectly assembled, a slate gray with carved detailing that made it look like something out of a fairytale.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around him from behind, chin resting on his shoulder as they both looked at the crib. “Yeah… teamwork.” His voice softened. “Our pup’s going to sleep here.”
“And you didn’t even have to interrogate it,” Jimin teased, leaning back into him with a smile.
They stood back, side by side, staring at the newly assembled crib like it was some small miracle born of stubbornness and teamwork. The soft light from the nursery sconces cast a golden glow over the fresh wood, making it look warm and inviting.
Jungkook still had a faint smear of wood dust across his cheek and a few strands of hair falling into his eyes from where he’d been bent over the project for hours. His forearms were dusted with saw-like grit from handling the sanded rails. Jimin’s fingers itched to brush back those stray strands and wipe away the smudge, but instead, he stepped forward and let his palm glide over the smooth rail. The wood was cool to the touch, the curve of it gentle, sturdy...safe.
“It’s perfect,” Jungkook murmured, his voice carrying the satisfaction of a man who’d just conquered a worthy opponent.
Jimin tilted his head, gaze sweeping slowly around the room...the soft carpet underfoot, the bare white walls, the crib standing proud in its place. “Not yet,” he said.
Jungkook’s brows lifted as he glanced down at him. “Not yet?”
“I’ve been thinking…” Jimin turned to face him fully, that familiar spark of creativity bright in his gaze. His hands lifted as he spoke, already sketching the image in the air. “I want to paint the whole room a deep slate gray...rich and dark, like the night sky before a storm.” He turned toward the main wall behind the crib, his voice softening with excitement. “And then…I want a mural here. The woods at night. Tall trees, just shadows against the moonlight. A sky full of stars, crisp and bright. And right here...” his hand hovered above the center of the wall, “...a huge, luminous full moon.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened, following the invisible shapes Jimin was painting in the air. “That sounds beautiful,” he said quietly, and he meant it.
“And…” Jimin hesitated just a moment before continuing, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips, “I want a black wolf painted, right here.” He pointed to the space just under where the moon would be. “Howling up at it. That wolf will be you. Our pup’s Appa. Watching over him...protecting him as he sleeps.”
The words landed heavy and warm in Jungkook’s chest. His throat bobbed once, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. The image Jimin described wasn’t just paint on a wall...it was a promise. A claim. A piece of their family’s story immortalized.
Finally, Jungkook stepped closer, his hand finding Jimin’s waist as he pulled him in. He pressed a kiss into Jimin’s damp hair, breathing in the soft, clean scent of him. “I love it,” he murmured, his voice low and certain against Jimin’s temple. “We’ll make it happen. Exactly the way you see it.”
Jimin smiled into his chest, his fingers curling lightly into Jungkook’s shirt. In that moment, the bare walls didn’t seem so empty...they were already alive with the future.
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The storm outside that night raged, rain thrashing the windows like a wild beast desperate to break inside. Thunder rumbled low and angry, shaking the very walls of their sanctuary. Inside the nest, Jungkook and Jimin lay tangled together beneath the heavy blankets, the alpha’s strong arms wrapped possessively around the fragile omega.
Jimin’s breaths were shallow, uneven, and restless...his body trembling subtly beneath Jungkook’s chest. His face was pale, slick with sweat, lips parted as if silently begging for salvation. Unseen behind his closed eyelids, the nightmare clawed its way forward.
He was sixteen again.
His heart hammered with a fragile hope as he made his way home from school, each step quickening with the desire to see his Eomma...to make sure she was safe, alive.
His Eomma, who had once poured her heart and soul into a small seamstress business, now lived under the shadow of ruin. His stepfather, a cruel alpha caught deep in debt with ruthless loan sharks, had signed away her business. He had gambled and drunk every last cent she’d saved, the gleam of coins lost to smoke and cards.
But the worst were the nights filled with rage.
The alpha’s manic episodes left bruises and broken spirits. Jimin, though still just a boy, had tried to protect his Eomma from the blows. But he was small and fragile, and the alpha’s fury was a tempest no child could stop. Worse, when Jimin intervened, the alpha’s anger turned on him...the very person trying to shield the family.
That day, Jimin pushed open the battered door of their rundown apartment, heart hammering like a frantic drum.
The world inside was shattered.
Furniture lay overturned, splintered wood scattered across the floor. Walls bore jagged splashes of blood, dark and fresh.
In the center of the ruin, his tiny Eomma lay crumpled on the cold ground, eyes closed and face pale.
Standing above her was his stepfather, wild-eyed and trembling with fury, a bloodied knife clenched in his fist.
The alpha’s head snapped up as his gaze caught Jimin frozen in the doorway.
His voice ripped through the silence, sharp and terrifying:
“YOU’RE GOING TO GIVE ME THAT PUP OR I’M GONNA CUT IT OUT OF YOU!!”
Jimin’s breath caught.
Pup? What pup?
His eyes instinctively dropped to his swollen belly, the weight of new life growing beneath his shirt.
Before he could understand, the stepfather lunged forward, knife raised with deadly intent.
Panic ignited in Jimin’s chest.
He turned and ran.
I have to protect our pup! Alpha will protect us both! I need to find my alpha!
Behind him, the stepfather’s heavy boots pounded, the knife swinging dangerously close.
Pain stabbed at Jimin’s back as the blade grazed him, but adrenaline drove him forward.
His breath came in ragged gasps; his legs ached but he wouldn’t stop.
The world blurred around him, fear and desperation swirling into a storm as fierce as the one outside.
Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder shattered the nightmare.
Jimin bolted upright in bed, eyes wide and wild, chest heaving.
“ALPHA! PUP! SAVE OUR PUP!” he screamed, clutching his belly as if to shield their fragile future.
Jungkook’s senses snapped to full alert.
His eyes flew open. His hand was on his pistol before his mind even caught up...he grabbed it with practiced ease, cocked it, and aimed toward the door, breath sharp and ready.
The room was empty save for the storm’s fury beyond the walls.
Slowly, Jungkook lowered the weapon and turned his full attention to Jimin.
The omega was trembling, sweat slick, tears streaking down his pale cheeks. His breaths were ragged, chest rising and falling in shallow pants.
Without hesitation, Jungkook gathered Jimin into his lap, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
His hands moved soothingly through Jimin’s damp hair, fingers tracing gentle, grounding patterns along the nape of his neck.
“Alpha’s here,” Jungkook murmured low and steady, voice a fierce promise. “No one’s going to hurt you. No one will ever harm you or our pup. They’d have to go through me first.”
Jimin whimpered, voice barely more than a breath, repeating over and over, while holding his stomach, “Alpha… our pup… alpha…he's going to hurt our pup…”
Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to his temple, heart breaking for the pain his mate still carried, for the shadows from a past they’d both fought to leave behind.
“Shh,” Jungkook soothed. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. Sleep.”
Slowly, Jimin’s breathing began to steady, tears slowing as the strength of Jungkook’s presence wrapped around him like a shield.
Outside, the storm continued its wild dance, thunder rolling deep and relentless.
But inside their nest, surrounded by warmth and protection, Jimin finally found a fragile, fleeting peace.
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The next morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the nest. The storm had passed, leaving the air heavy and still, tinged with the scent of damp earth and fresh rain.
Jungkook sat beside Jimin in their nest, both having just finished a quiet breakfast they had sent up to them. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Jimin, noticing the dark circles shadowing his delicate eyes and the way his usually bright gaze seemed dull, clouded by something heavy.
“Hey,” Jungkook said softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “You’re quiet this morning. What’s on your mind?”
Jimin swallowed hard, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his shirt. He met Jungkook’s steady eyes, vulnerability flickering in his own.
“I keep thinking about last night,” Jimin began hesitantly. “That nightmare… it didn’t feel like just a dream. It felt like a warning...a bad omen. Like someone out there wants to hurt our pup.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his protective instincts flaring. “No one will ever hurt our pup,” he said firmly, voice low and resolute. “I swear it.”
Jimin nodded, biting his lip. “I know you mean that, alpha. But the fear… it won’t go away. Like something dark is coming for us.”
Jungkook pulled Jimin into his lap in a firm embrace, holding him close. “Whatever comes, we’ll face it together. I’ll protect you both. Always.”
He reached out, fingertips brushing gently across Jimin’s forehead, pushing a damp strand of hair behind his ear. “Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was low, careful, “What was that nightmare about? You’ve been carrying it all morning.”
Jimin hesitated, his hands nervously twisting the edge of his shirt as if grounding himself. He swallowed, the words heavy and raw as they finally spilled out. “It’s… from my past.” His voice was small, fragile, but determined to be heard. “When I was sixteen, my stepfather was an alpha. But not like you.” His lip trembled. “He was cruel. He drank and gambled away every last bit of my Eomma’s savings...her whole seamstress business...until we had nothing left.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened, clenched jaw betraying the anger he felt hearing Jimin’s pain.
Jimin continued, voice faltering but steadying with the memory. “My Eomma… she used to teach me how to sew her wounds when the alpha would leave her bleeding on the floor. She didn’t want me to be helpless. She wanted me to be strong.”
He remembered, with quiet clarity, the first time Jimin had sewn him up after he’d been shot...how careful and skilled the omega’s hands had been despite his own fragility. Jungkook’s heart ached at the image, wrapping tighter around Jimin’s trembling form. “I remember,” he whispered, “You saved me that day. You’ve always been strong.”
Jimin’s breath hitched as the shadows from the past deepened. “That day… I came home from school to find the apartment in shambles. Furniture smashed, walls stained with blood.” His voice cracked, eyes shimmering with tears. “I saw my stepfather standing over my Eomma, holding a bloody knife...he’d killed her. Then he turned to me, knife raised. That’s when I ran. After that, I was pretty much homeless, shelter to shelter until I met you that night in the bakery.”
He swallowed hard, voice trembling slightly. “In my dream last night, I relived that day...coming home to find him over my Eomma’s body. Then he lunged at me with that knife, saying he was going to cut our pup out of my belly. That’s when I ran, desperate to find you.”
A low growl rumbled from Jungkook’s chest, full of fury and protective fire. He tightened his hold on Jimin, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “It was just a nightmare,” Jungkook promised, voice fierce and unwavering. “No one will ever touch you or our pup. I swear it.”
Jimin shuddered against him, tears slipping free. “In the dream, I ran. I ran so far, trying to find you...to find my alpha who would protect us. And just when he was about to catch me…I woke up.”
Jungkook kissed every tear-streaked part of Jimin’s face, trailing slow, tender kisses over his forehead, cheeks, and jawline. He breathed deeply, scenting Jimin’s natural omega pheromones...the heat and softness that calmed the alpha’s own storm. His voice dropped to a soothing murmur, “Alpha’s here. Always. I’ll protect you, and I’ll protect our pup. You don’t have to run anymore.”
Jimin’s eyes fell to the blankets wrapped around him. “I just want to stay in our nest today… with the canopy drawn, so I can feel safe. I think I need to sleep.” He looked up at Jungkook hesitantly. “Is it okay if I stay here all day? I just…need to be with you.”
Jungkook’s protective hold tightened gently as he whispered, “Of course, baby. You stay right here with me as long as you want. This nest is your safe place. Nothing...no one...will come near you while I’m here.”
He kissed Jimin’s temple softly, then shifted to pull out his phone. With careful fingers, Jungkook texted Yoongi: “Take over for me today. My mate needs me.”
Within moments, his phone buzzed with Yoongi’s reply: “You got it. Take care of Jimin.”
Jungkook smiled faintly, setting the phone aside and drawing Jimin even closer. “Rest as much as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jimin’s eyelids fluttered closed, exhaustion finally pulling him down. Jungkook’s hands stayed steady, cradling him like the most precious thing in the world. He pressed one last kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head and settled back, eyes watchful and unwavering.
Outside the quiet nest, the world moved on. But here, in this fragile space of safety and love, Jungkook was the shield between his omega and every shadow of his past.
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The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as Jimin and Jungkook stepped into the clinic tucked inside their sprawling mansion. The usual bustle of Jin was missing today, replaced by the sleek, controlled presence of Heeseung behind the counter.
Heeseung’s head lifted the instant the door slid open, eyes locking onto Jungkook with a predator’s intensity...sharp, calculating, and unapologetically hungry.
“Mr. Jeon,” Heeseung greeted, voice smooth but carrying an edge, eyes roaming the cut of Jungkook’s tailored suit and the broad strength it hinted at beneath the fabric. The way the jacket clung to his powerful frame made Heeseung’s throat go dry. He imagined, shamelessly, what it would feel like to be claimed by that alpha...to be stretched tight around Jungkook’s knot, swallowed whole in possession and protection.
His gaze flicked over to Jimin...delicate and small, porcelain skin contrasting with the dark warmth of Jungkook’s presence. Beautiful, yes. But fragile. Too fragile.
Heeseung thought about himself...taller, stronger. He could handle Jungkook’s knot better. He would take it all.
Oblivious to the undercurrent, Jimin offered a polite smile and moved toward the exam room, Jungkook’s hand resting possessively at the small of his back. Heeseung trailed just behind, every step deliberate, his eyes sliding back to Jungkook’s profile whenever he thought Jimin’s gaze was elsewhere.
Once Jimin was settled on the padded table, the atmosphere thickened with unspoken tension. Heeseung’s fingers moved professionally over Jimin’s bump, but his eyes betrayed his distraction...flicking up repeatedly to Jungkook.
“How’s our little one doing?” Jimin asked softly, voice gentle but filled with hopeful anticipation.
A slow, almost predatory smile tugged at Heeseung’s lips. “Perfect and strong…just like his Appa.”
The air shifted abruptly. Jungkook’s eyes snapped to Heeseung...dark, sharp, warning.
“Watch yourself,” Jungkook said quietly, but every word was laced with unyielding authority. “You’re here to work. Not to make unwanted comments.”
Heeseung’s eyes widened, but he quickly masked it with a thin, unconvincing smile. “My apologies, Mr. Jeon. Sometimes I’m overly friendly. I don’t mean anything by it.”
“Make sure you don’t,” Jungkook replied lowly, voice barely above a growl...enough to send a chill down Heeseung’s spine.
The rest of the exam passed in an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the sound of pages turning and the tapping of a pen. Heeseung measured, checked vitals, and listened to the pup’s heartbeat without further incident.
When finished, he handed Jimin the chart with a stiff nod. “Everything looks great. Keep up your vitamins. We’ll see you next month.”
Jimin murmured his thanks and slid off the table. Jungkook’s hand returned to Jimin’s waist instantly, guiding him toward the door with possessive strength.
The clinic’s door slid open quietly as Jimin and Jungkook stepped out into the softly lit hallway of their mansion. The familiar scent of polished wood and leather mingled with the sterile antiseptic, grounding Jimin in the safe space he had come to trust.
Jungkook’s footsteps echoed slightly on the marble floor, heavy and deliberate, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable. His jaw was clenched tight, and his sharp eyes flicked toward the closed door behind them...the exam room where Heeseung still lingered.
Jimin caught the subtle shift immediately and reached out, curling his fingers gently around Jungkook’s wrist.
“Alpha,” he asked softly, voice laced with concern, “what’s wrong? You seem upset.”
Jungkook’s dark gaze softened just enough as he released a slow breath. “It’s that assistant, Heeseung,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t like how overly friendly he was. Too much.”
Jimin blinked, considering. “Alpha, sometimes people act that way because they want to be nice. Maybe it’s just his way of being professional... or trying to make a good impression.”
Jungkook’s lips pressed into a tight line, eyes narrowing slightly. “Maybe,” he muttered. “But I don’t like it.”
Jimin squeezed Jungkook’s wrist reassuringly and stepped closer, leaning into the familiar weight of his alpha’s arm around his waist.
“I’m here with you,” he whispered. “I’m safe. Nothing’s going to happen.”
Jungkook’s expression softened fully then, and he lowered his chin to rest atop Jimin’s head, a quiet promise in his breath.
“Always,” he said, voice a low rumble meant only for Jimin.
Together, they moved down the quiet corridor, the mansion’s shadows long and protective around them. Inside these walls, with Jungkook by his side, Jimin felt as safe as he could ever hope to be.
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The clinic door closed softly behind them, sealing the unease inside with the antiseptic air.
Heeseung stood alone now, the room silent except for his quiet breath. His mind raced, torn between the original plan with Lorenzo and the new, consuming obsession that had taken hold.
He imagined the feel of Jungkook’s warm, possessive hand on his own belly instead of Jimin’s. The powerful alpha’s scent filling every inch of him. To be pupped and claimed by Jungkook...safe, protected, utterly his.
A slow smirk curved Heeseung’s lips...half promise, half challenge.
“Not over yet,” he whispered to the empty room.
Heeseung’s smirk deepened as he approached the sleek laptop resting on the desk. Calm and deliberate, he flipped it open, the glow illuminating his focused expression.
His fingers hovered briefly before he began typing: labor inducer...and the results came fast.
Pitocin.
He scanned the information...how this synthetic hormone could force labor prematurely, how it could be used to end a pregnancy on his terms.
Without hesitation, he opened a new tab and typed: heat and rut inducer.
Lythex-9
The search results spilled onto the screen. Underground...dangerous compounds and drugs designed to manipulate an omega's and alpha's cycles, forcing heats and ruts early, breaking their will.
A cold, ruthless plan formed in Heeseung’s mind. He would get rid of Jimin and the baby...remove the obstacles keeping Jungkook from him. Then, Jungkook would have no choice but to come to Heeseung, his true omega.
A slow, cruel smile crept across Heeseung’s lips.
The path was clear. And he would stop at nothing to claim what he believed was rightfully his.
For now, Jungkook held that weak little thing in his arms…but soon, everything would change.
First, the pup had to be born. Then it could be quietly handed over to Lorenzo...gone, forgotten. Once Jungkook saw how easily Heeseung could take his knot, how much better he could satisfy him, he’d never look back.
“Don’t worry, Alpha,” Heeseung whispered, voice dripping with certainty. “I’ll give you all the pups your heart could ever want…”
Chapter 14
Summary:
As Jungkook's consigliere, Hoseok does some digging on Lorenzo and finds some startling hidden secrets.
Jungkook and Jimin feel their pup move for the first time.
Notes:
And another chapter down. The plot keeps getting thicker.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The dim early evening light stretched long shadows across the sleek conference room in the Nocturne Syndicate’s headquarters. Outside, heavy clouds gathered beneath a darkening sky, lightning flickering intermittently as the wind whispered through the trees. But inside, all was calm...measured and precise.
Jungkook sat at the head of the long, polished black table, his posture rigid, his dark eyes fixed on the tablet screen Hoseok had set before him. The device glowed softly, reflecting blueprints, projections, and the promise of millions.
The proposed downtown casino was prime territory...heart of the city, endless foot traffic, a police precinct that conveniently turned a blind eye during peak hours. It was the kind of deal most syndicates would kill for.
Hoseok, seated to Jungkook’s right, radiated his usual quiet authority. The omega had the air of a man who never rushed, never flinched, and never came to a meeting unprepared. As Jungkook’s consigliere, his role was to see the threats hiding in plain sight...and the ones buried so deep only someone like him would dig them up.
“Jungkook,” Hoseok began, voice measured, “the location is excellent. Lorenzo’s pitch hits all the right notes...high traffic, controllable security, the kind of clientele that spends without thinking. It’s an opportunity to move fast before the city council catches wind.”
Jungkook’s gaze flicked up, sharp as a blade. “The spot’s prime,” he agreed, his tone taut with restraint. “But Lorenzo? I don’t trust him. His contacts are too messy. He plays nice, but he’s got his own agenda. I want every angle covered...no surprises.”
Hoseok inclined his head slightly. “That’s smart. His ties inside city hall will grease the wheels, but favors like that come with strings. We keep him close, but never let him hold the strings on us.”
Jungkook’s fingers tapped a slow, restless rhythm on the table. “Security isn’t just cameras and guards. If he’s running the front, we run the back. Vaults, surveillance, logistics...everything in hands loyal to us.”
“I’ve already arranged it,” Hoseok replied smoothly. “Our best enforcers in key posts. Lorenzo gets the face of the operation, but the backbone belongs to us. The real control stays where it should...right here.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed. “Money flow’s my next concern. We need clean channels. No leaks. No skim.”
Hoseok swiped through encrypted spreadsheets. “We’ll run it through existing laundering lines...secure, tested, invisible. Lorenzo can take the credit for the front-end profits, but the real money never touches his hands.”
A flicker of a smile crossed Jungkook’s lips, though his eyes stayed cold. “Good. Keep him close, but choke the leash. If he thinks he can outplay me, I want to see it coming before he even moves.”
Hoseok’s mouth curved in that calm, knowing way. “I’ll watch him, boss. Closely.”
“Daily updates once we go live,” Jungkook ordered. “And if Lorenzo crosses the line...”
“He won’t get the chance,” Hoseok finished.
They rose together, a silent understanding passing between them. Jungkook’s authority was absolute...but it was Hoseok’s quiet vigilance that kept the empire standing.
“Nocturne Syndicate first,” Hoseok said firmly.
“Always,” Jungkook returned.
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Later that night
Long after Jungkook had retreated to his private chambers, the headquarters was a hollow echo of footsteps and low hums of machinery. Down in the surveillance room, it was darker still...lit only by the shifting glow of half a dozen monitors, each showing a different slice of the city.
Hoseok sat alone, hands moving with precision over the keyboard. He sifted through Lorenzo’s digital trail...emails scrubbed but not deleted, transfers masked but traceable. Every click unraveled another knot in the man’s web.
The patterns were inconsistent, like a puzzle with pieces that didn’t belong. Some contacts were harmless...politicians willing to look the other way, businessmen with appetites for risk. Others were dangerous...Moonfang Syndicate names, notorious for playing both sides until it suited them to kill one.
A knock came, soft against the steel door.
“Come in,” Hoseok murmured without turning.
The door opened and Yoongi stepped inside, two cups of tea in hand. “Hey, baby,” he said with a smirk, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Hoseok’s lips before setting the tea beside him. “Burning the midnight oil?”
“Always,” Hoseok replied with the ghost of a smile, eyes never fully leaving the screen.
Yoongi took the seat beside him, watching the scrolling data.
“Lorenzo’s contacts are slippery,” Hoseok said, voice low, “but I’m piecing it together. Politicians, enforcers, a few big names in the Moonfang Syndicate. If he’s cozying up to them, it’s not just business...it’s leverage.”
Yoongi frowned. “Moonfang’s been a thorn in Jungkook’s side for years. Now that Alistar's brother has taken over they will beome even more insufferable. If Lorenzo’s feeding them, that’s a war in the making.”
“Exactly,” Hoseok muttered, pulling up a second, heavily encrypted folder. “And there’s something else. A lot of cash moving off the books...not through the casino pipeline. These transfers are marked as ‘private acquisitions.’”
Yoongi arched a brow. “What kind of acquisitions?”
Hoseok hesitated, then exhaled slowly. “Underground adoptions. Or at least that’s what it looks like. Forged birth records, falsified medical histories. I’ve cracked a few files...most lead to offshore accounts and untraceable couriers. I don’t know who the children are going to, or why, but it’s not clean.”
Yoongi’s voice dropped, hard with anger. “That’s the lowest of low. And it’s dangerous to even be near.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok agreed, eyes locked on the screen. “If this connects to Moonfang or anyone else circling our territory, Lorenzo’s not just a liability...he’s a threat.”
Yoongi leaned back, tea in hand, eyes fixed on the monitors. “Jungkook was right to be suspicious. This isn’t business. It’s rot.”
Hoseok’s gaze sharpened. “I’ll have a full report for him by morning. And if this adoption ring is tied to anything against us…” His voice trailed into a dangerous calm. “Lorenzo won’t see the end of the week.”
Yoongi smirked faintly, but it was all teeth. “That’s why I love you.”
Hoseok allowed himself the barest smile, but his attention was already back on the data. “No one undermines the Nocturne Syndicate,” he said quietly. “Not while I’m watching.”
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The steam curled lazily into the air, the scent of lavender and chamomile mingling with the warmth of the water. Jimin leaned back against Jungkook’s broad chest, his damp hair clinging to his temples, cheeks flushed from the heat. At five months, the curve of his belly was undeniable...round, firm, and impossibly precious beneath Jungkook’s protective hands.
Jungkook sat behind him in the oversized porcelain tub, long legs and muscled thighs bracketing Jimin’s, palms moving in slow, steady circles over the taut skin of his stomach. Every so often, his thumbs drifted lower, kneading the ache from Jimin’s hips and thighs, coaxing a little sigh of relief from his omega.
“You’re carrying so perfectly,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Jimin’s neck, his breath warm against damp skin. His deep voice seemed to vibrate through Jimin’s bones. “I swear you’re glowing more every day.”
Jimin smiled faintly, closing his eyes as Jungkook’s fingers traced over his skin like they were memorizing it. “That’s just you looking at me with those love-drunk eyes,” he teased softly.
But then...Jimin suddenly gasped. His whole body jolted, shoulders stiffening against Jungkook.
Jungkook immediately went rigid. “Jimin...what’s wrong? Baby, are you hurt? Tell me.” His voice was sharp with alarm, hands instantly cupping Jimin’s belly like he could shield both him and the baby from whatever had happened.
Jimin turned his head quickly, eyes wide but smiling now. “No, no...Kook, it’s okay! I just...” He laughed breathlessly. “I think I felt the baby move for the first time.”
Jungkook froze, all the tension in his body melting into stunned wonder. “You…what?”
“Here.” Jimin reached for one of Jungkook’s hands and guided it gently to the lower curve of his belly. They waited, Jungkook’s heartbeat pounding against Jimin’s back… and then there it was...a small, insistent thump beneath warm skin. Another, a little higher. Then a rolling sensation, like the baby was trying to turn somersaults.
Jungkook’s lips parted, and the corners of his mouth lifted into an incredulous grin. “That’s our pup,” he whispered, as though saying it too loud might scare the moment away.
Jimin’s eyes softened. “He’s strong…just like you.”
The next little kick made them both laugh, the sound echoing softly in the tiled room.
Jungkook’s hands stayed on him, possessive and steady, thumbs rubbing in slow circles. His chin rested on Jimin’s shoulder, mouth brushing the side of his throat as if he couldn’t help himself.
“You have no idea what it does to me,” Jungkook murmured against his skin, his voice low, almost reverent. “Knowing you’re here, carrying my pup...knowing every inch of you belongs to me.”
Jimin shivered, not from the water, but from the way Jungkook’s words wrapped around him. His alpha’s touch was no longer just soothing...it was claiming. One hand slid up to cup the small swell of Jimin’s chest, fingers splayed over his nipple, while the other continued to cradle the curve of his stomach.
“You and our pup,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a slow kiss to the mating mark at Jimin’s neck, “are mine to protect. Mine to keep safe. Always.”
Jimin’s head tilted instinctively, baring his throat in silent submission, his breath catching when Jungkook’s teeth grazed his mark. The baby kicked again, as if sensing the shift in the air between them, and Jungkook let out a soft laugh against his skin.
“Even our pup knows when his alpha’s here,” he teased, but his touch stayed firm, grounding, utterly sure. “He knows I’m never letting you go.”
Jungkook’s mouth lingered against the damp skin of Jimin’s throat, his lips dragging slowly down to the curve of his shoulder. His hands...so big, so certain...moved from Jimin’s belly back upward, sliding over the gentle rise of his chest again. Since Jimin's breasts had filled with milk, Jungkook hadn't left them untouched.
Jimin gasped softly when Jungkook cupped him, thumbs brushing over the small, pert nipples that were slowly dripping milk for their pup. They were delicate in size...just enough to fill Jungkook’s palms...but the heat beneath his fingers told a different story.
“You’re full,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with hunger and awe. He could feel the faint, heavy swell beneath his touch, the soft give that spoke of milk waiting for their pup. “You’re already ready to feed him.”
Jimin’s breath hitched, his back arching into Jungkook’s chest. “Kook…” His voice trembled, not entirely from embarrassment...there was a deeper, instinctive pull in the way his alpha’s hands claimed him.
Jungkook’s thumbs circled over his nipples, feeling how they pebbled instantly under the slow friction. “So small,” he said in a low growl, “but all his. All mine. You’re perfect.”
One hand stayed on Jimin’s breast, kneading gently, while the other slid back down to cradle his stomach protectively. He leaned forward, mouth brushing over the shell of Jimin’s ear. “I want to taste you,” he whispered, and the heat in those words nearly made Jimin melt into the water.
Jimin turned his head just enough to catch the edge of Jungkook’s jaw with his lips. “Then taste me,” he breathed.
That was all it took. Jungkook’s mouth closed around the side of Jimin’s neck again, but his hands were already guiding him to turn around in the tub, water sloshing gently as Jungkook shifted to pull Jimin fully into his lap. His palms roamed greedily, mapping the curve of belly, the swell of breast, the heat between his thighs.
The baby kicked again, and Jungkook’s chest rumbled in a low chuckle against Jimin’s chest. “Even he’s telling me to take care of you,” Jungkook murmured, before dragging his mouth down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to Jimin’s shoulder, inching closer to his chest.
Jimin’s breath stuttered when Jungkook finally bent his head, lips closing over one of his small nipples. The first suck made Jimin’s thighs tremble against the slick porcelain, a sharp whimper escaping him as warmth bloomed from his chest straight down to his core.
Jungkook groaned against him, the sound deep and guttural, as a faint taste of milk touched his tongue. It sent something hot and dangerous surging through him, his alpha instincts roaring to the surface. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips hard, anchoring him in place while he suckled slowly, greedily, like he could drink every drop meant for their pup.
“Kook...ah...” Jimin gasped, curling his fingers in Jungkook’s wet hair. His back arched, water lapping over the rim of the tub as his body surrendered to the pull of his alpha’s mouth.
Jungkook’s hand slid down, finding the tight ring of Jimin’s slick entrance under the water. “Already dripping for me,” he rasped, thumb circling the small rim while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak of Jimin’s breast. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”
“Kook, please…” Jimin’s voice was shaking now, need tangled with the deep, aching fullness in his chest and womb.
That was all Jungkook needed. He shifted, pulling Jimin forward just enough to position himself beneath him. The heavy length of his cock pressed against Jimin’s hole, the tip nudging insistently, smearing slick before pushing inside.
“Sit on me,” Jungkook ordered, voice rough but thick with affection. “Take me all the way in.”
Jimin sank down with a breathless cry, the stretch making him cling to Jungkook’s thighs under the water. His alpha’s hands were there instantly, guiding him until he was fully seated, cock buried deep in the clutching heat of his omega.
Jungkook’s head fell back with a low, feral groan. “Fuck...so tight around me. My perfect little omega, carrying my pup, milking for him and still taking my cock like this…” His hips jerked upward, water splashing over the edge of the tub.
The pace was slow at first, their bodies rocking in the water, but soon Jungkook’s control began to fray. He gripped Jimin’s breasts, thumbs teasing the milk-swollen peaks while his hips thrust harder, deeper, his breath hot against the curve of Jimin’s neck.
“I’m gonna knot you,” he warned, voice shaking with the strain of holding back. “Gonna keep my seed in you...make sure you stay full.”
“Yes...yes, Kook,” Jimin moaned, head falling back against his alpha’s shoulder.
The knot swelled quickly, locking them together with a sharp stretch that made Jimin cry out. Jungkook’s hands clamped around his waist, holding him flush to his lap as he spilled deep inside, the heat of it filling Jimin until he swore he could feel it in every part of him.
Water sloshed around them, their breathing ragged, the knot pulsing between them. Jungkook’s arms wrapped tight around Jimin’s middle, his mouth finding the tender skin of his neck to press slow, claiming kisses.
“Mine,” Jungkook murmured, chest rumbling with satisfaction. “You, the pup, every drop of milk… all mine.”
Jimin slumped forward against Jungkook’s chest, every muscle loose and trembling. The knot between them kept him seated snugly on his alpha’s lap, the warmth of Jungkook’s release locked deep inside.
The bathwater had cooled slightly, but Jungkook’s body was a furnace against his chest. Strong arms held him firmly, one palm resting protectively over the gentle swell of his stomach. His other hand cupped Jimin’s chest, thumb brushing idly over a peaked nipple, coaxing another small bead of milk.
Jimin shivered at the sensation, cheeks flushing. “Kook… you’re not gonna drink it all, are you?” he murmured, voice still breathless.
Jungkook’s lips curved against his skin. “It’s for the pup,” he said, tone low and indulgent, “but I’ll take whatever you give me. I feed you, you feed him… we take care of each other.”
The words sank deep, leaving Jimin warm in a way that had nothing to do with heat or slick. He closed his eyes, letting himself sink fully into the cocoon of Jungkook’s embrace.
Jungkook shifted slightly, careful not to jostle the knot, and reached for the washcloth. He began to run it gently over Jimin’s skin, wiping away the sweat and water from his chest, arms, and thighs. The slow, methodical motions soothed the omega until his breathing steadied.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s damp hair. “Full, soft, mine… carrying my pup and still greedy for my cock.”
Jimin gave a quiet, embarrassed laugh and buried his face in Jungkook’s neck. “Well, I seem to remember you saying that it is my cock now.”
“It is,” Jungkook smirked, thumb stroking the soft curve of Jimin’s hip. “All ten, hard inches of it.”
Jimin shivered remembering the feeling of those ten inches pounding away inside of him. Jimin's voice was low and thick with need as he whispered against Jungkook’s skin, “Ten inches of you are buried deep inside me right now...and locked in...and I’m still aching for more.”
Jungkook’s warm breath ghosted over Jimin’s lips as he whispered huskily, “You want alpha to give you some more of your cock, baby?”
A soft, needy whimper slipped from Jimin’s throat. “Yes…”
With a low growl, Jungkook slid his hands down Jimin’s back, gripping his ass cheeks hard and spreading them wide. He lifted Jimin slightly, grinding him up and down on his knot with slow, powerful strokes.
The tension coiled tight again between them, and Jungkook pumped deep, filling Jimin fully once more. Jimin’s breath hitched, then broke into a shuddering cry as he came hard, spilling over Jungkook’s abs.
Their bodies trembled together in the afterglow, locked tightly as ever, the heat of their shared release still pulsing strong.
They stayed like that until the knot finally began to soften. Carefully, Jungkook helped Jimin rise from the warm water, wrapping him in a thick, plush towel before lifting him into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all.
Back in their nest, Jungkook settled them gently onto the soft sheets. He reached for the soothing moisturizer they always kept nearby...a nightly ritual for Jimin to help prevent stretch marks. His large hands glided over Jimin’s rounded belly, kneading softly, then traced slow, deliberate circles across his swollen breasts, now full and tender. His fingers moved down to cup Jimin’s hips, massaging the skin with gentle pressure and care.
The cool cream contrasted with the warmth of their bodies, and Jimin sighed contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Sleep,” Jungkook murmured, thumb tracing lazy circles across Jimin’s stomach. “Tomorrow, I’ll deal with the rest of the world. Tonight, it’s just us.”
Jimin hummed softly in agreement, already halfway to sleep. Safe, warm, and full, he let himself drift off to the steady rhythm of his alpha’s heartbeat pressed close behind him.
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Jimin stirred first, the quiet warmth of morning sunlight filtering softly through the heavy curtains of their nest. His breath was slow and steady, the gentle rise and fall of his chest echoing the peacefulness Jungkook had brought to his nights. When his eyes fluttered open, he found Jungkook already awake, lying close beside him, their faces barely inches apart.
The alpha’s dark hair was tousled in an effortless way, his sharp eyes softened by the haze of early wakefulness. His hand rested protectively on Jimin’s rounded belly, fingers tracing slow, soothing circles along the curve. It was a silent, tender gesture...a greeting to the life growing inside.
“Good morning,” Jimin murmured, his voice still thick with sleep and something deeper...affection, contentment.
Jungkook’s lips lifted into a small, affectionate smile. “Morning, my love.”
Jimin moved his hand to cover Jungkook’s, pressing it firmly to his belly as if to anchor himself. “You held me all night.”
“I always do,” Jungkook said softly, voice steady and unwavering. “You and our pup aren’t going anywhere without me.”
The weight of those words settled warmly in Jimin’s chest, making it ache with a blend of love and awe. For a few lingering moments, they simply held each other’s gaze, the rest of the world fading away until only the quiet of their sanctuary remained.
Slowly, Jungkook leaned in, brushing his lips against Jimin’s in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of promise. When he pulled back, his voice was low but certain. “Let’s get you dressed. Hoseok’s supposed to check in this morning.”
Jimin nodded, a soft smile still playing at his lips as he swung his legs off the bed and carefully rose to his feet. He moved slowly, mindful of the gentle curve of his belly, and padded quietly across the room toward the dressing area. The soft carpet muffled his steps as he reached the open wardrobe, fingers trailing over the hanging clothes until he found the pastel purple, flowing maternity sundress he’d picked out yesterday evening.
He pulled the dress free and held it up, the pastel fabric catching the warm light filtering through the window. Sliding behind the screen for privacy, Jimin slipped out of his nightwear and into plain white cotton maternity panties, grumbling under his breath. He missed his cute lacy ones terribly.
“These maternity panties are like wearing a spinnaker,” he muttered, tugging at the sides. “I swear, they make me feel about as sexy as a tent.”
With a sad sigh, he put on the sundress, the soft material stretching comfortably over his growing stomach. After adjusting the straps and smoothing the fabric down, he stepped out of the dressing room with a mock-glamorous pose. One hand on his hip and the other cheekily tugging the hem of his maternity dress up to show Jungkook his panties.
"So what do you think? Sexy, right?" Jimin laughed, wiggling an eyebrow teasingly.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Sexy or not, those panties better hold up...because I plan on putting them to very good use tonight.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a small laugh. “You’re impossible.”
“Only for you, baby.” Jungkook’s grin deepened as he pulled Jimin into a quick, possessive hug and a warm, lingering kiss.
Then Jungkook then moved to the dresser, his dark eyes already turned back sharp and focused. He buttoned the cuffs of his crisp black shirt with deliberate care, the faintest crease of worry flickering behind his calm gaze. Though the room felt quiet and safe, the weight of everything beyond their nest hung just beneath the surface.
A soft knock came at the door. Jungkook straightened, his hand brushing reassuringly over Jimin’s shoulder as he called out, “Come in.”
Hoseok entered, his usual composed demeanor carrying an undercurrent of urgency. He held a thin folder under one arm, eyes flicking briefly to Jimin before settling on Jungkook with a look of respect and cautious seriousness.
“Morning, Boss,” Hoseok greeted smoothly, his voice steady, “I’ve finished digging into Lorenzo’s casino operations, like you asked,” Hoseok began, setting a neatly organized folder on the desk. His voice was calm, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.
Jungkook’s dark eyes locked onto Hoseok, waiting, a low rumble filling the room. "Let's hear it."
“On the surface, the casino’s clean. The profits match the books, licensing appears legitimate, and security runs tight.”
Jungkook’s lips pressed into a thin line. “But that’s only the surface.”
“Exactly.” Hoseok opened the folder, revealing financial documents, surveillance photos, and a USB drive. “There’s a second ledger...hidden offshore accounts. Lorenzo’s been skimming significant amounts, at least two million over the past year, maybe more. He’s moving money through shell companies under various names.”
Jungkook’s gaze sharpened. “Preparing for something.”
“Could be an exit strategy or expansion without telling you. Either way, it’s a betrayal.”
Jungkook flexed his jaw, eyes narrowing. “And the people involved?”
Hoseok flipped to another page. “Mostly family and trusted lieutenants. But one name stood out...a connection to the Moonfang Syndicate, specifically the brother of Alistar...Alexei who’s taken over his late brother’s operations. His brother’s been quietly building power, and there’s evidence Lorenzo might be coordinating with him.”
Jungkook’s expression hardened, voice low and dangerous. “Alexei Petrov..That changes everything.”
Hoseok nodded solemnly. “It does. But that’s not all. I uncovered something worse buried beneath the casino’s surface. Lorenzo’s been funneling money and resources into a secret underground adoption ring.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed further. “Adoption ring?”
Hoseok slid over some surveillance photos and encrypted documents. “Yes. It’s a twisted operation...stealing pups, falsifying records, selling them into illegal trafficking disguised as adoptions. Some of these ‘private acquisitions’ move off the books entirely, under heavy encryption.”
Jungkook’s voice was a low growl. “That’s a whole other level of filth.”
Hoseok’s gaze hardened. “And there are signs Lorenzo is pressured by Alexei to ramp up this operation. It’s likely a power play to destabilize us, spreading their influence and tightening control over the city’s vulnerable.”
Jungkook’s hand clenched into a fist on the desk. “Keep this quiet. We can’t let Lorenzo or Alexei suspect we know. Prepare a full report and surveillance details...I want to know everything.”
Hoseok nodded firmly. “I’m already drafting it. We’ll tighten security around our own vulnerable members and prepare to cut this snake off at the head.”
Jungkook’s sharp gaze briefly shifted toward the window where Jimin sat quietly, rubbing his belly, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface. He rose from his chair and crossed the room, slipping his hand gently onto Jimin’s shoulder. The warmth of his touch grounded him, a silent reassurance amidst the tension.
Turning back to Hoseok, Jungkook’s voice was steady but resolute. “This changes everything. Lorenzo’s crossing a line...one I won’t let slide. If Lorenzo’s working with Alistar’s brother, and running this deplorable ring...then it’s war. And we’ll end it before it ever reaches us.”
Chapter 15
Summary:
Jimin has really intense cravings.
Heeseung's plot falls into place.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
The pale morning light cast gentle shadows across the bed as Namjoon shifted Jin onto his back, eyes dark with desire. He leaned down, capturing Jin’s lips in a heated, possessive kiss, teeth grazing before their tongues danced.
Jin’s hands gripped Namjoon’s broad shoulders, breath hitching as the heat between them thickened. Namjoon’s hand slid down to Jin’s slick, aching hole, fingers teasing the tight, eager entrance swollen with anticipation.
“Ready for me, omega?” Namjoon murmured, voice low and rough.
Jin’s breath hitched, lips parting in a desperate moan. “Yes, alpha... please…”
Namjoon pressed his length to Jin’s hole, slow and deliberate, giving Jin time to adjust before pushing inside. A deep groan rumbled from Namjoon’s chest as he filled Jin completely, knot swelling as it began to settle.
Namjoon started slow, steady thrusts, each movement driving deeper, harder. Jin’s soft moans grew louder, body arching, nails digging into Namjoon’s back.
“Fuck, Namjoon...harder,” Jin gasped, voice trembling with need and pleasure.
Namjoon’s hands gripped Jin’s hips possessively, pounding into him with growing intensity. The knot throbbed deep inside, locking them together as their breaths grew ragged.
“I’m close,” Namjoon growled, voice thick with heat.
“Let go for me, alpha. Fill me,” Jin pleaded, hips lifting to meet every thrust.
With a final, powerful surge, Namjoon’s knot swelled fully, sealing him inside Jin’s tight hole. Jin cried out, head thrown back as waves of pleasure crashed through him.
Namjoon held him close, groaning softly as they rode out the tremors together, bodies intertwined and hearts pounding in perfect sync.
Namjoon held Jin close, his breath still heavy as their heartbeats slowly settled. His fingers traced lazy patterns along Jin’s spine, voice low and teasing.
“You know,” Namjoon murmured, “I’m going to pup you again soon.”
Jin let out a soft laugh, the tension easing from his body. “Let’s see if this new assistant works out first before adding more work on me.”
Namjoon’s brow furrowed slightly, his tone shifting as he asked, “How’s the assistant doing?”
Jin sighed, shifting to look Namjoon in the eyes. “He’s…okay, I guess. He’s on time every day, and he does the work I ask him to do, but…”
“But?” Namjoon prompted, waiting.
Jin’s gaze darkened, a flicker of discomfort crossing his features. “He wears a scent patch, and I can’t smell what he’s thinking or feeling. I can’t read his emotions, and it unsettles me.”
Namjoon tightened his hold around Jin, voice low and teasing but edged with concern. “Do you think he’s up to something no good? Or maybe he’s done something wrong?”
Jin shook his head slowly, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “No, nothing like that. But… I’ve caught him staring a little too much at Jungkook, if you know what I mean.”
Namjoon chuckled softly, a knowing glint in his eyes. “He’s probably got a bit of a crush. Jungkook is a good-looking guy. Omegas used to fall at that guy’s feet."
Jin gave a slow, thoughtful hum. “Mmm… you’re probably right.”
Namjoon smirked and leaned down, capturing Jin’s lips in a possessive kiss just as his knot popped loose inside him.
“Of course I am… I’m always right,” Namjoon said with a satisfied grin.
Jin laughed, playfully smacking Namjoon’s ass.
The sharp slap echoed through the room and immediately, their little pup Min-gi stirred awake, fussing softly from his crib nearby.
Namjoon sighed, smirking down at Jin.
“Guess our morning’s officially started.”
Namjoon eased off Jin, grinning as he sat up and reached over to gently pick up their squirming pup from the crib. Min-gi’s big eyes blinked sleepily, and he let out a soft whimper, curling into Namjoon’s chest.
“Good morning, my little wolf,” Namjoon murmured, bouncing him lightly to soothe the fuss. Jin watched with a fond smile, running a hand through Min-gi’s soft hair.
Jin stretched beside them, smiling softly as he ran a hand over Min-gi’s soft hair. After a quick breakfast, they brought Min-gi down the hall to the mansion’s dedicated daycare room...an airy, bright space filled with toys, soft blankets, and staffed by Sooyoung, their trusted omega babysitter.
Sooyoung greeted Min-gi with a warm smile, gently taking him into her arms. “Ready for a fun day, Min-gi?”
Min-gi giggled, reaching up to pat her cheek, and she hummed softly, settling him comfortably.
Namjoon and Jin exchanged a glance full of quiet gratitude. Knowing their pup was close by, safe, and cared for while they worked just a few rooms away put their minds at ease.
Jin leaned into Namjoon, voice quiet but steady. “Thanks for always being here. It means everything.”
Namjoon pressed a kiss to Jin’s temple. “I got you, sweetheart.”
They lingered a moment longer, hands entwined, the gentle sounds of Min-gi’s coos and Sooyoung’s soft humming drifting behind them as they stepped away.
At the hallway’s fork, they paused, faces soft but focused.
Namjoon nodded once, voice firm. “I’ll see you tonight.”
Jin smiled, tightening his grip on Namjoon’s hand. “Good luck today. Please stay safe.”
With a final squeeze, they parted...Namjoon heading toward the private study where his tasks awaited, and Jin moving down the hall to the clinic, where patients and healing called him.
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Jin pushed open the glass door of the clinic, the sterile scent of antiseptic and medicinal herbs greeting him like an old, familiar rhythm. The quiet hum of the building was punctuated only by the faint rustling coming from the medication room down the hall.
Curious and cautious, Jin’s steps softened as he approached. He peered inside just in time to catch Heeseung hastily rifling through the shelves, his fingers trembling slightly as he scanned bottles and boxes.
The sudden presence of Jin made Heeseung start and almost drop a bottle. “Jin! You’re… early,” he stammered, eyes darting up with an awkward smile that didn’t reach them.
Jin’s gaze sharpened, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. “What exactly are you looking for?” His tone was calm but held an unmistakable edge of suspicion.
Heeseung swallowed, forcing a laugh that came out tight. “I was just making sure we have enough of Jimin’s prenatal vitamins in stock.”
Jin’s eyes didn’t leave Heeseung’s face. Slowly, he reached past Heeseung, plucking a full bottle of the exact prenatal vitamins from the shelf and holding it up between them.
“I always order Jimin’s prenatals in bulk,” Jin said flatly, voice steady but firm.
Heeseung’s smile faltered. “Right, yeah… I totally forgot you mentioning that. Sorry, my mistake.”
Jin didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave Heeseung a slow, appraising look, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. Finally, Jin’s voice cut through the tension.
“Come on out and help me organize the medical files. We've got a busy day ahead of us.”
Heeseung exhaled, shoulders relaxing just a fraction, and nodded in agreement.
What Jin didn’t see, though, was Heeseung slipping the bottle of Pitocin he’d found on the medication shelf into his scrub pocket.
Together, they stepped out of the medication room, the quiet buzz of the clinic resuming around them as they moved toward the file cabinets.
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Heeseung moved swiftly and silently down the clinic’s quiet corridor, the faint hum of activity fading behind him. His breath was steady, but his heart thrummed with the tension of secrecy. He glanced over his shoulder once, then again...no one was watching.
Reaching the bathroom, he slipped inside and locked the door with a soft, deliberate click. The sterile fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a cold, harsh glow over the small, sterile space.
From his scrub pocket, he produced the small bottle of Pitocin, holding it up to the light. The clear liquid inside caught the harsh glare, shimmering like a sinister promise. His gaze was sharp, calculating.
Heeseung’s fingers tightened around the bottle as a chill crept up his spine. Injecting Jimin directly was out of the question. Too dangerous, too close, too many eyes and too much risk of exposure. He would need to be patient. Cunning. Subtle.
His mind raced through possibilities, weighing each carefully. The only way would be to mix the Pitocin into Jimin’s food...something untraceable, something routine enough not to raise alarms. But timing was everything.
Jimin’s baby was still fragile, still developing. Heeseung’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t act now without risking catastrophe. The baby needed to be at least eight months along in gestation...strong enough to survive the intervention and to be safely transferred to Lorenzo.
He set the bottle down on the edge of the sink, his reflection flickering in the mirror...a face calm on the surface, but with a storm of cold resolve behind his eyes.
“One more month,” he whispered, voice low, almost reverent. “Then... the real work begins.”
Heeseung’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile, the weight of his plan settling around him like a shadow.
He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and unlocked the door, stepping back into the clinic with practiced ease...nothing to see here, nothing to suspect.
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The bedroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the slow rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing beside him. Jimin lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the craving clawing at him again...creamy, velvety strawberry cheesecake.
It had been over a month now. The obsession was ridiculous, and even the kitchen staff knew to keep at least one cake in the fridge at all times. Jin had grumbled about it just yesterday, muttering about “overgrown babies” and “complicated deliveries,” but Jimin didn’t care. Right now, the thought of sinking his fork into that soft, rich slice made his mouth water. He swore he could taste the sweet-tart strawberries already.
He rolled over, nudging Jungkook’s broad shoulder. “Jungkookie…wake up,” he whispered.
The alpha stirred instantly, blinking into the dim light. “What’s wrong?” His voice was gravelly from sleep, thick and warm.
Jimin bit his lip, almost sheepish but still desperate. “Alpha…I want strawberry cheesecake.”
Jungkook’s brows rose. “Baby…again?”
Jimin pouted, the kind of soft, irresistible expression that always broke Jungkook’s resolve. He rubbed his rounded belly with slow circles, eyes wide and pleading. Then, in a whisper like a secret between them, he murmured, “Pup wants it…”
A low, amused growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest. He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to Jimin’s belly before brushing his lips over Jimin’s. “Okay,” he murmured against his mouth, “Alpha will get you a slice.”
Jungkook swung out of bed, bare skin catching the silver of moonlight through the curtains. He tugged on a pair of loose sleep pants, not bothering with a shirt, and padded silently down the hall. In the kitchen, he opened the fridge, found the cheesecake, and cut a generous wedge...probably too generous, but Jimin’s cravings had been intense lately.
When he returned, Jimin’s eyes lit up like a child’s at a festival. He clapped his hands, a delighted squeal spilling out. “Gimme!” he chirped, making little grasping motions with both hands.
Jungkook couldn’t help laughing, handing over the plate. “Here… but this needs to be your last slice for a while, or our pup is going to come out looking like he's ready for kindergarten.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes playfully and stuck his tongue out at him before taking the fork.
Jungkook climbed back into bed, propping himself up to watch as Jimin took his first bite. The omega’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping him as if the dessert had just fulfilled his greatest wish. “Mmm…oh my god…”
Jungkook leaned back against the headboard, watching with the kind of fondness he’d never admit out loud to anyone else. He let his arm rest behind Jimin, idly rubbing his mate’s shoulder while the omega polished off the slice like it was the most important mission of his life.
When the plate was clean, Jimin set it aside and crawled closer, curling against Jungkook’s side. “Thank you, alpha,” he murmured sleepily, his voice softened and syrupy.
Jungkook pressed a kiss into his hair. “Anything for you, baby. Anything.”
And for the first time that night, Jimin’s craving was satisfied...not just for cheesecake, but for the warmth and certainty of being cared for by the one alpha who would never deny him anything.
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Jimin sat on the padded exam bed, hands resting over his belly as Jin adjusted the fetal monitor straps around his bump. Jungkook lounged in the chair beside him, one ankle crossed over his knee, clearly in his “I’m not worried, I’m just here to make sure my mate is comfortable” posture.
“Jimin,” Jin started, brows knitting as he studied the chart in his hand, “you’re seven months pregnant, and you’ve gained five pounds over what you’re supposed to. The pup is already measuring at 4.5 pounds. Do you want to squeeze a toddler from your hole or a normal-sized newborn?”
Jimin’s mouth dropped open in mock offense. “Hyung!” he whined, pouting, as his cheeks flushed pink.
From the chair, Jungkook chuckled, the sound low and warm.
Jin’s head snapped toward him so fast it was a miracle he didn’t get whiplash. “Don’t laugh. You’re the reason this omega is on track to give birth to a linebacker.”
Jungkook smirked. “I’m the reason?” He leaned forward, resting one big hand on Jimin’s thigh. “What kind of alpha would I be if I told my pregnant mate ‘no’ when he wants something?”
“The kind that prevents him from having to use an industrial crane to hoist the pup out,” Jin deadpanned.
Jimin huffed. “It’s just cheesecake, not an entire buffet.”
Jin slapped the chart against his palm. “Every week, Jimin. Every. Single. Week. You treat cheesecake like it’s a vitamin.”
Jungkook grinned over at Jimin. “Maybe it is his vitamin.”
“That’s it,” Jin said, pointing the pen at Jungkook like a dagger. “You two are cut off. One slice every two weeks, and smaller portions.”
Jimin gasped like Jin had just suggested taking away oxygen. “You can’t ration happiness like that!”
“I can when happiness equals ten pounds of cream cheese in your bloodstream.”
Behind them, Heeseung moved quietly, folding clean towels and setting out a fresh tray of sterile tools for Jin. He kept his head down, but his ears were tuned to every word. Cheesecake… every week… cravings that the alpha always gives in to. The pieces of his plan slid neatly into place.
Jin continued his lecture, tapping the chart for emphasis. “From now on, one slice every two weeks. And smaller portions, Jimin. This pup doesn’t need to hit six pounds before you even go into labor.”
Jungkook’s lips pressed together, clearly resisting the urge to argue. “Fine,” he said eventually, though the possessive glint in his eyes promised Jimin would still get whatever he wanted...just maybe not in front of Jin.
Heeseung quietly stored the information away like a thief pocketing gold. If the omega’s sweet tooth was this predictable, slipping the Pitocin into a dessert would be easier than he’d imagined. All he had to do was wait until the eighth month.
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Heeseung left the clinic with an easy smile, the kind that didn’t show a single crack in its surface. His steps were slow, measured, as though the only thing on his mind was getting home for supper. But in his head, he was already arranging puzzle pieces, slotting them into place until the picture was clear.
The scent of roasting meats and fresh herbs wafted toward him long before he stepped through the kitchen door. The mansion’s kitchen was alive with movement...pots clanging, ovens humming, the air heavy with the warm perfume of bread just pulled from the oven.
The head cook, a sturdy omega with laugh lines and flour clinging to her forearms, stood at the center island, piping pale swirls of frosting onto a three-tiered cake.
“Afternoon, noona,” Heeseung greeted warmly, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. His tone was light, easy. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
She glanced up, curious but smiling. “Hm? What is it?”
“Those cheesecakes you get for Jimin-ssi… the ones that vanish before anyone else gets a slice?” He chuckled, his voice dripping with harmless charm. “They look incredible. I swear every time I pass through, I think about stealing one off his plate. Where do you get them? Or is it some guarded family recipe?”
The cook’s expression softened into pride. “Ah, no, I can’t take the credit for those. They’re from Sugar Moon Bakery in town. Best cheesecakes you’ll ever taste. They send them fresh every Friday morning. Jimin likes the strawberry ones the most.”
“Sugar Moon Bakery,” Heeseung repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue like he was committing it to memory for innocent reasons. His grin widened. “Sounds dangerous. I’ll have to try one before I get as hooked as he is.”
She chuckled and returned to her piping. “Tell them Min-seo sent you. They’ll treat you right.”
Heeseung nodded, stepping away with a casual wave. “Thanks, noona. You’re a lifesaver.”
The moment he was out of her line of sight, the warmth drained from his face like someone had thrown a switch. By the time he reached the quiet side corridor leading to the staff exit, there was no trace of the friendly helper...just cold precision.
Sugar Moon Bakery. Fresh every Friday. Strawberry cheesecake.
He could almost see the cheesecake now...its smooth surface, the glossy red ribbon of fruit puree. All he’d need was a few seconds alone with it before it reached Jimin’s hands.
Sliding into his car, he shut the door and rested his palms on the steering wheel, the faint glassy clink of the Pitocin vial in his pocket reminding him it was still there.
One more month and Jimin would be eight months pregnant. That was all he had to wait until it was safe for the baby to be taken to Lorenzo. And when that time came, the cheesecake would be ready… and so would he.
This part of the plan was no longer just forming..it was almost complete.
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Night had fallen over the city, the streets slick with rain and dimly lit by flickering street lamps. Heeseung moved quietly through a back alley, glancing around nervously. Every shadow felt like it could be watching him. If Lorenzo knew he was adding onto his plan, there would be no forgiveness.
He approached a small figure leaning against a brick wall. The dealer’s eyes glinted in the darkness, and without a word, Heeseung exchanged a wad of cash for a small, unmarked vial. Lythex-9, the heat and rut inducer, now safely in his hand.
The dealer leaned in, voice low. “It only lasts a few hours. Make your fun while you can. Mix it with food or water...effects kick in within ten minutes.”
Heeseung nodded, his mind already racing. He tucked the vial safely into his coat and walked back to his car, glancing over his shoulder. Alone, he allowed himself a moment to imagine his plan. Trap Jungkook. Get them both alone. Induce heat and rut.
A shiver ran through him as he thought of the alpha, so fierce and unyielding, losing control under the same influence. His pulse quickened...not just from the plot, but from the fantasy itself: the intensity, the fire, the need radiating between them.
By the time he reached his car, Heeseung’s thoughts were consumed with Jungkook. The idea of them entwined, both giving in to the heat and rut, consumed his mind. He could feel the slick warmth of his own excitement pooling, imagining every growl and desperate thrust.
Unable to resist indulging himself, he made a detour to a local club. There, he approached an alpha who seemed willing and curious, exchanging flirtatious smiles and consented touches. They left together, the tension and excitement of the night feeding Heeseung’s fantasy without crossing any boundaries.
Back at his apartment, Heeseung gave in completely, letting his body respond to the pull of desire with his partner. The pheromones in the room was thick, every movement deliberate, drawn out, feeding that aching hunger coiled deep inside him. But no matter whose hands were on him, no matter whose breath shivered across his skin, his mind was elsewhere.
Every heartbeat summoned Jungkook’s image...broad shoulders, commanding presence, that sharp gaze that cut straight through a person. He saw him in every hard thrust, felt him in every knot, every rush of pleasure, until it blurred the lines between fantasy and reality.
When it was over, Heeseung lay still, chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. The air clung heavy around him, but beneath the haze of satisfaction thrummed a sharper pulse...anticipation. His thoughts sharpened, his resolve hardened.
The fantasy wasn’t enough. The plan was in motion. The obsession had teeth now.
It was go time.
Chapter 16
Summary:
Jungkook's rut is triggered.
Taehyung is suspicious of Heeseung.
Notes:
This chapter is a rollercoaster so hang on. I'm off work today so I may post one more chapter.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below!
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
A month later, the mansion was quieter than usual as Jungkook and Jimin returned from the monthly pup checkup. Jimin was now 8 months along and the pup was measuring in at exactly 6lb pounds...thanks to Jimin's insatiable craving for strawberry cheesecake.
Jin wasn't happy about the weight gain because of possible complications during Jimin's birthing process...but overall, the pup was healthy, so everyone was pleased. Jimin walked slightly ahead, chatting softly about the appointment, while Jungkook’s arm rested protectively around his shoulders.
Heeseung appeared in the hall, stepping casually from the shadows, a sly smile masking the storm of plans in his mind.
“Mr.Jeon,” he called, his tone light, almost innocent.
Jungkook’s head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing instantly. His protective instincts flared like a flare in the dark. “Go on up, baby,” he said firmly, nuzzling the omega’s hair before giving him a gentle shove toward their room. “I’ll meet you in a minute.”
Jimin hesitated, glancing at Heeseung, sensing something, but trusted Jungkook’s judgment. “Be careful,” he murmured as he left.
Once the door closed behind Jimin, Jungkook turned back to face Heeseung, who stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I overheard something… urgent yesterday while leaving for home. Intel from someone inside your own circle. I think you have a rat.”
Jungkook’s eyes sharpened, distrust and curiosity warring on his face. “And you want me to believe this…why?”
Heeseung shrugged, innocently casual. “Because it involves Jimin's safety. I thought you should know so you can protect him...can we speak in your office, alone?”
Jungkook studied him for a long moment, reading the slightest twitch in his posture, the measured confidence in his tone. Something about the way Heeseung carried himself made Jungkook uneasy, but his alpha instincts that screams protect our mate won out.
“Fine. Office,” Jungkook said, voice low and commanding. He gestured for Heeseung to follow.
The office was dim, the city lights outside casting long rectangles of gold across the polished wood floor. Heeseung followed Jungkook inside, closing the door softly behind them. His pulse thudded in his chest, but his face was carefully neutral, almost casual.
On the desk, a bottle of whiskey caught the lamp light. Heeseung’s eyes flicked toward them. “Mind if I pour us both a drink? We’re going to need it,” he said smoothly, letting his tone sound like friendly concern.
Jungkook’s gaze met his for a long moment, sharp and assessing, but he didn’t object. Heeseung uncapped the bottle and poured two generous glasses, setting one in front of Jungkook while holding the other in his hand.
Jungkook ignored it, stood up and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, his stance rigid. “I don't play about my mates safety. Speak,” he said over his shoulder, voice calm but laced with tension.
With Jungkook’s back turned, Heeseung’s fingers worked quickly. He reached into his scrub pocket, grabbed the capsule and opened it up...he poured the rut inducer into Jungkook’s glass, the powder dissolving instantly, leaving no trace... tasteless and scentless... completely undectable by wolf senses. The motion was smooth, practiced. He lifted his own glass to his lips and took a careful sip, pretending to contemplate the view. Once Jungkooks rut started he would pour the heat inducer into his.
Jungkook turned back around, walked back to the table and picked up his drink...leaning against the desk, his eyes locked on Heeseung, he took a sip.
The alpha’s posture was commanding, taut, and Heeseung’s chest tightened. He began weaving a story about Lorenzo’s movements, sprinkling in invented details to make it sound urgent and plausible. Every word was calculated, each pause timed to maintain Jungkook’s focus elsewhere.
After finishing his fabricated tale, Heeseung could see the drug was taking effect. The alpha was pacing, tugging at the collar around his neck, and sweating profusely.
The alpha suddenly bent over and groaned, clutching his stomach as it clenched sharply, a spasm that made every muscle twitch involuntarily. Heat coursed through him, sweat beading along his temple, his chest rising and falling in ragged pants. His body stiffened, every nerve ending singing with desire, primal and insistent. Thoughts collapsed into a singular, blinding focus: Jimin. He needs Jimin now. His pheromones spilled thickly into the air, saturating the office with the scent of an alpha in full rut.
Heeseung froze for a heartbeat, then a shiver ran down his spine. His own body betrayed him, he clenched his legs together to keep the slick from dripping out as his hole throbbed with need. A low, involuntary whimper escaped him. The alpha’s scent was intoxicating, stirring the heat that he had been carefully holding back.
Heeseung pressed a hand to his chest, willing himself to remain in control. He wouldn’t remove his scent patch...not yet. Not until his own heat began. He needed to entice the alpha fully with his slick and pheromones, to make the moment perfect when it came. Every inhalation drew in Jungkook’s raw, magnetic pheromones, and every exhale left Heeseung trembling with anticipation, caught between desire and the careful calculation of his plan. Soon he'd be carrying this powerful alphas pup inside his womb.
The office seemed to close in, the air thick and electric, the only sounds Jungkook’s ragged groans and Heeseung’s soft, shaky whimpers as he watched the alpha’s body writhe under the effects of the inducer.
Before Heeseung could even think about what to do next, a loud knock shattered the charged silence. “Boss! You in there? Wanna spar!” That alpha enforcer Taehyung’s voice rang from the hallway, sharp and insistent.
Heeseung’s chest tightened, frustration and panic flooding him. No… not now! You ruined everything! His eyes flicked to Jungkook, who was still bent over, groaning, sweat gleaming on his taut skin, pheromones thick in the air. Heeseung’s carefully laid plans...months of manipulation, timing, and precision...had collapsed in an instant.
Heeseung cursed under his breath, gripping the edge of the desk. The throb between his legs only worsened, his hole aching for release, slick trying to release from his hole . All he could do was watch helplessly as the perfect opportunity slipped away.
The knocking escalated. With a violent shove, Taehyung burst through the door, splintering the frame. His sharp gaze swept the office, landing on Heeseung crouched down beside Jungkook for the briefest moment of suspicion before it zeroed in on the alpha.
Heeseung’s jaw clenched. You idiot… you absolute idiot, he seethed silently, pressing a hand to the alpha as he tried to appear concerned. He looked up at Taehyung with wide eyes, trying to appear innocent so he could save his own ass. "We were discussing something about Jimin's birthing plan when all of a sudden he doubled over. I think his rut is starting. He needs his mate."
Jungkook’s growls filled the office, low and ragged, eyes dark, body taut and trembling, every muscle coiled. Heeseung crouched beside him, feigning alarm, masking his anger and frustration with a veneer of concern.
“Boss!” Taehyung barked. Without hesitation, he slipped his arms under Jungkook’s armpits, lifting him with ease despite the rut’s hold on the alpha. “Before you get too far into your rut… we need to get you to Jimin. Now.”
Jungkook’s hands flexed, scent spilling thickly, murmuring his mate’s name. Heeseung could only watch, heat and desire surging through him, as Taehyung guided the alpha out. His plan had failed completely. Months of careful plotting, timing, and manipulation...all ruined because or this stupid alpha.
Heeseung sank to the floor, heart pounding with a mixture of lust, anger, and humiliation. The alpha’s pheromones still clung to the air, teasing and tormenting him, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.
The office was silent again, save for the faint echo of Taehyung’s footsteps as he carried Jungkook to his mate. Heeseung pressed a hand to his throbbing hole, letting out a frustrated, desperate whimper. His plan was ruined, and all he could do was wait...for now.
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Taehyung stormed down the hallway, boots clicking against the polished floors. Security cameras had picked up Jungkook heading to his office, Heeseung trailing behind him like a shadow, and something about it didn’t sit right. Taehyung’s gut tightened...he trusted his instincts more than anything. Jungkook was usually precise and in control, but Heeseung’s presence was off.
By the time he reached the office door, he could already smell it: thick, heavy pheromones, the unmistakable scent of an alpha in rut. His jaw tightened. Damn it… he’s losing control, and something about that assistant told him he might be trying to manipulate Jungkook.
Not on my watch.
Taehyung knocked, loud and sharp. “Boss! You in there? Wanna spar?” His voice carried urgency. When there was no response, he could hear the growls and shuffling inside. His brow furrowed. The alpha wasn’t thinking clearly...every instinct screamed that this needed immediate intervention.
With a single push, he shattered the door frame. Splinters flew, but Taehyung didn’t flinch. He stepped inside, eyes scanning the room instantly. Jungkook was bent over, groaning, sweat slick along his skin, every muscle coiled and trembling from the rut. The air was saturated with alpha pheromones...so strong it made Taehyung’s own senses flare in aggression...but he didn’t let it distract him.
Heeseung crouched nearby, hands pressed lightly against Jungkook’s arms, eyes wide with feigned concern. Taehyung’s gaze flicked to him sharply, suspicion tightening his chest. What the hell are you up to, Heeseung? he thought, irritation flaring. But there was no time to interrogate. Jungkook needed to get to his mate, now.
"We were discussing something about Jimin's birthing plan when all of a sudden he doubled over. I think his rut is starting. He needs his mate." The omega said as he looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Boss!” Taehyung barked again, moving closer. Without hesitation, he slipped his arms under Jungkook’s armpits, lifting him with controlled strength. The alpha’s body was taut with rut, every muscle fighting the restraint, every growl raw and desperate. Taehyung could feel the tension radiating from him, the almost violent need to reach Jimin.
Heeseung’s panicked expression made Taehyung bristle. He couldn't smell what the omega was up to because one quick glance at his gland showed he was wearing a scent patch, but he could see the frustration and almost visible lust radiating off him, but he ignored it. Not now. Focus. Taehyung tightened his hold, guiding Jungkook toward the hallway.
Jungkook’s hands flexed and clawed at the air, scent spilling thickly, murmuring Jimin’s name in ragged growls. Taehyung adjusted his grip, keeping him upright, letting the alpha lean just enough to feel the pull of his mate without losing control entirely. Every step had to be measured...he couldn’t let Jungkook bolt, but he also couldn’t let the rut spiral into chaos before reaching Jimin.
By the time they reached the hallway leading toward Jungkook's and Jimin's room, Taehyung was acutely aware of the intensity in the air. Jungkook’s growls had grown considerably, as was the longing and need radiating off him. Every step closer to Jimin’s scent made the alpha shiver, his body tightening in anticipation.
He guided Jungkook toward Jimin, ready to shield the alpha from Heeseung and ensure the rut was spent safely and with his mate.
Taehyung made a mental note: he’d be watching Heeseung very closely in the future.
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A loud knock rattled the bedroom door like a warning, sharp and urgent. Jimin’s hand froze on the handle as he swung it open, and his heart skipped when his eyes met Jungkook’s. The next thing he knew his 220lb and 6'3 alpha was barreling at him like a freight train, heat radiating off him in waves, muscles coiled with raw, unrestrained power.
Confusion flared first...then the scent hit. Thick, sandalwood and spices...and feral. Jungkook’s pheromones rolled over Jimin in waves so potent it made his head spin. His omega immediately stood at attention.
Our alpha is in rut.
Every nerve ending lit on fire, nipples tightening, stomach knotted, core aching like it had a pulse of its own. Jimin’s body trembled as slick gushed down his thighs, his body preparing itself for its mate, betrayed by the overwhelming need it felt.
From outside, Taehyung’s voice shouted over the chaos. “He’s in rut! I’ll send you supplies!” The door slammed, cutting the world off and leaving the two of them in a bubble of raw heat and need.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate. His hands were already on Jimin’s body, exploring, claiming, leaving no inch untouched. He ripped at his clothing, revealing the shivering, quivering skin beneath. After tearing off his own clothing he reached down and lifted Jimin up, hands under his ass cheeks. Jimin gasped, instinctively wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s waist, holding him close, desperate to anchor himself to the only thing that made sense...his alpha.
The scent...the heat...the sound of Jungkook’s low growl vibrating through the room...it was all too much. Jimin’s knees pressed instinctively against Jungkook’s hips, body trembling, mouth parting in a needy, choked whimper. “Alpha…please…”
Jungkook’s lips found his neck, teeth grazing lightly, tongue flicking over sensitive spots, leaving marks, claiming. He lifted Jimin effortlessly, legs wrapping tighter around him as he carried him to their nest. Every step sent shivers of anticipation rippling through Jimin, every heartbeat pounding against the alpha’s chest reverberating into his own.
He laid Jimin down gently...only for a second. Then, without warning, Jungkook was between his legs. Jimin’s body responded instantly, legs spreading wide, quivering, pushing toward him. Every nerve screamed for more.
Jungkook positioned himself, cock throbbing, hot and impossibly hard, and slammed into him in a single, punishing motion. Jimin’s head fell back, a strangled cry escaping as his body arched instinctively, letting himself be filled completely. Skin met skin, heat and scent thick in the air, bodies pressed together so tightly it was almost impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
The alpha didn’t stop. His hands gripped Jimin’s hips, pulling him flush with every thrust. Slap, moan, growl...the room filled with the sounds of desperate, possessive need. Jungkook’s rut-fueled aggression was overwhelming, each movement borderline feral, dragging Jimin higher and higher.
Jimin’s hands clawed at the sheets, then at Jungkook’s back, nails scraping over taut muscles, desperate to hold on. Every thrust made his core burn, every slide of the alpha’s knot inside him a wave of pure, consuming pleasure.
“Mine,” Jungkook growled, eyes dark, teeth bared, completely lost in his need. He pulled Jimin tighter, driving deep, knot swelling, stretching him in ways that made his body scream. Jimin moaned, voice raw and broken, sliding further into the pleasure-pain, utterly surrendered to the relentless rut of his alpha.
Their bodies moved together in a savage, frenzied rhythm...Jimin trembling, quivering, writhing, while Jungkook slammed into him over and over, growling low, dragging every moan, every cry from him. The pheromones hung thick in the air, clinging to skin, hair, and every inhalation, making Jimin dizzy with need.
Finally, with a shuddering roar, Jungkook sank fully, knotting him hard. Jimin’s body tightened around him, convulsing, every nerve ablaze, sweat mixing with the sticky heat of their arousal. Jungkook’s grip on his hips tightened, and they moved together in a blur of heat and desperation, lost entirely to each other, each moan, growl, and whimper amplifying the other’s need until there was nothing left in the room but the primal, overwhelming claim of alpha and omega.
When it was over, bodies trembling, skin slick and glowing, pheromones lingering thick in the air, Jimin’s legs slowly relaxed, still curled around the knot, and Jungkook collapsed beside him, burying his face into the nape of his neck, murmuring low, possessive promises.
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Fifteen minutes had barely passed, but the room was already thick with heat, sweat, and the lingering scent of their last frenzy. Jimin’s body still trembled, skin flushed, nipples hard, pheromones heavy in the air. His chest rose and fell rapidly, mind swimming with the memory of Jungkook’s dominance.
Then the alpha’s weight pressed against his back. A low, guttural growl vibrated through the room. “Present,” Jungkook ordered, voice dripping with possession and rut. Jimin’s body obeyed instantly, bending forward, ass raised, back arched, completely exposed. Every nerve ending screamed in anticipation, body trembling at the raw command.
Jungkook wasted no time. He slammed into Jimin from behind in a single, punishing thrust, cock plunging deep and hot, filling him entirely. Jimin gasped, breath hitching, arms trembling as he pressed down on the mattress, gripping sheets to hold onto something as his body was claimed again. Every nerve burned, every muscle coiled as if it had its own mind.
Hands gripped hips, pulling him flush, holding him tight, forcing him to take every brutal, deliberate stroke. “Mine,” Jungkook growled, teeth bared, voice rough with rut. The alpha’s knot throbbed inside him, swelling thicker with each stroke, pressing, claiming, stretching him in ways that sent shivers down Jimin’s spine.
Jimin’s body betrayed him completely...hips lifting, writhing with every thrust, back arching, moans breaking into desperate cries. He could feel every inch, every pulse, every pound of his alpha’s obsession as it drove him higher. Skin slapped against skin, pheromones clouded the room, and Jimin’s mind shrank down to a single, delicious focus: pleasure, fullness, and the need to belong entirely to Jungkook.
The alpha’s movements became almost violent, reckless. Thrust, slam, grind, pump...Jimin’s body jerked with every motion, clinging helplessly as Jungkook’s knot expanded inside him, filling him, stretching him, marking him as nothing but his. The sensation was overwhelming, chaotic, consuming...pain and pleasure tangled in a storm that left Jimin gasping, crying, trembling, lost.
Jungkook’s low growls shook the room, words barely forming between pants and gritted teeth. Each slam of his knot pulsed deep inside, pumping Jimin full, making the omega shiver and quake in ways that seemed to blur the line between agony and ecstasy. Jimin’s hands clawed at the sheets, his nails digging into soft fabric, body rocking helplessly as he tried to keep up with every brutal thrust.
Finally, Jungkook let out a feral roar, sinking fully, knot swollen and throbbing, holding him captive. Jimin’s body convulsed, arching, trembling, quivering around him as the alpha pumped him relentlessly, utterly consumed by rut and obsession. Every shiver, every gasp, every slick whimper was proof...he was completely, irrevocably claimed.
The storm didn’t break immediately. Jungkook held him tight, grinding deep and slow now, chest pressed to his back, lips grazing his neck, murmuring possessive, guttural promises only an alpha in full rut could speak. Jimin’s senses were drowned in heat, scent, pressure, and pleasure...utterly lost, utterly his.
When the world finally returned in fragments, sweat-slicked and trembling, Jimin’s body still quivering from overstimulation, Jungkook’s arms remained tight around him, knot still swelling inside, a reminder that he was theirs, completely and without question. The alpha’s rut wasn’t over, and Jimin knew...he’d be riding it with him until neither of them could remember anything else but the overwhelming, feral need they shared
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Two hours had passed in a haze of heat, sweat, and raw, unrelenting need. Jimin’s body was slick, trembling, covered in the imprint of his alpha’s obsession...hands, lips, teeth, and knot marks everywhere. His muscles ached deliciously, hips still jerking from every punishing thrust, core perpetually filled with Jungkook’s swollen, throbbing knot.
Jungkook’s rut had consumed them completely. He was relentless...thrust, slam, pump, knot, claim, repeat. Jimin had long since lost track of time, senses overwhelmed by the scent, the heat, the feral need rolling off his alpha in waves that left him dizzy, shaking, and desperate. Each slam of Jungkook’s cock into him, each pulse of his knot, each guttural growl, sent sparks through every nerve ending, and Jimin’s mind had shrunk to one single focus: taking him, needing him, belonging to him.
“Mine,” Jungkook growled again, voice thick, rut-rough, eyes dark with obsession as he slammed into him, knot swelling deeper, stretching, filling, and marking him like nothing else in the world existed. Jimin whimpered, moaning incoherently, body rocking helplessly with every brutal thrust.
Hands gripped Jimin’s hips, pulling him flush, chest pressed hard against his back. The alpha’s teeth grazed the nape of his neck, lips pressing into sensitive skin, murmuring possessive promises, the low vibration of his growls shaking through Jimin’s bones. Every motion was punishing, overwhelming, borderline chaotic...Jimin’s body was trembling from a combination of lust, pain, and total surrender.
Time had no meaning. Minutes bled into hours. Jungkook’s knot throbbed inside him endlessly, driving pulse after pulse of pure, feral pleasure. Jimin’s hips bucked involuntarily, completely lost, moans and gasps echoing, saliva mixing with sweat, hair plastered to his skin. The alpha’s rut had become a storm that consumed them both...an unstoppable, chaotic tide of possession, need, and raw, burning lust.
And then, finally...finally...the storm began to abate. Jungkook slowed, his thrusts gradually becoming deliberate, heavy, and measured rather than punishing. The thick, throbbing pulse of his knot eased, pumping slowly and fully, each motion filling Jimin with a last wave of overstimulated bliss.
Jimin’s body trembled uncontrollably, slick and trembling, legs still wrapped instinctively around Jungkook, core still tight and filled, pheromones hanging thick in the air like a tangible fog. His head fell forward, chest heaving, body completely spent, yet still vibrating with overstimulation, utterly claimed.
Jungkook’s voice was softer now, though still low and possessive, a husky whisper in his ear. “You’re mine…always mine.” His hands cupped Jimin’s cheeks, lips brushing his hairline as the last edge of rut faded, leaving him heavy, satisfied, and finally calm.
The alpha sank fully onto him, chest pressing to back, arms wrapping him tightly, knot still nestled inside but no longer pulsing with the chaotic need of the rut. Jimin’s trembling finally began to ebb, muscles relaxing against him, body utterly spent, scent still clinging to both of them, a lingering reminder of two hours of feral possession and unrelenting lust.
They stayed like that for long moments...still, sweat-slicked, wrapped together...Jungkook’s possessive hold gentle now, almost tender, and Jimin’s mind hazy with the aftershocks of pleasure, fully aware that every inch of him, every breath, every heartbeat, belonged to his alpha. The rut was over, but the claim…was permanent.
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Jimin’s body was a trembling, sweaty mess, completely spent, muscles quivering from hours of overstimulation. His belly pressed forward, heavy and round with their pup, and every movement made him keenly aware of how vulnerable he was. Sweat coated every inch of his skin, slick and glimmering under the soft light of the bedroom, and the lingering scent of Jungkook...feral, possessive, intoxicating...clung to him, saturating his senses.
Jungkook held him tightly, chest to chest, arms wrapped possessively around him. His knot was still nestled inside Jimin, heavy and full, a constant reminder of the feral claim they’d shared. But the alpha’s attention shifted immediately, eyes softening with concern as he tilted Jimin gently to look at him.
“Baby…you okay?” Jungkook asked, voice low, hoarse from rut but thick with protective worry. His hands cupped Jimin’s rounded belly gently, thumbs tracing soothing circles over the taut skin.
Jimin whimpered softly, pressing closer against him, inhaling the alpha’s scent, letting it ground him even as his body still buzzed from overstimulation. “I…yeah,” he breathed, voice ragged, “I’m…okay…” His hands trembled as he clutched at Jungkook’s forearms, finding strength in his hold.
Jungkook’s fingers lingered over his hips and belly, adjusting carefully so as not to jostle the pup, his thumb brushing lightly over Jimin’s sensitive skin. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice thick with possessive adoration. “Mine…always. You and our pup.”
Jimin shivered, chest pressing tightly against Jungkook’s, and let out a long, shaky sigh. Every nerve ending was alive, overstimulated, but the alpha’s steady presence was grounding. Jungkook adjusted slightly, letting his weight set drop to the side, knot still nestled deep inside him, a slow, steady reminder of their bond and of how intensely he claimed him.
Jimin lifted a hand, brushing it over Jungkook’s arm, feeling the tension lingering there...the raw, possessive energy of the rut fading but never fully leaving. “Alpha…that was so intense.” he whispered, voice ragged, “Felt so good.”
Jungkook’s arms tightened, chin resting atop Jimin’s head. “Its all yours, baby,” he murmured. “No one else's.” His voice was softer now, almost tender, but every word carried the weight of absolute possession.
They stayed like that for a long while...skin slick and pressed together, bodies still warm, pheromones lingering thick in the air, heartbeat matching heartbeat. Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed, belly rising and falling gently against Jungkook’s stomach as his body slowly stopped trembling. Every inch was soothed by Jungkook’s insistence, his possessive, protective care.
Eventually, Jimin’s breathing evened out, and Jungkook finally allowed himself to release just a fraction of the tension still coiled inside him. He gently shifted, carefully disentangling his knot, holding Jimin close the entire time, letting the omega rest against him, sticky, sore, and utterly claimed.
Every trace of the rut...the sweat, the scent, the overstimulation...remained, marking them both, but Jimin felt safe. Held. Loved. Protected. He was Jungkook’s. And Jungkook, finally calm yet still vigilant, pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. “Always mine,” he whispered, brushing his nose gently over Jimin’s hair.
Jimin melted against him, exhausted, overstimulated, and completely at peace, feeling utterly claimed, utterly safe, and utterly loved.
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The room was warm and still, moonlight filtering softly through the curtains. Jimin stirred, eyelids fluttering open, only to find Jungkook already hovering over him, eyes dark and unreadable, his expression softer than during the rut but still intensely alpha.
“Come on, baby” Jungkook murmured, voice low, commanding but gentle. “Let's go clean up.”
Before Jimin could protest, the alpha scooped him up effortlessly, holding him close against his chest. Every inch of him radiated lingering heat and possessiveness. He carried Jimin to the bathroom, where a bubble bath had been drawn, steam curling into the air, warm and inviting.
Carefully, Jungkook eased him into the bath, letting the warm water lap against his swollen belly. The bubbles clung to his skin, hiding him just enough to make him feel modest and safe at the same time. Jimin let out a small sigh of relief, relaxing against the alpha’s chest as Jungkook climbed in behind him, pressing close. Chest to back, arms wrapping protectively around him, Jungkook’s presence was grounding, almost magnetic.
For a few moments, they simply stayed like that...bodies pressed together, water swirling around them, the warmth of the bath slowly relaxing Jimin’s aching muscles, the steady heartbeat of his alpha beneath him anchoring him.
Jimin shifted slightly, tilting his head back to rest against Jungkook’s shoulder. “Alpha…what happened last night?” he asked softly, voice still tinged with the aftereffects of overstimulation. “I…didn’t think your rut was due for another two, three months.”
Jungkook’s fingers stroked lightly along his hips, careful of his rounded belly, tracing soothing circles. “It’s not due,” he admitted, voice low, thick with lingering rut and concern. “It…came early.” He glanced down at him, lips brushing the curve of his ear. “Weird thing is…my rut only lasted a few hours this time. Normally it’s two days straight.”
Jimin frowned, curiosity and concern mixing with the residual haze of pleasure. “Maybe…stress brought it on?” he suggested gently, tilting his head to look at the alpha.
Jungkook’s lips pressed against his temple, jaw tight as he recalled the sensation. “One minute I was telling Heeseung to speak...to tell me the information he knows...the next thing…bam. Hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't hear anything he was saying. It sounded like he was talking to me underwater.” He squeezed Jimin’s hips gently, then rested a hand over his belly, rubbing a soothing, protective circle. “I vaguely remember Taehyung taking me to our room…”
Jimin laughed softly, the sound warm and slightly breathless. “Yeah,” he murmured, voice teasing despite the lingering overstimulation. “Taehyung brought you to the door…and you came at me like a freight train.”
Jungkook’s low growl vibrated through the water, a mixture of amusement, pride, and lingering possessiveness. “Yeah,” he admitted, nuzzling the side of Jimin’s head, lips brushing over his hairline. “Like a ton of bricks. Couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t wait.” His fingers tightened gently, possessive, brushing along Jimin’s hips and belly. “You…you smelled so good. Couldn’t resist. My alpha was clawing at me to get inside you.”
Jimin shivered, pressing back fully into Jungkook’s chest, letting the water and warmth relax his sore muscles. “You really were…intense,” he whispered, breath shaky, “more than I’ve ever…felt before.”
“I know,” Jungkook murmured, arms tightening around him, protective and firm, though calmer now. He leaned in, lips grazing the curve of Jimin’s ear. “I…wanted you. Needed you. Both of you. Mine. Always mine.”
Slowly, he began to wash him, hands careful and deliberate, gliding over his shoulders, down his back, along the swell of his belly, avoiding any pressure that might hurt the baby. His touch was gentle yet intimate, lingering in places where Jimin’s skin tingled from overstimulation...softly tracing the contours of his hips, the sensitive line of his inner thighs, careful not to jostle him, but teasing enough to make Jimin shiver and lean into him.
“Feels…good,” Jimin murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice trembling. “Your hands…on me like this…so warm.”
“Of course,” Jungkook whispered, nuzzling the side of his neck. “I’ve got you. Always. Don’t have to worry about anything.” His thumbs brushed lightly over the curve of Jimin’s belly, rocking small, soothing circles against the baby as if reassuring both omega and pup. “You and the baby…safe. Mine.”
The bath became a slow, intimate rhythm, hands gliding, water swirling, bubbles clinging and popping softly. Jungkook pressed himself closer, chest to back, wrapping Jimin completely in heat and scent. Every gentle touch, every quiet murmur, every protective hold reminded Jimin of the alpha’s claim...feral during the rut, now protective, intimate, and impossibly close.
Jimin let himself fully relax, trembling slightly, body still humming with overstimulation, mind hazy and warm. “You really…you really are mine,” he whispered, voice soft, eyes half-closed, leaning completely into the alpha. “And our pup's too.”
“Always,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head, nose brushing hair, arms tightening possessively. “Mine…all of you. Always.”
And for the first time since the rut had hit, Jimin felt completely safe, completely held, and completely claimed...both by the alpha behind him and the tiny life growing inside him, warmth and love wrapping them together in the quiet intimacy of the bath.
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The morning air in their room was thick with the mingled scent of eucalyptus from last night’s bath and the warm, grounding musk of Jungkook’s pheromones. Jimin’s eyelids fluttered open to the faint clink of porcelain. His first inhale brought him comfort...rich chicken broth, ginger, and the light sweetness of steamed rice.
The bed dipped slightly as Jungkook returned from the adjoining room, a silver tray balanced carefully in his hands. He’d traded the chaos of last night’s rut for a soft domesticity, wearing loose black sweatpants and a T-shirt that clung to his broad chest. His damp hair curled slightly at the ends, still smelling faintly of his sandalwood shampoo.
“You should eat before it gets cold,” Jungkook murmured, setting the tray across Jimin’s lap. His tone was gentle, but his eyes were searching, cataloging every little sign of discomfort.
Jimin adjusted himself against the pillows, the movement reminding him of the tender ache in his hips and the slight heaviness low in his back. It was the ache of having been thoroughly claimed. His lips quirked despite himself. “You’ve gone full caretaker mode.”
“I told you,” Jungkook said, settling beside him and tucking one leg under the other, “you’re carrying my pup. That means you’re my priority.”
Jimin spooned up a bit of the congee, savoring the warmth. The broth slid down like comfort itself. “Mmm. Did you make this?”
“Had the kitchen prepare it before you woke up,” Jungkook admitted, eyes softening. “They added extra ginger...it’s supposed to help with soreness.”
A comfortable silence settled, broken only by the faint rustle of curtains in the morning breeze. Then Jungkook spoke again, quieter this time. “I can't quit thinking about last night. It wasn't normal, Jimin.”
Jimin glanced up, curious. “About your rut?”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “It came on too suddenly, and it burned out too fast.” He dragged his hand through his hair, the movement betraying his frustration. “I’ve tracked my cycles for years, and this…wasn’t on the calendar.”
“Bodies don’t always follow calendars,” Jimin said, trying to keep the mood light, but the faint line between Jungkook’s brows didn’t ease.
He shook his head. “It wasn’t just the timing. I remember feeling fine...focused...and then my head felt like it was full of static. My pulse shot up, every nerve screaming at me to find you. It was like…” He trailed off, struggling for the words. “…like someone flipped a switch inside me.”
Jimin’s spoon hovered midair, his expression shifting from casual to slightly concerned. “That sounds…God awful.”
“It was,” Jungkook said simply, eyes locking on Jimin’s with an intensity that made the air between them hum. “And I don’t like not knowing why it happened. I’m going to talk to Jin after breakfast. I need to be sure this was just…me.”
There was something in the way he said it...something that made Jimin’s chest tighten. But he only reached for Jungkook’s hand, brushing his thumb over the back of it. “Alright. But eat something first. You can’t interrogate the doctor on an empty stomach.”
That earned him the faintest smile, but Jungkook’s gaze lingered on him for a long moment, as if weighing whether to share something more. In the end, he stayed quiet, tucking away the gnawing unease for now.
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By the time they made their way to Jin’s infirmary, the scent of antiseptic and roses filled the small room. Jin was already waiting, white coat crisp over his soft sweater, a clipboard in hand. The gentle smile he gave Jimin didn’t quite mask the way his gaze flicked immediately to Jungkook, assessing.
“Morning,” Jin greeted, voice calm but purposeful. “Jimin, why don’t you have a seat on the exam bed? Jungkook, you can stay...unless you plan to hover too close, in which case I’ll kick you out.”
Jungkook didn’t smile. He moved to Jimin’s side and stayed there, one hand resting lightly on the omega’s thigh as if to anchor him.
Jin’s hands were warm and careful as he palpated along Jimin’s scent glands, pressing gently at the tender swell along his neck. “Sore?”
“A little,” Jimin admitted, wincing at one particularly tender spot.
“Expected after a rut that intense,” Jin murmured. Then he shifted his focus lower, resting a palm over the gentle swell of Jimin’s belly. “Pup’s heartbeat is steady,” he said after checking with the Doppler. “No signs of distress from the rut. You might feel a little more movement than usual over the next couple of days...adrenaline can make them more active.”
Jimin’s shoulders eased a little at that, though Jungkook’s grip on his thigh tightened almost imperceptibly. “What about my rut?” he asked, voice low and edged with something Jin recognized instantly...concern sharpened into suspicion.
Jin glanced at him over the rims of his glasses. “Your rut?”
“It hit hard. Out of nowhere. Burned hot and fast, then vanished. That’s not normal for me.”
Jin straightened, now studying Jungkook instead of Jimin. “Any other symptoms? Fever? Dizziness? Changes in scent before it happened?”
“Static in my head,” Jungkook said after a pause. “Heart rate spiking. Every muscle locked on the need to find him.” He nodded toward Jimin. “It was…unnatural. More severe.”
Jin set the clipboard aside, tone shifting subtly from physician to trusted friend. “You’re wondering if something triggered it.”
“I’m telling you something triggered it.” Jungkook’s voice was quiet but absolute, the kind of certainty that made the air feel heavier. “You’ll run the tests.”
Jin didn’t argue...he knew better. “Bloodwork, pheromone analysis, full panel. I’ll also check for synthetic rut inducers, just in case.”
Jimin looked between them, startled. “Wait...those are real? I thought that was just a rumor.”
“They’re real,” Jungkook said, his jaw set like stone. “And if someone used one on me in my own home…” His free hand curled into a fist. “then we have a bigger problem than an early rut.”
Jin glanced up from the chart, his brow furrowing slightly as he clicked his pen closed. “It’s not something we’ll know immediately,” he explained. “Because of the type of test I’m ordering, the bloodwork will take about one to two weeks to come back. I want to be thorough.”
Jungkook didn’t even hesitate. “That’s fine,” he said firmly, his voice carrying that quiet finality that meant there was no room for argument. He shifted slightly in his chair, one hand still resting on Jimin’s thigh in silent reassurance. “Run whatever you have to. I don’t care how long it takes...just make sure it’s done right.”
Jin moved to prepare the syringes, the soft clink of glass and metal underscoring the sudden, charged silence. Jungkook stayed rooted at Jimin’s side, gaze fixed on the omega’s face...not because he was worried Jimin would panic, but because he needed the reminder of why finding the answer mattered so damn much.
Jin’s gloved hands were steady and precise as he rolled Jungkook’s sleeve up, exposing the vein along his forearm. He tapped the site lightly, then inserted the needle with practiced ease. Jungkook didn’t flinch, only watched Jimin quietly, his expression calm but tense beneath the surface. The vial slowly filled with deep red blood, the sterile scent of antiseptic mingling with the faint trace of Jungkook’s lingering pheromones. Jin capped it carefully, labeling it with exacting precision, before giving Jungkook a nod. “All done. That should give us the answers we need once it’s processed.”
Jungkook gave him a hard stare. "You contact me immediately when the results are in. Understand?"
Jin gave a small nod, scribbling something in the chart. “Of course. I’ll send the blood out today to be tested. And until then, you”...he looked at Jimin...“take it easy. No heavy lifting, no skipping meals. You’ve already been through enough strain.”
Jimin nodded quietly, leaning into Jungkook’s side. His alpha’s scent wrapped around him, grounding him despite the uncertainty hanging over them.
Jungkook rose first, offering his hand to help Jimin up from the exam table. He kept an arm firm around his omega’s waist as they left Jin’s office, guiding him down the quiet hallway as though the world outside might try to snatch him away.
They’d barely rounded the corner when Taehyung came striding toward them, his broad frame filling the narrow hall. He slowed when he saw them, his sharp eyes flicking briefly over Jimin before settling on Jungkook.
“Boss,” Taehyung greeted, inclining his head.
Jungkook didn’t stop walking, but his grip on Jimin subtly tightened. “Stop by my office later,” he said, voice low but carrying enough weight that it was more command than request.
Taehyung gave a single, clipped nod. “Understood.” His gaze lingered a fraction longer on Jimin, as if checking for injury, before he stepped aside to let them pass.
Jungkook didn’t say anything more until they reached their room, his focus solely on getting Jimin settled back into the safety of their nest. Whatever conversation he intended to have with Taehyung could wait...but it was clear from the steel in his eyes that it would happen before the day was over.
Chapter 17
Summary:
Secrets are revealed.
Notes:
This is such a long chapter but I needed it to be so I could flesh out every detail. You all have been waiting for this and I hope it doesn't disappoint.
The next few chapters or so will be domestic bliss so we'll have a bit of a break before things get heated again.
Let me know what y'all think.
Enjoy.🩷🤣
Chapter Text
The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Papers were stacked neatly on Jungkook’s desk, but his mind was far from them. He leaned back in his chair, gaze sharp, the tension in his posture coiled like a spring ready to snap. When Taehyung knocked lightly and stepped inside, Jungkook did not bother with pleasantries.
“Sit,” he commanded, voice low but firm. Taehyung obeyed immediately, though his stance remained alert, hands resting on his knees.
Jungkook leaned against his desk, arms crossed, eyes narrowing. “I want every detail,” he said, voice measured but heavy with unspoken threat. “Start with how you even knew to come to my office.”
Taehyung shifted slightly under the weight of Jungkook’s gaze, hands clasped tightly in front of him. “I was downstairs in the security room,” he said, voice steady but cautious. “Watching the cameras. I saw you moving through the building, and Heeseung was trailing right behind you. Something about the way he was present, the way your aura shifted, set off my instincts. It told me something was happening, and I needed to be there.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Go on. Step by step.”
“I got to your office and knocked,” Taehyung continued, voice even but precise. “No answer. Then I heard you growling and grunting. My senses hit me instantly. Your scent, your rut, was sharp, unusually strong, coming from under the door. I knew right away it wasn’t normal, that you had been triggered suddenly.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened, flicking toward the corner where the sunlight caught the edge of his desk. “And then?”
“I broke the door down,” Taehyung said carefully. “That’s when I saw Heeseung crouched beside you. He seemed concerned, but I could see he was nervous. Watching. He told me you suddenly got like that, completely out of nowhere. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” His throat tightened slightly. “It was unexpected.”
“And after that?” Jungkook asked, voice clipped, calm on the surface but tight underneath.
“I took you to Jimin,” Taehyung said simply. “Did what I could to get you safe.”
Jungkook’s fists clenched at his sides, muscles coiling beneath his shirt. He let the words hang in the room, replaying the image of Heeseung crouched beside him, concern on his face, the sudden violent onset of his rut, and the way Taehyung had sensed it all before anyone else could act. Something had triggered him. Something external. And he would not leave it to chance.
Taehyung gave him a dark stare and growled. “Boss, it is not my place to say this, but we should not trust this guy. My instincts are telling me he is up to no good.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened further. A slow, sharp calculation began behind his eyes. Heeseung had been too calm, too present. The way his body had reacted, the timing, the way he had positioned himself…something about it did not sit right.
“Keep a close eye on him,” Jungkook said finally, voice low but commanding. “Watch everything he does, every movement, every expression. I do not want to miss anything.”
Taehyung nodded, expression unreadable but obedient. “Understood, boss.”
Jungkook let his gaze drift back to the corner of the office, running through the memory of the sudden rut, Heeseung’s presence, and the sharp spike of his senses. He would not let this slide. Something had triggered him, and he would find out exactly what.
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The next morning, Heeseung moved with careful precision, his mind running through the plan over and over as he stepped out into the quiet streets. Every motion was controlled, deliberate, as if the world around him did not exist. His first stop was the Sugar Moon Bakery. The familiar scent of butter and sugar wafted through the air, rich and tempting, but Heeseung barely registered it. His eyes scanned the display with practiced focus until they landed on the strawberry cheesecake. He purchased it quickly, cash in hand, keeping his movements smooth, casual, but his pulse thrummed with anticipation.
From there, he made a brief stop at the grocery store. He selected a fresh package of strawberry glaze, the kind with the perfect sheen, and a small carton of the reddest, ripest strawberries he could find. Each selection was precise; each choice deliberate. He double-checked the labels and the freshness, ensuring nothing would ruin the plan.
Back in his apartment, the quiet was almost sacred. He unwrapped the cheesecake and set it on the counter, its creamy layers glinting under the kitchen light. The package of strawberry glaze went next. With a measured hand, he opened it and then poured the entire bottle of Pitocin into the glaze. He stirred slowly, methodically, watching as the mixture thickened and absorbed the substance completely, blending seamlessly.
He picked up the strawberries, dipping each one carefully into the laced glaze. The sweet scent mingled with the faint metallic tang of the Pitocin, but Heeseung’s mind filtered it all out, focused entirely on execution. He replaced the old strawberries atop the cheesecake with the glazed ones, arranging them meticulously so that nothing appeared out of place. The finished cheesecake was then set carefully into the fridge, hidden in plain sight, waiting.
Heeseung allowed himself a small, almost imperceptible smile, though it did not reach his eyes. The first plan had failed, but the second was already in motion. His mind was already racing ahead, considering the next steps, anticipating how he would slip the cheesecake into the mansion’s refrigerator early the next morning without alerting anyone. Beyond this, he would need another plan, bolder and more precise, to finally get the alpha he desired into his bed. Every setback only sharpened his obsession, fueling the meticulous, calculated strategy forming in his mind.
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The mansion was quiet, the early morning sun filtering softly through the kitchen windows. Heeseung moved like a shadow, careful and deliberate, carrying the cheesecake he had so meticulously prepared. He slid open the refrigerator door, removed the old one and replaced it with his...he began to set the dessert inside, adjusting its position so it would not draw attention.
A soft click behind him made him freeze. He stiffened instantly when he felt the cold metal press lightly against the back of his head.
“Three seconds,” a low, dangerous voice said. “Three seconds to back away from that fucking cheesecake and explain what the fuck you’re doing.”
Heeseung’s breath hitched. He slowly raised his hands, feeling the barrel of the gun pressed firmly against him. He didn’t dare move until he recognized the figure behind him.
Taehyung. His senses were razor-sharp, every motion controlled. “Do not turn around,” Taehyung growled, his voice a low rumble that filled the quiet kitchen. “Now. Step back and start talking.”
The air seemed to constrict around Heeseung. Every carefully laid plan, every calculated move, suddenly felt exposed. He could feel the weight of Taehyung’s presence behind him, the inevitability of discovery pressing in like a living thing.
Heeseung slowly moved backward, hands raised, mind racing to explain without giving away too much, but fully aware that any hesitation could be fatal. “Look, I...”
“On second thought, shut the fuck up,” Taehyung snapped, pressing the gun tighter against the back of his head. The sharp click of the hammer echoed in the quiet kitchen. Heeseung froze completely, the cheesecake forgotten for the moment.
“Don’t move,” Taehyung growled, his voice low and deadly calm. He held Heeseung perfectly still, his body taut, senses coiled like a predator. Reaching for his commlink, he clipped it to his ear and activated it without breaking his aim.
“Yo, Joon,” he said into the comm, voice carrying that dangerous edge. “We got a rat in the kitchen. A big fucking rat. I need help disposing of it.”
There was a pause before a gruff voice answered, thick with early-morning arousal. “Tae, it’s too early to play games and I'm kind of busy at the moment. What do you want?”
Taehyung’s grip on Heeseung remained ironclad, the gun steady against the back of his head. “Come to the kitchen,” he said coldly. “You need to see this.”
There was a frustrated grunt through the line. “Better be fucking good for me to pull my knot out of my omega. Give me five minutes.”
Taehyung snorted quietly. “Gross. You’re fucking disgusting.”
Exactly five minutes later footsteps echoed through the hallway before Namjoon stepped into the kitchen, hair mussed from sleep, face still flushed from arousal, and looking like he was suffering from a serious case of blue knot...but eyes instantly narrowing as he took in the scene.
Heeseung froze completely, hands still raised, the cheesecake forgotten, and Taehyung’s gun pressed firmly against his back.
His gaze sharpened instantly. “Heeseung,” Namjoon said, voice low and measured, every muscle tensing. “What the hell are you doing here so early in the morning? In the kitchen?”
Heeseung froze completely, hands still raised, the cheesecake forgotten. His carefully rehearsed excuses dissolved under the weight of Namjoon’s sharp, focused stare.
Taehyung didn’t move, keeping the gun steady against Heeseung’s back. “Caught him sneaking around like a ghost,” he said quietly, his voice a low rumble. “He was messing around with Jimin's cheesecake. Took the old one out and replaced it with one that he had with him.”
Namjoon’s eyes flicked between Taehyung and Heeseung. The tension in the room was palpable. Every instinct screamed that something was off. Heeseung’s stance, the way he lingered over the refrigerator, the tautness in his movements...it didn’t sit right.
Heeseung opened his mouth, trying to speak, but Namjoon cut him off immediately. “Don’t. Say. A word.” His voice was sharp, cold, and authoritative, leaving no room for argument. He stepped closer, gaze locked on Heeseung, assessing every micro-movement, every twitch.
Heeseung’s heart raced, panic bubbling up as he realized the full weight of the situation. He had been caught...cornered...and now there was no slipping out. Today he would die. Namjoon’s presence alone was enough to make him feel exposed, every plan unraveling.
Taehyung’s grip on the gun remained unwavering. “Watch him,” he said to Namjoon. “Every move. No mistakes.”
Namjoon’s jaw tightened. Everything was all deliberate. Suspicious. Wrong.
There would be answers. And Namjoon was going to drag them out of him.
But first… Jungkook had to know about his rodent problem.
Without looking away, Namjoon slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his thumb finding Jungkook’s number by muscle memory. The screen’s glow lit the sharp lines of his face in the dim kitchen.
The call barely rang twice before Jungkook answered.
“Namjoon?” His voice was low, alert even at this hour.
Namjoon’s throat felt tight, but his tone was steady. “Boss… we’ve got an issue in the kitchen.” His eyes bored into Heeseung, watching every twitch, every flicker of panic. “You need to come down here… it’s.. ” he hesitated, just long enough to let the weight settle in. “It’s about Jimin.”
He could hear the sharp inhale on the other end. The rustle of movement.
“Explain,” Jungkook demanded, voice cutting like a blade.
Namjoon’s gaze narrowed, his lips curling into something between a warning and a challenge, aimed squarely at Heeseung. “You’ll see when you get here,” he said quietly, then ended the call without waiting for a reply.
The silence that followed was suffocating. The refrigerator’s hum felt louder than it should’ve, a steady drone under the sound of Heeseung’s shallow, uneven breathing.
Taehyung’s grip on the gun was rock-solid, the muzzle pressed cold and unforgiving to the back of Heeseung’s head. Not once did he glance at Namjoon. He didn’t have to. They’d worked together long enough to read each other without words.
Namjoon took one slow step forward, closing the distance, his shadow falling over Heeseung. “You’re going to stand perfectly still,” he said softly, the softness more threatening than a shout. “And you’re going to pray that whatever explanation you’ve got is good enough for him.”
The air in the kitchen was heavy, almost tangible.
The storm hadn’t just arrived. It was coiling tighter, waiting for the moment to strike.
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The bedroom was steeped in warmth, the air heavy with the comforting mix of their scents...Jimin’s honey sweet, soft omega fragrance wrapped around the darker, grounding notes of his alpha. Their nest was a tangle of blankets and pillows, but Jungkook barely needed them. He had Jimin. The omega lay curled against him, back pressed to his chest, the slow rise and fall of his breathing soothing against Jungkook’s ribs. One of Jungkook’s hands was splayed over Jimin’s chest, the steady thump of his mate’s heart beneath his palm. The other rested protectively over the swell of Jimin’s belly, thumb brushing absently along the curve where their pup grew.
The quiet was broken by the faint vibration of Jungkook’s phone on the nightstand. His eyes opened instantly, instincts cutting through the haze of sleep. Without jostling Jimin, he reached for it, swiping to answer when Namjoon’s name lit the screen.
“What is it, Joon?” he murmured, his voice low and even so as not to wake the omega in his arms.
Namjoon’s voice was clipped, businesslike...but there was something in it that made Jungkook’s hackles rise. “Jungkook, we’ve got an issue in the kitchen. You need to come down. Now. It’s…about Jimin.”
Every muscle in Jungkook’s body tightened, his gaze narrowing as if he could already see the problem from here. “I’m on my way,” he said shortly, ending the call before Namjoon could say more.
As he shifted to slide out of the nest, a soft, sleepy whimper tugged at his heart. “Alpha...where are you going?” Jimin’s voice was thick with drowsiness, his hand fumbling until it found Jungkook’s wrist.
Jungkook bent down immediately, pressing a slow kiss to his mate’s temple and inhaling deeply, grounding himself in the sweetness of him. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle despite the steel already threading through him. “I’ve got some business that needs my attention.”
Jimin gave a tiny hum, eyes still shut. “Hurry back…me and pup gets cold.”
That made Jungkook pause, his chest tightening. He kissed him again, this time lingering, letting Jimin feel the promise in it. “Okay, baby…I’ll be back before you know it.”
Only when Jimin’s breathing evened out again did Jungkook straighten. The tenderness in his eyes vanished as he dressed in silence, each movement controlled and deliberate. By the time he left the bedroom, the warm, protective mate was gone...replaced by the Nocturne Syndicate’s don, cold, alert, and ready to deal with whoever had made the mistake of becoming a threat under his roof.
Jungkook moved down the stairs in silence, but every step seemed to echo with a low hum of warning in his chest. He hadn’t heard a sound from the nest in the few moments he’d been gone, but his instincts were prickling like a thousand needles beneath his skin. Something was off.
The moment he stepped into the kitchen, the scene waiting for him was enough to snap his focus into a razor’s edge.
Heeseung stood frozen in front of the open refrigerator, one hand still resting on the door as if caught mid-act. Behind him, Taehyung had a gun jammed firmly against the back of his skull, the barrel tilted just enough that the click of metal against bone was unmistakable. Namjoon stood a few feet away, shoulders squared and weight forward, his entire stance screaming ready. Both alphas’ eyes were locked on Heeseung with lethal intensity.
Jungkook’s gaze cut to Taehyung first, then Namjoon, then finally settled on Heeseung. His voice was low, cold, and unhurried.
“Speak.”
Taehyung didn’t shift, didn’t glance at Jungkook. “Found him creeping around down here. He was doing something to Jimin’s cheesecake.”
For a split second, there was silence. Then something inside Jungkook snapped.
His body moved before thought caught up...two quick strides and his hand was clamped around Heeseung’s throat. The fridge door swung shut from the force of the movement, rattling in its frame. Jungkook slammed him hard against the wall, the sound of the impact making the utensils on the counter jump.
“You came into my home,” Jungkook snarled, his voice low but shaking with fury. His grip tightened until Heeseung’s face began to flush. “You went near my omega’s food…” He leaned in, eyes glowing with a predator’s hunger for violence. “…near my pup’s food.”
Heeseung’s feet scrabbled against the floor. His hands clawed uselessly at Jungkook’s wrist, nails dragging over skin that wouldn’t yield. His breath came in short, panicked wheezes.
Jungkook didn’t stop until the fight began to drain from him...until the sheer panic in Heeseung’s eyes made it clear he understood exactly how close he was to dying right here, in the kitchen, on a tile floor that would be mopped clean in under an hour.
When Jungkook finally let go, he shoved Heeseung down so hard his knees buckled and he crumpled to the ground. The man landed in a heap, coughing and gasping, one hand instinctively going to his bruised throat.
Jungkook stood over him, his breathing slow and measured now, though his muscles were still strung tight. When he spoke again, his voice was calm...almost pleasant...but it carried the kind of finality that meant there would be no appeal.
“Namjoon. Taehyung.”
Both alphas straightened immediately.
“Take him to the cellar,” Jungkook said, eyes never leaving Heeseung’s bent form.
There was no hesitation. Namjoon moved in first, yanking Heeseung up by the arm. Taehyung holstered his gun but kept his other hand locked around Heeseung’s bicep, steering him forward. The man stumbled between them, still wheezing, his eyes darting wildly toward the door as if there were anywhere to run.
Jungkook didn’t follow. He stayed rooted in the kitchen, watching until their footsteps faded and the sound of the cellar door creaked open somewhere below. Only then did he let out the slow exhale he’d been holding, turning toward the sink.
He let the cold water run over his hands, as if rinsing away something rotten, but his mind was already in the cellar...already deciding exactly what Heeseung would learn before the night was over.
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Jungkook sat behind his massive mahogany desk, elbows braced on the polished wood, fingers steepled against his lips. The office was quiet, the single lamp casting harsh shadows across the walls, but the calm of the room did nothing to contain the storm raging inside him. Down in the cellar, Heeseung waited...alive, for now...but Jungkook’s mind was already sharpening with plans.
The sharp trill of his phone broke the tense silence. Hoseok’s name flashed across the screen. Without a word, Jungkook answered.
“Talk,” he said, voice low, clipped, every muscle coiled with barely restrained ferocity.
Hoseok’s tone was tight but precise. “I’ve got the full report on Lorenzo. It's just as we thought...he and Alexei are definitely working together on that underground adoption ring. They’ve been active longer than we realized, and it’s worse than we suspected.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, the shadows in the room deepening as his mind spun. “Worse how?”
Hoseok drew in a slow breath. “They’ve gone a step further this time. Lorenzo hired someone to get inside your home. To keep tabs on Jimin, to watch him. Make sure he’s where they can track him.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Why? Why would they care about Jimin?”
Hoseok’s voice lowered, heavy with grim certainty. “Because they want your pup, Jungkook. They know the blood running through his veins. They see him as a prize, a bargaining chip, a way to gain more wealth and power beyond measure. They’ll go to extreme lengths to get him. Their plan is to sell him as soon as he's born.”
Something inside Jungkook snapped. He dropped the phone onto the desk, the receiver bouncing against the polished wood. He leapt to his feet, chair toppling over behind him, and slammed his palm against the desk. Papers, pens, and a glass tumbler scattered across the office floor like debris from a storm. The desk groaned and cracked under his fury, splintering against the wall.
“MY PUP?!” he roared, a guttural, primal sound that reverberated off the walls. His heart pounded in his chest, blood roaring in his ears. He grabbed the nearest lamp and smashed it against the wall. Shards of glass skittered across the rug like frozen sparks, catching the light in sharp flashes.
The office became a battlefield. Every breath was ragged, every muscle taut, ready to lash out. His alpha instincts flared, focused on one point: protecting what was his. The thought of anyone...Lorenzo, Alexei, or anyone else...touching his pup or Jimin filled him with feral rage.
Finally, Jungkook bent down, picking the phone back up with a clawed grip. His eyes were dark pools of predatory intensity. “Who did they send?” His voice was low, sharp, carrying the weight of lethal intent.
Hoseok’s reply was quiet, almost hesitant. “Heeseung. That omega was placed there to watch, to get close, to understand the layout, the routines… everything. He’s a tool in their plan. They saw Jin's ad about the job opening and saw the perfect opportunity.”
Jungkook froze, letting the name sink in. Then, slow and deliberate, he let the growl escape, curling his lips into a cold, predatory snarl. “That omega...” he breathed. “...that omega just signed his death warrant.”
He stood in the middle of the wrecked office, scanning the shattered remains of his desk, the splintered lamp, the strewn papers. Every instinct sharpened, every thought narrowed to one point: protect Jimin, protect the pup, and make anyone who dared interfere pay in full.
“Tonight,” he murmured, voice low and lethal, “they will understand exactly what it means to touch what belongs to me.”
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The mansion was quiet, but the air in the cellar was thick with anticipation. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi leaned against the cold stone walls, their eyes tracking every creak of the stairs. They had been waiting for Jungkook to arrive, knowing that when he did, it would not be a calm conversation. Orders would come, and they would follow without question.
Above, Jungkook’s footsteps rang against the stairwell. Each step was measured, fast, deliberate. By the time he reached the bottom, the cellar seemed to shrink around his presence. The dim light caught the edges of his shadow as he moved, coiled and lethal.
Heeseung was already restrained, standing in the center, hands trembling. Fear flickered in his eyes the moment Jungkook’s gaze landed on him. He knew, instinctively, that this wasn’t about interrogation...it was punishment.
Jungkook wasted no words. He stormed forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. His first punch drove into Heeseung’s jaw, snapping his head back. The second hit landed squarely in his stomach, forcing him to double over with the wind knocked out. A sharp blow to the ribs made him grunt in pain, but Jungkook didn’t stop.
Heeseung tried to twist, to shield himself, but every motion was anticipated. Jungkook’s hands were a blur of precise, brutal strikes. Finally, with a growl low in his throat, Jungkook drove a knee into Heeseung’s stomach with such force that he doubled over violently, coughing, gagging, and gasping for air. Pain radiated through his abdomen, leaving him shaking and disoriented.
Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi watched silently, ready to step in if needed. But Jungkook was in full control...his feral anger, honed by years of protecting what was his, made him unstoppable. Every punch, every strike, was measured, calculated, and meant to send one clear message: Heeseung had crossed a line that could never be forgiven.
Finally, Jungkook stepped back slightly, letting Heeseung wobble on his feet, gasping, face red and sweaty. His dark eyes scanned the younger omega, calculating his next move. Heeseung’s punishment was far from over.
"Who hired you?" Jungkook growled.
The chains rattled violently as Heeseung trembled in the corner, his body battered and bruised, sweat mixing with tears. Jungkook’s dark eyes bore into him, coiled with unrelenting fury. Every fiber of the omega’s being screamed in terror, but Jungkook’s presence was inescapable, absolute.
“I… I was sent by… Lorenzo,” Heeseung choked out, voice cracking under the weight of fear. “He… he wanted me to… watch Jimin… and your pup. He… he wants your pup… to make… a fortune.”
Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, jaw tightening. “And what do you get out of this?”
“I… I get… a cut… a share of the money…” Heeseung whispered, trembling violently.
A low, feral growl escaped Jungkook’s throat. Without hesitation, he drove another punch into Heeseung’s ribs, forcing the omega to double over, coughing. A knee to the stomach followed, leaving Heeseung gasping, shuddering, barely able to stay upright.
Jungkook leaned down and barked in his ear, "What were you doing to my omegas food?"
Heeseung whimper and curled up in a ball to protect himself.
“Answer me!” Jungkook snapped, voice sharp as a blade. “What were you doing?!"”
Heeseung hesitated, forehead pressed to his knees, sobs wracking his body. “It… it’s… laced with Pitocin… To… to induce his labor. I… I wanted the pup born early… so I could… trade him to Lorenzo… get my money… I… I also wanted you… as my alpha…”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened to a storm, teeth clenched. “You induced my rut,,” he hissed, every word dripping with lethal intent. “Didn’t you?”
Heeseung broke completely, tears streaming. “Yes… yes…I only…only did it because I love you…because…you’re my mate…”
Jungkook’s hand shot forward, yanking Heeseung’s hair and jerking his head back until the omega’s eyes met his. “I'm not your mate," he growled into the omegas face.
"Right now my mate is upstairs in his nest, exhausted from hanging off my knot all night long. Belly full of my pup. Full of MY seed. You could never be him,” Jungkook growled, voice cold and deadly. “What we have…what we share…you couldn’t even fathom. You will never have it.”
Jungkook let go of his hair with a shove. Heeseung sobbed uncontrollably, shaking, completely broken under Jungkook’s unyielding presence.
Then, without a word, Jungkook reached for his gun, pulling it from his belt with lethal precision. The cold steel gleamed briefly in the dim light of the cellar. Before Heeseung could even register the movement, Jungkook raised the weapon and fired...one clean, final shot between the omega’s eyes.
Heeseung’s body went limp, slumping forward, chains rattling as the life drained from him. Silence fell for a heartbeat, thick and suffocating.
Jungkook’s dark eyes swept the room, landing on Namjoon, Taehyung, and Yoongi. His voice was calm, chilling, carrying the weight of absolute command. “Take his body,” he said, measured, deliberate. “Drop it off at Lorenzo’s doorstep tonight…and leave him a little message the motherfucker won’t soon forget. Hell is coming for him.”
Namjoon and Taehyung immediately moved, securing the body and preparing it for transport, while Yoongi simply nodded, his expression unreadable, eyes following Jungkook’s every motion.
The cellar remained silent except for the faint echo of the chains and the distant hum of the mansion above. Jungkook’s presence dominated every corner, a predator satisfied only with finality, ensuring that the betrayal and the threat were erased completely, leaving nothing behind but a warning no one would ever forget.
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Jungkook stepped out of the shower in the cellar, the warm water washing away the last traces of blood, sweat, and adrenaline. He grabbed a fresh set of clothes he kept in the cellar for moments like this...black fitted shirt, dark pants, and his usual sturdy boots. Dressing quickly but efficiently, he ran a hand through his wet hair, letting the chill of the air hit him briefly.
The mansion was quiet, the faint hum of the ventilation system the only sound. Fully dressed now, he took a deep breath, his body still tense, senses alert. He moved toward the stairs, each step silent but purposeful, every motion controlled.
By the time he reached their room, the sunlight was streaming through the balcony doors. Jungkook stepped onto the balcony, the sunlight warming his freshly dressed skin. Jimin sat cross-legged on the lounger, sunglasses on, basking in the morning sun, his yellow maternity bikini bright against the soft cream cushions. The color highlighted the curve of his belly, and Jungkook’s chest tightened...he looked impossibly serene, radiant, and ridiculously cute all at once.
“Morning, baby,” Jungkook said softly, and instead of just standing there, he walked over and settled onto the lounger beside Jimin, letting his presence press gently against him.
Jimin tilted his head, a sleepy smile forming. “You showered?” he asked, brushing a damp strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead and tucking it behind his ear.
“Yeah,” Jungkook replied, hand brushing gently over Jimin’s belly. “Everything’s taken care of. I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to worry. You and the pup are safe.”
Jimin’s brow knitted in curiosity. “Okay…what happened?”
“I got intel that Heeseung...someone we thought we could trust...was sent to interfere with me and the pup,” Jungkook said, calm but firm. “Someone was spying…watching what was happening here. That’s all you need to know. He’s handled. You two are completely safe.”
Jimin’s hand rose to Jungkook’s chest, leaning into his warmth. “Handled…completely?”
Jungkook’s dark eyes softened slightly. “Completely. Nobody’s touching you or our pup. Everything else…isn’t for you to worry about.”
Jimin let out a soft sigh, leaning fully against him. “Good…I trust you. Just…stay with me?”
Jungkook wrapped an arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him close. “Always,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. Or him.” He rested a protective hand over Jimin’s belly, feeling the tiny movements inside.
Jimin smiled, looking up at Jungkook. “Don’t go just yet…the pup and I need you here.”
Jungkook chuckled low, brushing his thumb over Jimin’s cheek. “Okay, baby. I’ll stay a little while. But I might have to handle some business soon.”
Jimin hummed softly, leaning into him. "Just...hurry back when you leave, okay? We miss you when you're gone.”
Jungkook pressed a final kiss to the top of his head. “I will. For now…I'm staying right here with you and our pup.”
Jimin closed his eyes again, content and relaxed, soaking in the warmth of the sun and the security of his alpha. For a few precious minutes, the chaos of the outside world...the threats, the betrayals, the power struggles...faded away.
It was just them, safe and untouchable, wrapped in the calm of the morning sun.
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The rain fell in heavy sheets, drumming against the black car as Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung waited just out of sight. Their headlights were off, the engine silent, and the world around them was a blur of shadows and silver from the storm.
Lorenzo's mansion loomed ahead, its dark silhouette barely visible through the curtain of rain. Heeseung’s body was carefully positioned on the front steps, the note taped to his chest. Every detail had been meticulously set, and the three of them watched, tense, from the car.
Finally, the door opened. A maid stepped out, umbrella in hand, shielding herself from the rain. She froze mid-step, her eyes falling on the figure sprawled on the doorstep. A scream tore from her throat, sharp and panicked, carried away immediately by the storm.
Yoongi’s hand tightened on the wheel. “It's done,” he muttered, and Namjoon shifted in the passenger seat. Slowly, deliberately, they drove off, slipping into the night as rain streaked the windshield in long, watery lines.
As the car disappeared into the distance, Heeseung’s body lay still in the rain, drenched, the wet fabric clinging to him. The note flapped violently in the wind, soaked but still readable.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked, and behold a black wolf
And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him
The words shimmered faintly under the dim porch light, twisting and shivering in the storm. The rain streamed over the body, pooling on the stone steps, but the warning remained clear, a dark and silent message that lingered in the night long after the car had disappeared
Chapter 18
Summary:
Jungkook goes hunting.
Notes:
In the next chapter Jimin and Jungkook's pup will be born.
This is a long chapter. Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The rain was relentless, pounding the tiled roof of Lorenzo’s villa like a thousand tiny hammers. Lightning cracked somewhere in the distance, illuminating the grand front lawn in sharp, fleeting flashes.
The maid’s scream had been high and sharp, cutting through the steady roar of the storm. Lorenzo had rushed to the foyer, silk robe loosely belted, irritation already forming on his lips...until he saw why she was screaming.
Heeseung’s body lay sprawled across the marble steps. The rain had plastered his hair to his pale forehead, pooling in the hollow of his open mouth. His eyes stared glassy and unblinking at the night sky, and between his eyes...a neat bullet hole...life had been snuffed out in an instant.
A note was pinned to his shirt, paper soaked through but still flapping in the wind. The words, jagged and bold in black ink, were unmistakable:
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked, and behold a black wolf
And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him
The message was clear. Jungkook was coming for him.
For a moment, Lorenzo couldn’t breathe. He took a stumbling step back, bumping into the ornate console table behind him.
“Señor… should I call the police?” the maid whispered, her face ashen.
“What?! Are you crazy?! No,” he barked, voice too loud in the cavernous entryway. “Go back inside. Now.”
She hesitated only long enough to cross herself before hurrying away.
Lorenzo closed the heavy front door with slow, deliberate care, though his hands trembled. The metallic tang of rain and death clung to him as he walked briskly down the hallway, his bare feet slapping against cold marble. He didn’t stop until he reached his study, shutting the door behind him and twisting the lock.
He grabbed the phone from his desk and dialed, his damp fingers slipping against the buttons.
It rang twice before a deep, accented voice answered. “Alexei.”
“It’s me,” Lorenzo blurted. “Heeseung...the one I sent in to spy on Jeon's omega and pup. Jeon killed him and left him on my doorstep like a goddamn...like a gift. He’s sending a message. He's coming for me.”
The silence on the other end was heavy, suffocating. Then Alexei spoke, voice low and edged with steel. “I told you not to touch Jeon’s pup and omega. You think I warn for the sake of hearing my own voice?”
Lorenzo swallowed, hard. “You’ve…you’ve dealt with him before?”
Alexei gave a humorless laugh, the sound like gravel grinding under a boot. “No, but he killed my brother. I didn’t see it happen, but I know it was him. You know how I know? Because my brother was just like you...greedy, reckless. Jeon’s wolf bloodline runs deep. He’s not just a man, Lorenzo. He’s a force. When he marks you for death, you stay dead. And when it’s about his pup and omega...” Alexei’s tone sharpened like a knife’s edge, “there’s no god, no wall, and no army that will keep him from tearing you apart.”
Lorenzo’s fingers tightened around the phone. “I’m out. I’m not going near his pup ever. I’m not even thinking about the omega again.”
“Good,” Alexei said, sharp as a whip crack. “Because Jeon doesn’t just kill. He makes an example. You should be afraid...very afraid. Every man who’s crossed him and lived still sleeps with one eye open. Some…stop sleeping altogether.”
The rain battered the study windows harder now, like fists demanding entry.
“What do I do?” Lorenzo asked, voice small.
“You disappear for a while. Stay inside, stay surrounded, keep your head down. There's plenty of pups out there to take...but not now. Not while he’s hunting.”
The call ended with a hollow click.
Lorenzo slowly lowered the phone, his knuckles white. His reflection stared back at him from the rain-streaked window, pale and wide-eyed.
Outside, the storm raged on. Somewhere out there, Jungkook was moving.
And Lorenzo had never felt more like prey
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The rain hammered down in relentless sheets, soaking the black fur that gleamed like wet ink under the cold light of the moon. The enormous wolf crouched low atop the ridge overlooking Lorenzo’s mansion, massive shoulders tense, muscles coiled like steel springs beneath his sleek, wet pelt. His red eyes glowed faintly, cutting through the darkness, fixating on the lit windows below.
The mansion sat silent, almost serene, the opulent lights mocking him, unaware of the predator circling above. The scent of Lorenzo drifted faintly on the wind, mixed with the tang of expensive cologne, fear, and paranoia...the combination making the wolf's growl rumble deep in his chest.
He flexed his claws in the mud, wet earth clinging to them. His breath came out in white plumes, misting in the cold night air as he lowered his head, ears twitching at every faint sound from below. The guards patrolling the grounds didn’t yet know he was there, and the alpha inside their walls had no inkling of the storm lurking just beyond the gates.
The wolf's tail lashed once, twice, a silent measure of patience and control. Every muscle in his massive body pulsed with anticipation, a lethal calm that preceded violence. He shifted slightly, wet paws gripping the soil, and hissed softly, the sound lost in the downpour but carrying the weight of a predator on the hunt.
Lorenzo’s voice floated faintly on the wind...careless, arrogant, sure of his own invincibility. That voice made the wolf's fangs bare, teeth glinting under the pale moonlight. One step closer, and Lorenzo would finally understand what it meant to be at the mercy of a wolf that would do anything to protect its pup and mate.
The rain ran down his muzzle, slick and cold, but it did nothing to diminish the fire burning in his chest. Red eyes narrowed, pupils like coals, and a low, guttural growl rolled from deep within his throat, vibrating through the night, shaking the very ground beneath him.
Tonight, the hunt would end.
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The storm had not let up for forty-eight hours. Rain battered the villa’s tiled roof, the wind shrieked through the shutters, and every roll of thunder rattled the glass in its frames.
Lorenzo hadn’t slept in two days. The moment Heeseung’s body appeared on his doorstep, the fragile thread of bravado he’d been holding onto had snapped clean through. Now, every creak of the old beams sounded like a footstep. Every gust of wind against the doors felt like a fist pounding to be let in.
He had tripled the guards on the gates, ordered checkpoints at every hallway junction, and stationed snipers on the balcony rails. Still, he couldn’t shake the prickling along his spine, the instinct that something...someone...was already here. That he was being...hunted.
Every hour, he checked the feed from the security cameras himself, fingers tapping a jittery rhythm against the desk. The storm made the images stutter, frames freezing for a fraction of a second before jumping forward again. Shadows bent strangely in the lightning’s flash, and sometimes he could swear a shape was there in one frame and gone the next.
A crack of thunder rattled the study windows. Somewhere above, a board groaned under pressure. Lorenzo froze.
That was not the sound of settling wood.
He waited. Listened. Rain roared on the roof, wind screamed down the chimney. Then...faint but deliberate...another creak, like weight shifting on the upstairs landing.
He grabbed the radio from the desk.
“Second floor, east wing,” he hissed. “Now.”
Static hissed back. Then a guard’s voice:
“Sir, there’s no one up there. We’ve swept it twice in the last hour.”
Lorenzo’s mouth went dry. “Sweep it again,” he snapped. “And check the attic. Every corner.”
As he waited, his gaze darted to the monitors. All twelve screens flickered with distorted rain-slick images: empty hallways, the glistening gravel drive, the swaying hedges at the perimeter. Nothing moved except the weather.
But his heart kept pounding faster.
Then the lights went out.
It wasn’t a flicker. It wasn’t the dimming sag of a brownout. It was as if the entire villa had been swallowed by a single breath of darkness.
The electric hum of the refrigerator in the adjoining kitchen died. The monitors went black. The air itself seemed to thicken.
That was when he heard it.
Low.
Deep.
Resonant enough that it seemed to hum through the wooden floor into his feet...a growl, drawn out and deliberate, the sound of a predator that wasn’t afraid to be heard.
Lorenzo’s throat tightened.
It came again, closer now, a rumbling note that vibrated against his ribs. It wasn’t just the sound...it was the feeling of being marked, chosen, hunted.
And then he saw them.
Two points of red in the blackness. Not the glow of a light, not the reflection of a camera...this was alive. The eyes hung impossibly high off the ground, far too high for any normal wolf, the red an unnatural, molten hue that pulsed faintly with each slow breath.
Lightning split the sky.
For a single, searing frame, the silhouette was revealed: A massive wolf, jet-black fur slicked against muscle, rainwater dripping from a muzzle lined with ivory fangs. Its shoulders were nearly level with Lorenzo’s chest, even at a distance. The head cocked slightly to one side, as if deciding where to bite first.
Then darkness slammed back down, leaving only the red eyes...unblinking, patient.
A single paw shifted forward. The sound was soft but heavy, the kind of weight that could crush bone without effort. The growl deepened, rolling through the study like thunder that refused to fade.
And in that moment, Lorenzo knew the truth.
The storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside his home.
The red eyes didn’t blink.
Lorenzo stumbled backward, silk robe flapping, arms raised uselessly. Panic had seized every part of him. The guards were useless...none dared move when the growl rolled through the hallways like a living drum of doom.
The wolf lunged.
Fur glistening with rainwater, fangs bared, jaws snapping inches from Lorenzo’s face. He screamed, but the sound barely registered against the storm and the guttural roar of the predator. In one terrifying sweep, the wolf slammed into him, sending him crashing against the marble staircase.
Blood spattered immediately, crimson stark against the polished floors. The wolf’s claws raked across Lorenzo’s chest, tearing silk and skin alike, drawing his first scream into a guttural gasp. The smell of iron filled the room, mingling with rain and wet fur.
Lorenzo tried to crawl backward, but every step was anticipated. A massive paw pinned him, forcing him face-down. The wolf’s jaw snapped downward, clamping on the nape of his neck. Lorenzo thrashed, but the grip was unrelenting...the pressure crushing, precise, unflinching.
Another swipe, and the wolf slammed him into the wall. Bones cracked audibly. The sound was almost drowned by the storm, but it echoed in Lorenzo’s ears like judgment itself. Blood ran freely from his nose, mouth, and the jagged gashes along his torso.
The wolf’s teeth found his shoulder next, sinking in with surgical efficiency. Every growl, every movement was calculated...not mindless fury, but a deliberate obliteration of a man who dared cross Jungkook’s territory.
Lorenzo’s hands clawed at the black fur, trying to hold the creature back, but the strength was impossible to resist. In one final, punishing motion, the wolf pinned him fully against the wall, jaws crushing his throat. Lorenzo gurgled, blood spraying as the life in him faltered, his body going limp beneath the force.
When it was over, the storm still raged outside, but inside the villa, silence reigned...broken only by the faint drip of blood on marble. The red eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, surveying the scene with a predator’s satisfaction.
The wolf shifted back to human form, breathing heavily, muscles taut with tension and triumph. His claws had torn, his teeth had ended a life, and he stood over Lorenzo’s mangled, broken body, a living warning carved into every bone and scar.
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The storm had been relentless for hours, rattling the Jeon mansion’s windows and shaking the balcony doors with each gust of wind. Rain slashed against the roof, forming tiny rivulets down the glass, and the occasional flash of lightning illuminated the room in stark, fleeting bursts. Inside, the air was heavy with dampness and the faint scent of iron lingering from the chaos Jungkook had just left behind.
He stepped silently into their bedroom, water dripping from his hair and the soaked fabric of his clothes clinging to his broad shoulders and toned chest. His senses were still sharp, alert to every sound...the creak of the floorboards, the soft rustle of sheets...but the sight of Jimin, curled up on the bed with his hand resting on his rounded belly, melted the tension in his muscles. His wolfish ferocity gave way to a protective warmth, though the power beneath the surface still thrummed like a heartbeat.
Stripping off the dripping clothes, he let them fall to the floor, careful not to make a sound. The bed dipped slightly as he slid in beside Jimin, moving deliberately, each motion measured to avoid putting pressure on his swollen belly. One arm went around Jimin’s shoulders, the other cradling his stomach, fingers brushing lightly over the baby bump. He nuzzled the back of Jimin’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent that always grounded him...the soft, sweet, omega scent mingled with the warm, comforting scent of home.
Jimin stirred, lifting his head and blinking sleepily at him. “You’re wet…from the rain?” he murmured, looking up at a damp strand of hair sticking to Jungkook's forehead. He reached up and tucked the strand behind Jungkook’s ear with a lazy, affectionate motion.
“I’m here,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “Both of you are safe. No one will touch you.”
Jimin shifted slightly against him, his hand resting atop Jungkook’s over the baby bump. “Don’t leave yet…me and the pup get cold without you,” he whispered, voice husky with sleep.
Jungkook tightened his hold just a fraction, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s. “I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, low, possessive, and unyielding. “I’ll keep you warm. Both of you.”
Lightning flashed again, throwing the room into stark contrast...the shadows of the bedspread and the balcony railing etched sharp lines across the floor. Jungkook’s chest rose and fell steadily, his breath synchronizing with Jimin’s, grounding him. Every movement was careful, tender, protective, yet every scent, every heartbeat, still carried the edge of feral intensity that would annihilate any threat to them.
Outside, the storm roared on, relentless and unforgiving, but inside their bedroom, wrapped in one another, the world fell away. Jungkook’s presence was absolute...a shield, a promise, a warning. Nothing would touch them tonight, or ever. Every heartbeat spoke it, every pulse of his powerful body resonated with the intensity of his vow.
Finally, he allowed himself a moment to rest, curling tighter around Jimin, the wolf inside him coiled but contained, the alpha in full command, yet fully surrendered to the one he loved. In that small, storm-lashed room, they were untouchable.
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The morning air was still, broken only by the distant patter of soft raindrops outside the window and the quiet, steady rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing. Jimin propped himself up on one elbow, his tousled hair falling across his forehead as he looked down at his alpha.
He could never get used to this...seeing Jungkook at peace. The same man who carried the weight of an empire, who spoke in sharp commands and whose presence made entire rooms bend, now lying beside him, completely unguarded. Jimin felt his chest ache with a mixture of wonder and pride.
His eyes traced Jungkook’s face first. The sweep of dark hair pushed back from his brow, the thick lashes fanned across his cheeks, the strong nose, and then...his lips. That freckle just below his bottom lip tugged at Jimin like a magnet. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss there, lingering for a moment before pulling back.
“You don’t even know how perfect you are,” Jimin whispered, almost afraid his voice would wake him.
His gaze drifted lower, drinking in the lines of Jungkook’s body. The rise and fall of his chest was slow, strong; each breath expanded the broad planes of muscle that Jimin slid his fingers over. His touch was featherlight, tracing from shoulder to chest, the pads of his fingers tracing over Jungkook's tattoo sleeve, memorizing the warmth and firmness beneath.
Lower still, Jimin’s hand followed the ridges of Jungkook’s abdomen. He let his fingertip tap gently against each hard line as though he were counting coins laid in a row.
“One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight.”
Jimin’s lips parted in a grin. “Of course you have an eight pack,” he murmured, half in awe, half in disbelief. He giggled softly, covering his mouth quickly as if the sound might disturb the alpha’s dreams.
Jungkook shifted faintly at the sound, a muscle twitching in his jaw, his arm flexing where it rested by his head. But he didn’t wake. His face smoothed out again, expression calm, and Jimin let out a relieved sigh.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the valley between those perfect abs, letting his cheek rest for a moment against the warm, steady rise and fall of Jungkook’s stomach. The safety he felt there was unmatched
He raised his head back up to continue admiring what was his. Jimin’s gaze wandered lower, his breath catching as he took in every line of his alpha’s body. The proud ridges of muscle tapered into a sculpted tiny waist, leading his eyes down further. The small dark thatch of neatly trimmed hair at Jungkook’s crotch framed him in a way that made Jimin’s cheeks flush hot. What made him flush even harder was the big, thick cock that gave Jimin so much mind blowing pleasure, resting gently against the dark hair. Even soft his alpha's cock was a sight to see. He swallowed hard, chest tightening as instinct rolled through him, sharp and insistent.
His body responded before his mind could catch up. Heat curled low in his belly, making his pulse race. The longer he looked, the harder it became to breathe evenly. His omega instincts stirred, desperate, tugging at him with every second.
Biting his lip, Jimin tore his gaze away, forcing his eyes lower. Jungkook’s thighs were a masterpiece in themselves...thick with strength, carved with power. Jimin brushed his fingertips lightly down one, marveling at the sheer size of it compared to his own. Beneath his touch, he could feel the quiet thrum of life, the strength coiled in muscle even while relaxed.
From thighs to calves, to long legs that seemed endless beneath the sheets, Jimin traced every inch with a reverence that left him dizzy. His skin tingled, his senses sharpened, and the weight of his own body felt heavier, hotter.
Pregnancy had done strange things to him. His body felt like a live wire, sensitive to every brush of skin, every scent, every fleeting thought of his alpha. And lately, the hunger had only grown sharper, hotter, leaving him restless and flushed at the most inconvenient times.
He hadn’t said anything to Jungkook. How could he? It felt humiliating to admit that he was constantly aching for him, that his body wouldn’t settle even when Jungkook had already given him so much. What if it wasn’t normal? What if it made him sound greedy, or worse, ungrateful? So he kept it to himself, burying the restless need in silence.
Now, though, staring at the breadth of Jungkook’s thighs, the long lines of his legs stretched out beneath the sheets, it was impossible to ignore. His body pulsed with heat, his belly tight, the little life inside pressing up as if to remind him how full he already was. And yet, instinct clawed at him all the same, a desperate, aching need that curled low in his stomach and refused to let go.
By the time his eyes had traveled the length of Jungkook’s body and back again, Jimin’s thighs pressed together of their own accord. His breath hitched, and shame curled hotly through him when he felt the dampness spreading beneath him, soaking into the sheets. He covered his face with both hands, muffling a small whine.
“This is ridiculous…” he whispered against his palms, mortified by just how badly he wanted, how badly he ached.
Jungkook, blissfully unaware, only shifted in his sleep, lips parting slightly as he exhaled a quiet sigh. Jimin peeked between his fingers at him, heart twisting with love and want and embarrassment all tangled together.
Jimin dragged his hands down his flushed face, forcing himself to take a deep breath. His heart was racing, his body restless, slick dampening the sheets beneath him in a way that made heat crawl up his neck. He hated how out of control he felt lately, how pregnancy had left him craving more than he could bring himself to admit.
He glanced at Jungkook again...his alpha sleeping soundly, strong and unshaken, utterly unaware of the storm twisting inside his omega. Jimin’s chest squeezed tight. He wanted him so badly it hurt, and yet the shame was heavier.
Panic spiked in him suddenly, and he scrambled for the first excuse that came to mind. He placed a shaky hand on Jungkook’s chest and whispered, “Kook…wake up. We...we need to get ready. We’ll be late for our pup checkup if we don’t.”
Jungkook stirred, lashes fluttering as he blinked himself awake, his dark eyes hazy with sleep at first before they sharpened on Jimin. His brows furrowed slightly. “What time is it?” he mumbled, voice rough, his arm instinctively curving around Jimin’s waist to keep him close.
Jimin shifted out of reach, sitting up too quickly. “It’s...it’s fine, we should just get moving. Come on,” he said, his tone too bright, too rushed, betraying the nerves underneath.
Jungkook pushed up onto his elbows, watching him closely now. The room was thick with Jimin’s scent, sweet but edged with something sharper...need. His alpha instincts stirred immediately, recognizing it. His omega’s cheeks were flushed, his thighs pressed a little too tightly together, and the sheets beneath him were damp in a way that Jungkook didn’t miss.
“Baby,” Jungkook said slowly, confusion threading through his voice, “what's wrong?” His eyes softened, worried, searching Jimin’s face. “I can feel you need me. Why are you hiding it from me?”
Jimin froze, guilt flashing in his eyes before he turned away, clutching the edge of the blanket to cover himself. “It’s nothing, Kook. Please. Just...just get up. We’ll be late.”
But Jungkook only sat there, gaze steady and unyielding, the faintest growl rumbling in his chest at the idea of being shut out from his mate’s need. He knew something was wrong...Jimin was keeping something from him.
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Jimin waddled into the clinic, hand pressed to his belly, Jungkook looming protectively behind him like a walking fortress. Jimin grunted as Jungkook helped him heft his small bulk up on to the examination table. He laid down, and pulled his maternity dress up...already knowing the drill.
“I swear,” Jimin groaned, grimacing at the ultrasound screen, “he’s moving so much today… it feels like he’s trying to escape.”
Jin gave him a small smile and adjusted the monitor. “He’s just rowdy and ready to come out, that’s all.” He tapped the screen. “Congratulations. Your little one is…seven and a half pounds. He's a chunker.”
Both Jimin and Jungkook froze. Jimin’s eyes widened so much they practically threatened to pop out of his head. “Seven…point…five?!”
Jungkook’s hand shot to his chest. “What?! How is that even possible? That’s…that’s huge!” His voice had dropped a full octave, and his protective instincts flared like a fire alarm.
Jin’s expression didn’t change. “Did I not tell you two what so much cheesecake will do?” He glanced at Jungkook, deadpan. “And have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately? You’re…huge, Jungkook. A pup with your genetics is not coming out of a hole that tiny ”
Jimin choked on a laugh. “Jin!”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, and he growled low in his throat. “I...no. That’s not happening. He’s my pup. He’s coming out safely, and naturally. I will make sure of it.”
Jin just raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook…calm down. Jimin, you’re far too tiny to deliver a pup that size naturally. End of the month, C-section. It’s the safest option.”
Jungkook’s heart pounded fast in his chest as he paced, muttering under his breath. “No… no… it's too dangerous. My omega and pup doesn’t need…surgery. He...”
Jimin sighed and leaned into him, releasing a wave of calming pheromones. Jungkook froze mid-step, inhaling the soothing scent. “…Okay. Fine. I’m calm. I’m calm,” he muttered, though his posture was still tense.
Jin scribbled in his notes, clearly amused by the alpha meltdown. “Relax. It’s routine. Your pup will be safe, Jimin will be safe, and nothing bad will happen. Promise.”
He turned to Jimin. “We’ll schedule the C-section for the end of the month. Plenty of rest. No heavy lifting. Got it?”
“I’ll make sure he does,” Jungkook said sharply, shooting a glare at Jimin that said don’t even think about arguing.
Jimin looked up at Jungkook, giving him those eyes he could never say no to. “Actually, baby… could you give me a minute alone with Jin?”
Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Alone…with Jin? Why?”
“It’s omega talk, baby. You wouldn’t understand,” Jimin said with innocent sweetness.
Jungkook growled low, but leaned down to kiss Jimin’s temple. “Fine. I’ll wait in the lobby. Don’t be long.”
Once Jungkook had left, Jimin turned to Jin, voice dropping into a whisper. “I’m…horny.”
Jin snickered, trying not to burst out laughing. “Well…I can’t exactly help you there, Jimin. We both have very possessive alphas that don't share anything. I mean, just last night I saw Namjoon fight Taehyung over the last t-bone steak at dinner.”
Jimin flapped his hands dramatically. “No! I mean…I’m always horny. Jungkook can just breathe in my direction and I’m ready to ride him into the sunset.”
Jin practically doubled over laughing. “Oh my god. Okay…go on.”
Jimin leaned closer, lowering his voice even more. “Is it normal to drip slick like a waterfall while your alpha is just innocently standing there, buttoning his cuff links on his shirt? Cause that happened to me the other day.”
Jin was doubled over, barely able to breathe through his laughter.
"I picked his dirty shirt up off the floor last week while he was showering and stood there like a weirdo and sniffed it. I swear I had an orgasm, Jin." Jimin whispered under his breath.
Jin was full on belly laughing.
“Shhh! Don't let him hear you...God, this is so embarrassing!” Jimin hissed.
Jin finally caught his composure, tears in his eyes. “Yes. Yes, that’s very natural…and honestly encouraged. Go ahead…ride him until his knot falls off. You’re allowed. Have fun.”
Jimin exhaled and his shoulders relaxed. “Good. Because that is exactly what I plan to do.”
Jin shook his head, chuckling helplessly. “Omegas and alphas should come with a warning label. I don’t know how you survive each other.”
Jimin ducked his head, his voice barely more than a whisper. “What, um…what sex positions are safe when you’re this pregnant?” His hand smoothed nervously over the taut curve of his belly.
“As long as Jungkook is gentle,” Jin assured. “and you don’t strain yourself, you can safely have sex this far along. Certain positions just get tricky once you’ve got a belly this size.” He gestured at the rounded swell with a teasing grin. “But there are workarounds.”
Jimin’s ears turned red. “Like what?”
“Well,” Jin said, slipping into his calm, professional tone, “side-lying is one of the most comfortable for omegas late in pregnancy...you on your side, Jungkook behind you. It keeps pressure off your belly, and you can control how deep things go. Another option is sitting in his lap, facing him. That way you set the pace and it’s easier on your back.”
Jimin listened with wide eyes, chewing on his bottom lip.
“And,” Jin added with a sly little smirk, “a lot of omegas actually prefer those positions anyway. More intimacy. More control. And your alpha? He’ll be thrilled either way, trust me.”
Jimin let out a shaky laugh, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you.”
“Why not?” Jin teased gently. “Who else would you ask? I’m your doctor, and I’m an omega who’s been there myself. Believe me, Namjoon and I had to get creative toward the end.”
Jimin peeked through his fingers, his blush deepening. “Oh my god, I did not need that image…”
Jin laughed outright this time, patting Jimin’s knee. “Relax. You’re doing great. And don’t ever feel ashamed for wanting your mate. That bond is supposed to carry you through this...body and heart.”
Jimin exhaled, a weight lifting from his chest. “Thank you, hyung,” he murmured, truly grateful.
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The apartment was quiet when they stepped inside, the soft click of the door closing behind them echoing through the hall. Jungkook hung up his coat, but his eyes never left Jimin as the omega moved slowly toward the bedroom, his hands brushing nervously over his swollen belly. Something was off...Jimin’s usual confident warmth seemed dampened, replaced by a timid, almost shy energy that set Jungkook on edge.
He followed quietly, letting Jimin get settled on the edge of the bed before perching beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His dark eyes studied him carefully.
“Baby,” Jungkook said softly, voice low but commanding enough to catch Jimin’s attention immediately. “Something’s wrong. You’ve been acting… different all day. And this morning… you didn’t tell me everything. What are you hiding?”
Jimin froze, hands twisting the edge of the blanket over his legs. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and his gaze dropped to the sheets, unwilling to meet Jungkook’s intense stare. The truth felt heavy, almost shameful. All morning he’d been trying to shove the ache down, to pretend it wasn’t there, and now it pressed so insistently he couldn’t ignore it.
“I…” he began, voice trembling. “I… I want you. All the time. Lately…ever since I got so far along in the pregnancy…I can’t stop…thinking about you… wanting you. I've been trying to hide it.”
Jungkook’s brows drew together, a low growl humming in his chest. His hands cupped Jimin’s face, forcing the omega to look up at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was sharp with frustration, but beneath it was the worry and care that always softened the edges.
Jimin’s shoulders trembled. “I… I was embarrassed,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “It feels… wrong. Like I’m being greedy, or… like it’s not normal to want you so much. I didn’t want you to think I’m…weird.”
The alpha’s arms wrapped around him immediately, pulling him flush against his chest. Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, inhaling the familiar omega scent that made his chest ache with possession and protectiveness. “Shhh… look at me, baby,” he murmured.
Jimin lifted his head hesitantly, eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. Jungkook’s gaze was unwavering, dark and tender all at once. “Nothing about you is wrong,” he said firmly, voice low and steady. “You’re pregnant. Your body is changing. Your instincts are stronger. Your desire is stronger. And that’s not just normal...it’s perfect. You’re not greedy. You’re not abnormal. You’re my omega, and I’ll always be here for you.”
Jimin’s lips trembled as he pressed into the warmth of Jungkook’s chest, letting the heat and reassurance seep into him. “I just… I don’t want to be… too much,” he whispered.
“You could never be too much for me,” Jungkook murmured, tightening his hold. His growl vibrated low in his chest, protective and possessive. “Every need, every ache, every desire...you don’t have to hide a single one. I’m yours. Always.”
Jimin let out a shaky breath, hiding his face against Jungkook’s chest as relief and shame battled within him. The ache in his belly didn’t disappear, but it softened under the steady press of Jungkook’s hands along his back, the rhythmic beat of his chest beneath Jimin’s ear.
Jimin drew in a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against Jungkook’s chest. “That… that’s what I talked to Jin about,” he admitted softly. “He said… what I’m feeling is normal. He said it’s okay to want you like this, especially now.”
Jungkook’s hands tightened slightly along Jimin’s back, his low growl vibrating against the omega’s hair. “Is that so?” he murmured, dark eyes glinting with interest.
Jimin swallowed, voice barely above a whisper. “He… even gave me some… positions we could try. To make it easier for me… since I’m… pregnant.” His fingers twitched nervously as he clutched the blanket, cheeks flaming bright red.
Jungkook’s growl deepened, rumbling low in his chest. “Did he now?” His hands cupped Jimin’s face again, tilting it up so their eyes met. “What kind of positions are we talking about?”
Jimin hesitated, then shyly let his gaze drop to Jungkook’s chest, fingers plucking nervously at the button on his alpha’s shirt. “Well… he said… as long as you’re gentle, we could… lay on our sides. You behind me…” His voice quivered, embarrassed even saying it out loud.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened, pupils dilating as the mental image took hold, his possessive instincts flaring. He leaned closer, inhaling Jimin’s scent, his low growl thickening.
Jimin swallowed hard and hurried on, voice even softer now. “He also said… I could…um…ride you.”
The words hit Jungkook like fire. His hands gripped Jimin’s waist lightly, possessive and steady, his growl turning into a throaty rumble. “Is that so…” he murmured, voice low, rough, and dangerous, the heat in his gaze making Jimin shiver against him. “You’re telling me this…my omega…wants this? Even when you’re shy about it?”
Jimin’s lips trembled, and he nodded, pressing closer to Jungkook, feeling both embarrassed and strangely liberated by confessing. “Y-Yes…I… I want you…all the time.”
Jungkook slid his hands down to his waist...pressed his forehead against Jimin’s, letting the heat of his alpha presence wash over him. “You are mine,” he rumbled, voice low, possessive, and full of longing. “Every need, every want…you don’t hide it from me. Not ever.”
Jungkook’s hands didn’t leave Jimin’s waist, but they shifted possessively, thumbs brushing over the curve of his hips in slow, deliberate circles. The growl in his chest deepened, vibrating low and heavy as he leaned closer, nose brushing against Jimin’s temple.
“You’ve been holding this in all day,” he murmured, voice thick with desire and frustration. “Hiding your need from me, trying to be shy… thinking you’re being too much.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, but his eyes smoldered with an intensity that made the omega shiver. “Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”
Jimin’s cheeks flamed, and he squirmed slightly under Jungkook’s steady weight. “I…I just didn’t want to…I don’t know…bother you,” he whispered, fingers clutching the edge of the blanket. “It’s… embarrassing. I feel like I shouldn’t…want you this much…”
Jungkook tilted Jimin’s chin up with a finger, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Bother me?” he repeated, incredulous. “Baby, you could never bother me. Every little ache, every whisper of need…it belongs to me. And I’m going to take care of all of it.” His thumb brushed over Jimin’s lower lip, grazing it lightly, making the omega’s stomach flutter.
Jimin’s eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping him. “Y-You…you’re not mad?”
“Mad?” Jungkook scoffed, though the rumble in his chest was far from angry. “Baby, I’m more than ready.” He leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the corner of Jimin’s mouth. “You want me, you need me…that’s mine. That’s mine to take care of, to savor, to remind you every single time that you’re safe, wanted, and mine.”
Jimin trembled slightly, warmth pooling low in his belly at both the words and the tone in Jungkook’s voice. “I… I just…I don’t know how to… with my belly…”
Jungkook’s grin softened into something tender but still possessive. “That’s why Jin gave you advice, isn’t it?” he murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed Jimin’s temple. “Side by side… gentle…or riding me, if you want. Huh?” His low rumble vibrated against Jimin’s ear, brushing the sensitive skin of his neck and making him shiver.
Jimin’s fingers fidgeted at the hem of the blanket, shyly nodding. “Y-Yeah…he said as long as you’re gentle…”
“Gentle?” Jungkook’s growl turned into a teasing rumble, lips brushing Jimin’s hairline. “Baby, you know gentle isn’t all I’m capable of… but I’ll be as careful as you need. Every time. You’ll be mine...fully, in every way that’s safe for you.”
The omega pressed closer, letting himself melt into Jungkook’s chest. His shame and embarrassment still lingered, but it was drowned in the warmth of his alpha’s words, the possessive rumbles vibrating against him. “I…I want you so much,” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with absolute truth.
Jungkook tightened his arms around him, holding him close. “Then you’ll have me,” he murmured, teeth grazing Jimin’s ear lightly. “Every time you need me, every time you ache…I’ll be here. And right now…” His hands drifted to cup the swell of Jimin’s belly, brushing over him in slow, possessive circles. “…I want you to feel just how much you’re mine.”
Jungkook stood slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin’s as he stalked toward the small sofa across from the bed. Every step was deliberate, commanding. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop to the floor with a soft rustle, chest taut and glistening under the dim light. Jimin’s breath hitched, nipples hard, pulse racing.
By the time Jungkook shed his pants, he was completely naked. His cock was thick, hard, standing proudly between his legs. He sank onto the sofa, spreading his thighs wide, a silent invitation. “Come here,” he growled, voice low and possessive.
Jimin’s legs felt like jelly as he stepped closer, heart hammering. He stood between Jungkook’s thighs, trembling under the alpha’s gaze. Jungkook leaned forward, sliding his hands under the hem of Jimin’s maternity dress and slipped it up over his head, brushing over every curve, every sensitive spot.
“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, thumbs grazing over his hips, tracing his lush pregnancy curves. “All mine.”
Jimin shivered, heat pooling low. “K-Kook…” he whispered, voice shaky, breath catching.
With deliberate slowness, Jungkook peeled Jimin’s soaked underwear down, letting it drop to the floor. He cupped Jimin’s ass, guiding him closer, “Sit on me,” he hissed, growl vibrating low in his chest.
Jimin climbed into his alpha's lap...Jungkook grabbed ahold of his hips, helping him get comfortable. He then lined up his hard, throbbing cock at Jimin's slick entrance."Take it slow, baby," Jungkook growled into his ear.
Jimin moaned at the feeling of Jungkook's dripping wet tip at his slick opening...he sank down onto him carefully, moaning as he took Jungkook an inch at a time until he bottomed out. The stretch, the heat...it made him whimper, arching into the alpha. Jungkook’s hands gripped his hips firmly, guiding his movements, thumbs pressing into sensitive spots as he set a steady, controlled rhythm.
“Ah...Kook…I’ve wanted you so much…been dying to have your cock inside me again.” Jimin gasped, rocking with him, hands braced on Jungkook’s shoulders.
“You feel so good,” Jungkook groaned, teeth grazing his shoulder, hands roaming over Jimin’s body...down his back, over his pregnant belly, squeezing his ass. “Mine…all mine.”
Jimin moaned, bouncing on him, hips meeting each of Jungkook’s thrusts perfectly. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with their desperate gasps and low growls. Jungkook’s hands tightened on his hips, guiding him faster. “Take it, baby. Take all of me if you can,” he urged, voice thick with lust.
Jimin leaned forward, lips brushing Jungkook’s collarbone, moaning around it, riding him faster now, lost in the sensations. “Ah…Kook…feels so good…your cock is so big…”
“Its yours, baby” Jungkook growled again, gripping his ass, and spreading him open. The rhythm became faster, more insistent, each motion driving them both closer to the edge. Jimin’s moans became louder, breathless, desperate, matching the guttural growls spilling from Jungkook.
Jungkook leaned forward, cupping Jimin’s small dangling breasts in his hands, lips closing over his nipple, moaning at the sweet release of Jimin's breasts milk on his tongue. He sucked and nipped, growling low at the way Jimin shivered under his mouth, hands tangling in Jungkook’s hair as heat pooled between them.
With one final, deep thrust, Jungkook filled Jimin completely, groaning his name as he came, knotted deep and hard. Jimin gasped, trembling, clinging to him, riding out the waves of pleasure until both of them collapsed, slick and panting.
Jungkook pulled Jimin close, pressing a possessive kiss to his forehead. “Mine,” he murmured, voice soft now but no less intense. “Always mine.”
Then he lowered his mouth to Jimin’s lips, capturing him in a long, deep kiss. Tongues tangled, teeth grazing softly, and Jungkook moaned against him, lips sucking and nibbling with possessive hunger. Jimin gasped, hands tangling in Jungkook’s hair as their mouths moved together, hot and needy, the kiss both tender and feral. When they finally broke apart, both were panting, lips swollen, and Jungkook’s dark eyes were still smoldering with desire.
“I love you,” he whispered again, voice thick, pulling Jimin flush against him, ensuring he felt the claim in every kiss, every touch, every lingering brush of their lips.
Chapter 19
Summary:
Jimin gives birth via C-section.
Notes:
The chapter y'all have been waiting for has arrived. This is pure domestic fluff.
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Chapter Text
Jungkook stood in the doorway of the nursery, shirtless and clad only in loose nightpants, letting his eyes roam over the room that had been waiting for their son. Every detail was perfect. The walls were painted a deep, stormy slate gray, rich and dark like the night sky before a thunderstorm. On the main wall behind the crib, the mural Jimin had envisioned stretched in breathtaking detail: tall trees, their black silhouettes rising against the pale moonlight, the sky dotted with crisp, twinkling stars. And at the center, the huge, luminous full moon cast its soft glow over the scene, illuminating the black wolf painted beneath it...Jungkook’s wolf form, howling up at the moon, forever watching, forever protecting.
The crib they had built together stood proud beneath the soft suede canopy, its drapes flowing gently to the sides like clouds parting for the moonlight above. A round, plush white rug lay in the center of the room, soft enough to cushion tiny feet. In the corner, the rocking chair waited patiently, as if already swaying their pup to sleep. The diaper changing table was perfectly stocked, organized, every tiny item in its place. On the ceiling above, hundreds of little stars and moons twinkled gently, catching the soft golden glow of the yellow sconces on the walls, bathing the room in a comforting warmth. Even the walk-in closet was immaculate, racks of baby clothes in every size hung neatly, waiting for their little one to wear them.
Tomorrow, this room would finally come alive. The thought of it made Jungkook’s stomach twist with nerves, his excitement tangled with fear. What if something went wrong during the C-section? What if he lost either Jimin or their pup? He shook his head slightly, trying to banish the dark thoughts, but the anxiety clung stubbornly.
A gentle pressure against his back made him jump slightly. Jimin’s arms wrapped around his waist, warm and soft, and his lips pressed a tender kiss to the massive wolf tattoo that ran across Jungkook’s back. Jungkook shivered, the touch both grounding and arousing.
“What are you thinking about?” Jimin murmured into his shoulder, voice soft, curious.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, jaw tightening. “The pup…and the surgery tomorrow,” he admitted. “I can’t…I can’t lose either of you.”
Jimin turned him gently, cupping his face in his hands, eyes shining with quiet determination. “You’re not going to lose either of us,” he said firmly. “This is a common procedure, Jungkook. People have C-sections every day. We’re going to be just fine.”
The words eased the tightness in Jungkook’s chest slightly. He lifted his hands to Jimin’s belly, running his palms over the soft curve, feeling the subtle movements inside. “I’m going to miss you being pregnant,” he murmured, voice low and rough with emotion.
Jimin smiled, a small, hopeful curve of his lips. “Maybe a year or two from now, we can have another pup.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened with desire, a low growl vibrating in his chest. He bent down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck as he nipped at his mating mark. “I’m going to keep you pupped and tied to our nest,” he murmured possessively.
Jimin giggled softly, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Come to bed and rub my feet...they’re hurting.”
Jungkook gave a playful slap to Jimin’s ass, and the alpha’s grin was dangerous, teasing. “Okay,” he said, voice low, thick with desire. “Let’s go.”
As they left the nursery, Jungkook’s gaze lingered on the mural one last time. The black wolf howled at the luminous moon, forever vigilant, forever protective...just like him. And tomorrow, that wolf wouldn’t be the only one guarding their family.
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The bright overhead lights of the clinic reflected off the white tiles, harsh and sterile. Jimin lay on the operating table, arms stretched out to the sides...his body mostly hidden beneath crisp white surgical drapes, a small opening revealing only the area where the incision would be made. The antiseptic smell was strong, sharp in his nose, and the cold touch of the IV in his arm made him shiver. His hand clenched Jungkook’s tightly, seeking the grounding warmth of his alpha.
Jungkook stood beside him, fully dressed in dark scrubs, mask secured over his face. Every muscle was taut, his posture rigid with alertness. His eyes swept over the sterile instruments and the draped figure of Jimin. Stay calm. Protect them both. Nothing will touch them. His hand found Jimin’s beneath the blanket, thumb brushing over his knuckles in a slow, steady rhythm.
“I…I can feel him moving,” Jimin whispered, voice trembling, eyes flicking toward Jungkook.
“I can see him rolling around in there. He's excited to meet us.” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple, voice low and firm. “He’ll be here soon. I’ve got both of you. Just breathe for me, baby.”
Jin moved efficiently, adjusting the surgical drapes and prepping the sterile field. Namjoon scrubbed in beside him, calm and methodical. “We’ll start the anesthesia now,” Jin said softly. “You’ll feel pressure and tugging, but no sharp pain. Focus on your breathing, Jimin. You’re strong.”
Jimin’s fingers tightened around Jungkook’s. I can do this. I have to. He nodded, trying to focus on the steady presence of his alpha beside him, the warmth and certainty that radiated from Jungkook even in this cold, clinical environment.
The spinal anesthesia was administered, numbing Jimin from the waist down. Jin made the horizontal incision, the drapes keeping the sterile field intact, revealing only the small area needed for the surgery. Jimin felt the tugging and pressure but no pain. Every movement, every subtle tug of tissue beneath the drape made his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths.
Jungkook leaned close, whispering into his ear. “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you. Every second.” His hand brushed along Jimin’s arm, grounding him, holding him in place without ever breaking sterility. Focus. Protect them. Nothing can happen.
And then the high-pitched, clear cry of their son filled the room. Jungkook’s chest tightened, a wave of relief and awe washing over him. He pressed his forehead to the drape near Jimin’s face, brushing a strand of damp hair from his mate’s temple. “He’s here, baby…our pup,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Both of you…safe.”
Namjoon and Jin worked efficiently, swaddling the baby in soft blankets and ensuring the sterile field remained intact. Carefully, Namjoon handed the tiny bundle to Jimin, positioning him on Jimin’s chest above the drape. The warmth, the weight, the small, delicate movements of the baby were overwhelming. He’s ours. He’s real. He’s finally here.
Jungkook bent over the drapes, one hand resting protectively on Jimin’s arm, the other brushing over the baby’s tiny head. Every nerve in his body was alert, every instinct focused on shielding the two most important beings in his life.
“He’s perfect,” Jimin whispered, eyes glistening.
Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead, lips grazing lightly in a tender, possessive gesture. “Yes…he is. So are you, baby. So are you.”
Jin completed the suturing beneath the drapes with quiet precision, while Namjoon monitored the vitals. Jungkook never moved away, whispering soft reassurances, stroking Jimin’s hair and back, feeling the rhythm of both his mate and their son.
For the first time that day, the sterile hum of the clinic faded into the background. Only the three of them existed: Jimin, their son, and Jungkook...bonded, protective, and utterly theirs.
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Jimin stirred weakly, the haze of anesthesia still lingering in his veins, but the sound of soft coos pulled him back to himself. His lashes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was Jungkook...sitting at his side, shirtless, their tiny son curled against his bare chest with a blanket draped over him. The sight hit him like a tidal wave: Jungkook’s massive hands cradling something so impossibly small, his shoulders curled protectively as if he could shield the pup from the whole world.
“Jungkook…” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
At once, Jungkook leaned toward him, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and worry. “You’re awake,” he breathed, as if it was a miracle. “Do you want to hold him?”
Jimin’s lips parted in a shaky gasp, tears instantly welling. His arms trembled as he lifted them, and Jungkook moved carefully, reverently, placing their son into his embrace.
The moment the pup was against his chest, Jimin let out a sob. He was so tiny and chunky. Wrapped in a hospital blanket with only a tuft of dark hair peeking out, his little nose scrunched as he rooted instinctively against Jimin’s collarbone. Jimin’s whole world narrowed to that weight in his arms, that warmth pressed against his skin.
“Hi, pup,” Jimin whispered, his voice breaking as tears streamed freely down his cheeks. “Hi, my sweet boy…”
For a long moment he simply stared, overwhelmed, drowning in awe. Then something in his chest cracked further. He choked on a sob, his eyes darting up to Jungkook, who hovered close, every muscle in his body taut with emotion.
“Kook,” Jimin whispered, his voice raw. His finger brushed over the pup’s cupid’s bow lips, then along the bridge of his nose. “Look at him… he has your nose…your mouth. Even your lashes.” His watery laugh was full of wonder. “Oh my God, he looks just like you.”
Jungkook’s world stopped. His lips parted, but no sound came out. His son. His blood. His reflection, alive and breathing in Jimin’s arms. The sight hollowed him out and filled him all at once. His throat ached with the need to cry, his chest burned with pride and something bigger than pride...something primal.
Jimin leaned down again, inhaling deeply, taking in his pup’s scent. He gave a wet, breathless laugh. “He even smells like your dark spices…and his own scent...cedarwood. He's an alpha.” His words cracked into a sob.
Beside him, Jungkook sat close, his arm draped along the back of the bed, watching them both. His gaze lingered on Jimin almost as much as on their son. The sight of Jimin like this...glowing with exhaustion and joy, holding their child...was more beautiful than anything he had ever known.
For a long moment, Jungkook simply soaked it in: his omega safe, their pup thriving, the quiet hush of a new day wrapping around them like a blessing. Then, softly, he leaned closer, his voice carrying awe and anticipation.
“What should we name him, love?” he asked, his eyes flicking between Jimin’s shining face and the baby cradled in his arms.
Jimin’s lips curved in the faintest smile, his voice quiet but certain. “Jaehyun,” he whispered, tasting the name with reverence as he looked down at their pup. “Our Jaehyun.”
The word settled over the room, warm and certain, as if it had been waiting all along.
Jungkook’s chest swelled, the name etching itself into his heart the same way the pup’s tiny scent had. He leaned forward, brushing his lips over Jimin’s temple, then bent further to press a reverent kiss to the soft downy crown of their son’s head.
“Jaehyun,” he murmured again, this time low and possessive, letting the name roll over his tongue like a vow. “Mine. Our son. No one will ever touch you, little one. You’re ours.”
Jimin’s eyes softened, and he brushed a finger over the baby’s lips, marveling at how much Jaehyun already resembled Jungkook...the shape of his nose, the curve of his mouth, the dark lashes that mirrored their alpha’s. “He really does look like you,” Jimin whispered, his voice full of awe.
Jungkook’s hand went to cradle the back of the pup’s head, his thumb brushing gently against the cheek. “Every bit of him,” he said, voice thick, protective. He pressed a kiss along the top of the baby’s forehead, then down the soft curve of his nose. “All mine. All ours.”
The pup squirmed, nuzzling lower, his mouth opening and closing in little searching movements. His nose pressed against Jimin’s skin, his tiny fists pawing clumsily at the blanket.
Jungkook noticed it first, his hand brushing gently at Jimin’s elbow. “He’s hungry,” he murmured, his voice reverent.
Jimin’s heart pounded, nervous and overwhelmed. He’d never done this before...what if he couldn’t? What if his body failed, the same way it had struggled during the delivery? But Jungkook’s steady presence grounded him. With his alpha’s strong arm helping him sit up a little higher against the pillows, Jimin tugged the loose hospital gown aside with trembling hands.
The air was cool against his bare skin, but warmth bloomed the instant he guided his son close. For a moment the pup fumbled, rubbing his cheek against Jimin’s breasts, searching. Then, with sudden surety, he latched.
A sharp sting made Jimin gasp...but then a flood of heat and tingling spread through him, a pull so deep it made his whole body ache with tenderness. His lips trembled.
“Oh,” Jimin whispered, his hand cupping the back of the pup’s tiny head. “He’s drinking…alpha, he’s really...he’s really drinking.”
Jungkook had never seen anything so sacred. His breath caught in his throat as he watched his mate cradle their son, his omega’s chest rising and falling unevenly with emotion. Jimin’s lashes clung together with tears, his soft mouth parted in awe as he looked down at the tiny life tethered to him so naturally.
“You’re perfect,” Jungkook whispered, though he wasn’t sure if he was speaking to Jimin, to their son, or to both.
The pup suckled with soft, eager pulls, his little jaw working rhythmically, tiny gulps audible in the stillness of the room. Each sound carved itself into Jimin’s heart. His hand stroked the back of his son’s head, feeling the impossibly fine hair there, the tiny warmth pressed against him.
He never thought he could feel so full, so needed. After years of emptiness, after so much fear and uncertainty, his body...his very existence...was sustaining his child. He broke down completely, sobs shaking him as milk let down fully and the pup drank with vigor.
Jungkook bent close, kissing the side of Jimin’s damp cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick. “You gave him life, Jimin. And now you’re giving him everything else too.”
When the pup’s movements slowed, his little lips going slack, Jungkook helped guide him off gently. A dribble of milk clung to his mouth, and Jimin let out a watery laugh, brushing it away with the edge of the blanket.
“He’s already a big eater,” Jimin whispered, his voice soft and teasing, though his eyes never left their son.
Jungkook’s heart swelled until he thought his chest might crack. One arm stayed wrapped around Jimin’s shoulders, the other steadying their son as Jimin tucked the pup against his bare chest to burp him. A tiny hiccup escaped, followed by a squeaky sigh, and then the newborn melted back into sleep...milk-drunk and utterly content.
Jimin’s hands trembled slightly as he lifted their son, cradling him close. Every tiny movement, every soft sigh from the pup, made his chest swell with love. He traced a finger over the baby’s cheek, marveling at the delicate curve of his nose, the softness of his lips.
After a few quiet moments, Jimin let out a soft breath and looked up at Jungkook, his eyes shimmering. “Here,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I think he wants his appa now.”
Gently, he handed the pup back to Jungkook, who accepted him immediately, cradling him skin-to-skin against his chest. Jungkook’s eyes softened as he brushed the baby’s tiny head, pressing a reverent kiss to the downy hair. “Mine,” he murmured, voice low and full of possessive devotion. “Always mine.”
Jimin leaned closer, resting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, watching their son settle against him. The warmth radiating from both of them, the quiet rhythm of their shared breathing, made the world outside the recovery room fade entirely.
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The soft click of the door made Jungkook tense instantly. Every muscle coiled, ears straining, eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. Whoever had entered would have to get past him to reach Jimin or their son, and he wasn’t about to allow it. His chest rumbled low, a guttural warning that reverberated through the quiet recovery room. He could feel the weight of responsibility settling over him like armor...he had to protect his family, no matter what.
“Who’s there?” he murmured, voice steady but edged with authority, body shifting slightly to place himself between Jimin and the doorway. Every instinct was sharp, every nerve alive.
A familiar voice cut through the tension. “Jungkook, it’s me...Jin. You can relax.”
The taut muscles along Jungkook’s back loosened almost instantly. Relief washed through him, though his eyes stayed protective, sweeping over the room as if expecting some trick. He allowed himself one slow, steadying breath.
Jimin, propped up in the bed, lifted a tired but warm smile. “Jin,” he greeted, voice soft but full of recognition. “Good to see you.” Even in his exhaustion, the glow in Jimin’s eyes made Jungkook’s chest tighten with love.
Jin returned the smile, kneeling slightly to be closer to the tiny bundle in Jungkook’s arms. “Good job, Appa,” he said warmly, eyes scanning Jungkook with approval. “Your instincts are sharp. Your protection is exactly what he needs.”
Jungkook rumbled in pride, brushing a hand along Jaehyun’s soft hair and pressing a reverent kiss to the top of his tiny head. The weight of responsibility and pride settled in his chest like a living thing. He felt the pulse of their son, fragile and new, against his chest, and it anchored him. The world outside the room...everything else...seemed to fade.
Jin leaned closer, examining Jaehyun with gentle care. “He’s healthy,” he confirmed to them both, his tone warm and assured. “As you can tell by his scent, his subgender is alpha. He's eight and a half pounds, twenty-three inches long.” A chuckle slipped through him, light but full of admiration. “No wonder Jimin had to have a C-section. This pup is going to be big…just like his Appa.”
Jungkook’s chest swelled again with pride. He pressed another gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead, brushing a protective hand along his back. The weight of being both father and protector settled comfortably on him...he’d never felt more alive or grounded.
Jin laughed softly, glancing between Jimin and Jungkook. “Wait until you see him stretch his long legs out. I don’t know how Jimin carried a pup that big in his little body.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened as he looked at Jimin, still glowing with exhaustion and awe. There was something sacred in the way his omega’s eyes held wonder and vulnerability, something that made Jungkook want to shield him from every possible harm.
Jin straightened, adopting a more serious but gentle tone. “Jungkook, you can take Jimin back to your room tomorrow, but there are some strict guidelines you both must follow.”
Jimin nodded, catching every word, his eyes flicking to Jungkook for reassurance. “I understand,” he whispered softly.
“First,” Jin continued, turning to Jimin, “no lifting anything heavier than Jaehyun, no tugging. I used dissolvable stitches that will dissolve on their own. Keep the incision dry. For showers I can give you a box of waterproof bandages to cover the incision. No sex for three weeks. Walk as much as you can, but rest whenever you feel tired. For the most part, your wolf healing will kick in. You should be good as new in a week or so...and...”
“We need to get you up and walking today,” Jin added, his gaze steady on Jimin.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened instantly. “He just had major surgery. He’s not getting up today.” His voice was low, rough with the edge of raw protectiveness, and he instinctively inched closer to Jimin, placing a hand lightly on his hip.
Jin’s expression remained calm but firm. “He has to. Walking prevents blood clots. We’ll walk him around the clinic and back...just to get the blood pumping.”
The tension in Jungkook’s chest didn’t ease immediately, but he knew Jin was right. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at Jimin’s exhausted but trusting gaze. “I’ll help him walk,” he said finally, voice low and rough with emotion.
“Okay,” Jin replied, “but we need to help him up on the side of the bed.”
Jungkook carefully placed Jaehyun in the bassinet, handling him like fragile porcelain. His gaze lingered for a moment, drinking in the sight of their son’s soft, perfect features, before he turned back to Jimin. His eyes darkened with concern and love. “Are you ready, baby?”
Jimin swallowed hard, hand brushing instinctively over his tender abdomen. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he whispered.
Jungkook slid one hand behind Jimin’s shoulders and the other around his thighs, easing him gently onto the side of the bed. Pain shot through Jimin, making him cry out softly.
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with worry, his own chest tightening at the sound of Jimin’s discomfort.
“No…I’m just extremely sore,” Jimin admitted, wincing, eyes closing for a brief moment as he tried to steady his breath.
Jin’s calm, steady voice cut through the tension. “It’s normal, Jungkook.”
Jungkook positioned himself in front of Jimin, hands on his waist, slowly guiding him upright. Every muscle in his body tensed with the desire to shield his omega from even the smallest discomfort. Jimin panted and whimpered, and Jungkook’s heart twisted at the sound. He cast a sharp glance at Jin, voice low and edged with frustration. “Is this really necessary right now?”
“Yes,” Jin said firmly, though warmth lingered in his gaze.
Jimin gripped the IV pole for support, lips parted slightly. “I’m ready,” he murmured.
“Lean on me, baby. I’ve got you,” Jungkook reassured him, pressing close enough to feel Jimin’s slight trembling against him.
Step by careful step, they moved around the clinic. Jungkook’s eyes never left Jimin, scanning for any hint of faltering. Every micro-adjustment, every tilt of his body, every subtle shift of Jimin’s weight was met with immediate, instinctive support. His chest ached with the need to protect, to ease every bit of pain, to hold his omega and their son safe from the world.
Jimin glanced up at him once, voice soft and tremulous. “Thank you…for helping me.”
Jungkook’s rumble was deep, thick with emotion. “Always, baby. Always.”
By the time they returned to the bed, a quiet rhythm of trust, resilience, and careful protection had settled over them. Once Jungkook helped Jimin settle back onto the pillows, he adjusted the blanket around him, careful not to tug or strain the stitches. Jimin let out a soft sigh of relief, leaning back into the pillows, muscles finally relaxing.
“Can I…hold him again?” Jimin asked quietly, eyes already flicking to the bassinet where Jaehyun lay curled up, tiny fingers twitching in sleep.
“Of course, baby,” Jungkook murmured, brushing a hand along Jimin’s arm. “I’ll be right here.”
Jungkook walked over to the bassinet and reached in with big hands and gathered the little bundle up. He walked back over to the bed, Jimin’s hands shook slightly as he reached out, and Jungkook helped guide Jaehyun back into his mates arms. The pup stirred softly, letting out a tiny whimper, and Jimin’s chest swelled with awe and tenderness. He pressed Jaehyun to his chest, marveling at how small and perfect he was, tracing a finger along the curve of his cheek.
“Look at you…my tiny wolf,” Jimin whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’re so perfect.” He glanced up at Jungkook, eyes shining. “I can't wait to take him to our nest.”
Jungkook leaned closer, pressing a warm kiss to Jimin’s temple, then trailed his lips to the top of Jaehyun’s soft head. “One day soon,” he whispered, “we’ll all be in our nest together… and nothing in the world will touch us there.”
Jimin smiled softly, pressing his cheek to Jaehyun’s, and Jungkook’s gaze lingered on them both, filled with quiet awe. Slowly, the room seemed to fade around them, leaving only the warmth of family, the gentle protection of love, and the peaceful presence of their tiny wolf.
Chapter 20
Summary:
Jungkook and Jimin bring Jaehyun back to their nest. There they spend their first night with their pup.
Jungkook puts out a hit on Alexei.
Notes:
Most of this chapter is pure domestic bliss and Jungkook being the best alpha and appa in the world.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The evening light spilled through the tall windows, soft and golden, when Jungkook finally helped Jimin across the threshold of their bedroom. His arm was firm around his omega’s waist, steady and unyielding, while his other hand gripped the carrier that cradled their newborn son.
Every step was careful, measured. The distance wasn’t far, but Jungkook treated it as if they were crossing miles of dangerous ground. His omega’s body was still fragile, tender from surgery, and Jungkook held him as though he were spun from glass. Jimin leaned into him, drawing strength from the steady thrum of his alpha’s heartbeat against his side.
The moment they crossed into their room, the air shifted. The familiar scent of their nest enveloped them...thick with the comforting blend of alpha musk and sweet omega warmth, woven into every pillow, every blanket. It was untouched since they’d left for the clinic, exactly as they’d left it: layered, lived-in, saturated with them.
Jimin’s breath hitched. His hand fisted in Jungkook’s shirt, eyes glassing with tears. “Kook…” he whispered, his voice breaking. “It still smells like us. You kept it safe.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, his chest tightening with the weight of his omega’s words. He bent his head, brushing his lips reverently against Jimin’s temple. “Of course,” he murmured. His voice was low, unwavering. “No one touches our nest. No one. It’s only for you, me and now Jaehyun. Only for us.”
He guided Jimin slowly to the nest, helping him sink into the layered bedding with infinite care. Jungkook fussed, arranging pillows behind his back, tucking blankets just right, mindful of the tenderness of his belly. His hands were gentle but meticulous, making sure his omega was cocooned in comfort before he allowed himself to exhale.
Jimin melted into the familiar embrace of their nest, the tension in his body loosening with every heartbeat. The space wrapped around him like a memory and a promise, warm and safe.
Only once Jimin was settled did Jungkook crouch by the carrier, lifting their son into his arms. The pup squirmed, nose twitching, and let out a thin whimper that pierced straight into Jungkook’s heart. At once, a deep rumble rose from the alpha’s chest, steady and grounding, vibrating through the room. The pup stilled, soothed instinctively by the sound.
“Shh, little wolf,” Jungkook whispered, cradling the tiny body against his broad chest. “Appa’s here. Eomma’s waiting.”
Jimin’s arms trembled as he reached out, need radiating from every fiber of him. Jungkook knelt at the nest’s edge, passing their pup into his omega’s waiting hold with a reverence usually reserved for sacred things.
The moment the baby touched his chest, Jimin broke. The small, fragile weight pressed against him, warm and alive, and his tears fell unchecked. The pup wriggled once, then relaxed completely, nuzzling into Jimin’s scent. A shaky breath left the omega as he bent down, kissing the fine down on his son’s head.
“Welcome home, baby,” Jimin whispered, voice trembling with love. “Our nest is whole now.”
Jungkook eased down beside them, his large frame curving protectively around his mate and child. His arm slid firmly around Jimin’s waist, grounding him, while his other hand covered almost the entirety of the pup’s tiny back. His forehead pressed against Jimin’s temple, and when he spoke, his voice was rough, unpolished, but full of unshakable devotion.
“This is it,” Jungkook murmured. “This is everything. You. Him. Us. No one will ever touch this space. It belongs only to us.”
The pup gave a small sigh, the sound so soft it was almost lost in the rumble of Jungkook’s purr. Jimin’s lips curved into a tired but luminous smile, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned deeper into his alpha’s warmth.
“Home,” he breathed, the word trembling with prayer and promise.
Jungkook’s answering growl-purr filled the space, low and constant, wrapping around his family like a shield as they lay back against the soft pillows.
After a while, the pup stirred, a soft sound breaking the hushed stillness of the room. His tiny arms lifted above his head, fists curling tight, and his little legs kicked out beneath the blanket. The stretch was clumsy but determined, his whole body trembling with the effort. His lips parted in a squeaky whine, as though the simple act of uncurling from the safety of his nest of warmth was a mighty battle.
Jimin let out a wet laugh through his tears, watching the movement in awe. “Oh my God… look at him,” he whispered, his voice trembling but full of delight. “So strong already.”
Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride, a smile tugging at his lips as he reached to steady the baby’s flailing foot with a fingertip. Even in something so small, so simple, he saw strength...his son’s determination written into the line of those tiny stretched-out legs.
“He’s big like his Appa,” Jungkook said softly, almost smug, though the words came out hoarse with emotion. His pride wasn’t vanity...it was fierce, primal, protective. A claim.
The pup let out another squeak before relaxing, his limbs going boneless as he burrowed closer against Jimin’s chest. The little display had drained him, leaving him in that newborn haze between sleep and wakefulness.
Jimin’s heart clenched, overcome by the simple miracle of it. He bent to kiss his son’s tiny knuckles, then pressed another kiss to Jungkook’s jaw where it rested against his temple. “He’s perfect,” Jimin breathed. “Every part of him.”
Jungkook rumbled deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through them both, a resonance that the pup responded to with a soft sigh. He nuzzled Jimin’s hair, inhaling the delicate, grounding mix of his omega’s scent and their pup’s new, milky smell. For a moment, he just let it fill him...until the edges of memory flickered unbidden.
There had been no one to rumble like this for him when he was small. No warm arms, no safe scent-soaked nest. His parents had been wealthy, their home sprawling and cold, filled with polished marble and endless rooms. But there had been no warmth in it, no softness. No one to gather him close when he cried. No kisses pressed to his hair, no arms rocking him through nightmares. Just nannies who came and went, and parents who believed that affection made an alpha weak.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened at the memory, his fists clenching reflexively against the blanket. The ache of that loveless childhood lingered in him still, but as he looked down at the tiny bundle in Jimin’s arms, instincts coiled around his son like steel.
Never.
Never would his pup know that kind of loneliness. Never would he reach for warmth and find nothing. Never would he cry out and go unheard. Jungkook swore it in silence, swore it with every thundering beat of his heart, swore it in the way he drew Jimin and their son tighter against his chest as though his body could shield them from the world.
“He’s ours,” Jungkook said fiercely, reverently, his voice almost breaking. “Our little wolf. Safe.”
Jimin turned his face into Jungkook’s throat, his tears dampening the alpha’s skin, but his smile was radiant. “Safe,” he whispered back.
The pup gave a tiny sigh, as if echoing the promise, and the nest fell quiet again...wrapped in warmth, thick with their mingled scent, and bound by a love that nothing could touch
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The room was quiet, bathed in the soft amber glow of the nightlight, but the fragile silence was broken by the high-pitched wail of their newborn. Jungkook’s eyes snapped open instantly. Every muscle tensed, every instinct flaring as he scanned the room. The whimpering came from the bassinet beside the nest, and Jimin stirred slightly in his sleep.
“What's all this racket, little wolf?” Jungkook murmured, his deep voice vibrating through the room like a protective shield. He swung his legs out of the blankets, moving with deliberate quiet, and reached for Jaehyun. The tiny body fit against his chest, and immediately, the baby’s cries softened into whimpers, soothed by the calming wave of Jungkook’s pheromones.
But the alpha caught the faint, telltale scent of a messy diaper. “Ah…so that’s it,” he muttered, already making moves to fix the situation. He carried the pup with careful precision into the nursery, where the changing table waited, fully stocked. Jaehyun let out a small, wet squeak as Jungkook unfastened the diaper, revealing a messy blowout. Jungkook’s lips twitched with exasperated amusement.
“What has Eomma been feeding you, huh, little wolf?” he asked softly, wrinkling his nose as he gently cleaned the baby...making sure to clean inside all of the cracks and crevices of his little fat rolls. Jaehyun cooed in reply, the small sounds tugging at Jungkook’s chest even as he scrubbed away the mess with meticulous care. Every touch was tender, deliberate, ensuring the baby was comfortable and safe.
Once clean, Jungkook slid a fresh diaper into place and dressed Jaehyun in a soft onesie patterned with little wolves and moons. He rubbed his hands with sanitizer, inhaling deeply, and then cradled the tiny bundle close.
Returning to the bedroom, Jungkook froze for a moment when he saw Jimin sitting up against the pillows, eyes heavy but shining. His gaze softened immediately, but the protective instinct still flared.
“Baby…you should have waited for me to help you,” he murmured, voice low and rough, walking over to Jimin’s side.
“I… I feel a little stronger now,” Jimin whispered, brushing a hand over the blanket and meeting Jungkook’s eyes. The alpha’s tension eased slightly.
“Alright,” Jungkook said, offering the pup carefully into Jimin’s waiting arms. Jaehyun stirred, small fingers twitching, but quieted as he felt the warmth of his eomma’s chest. Jimin lowered the front snap of his gown and guided Jaehyun to his breast. The tiny mouth found its mark instinctively, and the soft, rhythmic suckling filled the room, blending with the occasional sigh and contented coo.
Jungkook settled beside them, one arm curving protectively around Jimin’s shoulders, the other hand resting lightly on the baby’s back. He pressed his forehead to Jimin’s temple, feeling the steady warmth of his mate and pup against him. His chest ached with a mixture of pride, love, and the raw, unshakable instinct to protect.
The tiny bundle stretched against Jimin, little arms waving, legs kicking softly. Jungkook’s eyes softened at the sight, and he whispered, “Look at you… my little wolf.” He let the rumble in his chest vibrate quietly, a constant reassurance for both Jimin and their son.
Jimin’s chest rose and fell with each careful suckle, eyes closed, lips pressed to the soft downy crown of Jaehyun’s head. “Home,” he breathed, a word so full of promise and prayer it seemed to anchor the room itself.
Jungkook’s purr of contentment deepened as he watched, the three of them cocooned in their own scents, their own warmth. Safe. Complete. Whole. The night stretched softly around them, filled with quiet breathing, tiny coos, and the slow, tethering rhythm of a new family finally together.
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The first light of morning spilled softly through the curtains, warm and golden, casting a gentle glow over their nest. Jimin stirred first, eyelids fluttering open to see Jungkook leaning over him, his eyes dark and tender, full of awe and quiet protectiveness. His presence made Jimin’s chest tighten with a mix of love and vulnerability. Jungkook’s lips met his in a slow, lingering kiss, careful and deliberate, and Jimin melted into it, savoring the closeness and the grounding warmth of his alpha.
For a few precious moments, they simply existed together...skin to skin, breath mingling, hearts falling into an easy rhythm. Outside the room, the world went on, but here, there was only them, the soft sheets cradling their bodies and the unspoken promise that they would face everything together.
Jimin let out a soft sigh, nudging closer, rubbing at the tender spot along his abdomen. “I hope Jaehyun stays asleep for at least another hour,” he murmured, voice heavy with both fatigue and longing. “I’d love a hot shower.”
Jungkook brushed a strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead, eyes soft as he smiled. “I’ll help you, baby. Don’t worry,” he said, his voice low and reassuring.
“What about work today?” Jimin asked, concern flickering in his tired eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to...?”
“No,” Jungkook interrupted gently, placing a hand over Jimin’s, his thumb brushing reassuringly across his skin. “I’m taking the week off. You and Jaehyun are my number one priority always.”
He swung his long legs out of bed, the sheets falling away as he stood, and walked across the room where he left the bag of supplies that Jin has sent with them. He reached down inside and pulled out a large waterproof bandage to protect Jimin's incision from the water.
Returning to the bed, he sat beside Jimin and carefully lifted the gown to expose the tender incision. He peeled the sticker off with precise movements, cleaned the area lightly, and pressed the bandage down smoothly. His fingers lingered momentarily along the curve of Jimin’s belly, tracing the line of the wound, an almost reverent pause as he acknowledged the pain his mate had endured.
“Thank you, baby… thank you so much for our beautiful pup,” Jungkook whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I’ll treasure him always.” He bent forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips, letting his gratitude and love settle there.
Jimin’s lips curved into a tired, tender smile against Jungkook’s, his fingers curling around the back of Jungkook’s neck. “We made him together,” he murmured softly, voice trembling just enough to betray the weight of emotion. “He’s ours… all of him.”
Rising, he asked gently, “Do you want me to carry you, or do you want to walk?”
“I’ll walk,” Jimin replied softly, swallowing around the ache in his throat. “Jin said I need to move as much as I can.”
Jungkook nodded, guiding him to the side of the bed with steady hands. Each movement was careful, precise, measured...nothing rushed. He'd cut off his own arm before ever hurting his mate.
Step by step, they made their way toward the shower. Jungkook’s hand stayed firm at Jimin’s back, supporting him, ensuring each footfall was secure.
Once in the bathroom he stood Jimin by the toilet so he could empty his bladder."Take your time, baby. I'll go check on little wolf and grab the baby monitor."
Jimin nodded, gripping the edge of the counter for support. Jungkook’s hands lingered for a moment on his shoulders, steadying him before he slipped out of the bathroom. The soft click of the door marked Jungkook’s brief departure, leaving Jimin to focus on the small, careful movements his body could manage without strain.
Jungkook checked on Jaehyun first. The tiny bundle slept peacefully in the bassinet, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Jungkook picked up the baby monitor, clipping it securely, and carried it with him to the bathroom.
Once back in the bathroom, Jimin had done his business and was standing by the sink already naked and waiting. Jungkook’s eyes softened as he took in the sight of Jimin, standing there pale and flushed from the effort, still tender but determined. He stepped closer, hands gentle on Jimin’s hips, guiding him toward the shower as he reached in and turned it on. “Alright, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead before leaning in to press a soft kiss there.
The warm hiss of water greeted them as Jungkook tested the temperature, adjusting until it was perfect. He stripped off his own clothes then gently guided Jimin under the stream, hands gentle but firm, and stepped in behind him...he felt the tension in his omega’s body slowly give way. Jimin tipped his head back, eyes closed, letting out a quiet, blissful moan as the warm water poured over him.
“It feels so good,” Jimin whispered.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple. He began washing Jimin from head to toe, slow, careful, deliberate. Every touch was full of devotion, ensuring nothing strained the incision or caused discomfort.
Once Jimin was clean, Jungkook stepped under the spray to wash himself. They rinsed together, the warm water washing away the tension, the ache of surgery, and the fatigue of their first sleepless night. When he turned off the water, Jungkook wrapped a towel around his waist and draped Jimin’s plush robe over his shoulders, hands lingering on the fabric, letting him feel secure, loved, protected.
He guided Jimin to the double vanity, brushing their teeth side by side. Jungkook shaved carefully, stealing glances at Jimin’s serene face as he attended to his skincare. Together, they moved in unspoken rhythm, small, intimate tasks reinforcing the closeness that filled the room.
Back in the bedroom, Jimin asked to sit up for a while. Jungkook helped him onto the soft couch, propping pillows behind his back. Then a tiny whimper from the bassinet reminded them of their son.
“I’ll get him for you,” Jungkook murmured. He moved over to the bassinet, bending down to press a tender kiss to the crown of Jaehyun’s soft head. Cradling their son with careful, sure hands, he lifted him gently and carried him to the nursery. A quick diaper change later, he returned to Jimin and carefully placed Jaehyun into his arms.
“Good morning, my little love,” Jimin whispered, his voice soft and trembling with awe as he held Jaehyun close. The warmth of the tiny body pressed against his chest, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat under Jimin’s hand, made his chest ache with a fierce, tender love. He marveled at the soft weight of Jaehyun’s fingers curling around his own, so small, so fragile, yet somehow already claiming him as their own.
Jaehyun’s lips found his breast instinctively, latching with a natural, delicate determination. The soft suckling, combined with the tiny, contented sighs escaping the pup, made Jimin’s eyes glisten with tears. He brushed a gentle hand over the downy hair at the nape of his son’s neck, tracing the curve of his tiny cheek, committing every detail to memory.
He let out a quiet, shaky breath, overwhelmed by the beauty of the moment, the perfection in his arms, and the undeniable sense that his heart had never known such fullness before. Every small movement...the twitch of a finger, the press of a tiny nose against his skin...felt sacred, a miracle he had waited a lifetime to hold.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” Jungkook whispered, crouched beside them, eyes soft and shining with pride. “Watching you feed him…it’s… it’s everything.”
Jimin smiled, voice soft. “He’s ours,” he whispered, brushing a hand along the baby’s back.
Jungkook got up and sat down beside them on the couch, wrapped an arm around Jimin, pulling him close so their bodies formed a protective circle around their son. He rested his chin atop Jimin’s shoulder, eyes soft and steady, and whispered, “We did this…all of this…together.” In that quiet, golden morning light, the three of them simply existed, perfectly and completely, as a family.
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Later that night the room was still, thick with the mingled warmth of Jimin and their newborn pup. Jungkook lay awake, unable to go back to sleep after Jaehyun's last diaper change and feeding. His muscles were coiled under the thin sheet, eyes tracing the ceiling as a storm of thoughts raged through his mind. Lorenzo’s betrayal, his greed, the very image of him scheming to steal and sell pups like currency...wanting to sell HIS pup to the highest bidder like he was fucking cattle at an auction. It set Jungkook’s blood on fire. Jungkook's pheromones released into the air...bitterness and anger swirled around the room.
Jaehyun stirred in the bassinet, letting out a small whimper that tugged at Jungkook’s heart. The pup smelled the tension, sensed the sharp edge of his Appa’s emotions, and Jungkook instinctively shifted closer to the bassinet. Without thinkink, Jungkook leaned forward and a low, steady hum of soothing pheromones spilled from him, wrapping around Jimin and the pup. The scent was warm, grounding, and protective; it pressed against their senses like a shield, steadying little Jaehyun’s heart and lulling Jimin back toward sleep.
He laid back down but Lorenzo’s face continued to linger in his mind, smug and cruel, and then it focused on Alexei...the last link to that filth-ridden network. Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his claws itched for the hunt. That son of a bitch had to pay.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, moving with silent precision. Jimin stirred slightly in his sleep, but the alpha’s pheromones reassured him, keeping his mate calm even as the heat of rage coiled tighter in his chest.
The clock glowed 3:00 a.m., casting a cold light across the floor. Jungkook’s bare feet met the wood silently, each step measured, deliberate. The night air through the balcony door kissed his skin, sharp and clean, sharpening every nerve.
Jungkook drew his phone from his pocket, the cool metal grounding him for a moment. His thumb hovered over the screen, then pressed firmly, dialing a number only he could call in such moments. The line rang once, twice...
The line clicked, and a familiar deep, sharp, eager voice answered instantly. “Yeah, boss…what do you need?”
Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed, the cold precision in his voice slicing through the quiet night. “Alexei. That filth has to die. Make it look accidental. No mistakes. Follow his routine. Learn it. When you get the chance…take him out. Quick, efficient. Report back to me.”
A low chuckle came through the line, almost reverent. “You got it, boss.”
The call ended with a soft beep. Jungkook let the phone fall to the railing, gazing over the city below, mind flicking back to the tiny life waiting for him inside. Jaehyun’s little form in the bassinet, Jimin curled beside him in their nest...it was the only thing that truly mattered. No one will ever touch them. No one.
He lingered a moment on the balcony, letting the cool air wash over him, thoughts sharpening and solidifying into resolve. Then he stepped back inside, locking the door behind him.
Bending down at the bassinet, he brushed a hand over Jaehyun’s downy head, inhaling the scent of new life. The whimper came again, soft and fragile, and Jungkook’s pheromones enveloped the pup once more, calming him instantly.
Satisfied, he crawled back into the nest beside his mate, sliding an arm around Jimin’s waist and pressing a possessive kiss to his temple. His eyes lingered on their sleeping pup.
Always protected. Always mine.
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Two weeks later
The streets were slick with recent rain, reflections of neon signs rippling across the asphalt as the man Jungkook had assigned to the job moved like a shadow. Every step was precise, every turn rehearsed. He had studied Alexei Petrov’s patterns, memorized his routines, and waited patiently for the perfect opening. Thursday nights were always the same: Alexei disappeared into the red-light district with his favorite male omega, leaving his sprawling estate unguarded, his entourage in tow.
The hitman slipped inside the mansion with the kind of practiced silence born of obsession. Floorboards groaned faintly beneath his weight, but the darkness swallowed the sound. He moved through the halls like a predator, mapping escape routes, noting cameras, locks, and blind spots.
At the base of the staircase leading down to the basement, a faint glow leaked from beneath a door. He approached, senses sharp. Fingers grazing the handle, he opened it slowly. The room smelled of dust and mildew, cramped and unnervingly quiet. A cardboard box on a high shelf drew his attention. Kneeling, he pulled it down and flipped through the contents.
Photographs. Little faces, newborns to ten-year-olds, eyes wide, innocent, frozen in time. Stacks of falsified birth certificates sat next to them, detailing stolen identities, stolen lives. The hitman’s lips curled in disgust. This wasn’t just greed...it was depravity. He closed the box carefully, forcing the bile down his throat. There would be time for judgment later. Right now, the mission demanded focus.
He returned to the kitchen, scanning the room one last time before kneeling at the gas stove. Fingers moved with deliberate precision, rigging the mechanism to explode at the perfect moment. Timing was everything. He stepped outside, sliding silently into the alley, just as Alexei’s sleek car glided up the driveway. The entourage poured from the vehicles, laughter echoing in the night, oblivious to the storm about to strike their master.
He crouched in the shadows, counting heartbeats.
Three. The guards were laughing, distracted, too drunk on Alexei’s money and arrogance to notice their fate creeping closer.
Two. A house door slammed, Alexei’s voice carrying through the night, harsh and cruel even in casual command.
One. The hitman's hand flexed on his thigh, steady, patient...then...
BOOM!
The explosion ripped through the house. Windows shattered in a cascade of glass, flames burst skyward, and a shockwave rattled the nearby trees. The scent of burning wood and chemicals filled the air, punctuated by the frantic barking of dogs and the distant wail of sirens.
The hitman waited until he was certain the chaos would cover his escape, then melted into the darkness and returned to his black SUV, parked a block away. He slid into the driver’s seat and dialed the familiar number.
“Speak,” the low, commanding voice growled.
“It’s done, boss. He didn't know what hit him.” The hitman replied, a dark chuckle escaping.
“Well done,” the voice said, crisp and satisfied. The line clicked dead.
The man leaned back in the seat, the roar of the flames still echoing faintly in the distance. With one hand, he reached up and tugged the black mask down from his face.
The fabric slipped away, and in the faint glow of the dashboard lights, his reflection sharpened. Taehyung leaned closer to the rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth curling into a slow, deliberate smile...calm, dangerous, lethal.
The job was complete.
Chapter 21
Summary:
Jungkook rises higher in power now that he's taken out three syndicate leaders.
Jaehyun is now a month old.
Notes:
This chapter features a lot of mafia politics so bear with me. At the end we get some domestic fluff and smut.
Let me know what y'all think.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
ASSERTING DOMINANCE
The council room was quiet, thick with the scent of cigar smoke and polished wood. Heavy curtains muffled the outside world, leaving the chamber bathed in a dim amber glow. Around the long obsidian table, the city’s most powerful syndicate leaders sat in tense silence, eyes darting toward the entrance. They knew the Nocturne Syndicate did not summon a council lightly.
Jungkook entered first, his presence alone enough to command attention. His shoulders were broad, posture perfect, every step deliberate. At his side, Yoongi moved like a shadow...silent, composed, dangerous in a way that demanded respect. The room instinctively fell still, and every head turned to gauge the alpha and his underboss.
Jungkook stopped at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping the room. He let the silence linger, the weight of his presence filling every corner. Yoongi remained slightly behind him, arms folded, eyes sharp and unreadable, ready to act at a moment’s notice.
“The city has shifted,” Jungkook began, voice low but sharp, slicing through the thick air. “As you may already know, two threats have been eliminated. Alistar and Lorenzo are dead. The Moonfang Syndicate and the Veleno Nero Syndicate no longer has its leaders.”
The words hung in the air. Some in the room stiffened, others masked their surprise with careful neutrality.
A veteran capo leaned forward, voice wary. “And the remaining players? Alexei? Any other Moonfang assets?”
Yoongi’s eyes flicked to Jungkook for confirmation before he spoke, calm and precise. “Alexei has been neutralized. All operations under his control have been dismantled. Any pups he exploited are now under our protection. The Moonfang remnants pose no further threat.”
A low murmur rippled around the table. Syndicate heads exchanged subtle glances, the implications settling like a storm. Jungkook’s gaze swept over them again, noting every twitch, every reaction, his presence magnetic and threatening all at once.
“I want clarity,” Jungkook continued, voice firmer now, resonant with authority. “Any syndicate that thinks it can exploit the chaos will fail before they even know they’ve been challenged. Yoongi and I will personally oversee all transitions. Cooperation ensures survival. Resistance ensures finality.”
The room went silent. The tension was palpable. Yoongi’s presence amplified it, a constant reminder that Jungkook’s words were backed by lethal precision.
A mid-level boss finally spoke, voice cautious. “Boss… the city’s balance is delicate. Some are already moving to fill the vacuum left by Moonfang.”
Jungkook’s expression darkened, eyes glinting like steel. “Let them try. Every move is anticipated. Every action countered. This council is a reminder...the Nocturne Syndicate is the law now. Not threats. Not rivals. Not the remnants of a failed syndicate. Only us.”
Yoongi’s voice cut through, calm and commanding. “The streets are secure. The city knows Nocturne Syndicate is untouchable. Let it be clear...loyalty is rewarded, betrayal is punished swiftly.”
Heads dropped, murmurs ceased. The weight of the alpha and his underboss pressed down on the room like a tangible force. The leaders could sense the subtle shift...Jungkook had a new kind of fire in his eyes. A mix of lethal authority and something else…a fierceness born from protecting more than just power.
Jungkook allowed a final sweep of the council, letting his presence linger. Then, with a sharp nod to Yoongi, he stood. “Meeting adjourned. Let the city remember...Nocturne Syndicate rules. Always.”
The moment the last council member exited, Jungkook let his shoulders drop slightly, though the tension in the room still clung to him like a second skin. Yoongi stayed close, watching the door, alert as ever, but his gaze softened as he turned to Jungkook.
“We’ve made the statement,” Yoongi said quietly. “They all know the cost of crossing you now.”
Jungkook nodded, still feeling the residual fire of the council’s energy coursing through him. “Yes. But a statement alone isn’t enough. We need to secure every alliance, every territory, every opportunity before anyone decides to test the cracks.”
Yoongi stepped closer, pulling a small tablet from his coat. “I’ve started compiling intel from Lorenzo’s and Alexei's networks. There are gaps, but we can fill them. Rival factions are nervous...they’re waiting to see who moves first.”
Jungkook leaned against the polished table, fingers tracing the edges as he considered the landscape. “Good. We move carefully, methodically. We consolidate. Any remnants of their schemes need to be eradicated quietly, without drawing attention to our strength unnecessarily.”
Yoongi tapped the tablet, bringing up maps, contacts, and schedules. “There’s one more variable,” he said, eyes sharp. “Alexei’s remaining connections. Some of them are still active overseas. If we don’t act, they could try to rebuild quietly.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “I’ll make a list. Every name. Every potential threat. Clean, efficient, like the others.” His voice was low, deadly calm. “No mistakes this time. No loose ends.”
Yoongi nodded, his own expression darkening. “Understood. I’ll coordinate the surveillance teams and have updates on anyone moving suspiciously within the week. The network will be secure before the end of the month.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly as it fell on the empty chair across from him. “And the pack?” he asked. “We need to reassure them...reinforce loyalty and confidence. They can’t feel the slightest tremor in leadership.”
Yoongi smirked faintly. “I’ve already drafted the message for the lieutenants. We’ll host a small gathering tonight...show strength, unity, and control. Let everyone see that the alpha and underboss are untouchable, and that the pack’s future is solid.”
Jungkook allowed a small, sharp nod. “Good. Make it subtle. Confidence, not arrogance. Fear and respect combined. That’s how we maintain balance.”
Yoongi stepped back slightly, giving Jungkook the space to breathe, the weight of decisions pressing on both of them. “Everything is in motion. The syndicate will be stronger than ever. And the pack…nothing can harm them now.”
Jungkook’s eyes drifted briefly to the darkened window, thinking of Jimin and Jaehyun sleeping peacefully in the safety of their nest. “Yes,” he murmured, voice almost to himself. “No one will touch my family. Not ever. Every move we make will protect them first.”
Yoongi inclined his head, silent support radiating from him, and together they began to map out the coming days...alliances to strengthen, territories to secure, enemies to monitor. Each decision was precise, calculated, a dance of shadows and influence that only the Nocturne Syndicate could perform.
The strategy session stretched long into the night, but by its end, the plans were clear, the networks fortified, and the message sent to anyone daring enough to think of challenging Jungkook: the alpha was untouchable, the syndicate unshakable, and his pack… inviolable.
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Later That Night - Pack Meeting
The main floor of the Nocturne Syndicate headquarters hummed with restrained energy. Leather chairs lined the long mahogany table, every seat occupied by men and women hardened by years in Jungkook’s service. The air carried the faint sting of cigar smoke, the musk of leather, and an undercurrent of Jungkook’s alpha pheromones...calm, controlled, but heavy enough to keep everyone’s instincts firmly in place.
Jungkook entered first, Yoongi close at his side. Conversations died instantly. Every capo and lieutenant straightened, eyes fixed on their alpha.
Namjoon, the head capo, sat nearest the center. His broad shoulders were squared, sharp gaze steady, a presence that radiated quiet confidence. To his right sat Choi Dong-wook, an older capo with silvering hair and eyes as cold as steel; he controlled the Syndicate’s shipping and weapons routes. Across from him lounged Yoon Min-jae, younger, sharp-jawed, and ambitious, his territory rooted in nightclubs, gambling dens, and the underworld’s vices.
Their lieutenants filled the chairs behind them: men and women who answered directly to each capo but ultimately bent knee to Jungkook.
“Sit,” Jungkook said, voice low but cutting through the room like a blade. Everyone obeyed without hesitation.
He stood at the head of the table, eyes sweeping over them. “Tonight isn’t just a meeting. It’s a demonstration. The syndicate has faced threats...internal and external. Some are gone. Some may still linger. That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we move forward, united, without hesitation.”
Yoongi stepped forward, calm and steady. “Surveillance has been tightened. Networks are locked down. Any attempt to rebuild from the ashes of Lorenzo or Alistar will be seen before it breathes life. And snuffed out.”
A ripple of murmurs ran along the lieutenants. Dong-wook raised a brow, arms folding over his chest. “And the ports?” His voice was gravelly, skeptical. “There are whispers of outsiders nosing around, testing boundaries. If they think the Nocturne Syndicate is fractured...”
Jungkook’s mouth curved into a thin smile, dangerous and sure. “Then let them test. They’ll find the ports locked in iron, and their corpses feeding the sea. Make no mistake...our strength isn’t diminished. It’s sharpened.”
Namjoon leaned forward slightly, steady voice carrying weight. “You’ve all seen what happens to betrayal. You’ve seen what happens to weakness. The alpha has made it clear: the pack comes first, the syndicate second. That order will not change.” His gaze cut across the lieutenants until they lowered their eyes in submission.
Min-jae shifted in his chair, smirking faintly, but his tone was careful. “And territories left vacant? Street crews without masters are already looking for a flag to follow. If we don’t move fast, someone else will.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, power rolling through the room like thunder. “Then move. Consolidate. Take everything that isn’t nailed down. Anyone who refuses to bend the knee burns with the rest. You have your orders.”
Silence followed, heavy and absolute. Then one by one, the lieutenants answered in unison, voices low and firm. “Yes, Alpha.”
The weight of unity...enforced by fear, respect, and loyalty...settled into the room.
Jungkook finally leaned his hands against the polished wood table, gaze sharp as a blade. “Remember this: we are untouchable because we are united. Fail, and you are gone. Understand?”
The chorus came louder this time. “Yes, Alpha.”
As the lieutenants and their capos filed out, murmuring among themselves, Namjoon remained, exchanging a hard look with Dong-wook and Min-jae. Whatever doubts had lingered were buried under the iron certainty Jungkook left behind.
Yoongi stepped closer, voice quiet enough for only Jungkook to hear. “They’re loyal...for now.”
“They’ll stay loyal,” Jungkook murmured, eyes still fixed on the doorway. “Or they won’t stay at all.”
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The hallways outside the council chamber were quieter now, though the silence was uneasy...thick with the weight of what had just unfolded. Small clusters of lieutenants lingered, voices kept low, wary of echoing against the concrete walls. The air smelled faintly of sweat and cigarette smoke, heavy with the tension of men who had seen power shift before their eyes.
Min-jae stood with his back to the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the corridor. “Did you see the way he carried himself in there?” he murmured, keeping his voice just above a whisper. “Jungkook didn’t just end Lorenzo and Alistar...he buried any thought of rebellion with them. ”
Beside him, Dong-wook rubbed the back of his neck, still unsettled. “It wasn’t just him,” he said quietly. “Yoongi too. The way they moved together… you could feel it. Like two blades pressed to your throat. No hesitation. No cracks.”
A pair of younger lieutenants passed, their steps quick, their hushed words bleeding into the silence. “He’s untouchable now,” one muttered. “The other syndicates won’t dare blink wrong.”
Min-jae let out a low hum of agreement. “That’s the thing. It wasn’t just power. It was control. Every word he spoke was measured, deliberate. That kind of certainty...” He shook his head. “It leaves no room for mistakes. Not from us. Not from anyone.”
Dong-wook’s jaw tightened, the memory of Jungkook’s cold stare flashing in his mind. “I’ve seen alphas lead before,” he said, “but this? He’s not leading just a syndicate anymore. He’s leading like it’s his pack. And crossing a wolf defending his pack…” He trailed off, grimacing. “That’s suicide.”
A silence stretched between them as other groups whispered nearby...some speculating about expansion, others warning against speaking too freely. The whole corridor thrummed with a careful kind of awe, as though everyone was testing the air before daring to breathe.
Finally, Min-jae exhaled slowly, his words quiet but firm. “He’s set the rules now. No mistakes. No mercy. Either we keep in step…or we vanish.”
Dong-wook nodded once, sharply. “Then we keep in step.”
The unspoken truth hung heavy between them, shared by every man in the hall: the Nocturne Syndicate was no longer just a criminal empire. Under Jungkook and Yoongi, it had become something untouchable...a fortress built on loyalty, precision, and the ruthless ferocity of an alpha protecting what was his.
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The room was wrapped in stillness, the kind of quiet that carried its own weight. Only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint rustle of the night breeze through the open windows dared to intrude. Jungkook paused in the doorway of their bedroom, the sight before him stealing his breath.
Jimin lay curled against Jaehyun, their pup’s tiny body molded to his chest, his soft whimpers a gentle reminder of life and fragility. The blankets were twisted just so around them, pillows cradling Jimin’s shoulders, the scent of their shared space...warm, intimate, their own...clinging to everything.
Jungkook’s chest tightened, a visceral ache of protectiveness coiling in his core. Every fiber of him screamed to shield them, to press them close, to make sure no harm ever touched his mate or his pup. Slowly, he crossed the room, each step deliberate, careful not to disturb the delicate rhythm of their sleep.
Leaning over the nest, he brushed his lips softly against Jimin’s temple, lingering just long enough to press a quiet promise into the touch. Jimin stirred, eyes half-lidded, gaze soft with drowsy recognition.
“You smell like cigar smoke,” Jimin murmured, voice thick with sleep, the words barely above a whisper. “Meetings tonight?”
Jungkook hummed, a low, resonant sound, the faintest curve tugging at his lips. “Yes,” he replied quietly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “I’ll take a shower...get rid of the smell. Don’t worry, baby.”
Jimin nuzzled closer, tiny fingers grazing over Jungkook’s chest, tracing a path that sent a shiver through him. “Hurry back,” he murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
Jungkook lowered himself slightly, resting his forehead against Jimin’s, breathing in the layered scents of the nest...Jimin, the faint warmth of Jaehyun, the soft hint of milky pup, honey and lemons...and Jungkook's dark spices from the blankets. “Always,” he whispered, his voice low and reverent.
His hands lingered briefly on Jimin’s shoulders, thumbs brushing along the gentle curves, memorizing the weight and warmth of him, before he gently lifted his gaze. The tiny rise and fall of Jaehyun’s chest reminded him again of the responsibility he bore...and of the unshakable love that anchored him.
Careful not to disturb the nest, he straightened, casting one final glance at the two of them. Every instinct thrummed beneath his skin, coiled tight with protection, reverence, and need. He turned toward the bathroom, moving silently, the soft click of the door closing behind him marking the boundary between the quiet intimacy of the bedroom and the small, private solitude of the shower.
Jungkook stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his shoulders, hissing softly as it hit the tile. Steam curled around him, softening the edges of the room, but even here, his mind stayed with Jimin and Jaehyun. The scent of his mate lingered in the house, mixed with the faint smell of his own meetings...the cigar smoke, the sweat of exertion, the tension of strategy and confrontation.
He reached for the soap, letting the water run over him as he scrubbed the remnants of the day away, but even the physical act of cleansing couldn’t erase the thoughts of his family from his mind. He imagined Jimin’s small, rounded body pressed against theirs, fingers curling around Jaehyun’s tiny hands, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in sleep.
Jungkook’s fingers brushed over his jaw as he washed, muscles coiled and tense, heart clenching with the need to protect. Every instinct screamed that nothing, no threat, no outsider, no mistake, would ever touch his mate or their son. He could still feel the ghost of the council, the weight of the syndicate meeting pressing at his chest, but it faded under the warmth of their scent in his memory.
He tilted his head back, letting the water pound against him, and for a moment closed his eyes. He imagined picking Jaehyun up, cradling the tiny bundle close to his chest, whispering soft, low hums to calm him in the middle of the night. He saw Jimin’s sleep-tinged smile, the small hand brushing against his own, and a rush of tenderness and possessiveness flooded him.
Jungkook reached for the shampoo, lathering his hair and letting the suds run over his shoulders, and he couldn’t help but smile faintly at the thought of how alert Jaehyun had been this past week, only a month old and he’d reached for him, recognized him, already so aware of his Appa’s presence. He was growing fast...faster than Jungkook was ready for...but he would always be there, always protecting both of them.
He rinsed off, letting the hot water run down, washing away the tension of the meetings, the threats, the political games, leaving only the raw, unshakable love and need to keep his family safe. The water slowed, and finally, he turned it off, letting the steam linger as he stepped out.
Jungkook wrapped a towel around his waist, hands lingering on the thick fabric as he inhaled deeply, picturing the nest just down the hall. He grabbed his robe, draping it over his shoulders, then stepped quietly back toward the bedroom. The house was still, Jaehyun breathing softly in his sleep, Jimin curled up beside him, small and vulnerable and perfect.
He paused at the threshold, letting his eyes roam over them, taking in the soft rise of Jimin’s chest, the tiny, delicate movements of their son. Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft, possessive smile, and he leaned down, brushing a long, lingering kiss across Jimin’s forehead, careful not to wake the sleeping pup.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked to Jaehyun, still nestled against Jimin, breathing soft and even in his sleep. Gently, he shifted closer, careful not to disturb Jimin, and brushed a finger against Jaehyun's chubby little cheek. The warmth of their bodies, the soft scent of his family...it all pulled at him, stirred every protective instinct.
Slowly, he leaned down and cradled their pup in his arms. Jaehyun stirred slightly, a small whimper escaping, but the low hum of Jungkook’s steady pheromones immediately soothed him. “Shh, little wolf,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the baby’s downy head. “Appa’s got you.”
He eased the tiny bundle from the nest, careful of the soft blankets and the way Jimin’s arm had been draped over him. Jaehyun’s fingers curled instinctively around Jungkook’s thumb, small and fragile, and Jungkook felt his heart squeeze. Carrying him felt like holding the most precious thing in the world...and in that moment, he would protect him with everything he was.
Moving quietly, Jungkook walked him over to the bassinet by the nest. Jaehyun squirmed just a bit but settled quickly as he caught Jungkook’s familiar scent. The alpha adjusted the blankets, tucking him gently so he was cozy, and murmured again, “Sleep safe, little wolf. Appa’s right here if you need me.”
Once he was secure, Jungkook’s gaze flicked back to Jimin, curled up in the nest, chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of sleep. A soft smile curved his lips as he eased back into the nest beside him, pressing their bodies together, arms wrapping around Jimin’s shoulders and waist. The scent of their shared space...Jimin, Jaehyun, the nest they had built together...was intoxicating, grounding, and safe.
Jimin stirred slightly, murmuring a sleepy, “Kook…”
“I’m here,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “Jaehyun’s sleeping safe in his bassinet. Nothing can touch him, nothing can touch you. Not ever.”
Jimin nuzzled into his chest, eyes half-lidded, comforted. Jungkook tightened his hold slightly, feeling the rise and fall of his mate’s body, letting the quiet, tender peace of the moment settle over them. Outside, the house was still; inside, in the nest, everything that mattered most was safe, warm, and protected.
Jungkook let himself linger there, holding Jimin, chest pressed against chest, breathing in the soft scent of sleep and security, a quiet guardian over his family until the morning would come.
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The sunlight was just starting to warm the bedroom when Jungkook stirred, his muscles tensing instinctively. Before opening his eyes fully, he listened...Jaehyun’s soft, even breaths reached him first. Quietly, he slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake Jimin, and moved over to the nest where his pup lay curled, small and perfect.
Jungkook brushed back Jaehyun’s hair, trailing a finger down the curve of his cheek, humming softly. “Morning, little one,” he whispered. His alpha instincts flared protectively, ensuring his pup was safe and comfortable before his attention returned to Jimin, sleeping so peacefully, vulnerable under the sheets.
Sliding back into the bed, Jungkook let his eyes roam over his omega’s body. Jaehyun was only a month old but Jimin’s form had healed and snapped back remarkably. His skin was smooth, soft, and glowing, the curves of his hips and thighs more pronounced in a way that made Jungkook’s chest tighten. His small breasts were still lush and full with milk for their pup. The swell of his stomach had flattened, but the gentle indent at his waist drew Jungkook’s fingers automatically, tracing, memorizing.
“You…you look incredible, baby” Jungkook murmured, voice husky. “Even more…perfect than before. My omega…all mine.”
Jimin stirred at the low praise, a soft whimper escaping him as he blinked up at Jungkook. “K-Kook…” His voice was sleepy, thick with desire and the warmth of being seen, truly seen.
Jungkook leaned down, pressing a soft kiss along Jimin’s jawline, then to the side of his neck, letting teeth graze lightly. “These curves…every inch of you…mine,” he whispered, thumbs tracing the swell of Jimin’s hips, rolling over the soft flesh of his ass. “Even your stomach…look at this, omega. You’re perfect. All mine.”
Jimin shivered, scent rising thick, his body arching instinctively into Jungkook’s hands. “I-I…you really…like it?” he murmured, voice trembling.
“Like it?” Jungkook growled softly, lips brushing the shell of Jimin’s ear. “I love it. I can’t get enough of you, Jimin. Every inch…all of you.” His hands roamed, kneading, rolling, exploring, teasing Jimin awake and pliant beneath him.
Jimin gasped, curling into Jungkook, hands clutching at his shoulders as his hips instinctively tilted. “K-Kook…please…” he breathed, already slick and needy, scent coating the air.
Jungkook’s grin was dark and possessive as he shifted, settling himself between Jimin’s legs. He leaned down close, letting the tip of himself press against the slick heat of his omega, teasing, letting Jimin adjust to the pressure. “You feel so good for me,” he murmured, low and rough, his breath hot against Jimin’s ear. “So tight…so ready.”
His fingers trailed along Jimin’s slick hole, one thick, long finger sliding slowly around him, teasing, exploring. A soft whine escaped Jimin’s lips as his hips lifted instinctively. Jungkook slipped the finger inside, curling it gently, coaxing him, warming him up, sliding it in and out with measured strokes, opening up Jimin’s walls.
“So wet…dripping for me,” Jungkook growled, adding a second finger, stretching him carefully, building delicious tension. He pumped them slowly, teasing every sensitive spot, then pulled them free. Bringing the two fingers to his mouth, he sucked and licked them clean, eyes rolling back at the taste of his omega’s slick.
Finally, with a low growl of need, he pressed himself fully against Jimin’s entrance, letting his length sink in completely, claiming him utterly.
Jimin whimpered, arching into him, scent thickening, as Jungkook’s hands moved to his thighs, spreading them wider, guiding them flat to the bed. “Gonna knot you,” Jungkook warned, voice rough with need. “You’re mine, Jimin. Completely.”
Jimin gasped, gripping the sheets, mewling as the alpha began a measured, deep rhythm, each thrust claiming him further. Jungkook’s hands stayed possessive on Jimin’s hips and ass, thumbs kneading, rolling, adjusting, eyes dark with lust and reverence as he traced the lines of Jimin’s post-pregnancy body.
“Feels…so good,” Jimin gasped, hips jerking with each slow, deep stroke. “K-Kook…please…”
“You’re mine,” Jungkook growled, leaning close, lips brushing Jimin’s shoulder, forehead pressed to the base of his neck. “Every curve, your scent…all of you. Mine. My perfect omega.”
Jimin shivered, whimpering into Jungkook’s chest, the alpha’s big cock filling him completely...the alpha's movements slow and possessive. "Alpha...want my knot...", Jimin moaned.
Jungkook sat up on his knees and growled low in response, gripping Jimin’s hips harder, driving forward slowly, savoring the tight, warm grip of his omega’s walls. Every push, every stretch, made Jimin moan and whimper, scent rising hotter, marking Jungkook in return. “That’s it…so good…so wet…mine,” he breathed, voice thick, brushing teeth over Jimin’s shoulder as he leaned over, lips trailing down his neck. “Gonna breed you again, my little omega…make you mine in every way.”
Jimin arched, body trembling under him, hips lifting to meet every thrust. “Yes…yes…only you…only me…please…” he whimpered, hands clutching at Jungkook’s back, pulling him closer, pressing skin to skin. The omega’s curves...hips, waist, thighs...fit perfectly beneath Jungkook’s hands, and the alpha’s fingers traced them possessively, memorizing every line, every soft swell that had returned and somehow deepened after pregnancy.
With a low growl, Jungkook rolled his hips, knot swelling bigger at the base, trying to catch Jimin's rim after each thrust, pressing him open, claiming him utterly. Jimin’s cries grew louder, mingling with Jungkook’s guttural groans as he drove in, possessive, claiming, never letting go.
“You’re taking me so well…my perfect omega,” Jungkook breathed, voice ragged, teeth grazing the mating bite on Jimin’s neck. “All mine…so wet…so ready…just for me.” He rolled his hips again, knot pulsing, thrusts deep and deliberate, filling Jimin in a way that left him gasping and shivering.
Jimin whimpered, scent heavy in the room, body trembling uncontrollably, completely lost to the sensation. “K-Kook…breed me…please…please fill me…make me yours…” The words tumbled out between gasps, needy, desperate, wholly vulnerable.
Jungkook’s grin was dark, feral, possessive. He sat back up on his knees and tightened his grip on Jimin’s hips, driving deep, knot swelling fully, lifting Jimin's hips up higher. “Yes…that’s it…mine,” he growled, voice thick with lust and possessive hunger. “Feel me…feel your alpha…you’re mine to breed…mine to fill…”
He slowed for a heartbeat, savoring the tight, warm grip of Jimin’s walls, then began a slow, punishing rhythm, knot dragging, stretching, and filling, every stroke a mark of possession. Jimin’s cries grew frantic, body quivering, scent marking the sheets, marking Jungkook, as the alpha leaned down, lips brushing over his shoulder, murmuring praises.
“Such a good omega…so tight…so wet…made for me…all mine…” Jungkook’s voice was a growl, low and demanding, as he drove them both higher, knot finally swelling to maximum size and catching Jimin's rim, locking them together...leading them toward a shared, shuddering climax that left Jimin trembling and utterly claimed.
When they finally collapsed together, slick, spent, and trembling, Jungkook rolled partially on his side, tugging Jimin close, knot still pulsing gently inside. One hand cradled Jimin’s head, the other resting possessively over his curves. “Mine,” he murmured, low and intimate, pressing forehead to omega’s. “Always…all of you…mine.”
Jimin melted into him, shivering, scent still heavy, completely consumed by the alpha who had claimed him so thoroughly, so utterly, in every way.
Jungkook pulled him in tighter, one hand stayed possessive over his hip and ass, thumbs brushing teasingly along the soft, warm flesh, while the other traced up to cup his cheek, tilting Jimin’s head up to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and intimate.
Jimin blinked up, flushed and breathless, eyes shimmering with trust and desire. Jungkook smiled, dark and possessive, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. “So beautiful…so soft…so yours. I could just…spend forever like this, admiring you, feeling you…never letting go.”
The alpha’s hands roamed again, lightly teasing over Jimin’s stomach, tracing down to his thighs, rolling over the swell of his hips, pressing possessively against him. “All this…all of you…mine,” he murmured again, low and intimate. “Even after carrying my pup…you’re still perfect…even more…luscious…my omega.”
Jimin whimpered softly, curling into him, scent rising thick and sweet. “Y-You…you love it…” he murmured, voice trembling.
“I do,” Jungkook breathed, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of his head. “Love every inch…love every curve…love you. All of you…mine forever.”
For long moments, they stayed like that...sweat-slick, tangled, and perfectly entwined. Jungkook’s hands never left, fingers brushing, kneading, memorizing, marking, while Jimin melted into him completely, scenting him, shivering against his chest, safe and utterly possessed.
And there, in the golden light of the morning, tangled, sweaty, and still knotted together, Jimin felt utterly owned, utterly adored, and completely, irrevocably Jungkook’s.
Chapter 22
Summary:
Jungkook starts receiving anonymous threats.
Jaehyun is now two years old.
Notes:
We have a small time jump in this chapter and it will be the only one we have.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
And my goodness... Jaehyun is the cutest little bean.
Enjoy!🩷
Chapter Text
TWO YEARS LATER
The sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jungkook’s office, casting warm light across the dark wood panels and polished black furniture. From this vantage, all that could be seen were rolling, misty mountains...the city a distant, meaningless hum compared to the serene power of the peaks surrounding the mansion.
Jungkook sat behind his massive desk, sharp suit tailored perfectly, posture relaxed yet commanding. Papers, folders, and digital tablets lay neatly arranged, but his attention wasn’t on the syndicate’s latest business reports. His mind drifted to the past two years...the battles, the negotiations, the careful dismantling of rival families. The Nocturne Syndicate wasn’t just surviving anymore; it was dominant. Every move, every alliance, every calculated threat had brought him here, to this quiet, powerful moment in his mountain mansion.
Then came the sound of delighted squeals...high-pitched, excited, and unmistakably his son’s.
Jaehyun, still a tiny toddler with curly dark hair and sparkling doe eyes, barreled across the plush carpet of Jungkook’s office, giggling uncontrollably as Jungkook's Doberman, Bam, chased after him. The little boy’s short legs pumped furiously as he tried to dodge the enthusiastic dog snapping playfully at his heels.
“Appa! Appa, save me!” Jaehyun squealed, wobbling slightly as he skidded toward Jungkook’s desk, Bam hot on his tail, barking in sheer excitement.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate. Years of honed reflexes, both as an alpha and as a mafia don, had him out of his chair in a flash. He swooped down just as Jaehyun tumbled forward, toddler arms flailing. With a single, practiced motion, Jungkook scooped him up into his arms, holding him securely against his chest.
“That’s my boy,” he murmured, voice deep but warm, pressing a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s temple. “Nothing’s going to get you while I’m around.”
Bam barked happily, circling Jungkook’s feet, tail wagging frantically. Jungkook crouched slightly, letting his thumb stroke the slick brown fur while Jaehyun squealed in delight, clutching at his father’s suit.
Jimin leaned in from the doorway, smiling softly at the scene. He was barefoot, and his yellow sundress was clinging to his curves...curves that were still soft and inviting, body radiating warmth and maternal strength. “Looks like someone’s having fun,” he said, voice teasing, watching his son wriggle in Jungkook’s arms and Bam bounce around like chaos incarnate.
Jungkook’s dark grin returned, fingers ruffling Jaehyun’s curls possessively. “Yeah…you’re both trouble,” he murmured, voice low and amused. Then he glanced at Jimin, letting his gaze linger, possessive and molten. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. My omega…my pup…my family.”
Jaehyun wriggled happily in Jungkook’s arms, tiny giggles filling the office, while Bam barked again, tail wagging like mad. Jungkook held him tighter, chuckling softly. Even with the chaos of their lives...syndicate politics, rivalries, and power plays...moments like this reminded him why he fought, why he claimed, why he protected with everything he had.
Jungkook crouched slightly, then with a soft laugh, gently tossed Jaehyun up into the air. The toddler squealed with delight, little arms flailing as Jungkook’s strong hands caught him effortlessly, pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “Again?” Jaehyun begged, eyes sparkling. Jungkook chuckled low and tossed him once more, watching the little boy squeal even louder, and this time Bam barked and jumped in excitement, tail wagging furiously as if cheering them on. Jungkook caught Jaehyun again, holding him close against his chest, dark eyes glinting with warmth and pure, possessive joy.
“Appa! Again! Again!” Jaehyun cried, reaching up to grab at Jungkook’s collar, cheeks flushed with pure joy
Jungkook gently bounced Jaehyun in his arms, little legs kicking with laughter, “No more, you'll get sick.” Jungkook murmured, dark eyes sparkling as he pressed a quick kiss to Jaehyun’s temple. The toddler squealed louder, wriggling happily.
Jimin watched his loves with a soft smile, eyes warm. “You spoil him too much, alpha,” he teased, his voice gentle as he watched Jungkook hold their son.
“Spoiled?” Jungkook’s grin deepened. “No...protected. Loved. Totally mine.” He pressed another kiss, this time to the crown of Jaehyun’s dark head, making the toddler giggle and try to wriggle free. Jungkook laughed low, possessively holding him tighter, before lowering a soft, lingering kiss to Jaehyun’s cheek.
Jimin stepped fully into the office, and walked up to the pair, brushing a hand over Jungkook’s arm. “You two are impossible,” he murmured, voice teasing but full of affection.
“I know,” Jungkook replied, dark gaze sliding to Jimin, molten and protective. He pressed a possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple, then traced down to press his lips softly against the curve of Jimin’s jaw. “And you’re mine, always,” he murmured, thumb brushing along Jimin’s hip possessively.
Jimin shivered, leaning into him, letting the alpha’s touch ground him. “Yours,” he whispered, voice low.
Jungkook chuckled softly, nuzzling Jimin’s neck before pressing one more quick kiss to his lips. Then, with a soft growl of amusement, he glanced down at Jaehyun, who was wriggling in his arms, trying to reach Bam. “All right, troublemaker,” he said, dark grin curling, “let’s see if you can catch him.”
He carefully set Jaehyun on the soft rug of the office floor. The toddler scrambled after Bam, laughter ringing through the room. Jungkook and Jimin watched, leaning close, hands brushing occasionally, and Jungkook pressed a few more quick, possessive kisses to Jimin’s temple and lips as he watched their son play.
“You’re so possessive,” Jimin murmured, shaking his head but smiling warmly.
“You love it,” Jungkook replied, dark grin tugging at his lips. “Every second of it.” He pressed another lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips, soft but possessive, then leaned back slightly to watch Jaehyun chase Bam again, laughter echoing through the office.
“He really looks like a little you running around,” Jimin said softly, a fond smile on his lips as he watched their toddler’s curls bounce with every movement.
Jungkook rumbled low in his chest, pride thick in his voice. “Mmm…that is true,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin's temple. Then his dark gaze softened as it flicked back over to Jaehyun. “…but his Eomma made him beautiful.”
Jaehyun giggled again, clapping his tiny hands, while Bam barked excitedly and rolled over on his back, tail wagging like mad. Jungkook held his mate a little tighter, chest swelling, as Jimin’s warm hand brushed over his arm.
They watched Jaehyun play for a while longer, the Bam bouncing at his heels, until the little boy’s giggles slowed and his tiny legs wobbled. He toddled over to Jimin, eyes wide and pleading.
“Eomma...up, pwease!” he demanded, arms reaching up.
Jimin grunted, bending down to scoop him into his arms. For a toddler, Jaehyun was taller and heavier than average...Jungkook’s genetics shining through...and Jimin felt the familiar strain in his arms. “Whew…my little guy’s getting big,” he murmured, adjusting him on his hip, letting Jaehyun snuggle against his chest.
Jungkook’s deep, amused rumble filled the room behind him. “Baby…let me carry him. He’s getting too big for you to lug around like that.”
Jimin shook his head firmly, lips tilting into a soft smile. “Nonsense. He’s my pup.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin and inhaling that sweet toddler scent. Jaehyun giggled, snuggling closer into Jimin’s neck.
The toddler leaned back slightly, rubbing his soft little belly with one chubby hand with his little lips pooched out. “Eomma...I hungwy,” he said in that adorably garbled toddler speech, voice earnest and impatient.
Jimin chuckled, brushing a curl from his forehead. “It’s time for dinner, sweetie. Let’s go on down to the dining room, okay?”
Jaehyun’s big eyes shifted toward Jungkook. “Appa…come too?”
Jungkook’s grin was dark and possessive, softening as he knelt slightly to their son’s level. “Of course I am,” he murmured, fingers brushing along Jaehyun’s little shoulders. Then, with a low, playful growl, he nuzzled into the toddler’s chubby neck. Jaehyun squealed with delight, wiggling and giggling from the ticklish sensation. “I wouldn’t miss eating dinner with my pup,” Jungkook said, voice warm and rough at the same time, brushing a stray curl from Jaehyun’s forehead.
Jimin laughed softly, adjusting Jaehyun on his hip so he could walk steadily. Jungkook joined them, Bam following along as he barked happily at their feet.
“Bam can go outside while we eat,” Jimin murmured, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at Jungkook. “He loves running through the rose garden.”
Jungkook leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple before stealing a quick, lingering kiss to his lips. “Alright,” he murmured, dark eyes glinting with warmth. “I’ll let him out for a bit.”
Jaehyun wriggled in Jimin’s arms, tiny feet kicking, before leaning his head against his Eomma’s chest. Bam barked again, tail wagging furiously. Together, the family moved toward the grand staircase, laughter and little squeals filling the mansion. Jungkook’s strong hand rested protectively on Jimin’s lower back as they descended, fingers brushing warmly, while Jaehyun gurgled and pointed at the Bam.
Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride and possessive love. His omega, his toddler...they were his entire world.
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The dining room was quiet, sunlight fading softly through the windows as evening settled over the mansion. The long table was simple but elegant, a cozy space for just the three of them. Jaehyun sat in his high chair, tiny hands gripping his training chopsticks, eyes wide with concentration.
Jimin poured a little milk into Jaehyun’s cup and smiled softly. “You ready to eat, little one?”
“Yes! I hungwy!” Jaehyun declared, his toddler speech thick but full of determination.
Jaehyun picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, struggling a little with the size of the meat. Jimin chuckled. “Need a little help with that, buddy?”
Jungkook stepped in, taking both Jaehyun’s and Jimin’s plates, carefully cutting each piece into bite-sized portions. “Here,” he said softly, placing a perfectly cut piece of chicken on Jaehyun’s plate, then doing the same for Jimin. “All set. Eat nicely.”
Jaehyun’s little hands reached for the food, and he started eating carefully, eyes focused. Each bite was deliberate, and he swallowed proudly before reaching for the next piece. Jungkook watched him, chest swelling with quiet pride.
“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to Jaehyun's temple. “Eating like a champ. My pup…he’s growing up so fast.”
Jimin smiled warmly, brushing his fingers along Jaehyun’s back. “He’s really good at this,” Jimin said, glancing up at Jungkook. “Almost like he knows he’s making Appa proud.”
Jungkook’s lips twitched into a dark, affectionate grin. “Oh, he knows,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple, then glancing back at their son. “My little wolf…strong, careful, and smart.”
Jaehyun giggled, his little mouth still full. “More! Chicken!” he insisted, pointing eagerly.
Jimin laughed, scooping up a piece from Jungkook’s plate and cutting it into toddler-size bites. “Easy, buddy,” he said, placing the piece on Jaehyun’s plate. “Take it slow.”
Jungkook watched the careful process, his chest swelling with warmth. “He’s growing up so fast,” he murmured, pressing a thumb to Jimin’s hand across the table. “Look at him…my pup, taking care of himself already.”
Jaehyun leaned back slightly, licking his fingers. “Appa…choccy?” he asked, eyes shining.
Jungkook’s deep rumble of amusement filled the room. “Not yet, little man,” he said, grinning. “Eat dinner first, then maybe a little treat. Can’t spoil my pup too early.”
Jimin chuckled and kissed Jaehyun’s forehead. “Patience, little man. Sweets come after dinner.”
Jaehyun clapped his little hands, then looked at Jungkook. “Appa…kiss?”
Jungkook leaned over the table, dark eyes softening, and pressed a gentle, possessive kiss to the toddler’s forehead. “Always, pup,” he said warmly. “Always.”
The rest of the meal was quiet but happy. Jimin and Jungkook fed Jaehyun in tandem, cutting bites for themselves and their son, exchanging soft kisses across the table. The toddler ate carefully, occasionally breaking into giggles or babbling tiny comments about the food.
By the end of the meal, Jaehyun had eaten everything on his plate, licking the last bits from his fingers. Jungkook leaned back in his chair, satisfied. “Good boy,” he murmured, eyes dark with pride. “Appa’s little champ.”
Jimin smiled, resting a hand on Jungkook’s. “He really is,” he said softly. “Our little pup is perfect.”
Jungkook’s thumb brushed along Jimin’s hand possessively. “And mine,” he said quietly. “All mine.”
Jaehyun squirmed in his highchair, tiny hands pressing against the tray as he looked up at Jimin with sleepy, determined eyes. “Appa…down!” he demanded, his little legs kicking softly.
Jimin chuckled, bending to unbuckle him. “Alright, little pup,” he murmured, scooping Jaehyun into his arms. The toddler immediately nuzzled into his chest, arms draping around Jimin’s neck. “There we go…all done.”
“I…sweepy,” Jaehyun mumbled, his voice thick with fatigue. “I sweep in nest wif Eomma and Appa?.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a low, affectionate growl as he stepped closer, brushing a hand through the toddler’s dark curls. “Of course, pup,” he said, dark eyes softening. “Eomma’s got you. Appa’s right here too.”
Jimin adjusted Jaehyun on his hip, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “There we go, sleepyhead,” he whispered. “Let’s get you to your nest. Nice and cozy.”
Jaehyun let out a tiny sigh of contentment, his eyes half-lidded as he clung to Jimin. “Appa...come too?” he murmured, tilting his head up to Jungkook.
“Always, pup,” Jungkook murmured, sweeping his hand along Jimin’s arm as they walked. “I’ll never leave you. Never far from my little wolf.”
Jimin carried Jaehyun down the quiet hallway, the toddler’s soft breaths already slowing, fingers curling around Jimin’s collar. Jungkook followed closely, dark gaze filled with a molten mix of pride and protectiveness, his hand occasionally brushing Jimin’s shoulder, anchoring them both.
When they reached their room Jaehyun yawned, snuggling deeper into Eomma’s chest, tiny arms draping over Jimin’s shoulders. “Want nest…warm,” he murmured, eyes half-closed.
Jimin smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his pup’s head. “I know, little man…cozy and safe,” he murmured. Then he patted Jaehyun lightly on the shoulder. “But first…we need to take a bath and brush those tiny teeth, okay?”
“Otay…Eomma,” Jaehyun mumbled, his toddler voice thick and adorable.
Jungkook leaned against the bedroom doorway, dark eyes soft, observing quietly. Jungkook's presence was steady and protective, a low hum of amusement and warmth in his chest as he watched Jimin carry their little pup. “I’ll help if you need me,” he murmured, arms folded casually in front of him, letting Jimin take the lead.
"I got it, baby." Jimin said as he leaned up and kissed him on the lips.
Jimin adjusted Jaehyun on his hip, then pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Alright, sleepyhead…time to get cleaned up,” he said gently.
Jaehyun wriggled just a little, tiny arms wrapping around Eomma’s neck. “Appa…come wif us?” he whispered, looking up at Jungkook.
“Always,” Jungkook murmured, stepping closer, voice low and warm. He pressed a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s curls, letting the toddler giggle softly. “Never far from my little wolf.”
Jimin guided Jaehyun into the small bath, his hands steady and patient as he washed the toddler’s hair and scrubbed his tiny arms and legs. Jungkook stayed near the side, observing closely, dark eyes attentive, occasionally letting a low chuckle escape at Jaehyun’s delighted splashes.
“Careful, pup,” Jungkook murmured, dark eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re gonna make a flood.”
Jaehyun laughed, splashing a little water. “Splash! Splash!”
Jimin chuckled, guiding his little man’s hands. “Easy there. Let’s get you clean first.”
Once the bath was over, Jimin wrapped Jaehyun in a heated towel. Jungkook finally stepped closer, hands brushing lightly along the toddler’s back as he pressed a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s crown. “All clean, little man,” he murmured.
Jaehyun giggled, reaching up for Jungkook. “Appa…hold me!”
Jungkook scooped him gently into his arms, holding him securely while Jimin brushed Jaehyun’s teeth. “Good job, pup…all nice and clean,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to the toddler’s temple.
When brushing was finished, Jungkook carried him to his room where he moisturized Jaehyun's little body with baby lotion, and dressed him in his favorite wolf pajamas. Jimin then carried Jaehyun to the nest and Jungkook followed closely, wrapping an arm around both Jimin and Jaehyun.
When they reached the bedroom, Jimin pulled the canopy back and sat Jaehyun down in the nest. He wriggled just enough to tumble gently into the soft nest of blankets. “Nest…warm... smells good,” he murmured, curling into a tiny ball, eyes closing slowly.
Jimin crouched down, pressing the blankets snugly around him, and kissed Jaehyun’s temple. “That’s right, pup. Cozy, safe, and all ours,” he murmured softly.
Jungkook moved to stand behind Jimin, arms sliding around his waist, pulling him close. He leaned down, pressing a slow, possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Mine,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Both of you…all mine.”
Jimin tilted his head back slightly, brushing a hand over Jungkook’s forearm, letting the warmth of his alpha seep through. “Yours,” he whispered back, voice soft, a smile tugging at his lips. “Completely yours."
Jungkook pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the back of Jimin’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his omega mixed with the soft, sleepy warmth of their pup. Jaehyun let out a tiny yawn, curling even closer into the blankets, already drifting toward sleep.
Later after Jimin and Jungkook had both showered and cleaned up, the three of them settled into the quiet rhythm of their little nest. Jimin adjusted the blankets one last time, Jungkook holding him from behind with one hand around his shoulder and the other pressed possessively over Jaehyun's back. Every breath, every soft sigh from Jaehyun and Jimin, filled the room with warmth and a sense of perfect, unshakeable peace.
Jungkook’s dark eyes lingered on their pup, then Jimin, and he allowed himself a rare, quiet smile. This...this calm, this family...was everything. He would protect them, cherish them, and claim them, always
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The mansion was too quiet. For Jungkook, silence was rarely a comfort...it meant his omega and pup weren’t there. Jimin had bundled Jaehyun into the car earlier, insisting he needed fresh air, a trip to the park where he could laugh and run with other children. Jungkook had kissed them both goodbye, watching with tight restraint as his guards trailed after the car. He trusted them with his life. Still, he hated being apart from them.
A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. The office door cracked open, and one of the maids stepped in, pale and anxious. She clutched a brown-paper package to her chest as if it burned her hands.
“This was just left at the gate, sir,” she whispered, setting it gently on his desk. “No courier. No return address.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes dropped to the box. Plain. Unmarked. Wrong. The hair along the back of his neck prickled.
“You’re dismissed.” His tone left no room for hesitation. She bowed quickly and fled, closing the door behind her.
Jungkook didn’t touch the package. Instead, he pressed the intercom. “Yoongi. Office. Now.”
Seconds later, Yoongi entered, moving with the silence of a predator. His gaze landed on the box, and without needing a word, he pulled a blade from his pocket and cut it open with practiced precision.
The stench hit them first...rot and copper, thick enough to curl in the throat. Yoongi swore under his breath, reaching in and pulling out a child’s stuffed rabbit. The toy was soaked through, one ear missing, fur stiff with dried blood.
At the bottom lay an envelope. Yoongi’s gloved hands handed it off to Jungkook, who unfolded the paper slowly.
The handwriting was jagged, pressed so hard it nearly tore through the page:
Soon you will know what it’s like to lose everything you love.
The letters were jagged, pressed so hard the paper buckled. No name. No signature. Nothing but the words..and the bloodied rabbit that made Jungkook’s stomach turn to stone.
Yoongi’s voice was low, grim. “This isn’t business. This is personal.”
Jungkook’s jaw locked, every vein in his body thrumming with restrained fury. His omega. His son. Even if their names weren’t written, the message was clear enough.
His fist closed around the note until the paper tore. “Lock down the estate. Double the guard on Jimin and Jaehyun. I want every eye sharp and every weapon ready. Call Jimin's bodyguards and tell him to come home now."
He forced his expression back into the cold, calm mask of a don, but his chest burned with a different fire. He’d fought wars. He’d taken lives. But never had the battlefield struck so close to his heart.
Whoever dared to send this… had just signed their death sentence.
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The park had been alive with laughter only minutes before, pups chasing each other across the grass, climbing the jungle gym with squeaky voices calling out for their turns. Jimin sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap, a soft smile curving his lips as he watched Jaehyun dart up the steps of the slide. The boy’s joy was infectious, and for just a moment Jimin let himself relax, soaking in the rare simplicity of an afternoon outside.
That illusion shattered the moment Jungkook’s guards approached.
They moved in with quiet precision, the kind that made the hairs rise on the back of Jimin’s neck. Both men scanned the playground as if shadows might leap forward at any second. When they stopped in front of him, one dipped his head respectfully.
“Sir,” he said in a low tone, urgent but careful. “Alpha Jeon requests your immediate return to the estate. You and the little alpha must come with us. It’s not safe here.”
The words landed heavy. Jimin’s smile slipped, his stomach tightening. He didn’t need to ask for details...Jungkook never gave orders without reason, especially when it involved their pup. The don’s word was law, but more than that, it was love sharpened into protection.
“Okay,” Jimin said softly, rising at once. His voice stayed steady, though he could feel his pulse thrumming in his throat. He didn’t want Jaehyun to see his fear.
“Jaehyun,” Jimin called, his tone bright as he waved his son over. “Come here, little wolf. We have to go.”
The boy pouted, bouncing down the last step of the slide. “Alweady, eomma? But I playing!”
Jimin crouched down to his level, brushing damp hair off his forehead. “I know, baby. But Appa needs us home now. We’ll come back another day.”
At the mention of Jungkook, Jaehyun’s pout eased. “Appa needs us?”
“Yes.” Jimin kissed his cheek, hiding his trembling behind the gesture. “So we have to be brave and listen, hmm?”
“Okay,” Jaehyun chirped, turning to wave at the other pups. “Bye! See you later!”
Jimin took his hand, his grip perhaps a little tighter than necessary, and let the guards form a protective shield around them as they walked to the car. His heart thumped against his ribs with every step, dread pooling in his gut. Something had happened...something serious enough to make Jungkook call them back without hesitation.
By the time they reached the sleek black SUV, Jimin’s hands shook faintly as he buckled Jaehyun into his car seat. The boy hummed happily to himself, kicking his legs, blissfully unaware. Jimin forced a smile for him, brushing his hair once more before shutting the door...the bodyguards trailed behind them in a black SUV.
The drive back to the mansion felt longer than ever. Jimin kept his gaze fixed on the blur of trees and buildings passing by, one hand reaching back every so often to rest on Jaehyun’s knee. It was the only thing grounding him, that small, warm reminder of their son’s presence.
And then...the estate gates loomed ahead.
As the SUV rolled up the long driveway, Jimin’s breath stilled. Jungkook stood waiting outside. He was in a black suit, jacket open, tie loosened, but it wasn’t his clothes that struck Jimin...it was his posture. Shoulders squared, hands curled into fists at his sides, eyes fixed on the approaching car. Power radiated from him, sharp and suffocating, his pheromones rolling heavy enough to make even the guards stiffen.
He looked like a wolf on the edge of violence.
“Appa!” Jaehyun squealed the moment he spotted him through the glass, bouncing in his seat.
Jungkook’s gaze softened just slightly, enough to reassure Jimin that his fury wasn’t directed at them. But Jimin’s chest tightened anyway. He knew that look, that deadly calm covering the storm underneath. Something had gone wrong...terribly wrong.
The car rolled to a stop. Jimin opened the door, stepping out to get Jaehyun out of his car seat. Jungkook was already moving toward them, his long strides eating up the distance, eyes never leaving his mate and son.
Jimin’s heart pounded. He wanted to ask what had happened, but the words caught in his throat. He only knew one thing for certain: their world had just shifted, and whatever darkness was closing in on them, Jungkook would stand against it with everything he had.
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The moment Jungkook stepped outside, he could feel his pulse thundering in his ears. He stood at the edge of the mansion’s long driveway, dark eyes trained on the iron gates. He hadn’t been able to sit still in his office after the package arrived...not when his omega and pup were out there. Every second they were gone gnawed at him like a knife twisting deeper.
Finally, headlights cut through the dusk. The sleek black Lexus LX he’d bought for Jimin pulled onto the driveway, tires crunching over the gravel. Relief crashed into him so hard it nearly brought him to his knees.
Before the engine even fully shut off, a small voice pierced the quiet.
“Appa!” Jaehyun squealed from inside, his tiny fists pounding against the window.
That was all it took. Jungkook was already striding forward, long purposeful steps carrying him to the driver’s side just as Jimin opened the door. Without a word, Jungkook hauled his omega into his arms, pressing desperate kisses along his temple, mating mark and cheek, voice breaking against Jimin’s skin.
“You’re safe...you’re safe, thank God,” he muttered, the words rough and fervent.
Jimin clung back, wide-eyed, sensing the storm beneath his alpha’s calm surface.
Jaehyun’s little voice rang out again. “Appa!”
Jungkook tore himself from Jimin just enough to swing around to the backseat. His hands trembled slightly as he unbuckled the pup’s car seat straps. The moment Jaehyun was free, Jungkook lifted him out, hugging him so tightly that Jaehyun giggled and squirmed.
“Eomma,” the pup said, looking at Jimin over Jungkook’s shoulder, “I think Appa missed us.”
Jungkook’s throat tightened. He buried his face against Jaehyun’s soft hair, inhaling the warm pup scent that soothed the worst of his instincts. “Always,” he murmured fiercely. “Appa always misses you.”
He reached for Jimin’s hand without hesitation, threading their fingers together as if anchoring them both. With Jaehyun settled on his other hip, Jungkook led his family into the mansion, not once letting go. The heavy doors shut behind them with a final, protective thud.
“How about we go visit Jin and Min-gi, hmm?” Jungkook said once they were in the main hall, his tone smoothing into something light for Jaehyun’s sake. “Would you like to play with them for a while?”
Jaehyun’s little face lit up instantly. “Yes, Appa!!”
The three of them made their way down the hall until they stopped outside Jin and Namjoon’s quarters. Jungkook rapped lightly on the door, and within seconds Jin appeared, wiping his hands on a dish towel.
“Perfect timing,” Jin said warmly, eyeing the little pup on Jungkook’s hip. “These two will keep each other busy.”
“Would you mind keeping him for a while?” Jungkook asked, his alpha tone polite but edged with something heavier. “We need to…talk.”
“Of course. No problem at all.” Jin opened the door wider, already calling into the room for Min-gi.
Jimin crouched down, smoothing Jaehyun’s hair back before handing over his small bag filled with toys, snacks, and his favorite water bottle. “Be good for Jin, little wolf...eomma will come back in a bit to get you, okay?”
“Otay, eomma,” Jaehyun chirped, already wriggling toward the door when Min-gi appeared. The two pups barreled off in a tangle of giggles and tiny feet, leaving Jin chuckling.
Once their pup was settled, Jungkook laced his fingers tightly with Jimin’s and guided him upstairs to his office. He didn’t speak until the door shut behind them, his shoulders sagging under the weight of what he was about to admit.
“Jungkook,” Jimin said softly, worry written all over his face. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”
Jungkook pulled him close again, burying his nose against Jimin’s scent glands, needing the grounding comfort. His voice was low, apologetic. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I…received a package today. A threat.”
Jimin’s breath caught.
Jungkook stroked a hand down his back, sparing him the worst of the details...the blood, the grotesque mess inside the box...but his tone was serious, resolute. “I don’t know who it’s from yet, but I won’t risk you or Jaehyun. Until I find the source, you’re staying home, with double the security. Please trust me on this.”
Jimin’s eyes searched his, fear there, but also faith...the kind of faith only a true omega gave his alpha. Slowly, he nodded, pressing closer into Jungkook’s chest.
“I trust you,” Jimin whispered.
Those words eased something raw in Jungkook’s chest. He kissed his omega hard, almost fiercely, then pressed his forehead to Jimin’s. “I won’t let anyone touch you. Either of you. Not while I’m breathing.”
Chapter 23
Summary:
An intruder lurks around on the estate and it puts Jimin and Jaehyun in danger.
Notes:
Okay so the plot is starting to thicken again. Please bear with me lol.
Let's me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft rhythm of three steady heartbeats within the nest. Jimin lay curled into Jungkook’s side, face buried in his mate’s neck, while Jaehyun slept sprawled across his Appa’s chest, tiny hands fisted in the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt. The pup always ended up in their nest, his sweet pup scent woven deep into the blankets.
The shrill buzz of Jungkook’s phone cut through the quiet. His instincts flared immediately, body tensing before his mind even registered the sound. He reached across the nightstand with his free hand, careful not to jostle Jimin or Jaehyun. His palm settled against the small of Jaehyun’s back, anchoring the pup against him to keep him from stirring.
“Jeon,” Jungkook answered in a low, dangerous murmur, voice sharp with sleep but ready for blood.
“Sir,” came the quick, clipped voice of his head of security. “We had movement at the south gate. A man...just a shadow...lurking near the fence. As soon as our patrol closed in, he bolted. We pursued but lost him in the trees. He knew the terrain.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, teeth grinding together. His hand instinctively stroked Jaehyun’s back when the pup gave a little whimper in his sleep. “Did he breach the perimeter?” he asked, voice low but lethal.
“No, Alpha. He stayed outside the fence line. But he was watching the mansion. We’re sweeping the grounds now.”
Jungkook’s gaze slid down to his mate and pup nestled against him...Jimin’s soft breath against his throat, Jaehyun’s tiny body rising and falling with each steady inhale. The sight fueled a cold fury in his chest.
“Double the patrols,” Jungkook ordered. “I want every inch of the fence line covered until dawn. And pull the camera feeds. If he shows his face, I want it frozen and burned into every man’s memory by morning.”
“Yes, sir.”
He ended the call, staring into the dark, listening to the echo of silence return. His pulse thundered, but outwardly he was stone, unwilling to let his mate or pup sense the shift. He pressed his lips to the crown of Jaehyun’s head, then to Jimin’s hair.
“You’re safe,” he whispered, though it was more a vow to himself than a reassurance.
His hand slid down Jimin’s back, pulling him closer without waking him, while his other arm wrapped more securely around his pup. Jungkook lay awake after that, every sense sharpened, eyes on the shadows beyond the window. The intruder hadn’t gotten close this time...but he would. And when he did, Jungkook promised himself he would never make it back out again.
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Morning light spilled softly through the tall bedroom windows, casting golden streaks over the rumpled blankets. Jungkook had spent the night awake, holding Jimin and Jaehyun close. The warmth of his mate and pup pressed against him, yet every muscle in his body remained coiled, senses sharp, eyes flicking toward the balcony and the sprawling grounds beyond. Even in the calm of dawn, the memory of the shadowy intruder from last night lingered like smoke in his mind.
Jimin stirred beside him, stretching and blinking up at Jungkook. “Morning,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s lips. His fingers brushed lightly over Jungkook’s chest as he noticed the dark circles under his mate’s eyes. He didn’t comment; he let the quiet intimacy of the morning settle around them.
“Eomma…” Jaehyun’s sleepy voice murmured, breaking the quiet.
“Yes, baby?” Jimin replied instantly, lifting his head.
“I… I gotta pee,” Jaehyun admitted, squirming a little more, the words clipped and adorable in toddler-speak. He had been potty training, and Jimin had been patient but firm, proud of every tiny success.
Jimin smiled warmly. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you to the potty.” He lifted Jaehyun from Jungkook’s chest and set him down to walk, carefully guiding him to the bathroom, letting the pup cling to his arm for balance.
Jungkook rose silently, moving toward the balcony doors. The morning air brushed his skin, crisp and faintly scented with the pines and rose bushes surrounding the mansion. His gaze swept over the grounds, over every shadow and every corner. The muscles in his jaw and shoulders coiled tight, the dark memory of the intruder haunting him.
In the bathroom, Jaehyun focused with furrowed brows, little hands clutching the potty as he did his business. When he was successfully finished, Jimin washed his hands and then Jaehyun’s, praising him softly. “You did it, pup! Look at you…such a big boy!”
Jaehyun’s face lit up, and he ran to the balcony, waving his tiny hands. “Appa! I did it! I peed like a big boy!”
Jungkook crouched, pressing warm kisses to the top of Jaehyun’s head. “I’m so proud of you, little wolf,” he rumbled, voice thick with love and pride. “You’re growing up so fast.” He brushed a thumb over Jaehyun’s cheek.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Jungkook asked, voice softening slightly.
“Can I have waffles?!” Jaehyun chirped, bouncing on his toes.
“Of course,” Jungkook said, as he stood back up. He walked to the bedside table, reached for his phone and called the kitchen. “Send breakfast up to our room,” he instructed. “Make sure Jaehyun's waffles are perfect.” After hanging up, he glanced back at Jimin, eyes lingering on the soft curve of his mate’s shoulders, the warmth radiating from his body, and the way Jaehyun’s tiny fingers curled around his hair.
Soon, trays arrived at the small balcony table. Steam rose from the waffles, eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit, mixing with the crisp morning air. Jaehyun dug into his waffles with sticky little fingers and delighted giggles, while Jimin sipped his coffee, smiling at the joy radiating from their little pup. Jungkook finally settled with a plate of his own, eating slowly while one hand rested on Jimin's thigh under the table, eyes constantly scanning the grounds. Every shadow, every movement, every rustle in the trees was cataloged, measured, and considered.
After breakfast, Jaehyun hopped down. “I’m gonna go play!” he announced, running toward his toys.
“Go ahead, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and warm, watching the pup’s little legs carry him across the room.
Jimin’s hand found Jungkook’s, curling into his fingers. “Jungkook…last night…what happened? I know you didn't sleep.” he asked quietly, concern threading his voice.
Jungkook’s gaze softened as he met his mate’s eyes, though the tension never left his posture. “There was an intruder at the gate,” he said. “Security ran him off, but whoever it was, he got a look at the mansion. He escaped before we could identify him…but he was close.”
Jimin’s chest tightened, fear flickering across his features. “You can’t…I can’t let anyone hurt him...our pup. I wouldn’t survive it,” he whispered, voice trembling.
Jungkook cupped his face, thumbs brushing over Jimin’s cheekbones. “I would set the world on fire before anyone touches either of you,” he growled, molten and protective.
Jimin’s lips parted slightly as Jungkook leaned in, capturing him in a fiery, possessive kiss. Whimpers escaped his mouth as he pressed closer, clutching at Jungkook’s chest, grounding them both in the warmth and safety of the moment...even as the shadow of danger lingered just beyond the walls of the mansion.
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The office was bathed in the rich, golden glow of late afternoon, sunlight spilling through the tall windows and casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished black surfaces and dark wood panels. Dust motes floated lazily in the beams, yet they could not soften the tension coiled tightly around Jungkook’s chest. He sat behind his massive desk, fingers steepled, shoulders rigid, eyes sharp and unblinking as he studied the mansion grounds beyond the windows.
Yoongi leaned back across from him, calm as ever, but the stormy energy clinging to him made the sunlit room feel colder than it looked. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes fixed on Jungkook.
“We have a problem,” Jungkook began, voice low, taut with controlled anger. “Someone made it to the outer fence last night. Security caught him, but he got close enough to see the mansion. We didn’t get a clear look...just a shadow.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed. “A shadow doesn’t tell us much, but it tells me this wasn’t random. He knows what he’s looking for…and he knows you’re distracted.”
Jungkook nodded. “I already doubled patrols, cameras, motion sensors, infrared...everything. Bodyguards are ready to intercept anyone out of place...no exceptions. But I want more.” He motioned to the large monitor behind him, and Yoongi immediately tapped a few keys. The security feed from the previous night flickered to life.
Both alphas leaned forward. The grainy footage showed the mansion under the faint glow of exterior lights. At the edge of the gate, a figure stood...a tall, looming shadow. It lingered just long enough to be seen clearly as a dark outline, then bolted down the driveway and disappeared into the trees beyond.
“That’s it,” Jungkook said, voice low and hard. “Nothing else. Just the shadow…but he was close enough to see the mansion. Too close.” He clenched his fists on the desk, dark eyes tracking the faint blur of movement on the screen. “This wasn’t random. Whoever this is…they’re testing us.”
Yoongi tapped his fingers against the armrest, thoughtful. “We can’t identify him from this feed. But it tells us the timing, the pattern…and that he’s bold enough to approach at night. He’s confident, knows what he’s doing. Whoever he is, he isn’t afraid.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, dark thoughts coiling in his mind. “He won’t be confident for long.” He leaned back, staring at the faint flicker of the shadow on the monitor as if trying to burn the image into his mind. “We’ll tighten patrols further, add more cameras, and rotate the guards. No one enters or leaves without my say-so. And I want eyes on every gate at all times.”
Yoongi nodded. “I’ll make sure Hoseok, Namjoon, and the teams are briefed. Double shifts, rotate coverage, everything. And we’ll keep it quiet...Jimin doesn’t need to worry.”
Jungkook exhaled slowly, a dark rumble of approval in his chest. “Exactly. He only needs to know he’s safe…and I’ve got him. Nothing touches them.”
Leaning forward again, Jungkook pointed at the large digital map on the screen. “Pull the logs from the motion sensors along the east perimeter. Every door, every gate, every window.”
Yoongi’s fingers flew over the keyboard, bringing up a detailed map of the estate with timestamps and sensor triggers. “Here,” he said, pointing to the faint lines of red along the outer fence. “He triggered the east gate sensor at 02:17. Nothing else registered until he was gone. No footprints near the driveway, nothing in the garden cameras. He moved like a ghost.”
Jungkook flexed his hands on the desk, eyes narrowing. “Someone with skill… maybe military, maybe trained. Whoever it is, they know how to avoid leaving traces. But even ghosts leave patterns.” He traced the route along the map, dark intensity radiating from him. “East gate, skirting the treeline, then vanished. He knew exactly where he was going…and exactly how to get close without being caught.”
Yoongi leaned over, scanning the logs with sharp precision. “We can cross-reference this with guard patrol routes and infrared coverage. If he avoided all of that, he had inside knowledge...or he’s spent a lot of time learning the estate.”
Jungkook’s lips curved in a grim half-smile. “Either way…he won’t make it a second time. Patrols shifted, sensors heightened, drones sweeping the grounds tonight. I want eyes on every shadow, every movement. I don’t care how long it takes.”
Yoongi nodded, tapping a few commands to run simulation paths. “We’ll know the next time he tries. Whoever this is, he’s bold...but he’s not smart enough to outthink us.”
Jungkook leaned back again, jaw flexing as his gaze swept to the balcony and the sprawling grounds beyond. The golden light softened the edges of the office, but the tension remained, coiled and unbroken. The shadow on the screen was a small glimpse, a ghost of a threat...but for Jungkook, it was more than enough to ignite every protective instinct. Whoever had come so close had underestimated him. And he would make sure they paid for that mistake.
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The afternoon sun poured over the patio, making the sandbox sparkle as Jaehyun’s small hands patted and scooped sand, building towers with earnest concentration. Occasional giggles escaped him when a stray handful rained down.
Jimin sat at the patio table, mug in hand, though his eyes never left his little wolf. The calm domestic moment was comforting, yet the memory of the intruder from nights past tugged at his nerves.
Then Jaehyun froze, standing upright, shoulders squared. His frown mirrored the alert, the same guarded stance he’d seen in Jungkook.
“Little wolf?” Jimin murmured, sitting his tea down on the table. “Are you…watching for something?”
Jaehyun pointed toward the treeline. “I…I seen somebody! Make sure no bad guys sneak! Hafta protect eomma. Appa do this too!”
Jimin’s chest tightened. Even in play, Jaehyun liked to play alpha, but Jimin knew this time he wasn't playing. Then his gaze flicked past the treeline. A shadow moved...swift, deliberate, brushing along the fence and disappearing behind the trees. His chest tightened immediately.
Jaehyun, ever attentive, noticed the movement too. He straightened again, mimicking his Appa’s alert posture. “No bad guys sneak!” he said, fists clenched at his sides.
Jimin got up and crouched down beside Jaehyun, he kept an arm around the pup and called over to one of the nearby bodyguards. “Excuse me, can you check near the treeline? I thought I saw movement. Please be careful. Something might be there.”
The bodyguard’s sharp gaze swept the edge of the patio and the shadows beyond. “Understood, sir,” he said, pulling out his radio. “Security, we’ve got possible movement near the treeline. Shadow spotted. Check cameras.”
Jimin kept a calm tone for Jaehyun. “It’s okay, little wolf…Eomma’s got you.”
Through the radio, security confirmed the shadow, but nothing concrete. Then Jungkook’s voice rumbled through the comm: “I see the situation. Keep them close. I’m coming to check on them.”
Jaehyun’s eyes lit up as he heard his Appa's voice. “Appa?” he whispered.
“Yes, pup,” Jimin said softly, pressing a kiss to his son’s head. “Appa’s on his way. He’ll make sure we’re safe.”
Moments later, Jungkook appeared on the patio. He walked over to Jimin and Jaehyun and crouched down beside them, wrapping them in his arms. His eyes scanned the patio and the treeline with the intensity that always made Jimin’s pulse quicken. Relief softened his features when they landed on Jaehyun, safe and giggling, but the alpha’s presence radiated a warning: any threat would not go unnoticed.
Jaehyun puffed out his chest with pride. “I… I kept Eomma safe, Appa! I'm an alpha like you!”
Jimin chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from his son’s forehead. “He’s the one who noticed the shadow first, Kook. He stood up on alert.”
Jungkook’s deep rumble of approval vibrated through the balcony. He stood up and lifted Jaehyun into his arms, pressing a possessive kiss to the little pup’s temple. “That’s my little alpha pup… so alert, so brave,” he murmured. Pride and love threaded through every word. Then his voice softened, the edge of his alpha presence giving way to tender care. “But I want you to keep your innocence a little longer. Appa’s got this. I’ve got you and Eomma. Always.”
Jimin placed a hand on Jungkook’s arm, smiling softly, but there was tension beneath it. “He’s learning from the best,” he said, though his voice was tight. His eyes flickered back to the treeline. “But, Kook… it wasn’t just Jaehyun’s imagination. I saw it too. Someone was out there.”
Jungkook’s gaze snapped back toward the woods, jaw ticking. His hand tightened protectively around Jaehyun.
Jimin stepped closer, lowering his voice so Jaehyun couldn’t hear. “What if they were watching us? What if they were waiting for you to be distracted? I know you have guards, but...” He swallowed hard, his voice breaking at the edges. “What if they try again, Kook?”
Jungkook turned, one arm still firmly cradling Jaehyun, and cupped Jimin’s cheek with his free hand. His expression softened for him alone. “Then they’ll regret it,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “I won’t let anyone near you. Not him, not anyone. They’ll have to go through me, through all of us.”
Jimin’s throat bobbed, but his eyes shimmered with worry. He leaned into Jungkook’s touch, letting the warmth steady him. “I believe you,” he whispered, though his heart still pounded.
Jungkook pressed one last kiss to Jaehyun’s head, letting him wriggle just a bit in his arms. “Come on, little wolf. Back to your castles,” he said warmly, though a faint growl lingered, warning of the shadows beyond.
Jaehyun giggled, patting Jungkook’s chest. “Safe…Appa?”
“Always,” Jungkook murmured, holding him tighter for a heartbeat longer. As the boy returned to his sandbox, Jimin at his side, and the afternoon sun gilded their little world, the shadows beyond the treeline reminded them all that danger was real… and Jimin couldn’t shake the fear. But wrapped in Jungkook’s arms, he could almost believe they were untouchable.
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Later that evening, Jimin leaned against the doorway of Jungkook's office, watching his mate’s dark eyes scan the multiple monitors with intensity, jaw tight, fingers moving decisively over the keyboard. The faint hum of the security system filled the room, a subtle yet constant reminder of the threat that had shadowed their family these past weeks.
“Looks serious,” Jimin murmured, his voice soft enough not to startle Jaehyun, who was happily building another tower with blocks nearby on the coffee table.
“Always is when it comes to us,” Jungkook replied without looking up, his voice low, calm, but carrying an undeniable edge. He glanced at the camera feeds, then over his shoulder at the doorway where Jimin stood. “I don’t want him...or anyone...touching you or our pup. Not now, not ever.”
Jimin crossed the room and leaned against the edge of the desk, arms folded. “I know, Kook,” he said, though his voice betrayed a thread of anxiety. “But seeing all this… it’s hard not to worry. I mean, I trust you completely. But…” He trailed off, glancing at Jaehyun, whose laughter and little squeals were a sweet counterpoint to the tension in the office.
Jungkook finally turned, his gaze softening as it met Jimin’s. “I know,” he murmured, taking a step closer. “That’s why I’m doing it. You, him…our little pup...safe, always. I’m not leaving anything to chance.”
Jimin gave a small, appreciative smile and let himself be pulled into Jungkook’s side, feeling the solid reassurance of his mate’s presence. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around him possessively, hand resting on his hip as if marking territory, claiming them both.
“Look at him,” Jimin said quietly, nodding toward Jaehyun, who was now stacking more blocks with such focus that his tongue peeked out in concentration. “Even with all this…he’s happy. Safe. Unaware of the shadows out there.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes softened as he watched his son. “That’s exactly how it should be,” he murmured, brushing a finger over Jimin’s hand. “I’ll make sure he stays that way. For as long as I can.”
A comfortable, tender silence fell over them, broken only by Jaehyun’s delighted squeals. Jimin tilted his head, pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook’s chest. “I just…hate that you have to worry this much, Kook. I know you would do anything, but still…”
Jungkook bent down, pressing a possessive kiss to Jimin’s lips, low and lingering. “I would burn the world down for you two. And I will, if I have to. But right now, we have precautions. Cameras, patrols, sensors. We’re safe, for tonight.”
Jimin exhaled, leaning into the protective warmth of his mate. “Tonight,” he echoed, the word carrying both hope and unspoken fear. “But tomorrow…we’ll be ready too. Together.”
Jungkook’s hand traced down Jimin’s side before settling on his hip again. “Together,” he agreed, voice low and certain. His gaze flicked once more to Jaehyun, who looked up briefly, catching Jungkook’s eye, and smiled before returning to his blocks.
“And he’s learning,” Jungkook added softly, a dark rumble of pride beneath his words. “Our little alpha pup…brave, alert. But I’ll keep that innocence for as long as I can.”
Jimin nodded, resting his head against Jungkook’s chest, breathing in the familiar scent that always calmed him. “That’s all I want too.”
For a moment, the threat of shadows, the intruder, the fear…they all melted away under the warmth of their shared embrace, the unspoken promise that they would face whatever came together, as family.
Jimin pressed one more kiss to Jungkook’s jaw, then pulled back with a smile. “Come on, Jaehyun,” he whispered, turning toward their pup who had been drowsily rubbing his eyes. “Let’s let Appa finish working and we’ll get ready for bed, okay?”
Jaehyun perked up a little at that, his small voice piping through the quiet. “Can Bam sleep wif me tonight?”
Jimin chuckled, brushing his pup’s hair off his forehead. “Not tonight, sweetheart. Bam likes sleeping in his house downstairs in his doggy bed. He’ll feel more comfortable there.”
The little pup’s lips pushed into a pout, eyes going wide in that way he knew always tested his parents’ resolve. But instead of whining, he tried a different tactic. “Then…can you read me three bedtime stories instead of two?”
Jimin laughed, the sound soft and breathy, his heart swelling with how clever his pup was becoming. He bent down to scoop Jaehyun into his arms with a grunt, pretending to stumble under his weight. “You’re getting so big, baby,” he teased, nuzzling into the crown of his son’s soft hair. “But okay...three bedtime stories. Deal.”
Jaehyun grinned sleepily, looping his little arms around Jimin’s neck. Jimin leaned closer to Jungkook, and the pup pressed a sloppy kiss against his father’s cheek. Jimin followed with one of his own, lips lingering longer, warm with unspoken devotion.
“Don’t stay up too late working, alpha,” Jimin murmured, his gaze locking on Jungkook’s with a tenderness that stripped away all the walls between them. “I’ll see you later.”
Jungkook hummed low in his chest, his dark eyes holding Jimin there as if reluctant to let them go. But then he nodded, brushing his hand across Jaehyun’s back in a silent blessing before letting them leave.
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Upstairs, the quiet of the house wrapped around them. Jimin carried Jaehyun into his little room after his bubble bath, the pup yawning so wide his eyes watered. He set him down on the bed and helped him wriggle into his pullup...in case of nighttime accidents, and his soft cotton pajamas, laughing when Jaehyun kicked his legs playfully.
“Settle down, mister,” Jimin said, smoothing the top over his tummy. “You’ll wear yourself out before I even start the stories.”
Once Jaehyun was nestled beneath his blanket, Jimin perched at the edge of the bed with the first book in hand. His voice softened, taking on that rhythmic cadence that always lulled his pup to sleep.
“You ready? Let's start our first story…” Jimin began, pages turning gently under his fingertips.
By the second, Jaehyun was already drifting, his eyes blinking slower and slower, his small hand finding Jimin’s wrist to hold on.
By the third, his breathing had deepened, the soft rise and fall of his chest telling Jimin he was asleep before the final page was even reached.
Jimin closed the book carefully and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to his son’s warm forehead. “Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, brushing stray hair back from Jaehyun’s eyes. “Sweet dreams.”
He lingered there, watching the little alpha sleep peacefully, the innocence Jungkook vowed to protect shining in every soft breath. Only when he was sure Jaehyun was fully under did Jimin slip from the room, easing the door shut behind him.
Padding back down their room, Jimin’s heart ached with fullness...love for his pup, love for the alpha waiting below, and that fragile but powerful hope that together, they’d keep this safe forever.
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Hours later, the house was quiet, the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft rustle of rain falling outside filling the silence. In the nursery, Jaehyun stirred in his little bed, his round cheeks flushed from sleep. He blinked in the dim glow of his nightlight, shifting under the blankets before suddenly sitting up, a small whimper escaping him. His tiny hands pressed against his pajama bottoms as he squirmed, the urgent need waking him fully.
The pup slid out of bed, bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor as he made his way down the hall, eyes heavy with sleep. He rubbed at them with one fist, the other hand clutching himself tightly as if he could hold it a little longer.
Finally, he reached the bedroom door, pushing it open just enough to slip inside. He walked up to the nest and looked at his eomma. His lip wobbled as he whispered into the dark.
“Eomma…” his small voice trembled, thick with sleep and discomfort. “I… I gotta pee…”
His brows furrowed, eyes wide and watery as he squirmed in place, the picture of fragile innocence in the night.
Jimin was up instantly, heart clenching at the sight of his pup.
Jimin looked down at him, then stole a glance at Jungkook, still resting, chest rising and falling slowly. He swallowed, careful not to wake him. “Okay, baby…let’s go potty,” he whispered, bending down to scoop Jaehyun into his arms. The warmth of the little boy pressed against him, so small, so delicate, and Jimin’s chest ached with protective love.
Moonlight spilled through the curtains, painting silver streaks across the floor, glinting on the hardwood as they passed the balcony doors. And then...a deafening crash shattered the fragile quiet of the night.
Glass exploded in a violent spray as a huge rock hurtled through the balcony window, shards raining down like knives. The rock barely missing Jimin's body.
Jimin screamed instinctively, twisting his body around Jaehyun, pressing him tight to the floor, protecting him from the glass. The little boy’s terrified cries pierced the night, his tiny body trembling against Jimin’s chest. Every instinct in Jimin screamed to keep him safe, to shield him from the world.
Jungkook was upright in an instant, gun in hand, muscles taut as steel. His eyes, dark and feral, swept across the shadows outside. The night felt alive...too quiet, too empty...and every sound, every shift of darkness made him ready to strike.
“Appa!” Jaehyun’s voice cracked, small and urgent.
Jimin held him closer, his own body shaking with adrenaline. “It’s okay, little wolf…Eomma's got you. Nothing will hurt you,” he whispered, though his voice quivered.
Jungkook stormed forward, stepping over the shards as if they weren’t even there. He crouched beside them, pulling both Jimin and Jaehyun into his arms.
“Are you both okay?!” he asked, voice low but urgent. His fingers gently traced over Jimin’s arms and shoulders, noting the small nicks and cuts from the glass.
Then his attention shifted to Jaehyun. The little boy trembled in Jimin's arms, hiccupping between sobs. Jungkook’s hands moved quickly but careful, checking his tiny body from shoulders to knees. “And you…little wolf? You’re not hurt, right?” he murmured, pressing his forehead briefly to Jaehyun’s.
"No, I not hurt," the little pup hiccuped sobbed as Jungkook kissed his face.
Jungkook's gaze sliced through the darkness outside, catching the fleeting shadow slipping past the treeline. His jaw clenched, knuckles whitening on the gun.
“Stay close to me. Don’t move,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, every syllable coated in ice and threat.
Jimin brushed at Jaehyun’s tear-streaked cheeks. “It’s okay, baby…Appa has us. You’re safe,” he soothed, his voice trembling with the ache of fear and relief.
Jaehyun hiccupped, burying his face into Jimin’s shoulder. “Eomma…Appa…I…I peed in my pullup...” he sobbed, voice small, broken and embarrassed.
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a deep, feral growl. He pressed a possessive kiss to Jaehyun’s head. “Shh… little wolf… it’s alright. It isn't your fault. Appa’s got you. Nobody hurts you.” His hand splayed protectively across the boy’s back, his entire body radiating strength and danger.
In a flash, his phone was in his hand. “Yoongi. Get up here. Now. Someone’s crossed a line. I want eyes on the property...full perimeter sweep, immediate.” His voice was sharp, unwavering, leaving no room for hesitation.
Still holding them close, he let them feel the steady, unshakable presence of his protection while releasing calming pheromones. Jaehyun’s small arms wrapped around them both, hiccups slowing as the warmth of Jungkook’s pheromones and the softness of Jimin’s embrace surrounded him.
“You’re safe now,” Jungkook murmured into Jimin’s hair, voice low and soothing yet edged with danger. “Always. Nobody touches my family.”
Jimin rested his forehead against Jungkook’s chest, trembling, letting himself be held. Jaehyun nestled between them, whispering through hiccups, “I wanna keep Eomma safe too…”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a dark, protective smile. “I know, little wolf. Appa’s proud…but leave the fighting to me,” he rumbled, pressing another kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s head.
The shadow beyond the treeline had vanished, but tied to the rock on the floor there was a note.
Jungkook reached over and ripped it off:
“Soon you will know what true pain is.”
Jungkook crushed it in his hand while keeping his arms tightly wrapped around his family, feeling their heartbeat against his own.
The night was deceptively still outside, yet inside, the mansion thrummed with a tense, protective energy. Jungkook held his mate and pup close, senses sharp, already planning the next move. Whoever dared cross this line would learn the full fury of a don, an alpha, and a father who would stop at nothing. His family was untouchable. His family was his world...and he would burn everything to protect them.
Chapter 24
Summary:
Jimin goes into preheat. They discuss whether or not to use birth control this time around.
Notes:
And here's another chapter. Might post one more later.
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Chapter Text
The sound of boots thundered down the hall before the bedroom door slammed open. Yoongi barreled inside, gun raised, eyes sharp despite the late hour. Hoseok was right behind him, robe hastily tied, his expression tight with worry.
Yoongi’s gaze swept the room in a single heartbeat...the shattered balcony doors, the glittering shards across the floor, the cold night air spilling in. His eyes landed on Jungkook crouched low, both Jimin and Jaehyun clutched to his chest, the boy’s face buried against his eomma’s neck.
“Shit,” Yoongi hissed, gun still trained toward the balcony. “Talk to me.”
Jungkook’s voice was low, dangerous, carrying the kind of fury that coiled in the gut. “They threw a rock. A message.” He shoved the crumpled paper into Yoongi’s free hand, his other arm never leaving Jimin or Jaehyun. “They got close enough to my bedroom window to try and scare them.”
Yoongi unfolded the note, eyes scanning quickly. His jaw clenched, his alpha aura leaking sharp and metallic. “They’re testing us. Or taunting you. Either way, they’ll regret it.”
Hoseok hovered just inside the door, gaze darting to Jimin. “Are you hurt?”
Jimin shook his head, though his voice trembled. “Just some cuts from the glass. Jaehyun too. Nothing deep.” His hand never stopped rubbing soothing circles on his son’s back.
Hoseok crouched down briefly, voice softening as he caressed the little pups plump cheek. “I bet that was scary, huh?You protected your eomma too, didn't you? You're such a good little alpha.”
Jaehyun peeked up at him with wide eyes. “Appa says I'm gon' be big like him one day. Then we both 'tect eomma.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled at that, pride and pain mixing in his scent. He pressed his lips to Jaehyun’s hair, then looked at Yoongi with ice in his gaze. “Lock down the perimeter. Double the guards. Sweep the woods...whoever threw that rock hasn’t gotten far. Wake Taehyung. I want him on point.”
“On it,” Yoongi said, already raising his radio. His voice snapped with command as he began issuing orders, soldiers’ boots echoing outside seconds later.
Hoseok’s hand brushed Jimin’s shoulder gently, grounding him. “You’re safe now. Let him handle it.”
Jungkook finally stood, lifting both Jimin and Jaehyun against his chest as if he’d never let them go. His pheromones poured heavy into the room, thick and possessive, pressing down until even Yoongi’s wolf bristled under it.
He bent his head, lips brushing Jimin’s temple. “No one is ever getting this close again. I swear it.”
Outside, the grounds lit up as Syndicate men spread across the night, searching the shadows. Inside, Jungkook held his mate and son tighter, his wolf snarling for blood. Whoever had dared threaten them had just marked themselves for death.
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The glass still crunched faintly under boots as soldiers moved through the hall, but in their bedroom the chaos quieted into a tense hush. Jungkook lowered Jimin and Jaehyun onto the edge of the couch, crouching immediately in front of them. His large hands skimmed over their arms and legs, brisk but careful, checking for blood.
Jimin hissed when Jungkook’s fingers brushed over his forearm. A thin cut wept a bead of red. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, nostrils flaring at the sight.
“Just a scratch,” Jimin murmured quickly, not wanting to add fuel to the storm in his alpha’s chest.
Jungkook ignored the reassurance. He grabbed a clean cloth from the liquor cabinet and returned, dabbing at the wound with surprising gentleness for hands that had broken men’s bones. His brows furrowed as though even the smallest cut offended him.
Jaehyun, perched against Jimin’s side, lifted his tiny hand, showing a nick on his palm where a shard had grazed him. “I got a cut too, Appa,” he whispered, voice a little too steady for his age.
Jungkook’s breath caught. He took the little hand carefully, inspecting it. A scratch, nothing deep, but it carved into him in ways no blade ever had. He kissed the palm once, lingering. “You’re brave, my son. Braver than you should ever have to be.”
The words trembled with pride and grief both.
Hoseok fetched the small med kit from the shelf and handed it over silently. Jungkook accepted it without looking up, already wrapping Jaehyun’s hand, then Jimin’s arm. His hands moved with military efficiency, but his gaze kept flicking up, hungry, as though needing to see Jimin breathe, to see Jaehyun blinking back at him.
Finally, Jimin exhaled softly, touching Jungkook’s jaw. “We’re here. We’re safe. Breathe, Kookie.”
It was the only thing that made Jungkook pause. His shoulders dropped fractionally, though his eyes still burned, pupils blown wide in fury. He pressed his forehead against Jimin’s for a moment, then against Jaehyun’s, a silent claiming.
The door creaked again, boots approaching with purpose. Yoongi entered, damp from the rain, a dark scowl cut into his face. His gaze flicked to Jimin and Jaehyun...whole, breathing...before he moved toward the shattered window. Without a word, he stepped carefully over the shards, leaned down, and plucked the rock up from the floor.
A rock, its edges slick with rainwater. Painted across one flat surface in dripping neon red was a crude smiley face, black electrical tape around it where the note had been.
Yoongi’s jaw clenched as he turned it in his hand. “They threw it from the rose garden,” he said flatly. “Thirty yards out. Good aim.” He lifted his chin toward Jungkook, expression grim. “He breached the perimeter this time. We found boot prints in the mud leading back to the outer fence. No other trace...no scent, no trail. Whoever it was masked themselves.”
Jungkook’s head snapped toward the rock, the muscle in his jaw ticking as though it might break bone.
Yoongi set the rock down on the desk, voice clipped. “This wasn’t sloppy. They wanted you awake. Wanted you rattled.”
The air thickened instantly, charged with Jungkook’s pheromones, bitter and sharp like ozone before a lightning strike. Jimin instinctively shifted closer, wrapping Jaehyun tighter, shielding him against the storm rolling off their alpha.
Jungkook rose slowly, every inch of him coiled with rage. His voice dropped to something lethal. “Then we hunt them down. And when we do…” his gaze flicked to the rock, then back to Yoongi, eyes blazing, “I’ll make sure they will never use their arms again.”
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The bedroom was dim, the curtains still drawn, the only sound the steady hum of the rain outside and the slow, even breathing of his boys. Jimin blinked awake, head still heavy with restless dreams.
He turned onto his side, gaze softening at the sight before him. Jungkook lay on his back, one strong arm curled protectively around Jaehyun, who was tucked against his chest like a second heartbeat. His alpha’s face, usually carved from hard lines, was softened in sleep...lashes shadowing his cheeks, lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. The sight made something ache in Jimin, fragile and tender.
The balcony door was boarded up now, planks nailed across where glass used to be. The memory of it shattering still made his skin prickle, the sound of it hauntingly sharp in his ears. He tore his gaze away, unwilling to let that panic live in his chest this morning.
Carefully, Jimin slid from the bed. Jungkook stirred but didn’t wake, tightening his hold around their pup instead. Jimin lingered a moment, heart tugging at the image, before padding barefoot into the bathroom.
Steam curled around him as he stepped beneath the spray of the shower, hot water sluicing down his skin, easing the stiffness in his shoulders. He braced a hand against the cool tile, letting the heat wash over him, trying to breathe out the fear that still clung to him like smoke.
But it wasn’t just fear gnawing at him. A low cramp twisted in his belly, sharp enough to make him suck in a breath. He pressed his palm flat against his stomach, biting his lip. It had been happening for nearly two weeks now, on and off, but each day the cramps grew harder to ignore.
His heat. It was coming. And it was coming at the worst possible time.
He exhaled shakily, forehead resting against the tile. Jungkook hadn’t noticed yet...hadn’t caught the subtle shift in his scent. That bought him time. But not much.
He needed to see Jin. For himself, and for Jaehyun too...it had been too long since their last checkup. Jimin knew Jungkook would insist on both of them being healthy, especially now with danger scraping at their doorstep.
Still, the thought lodged in his chest and refused to let go: what about this heat? Should he ask Jin for birth control?
The idea of another pup in this life, with rocks being hurled through windows and men lurking in shadows, terrified him. He wanted Jaehyun safe, wanted to believe in a future where nothing could touch them. Another child might only put them all at greater risk.
And yet…the thought of another tiny heartbeat, another little one curled against his chest, another laugh like Jaehyun’s filling the halls...it warmed him in ways he could barely stand. He closed his eyes, torn between fear and yearning.
The water grew too hot, stinging against his skin, and Jimin finally shut it off. He stepped out, towel-drying quickly, forcing his hands to stop trembling.
Slipping into a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, he sat on the edge of the sink, pulled out his phone, and typed:
Hyung, do you have time to see me and Jaehyun for checkups today?
The message sat heavy until the phone buzzed back a few minutes later.
Anytime. Just bring him down. I’ll see you both.-- Jin
Relief loosened something in his chest. He tucked the phone away, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes looked tired, shadows clinging underneath. But beneath it was determination. He’d take Jaehyun today. He’d face Jin’s gentle questions, maybe even the harder ones about his heat, about pups, about the choices he still hadn’t made.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d figure out what to do before Jungkook realized the truth in his scent.
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That morning as they walked down to the dining room for breakfast, Jimin lifted Jaehyun into his chair at the dining table while Jimin poured him some milk. “We both have appointments with Jin today,” Jimin said softly, glancing at Jungkook.
Jungkook’s dark eyes lifted, sharp with instinctive caution. “Everything okay?” he asked, his tone low and careful, almost a growl.
“Yeah,” Jimin replied smoothly, brushing a hand over Jaehyun’s back. “Just normal checkups. Nothing to worry about.”
Jungkook’s shoulders relaxed fractionally, though his gaze stayed alert. “I’ll be there with you,” he murmured, taking his seat beside Jaehyun.
Jimin shook his head gently, reaching for Jungkook’s hand across the table. “No, alpha. It’s okay. Go to work. It’s just a normal appointment,” he said softly, trying to reassure him.
Jungkook grunted, a short, low sound, and continued eating without another word. His eyes flicked occasionally to Jimin and Jaehyun, still alert, still protective.
The breakfast table was warm but quiet. Jaehyun chattered happily about the toys he wanted to play with after the clinic, his fork moving efficiently through scrambled eggs and toast. Jimin sipped his coffee, glancing occasionally at Jungkook. The alpha’s eyes were sharp, scanning the mansion grounds even now, but there was a softness in the way he watched his mate and pup.
Jimin reached under the table and pressed a hand to Jungkook’s forearm. “Don’t worry, Kookie. We’ll be fine,” he murmured. Jungkook’s hand brushed over his in response, a silent promise of protection.
After breakfast, Jimin helped Jaehyun gather his small bag, packed with toys, drinks, and snacks for the clinic. Jungkook rose smoothly, adjusting his jacket. “Let’s go, I'll walk you both to the clinic.” he said, voice low but firm, protective. He moved past the dining room, a shadow of controlled power, with Jaehyun clinging to Jimin’s hand.
As they made their way through the mansion, the weight of recent threats lingered, but for now, family came first. The quiet confidence of Jungkook walking beside them was a reminder that no matter what, he would keep them safe.
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After Jungkook had kissed them both and told them goodbye, Jungkook’s protective presence still lingered even after he had left for work. Jimin gently set Jaehyun down in the clinic lobby, the little pup bouncing excitedly on his tiny feet. “Come on, little wolf,” Jimin murmured, tugging his son’s hand. “Let’s go see Doctor Jin.”
The moment Jin saw them, his face lit up like a sunrise. “Ah! Our little alpha prince,” he exclaimed, scooping Jaehyun up effortlessly. He exaggerated the weight, wobbling theatrically. “What has your eomma been feeding you? You’re getting heavy!”
Jaehyun squealed in delight, kicking his legs and laughing uncontrollably. “Eomma feeds me good!” he giggled.
Jimin chuckled behind them, shaking his head. “That’s true,” he said, smiling at how full of life his son was.
“Alright, alright, let’s see just how big our little wolf has gotten,” Jin said, setting Jaehyun carefully on the scale. He leaned over, theatrically gasping as the numbers settled. “Forty pounds?! My goodness, little alpha…almost as heavy as your Appa!”
Jaehyun giggled again, sticking a finger in his mouth, clearly enjoying the attention. Jimin laughed too, the sound warm and soft, echoing off the clinic walls.
“Now, height,” Jin said, guiding Jaehyun to stand against the wall. “Let’s see those long legs of yours.” He moved the scale to measure the pup’s height. “Forty inches already?! Where did you get these legs, hmm?” He lifted the hem of his pant leg, comparing it with Jaehyun’s.
The little pup cackled, leaning slightly into Jin’s arms. “I have Appa's long legs!” he shouted, full of pride.
Jin scooped him up again, pretending to roar like a plane as he set Jaehyun gently on the exam table. “Stick your tongue out and say AHHHH!”
Jaehyun obeyed with a big laugh. Jin shone the light down his throat, then leaned closer with a mock-serious tone. “Yup…I can see your wolf down there.”
“Nooo! You can’t see my wolf!” Jaehyun protested, doubling over in laughter. Jin crossed his eyes at him, and the little boy squealed even harder, clutching his stomach.
“Alright, alright, time to check those ears,” Jin said, guiding Jaehyun’s head gently as he shone the light into each ear. “Aha…just as I suspected. Very dirty ears.”
“My ears aren’t dirty! Eomma washes them every night!” Jaehyun gasped, indignant.
Jin laughed and pinched the pup’s nose. “I’m just joking, little alpha. They’re squeaky clean. Perfectly healthy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small lollipop. “For being such a brave boy, here...this is for you.”
Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled as he unwrapped it eagerly. Jimin watched with a soft, proud smile as his son savored the treat.
“Now, go sit at the kids’ table and color while I check Eomma’s ears,” Jin instructed.
Jaehyun puffed up his little chest. “Eomma’s ears are clean too! Appa licks them every night!”
Jimin froze, heat rising to his cheeks. Jin’s smirk was subtle but knowing. “Oh? Is that so?” he said, eyebrows raised.
“He...uh…he’s just joking,” Jimin mumbled, trying not to laugh, but a warm blush spread across his face.
Jin motioned for Jimin to take a seat on the exam chair, giving him a reassuring smile. “Alright, Eomma, let’s make sure you’re doing well too,” he said, his tone warm but professional.
Jimin let out a quiet sigh, shoulders relaxing slightly as he settled in. “It’s…been a stressful few weeks,” he admitted, glancing toward Jaehyun, who was happily coloring a rainbow at the kids’ table.
Jin nodded knowingly. “I can imagine. Between everything that’s been happening with the intruder and managing your little alpha…it’s a lot.”
Jimin nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah…and, um…I think my heat is coming soon,” he murmured, a flush creeping up his neck. “I’ve been ignoring it, but the cramps are getting stronger.”
Jin raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “I see. That’s important to stay on top of.” He tapped his pen thoughtfully. “Are you thinking about…birth control?”
Jimin hesitated, eyes dropping. “I…I don’t know. With everything happening, with Jungkook…I just…I don’t want to bring another pup into this mess. I don't want to add more burden to Jungkook. But at the same time…” His voice trailed, a warmth spreading in his chest at the thought of another little one.
Jin nodded, resting a hand on Jimin’s arm. “That’s not something I can decide for you,” he said gently. “But I’d highly suggest talking to Jungkook about it. He deserves to be part of the decision, and honestly…he’ll want to protect you and your little one no matter what.”
Jimin exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. “Yeah…you’re right. I guess I just needed to hear that.”
Jin smiled softly. “Good. We’ll get you checked out, make sure you’re healthy, and then you can have that conversation with your alpha.” He started the exam, moving with practiced care, checking vitals and asking gentle questions.
Jimin relaxed further, glancing over at Jaehyun and feeling his heart swell as he watched the pup’s little hands move across the page, focused on his coloring. “He’s growing so fast,” Jimin murmured to himself.
Jin glanced up, following his gaze. “Yes…and he’s a strong little alpha. You’re both doing a great job raising him, Jimin.”
Jimin’s eyes softened. “Thanks…we just want to keep him safe. Always.”
Jin’s smile deepened, almost knowing, but he didn’t push. He finished the exam quickly and efficiently, making Jimin feel cared for but not embarrassed. “Everything looks good. Healthy, strong, ready for your heat, and...” he gave a teasing smirk, “...with a little talk with your alpha, you’ll be just fine.”
Jimin chuckled softly, a blush still warming his cheeks. “Yeah…I guess I better start thinking about that conversation.”
Jin patted his shoulder gently. “You’ll figure it out. You’re an incredible Eomma, Jimin. Both of your wolves are lucky to have you.”
Jimin swallowed, eyes moist, heart full. “I just…I love them so much.”
Jin’s smile was quiet but approving. “I know. That’s all that matters. And remember...this is your life, your family. You have a say in everything.”
Jimin nodded, feeling both the weight and the warmth of that responsibility. His gaze flicked to Jaehyun, then thought of Jungkook upstairs working, protecting them even when they weren’t aware. He knew he’d have to tell his alpha soon...but for now, he let himself breathe, letting the security of Jin’s presence and the laughter of his son fill him with peace.
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That night, after Jaehyun’s bath and bedtime story, the pup was drowsy and pliant, curls sticking damp to his forehead. Jungkook lingered in the small room long after Jimin had whispered goodnight. He smoothed the blanket up to Jaehyun’s chin and pressed a kiss to the soft skin of his forehead.
Bam had already hopped onto the toddler bed, curling his big frame protectively around Jaehyun. The pup’s little hand rested trustingly against the dog’s fur. Jungkook’s chest warmed at the sight, pride and love mixing with the ever-present steel edge of vigilance.
He bent down, voice low and commanding as he brushed his hand along Bam’s back.
“Bam. Protect. Do not let anyone near my pup.”
The Doberman's ears perked, muscles tense beneath the alpha’s hand. A low growl rumbled in his chest, tail flicking once before he resettled, pressing closer to Jaehyun’s side. That promise was enough to let Jungkook exhale, though he still cast one last sweeping glance across the darkened room before turning away.
At the doorway, Jimin leaned against the frame, wearing one of Jungkook’s oversized white shirts. It slipped off one shoulder, brushing against his bare thighs. His hair was soft and loose, cheeks faintly pink from the bath steam. Jungkook froze, struck by the sight, chest tightening with a rush of want and something deeper...protectiveness so sharp it bordered on pain.
He crossed the room in a few strides, big hands finding Jimin’s hips. Instinct had him lower his head to scent him, lips brushing the omega’s throat before his teeth grazed the tender skin over his scent gland. Jimin shivered, the sound catching in his throat as he tilted his head, yielding.
Wordless, he tugged Jungkook back toward their room. The alpha followed willingly, allowing himself to be guided until Jimin pushed him gently down onto the couch. Sliding into his lap, Jimin straddled him, warm thighs bracketing his hips. Jungkook wrapped him up instantly, arms caging him in, rumbling vibrating low in his chest as though keeping his mate close could anchor the world itself.
“I…I need to talk to you,” Jimin whispered, voice fragile against the steady thrum of Jungkook’s pulse. His fingers twisted in the hem of the alpha’s shirt. “Something important. You deserve to be part of this decision too.”
Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “What decision?”
Jimin’s lashes lowered, shame flickering across his features. “My heat…it’s coming soon.” A swallow, nervous. “And I…I was wondering if maybe we should use birth control this time.”
The words struck harder than a bullet. Jungkook stilled, the breath caught in his chest. His pride...the raw, instinctive drive of an alpha who had vowed to provide and protect...writhed with hurt. “Birth control…you don't want my pups?” His voice rasped, low and rough, edged with disbelief.
Jimin’s head jerked up, eyes wide, panicked at the pain in his alpha’s tone. “It’s not that I don’t want...” His voice broke, cheeks flushing as tears pooled. “It’s just…with everything happening. The intruder, the threats. I didn’t want to add to your burden, Alpha.”
The words “burden” snapped something in Jungkook. His hands tightened at Jimin’s waist, pulling him flush until their hearts pressed together, until there was no space for such fear to breathe. His voice was hoarse, trembling with wounded pride. “Have I…failed you as your alpha?”
Tears spilled hot down Jimin’s cheeks. He shook his head frantically, cupping Jungkook’s face between trembling palms. “No! Never. You protect me better than anyone could. I just...” his breath hitched...“I'm scared. I don’t want to make things harder for you.”
Jungkook inhaled shakily, the scent of his omega’s honesty cutting through the sting. He buried his face against Jimin’s neck, inhaling the sweetness of his pheromones already tinted with heat. “You and our pups could never be a burden,” he swore, low and possessive. “Ever. You are my life. And I would protect them…all of them.”
Jimin’s lips quivered, a confession trembling free before he could stop it. “I want all your pups, Alpha. Every one. I’m just…afraid.”
The alpha cupped the back of his mate’s neck, thumb stroking soothingly as he pressed their foreheads together. “Do you want me to give you another pup during this heat?” His voice was rough, almost desperate. “If not…I’ll honor your choice. We’ll use birth control. But tell me, Jimin. Tell your alpha what you want.”
The omega shuddered, slick already soaking the thin cotton of his shirt where it clung to his thighs. His voice was barely audible. “I want your pup. Another one…just like Jaehyun. How could I not?”
Jungkook’s heart twisted, love and possession burning molten in his veins. He kissed Jimin’s temple, then his lips, whispering against them, “Then Alpha will give you all the pups you want. And I will protect them. Every single one.”
Their kiss turned desperate, Jimin’s whimpers spilling against Jungkook’s mouth as the alpha’s hands gripped his ass cheeks and spread them wide. A big hand slipped beneath the shirt, then moved up to the heat of his dripping hole. A finger teased at his entrance, slick coating easily. He pressed in slow, deliberate, savoring Jimin’s trembling gasp. Another followed, stretching him, curling just right until Jimin rocked helplessly in his lap.
Jimin’s thighs quivered as Jungkook’s fingers moved inside him, slow but relentless, stretching him open with careful precision. Slick coated the alpha’s hand, dripping down his wrist, evidence of how badly Jimin’s body craved him. Jimin whined into his mouth, kissing him like he couldn’t breathe without it, every little sound swallowed between their lips.
“Ride my fingers,” Jungkook murmured against him, voice dark velvet, an order wrapped in love.
Jimin’s breath hitched, but he obeyed, rolling his hips down, taking the thick digits deeper. His walls fluttered around them, slick squelching as he moved, and Jungkook groaned low in his chest at the sight...his perfect omega, so eager, so pliant. Jimin clutched at his shoulders, trembling, the stretch almost too much but made bearable by the way his alpha’s gaze never left his face.
“Good boy,” Jungkook praised, curling his fingers until Jimin gasped brokenly, tears shining in his lashes. “So perfect for me.”
By the time Jungkook slid his hand away and lined up his big cock at Jimin's sopping wet entrance, Jimin was already keening, body begging for the next step. The blunt head pressed against his hole, and Jimin whimpered, back arching as his body yielded to the slow, steady push inside. Inch by inch, Jungkook filled him, until there was nothing left between them, until Jimin was split apart by him completely.
“Ah...Kook,” Jimin choked, nails digging into his shoulders. “So full…always so full…”
The alpha’s jaw tightened, a growl vibrating against Jimin’s throat as he stilled deep inside, letting him adjust. His big hands smoothed up and down Jimin’s back, grounding him, even as the primal need to rut hard clawed at his spine. When Jimin shifted, rolling his hips with a soft moan, Jungkook lost the last shred of restraint.
He set a rhythm...slow, grinding thrusts that rocked them both into the couch, their bodies sliding together slick with sweat. Jimin sobbed softly at every drag and press, his chest heaving, lips trembling with words he couldn’t form.
“Look at you,” Jungkook growled against his ear, teeth dragging over the sensitive shell before biting down hard enough to make Jimin cry out. “So needy, so wet...my little omega begging for more pups.”
Jimin’s nails raked down Jungkook’s back, voice breaking as his body clenched around the thick length stretching him... pounding in and out of him. “Kook...ahh, it’s too much...I can’t...”
“Yes, you can,” Jungkook growled, slamming in harder, his knot swelling with each punishing thrust. “You’ll take it. You’ll take every drop I give you. That’s what you were made for.”
As Jungkook’s knot began to swell, Jimin gasped, clinging to him tighter. The stretch was deep, intense, but it felt like coming home. He buried his face in Jungkook’s neck, tears dampening the alpha’s skin, his voice breaking.
“Please…don’t stop. Knot me…make me yours, Kook.”
Jungkook growled low, primal and possessive, as his knot pushed fully inside, locking them together. Jimin cried out at the stretch, at the overwhelming fullness, but it melted into shuddering relief as their bodies sealed.
The omega clung with everything he had, arms and legs wrapped tight, whispering brokenly against Jungkook’s skin, “I’m yours…forever. Always.”
Jungkook’s thrusts slowed, grinding deep as his release spilled hot and heavy inside, filling him until slick overflowed around the knot. His lips pressed to Jimin’s temple, damp hair sticking to his skin, voice ragged but full of reverence.
“Mine,” he growled, and softer, almost a prayer...“My Jimin. My omega. My everything.”
Jimin sobbed against him, but it wasn’t fear anymore...it was release, safety, surrender. In Jungkook’s arms, he was home.
And just down the hall, a pup and his loyal guard dog slept soundly, untouched by the storm of heat and devotion, safe beneath the roof of an alpha who would give his life before letting anything break the family he held in his arms.
Chapter 25
Summary:
Jungkook reinforces Jimin's nest.
Jimin's heat arrives.
Notes:
And another chapter down. I have the next four chapters already written. I'll try and post another one tonight.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The office lights were dimmed low, casting a warm amber glow over the dark wood shelves and heavy desk. The faint hum of Jungkook’s computer filled the silence, mingling with the soft tick of the old clock on the wall.
Jaehyun had long since passed out on the rug in front of the large TV mounted on the wall in the corner, Bam curled protectively at his side, the pup’s head resting against Jaehyun’s tiny back. The soft rhythm of their breathing was a lullaby in the otherwise quiet room.
Jimin, however, hadn’t left Jungkook’s office all evening. His preheat had been clawing at him, leaving him restless and unbearably clingy. He didn’t want to be more than a few feet from his alpha, not when his skin felt too hot, too sensitive, every brush of fabric making his chest tight.
He curled himself up in the leather chair beside Jungkook’s, legs tucked beneath him, leaning into the pull of his mate’s presence. His scent was faintly sweet with the edge of preheat, not full-blown yet, but enough to tug at Jungkook’s instincts like a hook buried deep in his chest.
Jungkook had tried to focus on work, but his eyes kept drifting back to Jimin...small, warm, gaze fixed on him like he was the only anchor left in the world. His alpha instincts were wound tight after the intruder incident, and having his omega this soft, this vulnerable, right beside him only sharpened them further.
Finally, Jungkook closed the file he’d been staring at and turned toward him fully. His arm stretched along the back of Jimin’s chair, not quite touching, but close enough that the weight of his presence pressed like a shield around him.
“Jimin,” Jungkook said at last, voice low and rough. His dark eyes were blown wide, his control stretched thin by the heady mix of fear and desire. “Next week…your heat will come.”
Jimin’s cheeks warmed, and his gaze dropped to his lap. Just hearing it aloud made his body thrum with nervous anticipation. “I know.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, throat bobbing as he swallowed. “I’ve been thinking,” he said carefully, like every word was weighed, “it may not be safe for you here. Not after that intruder. I should take you and Jaehyun to one of my safe houses.”
Jimin’s head shot up, lips parting in quiet protest. “A safe house?” His voice came sharper than he meant, panic threading the word. “No…I don’t want that. I don’t want to leave my nest, Jungkook.”
His voice trembled on that word...nest...and Jungkook felt it like a punch to the chest. He reached forward immediately, cupping Jimin’s face in both hands.
“Baby…listen to me. I just want you safe. The thought of someone breaking in while you’re...” his nostrils flared, his control threatening to slip, “...while you’re needy, swollen with heat, unable to fight back...it makes me homicidal.”
A soft whine slipped out of Jimin before he could stop it, fragile and raw. Jungkook’s hands tightened on his cheeks, the sound ripping straight through him.
“I can’t bear the thought of anyone even looking at you like that,” Jungkook rasped. His eyes burned with something dangerous. “I’d tear them apart.”
Jimin leaned into the warmth of his touch, body softening. “I don’t want to be locked away somewhere strange. I want my nest. My blankets. My pup. My alpha.” His glossy eyes lifted, determined despite the tremble in his lips. “I want you with me, not some strange, empty house with guards.”
Jungkook’s chest ached at the plea. He would prefer they go to a safe house, but he'd never been one to deny his love anything. His omega’s trust, his need, cut deeper than his fear ever could. He pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, breathing in his scent, grounding himself in it.
“Then we stay,” Jungkook murmured, the words a vow. “You in our nest, and Jaehyun nearby. I’ll make this house a fortress. I’ll patrol every inch, reinforce everything, flood this place with guards if I have to. No one...no one...will get near you.”
Jimin’s breath caught, shaky and soft. “I trust you, Alpha.”
The word unraveled him. A deep growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest as he pulled Jimin onto his lap, settling him snug against his broad frame. Jimin melted instantly, clutching at his shirt, soaking in the firm wall of his alpha’s body against his own overheated skin.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook whispered, lips brushing against his temple, trailing kisses down the side of his face to the delicate curve of his jaw. “Every inch of you. Safe in your nest, with your alpha. That’s how it should be.”
Jimin whimpered, every brush of Jungkook’s lips leaving his preheat-sensitive body twitching.
“Alpha…” His voice cracked, high and needy without meaning to.
Jungkook’s growl deepened, but he kept his control, burying his face in Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing the mating bite there in a phantom promise. Jimin shuddered, clutching at him tighter.
“I’ll protect you,” Jungkook swore against his throat. “From the intruder, from the world, from everything. You’ll ride out your heat in my arms, in your nest, with our pup safe nearby. No one will touch you but me. No one will ever touch you but me.”
Jimin moaned faintly, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his alpha’s vow. His thighs shifted restlessly in Jungkook’s lap, heat curling in his belly, but he flushed when he felt the answering hardness beneath him.
Jungkook held him tighter, growling low and possessive as he buried his face deeper in his neck. “Not yet, baby. Not yet. But soon. When your heat comes, I’ll claim you again and again until you can’t even remember your own name. Until the only thing you know is that you’re mine.”
Jimin whimpered softly, trembling in his arms...overwhelmed, but safe. Exactly where he wanted to be.
On the floor, Jaehyun shifted in his sleep and Bam lifted his head, watching with protective eyes before settling back down. The quiet of the office pressed in, but wrapped in his alpha’s arms, Jimin knew no darkness could ever reach him.
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The study was suffocating with the weight of silence. The blinds open wide, afternoon sun stretching across the shelves of books and leather-bound files, while the faint hum of security cameras filled the space like static. Papers littered the desk, security reports piled high, but Jungkook hadn’t read a single line in the last half hour. His whiskey glass sweated on the wood, untouched.
He sat forward in the leather chair, elbows braced on his knees, his thumb rubbing raw at the inside of his palm. His leg bounced restlessly, the sharp click of his heel against the floor the only sound in the room. He looked like a wolf trapped in a cage too small, the air around him thick with restless, warning pheromones.
The door opened quietly. Hoseok stepped inside, his presence gentle, like he was careful not to spook a predator on edge. He closed the door with a click and leaned against it, watching Jungkook.
“You’re brooding,” Hoseok said at last, his voice calm, threaded with warmth.
Jungkook didn’t look up. His jaw flexed. “I’m thinking.”
“Thinking doesn’t usually smell like scorched spices.” Hoseok crossed the room and perched against the edge of the desk, glancing at the reports scattered there. “Or look like you’re about to claw through the floorboards.”
Jungkook’s nostrils flared, and he finally met Hoseok’s eyes. His own were sharp, rimmed red with sleeplessness, pupils blown wide with the intensity of his instincts. “His heat is days away, Hoseok. Days. And there’s an intruder slipping through my walls like a fucking ghost.” He slammed a fist into the desk, rattling the whiskey glass. “You tell me how I’m supposed to keep him safe when I can’t even see the threat.”
“You already know how,” Hoseok answered evenly. “You’d throw yourself in front of a bullet if it came to that. You’d die before you let anyone lay a hand on him.”
“That’s not enough!” The roar ripped out of Jungkook before he could hold it back, deep and raw from his chest. He pushed up from his chair, pacing the room in harsh strides, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “I want him in the safe house with reinforced walls, steel doors, no fucking windows. But when I told him...” His voice broke, jagged. “He looked at me like I’d betrayed him. Like I was ripping the ground out from under his feet.”
Hoseok studied him quietly, letting Jungkook’s fury run its course before he spoke. “Because for Jimin, his nest is more than blankets and pillows. It’s where he feels like he can breathe. You take that from him, he won’t feel safe...he’ll feel stolen from.”
Jungkook froze mid-stride, his back to Hoseok, shoulders shaking. His voice came out low, dangerous. “I don’t give a damn what he feels if it means he’s alive.”
“Yes, you do,” Hoseok countered softly, but firm. “That’s why you’re in here unraveling instead of already dragging him to the safe house. You care more about how he feels than your own sanity, Jungkook. Don’t lie to me...and don’t lie to yourself.”
The words hit their mark. Jungkook’s shoulders dropped a fraction, though his fists stayed clenched. His breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling like he was holding back another growl.
Hoseok’s tone softened further, voice like steady hands on a wound. “Reinforce the nest. Put guards at every exit. Lock every window, board the balcony doors, wire the doors, keep him surrounded outside the nest by your men. Let him stay where he feels safe...and you stay in there with him through the whole heat. He doesn’t need steel walls. He needs you. That’s the strongest shield he could have.”
Jungkook turned finally, eyes blazing, dark and sharp as obsidian. His voice came out hoarse. “If that bastard comes near him while he’s vulnerable...”
“You’ll rip him apart,” Hoseok interrupted, without hesitation. “We both know it. But listen to me: the real fight right now isn’t out there. It’s making sure Jimin doesn’t think he’s a prisoner. He’s already yours, Kook. Don’t make him feel caged when all he wants is your arms around him.”
Jungkook stared at him, chest heaving. Slowly, the storm inside him shifted, his expression twisting with something raw and aching. His head tipped back, eyes closing, a growl rumbling low in his throat...not angry now, but protective. Possessive. “Mine,” he whispered. Then louder, more certain: “He’s mine. No one touches him.”
“And he knows that,” Hoseok murmured, a faint smile curling his lips. “That’s why he clings to you even when he’s scared. Trust that bond.”
Jungkook’s chest heaved with a shaky breath, but the lines on his face didn’t ease. “And Jaehyun? He can’t be here during it. I don’t want him exposed to…to the things he’s too young to understand.”
Hoseok nodded, unsurprised. He let a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth, a touch of warmth breaking through the seriousness. “Then let him stay with Namjoon and Jin for a few days. He’ll be with Min-gi, and you know he and Min-gi love each other. He'll be right down the hall from you.”
Jungkook frowned, protective instinct still gnawing at him. “And if something happens?”
“Nothing will happen,” Hoseok said firmly, leaning forward, eyes sharp. “You know Namjoon. That alpha would fight a bear before he let anyone touch the pups. You trust him with your life, Kook. Trust him with Jaehyun’s too.”
For the first time all night, Jungkook exhaled something close to relief. His shoulders slumped, and he dragged a hand through his hair, the fight draining out of him just a little. “Yeah…you’re right. He’d protect them. Always has.”
The alpha exhaled hard through his nose, running his hands over his face. He dropped back into the chair heavily, but his spine straightened with new resolve. When his eyes lifted again, they were cold and lethal. “Then we fortify the nest. I’ll stay with him through his heat. And if that intruder breathes near his door...” His lips curled into a vicious smile. “I’ll make sure his last breath is a scream.”
Hoseok nodded once, satisfied. “That’s the don I know.”
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Later that day, Jungkook found Jimin on the bed, half-buried in their nest of blankets. The omega was restless, tugging one pillow into place only to push it away a heartbeat later. His cheeks were pink, lips parted, scent drifting sweeter than honey...preheat tugging at him inch by inch.
“Baby,” Jungkook said softly, leaning on the doorframe.
Jimin startled, then offered a small smile. “You’re brooding. I can feel it from here.”
Jungkook walked over and sank down at the edge of the nest, pulling him close until Jimin was kneeling between his thighs. His big hands fit around Jimin’s waist, thumbs stroking slow circles.
“I talked to Hoseok,” Jungkook murmured. “We’ve made some decisions.”
Jimin tilted his head, watching him with wide eyes.
“Jaehyun’s going to stay with Namjoon and Jin during your heat,” Jungkook said carefully, expecting protest. “He’ll be with Min-gi. He'll be safe, spoiled, and out of reach. Namjoon will protect him with his life ”
For a moment, Jimin’s lips parted in resistance. His hand fluttered against Jungkook’s chest like he wanted to argue and protest. But then he let out a breath and leaned his forehead against his alpha’s.
“He’ll love it,” Jimin admitted softly. “He hates leaving Min-gi. And…I know Jin will fuss over him and take care of him.”
Jungkook kissed him, lingering, grateful for the trust. Then he pulled back, his voice dropping low, rough. “That’s settled. Now we make sure no one even dreams of getting close to you.”
Jimin hummed and leaned closer to his alpha.
Jungkook’s gaze flicked toward the hallway. “Where’s Jaehyun?” he asked, voice low, almost a growl, the alpha’s concern sharpening at the mention of his pup.
Jimin leaned back slightly, brushing a hand over Jungkook’s chest. “He’s in his room,” he murmured, voice soft. “Taking a nap. I just checked on him. He’s sleeping soundly.”
Jungkook’s hand lingered on Jimin’s hip, thumb tracing small, protective circles. Relief threaded through his tension, but it was brief. His sharp senses caught something that made his chest tighten.
Jimin’s scent...always his marker, always his pull...was sweeter than usual, delicate and intoxicating. It tugged at every instinct in Jungkook, sending a ripple of desire and possessiveness through him.
“Two days,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Jimin, eyes narrowing as he inhaled deeply. “Two days until it hits… at the most.”
Jimin shivered slightly under his touch, the movement subtle but enough to make Jungkook’s hands tighten. He leaned down, brushing his nose along the curve of Jimin’s neck, inhaling that warm, lemon honeyed scent.
“You’re already mine, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and rough. “And when it comes, no one’s getting near you. Not anyone.”
Jimin’s lips parted, a soft whimper escaping. “I know, Alpha,” he whispered, pressing a hand to Jungkook’s chest. “I trust you…always.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he pulled him closer, curling around him like a protective barrier. “Good,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Because I’ll be guarding you with everything I am…nothing and no one will touch my omega or our pup.”
He paused, letting the words sink in, then pulled back just enough to look Jimin in the eyes. “We’re going to reinforce this room,” he said, voice firm, low and decisive. “When your heat hits, this nest will be your fortress. Thick locks, alarms, blackout curtains…Taehyung will stand guard outside the door, cameras on every angle, no one will get close. You’ll be completely safe here.”
Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of awe and relief coloring his expression. “You…you’ll do all that?” he whispered, almost disbelieving.
“Every bit,” Jungkook promised, thumb stroking the curve of Jimin’s hip. “Your nest will be impenetrable. I’ll make sure you’re protected…and I’ll be right here, with you, every second.”
He lingered there, chest pressed against Jimin’s, letting the warmth, the scent, and the closeness anchor both of them in the fragile calm before the storm of Jimin’s heat. Two days. Two days until it would arrive in full force...and Jungkook would make sure his omega was safe, secure, and utterly his.
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By the next morning, the mansion no longer felt like a home...it was a fortress, every corner sharpened with intent. The hum of drills, the snap of locks, the faint whir of a drone overhead formed a tense, almost rhythmic backdrop to Jungkook’s pacing.
He moved like a predator through the halls, eyes scanning every detail, every shadow. Floodlights had been installed along the south and east walls, their sharp beams slicing through the morning mist. Cameras swiveled smoothly on their mounts, yet Jungkook crouched to check angles, leaned close to see the feed from his tablet, then raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction. “Too high. Lower it by two degrees...get the blind spots.”
Inside, their nest was a hive of activity. Hoseok’s calm voice cut through the clatter. “Blackout curtains here. Reinforced locks on this frame. Silent alarms trip straight to your phone. Pheromone-neutralizing spray along the vents.”
Jungkook didn’t just hear him. He watched every motion, every placement of every device, circling the nest like a wolf guarding its mate. He tugged at a curtain, checking for gaps, pressed along the lock mechanisms, testing their rigidity. One corner of the nest felt slightly uneven...he pressed and pushed until the mattress and blankets aligned perfectly. Even the pillows had to be exactly where he wanted, forming a protective barrier around Jimin.
“Too far over,” he muttered, pressing a hand over the edge of the window frame. “Move the sensor three inches closer to the corner. I don’t want any intrusion points, Hoseok.”
His hands were never still. He touched the reinforced locks, slid the security tablet across the table to check camera angles, then returned to the nest, pressing a palm over the blankets as if he could imprint safety into them physically. He adjusted pillows, re-tied cords holding the blackout curtains tight, and double-checked the alarm triggers. Every wire, every lock, every silent sensor was scrutinized, poked, tested, prodded. Nothing could be left to chance.
“Everything is connected to my phone,” he muttered to himself, voice low and tense. “Any movement, any…anomaly…I’ll see it before it sees him.”
Even as men worked around him, installing cameras and testing sensors, Jungkook felt the tight coil of vigilance in his chest. He couldn’t relax...not yet. Jimin was days away from heat, sweet, vulnerable, and pliant, and somewhere out there, the shadow of the intruder still lingered in his mind.
Nothing was fast enough. Nothing was strong enough. Nothing...except his relentless focus, his absolute control, and the promise that when the time came, his omega would be utterly safe.
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They had been waiting for this day...Jimin’s heat was expected to begin anytime now.
“Eomma! Appa! Can we bring the blanket? And my rocket ship too?” he squealed, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Jaehyun was a blur of motion, bouncing from one side of the room to the other, gathering socks, shirts, and his favorite plushies with manic energy. His little feet pounded softly against the floor, and his giggles echoed through the hall.
Jimin chuckled, crouching to scoop up a few stray toys. “Of course, baby. We’ll pack everything you need.” He smoothed down Jaehyun’s hair and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.
Jungkook leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room. Even in this playful chaos, his alpha instincts never rested. Every movement, every shadow, every sound was catalogued in his mind. He smiled faintly at Jaehyun’s energy but kept his gaze sharp...always alert.
Jimin took a deep breath and crouched to Jaehyun’s level. “Alright, little wolf,” he said, voice calm and patient. “You’re going to stay with Jin, Namjoon, and Min-gi for three days while Eomma is in his nest.”
Jaehyun froze mid-bounce, brows knitting together. “Three days? How many is three days?”
Jimin held up three fingers, wiggling them playfully. “This many, pup. Just three fingers.”
Jaehyun’s shoulders slumped a little, his lips pouting. “But…I’ll miss you,” he said softly. Then, a little brightening, he added, “Can you…can you and Appa scent my favorite blanket? That way I won’t be sad.”
Jimin smiled warmly, leaning down to press his scent into the soft fabric. “Of course, baby. Alpha too,” he said, nodding to Jungkook. Jungkook crouched beside him, burying his nose into the blanket, leaving his own protective pheromones trailing along the fibers. Jaehyun pressed it to his cheek, eyes lighting up. “There,” Jimin murmured. “Now your blanket smells like all of us. You won’t feel alone.”
Jimin smiles and ruffles his hair. “They have so many things planned for you. Movies, popcorn, snacks…and you’ll be with Bam too.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened slightly. Bam accompanying Jaehyun would ease a piece of the alpha’s worry, knowing his loyal dog would protect the pup with unwavering devotion.
Jaehyun’s eyes lit up. “Bam’s coming too? Yay!” He threw himself into Jimin’s arms, hugging tight, pressing kisses across his cheeks. Jimin held him close, murmuring soft reassurances.
“Now…kiss Appa before we go,” Jimin prompted gently.
Jungkook moved instinctively, pulling Jaehyun close. He buried his nose in the boy’s hair, inhaling deeply, drowning in the scent of his pup...the innocence, the sweetness, the faint traces of Bam clinging to him. His chest rumbled low, a sound of contentment and protection that vibrated through Jaehyun’s small body.
Jaehyun, comforted and soothed, gave a tiny, delighted rumble in response, a sound neither Jimin nor Jungkook had heard him make before. It was raw and untrained, a small alpha emerging in his own right. Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride.
“Good boy,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with emotion. “So brave, so strong.”
With Jaehyun packed and Bam happily prancing alongside him, Jimin and Jungkook walked the pup down to Namjoon and Jin’s part of the mansion. As soon as the door opened, the boys bolted for Min-gi’s room, laughter and shouts filling the space. Bam followed closely behind, ears perked, tail wagging, already patrolling their play area.
Namjoon turned to Jimin and Jungkook. “Don’t worry. We’ve got him,” he said firmly. “He’ll be safe, spoiled, and happy.”
Jin added warmly, “We’ll take care of him. You just focus on each other.”
Jimin’s shoulders relaxed, and Jungkook nodded, though his chest still burned with a quiet edge of concern. He reached for Jimin’s hand, fingers curling firmly around his omega’s smaller ones, grounding them both. Together, they left the bustle of the hall behind, footsteps soft against the polished floors. The mansion still thrummed with distant activity...cameras being checked, locks tested, guards changing posts...but Jungkook kept his gaze only on Jimin, leading him deeper into the safety of their private wing.
The reinforced nest waited, shadows softened by blackout curtains, the air thick with the quiet hum of security. Jungkook drew Jimin inside, settling him into the cocoon of blankets and pillows he had obsessively prepared. With a final glance at the locked door, Jungkook lowered himself beside him, the world outside fading.
Together, they waited for Jimin’s heat to come.
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The mansion was fortress-quiet. Outside, the hum of generators and the low crackle of radios drifted through the stillness, layered beneath the steady rhythm of booted footsteps. Guards moved in tripled rotations, their paths crossing in disciplined arcs that Yoongi had ordered himself. Floodlights cut the lawn into unnatural brightness, leaving no place for shadows to gather.
Inside the master suite, though, Jungkook could still feel them.
He stalked the length of the room naked, like a predator trapped in too small a cage, every muscle tight, shoulders squared. His eyes flicked constantly to the surveillance screen on the wall...north entrance clear, east corridor clear, the outer gates holding. He checked it once, twice, again, as though staring hard enough might conjure the threat before it reached them.
His bare feet were silent against the floor, but the restless energy he radiated was deafening. His wolf clawed at him, demanding vigilance, demanding action.
Behind him, the nest rustled softly. Jimin’s voice, drowsy and warm, broke the silence.
“Kook…”
Jungkook didn’t turn. He was already at the window, checking the blackout curtains with fingers that trembled from tension. They were sealed, of course...they had been sealed the last three times he tugged at them. Still, he adjusted them, jaw clenched, breath harsh.
“Jungkook,” Jimin called again, more insistent now.
The alpha pivoted sharply, chest rising and falling like he’d just come in from a run. His gaze was wild, pupils blown wide from too much adrenaline and too little sleep. For a moment, he looked almost feral.
Jimin sat up slowly in the nest, naked, hair mussed and eyes heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed from the creeping heat that curled in his blood. The sight of him...all luscious curves, fragile, beautiful, sweetly scented...only stoked Jungkook’s panic further. His fists curled at his sides.
“You’re driving yourself insane,” Jimin whispered gently, watching him with soft, worried eyes.
Jungkook shook his head sharply, pacing again. “I can’t just…I can’t just lie there, baby. He’s out there. He wants you.” His voice dropped to a snarl, low and dangerous. “The thought of him breathing near you...of him even thinking about you...” His words broke off into a growl, his whole body trembling with the need to do something.
Jimin’s heart clenched. He reached out one small hand, palm open, as if calling a wolf back from the edge. “Then stop standing so far away. You’re guarding me, but you’re not here with me.”
Jungkook froze, caught between instinct and need. His wolf screamed to keep moving, keep checking, keep pacing, but Jimin’s voice tugged at something deeper.
“Come to bed, Kook. Please.”
The alpha moved slowly at first, every step reluctant, like dragging chains behind him. When he finally reached the nest, Jimin didn’t give him a chance to second-guess...he caught his wrist and tugged, guiding all that restless strength down into the tangle of blankets and pillows.
Jungkook collapsed stiffly at first, like a soldier forced off guard. But then Jimin curled into him, warm and soft, and everything shifted.
The scent hit him hardest...Jimin’s omega musk, thick with approaching heat, golden and intoxicating. It poured over his senses, grounding him better than any guard rotation or camera feed ever could. His chest loosened on a rough exhale, his hand moving instinctively to spread wide across Jimin’s waist, holding, shielding.
Jimin nuzzled into the strong column of his throat, pressing little kisses there just to soothe. “See? This is where you’re supposed to be.”
Something inside Jungkook cracked at those words. His wolf, frantic and pacing, finally quieted...because here, Jimin was under his body, under his palm, safe and claimed and his.
“You’re my whole world, baby,” Jungkook whispered, voice raw, mouth pressed into Jimin’s hair. “I’ll burn everything down before I let anyone near you.”
Jimin hummed softly, eyelids already heavy again. He clutched at Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him closer. “Then stay. Guard me from right here.”
And for the first time since the scare, Jungkook obeyed. He let the cameras run, let Taehyung’s shadow guard the door, let Yoongi’s orders hold the perimeter. He sank into the nest, burying himself in Jimin’s warmth, and finally...finally...let himself rest.
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Their nest, their bedroom was quiet, intimate, and heavy with anticipation. Fingers tangled in hair and brushed along shoulders, tracing the familiar curves and muscles they knew so well. Kisses trailed from jawline to neck, gentle at first, then more insistent, grounding each other in the warmth and safety of their shared nest.
Jimin shivered beneath Jungkook’s hands, the subtle shifts of his preheat teasing at him, tugging at his nerves with sweet, insistent tension. His scent was thickening, heady, almost intoxicating, curling around Jungkook and pulling the alpha in closer. Jungkook’s fingers were everywhere...soothing along Jimin’s spine, teasing along the small of his back, possessive and tender all at once.
Jimin’s breaths grew shallow, hips tilting into Jungkook’s hands almost without thought. “Alpha...I...” he started, voice breaking slightly.
Jungkook pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him gently. “Shh…you don’t need words, baby. Just let me feel you. Let me hold you.”
But then it hit...a sudden, sharp twist in Jimin’s lower stomach that made him gasp and double over instinctively. A soft whimper escaped him, high and fragile. Jungkook’s head snapped up, eyes wide with instinctual recognition, heart tightening at the sight of his omega in sudden, vulnerable pain.
“Baby?” Jungkook murmured urgently, cupping Jimin’s face, thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. “Talk to me. What’s happening?”
Jimin clung to him, trembling, tears threatening to spill. “Alpha…it hurts…it’s…it’s starting…"
Jungkook’s chest constricted, a low, guttural rumble vibrating through him. He pressed Jimin close, lips brushing along the curve of his neck, inhaling sharply the sweet, potent scent of his omega’s heat beginning to bloom. “I know,” he murmured, voice low, rough, heavy with possessive need. “Your heat…it’s here. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”
Jimin shivered, pressing his face against Jungkook’s chest, arms curling tight around him. “I…I don’t…I’m scared, Alpha,” he admitted softly, voice breaking. “It…it hurts…and it feels...so overwhelming.”
“You’re safe,” Jungkook whispered, pressing soft, urgent kisses to the top of his head and along his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. Nothing…no one will touch you without my say. You’re mine. Every part of you belongs here, with me.”
Jimin clung tighter, trembling against him. “I…I trust you, Alpha…but it’s…so intense already…”
“I know, baby,” Jungkook murmured, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s, rumbles vibrating low in his chest. “I know it is. And I’m going to help you through it. Every ache, every shiver…I’ll be here. Always. You don’t have to face this alone.”
Jimin let out a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling in sync with Jungkook’s. “I…I want you… Alpha…I need you…”
“You’ll have me,” Jungkook promised, voice husky, hands kneading the tension from Jimin’s small muscles. “Every second, every moment. You’re safe in my arms. Nothing will hurt you. I swear it.”
Tears pricked Jimin’s eyes as he whispered against Jungkook’s chest, “I love you, Alpha…I love you so much…always.”
“And I love you, baby,” Jungkook murmured back, pressing another deep, grounding kiss to his crown. “I’ll protect you. Your heat, your body…your fears…all of it. Nothing touches you without me knowing. Not now, not ever.”
Outside the room, the mansion hummed with silent, impenetrable security...guards moving in precise rotations, cameras swiveling on their mounts, locks clicking into place...but in the nest, nothing existed beyond the two of them. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in sync, and the storm of Jimin’s heat began to swell, fierce and raw, pulling them both into a world that belonged only to them.
Chapter 26
Summary:
Jimin goes into heat and Jungkook services his omega well.
Notes:
This chapter is one long, baby making, smut fest and I don't apologize for any of it lol.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jimin’s body trembled violently, heat consuming him in merciless waves. Slick was already leaking from his tight hole, soaking the sheets beneath him, and his small frame writhed helplessly under Jungkook’s looming presence. Every nerve burned with desperate need, every muscle coiled with tension. He whimpered, voice cracking under the weight of his heat. “K-Kook…please…I need you…I need your cock…now…”
Jungkook’s dark eyes glinted with raw hunger, scent heavy and possessive in the hot, silent room. He leaned down, brushing his lips over Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing and nipping at the soft skin, tongue flicking over every sensitive patch. Jimin arched instinctively, moan ripping from him, pressing up against the alpha instinctively.
“Shh…relax, baby. I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, fingers trailing down Jimin’s sides, brushing over slick-covered skin, before cupping his thick ass. He spread the tight cheeks, teasing the slick hole with practiced fingers, testing the tight, hungry opening. Jimin gasped and wriggled, hips jerking violently with each teasing stroke.
He kissed his way down Jimin's sweat slicked skin until he reached the place that was throbbing for him. Jungkook lowered his mouth, tongue flicking over Jimin’s slick entrance, swirling, tasting, and teasing, lips grazing the sensitive rim. Jimin’s back arched, hands fisting in the sheets, nails scraping as his body writhed under every deliberate lick and nip. “Ahhh… K-Kook… please… I’m ready…” he moaned, voice high and desperate.
A low growl rumbled in Jungkook’s chest as he ate him out, alternating between licks, nips at the scent glands, and fingers pumping in perfect rhythm. Each slide of his tongue sent shivers through Jimin, his hips bucking reflexively, desperate for more contact, more stimulation.
“Fuck…Kook...I-I’m gonna…” Jimin gasped, slick flooding Jungkook’s mouth as his body quivered violently. The alpha swallowed every drop with a possessive growl, holding Jimin steady, lips brushing over his ear. “Mine…all mine,” he whispered darkly, crawling back up to settle between his trembling thighs.
Jimin’s hips lifted instinctively, quivering, desperate, whining under the alpha’s weight. “K-Kook…fuck me…I need it…your knot…please”
Jungkook gripped his hips firmly, controlling the frantic, desperate movements. “Easy, baby…I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he growled, dark eyes locking onto Jimin’s, full of hunger, obsession, and possession.
Jungkook lined up his cock and with a hiss, he pressed into him, thick length sliding into Jimin’s tight, slick hole. Jimin screamed, arching violently, nails raking down Jungkook’s shoulders as he adjusted to the full stretch. Jungkook paused just long enough for Jimin to feel the full thickness, savoring the stretch, before beginning deliberate, punishing strokes.
The first thrust was slow, calculated, allowing Jimin to soak in every inch of his alpha. Then Jungkook began moving long, hard, relentless, each slam eliciting desperate cries and whimpers from his omega. Lips returned to Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, nipping at scent glands, marking and claiming him with every motion.
“You like that, baby? Huh? You love being mine?” Jungkook growled, voice low and rough, each thrust deep and precise.
“Yes…yes…K-Kook…please…knot…I need it!” Jimin cried, hips bucking violently, body trembling as every nerve screamed for release. His slick coated them both, hot and dripping, scent marking the alpha in return.
Jungkook’s hands dug into Jimin’s hips, holding him firmly, controlling every frantic movement. With a low, possessive growl, his knot swelled inside, locking them together. Jimin’s scream tore through the room as his body convulsed violently, shuddering as Jungkook pumped cum deep into him, filling him completely. Every inch of him...slick, moans, heat...claimed.
Even as Jimin sagged against him, trembling, sweat-soaked, Jungkook pressed his forehead to the omega’s shoulder, fingers stroking soothing circles over his back. “Shh… you’re mine… all mine, baby. Just breathe,” he murmured. Jimin clung to him, quivering, finally calm, though his body still throbbed with residual heat and overstimulation.
But Jungkook knew his omega wasn’t done yet; another wave of heat simmered beneath the surface. The alpha’s hands roamed over his trembling mate, kneading, licking, nipping lightly, whispering possessive claims. “Mine…all mine...shh… I’m not done with you yet,” Jungkook murmured, watching Jimin’s slick, arousal, and desperate movements, every inch of him claimed, protected, adored.
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Jimin’s body had barely begun to relax when a sharp, fiery wave of heat ripped through him again. His hips twitched uncontrollably, slick leaking from his tight hole, stomach knotting painfully. He whimpered, voice trembling, and turned his gaze toward Jungkook and whimpered for his mate. “K-Kook…”
Jungkook’s dark eyes glinted with possessive hunger. He crouched over his omega, letting his hands roam over Jimin’s trembling thighs and slick-dampened skin. “Mine…always mine,” he growled low, deep in his chest. Without warning, he rolled Jimin onto his stomach, pressing him down firmly against the sheets. The small omega gasped sharply, body arching instinctively, ass lifting slightly, utterly at Jungkook’s mercy.
“Good boy…” Jungkook murmured, lips brushing over Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing lightly, tongue flicking over tender, sensitive patches. He nipped at the scent glands, leaving faint marks while pressing his hands to Jimin’s slick-covered ass, spreading the cheeks and teasing the tight, needy hole with his mouth and tongue. Growling as his omegas slick filled his mouth.
Jimin shivered violently, hips twitching and pressing back. “Ahhh… K-Kook… please…don’t stop…” His small hands fisted the sheets, nails scraping, body writhing with overstimulation. Every teasing touch, every nip made him quiver harder, slick flowing freely. Jungkook rose up on his knees between his spread thighs and mounted him.
Jungkook’s thick length throbbed against him as he pressed the tip to the tight entrance, teasing before sliding in fully. Jimin’s scream tore through the room, back arching violently, nails raking down the silk sheets. The alpha growled, holding him steady, letting him adjust to the full stretch. Once Jimin’s body was quivering beneath him, he began slow, deep thrusts, savoring every inch.
Each slam was long, punishing, precise, hitting every sensitive spot. Jungkook’s hands gripped Jimin’s hips, controlling the frantic bucking, holding him down just enough to maintain dominance. Lips found his neck, teeth grazing, tongue flicking over soft skin, leaving marks of possession. “You like this, baby? Huh? You love being mine like this?” he growled, voice low and demanding.
“Yes…yes…K-Kook…harder…your knot…I need it…” Jimin gasped, voice high and desperate, hips bucking violently. Every nerve screamed for release. Slick dripped freely, scent marking Jungkook, claiming him back in his own way.
Jungkook’s thrusts became longer, harder, and more relentless, pounding deep inside the tight, slick hole. He growled possessively as his knot began to swell. “Mine…I’m going to fill you, baby… lock you tight…”
With a low, guttural hiss, Jungkook’s knot swelled inside him, locking them together. Jimin screamed, body shuddering violently, slick and cum flooding the sheets, every inch of him trembling. The alpha pumped slowly and possessively, filling him completely, marking him fully.
Jimin sagged against the mattress, quivering, trembling from overstimulation, yet the heat beneath the surface simmered relentlessly. Jungkook’s hands roamed, kneading, brushing, licking, nipping lightly at his scent gland, murmuring possessive praises. “Mine…all mine… shh… this tight hole...all mine,” he whispered, voice low and intoxicating.
Jimin’s pants filled the quiet room as his body twitched, slick still dripping, trembling, utterly at the mercy of his alpha. Every stroke, every nibble, every possessive growl wrapped him tighter in Jungkook’s hold, imprinting ownership and desire into every shivering muscle.
Even as he came down from the wave, he knew the next one was not far behind...hot and inevitable, and Jungkook held him tight, ready to claim him again, every inch of him full, marked, and completely possessed.
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The room was still thick with the heat of the previous waves, sheets clinging to slick, sweat-drenched skin. Jimin lay across Jungkook, small body trembling, soft whimpers escaping as another wave of heat crashed over him. His slick-coated ass twitched involuntarily, stomach knotting painfully.
Jungkook stirred, sensing the familiar, desperate scent of need. His dark eyes flicked open, landing on Jimin’s whimpering form. A low growl rumbled through his chest. “Baby…you need me again, don’t you?” he murmured, voice thick with hunger and possessive intent.
Jimin’s hands fisted the sheets, voice shaky. “K-Kook…please…I need you… It hurts… I need your cock…” His small frame arched, desperate, needy.
Without hesitation, Jungkook shifted beneath him, lifting the omega onto his lap. Jimin pressed against him, the omega's slick tiny cock sliding against the alpha’s hard length. Jimin's fingers reached instinctively behind him, lining himself up with Jungkook’s massive cock, sliding fully onto the thick, waiting heat. He gasped as he bottomed out, palms pressing down hard against the alpha’s firm torso.
“Ahhh…yes…K-Kook…So big… I’m yours…” Jimin breathed, hips already rolling forward.
Jungkook’s hands gripped his thighs tightly, holding him secure while guiding each movement. “Ride me, baby…hard…show me how much you need it,” he growled, voice rough with desire, dark eyes fixed possessively on Jimin.
Jimin bounced, slick sliding freely between them, thighs trembling as he rode the alpha fast and hard. Every slam of skin to skin sent tremors through his body, whimpers spilling uncontrollably. “Ahh…yes…yes…K-Kook…harder...don’t stop…please…knot me…”
The alpha’s hips met Jimin’s thrusts with precision, deep and punishing. His teeth grazed the front of Jimin’s neck, nipping possessively, leaving small marks while murmuring low, heated praises. “So good…mine…all mine…gonna fill you up, baby…”
Jimin’s moans grew ragged, hips moving faster, slick coating them both as he cried, “Ahhh…K-Kook…I…I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum so hard…”
“Not yet, baby…hold it for me…” Jungkook growled, hands squeezing his hips, fingers digging into the slick-dampened flesh. His knot began to swell, thick and hot, stretching him fully. “So beautiful…you’re mine, baby…” he whispered possessively, driving deeper with each measured, punishing stroke.
Jimin’s body convulsed violently, slick dripping between them, moans turning into desperate whimpers. Jungkook pumped into him, knot beginning to swell, filling the omega deep and hot. Each thrust was deliberate, precise, and possessive, slamming against the tight walls that shivered around him.
“Yes…yes…K-Kook…your knot…fill me…please…” Jimin cried, bouncing hard, nails digging into the alpha’s shoulders, breath ragged, body trembling from overstimulation.
Jungkook hissed low in his chest, swollen knot locking them together fully. He pumped slowly, possessively, watching Jimin’s small body tremble violently as he took his cum...moans breaking into desperate, high whimpers. "Take it, baby…drain my cock...”
Even as Jimin sagged into him, utterly spent, hips twitching around the swollen knot, slick dripping freely, another residual wave teased beneath the surface. Jungkook held him tight, rubbing over his back, nipping lightly at the mating bite, murmuring possessive reassurances. Every inch of Jimin...slick, scent, moans, and trembling heat...was claimed, adored, and marked.
As the knot slowly released, Jimin pressed his face into Jungkook’s chest, shivering and whimpering, small fingers clutching at the alpha’s shoulders. “K-Kook…I…I’m not done…I need you again…” he breathed. Jungkook’s hands slid down to cup his ass, adjusting him, pressing forward slightly, letting him feel every inch of the thick, hot knot inside.
“Shh…mine, baby…all yours…I’m not letting go,” Jungkook whispered, growl vibrating in his chest. He began moving again, slow at first, letting Jimin ride him, then faster as the omega bucked desperately. He nipped at his neck, marking him, licking the sweat-slick skin, hands roaming possessively over trembling thighs.
Jimin moaned, bouncing faster, slick sliding between them, hips rocking into the alpha’s with every thrust. “Ahhh…K-Kook…harder…I…I need it…please…fill me…”
The alpha’s knot swelled again, locking them tightly, thick and hot inside the trembling omega. Jungkook pumped slowly, deep, possessive, until he was spilling again, filling Jimin completely, both of them slick, trembling, gasping.
Jimin sagged against Jungkook’s chest, sweat and slick-dampened hair plastered to his skin, body trembling from the intensity of the third wave. His small fingers fisted in the soaked sheets as he tried to catch his breath. Every nerve still burned, the aftershocks of overstimulation making his muscles twitch uncontrollably.
Jungkook held him close, arms wrapped possessively around his small frame, letting Jimin press against his chest. He rested his chin on top of Jimin’s head, dark hair brushing over the omega’s slicked neck. “Shh…it’s okay, baby….you’re okay…you did so good,” he murmured, voice low, deep, soothing. His hands rubbed slow, comforting circles over Jimin’s trembling back, kneading just enough to ease some of the tension from his overworked muscles.
Jimin nuzzled into him, lips brushing the hollow of Jungkook’s collarbone. “K-Kook…I…I’m still…all tingly…” he whispered, voice quivering. His hips twitched slightly even as he tried to relax.
“I know, baby…I know…” Jungkook hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. One large hand slid down to cradle Jimin’s ass gently, thumb stroking over the slick skin to ground him. “Shh…just breathe…I’ve got you. Always.”
Jimin’s breathing gradually evened, small whimpers fading into soft sighs. His fingers curled around Jungkook’s wrist, seeking the familiar pressure and warmth. “I…I feel so full… and sore…” he admitted quietly.
“You’re supposed to feel that way, baby…it means you’re mine. Mine and only mine,” Jungkook murmured, nipping lightly at the front of Jimin’s neck in a tender, possessive way. “I’m here. You don’t have to move. Just let me hold you.”
Jimin let himself melt into the alpha’s arms, body still quivering but comforted by the firm, protective presence. Jungkook’s hands roamed slowly, brushing over slick thighs, pressing gently to hips, tracing the contours of his small, spent body. “So good…so perfect…always mine…” he whispered, repeating the mantra like a shield, grounding the trembling omega in his possession.
Jimin rested his cheek against Jungkook’s chest, eyes half-lidded, body still twitching under residual heat. “K-Kook…I…I love you…” he murmured softly.
“I love you too, baby…more than anything,” Jungkook growled, dark and possessive, voice rumbling through his chest. He pressed a deep, lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple, then another to his forehead, letting the small gestures of care and adoration speak. “Shh…try and rest, baby.”
They stayed like that for a long while, tangled together on the slick, cum-soaked sheets, Jungkook’s strong arms holding Jimin securely while the small omega slowly calmed, letting the alpha’s scent, warmth, and steady heartbeat ground him. The room was quiet except for their mingled breathing, a protective bubble of calm between the waves of heat.
Even as Jimin rested, the faint tremor of another wave teased beneath the surface, but Jungkook’s hands and presence promised that when it hit, he would be there...ready to claim and care for him again.
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Jimin lay curled in the nest, body still trembling faintly from the intensity of the previous waves, slick and cum-drenched skin glistening in the soft light. His small fingers dug into the damp sheets as he tried to settle, but every nerve still screamed from overstimulation. He let out a soft, broken whimper, hips twitching even in sleep.
Jungkook’s dark eyes opened, scanning the messy, slick-scented nest. The omega’s scent hit him again...desperate, needy, hot...and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He gently brushed back damp strands of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “Baby…wake up a little, yeah? I’ve got you,” he murmured softly.
Jimin stirred, blinking up at him with half-lidded, wet eyes. “K-Kook…mmm…” His voice was weak, hoarse, still tinged with the memory of overstimulation.
“You need something to eat, baby. Just a little,” Jungkook said, rising to retrieve a bottle of water and a granola bar from the supplies Hoseok sent up earlier. He sat back down beside the omega, holding the granola bar in his hands. “Here…try a bite. I’ll hold it for you.”
Jimin hesitated, small fingers fumbling at the bar. “I…I’m so full…my body…it aches…” he whispered, pressing briefly against Jungkook’s chest.
“I know, baby…I know it does,” Jungkook soothed, running a hand along Jimin’s slick-dampened back in slow, comforting circles. “Just a little…for strength. That’s all. You don’t have to eat much.”
With effort, Jimin managed a few bites, the sweetness of the granola grounding him as he leaned against Jungkook’s chest. He sighed softly, eyelids fluttering as he nuzzled into the alpha, seeking warmth and comfort.
Satisfied, Jungkook rose and checked the security monitors, scanning the cameras for any signs of trouble. Everything was calm, exactly as it should be. A quick check of his phone showed no alerts. Satisfied, he exhaled, letting his shoulder relax slightly, before heading to the bathroom to draw a bath. Steam filled the room as he added hot water and a few drops of eucalyptus oil, the sharp, soothing scent filling the air.
Returning to the nest, Jungkook looked at the curled omega with a soft, possessive expression. “Come on, baby…let’s get you in the bath. You’re sore. I want to make you feel better,” he said. His voice was low, dark, and soothing.
Jimin whimpered, small frame trembling. “K-Kook…bath…”
“I’ve got you, baby…I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, scooping him up bridal-style. Jimin’s arms draped loosely over his shoulders, still slick, still trembling, his face nuzzling into the alpha’s neck.
“Shh…it’s okay…just relax, baby. You’re safe,” Jungkook whispered, carrying him to the steaming tub. He gently lowered Jimin into the water, letting the heat envelope him, easing some of the soreness from every joint and muscle.
Jungkook climbed in behind him, chest pressing to Jimin’s back, hands sliding gently over his slick skin. “Shh...I’m right here. Let me wash you, baby,” he murmured. His hands moved deliberately, brushing over sensitive areas, massaging tense muscles. Then, carefully, his fingers slid to the omega’s swollen and tender hole, cleaning out the cum and slick left inside.
Jimin shivered violently at the touch, whimpering softly. “Ah…K-Kook…”
“Shh…it’s okay, baby…nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the hollow of his neck. His hands were firm, protective, soothing, ensuring that every inch of Jimin’s small, overstimulated body was cared for.
When the bath was done, Jungkook drained the tub and stood, rinsing them both under the shower, water running over their slick-drenched bodies, washing away sweat, heat, and lingering scent. He dried Jimin carefully first, wrapping the small omega in a warm towel, then himself. He then carried Jimin back to the nest, the small omega pressing against his chest, still trembling faintly. But before settling, Jungkook’s eyes flicked to the sheets, still slick and sticky from their earlier heat waves. A faint growl rumbled in his chest.
“Hold on, baby…I’m just going to make this nice and clean for us,” he murmured, setting Jimin down gently on the leather couch. He moved with efficient, practiced motions...peeling back the damp, sweat-soaked sheets, tossing them into the laundry, and replacing them with fresh, warm linens. The scent of eucalyptus from the bath still lingered, mixing with the soft, clean smell of fresh cotton. Once the bed was pristine, he carefully lifted Jimin again, settling him into the nest.
“There…nice and clean now. All ready for you to rest,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Jimin’s damp hair. Jimin immediately melted into him, eyes fluttering closed, small body shivering slightly as the warmth and softness of the fresh sheets grounded him.
Jungkook wrapped him in his arms, holding him possessively. “Mine…always mine…you’re safe here, baby,” he whispered, rocking him gently. Jimin pressed his face into Jungkook’s chest, still whimpering faintly. “K-Kook…where’s my pup? I…I want my pup,” he murmured, voice cracking, vulnerability plain in every syllable.
Jungkook pressed a dark, possessive kiss to the top of his head. “Shh…baby…he’s safe. Jin and Namjoon have him. Remember? He’s with them… they’re taking care of him. He's safe, okay?”
Jimin clung to him, shivering, eyes softening. “Mhhm…okay…” he whispered.
Jungkook hummed against his hair, rocking him gently. “That’s it…rest… you’re safe…nothing for you to worry about…alpha's got it. I’ve got you, baby…every part of you,” he murmured, hands running over Jimin’s back, pressing him closer.
Slowly, Jimin’s trembling eased, whimpers fading as his body relaxed completely into the alpha’s arms. His breathing slowed, and the warmth of Jungkook’s chest, the firm embrace, and the soft, clean bed provided a sanctuary before the faint tremor of the next wave inevitably arrived.
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Jimin’s body trembled violently, slick soaking the cotton sheets below him, heat consuming him from the inside out. Another wave had rolled over him, stronger and faster than the last, leaving him whimpering, desperate, completely overstimulated.
“Alpha…” he gasped, hips lifting instinctively, hands clutching the sheets for balance.
Jungkook’s dark eyes glinted with hunger. “Mine...all mine, baby. I’ve got you,” he growled. He leaned back into the nest, legs spread, sitting upright, giving Jimin a perfect seat on his lap. The small omega straddled him, slick coating both their cocks, and Jimin reached back and guided Jungkook’s thick length into his tight, wet hole. The first stretch made him shiver violently, moans ripping from his throat as he adjusted to the full depth.
“Mine…ride me, baby…ride me hard,” Jungkook growled, wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist, thumbs digging into his slick-drenched hips. He pressed forward, bottoming out, knot swelling up immediately inside the small omega. “Mine…all mine…gonna fill you, gonna knot you till you can’t move.”
Jimin began bouncing hard, hips rolling, grinding desperately on the alpha’s lap. “Ahhh…yes…A-Alpha…harder…need it…your knot…inside me…” His small body shook, slick sliding freely down their thighs, moans turning into frantic whimpers.
Jungkook hissed low, pressing his forehead to the side of Jimin’s neck, nipping lightly at the soft skin, marking him. Hands gripped Jimin’s hips firmly, controlling the frantic motions while letting him bounce fully on the alpha’s lap. Each upward grind drove the swollen knot deeper, stretching him deliciously, making him cry out in overstimulated pleasure.
“Yes…Alpha…gonna cum…I…I need it…fill me…ahhh!” Jimin’s voice broke, body convulsing as he rode hard, bouncing violently, slick dripping freely.
Jungkook growled, pumping upward deliberately, knot swollen, filling him completely. “Mine…my beautiful omegs,” he murmured possessively, thumbs brushing over the slick back, teeth grazing the neck, nipping at scent glands. The small omega shivered violently, whining as he pressed down fully onto the alpha, hips rolling faster, desperate for more.
“Ahhh… harder…” Jimin gasped, cock slick with cum, sliding against the alpha’s abs, body shuddering with every thrust.
Jungkook hissed low in his chest, pumping deep, knot swelling fully inside him, locking them together. He pressed the small omega against his chest, hands kneading hips and back, nipping and marking repeatedly. “Mine…mine…always mine…gonna cum inside you, baby…ride me…mine.”
Jimin’s small frame shook violently, bouncing on the alpha’s lap, hips jerking uncontrollably around the thick, swollen knot. “Ahhh…Alpha… please…fill me full…”
Finally, after endless cycles of riding, bouncing, and knotting, Jimin sagged against Jungkook, trembling, body spent. The alpha held him tightly, hands stroking soothing circles along his slick skin, nipping lightly at his shoulders and neck, murmuring possessive reassurances.
“Perfect… my baby…” Jungkook whispered, lips pressing to the top of Jimin’s damp hair. Jimin melted against him, breathing slowly evening out, still trembling faintly from overstimulation.
“Such a good omega...a good Eomma” Jungkook murmured, rocking him gently on his lap, pressing kisses anywhere he could reach, marking him, adoring him.
Jimin nuzzled into the alpha’s chest. “Alpha…I…I’m safe…right?” he whispered, small body shivering slightly.
“You’re safe, baby…always safe with me…I’ve got you,” Jungkook reassured possessively. The small omega finally relaxed completely, melting against him, ready to rest until the next wave inevitably came.
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The nest was a wreck...sheets damp with sweat, slick, and cum. Three days of near-constant heatwaves had left both of them completely drained. Jimin lay sprawled across the nest, limbs trembling, small body slick and sticky from every previous knot and thrust. Jungkook’s chest rose and fell heavily, his own muscles sore and exhausted, yet his alpha instincts never wavered. Time had blurred; days didn’t exist, only need, scent, and possession.
And then it hit again.
A desperate, frantic warmth blossomed in Jimin’s belly, making him shiver violently. Slick coated his thighs, and his small hands fisted the sheets as he whimpered.
“Alpha…it’s here…again…” his voice was high, trembling, desperate.
Jungkook’s dark eyes glinted with a possessive hunger. He leaned over, voice low, commanding, and laced with obsession.
Present for alpha.
Jimin rolled over onto his stomach instinctively, body arched, small cock twitching, ass raised, slick hole quivering and open. “I'm yours…Alpha… Its all…all for you…” he whimpered, hips pressing back as though trying to give himself fully to the alpha.
“Good boy… mine,” Jungkook growled. His large hands gripped Jimin’s hips, bringing him flush against his big throbbing cock.
Jungkook sank into him from behind, thick cock sliding deep and hard into his tight swollen hole. The small omega gasped, nails raking across the sheets as he adjusted to the full stretch, body trembling violently from the first thrust.
“Ahhh…Alpha…I…I need…want your pup…please… another pup…” Jimin whimpered, pressing back against the alpha, hips rolling desperately to meet every inch.
Jungkook’s growl rumbled low in his chest. “You’re gonna get one, baby…gonna put a pup so deep inside you…gonna fill you with me…” He gripped Jimin’s hips firmly, every thrust hard, precise, and claiming. Knot swelling inside him, he let the small omega feel every inch before moving faster, slamming into him with controlled ferocity.
“Yes…yes…Alpha… I'm a good Eomma…I need it… please…give me another pup… ahhh!” Jimin’s voice was hysterical, high-pitched and broken, body trembling violently, slick sliding freely down his thighs and over the alpha’s legs.
Jungkook hissed, pressing teeth lightly at the nape of Jimin’s neck, claiming him. Hands kneading his hips, pressing down just enough to control him, the alpha drove into the small omega with slow, punishing thrusts that alternated with rapid, sloppy, desperate ones as Jimin bounced back against him, hips jerking uncontrollably.
“Mine…mine…always mine…push back on my dick, baby,…gonna knot you so deep, gonna fill you with my pup…” Jungkook murmured, low and possessive, growl vibrating through his chest.
Jimin’s small body convulsed with every stroke, bouncing back violently on the alpha’s big dick, over-arched spine slick and trembling. “Ahhh… Alpha…harder…I need your knot…your pup…inside me…please…”
Jungkook’s knot swelled fully inside him, stretching Jimin exquisitely, locking them together. He pressed fingers against the small omega’s belly, pressing firmly, feeling his cock pulse deep inside, pressing against the taut stomach. Low growls vibrated in his chest as he pumped fully, thick, hot cum filling Jimin until it oozed slowly around the swollen knot.
Jimin shuddered violently, screaming, slick dripping freely as his small body trembled. “Want your pup, Alpha…please…please…mine…yours…” His voice was hysterical, broken with desperate need, over and over, as Jungkook fucked him full of seed.
The alpha’s hands gripped his hips tighter, grinding deep, filling his omega's womb with hot cum. “Mine…take it, baby…every drop… gonna fill you…”
Finally, the room stilled. Jimin’s body sagged, trembling, whimpers fading as the heatwave left him entirely. Jungkook held him close, knot still swollen inside, pressing the small omega tightly against his chest, running hands soothingly along his front and sides.
Jimin nuzzled into him, voice small and breathless. “Alpha…I...hope we...have another pup…'
Jungkook pressed a slow, possessive kiss to his temple, dark eyes softening for the first time in days. “Me too, baby. This one…I hope is ike you.” He murmured, tightening his hold, letting the small omega finally rest, safe and claimed, until all of the world could return.
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The nest was quiet, thick with the lingering scent of sweat, slick, and spent pheromones. Jimin lay curled against Jungkook, small body trembling lightly, muscles sore and overstimulated from the final heatwave. His skin was still flushed, small whimpers escaping every now and then as the last traces of tension left his body. Jungkook pressed a firm, possessive arm around him, feeling every shiver, every tiny movement of the omega he had claimed and bred relentlessly over the past days.
“Let’s get you clean, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and soothing. He helped Jimin to his feet, guiding him carefully toward the bathroom.
The shower filled with steam, the sound of rushing water echoing gently off the tiles. Jungkook stood behind Jimin, one big hand splayed across his omega’s stomach as if to hold him upright, the other moving with slow patience as he guided a washcloth over every inch of soft skin. He didn’t scrub, didn’t rush...he bathed Jimin as though he were the most fragile, precious thing he had ever touched.
Jimin let his head rest back against Jungkook’s chest, his damp hair sticking to his temples, eyes half-lidded. Each pass of the cloth and each tender kiss Jungkook dropped to his shoulder loosened the stiffness in his limbs. Days of burning, panting, begging had left him trembling and weak, and now his alpha’s care was like cool balm over fevered skin.
“You smell like me everywhere,” Jungkook murmured against his neck, voice low, content, vibrating through Jimin’s body. “Covered in my bites, my seed, my scent. Exactly the way you should be.”
A flush crept up Jimin’s cheeks, but instead of embarrassment, it was a soft pride that swelled in his chest. He was claimed, cherished. Still, beneath the warmth of his alpha’s affection, another ache tugged at his heart. He swallowed, voice small and sad when he finally asked, “When can we go get Jaehyun?”
Jungkook paused, cloth falling still as his lips brushed the delicate curve of Jimin’s jaw. For a moment, he just breathed him in, steadying his answer. “Tomorrow morning, love,” he said, certainty grounding every word. He shifted Jimin, turning him so his omega was cradled firmly against his chest, their faces close. “Tonight, you eat. You drink. You rest. You need your strength back. And then, when the sun comes up, we’ll get our pup.”
Jimin blinked up at him, wide-eyed, lips parting in surprise at the immediacy of the promise. His face softened, the exhaustion in his expression brightened with a burst of joy. “Really?” His voice wavered with both hope and disbelief, like he had been holding his breath for too long.
Jungkook smiled faintly, the kind of rare smile only Jimin ever saw, and leaned down to kiss him slow and reassuring. “Really,” he whispered against his lips. “He’s waiting for us, but I won’t have you fainting in his arms because you’re still weak. You’ll be strong, radiant...his eomma. Tomorrow, we go as a family.”
Tears pricked at Jimin’s lashes, though they mixed easily with the water streaming down his cheeks. He curled tighter in Jungkook’s hold, arms curling tight around his neck as he buried his face against him. “I just…I miss him so much. My arms are aching to hold him and scent him. I need him.”
Jungkook’s arms wrapped tighter, anchoring him. He swayed them gently under the spray, like rocking a pup to sleep. “And you’ll have him,” he promised, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “Tomorrow morning, he’ll be back in our arms. No one will keep him from us. Not ever.”
That vow settled something inside Jimin. His shoulders sagged, the tension melting into the strength of Jungkook’s embrace. When the water was turned off, Jungkook reached for a towel, wrapping Jimin up first and drying him piece by piece with tender care before tending to himself.
Out in the bedroom, Jungkook pressed a full bottle of water into Jimin’s hands and stood over him until he drank it all. He plated food from their supplies, simple but nourishing, and fed Jimin bites until he was full, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead as he coaxed him to eat.
Later, their nest was remade fresh, blankets soft and scented with both of them. Jimin curled in close, nuzzling Jungkook’s throat while his alpha stroked his back, his presence steady and unyielding.
“Tomorrow,” Jimin whispered, already slipping into sleep, his lips curved with the faintest smile. “We’ll bring our baby back to our nest…”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with quiet affirmation as he kissed the crown of Jimin’s head. “Tomorrow, our family will be whole again.”
And with that promise echoing in his ears, Jimin drifted into the most peaceful sleep he had known since before the heat began.
Chapter 27
Summary:
Jungkook receives a phone call about his most profitable casino catching on fire. Jungkook assigns Taehyung to protect Jimin and Jaehyun while he's gone.
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The morning light was spilling gold across the hallway when Jungkook finally opened their door. His arm was firm around Jimin’s waist, keeping him steady. Jimin’s steps were slow, body still tender and heavy after the days he had spent burning through his heat, but there was a quiet brightness in his eyes now...a glow that only the thought of their pup could bring.
Right outside, Taehyung straightened from where he had been leaning against the wall. His hair was mussed, dark circles under his eyes, but his stance was alert, hand still resting on the butt of his holstered weapon.
“You can rest now,” Jungkook said quietly, reaching out to clasp Taehyung’s shoulder. His voice carried the weight of gratitude he rarely spoke aloud. “Thank you. I owe you.”
Taehyung gave a sharp nod, his gaze flicking to Jimin. His expression softened just a little when he took in the omega’s flushed cheeks and tired body. “Glad you’re both okay. I’ll get some sleep. Call me if you need me.” With that, he stepped back, finally letting himself breathe as Jungkook led Jimin onward.
The walk down the family wing was quiet except for the sound of Jimin’s breathing and the brush of his steps against the polished floors. Then, faintly, came the sound of laughter...high, sweet, and bubbling. Jimin’s hand tightened on Jungkook’s arm.
The sitting room came into view, and there on the rug, playing with Min-gi, surrounded by blocks and stuffed animals, was Jaehyun. Jin sat cross-legged nearby with a toy in hand, while Namjoon leaned against the wall behind them, protective as ever.
The second Jaehyun’s wide brown eyes spotted his parents, the laughter broke. His little face crumpled, lip trembling, and in the next heartbeat he was running...small legs pumping, arms outstretched.
“Appa! Eomma!” His cry was broken, desperate, thick with the kind of longing that had no words.
Jungkook bent instantly, scooping him up against his chest. The pup clung fiercely, arms tight around his neck, fists twisting into his shirt as if he were afraid to let go. His tiny body shook with sobs.
Jungkook pressed kisses over his damp cheeks, his throat tight. “Shh, baby. Appa’s here now. I missed you so much.” His voice cracked, and he held him tighter, burying his face against Jaehyun’s little shoulder.
But Jaehyun was already wriggling, pulling back just enough to turn toward Jimin, little arms reaching. “Eomma too! Eomma!” His face was blotchy and wet with tears, but his need was clear.
Jimin’s own tears spilled before he could stop them. He held out his trembling arms, and Jungkook shifted, carefully passing the pup into his omega’s embrace. The moment Jaehyun landed against Jimin’s chest, he burrowed in, clutching fistfuls of his eomma’s shirt, sobbing softly into his scent.
“I’m here, baby,” Jimin whispered, rocking him gently. His lips brushed over Jaehyun’s hair again and again, his hands rubbing his little back. “Eomma’s here. I’ll never leave you.”
Jungkook pressed close, encasing them both in his arms until they were one bundle of warmth and scent and steady heartbeat. He bent to kiss the top of Jimin’s head, then pressed his mouth to Jaehyun’s temple. “We’re both here. Appa and Eomma aren’t going anywhere.”
Jaehyun hiccupped, whimpering but soothed by being held between them. His little body finally began to relax, clinging to both parents as if anchoring himself.
Behind them, Jin’s smile was tender, though his eyes were wet too. “He had such a good time...he played, he ate, he laughed. But yesterday he got quiet. He kept asking for his nest. He missed you both.”
That made Jimin’s arms tighten even more. His chest ached with guilt, but also with overwhelming love. He looked up at Jungkook, eyes shimmering. Jungkook met his gaze with the same mix of sorrow and fierce determination, then nuzzled his nose against Jimin’s temple.
Jaehyun’s little voice cracked through the moment, muffled by Jimin’s shoulder: “Stay…stay home?”
“Yes,” Jungkook growled softly, promising with every ounce of his being. “Home. With us. Always.”
Jimin was the first to ease back, brushing Jaehyun’s wet lashes with his thumb. His voice trembled, soft and coaxing. “Come on, baby. Let’s go to our nest.”
The pup sniffled, hiccuping as he nodded, then instinctively reached up for Jungkook again. Jimin eased him closer into his alpha’s arms, guiding him gently as Jungkook wrapped his strong arms around the little body. Jaehyun’s tiny hands stayed locked around Jungkook’s neck, holding on as if afraid to let go. Jungkook adjusted him carefully against his chest, one arm cradling him securely, while the other reached out to take Jimin’s hand.
Namjoon walked them to the door, a fond smile lingering on his face despite the raw emotion hanging in the air. “He really was a good boy. Ate all his meals, slept well...just missed you both too much at the end.”
“Thank you,” Jimin whispered, voice thick with gratitude. His free hand smoothed Jaehyun’s back as if to reassure him even now. “For watching over him.”
Jin stepped close, touching Jimin’s arm gently. His smile was knowing, tender. “Rest together now. He needs your closeness as much as you need his.”
Jaehyun buried his damp face in Jungkook’s neck, breathing in his Appa’s scent like it was the only thing grounding him, but his little hand reached blindly until Jimin caught it and laced their fingers tight. They walked like that, a closed circle, bound together.
When they finally stepped back inside their own wing of the mansion, Jaehyun’s soft whimpers had calmed, replaced by the occasional sniffle. Jimin spread the nest wider with fresh blankets, his movements tender and practiced, while Jungkook carefully lowered their son into the middle of it.
The pup immediately whimpered again, reaching up with both arms, little fingers grasping desperately. “Eomma…Appa…stay.” His voice was thick and broken with leftover tears, the raw need in it making Jimin’s chest ache.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Jungkook promised at once, dropping down into the nest, his big frame bracketing Jaehyun’s tiny body. Jimin followed, sliding close until they were pressed together in a cocoon of warmth and safety.
Jaehyun tucked himself tight between them, one fist clutching Jimin’s shirt while the other buried in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook welcomed him instantly, strong arms folding around the pup protectively, holding him as if he’d never let go again. Jimin shifted to his side, sliding closer, until his hand rested over Jaehyun's soft little belly. His breathing hitched, then steadied as their scents wrapped him in the familiar comfort he’d been longing for.
Finally secure, Jaehyun’s lashes fluttered shut, his tiny body melting against Jungkook as sleep reclaimed him. Jimin’s hand stroked over his belly in slow, soothing circles, eyes fixed on him with quiet wonder. “He’s so much like you, Kook...strong, but sensitive too.”
Jungkook pressed a kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head, then another to Jaehyun’s temple, his voice low and steady. “He’s mine. Ours. That’s all that matters.”
The room settled into stillness, golden light spilling across the blankets, three heartbeats syncing together in a rhythm older than words. Jimin sighed softly, curling closer, and for the first time since the heat began, the world felt whole again.
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A month had passed since Jimin's heat.
The office was quiet, the city lights outside casting long reflections across the dark wood of Jungkook’s desk. He leaned back in his chair, reviewing financial reports and security logs, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound. His mind wasn’t just on numbers, though; even in the quiet, there was always an undercurrent of alertness, a constant awareness of his responsibilities as an alpha and leader.
The sharp buzz of his secure phone cut through the silence, and he snatched it up immediately. Recognizing the voice on the other end, he didn’t waste a second.
“Yes?” His tone was clipped, measured, a blade of authority in each syllable.
“This is the manager at your Midtown Casino, sir,” the voice said, urgency threading every word. “There’s been a fire…alarms triggered, emergency services are on-site, and we’re still assessing the cause. We don’t know how significant the damage is yet.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. One of his most profitable and well-protected casinos...his flagship...was now chaos. He could already feel the heat of his protective instincts flaring, not just for the business, but for the people inside, the staff, and most of all, for his mate and pup.
“Understood. Keep me updated minute by minute. Any movement, any threat, call me immediately,” he said, voice sharp, controlled, but threaded with tension. He ended the call and sat back for a fraction of a second, hands tightening into fists on the polished wood of his desk.
He picked up his secure line and dialed Taehyung. He answered on the first ring.
“Taehyung,” Jungkook said, his voice heavy with authority. “I have a situation. One of my casinos...Midtown...is on fire. I need you to stay at the nest, guard Jimin and Jaehyun. Outside the room. No one gets through. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Taehyung replied immediately, steady and calm, but the tension in his voice mirrored the seriousness Jungkook intended.
“Good. If anything happens...anything at all...you call Namjoon or Jin immediately. They’re in the other wing of the mansion. Understood?”
“Yes, sir. They’ll be safe. I won’t let anything happen.”
“See that you don’t,” Jungkook said, voice hardening. “No excuses. Nothing happens to my mate or my pup while I’m gone.”
“Understood,” Taehyung affirmed again.
Jungkook hung up, his mind racing. He didn’t waste time. He dialed Yoongi next.
“Yoongi. Midtown casino fire. I’m heading there and I need backup. Are you in?”
“Of course. I’m on my way,” Yoongi said immediately, his voice calm but serious.
Hoseok’s voice followed almost instantly. “Count me in. Whatever you need, Kook.”
“Good. Meet me in the garage in five minutes. We leave together. Don’t dawdle,” Jungkook ordered, already sliding into his coat, checking his Glock and holster out of habit, eyes constantly flicking back toward the hallway leading to the nest.
He moved swiftly, every step precise, until he reached the bedroom hallway. The soft sound of Jaehyun playing on the floor reached him first, followed by the sight of Jimin keeping a careful eye on him, small hands patting the pup gently as he stacked blocks.
“Kook?” Jimin’s voice was quiet but alert, sensing immediately that something serious had come up.
“One of the casinos caught fire,” Jungkook said, kneeling slightly to meet Jimin’s gaze. His dark eyes softened for a fraction of a second, but the tension didn’t leave his posture. “I need to go, check on the situation, talk to the authorities… make sure everything’s under control. Yoongi and Hoseok are coming with me.”
Jimin’s brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded. “And…Taehyung will be here?”
“Yes. He’s guarding you and Jaehyun. No one goes near the nest without his say-so. If anything happens, call Namjoon or Jin...they’ll be on the other side of the mansion in their wing. I expect you to stay inside, keep Jaehyun safe, and don’t leave the room,” Jungkook instructed, voice firm but calm, every word measured to reassure as well as command.
Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “We’ll be fine, Kook. Go. Take care of it.”
Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s temple, then lowered his forehead to Jimin’s. “Stay safe. I’ll be back as soon as I can. And Jimin…” He paused, letting the words linger, a quiet intensity in his gaze. “I don’t want to worry about you. You hear me?”
Jimin met his eyes, nodding firmly. “I hear you. Go.”
Jungkook finally stood, giving a last glance down the hall toward the nest before moving toward the garage. The SUV was ready, engines warm. Yoongi and Hoseok were already seated, alert. Jungkook slid into the driver’s seat, slammed the door, and the three of them tore into the night, headlights slicing through the city shadows.
Every second that passed, every thought of his mate and pup being alone gnawed at him. The fire was one thing, but instinct screamed that this might be more than an accident. His dark eyes burned with silent calculation, protective and relentless. Whoever had caused this would soon learn just how far he would go against those who fucked with him.
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Taehyung moved quietly through the mansion’s hallways, every step calculated, every sense on high alert. His eyes scanned shadows, ears straining for even the faintest sound. Outside Jimin and Jaehyun’s bedroom, he planted himself in position, a silent sentinel. The nest was fortified, reinforced, and locked, but experience had taught him never to underestimate a determined intruder.
Minutes passed. The mansion was quiet, deceptively so, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint tick of clocks breaking the stillness. Then...a subtle shift in the air, almost imperceptible...made his muscles tense.
Before he could react, a blur of motion struck him. He was hit with sudden, brutal force, a sharp strike sending Taehyung sprawling to the floor. Pain exploded through his head, his vision tilting, and darkness swallowed him before he could call for help.
Inside the bedroom, Jimin froze the instant he sensed the shift. The loud thud of something heavy hitting the floor sent a terrible knot twisting in his gut. His hands went immediately to Jaehyun, cradling the pup against his chest, trying to shield him even from the unseen threat.
“Shh, baby…stay with me,” Jimin whispered, voice tight but controlled. Every nerve in his body screamed that something was wrong. He took careful, measured steps toward the bedroom door, keeping Jaehyun pressed close.
“Taehyung?” His voice cracked slightly, panic threading through the syllables.
Silence.
The only answer was the low groan again, muffled but closer this time. Then came the scrape...slow, deliberate...something heavy being dragged across the hardwood floor. The sound slithered under the doorframe like smoke, invasive and suffocating.
Jimin’s stomach clenched, bile burning the back of his throat. He pressed Jaehyun tighter against his chest, the pup whining softly, instinctively picking up on his eomma’s fear. “Shh, baby…be quiet,” Jimin whispered, his voice barely audible, though he knew the intruder outside could hear the hammering of his heart if they listened closely enough.
The dragging stopped. For one agonizing second, everything was still.
Jimin reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, shooting a quick text message to Jungkook.
Baby, is that you? Are you home? I hear someone outside the door. Taehyung isn't answering.
THUD. Something heavy struck the wall beside the nest door hard enough to rattle the frame and the pictures on the wall. Jimin jumped, his pulse roaring in his ears.
“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, forcing his trembling hands to steady as he walked over to the gun cabinet and reached for the fully loaded Glock Jungkook had insisted he keep close. His mate’s voice echoed in his head: Never point it unless you’re ready to shoot. Don’t hesitate.
Jaehyun whimpered again, clutching his bunny with a trembling hand. Jimin lowered his head to press a quick kiss to his pup’s hair, his free arm curling protectively around that small body. “Appa’s coming for us baby,” Jimin whispered fiercely, as much a promise to himself as to his son.
A shadow slid across the gap at the bottom of the door. Then the scent hit...strong, acrid, foreign. An alpha. Not Taehyung. Not anyone he recognized. An alpha’s pheromones, thick and cloying, aroused...pressed through the cracks of the door. Sharp, oily, bitter...invasive. Wrong.
Jimin’s entire body went rigid. His instincts screamed, the omega in him recoiling violently from the unfamiliar presence. It was too strong, too bold, the kind of scent that reeked of arrogance, of an intruder who believed they had the right to be here.
His fingers tightened around the gun, knuckles blanching white.
Whoever it was, they weren’t supposed to be here.
And they were standing between him and his pups safety.
A rasping voice, muffled by the door but clear enough to make his blood run cold, purred through the silence:
“Pretty omega…open up. I can smell you in there. And you smell so good.”
The intruder’s voice was low, taunting, every word dripping with an alpha’s pheromones that pushed against the sealed door. Jimin’s stomach lurched, bile rising in his throat. His skin prickled as the stranger dragged his big tongue wetly across the wood, the obscene sound making Jaehyun whimper from where he was tucked against Jimin’s chest.
“Don’t make me break the door down,” the alpha crooned, his tone sliding into a growl that rattled the hinges.
Jimin tightened his grip on the Glock, the metal steady in his trembling hands. He pressed Jaehyun’s face into his shoulder, whispering shakily, “Shhh, baby, Appa’s coming. Stay quiet for Eomma.” His heart hammered so violently it hurt, but beneath the fear was something sharper, primal: the unshakable resolve of an omega protecting his pup.
The stranger’s scent flooded the hallway...sharp, bitter, foreign...seeping in through the cracks. Jimin’s nose wrinkled. He hated it instantly, hated that it clung to the nest door, hated that it dared to reach toward Jaehyun.
The intruder chuckled darkly, long nails scraping against the wood as if he were savoring the wait. Tick, tick, every drag of his claws reminding Jimin how thin the barrier was between them.
Jimin adjusted his stance, Glock aimed at the door. “Come through this door and I’ll put a bullet in your throat,” he whispered, voice trembling but deadly serious.
The intruder then started pounding. Then the pounding grew more desperate, leaning into the door like a predator testing its prey. Jimin exhaled slowly through clenched teeth, adjusting his stance to anchor himself. The door creaked under the pressure, tiny cracks forming along the frame.
“It's okay, baby,” he whispered again, voice low but steady. “Keep your eyes closed tight...Eomma’s got you.”
Another slam shook the door violently, bending it slightly. Jimin’s pulse raced, but he held the Glock with unwavering focus, every muscle coiled and ready.
“Not. Tonight,” he muttered again, jaw tight, voice low and determined. Every instinct, every lesson Jungkook had drilled into him over the past two years, came to the forefront. He braced himself, holding Jaehyun protectively while keeping his aim true, every second stretching in tense anticipation.
The intruder’s next move would decide everything...would the door give, or would Jimin have to act to protect both his pup and himself? Every nerve screamed, every breath counted, and the weight of responsibility pressed down like iron.
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By the time Jungkook, Yoongi and Hoseok were in the car racing toward the casino, confusion was already spreading like smoke. Reports from his guards came too quickly, overlapping in ways that didn’t add up. Civilians were already being evacuated, yet no order had been given. The fire itself wasn’t spreading naturally; it was too concentrated, burning in one perfect, roaring circle instead of creeping outward.
Jungkook’s gut twisted. He clenched the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked. Beside him, Yoongi fielded calls, cursing under his breath at the fragmented reports, while Hoseok stared grimly out the window, knuckles white where they gripped the seat.
When they pulled up to the casino, the air was choked with smoke and the glow of fire reflected off the glass towers across the street. But something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Jungkook’s eyes darted over the scene, instantly noting what others would have missed. There were no casualties. Not one. His guards who should have been on shift were nowhere in sight. The fire suppression systems had failed...all at once, suspiciously neat, as if someone had wanted this blaze to grow instead of stop it. And the flames themselves…too deliberate.
He stalked closer to the line of firefighters, senses wide open. That’s when he caught it...a murmured comment between two men in reflective jackets.
“The call came in before the fire even started.”
Jungkook froze. His blood went cold, then boiled.
Just then his phone beeped with a text message from Jimin.
Baby, is that you? Are you home? I hear someone outside the door. Taehyung isn't answering.
The words hit him like ice in fire. Someone is inside the mansion. His mate. His pup. Right now.
A low, rumbling growl began in the depths of his chest, vibrating through his body, building until it broke free in a guttural roar that made Yoongi and Hoseok flinch. There was no longer a calm, controlled alpha here...there was only feral instinct, raw and burning.
A low growl rumbled out of him, primal and sharp. “It’s a setup,” he snarled, eyes blazing. “Someone wanted me gone from the mansion. They're inside the mansion right now with my mate and pup."
Jungkook sprinted for the SUV with Yoongi and Hoseok running behind him.
The drive back blurred into a violent haze. Jungkook drove like a man possessed, shoving the gearshift so hard it cracked under his grip. Red lights meant nothing. He tore through the streets at twice the limit, engine screaming as if it shared his rage. Yoongi tried reasoning with him, voice low but taut, “We’ll get there in time, Kook...” but even he couldn’t hide the tightness in his jaw, the way his hand lingered near his gun. Hoseok whispered a prayer under his breath, not out of doubt but because he understood: if the nest was breached, if Jimin and Jaehyun were harmed, there would be no coming back from Jungkook’s wrath.
The mansion loomed into view, but the sight sent a fresh wave of fury lancing through him.
Too still.
Too dark.
The guards at the gates were missing. Jungkook didn’t wait for the car to stop as he put it in park. He flung the door open while it was still rolling and sprinted up the steps, his body moving on pure instinct.
Inside, the silence was wrong. Heavy. A lamp lay shattered in the hall, its base smeared with a streak of blood. Taehyung's gun was abandoned on the floor, blood all over the stock...but Taehyung was missing. Jungkook’s heart thundered as he scented the air...his nostrils flared at the sharp, bitter stench of an unfamiliar alpha’s pheromones, invasive and choking. Lingering like a declaration: I am here.
Then he heard it. A heavy pounding, fists against wood.
The nest door.
Something inside Jungkook snapped.
Mate. Pup. Protect.
A feral roar ripped from his chest as he charged down the hall, vision tunneling until all he saw was red. The intruder barely had time to look over his shoulder before Jungkook slammed into him with bone-shattering force, sending them both crashing into the wall. The don didn’t think, didn’t strategize...he became violence incarnate, fists and claws tearing into flesh, teeth bared as he beat the intruder into the ground. The man managed a panicked scramble, slipping free only by sheer desperation, bolting down the stairs and through the back of the mansion just as Yoongi and Hoseok burst in through the front foyer with their guns.
Jungkook spun, chest heaving, covered in blood that wasn’t his. His hands shook as he pressed them to the nest door.
“Baby,” his voice broke, rough with urgency, “let me in.”
Inside, he heard the clatter of something shifting. The lock turned, and the door cracked open. Jimin stood there, pale and trembling, Glock in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around their pup. Jaehyun was in his Eomma's arms, tiny arms and legs wrapped around Jimin, wide-eyed but protected.
Jungkook froze, then growled low...not at them, but in raw, visceral approval. His omega had defended their pup. His mate had held the line.
Jungkook’s arms tightened around them, crushing Jimin and Jaehyun to his chest like he could shield them from the world with his own body. Jimin’s breaths hitched, and then he started crying, soft whimpers growing into shaky sobs.
“Kook…he…he was out there,” Jimin stammered, voice trembling. “The alpha…the intruder…he spoke to me through the door. He said…‘Pretty omega…let me in. I can smell you in there. You smell so good.’ And…and he licked the door, Kook. He was right outside…”
Jungkook’s mind went homicidal in that moment. A growl that rattled the rafters escaped from his throat. His hands clenched, knuckles white. His rumble rolled low and feral, vibrating through the room, full of protective fury. This motherfucker dared speak to his mate and defiled their nest with his stench. He will rip his fucking tongue out himself.
Jimin flinched against him, tiny arms wrapping tighter around Jungkook’s torso, clinging like a lifeline. Jaehyun whimpered softly, sensing the intensity radiating off his Appa. Jungkook pressed a possessive kiss to Jimin’s temple, inhaling deeply, tasting the lingering fear, grounding himself in the reality that they were still alive.
“You’re safe now,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “I’ll make sure he never comes near you again. Not ever. Nobody touches my mate. Nobody touches my pup.”
Jimin sniffled, tears wet against his skin. “I…I was so scared, Kook.”
“You did good baby. I'm so proud." Jungkook said fiercely, tightening his hold. “You kept Jaehyun alive. You kept yourself alive. That’s what matters. And anyone...anyone...who tries to touch either of you…will answer to me. Understand?”
“Yes,” Jimin choked out, sobs shaking his small frame.
“Good,” Jungkook rasped, pressing another protective kiss to Jaehyun’s head. “Because I am never leaving your side. Not you, not him. Nobody gets close again without going through me first. Do you hear me?”
Jimin buried himself further into Jungkook’s chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt. “I…I’m okay now,” he whispered shakily.
“You are okay,” Jungkook replied, voice low, dangerous, and protective. “And as long as I’m here, you will stay that way. Always.”
The pounding in Jimin’s chest and the trembling of his hands finally eased slightly as Jungkook’s arms remained locked around him and Jaehyun. The door was no longer a threat; the immediate danger had passed. Then the quiet click of boots against the floor announced another presence.
Yoongi stepped into the room, his expression calm but sharp, assessing the scene instantly. “He’s secure,” Yoongi said, voice low. “Security caught the intruder as he tried to escape through the tree line behind the mansion.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes flicked toward him, burning with a mixture of satisfaction and barely contained fury. “Good,” he said, voice low and deliberate, almost a growl. He shifted slightly, holding Jimin and Jaehyun closer, the scent of his mate and pup grounding him even as his anger simmered. “Yoongi…”
“Yes, sir?” Yoongi’s tone was steady, controlled, like water over stone, but there was no mistaking the readiness in his posture.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a cold, predatory smile, eyes glinting with the promise of retribution. “Take him to the cellar,” he said, voice low, almost dangerous. “You know what to do next.”
Yoongi’s brow lifted ever so slightly, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken understanding between them. “Yes, sir,” he replied calmly. He turned and left the room, his movements efficient, purposeful...already preparing Jungkook’s tools of retribution.
Jungkook’s hands returned to Jimin and Jaehyun, rubbing small, comforting circles on Jimin’s back. “No one…no one touches my family,” he murmured, dark, possessive, and dangerous. “Ever.”
Chapter 28
Summary:
Jungkook interrogates the intruder.
Notes:
This is a very violent and bloody chapter. Please read the tags so you don't get triggered if you're sensitive to those sorts of things.
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Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The cellar door creaked open, low light spilling onto cold stone floors. Jungkook descended slowly, each step deliberate, shadows clinging to him like armor. The air smelled faintly of oil and damp concrete, but beneath it, a sharper scent cut through...the intruder’s arrogance, mingled with his alpha pheromones. Jungkook’s pulse quickened; every muscle coiled, ready to spring.
In the center of the room, Yoongi had the man suspended by thick chains hooked to the ceiling, his feet barely brushing the floor. The intruder’s broad, muscular frame was taut, veins standing out beneath his skin, built for combat. Yoongi reached up and ripped the mask from his face.
He'd never seen him before.
The man’s features were sharp and confident, unafraid. A grin stretched across his bloodless lips.
“If it isn’t the mighty Jeon alpha…the leader of leaders,” The intruder drawled, his voice smooth, mocking, each syllable dipped in venom. His eyes glinted with cruel amusement as they slid toward Jungkook. “And what a beautiful family you’ve got. That omega of yours…he really should be known as the great beauty of our species.” His smirk widened into something obscene. “Man, what I’d give to have him hanging off my knot for a few hours.”
The words slithered into the room like poison.
Jungkook froze, the insult carving through him like a blade. His dark eyes snapped up, black as midnight and twice as lethal. His entire body tensed, muscles drawing tight, coiling like a predator about to strike. The air shifted with him...thickened, heavy, charged.
The growl began low, deep in his chest, a sound that wasn’t quite human. It rumbled through the stone walls, vibrated the floor beneath their feet, pressed into every ribcage present like a warning from something far older than civilized language.
Yoongi, an alpha, instinctively stiffened, his scent glands flaring in startled submission. His instincts telling him: their alpha was seconds from blood.
Jungkook’s lips peeled back from his teeth, sharp canines flashing, saliva glistening in the dim light. His scent detonated into the air, a choking wave of dominance, thick with the musk of fury and the unmistakable burn of claim. It clawed through the space, searing, unignorable.
There was no reasoning. No words.
Only instinct. Only raw, feral possession. Only the ancient, unstoppable wrath of an alpha whose mate had been threatened.
The intruder chuckled, unfazed...or pretending to be. “Did I touch a nerve?”
Jungkook moved.
One second he was standing across the table, the next he was a blur of motion, chair crashing to the floor behind him. His hand clamped around the Alpha's throat with bone-crushing force, driving him back against the stone wall. The crack of impact echoed like a gunshot.
“You dare,” Jungkook snarled, voice unrecognizable, torn with fury, vibrating with a dominance that scalded the air. His long canines flashed as he leaned in close, lips drawn back from his teeth. “You dare speak of what’s mine?”
The alpha choked, clawing at Jungkook’s iron grip, but the Jeon alpha didn’t relent. His scent filled every inch of the room, a storm of scorched earth and iron, drowning everything else out until there was nothing but him.
“I’ll tear out your tongue for even speaking of him,” Jungkook growled, voice low, lethal. His fingers tightened, veins standing out along his arm. “And your knot...” he leaned in closer, whispering like a promise, “...I’ll cut it from your body and feed it to the dogs.”
Silence swallowed the room. No one dared breathe. Even Yoongi shifted back, eyes cast low, instinctively bowing his head against the sheer weight of alpha fury.
The intruder's smirk had cracked, fear flashing in his eyes despite the defiance he tried to muster. His hands scrabbled weakly at Jungkook’s wrist.
Jungkook pressed harder, and the rival alpha’s breath rattled in his chest. His voice was guttural, primal, stripped down to the raw core of instinct:
“If you even speak of him, look at him, think of him again...” Jungkook bared his teeth in a deadly snarl. “...and I will end you so slowly the Moon Goddess herself will turn away.”
Without a second thought, he launched himself at the intruder. The first punch smashed into the man’s chest, the impact reverberating through his own bones. Elbows and fists followed in a blur, each strike precise, brutal, calculated by instinct and trained muscle. Jungkook’s movements were a storm, relentless, each hit carrying the weight of years of possessiveness, fear, and protective rage.
The intruder laughed, a wild, unbroken sound, taunting, straining against the chains...but the laughter only fueled Jungkook further. Knee strikes to the ribs, hammer fists to the jaw, shoulders slammed repeatedly into the man’s torso. Every blow left its mark, every impact was an unspoken warning: touch my mate, and this is what happens.
Chains rattled with each movement, the man’s body swinging dangerously, trying to twist, to dodge...but Jungkook was faster, stronger, a predator unleashed. Blood smeared across the intruder’s face, but still, he grinned, his amusement a testament to his arrogance.
Jungkook’s growls deepened, throat raw, eyes wild with feral intensity. He didn’t speak. He didn’t pause. He struck and struck again, fists and elbows and knees raining down, all directed by one single, consuming thought:
Protect Jimin. Protect Jaehyun.
The intruder’s laughter cracked and faltered slightly under the unrelenting assault, but even as he endured the brutal storm, his defiance remained. Yet in that cellar, there was no contest...the alpha’s wrath was absolute. No hesitation, no mercy, only the uncontainable feral fire of a mate and pup threatened.
Blood dripped onto the cold stone floor, mixing with sweat and the metallic tang of adrenaline. Jungkook’s chest heaved, his eyes dark and wild, but even in the chaos of the assault, there was a singular clarity: this man had underestimated him, and that mistake would never repeat.
Yoongi stood back, silently observing, knowing that any interruption would be unnecessary. Jungkook’s fury was both justice and warning, a demonstration of what it meant to threaten his family. The intruder’s body swayed and twisted in the chains, but the alpha’s strikes left their mark, shaping the moment into a brutal, wordless symphony of feral protection and dominance.
Jungkook’s fists had finally slowed, though the room still pulsed with the echo of each blow. His knuckles dripped red, blood slicking down his wrists in angry trails. His chest rose and fell like a storm tide, breath ragged, every muscle in his frame tight and trembling with the need to strike again. Sweat beaded along his brow, his dark hair plastered to his temples.
Across from him, the intruder dangled from the iron chains, body sagging, purpled with bruises and split open by cuts. Blood streamed down his ribs, dripping steadily to the cellar floor where it pooled black in the low light. Yet still, against all reason, he laughed...ragged, broken, the sound like gravel in his throat.
“You know…” the man rasped, spitting blood that splattered dark across the stone, “as I was giving your omega some…tongue action through the door of his nest…I could smell that sweet honey lemon of his heat still lingering in the air…” His grin was crimson with his own blood, feral and mocking. “Made my dick so hard I almost knotted.”
The words struck like a match.
Jungkook stilled, every trace of breath leaving his body for a heartbeat. His eyes blackened to bottomless pits, pupils thinning into predatory slits. The air thickened, his scent flooding the cellar like iron and fire, choking out every other smell until the room itself reeked of lethal possession.
There was no pause. No warning. No mercy.
In one fluid motion, Jungkook’s hand wrapped around the hilt of the long knife resting on the table. The steel gleamed under the lantern light as though it had been waiting for this moment. He didn’t hesitate...couldn’t. His body moved with the raw precision of instinct, faster than thought.
With a guttural snarl, he drove the blade into the man’s side, burying it to the hilt with the full force of his fury. The sound was sickening: flesh tearing, bone cracking. The intruder’s scream choked off almost instantly into a wet gasp, blood bubbling at his lips.
Jungkook’s face was inches from his, breath hot and ragged, teeth bared in a feral snarl. He twisted the blade cruelly, slow, deliberate, savoring the way the man’s body convulsed against the chains.
“You will never...” Jungkook’s voice was low, guttural, animalistic, each word vibrating through the stone walls, “...never touch what’s mine.”
His scent exploded outward, scorching dominance and possessiveness so potent it made the air unbreathable. Even chained and broken, the intruder shuddered under it, a primal recognition of absolute power.
Jungkook ripped the knife free, blood spraying across the floor in a hot arc. The man sagged heavily in his bonds, gasping, a gargle of pain breaking his defiance. Jungkook stood over him, chest heaving, the blade dripping crimson onto the stones at his feet.
There was no humanity left in him now...only the wrath of an alpha defending his mate, and the promise of a death too merciful for the crime committed.
Jungkook’s dark eyes never left the intruder, body trembling with a barely-contained storm. The cellar was silent except for the wet, labored breathing of the beaten man, the drip of blood onto the stone, and the low, continuous growl vibrating in Jungkook’s chest...a sound that promised:
You will never touch what’s mine.
Jungkook’s chest still heaved with the effort of holding himself back, his body trembling with a storm barely contained. Slowly, deliberately, he turned from the broken body swaying on the chains. His boots thudded against the stone as he crossed the cellar to the weapons laid out neatly on the table.
His gaze swept over knives, batons, and guns before settling on the dull gleam of worn brass. His hand curled around the knuckleduster, fingers slipping into place with a familiarity that sent a ripple of anticipation down his spine. The metal was cold, heavy, comforting...the perfect instrument of pain.
He flexed his fist once, listening to the soft scrape of metal against skin. Then he turned back.
The intruder hung limp but conscious, head lolling forward, chains rattling with each shallow breath. His skin was a patchwork of bruises, swollen flesh, and torn cuts, blood dripping in dark rivulets down his chest. Yet his eyes still burned with mockery, with something unhinged...taunting, daring.
Jungkook’s lip curled. His rage surged, boiling over.
He closed the distance in three strides, shadows flickering across his face as the lantern light caught the glint of brass. Then his fists came down.
One blow...into the ribs. A crack split the silence. The man’s body jerked.
Another...into his jaw, snapping his head sideways, blood spraying from his mouth.
Another...into his shoulder, the crunch of bone grinding beneath brass.
Each strike echoed through the cellar, a grim, relentless percussion. Brass cut deep, biting into muscle, pulverizing flesh. Jungkook’s fists were merciless, a storm of precision and fury, each strike driven by the singular thought that no one...no one...could touch his omega and his pup and live.
Blood sprayed across the stones, hot droplets speckling Jungkook’s arms, streaking his throat. His growls mixed with the sickening thuds of impact, vibrating low and primal, as if some ancient beast had taken hold of him.
Yet through the carnage, the man laughed.
Hoarse, ragged, bubbling with blood in his throat, but laughter nonetheless. It scraped through the air, sharp and defiant, mocking the violence raining down on him.
“Is that…all, Jeon?” he rasped between broken chuckles, spitting out a tooth that skittered across the floor. His lips split into a bloodied grin. “Hit harder. Let me hear that pretty omega scream your name when I tell him how weak you were…”
The words were gasoline.
Jungkook froze for only a breath, his dark eyes narrowing to slits, jaw tight, chest heaving. Then he struck again...faster, harder, the brass knuckles cracking against cheekbone, shattering cartilage, sending the man’s head whipping back. Chains rattled violently, blood spraying in wild arcs across the cellar.
“You’re running out of lives here,” Jungkook growled, yanking the man by the hair, forcing his head back so their eyes met. “Who sent you?”
The intruder only smirked through the blood, eyes glinting with twisted amusement...then he rasped. "That pup of yours...let's hope he doesn't turn out like his Appa. Weak...useless..."
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, knuckles white through the brass knuckles. He released the man’s hair with a sharp jerk and stepped back. His gaze locked on Yoongi. “Shock him,” he said, voice low, cold, final.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate. The car battery on the table gleamed under the flickering light, the cables coiled like deadly snakes. He grasped them, one clamp in each hand, and stalked toward the chained man.
Jungkook watched like a predator, muscles coiled, heart thudding with controlled fury. One clamp latched onto the intruder’s chest, the other in Yoongi’s hands. A press of the switch, and a violent jolt shot through the man’s body. His muscles convulsed uncontrollably, chains rattling against the ceiling hook. Blood and spit flew from his mouth as he screamed, guttural and raw, the sound echoing off the cellar walls.
Jungkook’s eyes were black fire, unblinking. Every pulse of electricity, every agonized scream, only made his fury thrum harder. This was a warning: no one crossed his territory, his family, without paying a brutal, permanent price.
When the electricity ceased, the intruder’s body sagged, still twitching, still grinning through the pain, as if mocking the alpha.
“Are you ready to answer now?” Jungkook’s growl was low, primal, vibrating through the stone walls. He stepped forward, fists ready, brass knuckles gleaming ominously. The intruder coughed, blood spilling from his lips, but met Jungkook’s gaze with defiance still flickering.
Jungkook demanded again, slow, deliberate. “Speak now, or I’ll make sure you regret every breath you’ve taken.”
The intruder laughed, a wet, humorless sound that grated against Jungkook’s nerves. “I’m not telling you shit,” he rasped, voice trembling more from pain than fear. “You can beat me all you want…doesn’t change a damn thing.”
Jungkook’s growl was a low rumble, building in intensity like a storm about to break. He lunged, fists striking in a rhythmic, terrifying torrent, driving the intruder against the wall, chest, and floor. Every hit was deliberate, brutal, an exercise in raw feral power. The intruder’s laughter faltered, cracking under the assault, blood streaking his face.
Then Jungkook paused, leaning close, nose almost touching his prey’s. No words came from him...just dark, hungry eyes, a promise of more if defiance continued. His silence screamed more than words ever could.
Yoongi watched, ready at his side, the cables and battery still humming with potential. Jungkook’s rage radiated, almost tangible, filling the room with the weight of an alpha who had been crossed, whose family had been threatened.
The intruder’s smirk wavered, doubt flickering across his face, just enough for Jungkook to know he’d broken him...but the alpha’s patience had limits. One wrong breath, one false move, and the cellar would echo with more than just pain.
Jungkook straightened, brass knuckles still glinting under the dim cellar light. The intruder lay slumped, barely holding onto the chains, blood streaking his face, chest rising and falling with ragged gasps. But the alpha’s fury was far from spent. He leaned close, his voice a low, predatory growl.
“Shock him again,” Jungkook said, eyes dark, unyielding. “Longer this time.”
Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He returned to the car battery, the cables coiling like snakes in his hands. The intruder’s eyes flicked to him, but he said nothing, though the smirk had faded into a tense line of pain.
The first clamp latched onto the intruder’s chest; the second found its mark, and a violent surge tore through his body. The man screamed, muscles convulsing against the chains, the sound echoing in the empty cellar. Yoongi held the charge, allowing it to pulse again and again, each shock longer than the last, relentless.
The intruder thrashed, trying to twist, trying to fight back, but Jungkook’s shadow loomed over him, unrelenting, a physical manifestation of his possessive, protective rage.
“You think you can come into my home, threaten my mate, threaten my pup, and walk away?” Jungkook growled, pacing just above him. “You think you can laugh while I wait?”
Another surge hit the intruder, and this time, his defiance cracked. His arms shook violently, chest heaving, eyes widening with sheer, uncontained terror. The laughter that had once been bold and mocking was gone, replaced by a wet, broken rasp.
“Who sent you?!” Jungkook demanded, stepping closer, his shadow swallowing the man entirely. “I’ll ask you one last time. Speak.”
The intruder’s head lolled to the side, sweat and blood dripping into his eyes. He coughed, gagged, and then, in a strangled, almost sobbing voice, he whispered, “…I…I can’t…he'll…he’ll kill me…”
Jungkook’s lips curled in a dark, feral smile, satisfaction radiating like heat. The alpha’s growl vibrated through the cellar walls. “Good. Start talking. Every word better be true, or the next one will kill you.”
The intruder sagged in the chains, barely conscious, his body quivering under the aftershocks of the electric current. Blood streaked his face, hair matted, muscles twitching from the repeated beatings Jungkook had delivered. He looked up at the alpha with defiance still lingering in his gaze...but it was thin, fragile, ready to snap.
Jungkook leaned close, his breath hot, voice low and lethal. “Talk. Who sent you?” His brass-knuckled fists flexed at his sides, ready to punish, ready to crush.
The intruder swallowed, coughing wetly through blood. His lips curled in a bitter, defeated smile. “Alexei…sent me.”
Time seemed to stretch. Jungkook froze mid-step, the name cutting through the haze of rage like a blade. Yoongi’s hand drifted toward his weapon, and their eyes met. The subtle raise of an eyebrow, the faint tilt of a head, spoke volumes. Alexei. Supposedly dead. Supposedly gone.
Jungkook’s hands curled into fists, the veins in his forearms tightening as every instinct screamed at him. “Alexei is dead,” he said coldly, his voice low but carrying an edge that could slice steel.
The intruder laughed, rasping, a sound that made Jungkook’s teeth grind. “Dead?” he croaked, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. “He didn’t die. That explosion…it just fucked his face up. He’s alive. And me? I’m just…in the way. If you don’t kill me, he will. It’s a shame I have to die though. I was promised a shot…at your sweet omega’s tight little hole.”
Jungkook’s vision flared red. The words...the vile, disgusting fantasies, the threats, the image of his mate and pup in the predator’s hands...set his blood on fire. His body shook with pure, unfiltered rage, the kind that had no reason, no mercy, only protection and possession.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the serrated knife lying on the table. Cold steel against calloused fingers. He didn’t speak. He didn’t hesitate. He just moved.
The intruder’s eyes widened as Jungkook’s shadow fell over him, the alpha’s dark intent radiating in the tight, charged silence of the cellar. Before the man could even process what was coming, Jungkook slashed upward across his throat. The blade tore through flesh and sinew with a wet, rasping sound. Blood spattered, and the intruder gagged, sputtering, his body jerking violently against the chains.
Jungkook’s movements were a predator’s dance, precise and merciless. Another slash, closer to decapitation, and the man’s defiance crumbled entirely. His last wet, choking gasp was cut off as Jungkook’s knife bit deeper.
Yoongi’s eyes remained on Jungkook, dark with respect and a silent acknowledgment: no one...no alpha, no intruder...touched Jungkook’s mate or pup and lived unscathed.
The cellar was thick with the metallic scent of blood and smoke from the adrenaline and ferocity that had just played out. Jungkook stood over the intruder, chest heaving, dark eyes glittering with rage, hands still dripping with the proof of what he would do to anyone who dared threaten his family.
He looked down at the man’s still twitching, mutilated form and growled, a sound that shook the very air: “Yoongi, clean this up. Have Namjoon help you take him to the incinerator.”
Yoongi stepped closer, quietly beginning the cleanup, while Jungkook’s gaze darkened as he imagined the next steps. He thought of Jimin curled against Jaehyun, the terror in his mate’s voice, the sickening intrusion of the alpha’s smell, the words, the threats. Every detail fueled the feral possessiveness that defined him. Then, without a word, he strode toward the cellar shower, boots heavy against the stone floor, each one echoing like a drumbeat through the empty hall. At the shower door, he paused, one hand resting against the cool glass, voice low and commanding as he spoke over his shoulder.
“Have Hoseok come see me in an hour in my office. I want intel on Alexei’s whereabouts.”
There was no room for hesitation, no room for argument. The growl under his words made it clear that he meant business. The kind of business that required results...or consequences.
The water roared to life the moment he twisted the handle, spraying down in a torrent. Jungkook stripped, each piece of clothing weighted with blood and sweat, dropping them in a sodden heap. When he stepped under the spray, the heat scalded his skin, steam rising around him, but it wasn’t enough to burn away the anger coiled inside.
Rivulets of crimson swirled at his feet, spiraling into the drain. The metallic tang of blood lifted off his skin, carried away by the water, but his hands still felt the impact of brass knuckles on bone, the shock of blade against flesh. He scrubbed hard, dragging his palms down his chest, over his arms, rinsing his hair until the water ran clear.
With every drop that slid from him, his mind sharpened. Violence had done its part...but violence was never enough. Not for him. His thoughts cut through the steam like a knife, mapping out possibilities, stringing together threads of power and betrayal.
Alexei.
The name alone was poison. If he was alive, then someone had resurrected him, fed him, sheltered him. That someone had resources, a network strong enough to move in silence. And that meant Jungkook’s house was not as airtight as it needed to be.
Every instinct hummed. Alexei alive was a problem. A disease. And diseases had to be cut out before they spread.
Jungkook shut off the water with a sharp twist. The sudden silence rang heavy in the stone chamber. Steam rolled off his skin as he grabbed a rough towel, dragging it over himself, drying briskly, efficiently. His reflection in the small steel mirror stared back...jaw set, hair dripping, eyes black with intent.
He dressed again in clean black slacks, crisp shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the picture of control reborn. The cellar shower washed away blood and grime, but nothing could wash away the vow building in his chest.
When he stepped back into the dim-lit corridor of the cellar, his boots struck stone with purpose. The echoes mingled with the heavy residue of violence still clinging to the air. The fire at the casino, the corpse dangling from chains...they were noise, distractions.
The real hunt had begun.
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The office was steeped in shadows, the city beyond casting fractured bands of light through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Towers gleamed against the night, their reflections stretching across the polished wood of Jungkook’s desk. Papers, tablets, and encrypted files lay scattered...evidence of hours spent chasing intel, extinguishing fires, managing crises. Yet none of it mattered. Not with the rage still coiled hot in his chest, searing through his veins like wildfire.
The door clicked shut behind Hoseok. His footsteps were steady, deliberate, carrying the quiet weight of someone who knew how to enter a lion’s den without provoking the beast. The room seemed smaller with him inside, the silence drawing tight as a wire.
“Hoseok,” Jungkook said without looking up. His voice was low, taut, every syllable laced with a growl that was barely restrained. “Before anything else...Taehyung. How is he? Tell me he’s okay.”
Hoseok’s gaze dipped briefly before meeting the dark, expectant eyes across the desk. “We found him in a storage closet. Knocked out cold. Lump on the back of his head, but nothing permanent. He’ll live. He's in the infirmary now. Jin is tending to him. The intruder…he slit the throats of the two gate guards. That’s how he got in.”
The words landed like blows. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, breath catching in his chest. The image replayed unbidden...Taehyung’s gun lying abandoned in the hall, the too-quiet aftermath, the thought of his mate and pup huddled in terror in the nest while danger crept closer. His hand curled into a fist, nails biting deep into the wood.
“My mate and pup terrified. Two guards dead. Taehyung attacked…” His growl rumbled low and dangerous, filling the air with vibration. “…in my house.” His glare burned hotter than fire, sharper than a knife. “Nobody touches my family. Nobody.”
Hoseok gave a small nod, throat tight. “That’s why I came to you directly. You asked about Alexei.”
The name was enough to ignite the fury smoldering beneath Jungkook’s skin. His eyes sharpened, glowing with a predator’s focus. “I need answers. How the fuck is he alive? He should’ve died in that explosion. Where’s he been hiding? Who’s covering for him?” His voice hardened, each demand a blow struck in steel. “I want everything. Locations. Movements. Contacts. Now. Not later...now.”
Hoseok stepped closer to the desk, the folder in his hands unopened. The weight of failure pressed down on his chest, but his voice stayed even. “There’s nothing. No whispers, no sightings. We’ve tapped every channel. If Alexei’s breathing, he’s buried himself so deep no one’s sniffed him out.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. Jungkook’s stillness was more dangerous than rage...his dark gaze fixed on Hoseok, unreadable, but radiating menace. The air seemed to thicken, pressing down with the unspoken promise of consequences.
At last, his voice sliced through the quiet. Controlled. Precise. Deadly. “Then dig deeper.”
Hoseok inclined his head, forcing calm into his tone. “We’ll widen the net. Push harder. The second there’s even a hint...”
“I don’t want a hint.” Jungkook cut him off, stepping out from behind the desk, his shadow stretching long across the polished floor. His presence filled the room, sharp as a drawn blade. “I want certainty. I want every shadow hunted, every contact squeezed until they bleed. Alexei doesn’t vanish. Not from me. If he’s breathing, he leaves a trail. Find it.”
“Yes, Don.” Hoseok swallowed, nodding once more. “Lockdown is reinforced. Our channels are open. The moment something surfaces, you’ll have it.”
Jungkook turned, lamplight catching on the sharp line of his jaw, the storm in his eyes unrelenting. “Good. Because if Alexei is alive…” He let the words hang, his calm more terrifying than fury. “…he will regret every second he ever drew breath.”
The room fell still, broken only by the muted hum of the city lights beyond. The air was colder now, the tension so thick Hoseok felt it in his bones. Jungkook stood taut, a predator coiled, every line of his body humming with intent. And though he said nothing more, his silence carried the weight of a vow: no enemy, no ghost, no betrayal would escape him...not when his family’s safety was at stake.
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Jungkook approached the bedroom with a predator’s grace, every muscle taut from the chaos of the day. The guard at the door barely dared to breathe as Jungkook relieved him, stepping inside with silent authority. The room was quiet, but it wasn’t empty...it carried the faint, familiar scent of Jaehyun, warm and comforting. Relief washed over Jungkook, brief and sharp, when his eyes fell on his pup curled tightly in the nest, tiny fingers wrapped around his blanket, eyelashes fluttering in sleep.
“Where’s your Eomma?” he murmured under his breath, scanning the room, ears straining for any hint of movement.
A soft splash echoed from the bathroom. Jimin. Alive. Safe. The tight knot of anxiety in Jungkook’s chest loosened fractionally, replaced by a slow, simmering fire of possessiveness. The warm sound of water lapping against porcelain confirmed what he already hoped: his mate was unharmed.
He crouched beside the nest, pressing his nose gently into Jaehyun’s soft hair, inhaling the sweet, spicy, milky scent of his pup. It was grounding. Sacred. A tether to the world outside the chaos. He brushed a tender kiss across the child’s cheek, careful not to disturb him. The little pup whimpered in his sleep, tiny lips forming the word, “Appa…”
“Shhh…” Jungkook’s voice rumbled low and soothing. “Appa’s here.” He exhaled a controlled stream of pheromones, warm and calming, letting them curl around the pup like a protective shield. Jaehyun sighed, curling even closer, trusting completely in the safety Jungkook promised with every subtle pulse. “I’ve got you, baby. All of you.”
Satisfied his pup was safe, Jungkook rose and stripped off his clothes, leaving only the black fabric of his Calvin Klein underwear. Muscles coiled, body tense but controlled, he moved toward the bathroom, each step purposeful, predatory.
The sight that met him stole his breath for a heartbeat. Jimin reclined in the steaming bath, eyes closed, hands tracing lightly over his belly. Legs propped over the tub’s edge, completely unaware of the dark storm simmering behind Jungkook’s eyes. The air was thick with Jimin’s scent, sweet and intoxicating, tinged with warmth and familiarity. But even that couldn’t erase the memory of the intruder’s vile words...the thought of someone else claiming what was inherently Jungkook’s. Anger and heat coiled deep in his chest.
Then Jimin opened his eyes, soft and warm, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It cut through Jungkook’s tension like a blade through smoke, grounding him.
“Hey, baby,” Jimin murmured, voice tender.
The knot in Jungkook’s chest eased just enough to let raw, consuming need flow in its place...the need to protect, to claim, to anchor his family. Without hesitation, he peeled off his underwear and slipped into the bath behind Jimin. Arms wrapped immediately around his mate’s small frame, pulling him flush against his chest.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook growled softly into his ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of the nape, voice low, possessive, vibrating against Jimin’s body.
Jimin tilted his head, leaning back into him, humming softly, allowing Jungkook to scent him fully. The alpha’s lips and tongue traced a pattern of gentle nips and licks along Jimin’s neck and collarbone, a claim, a promise.
“I’ll always protect you and Jaehyun,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick with emotion, teeth grazing sensitive skin, scent spilling like wildfire in the confined space. “You two…are my entire world.”
Jimin’s hands moved to Jungkook’s, guiding them lower, resting over the smooth curve of his belly. “No, alpha… the three of us are your entire world,” he whispered, eyes locking onto Jungkook’s, steady and unwavering.
Jungkook froze, pupils dilating. “Three?”
“Yes,” Jimin said softly, tilting his head. “Me, Jaehyun, and this little pup.” The words, the gaze, the quiet certainty...they hit him like a punch and a caress at once. “Three.”
A dark, incredulous laugh slipped from Jungkook’s lips. Reverence and disbelief warred in his chest. He shifted Jimin onto his lap, turning him to face him fully, both hands splayed over the small, still-flat belly, drinking it in as if memorizing every curve. His chest tightened, heart hammering with awe, protective pride, and raw, unrestrained desire.
Jimin’s soft laugh was a balm, and he brushed a hand over Jungkook’s arm. “I know my timing is terrible...and it’s early yet…for my scent to fully change, but I can feel it,” he said. “I wanted to wait to tell you until I knew for sure so I went last week and got a pregnancy test from Jin. I have nausea in the mornings…chest sore," Jimin smiled as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around Jungkook's neck. "You gave me another pup, alpha.”
Jungkook’s lips crashed down onto Jimin’s in a growl, claiming, marking, releasing a low vibration through his chest. Jimin responded immediately, hands gripping Jungkook’s back as they melded together in the steaming water.
He nipped and licked at Jimin’s mating mark, growling softly, “Mine…my pups…my mate…” His hands roamed possessively over Jimin’s body, anchoring both him and his omega in a bond that was fierce and undeniable.
He pressed his face into Jimin’s neck, inhaling, growling low. “I won’t let anyone touch you ever again. You’re mine…and so are our pups.”
Jimin leaned back against Jungkook’s chest, lips curling into a soft, serene smile. “Yes, alpha… we’re yours. All of us.”
Jungkook pressed a possessive kiss to the crown of his omega’s head, tightening his arms around him as the water rippled with their combined heat. Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hands under Jimin’s thighs, lifting him onto his lap and pulling him on to his hard throbbing cock.
Jimin’s hands clawed at Jungkook’s shoulders as he bottomed out, hips jerking against him instinctively as the alpha thrust into him, slow and deliberate at first, claiming every inch. “Ah… Jungkook… please…” he whimpered, body trembling, slick coating Jungkook’s thighs.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from Jungkook’s chest. Knot swelling, he pressed deeper, every thrust dragging Jimin against him, marking him with heat and scent. “Mine… all mine,” he growled, teeth grazing the curve of Jimin’s neck, nipping and sucking, leaving dark bruises as a claim. “Feel me? Feel how you belong to me?”
Jimin cried out, arching against him, body slick, walls fluttering around Jungkook’s cock. “Y-yes… I… I’m yours…” His hands fisted in Jungkook’s broad shoulders, tugging, pulling, desperate to feel more of him. Jungkook’s hands roamed his body, pressing, pinching, tracing every curve as he drove deeper, snapping his hips with raw, possessive intent.
Their mouths collided in a bruising kiss, tongues sliding and teeth grazing as Jungkook thrust harder, knot swelling bigger inside Jimin. “Take me… all of me,” he growled, teeth catching Jimin’s lower lip before letting go. Water sloshed around them, but neither noticed...they were lost in heat, scent, and pleasure.
“Mine… you feel that? You’re mine,” Jungkook growled, nipping at Jimin’s neck, knot dragging in and out, stretching him open and claiming him fully.
Jimin’s hips bucked, body trembling as the alpha’s cock filled him completely. “Yes… yes, Jungkook… take me… fill me… please…” Every thrust, every drag of the swollen knot, every growl pressed into him, making his body shiver uncontrollably.
With a guttural growl, Jungkook rolled his hips, knot locking deep, filling Jimin utterly. “Fuck… always mine… never letting go,” he hissed, teeth grazing and biting along Jimin’s scent gland as he thrust relentlessly, over and over.
Jimin gasped, arching, walls clenching, muscles fluttering around the knot. “Ah...Jungkook! I...I’m cumming!” His cries echoed around the steamy bathroom, slick dripping down his thighs, and Jungkook held him tight, grinding into him, riding out every shuddering wave.
Jungkook wasn’t done. Knot still swollen, he slammed forward again, fully claiming him, pressing deeper, nipping and sucking along the sensitive curve of Jimin’s neck. “Mine…only mine…feel me, baby?” he growled, hips snapping hard. Jimin moaned, helpless and completely surrendered.
With a final, possessive thrust, Jungkook came again, knot locking them tighter, filling Jimin completely, marking him as his. Jimin’s body shuddered violently, head thrown back, slick dripping, cries breaking free: “Ah…I’m yours…only yours…”
Jungkook collapsed against him, ragged breaths rolling through him, lips trailing down Jimin’s wet shoulder, arms tightening around his trembling omega. “Always…always mine,” he murmured, knot softening slowly, still keeping them pressed together.
Jimin melted into him, completely claimed, utterly spent, and irrevocably loved. The bathwater rippled gently around them, warm and scented, but nothing existed beyond the tether of their heat, scent, and possessive intimacy. Outside, the world could burn...inside, Jungkook had his omega, his pups, and his family, entirely and without question.
Chapter 29
Summary:
Jungkook and Jimin attend a mafia masquerade ball where a mysterious figure silently watches them.
Jimin experiences insane jealousy while at the ball.
Notes:
Another chapter posted. As of right now, this story doesn't have an end in sight. I don't know how many chapters I plan on writing. I guess it just depends on if you all want to see more lol. I have so many more ideas of where this story could go. Just let me know if you'd like to see me continue. If not, I can wrap it up.😂
Let me know what y'all think.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The office was quiet, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Jungkook sat rigid behind his mahogany desk, black suit crisp, posture taut as if ready to spring at a moment’s notice. His eyes scanned the documents in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere...on Jimin, downstairs in the kitchen with their pup Jaehyun, baking cupcakes, and on the potential dangers of the world outside these walls.
The door opened quietly, and Hoseok stepped in, holding a cream-colored envelope sealed with the Volkov crest. His warm smile didn’t quite reach his eyes tonight...he knew Jungkook was tense.
“Boss,” Hoseok said, sliding the envelope across the desk. “It came today...the Volkovs’ invitation to their annual charity masquerade ball. It's for next week.”
Jungkook’s fingers hovered over the envelope, then recoiled slightly. His jaw flexed, dark eyes narrowing. “Decline the invitation…we're not going,” he muttered. Protective instincts flared, sharp and primal. “Jimin…he’s pregnant again. A public event like that...so many eyes, so many risks. I can’t have him exposed like that.”
Hoseok leaned forward, resting both hands on the desk, voice calm but persuasive. “I know, Kook. But that’s exactly why you should go. You and Jimin. It’s appearances, politics. The Volkovs are influential...maybe not as powerful as you, but connected. You need to show the other families that you’re still the top dog. That nothing...no pregnancy, no distractions...shakes your authority.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. He rubbed at his temple, frustration and concern flickering across his face. “I don’t want to put him through that…all those people staring, judging, whispering...watching him like prey. He’s delicate, fragile…and carrying my pup.”
Hoseok’s tone softened, voice gentle yet firm. “Kook…he’s not fragile. And he trusts you. You’ll be with him the whole night. No one will even get close. Think of it as a statement, not just for appearances...but for control. You’ll show the families that your line...your mate and your future pups...is untouchable. That your presence and your protection are absolute.”
Jungkook exhaled sharply, growl low in his chest. His hands clenched into fists on the desk. Protectiveness warred with logic. He thought about the risks: the eyes lingering a second too long, rivals noting every gesture, every word. And most of all, he thought about Jimin...his omega, his mate, carrying their child. His chest tightened.
Hoseok leaned closer, lowering his voice. “And Kook…there’s more than appearances at stake. Politics. Alliances. Every family is watching. If you don’t show, people start questioning. Subtle cracks appear. The Volkovs may not be your competition, but tonight, you set the tone. They see you’re untouchable. That your mate…your family…is untouchable.”
Jungkook’s gaze fell on the envelope again. He could feel the truth in Hoseok’s words, but the instinct to protect, to shield Jimin from the world, roared in his chest. His hand flexed around the invitation, and his growl vibrated through the room.
“Fine,” he said finally, voice low, dangerous, but resigned. “We go. But Taehyung and another guard stay with him the entire time. No one gets near my omega. Period.”
Hoseok’s smile returned, small and approving, as he nodded. “Already arranged. You handle the political front. The rest? Covered. Jimin stays safe, and you show them all...your authority, your control, your…presence.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, dark eyes softening only at the thought of Jimin. He slid the invitation into his pocket, voice low and feral. “We go…and no one forgets who we are. Who he is to me. Anyone tries…anyone touches him…I won’t forgive them.”
Hoseok placed a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “They won’t, Kook. Your presence is enough. Let’s show them that your line...your mate, your pups...is untouchable. And that you...nothing shakes you.”
Jungkook’s chest rose and fell with a controlled breath, protective instincts still flaring. “Then it's settled. We will go.”
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The kitchen smelled of warm cocoa and butter. Sunlight from the large windows had long faded, replaced by the soft glow of the chandelier overhead, but the warmth in the room made it feel cozy and safe. Jungkook pushed the door open and paused, taking in the scene before him.
Jimin stood at the counter, flour dusting his cheeks and a faint streak across the tip of his nose, one hand guiding little Jaehyun who wobbled on the step stool while attempting to stir a bowl of chocolate batter. Jaehyun’s tiny hands gripped the spoon with determination, tipping the bowl slightly as he tried to mix it evenly, eyes bright and focused.
Jungkook leaned back against the doorframe, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. The sight of his mate and pup, laughing and working together in domestic chaos, eased some of the tension he’d felt about the masquerade. His protective instincts were still sharp, alert to every possible threat, but right now…right now, his family was safe, happy.
Jaehyun’s little nose twitched as it picked up a new scent...Jungkook’s...and his big doe eyes, Jungkook's eyes, lit up. “Look, Appa!” he exclaimed, nearly toppling over before Jimin steadied him. “Me and Eomma are making choccy cupcakes!”
"Choccy cupcakes, eh? Can I have one?" Jungkook laughed, stepping forward. He bent down and pressed his face gently into the crook of Jaehyun’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his pup. Jaehyun giggled, squirming, delighted by the attention. Jungkook ruffled his hair, making the little one squeal and laugh, tiny hands batting at him playfully.
Standing taller, Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin’s lips, sliding a hand over his mate’s belly with tender care. “How are you feeling?” he murmured, his voice low, growly but soft. “And the pup?”
Jimin smiled, brushing a stray dark curl back with flour-dusted fingers. “We’re both great, Kook. Everything’s perfect.”
Jungkook’s low rumble of delight vibrated through the air as he pressed a hand more firmly to Jimin’s stomach. He leaned down, kissing along his mate’s jaw, nuzzling softly before standing straight again. His other hand returned to Jaehyun’s head, brushing his hair as the little pup struggled to stir the batter.
“Eomma…help please,” Jaehyun whined, eyes wide with concentration and frustration. "I stwuggling." He grunted.
Jimin chuckled, leaning down to steady his pup. “Sorry, pup. Your Appa was distracting me,” he said with a soft laugh.
Jaehyun’s brow furrowed, his little voice high-pitched and serious. “Appa…you always kiss Eomma…what if his lips fall off? Then Eomma won't have lips anymore.”
Jungkook’s laugh rumbled deep in his chest, and he ruffled Jaehyun’s hair again. “They’re fine, pup. Completely fine. I promise.”
Jimin joined in the laughter, shaking his head at the little one’s serious concern.
Once the batter was safely poured into the cupcake pan, Jungkook drew closer, eyes darkening slightly as he spoke in a lower, more serious tone. “Baby…we’ve been invited to the Volkov's annual charity masquerade ball next week.”
Jimin paused mid-motion, spoon in hand, brow furrowed. “And you want me to go to this?"
Jungkook’s growl rumbled low in his chest, almost protective in its ferocity. “Honestly…I don’t want either of us to go. But it’s about appearances…mafia politics. We both need to show up.”
Jimin exhaled, setting the pan carefully in the oven. He gently set Jaehyun on the floor, watching the pup scurry away to admire their handiwork through the ovens glass door. “Okay...well, what should I wear?” he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Formal and decent. Nothing exposed,” Jungkook said firmly, gaze intense.
Jimin’s smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes. “So something sexy…”
Jaehyun’s little voice piped up, curiosity innocent and bright. “Eomma…what does seggsy mean?”
Jimin froze, eyes darting to Jungkook, then buried his face in his hands. “Baby…don’t say that word. It’s an adult word and it's not meant for little ears.”
Jaehyun nodded solemnly. “Otay.”
Jungkook’s low growl reverberated in the room as he repeated himself. “Formal. Something decent. Nothing that gives anyone ideas. Understand?”
Jimin peeked from behind his hands, then laughed softly, shaking his head. “Okay…got it.”
Jungkook leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, brushing Jaehyun’s hair once more as he walked by the oven. Jungkook stopped at the door and looked back.
“For the ball,” Jungkook murmured, voice soft but firm. “We show them who we are. And no one forgets it.”
Jimin nodded, a soft, trusting smile playing on his lips. “Okay…let’s do this. But right now, let’s finish the cupcakes first.”
Jungkook’s lips tugged into a small smile as he ruffled Jaehyun’s hair once more, and for a fleeting moment, the world outside the mansion, the politics, and the looming threats...all of it...felt distant. Here, in this kitchen, his family was everything.
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Night Of The Masquerade Ball
The bedroom was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the chandelier, shadows stretching along the walls, lending the space a warm but private ambiance. The house was quiet. Upstairs, Yoongi and Hoseok was in their part of the wing where they where babysitting Jaehyun for them, eyes sharp, ensuring the pup remained completely safe and out of harm’s way. Jungkook knew his family was secure, and yet his chest still tightened with protective tension.
He adjusted the silver-trimmed black mask in the mirror, dark eyes scrutinizing every detail. His tuxedo...jet black, perfectly tailored...clung to his muscular frame, the subtle shine of his shoes and cufflinks completing the intimidating, elegant image. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a low rumble, half frustration, half anticipation.
Across the room, Jimin emerged, and Jungkook’s gaze immediately locked onto him. The purple silk of his floor-length dress shimmered in the light, clinging to every curve of his body. The thigh-high slit revealed the smooth sweep of his honey-colored skin, teasing just enough to make Jungkook’s jaw tighten. Black Louboutins peeked out from under the hem, heels sharp and elegant. His dark curls, voluminous and perfectly styled with rollers, framed his face exquisitely, highlighting makeup applied to perfection: eyes deep and luminous, lips soft and inviting. And when he turned around, the dress dipped low in the back...barely covering his thick, pert ass.
Jungkook froze, his protective instincts flaring. A low, guttural growl rumbled through him. “I thought I told you formal…and decent,” he murmured, voice edged with feral possessiveness.
Jimin laughed softly, tilting his head, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You’ll survive,” he teased, stepping closer, letting his scent mingle with Jungkook’s, warm and intoxicating.
The distance closed quickly. Jungkook’s hand slid inside the slit of Jimin’s dress, brushing the lace of his delicate thong. Fingers cupped him possessively as he leaned in, pressing a sharp, claiming nip to Jimin’s lips.
“Mine,” he growled, low and dangerous.
Jimin tilted his head back slightly, lips parting as a soft purr escaped him. “Yours,” he murmured, voice warm, tender, and teasing all at once.
Time seemed to freeze for a heartbeat. The soft glow of the chandelier reflected off their masks, creating an almost magical aura around them. The distant city lights outside the window, the faint hum of the mansion, all of it faded away. Jungkook’s eyes darkened, a mixture of desire, pride, and feral protectiveness burning within them.
Jimin’s hand slid into Jungkook’s, fingers intertwining as they turned toward the door. Every step they took together radiated intimacy and possession, a silent declaration that no one outside this room could touch what was theirs.
The grand staircase awaited, polished and gleaming. They descended slowly, deliberately, each step a shared rhythm, anticipation tightening the air between them.
Outside, the black SUV gleamed under the streetlights, its sleek surface reflecting the mansion behind them. Jungkook held the door open for Jimin, watching him step in with a fluid grace, the folds of silk draping perfectly, the thigh slit teasing just enough to make Jungkook’s jaw flex.
Sliding in beside him, Jungkook’s hand found Jimin’s once more, fingers threading together with a possessive squeeze. His mask hid the dark gleam of feral satisfaction in his eyes, but the silent promise behind it was clear: no one would even think of touching what belonged to him tonight.
As the engine purred to life, Jungkook’s gaze flicked to Jimin...his mate, his omega, utterly his. With Jaehyun safely upstairs under the watch of Hoseok and Yoongi, all his focus was on protecting Jimin and keeping him untouched in the world outside these walls. And in that moment, Jungkook silently vowed: tonight, his omega would remain completely, wholly, his.
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The Volkov estate shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, walls lined with gilded mirrors reflecting a sea of masks and gowns. Tonight was a charity ball, but in mafia circles, charity was just the pretext...alliances were measured, power displayed, and influence brokered behind polite smiles.
Jungkook moved like a shadow through the ballroom, his black-and-silver mask hiding the sharp line of his jaw. Two bodyguards flanked him and Jimin: Taehyung, vigilant and close to Jimin, and another guard maintaining perimeter watch. Every movement was controlled, every greeting calculated. Tonight wasn’t about indulgence...it was about presence, authority, and political capital.
Jimin followed gracefully, his purple gown hugging his curves, spaghetti straps revealing delicate shoulders, a high slit teasing honeyed skin of his thigh, black Louboutins adding elegance. To the untrained eye, he was beauty incarnate, but to Jungkook, he was his mate, his possession, his anchor, and his heart.
The Volkov Don, mask glinting under the chandeliers, inclined his head slightly as Jungkook approached. “Don Jeon,” he said smoothly, voice carrying both courtesy and weight, “your presence honors our charity tonight.”
Jungkook nodded, his handshake firm and controlled. “The honor is mine,” he replied, calm but commanding.
The Don’s gaze swept past Jungkook to Jimin at his side. A faint smile played beneath his mask. “And I must say…you have the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen. His beauty is unmatched. Stunning.” He added, eyes lingering on Jimin's body.
Jimin stiffened slightly and raised his mask back up, feeling the attention but unsure how to respond. His delicate features and striking purple gown were already turning heads, and now the Don’s praise made him flush under his mask.
Jungkook’s hand pressed firmly to the bare skin at the small of Jimin’s back, drawing him closer in a silent warning. A low growl rumbled in his chest, protective and feral.
“Thank you,” Jungkook said smoothly, clipped and sharp. “He’s my mate.”
The Don chuckled softly, mask hiding the expression behind it. “Of course, of course. A beauty like that…any alpha would be proud to claim.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, gaze sweeping the room...not just noting allies and rivals, but tracking every pair of eyes lingering on his omega. Jimin's beauty was the kind that drew attention...radiant and poised, already drew desire and envy in equal measure. Jungkook’s instincts flared...no one would forget that Jimin belonged to him.
As the Volkov Don bid them farewell and moved on, exchanging pleasantries with other guests, Jungkook adjusted his grip on Jimin’s bare lower back, keeping him close. The ball was lavish, every corner polished and glittering, but Jungkook’s senses were already alert. This was politics, appearances, and subtle maneuvering...and he could feel when something was off.
Across the ballroom, partially hidden in the shadows near a gilded column, a man in a plain black mask stood perfectly still. Not mingling, not drinking, simply watching. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed instantly.
Taehyung, walking slightly behind, leaned in. “Boss…someone over there?”
Jungkook shook his head almost imperceptibly, his hand tightening lightly on Jimin’s waist. “Stay close. I’ve got it.”
Every time Jungkook shifted to focus on him, the figure disappeared, slipping seamlessly into the crowd, only to reappear moments later in another shadowed corner: by the orchestra, leaning against the balcony railing, reflected in a gilded mirror. Always watching. Always just out of reach.
Jimin, sensing the tension, whispered softly, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity.
“Kook…you’re tense. Who is that?”
“Someone keeping their distance,” Jungkook murmured, voice low, eyes scanning the crowd. “Not important…for now."
But instinct prickled in Jungkook’s chest. The figure wasn’t just observing...they were studying him and Jimin. There was a deliberate patience in the way they appeared and vanished, a silent challenge Jungkook could not ignore.
Through the polished crowd, Jungkook maintained his poise, nodding politely to other guests, shaking hands, exchanging smiles. Yet his grip on Jimin remained protective, possessive...every instinct on high alert.
Jungkook’s gaze was still flicking to shadowed corners, scanning for the mysterious masked figure, when movement near the edge of the ballroom caught his attention. Blonde hair, familiar stride, confident, casual, yet entirely out of place among the polite small talk and delicate laughter.
Soobin.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened instinctively. Soobin was the son of a very wealthy family with mafia ties in America. The omega had been a way to release stress long before Jimin entered his life. Nothing serious...just a convenient arrangement...and all ties had been cut off months before meeting Jimin in that bakery. Soobin’s sudden appearance now, brazen and grinning behind a sleek silver mask, sent a ripple of irritation through Jungkook.
"Jungkook," Soobin murmured as he glided to a stop in front of them.
“Soobin,” Jungkook acknowledged smoothly, voice calm, even polite...controlled. “It’s been a long time.”
Soobin’s eyes sparkled behind his mask as he leaned slightly closer, voice low, teasing.
“I hear you're a family man now. Too busy playing mate and appa to give me a call?” he murmured, hand brushing lightly over Jungkook’s arm. “I’ve been lonely without you. No one knows how to satisfy me.”
Jimin stiffened beside Jungkook, his grip tightening around his own mask, chest rising in quick, sharp breaths. He had never met Soobin before, but the way the omega touched Jungkook, the easy familiarity in his tone...he could imagine what their relationship used to be. It was like a spark to fuel his jealousy.
Before Jungkook could intervene, Jimin stepped forward, low and threatening. A growl rolled from his chest, sharp and feral. “If you touch my mate again, I swear...”
Soobin smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Looks like you haven’t tamed this one, Jungkook,” he said lightly, letting the words sting.
Jimin’s hands clenched at his sides. “If you don’t get out of my fucking face, I’ll rip your damn hands off and beat you with them,” he spat, venomous and protective.
Jungkook pressed a firm hand against Jimin’s waist, pulling him back slightly. His chest pressed to Jimin’s back as he lowered his voice, dangerous and calm all at once. “Relax,” he murmured, the growl underlining the words. “I’ve got him.”
Soobin, realizing there was no opening to push past the pair, straightened with a soft huff. “Give me a call when you’re done playing house,” he muttered, teasing grin hiding beneath his mask. And just like that, he stepped back, melting into the glittering crowd, leaving tension vibrating like static in the air.
Jimin’s chest heaved. His breaths were uneven, chest rising and falling as jealousy and protective instincts warred with his rational mind. Without another word, he spun sharply, storming away through the crowd and disappearing down a quieter corridor, away from the pressing gaze of strangers.
Jungkook’s eyes followed him, dark and sharp behind the mask, jaw tight, every muscle coiled with protective instinct. He gave a single order to Taehyung, who had been standing silently at his side: “Stay with the crowd. Make sure no one follows us.”
Jungkook exhaled slowly, forcing calm into his movements, but every fiber of him was alert. His mate was walking alone, hormones flaring, jealousy raw...and he wouldn’t let anyone, especially a ghost from his past, interfere with what was his.
Mask in place, posture perfect for the other guests, Jungkook moved toward the private hallway, eyes scanning every shadow. The tension in the air was electric, a storm waiting to break. He was about to confront the whirlwind that Soobin had ignited...the mess of jealousy, hormones, and possessiveness...and make it absolutely clear who he belongs to.
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Jimin stormed through the quiet corridor, his Louboutin heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The laughter and music of the ballroom faded behind him until he found a small, secluded room. Empty except for a polished desk and a few scattered chairs, it offered a rare pocket of privacy. He leaned onto the desk, pressing his palms into the smooth wood, trying to steady himself, but his heartbeat betrayed the tempest inside...anger, jealousy, and the swelling heat of his pregnancy hormones all colliding.
The door clicked softly behind him. Jungkook entered, mask now off, his black-on-black tuxedo perfectly tailored, every muscle tense and poised. He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he took a slow step forward, chest tightening at the sight of Jimin’s flushed, fiery expression, the way his small swell hinted at the life growing inside him.
“Don’t you ever walk away from me at an event like this,” Jungkook’s voice was low, rumbling, dangerous, each word vibrating with alpha authority. “Do you know the dangers? Do you understand what could happen?”
Jimin’s amber eyes flared, body trembling...not from fear, but from jealousy, hormones, and fire of a jealous mated and territorial, omega. With a swift motion, he threw down his mask, standing taller despite the slight swell of his belly. He pressed forward, closing the space between them.
“How long…how long did you fuck him for?” Jimin demanded, voice sharp, quivering with accusation, jealousy, and a heat that made his stomach twist. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms. “How many times did he get to feel what I...what we have? How many times did you let him taste you, hold you, mark you…while I wasn’t yours?”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, a low, guttural growl rolling from his chest. Controlled, dangerous, feral. “It was before you came into my life, Jimin. Before I ever knew you. Before we ever existed.”
Jimin’s eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin, trembling line. “Before we ever existed?” he spat, venom lacing each word. “So all the times you’ve ever touched him, kissed him, fucked him…that didn’t matter. That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
His chest heaved, voice breaking slightly with frustration. “Did he…did he know you the way I do? Did he get to make you groan his name? Did he get to see your knot swell inside him, like I do? Did he…” He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper, “Did he get to mark you?”
Jungkook’s hand went to Jimin’s jaw, tilting his face up gently but firmly, dark eyes boring into his omega’s. “No one ever got to mark me. That privilege was not their's. No one touches me now, Jimin,” he growled, voice low, vibrating with possessive heat. “No one but you. You own me. You’ve always owned me since I first saw you. And if anyone ever dares...” His jaw flexed. “...touch what’s yours, they’ll regret it.”
Jimin’s lips quivered, eyes glimmering with unshed tears and heat. “It’s not fair,” he whispered, voice raw. “You…you’ve had him. You’ve had other omegas before me. And I…I can’t get the thought out of my head that you...” He stopped, shaking, fists tightening, chest heaving with jealousy and lust. “...you wanted him.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes softened fractionally, but the possessive heat undercut it immediately. “I wanted nothing but what I have now, Jimin,” he said, low and growling. “You. My mate. My omega. My pups. Everything else was…irrelevant. Forgotten the second I saw you.”
Jimin’s chest rose and fell unevenly, body trembling with a mix of jealousy, possessive need, and relief, but his voice was sharp, almost whining. “But seeing him…talking to you like that… it made me feel…I don’t know…like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t…yours anymore.”
Jungkook’s gaze was slow, dark, and dangerous. His hands slid down to grip Jimin’s hips, pressing him flush against his body. The heat in his gaze wasn’t just anger...it was possessive, lustful, and utterly turned on by how fiercely Jimin claimed him. “You’ll always be mine, Jimin,” he whispered, teeth grazing the sensitive shell of Jimin’s ear. “Every inch, every breath, every shiver of jealousy…I love it. You make me want you more. You make me feel alive.”
Jimin’s breath hitched at the words, face flushing scarlet. “You…you like that I’m jealous?” he asked, voice small, desperate, almost pleading.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from Jungkook. “I don’t just like it,” he murmured, pressing a possessive kiss to Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing the soft skin. “I need it. Because it reminds me that you’re mine. That no one else...no one...will ever take you.”
Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line, brows knitting. "How would you feel if some alpha had me before you?,” he spat, coldly, venom lacing each word. “That some other alpha had claimed what belongs to you? That another alphas knot had been inside me?...His seed filling my womb?"
The words hit like a blade, and that was it...the final spark. Jungkook snapped. His pupils blew wide, rage and lust colliding into something feral. His jaw clenched, chest heaving as a guttural growl ripped from him.
In two strides, he had Jimin caged against the desk, his body towering, vibrating with raw dominance. His hands gripped his mate’s hips so hard Jimin gasped, dragging him flush against the rigid thickness straining his slacks. His cock twitched, angry, aching to bury inside and prove every word wrong.
“Don’t...” Jungkook snarled, voice a low, dangerous rumble. His lips were at Jimin’s ear, hot breath searing. “...ever say that again.”
One hand shot down, slipping beneath the slit of Jimin’s dress. He found the slick-soaked lace and ripped it off with one ruthless tug, the fabric shredding like paper. He stuffed the ruined panties into his pocket with a growl, eyes blazing. “No one touches what’s mine.”
Jimin shivered, lips parting, scent spilling thick in the air, sweet and addictive. Jungkook’s control frayed. His teeth grazed Jimin’s neck, just above his mark, before biting down hard enough to make Jimin whimper.
“You think I’d let anyone knot you?” Jungkook rasped, grinding his clothed cock against the omega’s drenched heat, smearing slick through the fabric. “You think I wouldn’t tear them apart piece by piece?” His voice broke into a growl, hips snapping forward in a sharp thrust that made the desk shudder. “I'm going to fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name.”
Jimin trembled, his venom gone, replaced by molten submission, every nerve alight under the weight of Jungkook’s fury-laced lust.
Jungkook didn’t hesitate...he spun Jimin around, pressing his chest flat to the desk, the wood creaking beneath the force. His hand slid up Jimin’s spine, pushing him down until his ass was arched high, perfectly presented. He lifted the hem of his long dress up over his waist and parted his thighs with his leg.
“Mine,” Jungkook snarled, ripping his belt open and dragging his slacks down just enough to free his throbbing cock. He pumped himself once, slick from Jimin’s ruined panties still coating his fingers, before lining up and driving in with a brutal, single thrust.
Jimin cried out, hands clawing at the desk for purchase, body jolting as Jungkook buried himself to the hilt, knot already swollen, battering at his rim. The stretch was obscene, slick gushing down his thighs, and still Jungkook gave him no pause, hips slamming forward again and again.
Every thrust was punishing, possessive, his chest pressed tight to Jimin’s back, lips at his ear. “No one has you like this, but me,” he growled, teeth sinking into Jimin’s neck hard enough to bruise. “No one ever will.”
Jimin whimpered, tears pricking his eyes as pleasure tore through him. “A-Alpha...”
“Say it,” Jungkook demanded, rutting into him relentlessly, his cockhead grinding that sweet spot deep inside. “Say who owns this perfect little hole. Say who knots you.”
“You!” Jimin gasped, voice breaking. “You, Jungkook...you’re the only one!”
Jungkook’s growl vibrated against his skin, primal and victorious. His knot swelled thick, locking them together, his hips grinding tight circles to force every drop of slick to milk his cock. Jimin sobbed out a cry, his body convulsing as he came hard, slick flooding down his thighs and coating the desk.
Jungkook chased him down, rutting through the spasms, chasing his own peak. He bit down on Jimin’s mating mark, claiming him all over again, as his knot swelled to full size and locked deep. With a guttural snarl, he spilled inside, flooding Jimin’s womb with hot, endless pulses of cum until it overflowed, dripping down their joined thighs.
Jimin went limp against the desk, trembling, completely spent, his breath coming in ragged sobs of relief and pleasure. Jungkook stayed molded to him, chest pressed against his back, knot sealing them together in a primal bond. His hand slid over Jimin’s belly, possessive, protective, trembling from the force of his release.
“You are mine,” Jungkook panted, voice rough, forehead pressed against Jimin’s temple. “My omega. My mate. My everything.”
Jimin, boneless and overwhelmed, whispered hoarsely, “Yours…only yours.”
Jungkook growled, satisfied, his teeth grazing Jimin’s ear. “I’ll fuck it into you every time you forget.”
Jimin trembled, his cheek pressed against the cool wood, body utterly wrung out, legs shaking too much to hold himself upright. Jungkook caught the shift instantly. With a grunt, he hooked one arm around Jimin’s chest, pulling him up against his chest, keeping his cock and swollen knot buried deep.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, his voice raw but gentler now, lips brushing Jimin’s damp temple. He tucked Jimin against him, rocking his hips slowly, soothing the overstimulated omega instead of pounding him deeper. His palm slid down, splaying wide across the small swell of Jimin’s belly where their pup lay. “You did so good for me. Took me so well.”
Jimin whimpered, turning his face into Jungkook’s throat, inhaling the grounding scent of sandalwood and dark spices that drowned his senses. His fingers clutched Jungkook’s hair, desperate to keep him close.
“I'm sorry...I didn’t mean it. My pregnancy hormones drove me insane with jealousy,” Jimin whispered hoarsely, voice cracking, guilt spilling out now that the storm had passed. “I was jealous...over that omega…I don't want anyone else. I just…I only ever want you.”
Jungkook exhaled a low, rumbling growl...not anger this time, but relief and need. He cupped Jimin’s jaw, tilting his face up for a slow, possessive kiss that lingered, tongues brushing lazily as if to seal the confession.
“Shh,” Jungkook soothed against his lips, kissing him again and again until Jimin melted. “We belong to each other. That’s all that matters. You can say the ugliest things, fight me, claw at me...I’ll still hold you like this after. I’ll never let you go.”
The words sank into Jimin’s bones, easing the last of the tremors. His body sagged against Jungkook, pliant, safe, overwhelmed by the warmth of his alpha wrapped around him.
With a low growl, Jungkook slid his arms under Jimin’s thighs, hauling him closer without ever breaking the tie. His strength made it effortless...he pivoted them together, turning so he could sink down into the desk chair, dragging Jimin with him in one fluid motion. Jimin landed astride his lap, straddling him facing forward, their bodies still fused, skin pressed tight.
Jimin whimpered softly at the shift, turning his flushed face into Jungkook’s neck. “Alpha,” he breathed, voice raw, broken, thick with exhaustion and emotion.
Jungkook’s chest tightened, and he cradled his omega closer, one big hand stroking slowly up and down his bare back, the other protectively over his belly. His knot kept pulsing, tying them together in a primal lock neither of them would break.
“My omega,” Jungkook whispered into Jimin’s hair. “My mate. My heart. I’ll always love you like this…angry, jealous, sweet, broken...doesn’t matter. You’re mine.”
Jimin’s lashes fluttered against his skin, a tear slipping free, but his lips curved faintly. “Yours,” he echoed, soft as a vow, finally at peace in the cage of Jungkook’s arms.
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The Volkov estate receded behind them as Jungkook’s sleek black car purred smoothly through the quiet streets. Jimin sat close, leaning against him, still flushed from the storm of desire and adrenaline. His purple gown, slightly rumpled now, clung softly, and the faint scent of lemons and honey...the intoxicating, uniquely male omega scent...made Jungkook’s chest tighten in possessive satisfaction.
Taehyung and the second bodyguard rode up front, eyes alert on the road and surroundings. The mansion felt miles away, but Jungkook didn’t relax...not fully...not until Jimin was safely inside their home.
Jimin broke the silence first, voice small but insistent, fingers brushing lightly against Jungkook’s hand. “Kook…who was that masked man? The one in the shadows? He kept appearing, watching us…”
Jungkook’s jaw tensed. His gaze swept the rearview mirror, briefly scanning the street behind them before returning to Jimin. Calm, controlled, but his protective instincts flared at the thought of someone observing his omega. “Someone who shouldn’t be here…someone I’ll handle,” he said smoothly. His hand found Jimin’s, fingers tightening around his. “But don’t worry…I saw him. I know. I'll take care of it.”
Jimin’s brows furrowed, concern flickering across his face. “He…he didn’t move toward us, just kept watching. It felt…wrong.”
“It was,” Jungkook admitted, low and dark, the growl underlying his calm a warning even through the glass of the car. “He was observing, testing. But he won’t touch you. No one will. Not while I’m around.”
Jimin’s hands squeezed Jungkook’s, the tension in his body slowly easing under Jungkook’s protective presence. “Promise?”
Jungkook pressed a brief kiss to his temple, possessive and tender all at once. “I swear. No one lays a hand on you, Jimin. Not tonight, not ever.”
The city lights passed in muted streaks through the tinted windows. For a moment, the car was a private bubble of warmth, quiet, and security. Jimin leaned closer, resting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, still riding the high of jealousy, desire, and relief.
Jungkook’s gaze remained alert, scanning their path, but his other senses were entirely attuned to his omega. One hand curved possessively around Jimin’s waist, the other brushing over the small swell of his abdomen...protective, claiming, and entirely feral in his devotion.
“Stay close to me,” he murmured, voice low. “No shadows, no strangers, nothing will get near you. Not while I’m breathing.”
Jimin pressed a soft, trembling kiss to Jungkook’s hand, murmuring, “I won’t…I’ll always stay with you.”
The city passed silently around them, but Jungkook’s mind never left the ballroom shadows. The masked man would have to wait...tonight, his priority was simple and absolute: his mate, his omega, and their safety.
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The inner circle remained gathered in the mansion’s war room, the night quiet outside but the air thick with strategy and tension. Jungkook leaned against the table, hands clenched, eyes dark.
“There’s something about him,” Jungkook said, low and dangerous. “The way he waited…the control in it. He wasn’t reckless. He was watching. Studying. It wasn’t random.”
Yoongi’s sharp gaze swept across the table. “You think it’s someone we’ve dealt with before?”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Not me. I’ve never faced him. But I’ve felt that kind of pressure before...like someone circling a hunt. Calculated. Patient. Whoever he is, he wasn’t there by chance.”
A beat of silence passed before Taehyung finally spoke, his tone cool but edged with certainty. “I’ve seen someone like that.”
All eyes turned to him.
Taehyung’s lips curved into a grim line. “Alexei. Before the explosion. I tracked him for weeks, watching from the shadows. He never wasted a move. Always circling, waiting for the right moment to strike. The man at the masquerade…he moved the same way. Like he had all the time in the world, because in his mind, the prey couldn’t escape.”
Hoseok’s brow furrowed. “You’re saying it’s him?”
“I can’t prove it,” Taehyung admitted. “But no one else I’ve ever seen has that kind of patience. That stillness. It was like watching a predator with his eyes already set on the kill.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, a low growl vibrating from his chest. “If it is Alexei, then he’s made a mistake. He put himself too close. He watched me with my omega and thought he could walk away unseen. He won’t stay hidden for long.”
Namjoon leaned forward, analytical, precise. “Then we confirm it. Guest list from the masquerade...every family, every alpha, every omega. Every tie, every connection. If he was there, he left a trail. We’ll find it.”
Hoseok nodded sharply. “I’ll start immediately. I’ll pull every angle from surveillance, every shadow he passed through. He might be bold, but he isn’t perfect. Not always.”
Yoongi’s voice dropped, calm but lethal. “And once we know for certain…it’s over.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly, only when the thought of Jimin and their pups crossed his mind. “No one touches my family. Not Alexei, not anyone. He can circle all he wants, but he’ll learn soon enough not to fuck with me.”
Hoseok placed a steady hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “We’ll make sure of it.”
Jungkook’s lips pressed into a firm line. “Good. Then get me that list. Tonight.”
The war room filled with the quiet scrape of papers, phones buzzing, and focused determination. Outside, the night lay calm. But inside, wolves sharpened their teeth, ready for the hunt.
Chapter 30
Summary:
Hoseok discovers who the masked man is at the ball.
Jimin goes for his first ultrasound appointment.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Hoseok sat alone at the polished mahogany desk, the heavy silence of the mansion wrapping around him like a shroud. The grand hallways, usually filled with the quiet hum of guards or the distant murmur of activity, were still. Even the tick of the ornate grandfather clock down the corridor seemed too loud in the absence of life. It was past midnight, and the glow of a single lamp cast long shadows across the papers sprawled before him.
The Volkov masquerade guest list lay neatly copied in his hand, Jungkook’s clipped instructions still echoing in his ears: “Find out who he was. Every name. I don’t want ghosts lingering.”
Most of the names were routine...expected. Old money, long-standing mafia families, syndicates with whom they’d fought and dined in equal measure, allies with familiar grudges and loyalties. Hoseok’s sharp eyes skimmed the pages quickly, checking, cross-referencing, his pen tapping against the wood. He had spent years memorizing these families, their dealings, their bloodlines. He knew their faces, their scents, their sins.
But then his pen stopped.
A. Popov.
The name was inked as cleanly as the rest, unassuming, even bland. But Hoseok’s instincts prickled instantly. Every other name was recognizable...men and women who played roles in the underworld’s unending theater. But this one…no connections. No trail. No rumors.
Nothing.
Leaning back in his chair, Hoseok rubbed at his temple. Jungkook had been unsettled the entire night by a masked figure lingering at the edge of the ballroom, appearing only long enough to observe, then vanishing the moment he tried to approach. Hoseok hadn’t seen the figure himself, but Jungkook’s instincts were rarely wrong. A predator recognizes another predator.
And now, on the guest list, the only anomaly was this A. Popov.
He turned to the Syndicate’s archives...past masquerades, official galas, high-profile gatherings where masks and anonymity mingled with politics and blood. Line after line scrolled before him on the laptop, a digital ledger of power games. Yet not once, not once, did the name appear. Whoever they were, they hadn’t been seen in their circles before. That was calculated. Deliberate.
Whoever A. Popov was, they weren’t just careful. They were bold.
It wasn’t easy to step into the same room as Jungkook and Jimin, to hover close enough to watch without flinching under Jungkook’s presence. That kind of patience and precision wasn’t random...it was predatory. Testing boundaries. Taking the measure of their Don.
Hoseok’s jaw tightened as he picked up the phone, dialing the one person he trusted to cut through his spiraling thoughts. Yoongi answered on the second ring, his voice rough but instantly alert.
“Baby,” Hoseok began, his tone low, steady. “I’ve gone through the Volkov list. Every name is accounted for…except one. A. Popov. There’s no record. Not in registries, not in syndicate networks, not even in background checks from previous events. It’s like they don’t exist.”
There was a pause, then Yoongi’s voice, calm but razor-sharp: “So someone we’ve never seen before. Hiding in plain sight.”
“Exactly.” Hoseok exhaled sharply, eyes returning to the circled name on the paper. “And based on Jungkook’s description…the masked figure, always at the edge of the room, watching him and Jimin? It fits. Someone deliberate. Someone measuring him.”
Yoongi hummed softly, the sound thoughtful, but Hoseok knew the steel under it. “Sounds like a problem.”
“That’s an understatement.” Hoseok reached for his pen again, underlining the name, circling it twice. “I’m compiling everything we can...past events, movements, contacts. Anything that hints at where this ghost came from. Because whoever A. Popov is, they’ve already slipped into our world once.”
He clicked the receiver down and pressed the print command. The printer groaned, spitting out a crisp sheet where A. Popov’s name glared back at him, stark against the sea of familiar players. He circled it in red ink, then highlighted other attendees who had moved strangely during the ball...people who lingered near exits, who shifted masks too often, who vanished during key moments. Subtle signs most would overlook.
Leaning back, Hoseok rubbed his tense shoulders, staring at the list as though the letters themselves would rearrange into an answer. A single unfamiliar name among dozens of well-known families, and yet it burned brighter than all the rest.
A warning.
Hoseok’s gut told him the masquerade had not just been about appearances. It had been a message. A quiet intrusion.
This was no ordinary guest.
And whoever A. Popov truly was, they weren’t just testing Jungkook.
They were hunting him.
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The guest list from the Volkov masquerade lay spread across Jungkook's desk, neat lines of names inked in fine calligraphy, each letter deliberate, expensive. The flicker of the fire in the hearth caught on the edges of the parchment, shadows dancing over black ink.
Yoongi lounged in the leather armchair across from him, glass of whiskey in hand, but his posture was deceiving; his sharp eyes hadn’t left the page once. Namjoon stood stiff at Jungkook’s side, broad frame drawn taut, arms crossed, jaw set. Hoseok leaned forward, one hand flat against the desk, the other tapping a finger against a particular line of script like he was trying to beat the answer out of it.
A. Popov.
The name stood stark and out of place among familiar men...capos, lieutenants, old allies, bitter rivals. Every name but that one was a known quantity.
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on it, his dark brows furrowed. His voice, when he spoke, was low, weighted. “Every man on here I know. Each one has history with Volkov...business, blood, or betrayal.” He tapped the tip of his finger once against the unfamiliar letters. “All except this one.”
“Same here,” Hoseok said, shaking his head. “I went over it twice. Popov doesn’t exist in our records. No dealings, no mentions in police files, not even a ghost rumor in the smaller syndicates.”
Namjoon’s voice came clipped, disbelieving. “Then how the fuck does he walk into Volkov’s masquerade? That ballroom was locked tighter than a bank vault. Volkov wouldn’t risk an unknown at his table unless…” He trailed off.
“Unless someone powerful smoothed the way,” Hoseok finished, his tone grim. “Either Popov’s an alias…or someone with serious weight wanted him there.”
The silence thickened.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking with the motion, but his stare never broke from the page. The name scratched at him, like claws at the back of his mind. Something old. Something unfinished.
“Any new information on Alexei?” His voice cut through the quiet like a blade, sharp and demanding.
Hoseok’s mouth tightened before he answered. “No.” He shook his head once, slow. “Nothing. Not a whisper, not a footprint. If he’s alive, he’s erased himself completely.” He exhaled through his nose, eyes dark. “I’ve dug through corpses, shipping manifests, black market chatter. There’s nothing. He’s a ghost.”
Yoongi set his glass down with a soft clink, his gaze narrowing to slits. “And now this name shows up. Uninvited. Unfamiliar.”
Namjoon grunted, shifting his stance, the firelight carving his features into stone. “Could be coincidence. Could be nothing.”
But Jungkook didn’t believe in coincidence. He never had.
His knuckles whitened against the carved wood of the desk, muscles tensing with the effort it took to stay seated. His gut told him the truth, the kind of instinct that had kept him alive in a world where hesitation got you killed.
“No,” he muttered, voice low, dangerous. “Ghosts don’t appear without reason.”
He stared at the name, and in his mind it blurred, letters twisting, reshaping into something older, more venomous. Alexei.
“If this Popov is Alexei hiding behind another mask,” Jungkook said, his voice dropping into a growl, “then he made a mistake writing his name down at all.”
The weight of his words sank into the room, pulling silence taut like a wire ready to snap. Yoongi’s eyes flicked to Hoseok, who only pressed his lips tighter together. Namjoon’s jaw worked, but he said nothing.
Finally Hoseok broke the silence, speaking carefully. “I’ll dig into it. Cross-check the name against registries, shipments, travel manifests. If it’s fake, there’ll be a trail. If it’s real, we’ll see who’s holding the leash.”
Jungkook leaned forward again, the fire casting hard shadows across his face, his eyes cold and resolute. “Do it. And keep digging for Alexei. I don’t care how far back you have to go, or how much blood you spill to find answers. If this ghost thinks he can circle my territory…” His lips curled back, half snarl, half smile. “…he’s already dead.”
The fire cracked sharply in the hearth, the sound loud in the stillness. The paper lay between them, a battlefield reduced to ink and suspicion, but the threat it carried was undeniable.
A. Popov. Unknown. Unfamiliar. And maybe a phantom with blood ties to Jungkook’s past.
Jungkook’s eyes glinted, dark and feral.
“This time,” he murmured, voice edged with promise, “I’ll make sure he stays buried.”
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The following morning marked Jimin’s two month checkup, their first appointment to ensure their pup was thriving. The clinic, tucked into the mansion’s lower level, was calm and immaculate, carrying the faint tang of antiseptic softened by the lilies Jin had insisted on placing near the door. Jimin padded in with Jungkook at his side, the alpha’s broad hand steady at the small of his back, guiding him forward with a protectiveness that lingered even within the safety of their own home.
Jin looked up from his chart, smiling warmly when he saw them. “Ah, right on time. Come in, come in. Let’s get our omega checked.”
Jimin flushed a little at the phrasing, ducking his head, but Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride. He helped Jimin up onto the small platform scale, his hand never leaving his waist. Jin clicked his pen, jotting down the number.
“Good,” Jin said. “You’ve gained a couple pounds since last time, Jimin. That’s exactly what I like to see.”
Jungkook leaned down close, murmuring against his mate’s ear, “Told you all those late-night snacks weren’t a problem.”
Jimin elbowed him softly, but the corners of his mouth curved up.
Jimin relaxed into Jungkook’s hold, until Jin gestured to the exam table. “Alright, go ahead and lie down for me. Shirt up, pants a little lower.”
Jungkook immediately stepped in to help, tugging Jimin’s shirt carefully up his chest and easing the waistband of his soft pants down just far enough to reveal the curve of his stomach. Jimin lay back, cheeks pink, while Jungkook hovered close, eyes dark and intent as though he could see straight through his omega’s skin.
Jin prepped the machine, the familiar hum filling the room. He squeezed warm gel onto the probe, and Jimin hissed softly at the sensation, shivering a little. Jungkook instantly growled low, possessive, until Jimin caught his wrist and whispered, “It’s fine, alpha. Just cold.”
The screen flickered to life, black-and-white shapes shifting as Jin maneuvered the wand across Jimin’s belly. A steady sound suddenly filled the room...rapid, rhythmic, alive.
The baby’s heartbeat.
Jimin’s eyes welled up instantly. Jungkook froze, chest tight, then let out a low, trembling rumble that shook the exam table. His hand covered Jimin’s, his thumb stroking over his knuckles as his eyes locked on the screen.
“That’s your pup,” Jin said softly. “Strong heartbeat. Everything looks good. You're about two months along now.”
Jungkook bent down, nuzzling his face against Jimin’s hair, voice thick. “Our pup…you’re carrying them so well, baby.”
But then Jin’s tone shifted, calm but clinical. “One note, though...this little one is measuring a lot smaller than when you were pregnant with Jaehyun at this stage. Have you had any nausea or vomiting?"
Jungkook’s head snapped up instantly, panic flashing across his features. His grip on Jimin’s hand tightened. “Smaller? Why? Am I not feeding him enough?” His voice cracked on the last word, fear bleeding through.
Jimin blinked up at him in surprise before bursting out in a soft laugh, cupping his alpha’s cheek. “Yes, alpha, I’m eating just fine. You’re feeding me so much I feel like I’ll roll out of bed most nights." Jimin then turned to look at Jin, "But no, Jin...no vomiting...just nausea in the mornings.”
Jin chuckled, shaking his head as he made a note. “It’s normal in the first trimester, Jungkook. Every pregnancy measures differently, even from the same parents. If the baby still isn’t catching up by next month, then we’ll look closer. But for now? It’s perfectly normal. Jimin is healthy. The pup is healthy.”
Jungkook’s panic eased slowly, replaced by a deep, satisfied rumble that vibrated in his chest. He pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, relief softening his features. “Healthy,” he repeated, like a promise to himself.
Jin started jotting down a few last notes, but Jungkook cleared his throat, still sounding a little raw. “Jin…could you, uh...print me a copy of that image? The ultrasound.”
Jin glanced up, eyebrows raising, then softened into a smile. “Of course. I’ll print one so you can keep it in your nest.”
But Jungkook shook his head quickly, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. “No...I mean, yes, but I…I want one for my desk. I’ve already got Jimin’s picture there. And Jaehyun’s. There’s a spot waiting for this one.”
Jin’s smile widened knowingly as he turned back to the machine. The printer whirred softly, spitting out a glossy strip of black-and-white images. He handed them over, and Jungkook accepted them almost reverently, like they were made of glass.
Jimin watched him, chest aching with love. His alpha...this fierce, dangerous man who made whole mafia kingdoms bow before him...was gazing at a fuzzy little outline like it was the most sacred thing in existence.
“You’re unbelievable,” Jimin whispered, his voice thick with affection.
Jungkook looked up, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “What?”
“You,” Jimin breathed, cupping his cheek. “The way you love us. The way you…the way you make everything feel like the most important thing in the world.” His throat bobbed as he tried not to cry. “You already saved a space for them.”
Jungkook leaned down, pressing his forehead to his omega’s. His voice came out rough. “There’s nothing more important than our two pups.”
Jimin’s heart swelled so full it almost hurt. He kissed him softly, lingering, tasting the relief and devotion still rolling off his alpha. When they pulled apart, Jungkook tucked the photo carefully into his breast pocket, as though carrying his family against his heart.
Jin cleaned off the gel and helped Jimin sit up, smiling. “Come back in a month and we’ll check again. Until then, keep eating, keep resting. No stress.”
“Yes, doctor,” Jimin said sweetly. He tugged Jungkook down for a kiss, sensing how tightly wound he still was.
When Jin left them alone to tidy the room, Jimin glanced up at Jungkook, eyes sparkling. “Alpha,” he whispered, brushing his fingers over Jungkook’s jaw, “can we tell Jaehyun tonight? At bedtime?”
Jungkook blinked, caught off guard. His protective instincts bristled first...was it too soon? Would Jaehyun be hurt by a new pup entering their lives? But the hope shining in his omega’s eyes melted all hesitation.
He cupped Jimin’s cheek, thumb stroking over his skin. “Tonight,” Jungkook promised, voice low and warm. “We’ll tell our pup together.”
The omega beamed, pressing into his alpha’s hand, already imagining Jaehyun’s little face lighting up at the news.
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The room was dim, the only light a soft golden glow from the small lamp on the nightstand. The air was warm and comfortable, filled with the gentle hush of night. Their nest smelled of clean sheets and them, the comforting blend of alpha, omega, and pup interwoven.
Jaehyun wriggled between them, still buzzing from bath time, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair sticking up in damp tufts. Jimin lay on one side, combing his fingers slowly through his son’s hair, while Jungkook stretched out on the other, one strong arm looped around Jimin’s waist.
“Eomma, Appa,” Jaehyun whispered, voice pitched with curiosity. “What did you wanna tell me? Is it a surprise?”
Jimin’s heart thudded nervously. He glanced at Jungkook, who gave a slow nod of encouragement. Turning back to his pup, Jimin smiled tenderly. “Baby…you’re going to be a big brother.”
For a second Jaehyun just blinked, stunned. Then his eyes went round as coins, his mouth falling open. “A big brother?! Really?!”
Jungkook chuckled, his chest rumbling with pride. “Really, pup.”
Jaehyun practically bounced upright in the nest, little fists curled tight with excitement. “I’m gonna protect the new pup! Just like I protect Eomma! Nobody will touch them, I promise. I’ll be the best big brother in the whole world!”
Emotion tugged at Jimin’s chest so fiercely it almost hurt. He gathered Jaehyun close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I know you will, baby. You’re already the best.”
Jaehyun squirmed back, eyes darting around the nest like he expected a bundle to appear. “But...where’s the pup? I don’t see them.”
Smiling softly, Jimin tugged up the hem of his nightshirt, baring the faint swell of his belly. “The pup is in here, love. Growing in Eomma’s tummy. You were in here once too.”
The boy’s little mouth dropped open in wonder. He leaned forward like he was seeing something magical. After a moment, his brows furrowed. “But…how do pups get inside Eomma’s tummy?”
Jimin froze, biting his lip, before darting a helpless look at Jungkook. The alpha smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes, before pulling Jaehyun gently against his chest.
“Well,” Jungkook began, voice low and soothing, “when an alpha and an omega love each other very, very much, the moon goddess gives them a blessing. She puts that blessing into the omega’s tummy so it can grow big and strong. And that blessing is a pup.”
Jaehyun gasped dramatically, covering his mouth with both hands. “So…the moon goddess put me in Eomma’s tummy?”
“That’s right,” Jungkook said, his big hand ruffling the pup’s damp hair. “You lived in Eomma's tummy until you grew big and strong.”
The little boy’s whole face lit up. His expression turned serious and reverent as he sat up and carefully lowered his head against Jimin’s belly. His small hands pressed on either side, as if he could shield the life inside already.
“Hello, baby pup,” Jaehyun whispered. “I’m your big brother. Don’t be scared, okay? I’ll protect you forever.”
Jimin’s tears blurred his vision as he brushed trembling fingers through his son’s hair. “You were a gift too, Jaehyun. The best gift I’ve ever received. Both of my pups are gifts.”
Jaehyun’s face scrunched up with determination. “I’m gonna teach them everything! I’ll show them how to play cars, and how to build the tallest blocks, and how to run really fast. Oh! And I’ll share my snacks too. Even the good ones.”
Jungkook laughed softly, tugging him closer. “That’s very generous, pup.”
“And I’ll sing them lullabies when they cry!” Jaehyun added with wide eyes, suddenly worried. “Eomma, babies cry a lot, right? I’ll sing my favorite song to make them stop.”
Jimin let out a watery laugh. “That would help so much, baby.”
Jaehyun puffed his chest out proudly, then leaned down again to whisper to Jimin’s belly, “Don’t worry, baby pup. Eomma and Appa are the best, and I’m the strongest. You’re safe.”
With a sudden burst of love, Jaehyun scrambled up into Jimin’s arms, throwing his arms tightly around his eomma’s neck. Jimin let out a soft, choked laugh, hugging him back fiercely and pressing kiss after kiss into his damp hair.
When Jimin lifted his gaze, Jungkook was watching them with a smile so full of love it made Jimin’s chest ache. Their eyes met, the bond between them humming like a promise: their family was growing, their love multiplying.
Slowly, Jaehyun’s energy began to ebb. He settled back between them, tucking himself against Jimin’s chest with one arm slung over his belly protectively. His lashes fluttered heavier with each blink until at last his breathing evened out, warm puffs against Jimin’s shirt.
Jimin stroked his son’s hair until he was certain he was asleep, then looked over at Jungkook again. His alpha’s dark eyes glimmered in the lamplight, fixed on him with quiet reverence.
“Can you believe him?” Jimin whispered, voice hushed so as not to wake their pup. “He already loves this pup so much.”
Jungkook reached across the nest, brushing the back of his hand over Jimin’s cheek. “He’s like you,” the alpha murmured. “Full of love. Fierce, protective, soft. He’s going to be the best big brother.”
Jimin’s throat worked, his tears spilling freely now. “I’m so lucky, Kook…both of you…our pups.”
Jungkook leaned in, kissing him softly, slowly, a promise against his lips. “No, baby. We’re lucky. The moon goddess blessed me with you, with our family. Nothing in this world will ever come before you three. Nothing.”
Jimin melted against him, clinging to Jungkook’s wrist, heart swelling with so much love it was almost too much to hold.
And there, with their firstborn tucked safely between them and another blessing growing inside, they drifted together into the kind of peace only family could bring.
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The late morning sunlight spilled across the garden, warming the stone pathways and glinting off the fountain in the center of the courtyard. Jimin walked slowly, his hand tucked comfortably into Jungkook’s as their little pup trotted ahead of them with all the seriousness of a soldier on patrol. Jungkook had taken the entire day off from work, entrusting every responsibility to Yoongi, determined to spend the hours not as a don but as a mate and a father, present for his family in the rare stillness of peace.
Jaehyun clutched his toy truck in one hand, chest puffed out proudly as if the whole mansion needed to be reminded that he had a very important job now.
“Careful! Don’t get too close to Eomma!” Jaehyun barked suddenly at one of the passing guards, his tiny growl making the burly alpha pause mid-step. The guard blinked, startled for only a moment before his face cracked into a grin.
“Yes, young master,” the guard said solemnly, bowing his head as though Jaehyun had given an order.
Jaehyun gave a firm nod, completely satisfied with himself before spinning back around to trot ahead again. “There’s a pup in Eomma’s tummy!” he announced to anyone who would listen, his little voice carrying across the garden. “Everyone has to be careful!”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed but soft with affection. He glanced at Jungkook, who was watching their son with undisguised pride. The corners of the alpha’s mouth tugged upward, his chest rumbling with a pleased little growl every time Jaehyun declared himself protector of both Eomma and the new pup.
One of the gardeners bent down to pick up a watering can, only for Jaehyun to stomp his little foot. “Hey! Don’t splash water near Eomma!” he ordered, face scrunching in determination.
The gardener chuckled quietly and dipped his head. “Of course, little master. I’ll be careful.”
“And don’t carry heavy things near him either! Appa says Eomma is fragile,” Jaehyun added, narrowing his eyes in what he clearly thought was a very intimidating glare.
Jimin covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh, goodness…he’s really taking this seriously,” he murmured, voice fond. Then he turned his gaze toward Jungkook, eyes soft. “He acts just like you, you know. The way he growls, the way he stands in front of me like a little shield…it’s exactly what you do.”
Jungkook’s chest swelled, his arm immediately tightening around Jimin’s waist. His gaze stayed on their son, but his voice was low, reverent. “That’s because he’s mine. My blood, my pup. Of course he’s going to protect what’s his.” He tilted his head, brushing his nose and lips against Jimin’s temple. “Just like I always will.”
They reached the sandbox tucked beneath the shade of a tall oak tree, Jaehyun dropping to his knees and immediately beginning to dig roads and hills for his trucks. But even as he played, his gaze flicked constantly back to Jimin, like a little wolf pup who knew his pack’s heart was right there in his Eomma’s belly.
When a butterfly drifted too close to Jimin’s lap, Jaehyun scrambled up with surprising speed. “Shoo! Not near Eomma!” he scolded, waving his arms until it fluttered away. Then, satisfied, he puffed his chest out again. “See? I scared it off for you, Eomma!”
Jimin laughed softly, holding out his arms as Jaehyun clambered up onto the bench and into his lap. “Oh, my little alpha,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s soft hair. “You’re taking your job very seriously, aren’t you?”
“I have to, Eomma!” Jaehyun replied earnestly, pressing both small hands firmly onto Jimin’s belly, as if he could shield the tiny life growing inside. “Nobody’s going to hurt the pup or you! I’m gonna protect you both!”
He turned toward Jungkook suddenly, eyes narrowing in serious thought. “Appa, if bad guys come, we have to fight them together, okay? You take the big ones, and I’ll bite the small ones!” He demonstrated with a fierce little chomp of his teeth, making Jimin laugh until tears pricked his eyes.
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with pride from where he sat beside them, one hand resting lightly on Jimin’s shoulder. “Just like his Appa,” he said softly, voice full of warmth. “He’s already learning from the best.”
“You’re so strong, pup,” Jimin whispered, brushing back his hair. “Appa and I are very proud of you.”
“Stronger than the guards?” Jaehyun asked suddenly, looking up with wide eyes.
Jungkook chuckled deeply from where he sat beside them, one hand lightly smoothing the pups hair back . “You’re learning, aren’t you? That makes you strong in all the right ways.”
Jaehyun nodded seriously, leaning down to press his cheek to Jimin’s belly. “Pup…don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. I’ll watch out for you and Eomma! If anyone comes close, I’ll growl super loud and they’ll run away.”
Jimin brushed his fingers over Jaehyun’s back, his eyes stinging with love. “He really is…he’s just like you, Kook. Fierce, protective, and so full of love.”
Jungkook leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple, inhaling the scent of his mate and their little pup curled safely between them. “We’ve built a strong pack,” he murmured. “And it’s only going to grow stronger.”
Jimin looked up at him, eyes soft and shining. “Yes…and our little alpha is going to make sure of it,” he said with a laugh, hugging Jaehyun tightly.
The three of them sat together in quiet contentment, the garden alive with birdsong and soft breeze, feeling the bond of their family grow deeper with every heartbeat. Jaehyun’s tiny hands rested protectively on his Eomma’s belly, Jungkook’s strong arm encircling them both, and Jimin’s own arms holding them close…safe, loved, and entirely theirs.
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Later that evening Hoseok sat hunched in the dim glow of his office, a half-empty mug of cold coffee shoved to the side, papers fanned across the desk in a chaotic order only he understood. The laptop’s screen cast a pale light over his drawn face, and the steady hum of the cooling fan blended with the rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft scratch of his pen as he cross-referenced guest lists, double-checking names against syndicate archives for the hundredth time.
He should have given up hours ago. His eyes burned, rimmed with sleepless shadows, but tension kept him upright. Somewhere in the haze of masquerade records, in the blurred edges of aliases and forged documents, something was hiding. He could feel it like a splinter under his skin.
His fingers hesitated over a file he hadn’t opened yet...a scanned bundle, yellowed with age. Hoseok clicked, the image blooming across his screen. Two birth certificates lay side by side.
Alistar Petrov.
Alexei Petrov.
The names alone didn’t shock him...he’d seen the Petrov line come up before...but his pulse spiked when he traced down to the bottom. Mother’s maiden name:
Katerina Popov.
Hoseok froze. His lungs constricted. He shot upright from his chair so fast it nearly toppled, the desk rattling with the impact of his knees. For a long moment he stood there, staring at the flickering document, his mind stalling like an engine. Then he sat back down heavily, dragging both hands down his face.
It clicked. The alias. A. Popov.
Not a ghost. Not some untouchable, fabricated mask. Alexei. He had been there. All this time. Using his mother’s maiden name, he had walked through the doors of the masquerade, wrapped in the anonymity of silk masks and family ties. Every precaution Hoseok and the others had layered around the event had been undermined by blood and deception.
The room seemed colder suddenly, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. Hoseok’s hands flew across the keyboard, digging deeper into Katerina Popov’s lineage, tracing connections he’d only glanced at before. Another record surfaced...a marriage certificate. And another: Katerina’s mother’s maiden name…
Volkov.
A sharp curse escaped him. His chest tightened as the implications sank in. The Volkovs hadn’t just looked the other way when A. Popov’s name appeared. They had welcomed him, knowingly or unknowingly. Family. Cousins. Bound by the bloodlines that underpinned the hierarchy of the Russian syndicates. Alexei hadn’t just been clever. He had weaponized his heritage.
Hoseok leaned back, knuckles white where his fingers dug into the armrests of his chair. Holy fucking shit. Alexei Petrov wasn’t dead. He wasn’t gone. He had slipped into their circle under a name that everyone trusted, a mask no one questioned. And worse...he had ties that could give him cover wherever he chose to go.
Hands trembling with adrenaline, Hoseok snatched his phone and thumbed Jungkook’s number. The call connected on the first ring.
“Jungkook,” Hoseok said, voice pitched low, tight, urgent. “I know you took the day off, but we need a meeting. Now. It’s about the masquerade ball…and A. Popov.” He dragged in a breath, the words heavy as iron. “He’s alive. It’s Alexei.”
The silence that followed stretched like a blade between them. Then came the sound...a low, dangerous growl rumbling through the line, like distant thunder rolling across mountains.
“…Bring everyone,” Jungkook said finally, his tone sharp enough to cut steel. “Yoongi. Namjoon. Taehyung. No excuses. No mistakes. If Alexei Petrov is moving again, we strike first.” His breath roughened, the possessive edge in his voice unmistakable. “And Hoseok…keep this quiet. Not a word outside the circle. He is not getting near Jimin. Or my pups.”
Hoseok swallowed, nodding even though Jungkook couldn’t see him. “Understood.” His fingers were already flying, drafting encrypted summons to the inner circle.
As he sent the last message, he leaned back, staring blankly at the ceiling. The storm they had dreaded, the ghost they thought buried, had a face again. The game board was shifting.
And the Nocturne Syndicate had to be ready before Alexei Petrov made his next move.
Chapter 31
Summary:
Taehyung spies on Alexei.
Jimin and Jungkook receive good news.
Notes:
And another chapter down.
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Chapter Text
The inner circle assembled almost instantly in the mansion’s war room. The air was thick with tension, the low hum of the security systems and the faint click of encrypted devices filling the silence. Jungkook leaned against the long obsidian table, arms crossed, eyes dark and piercing beneath the dim overhead lights. Every muscle in his body was coiled, alert, ready.
Hoseok stepped forward, breath still tight from the call, and laid the papers on the table. The Volkov guest list, highlighted with masked attendees’ movements, and the scanned birth certificates sat at the center like a warning flare.
“It’s him,” Hoseok said, voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. “Alexei Petrov. A. Popov… he used his mother’s maiden name to get past security. No one knew. No one saw him. And the Volkovs…he has blood ties. Cousins. This wasn’t a coincidence.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, eyes narrowing into slits as he absorbed the information. The low growl rolling through his chest vibrated against the walls. “So he’s bold enough to move in our territory, under a false name, and observe my family…without a single mistake. Clever. Dangerous. And arrogant.”
Namjoon’s expression was thoughtful, analytical. “If he’s using family ties, he may have leverage we don’t know about. Every security protocol we implemented could have been bypassed simply because of bloodlines.”
Yoongi’s sharp gaze cut across the papers, voice calm but lethal. “He’s careful. Calculated. Moves in shadows, observes, waits for an opening. If he makes a mistake, we’ll see it. But until then…he’s untouchable in plain sight.”
Taehyung’s fists clenched, jaw tight, but he kept his voice even. “Boss…he’s watching us. Studying patterns. He knows what he’s doing. One wrong move and he could take out anyone. We can’t underestimate him.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes flicked to the documents, then up to each member of the inner circle. “Then we track him. Every movement, every whisper, every shadow that could be him. Hoseok…expand every surveillance channel. Guest lists, family records, anything that can tie A. Popov to Alexei’s known associates or locations. I don’t care if it takes twenty-four hours straight.”
Hoseok nodded, already typing on his laptop. “Understood, Don. I’ll cross-reference the masquerade’s records with every past Alexei sighting, every known Moonfang connection. If there’s a link, we’ll find it.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly, only at the thought of Jimin and the pups, but the protective fire never left his eyes. “Yoongi…secure the mansion and perimeter. No one comes in or out without our knowledge. Every exit, every blind spot. If he even thinks he can touch my family, he’ll regret it.”
Yoongi inclined his head, expression unreadable. “Already done. Cameras, patrols, background scans…nothing moves that I don’t know about.”
“Taehyung,” Jungkook began, voice low and lethal, “I want full surveillance on the Volkov mansion. Cameras, patrols, bugs, digital sweeps...everything. If Alexei shows up, I want to know immediately.”
Taehyung’s eyes gleamed, already calculating the logistics. “Understood, Boss. Every entrance, blind spot, and feed will be monitored. He won’t get past without us knowing...but what if he shows up here?"
Jungkook’s low growl vibrated through the room. “Then he dies. Simple. No mistakes. My mate, my pups, my family…they are untouchable. Alexei or anyone else who thinks otherwise will pay in full. Understood?”
The room was silent, the words settling like ice. Each member of the inner circle absorbed the weight of Jungkook’s promise. Hoseok’s fingers flew across his keyboard, sending encrypted alerts and compiling every shred of intel. Yoongi’s eyes scanned feeds, Taehyung’s stance tense, ready to move.
Hoseok looked up briefly, voice tight but resolute. “We’ll find him, Don. And when we do…he won’t see us coming.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes gleamed, sharp and lethal. “No. He won’t.”
Outside, the night was calm, the city unaware of the storm brewing in its heart. But inside the Nocturne Syndicate’s walls, the wolves were already circling. Alexei Petrov had stepped into their world again. And Jungkook was ready.
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TWO MONTHS LATER
The night stretched long, the kind of night where the world felt suspended, caught between stillness and the threat of something lurking.
Taehyung sat in the driver’s seat of the black SUV, lights off, engine quiet. His seat was reclined just enough to look casual to anyone passing, but his spine was iron-straight, muscles coiled like a predator ready to spring.
Two months.
Sixty-one nights of watching the Volkov mansion. Sixty-one nights of memorizing the guard rotations, the cars that came and went, the exact hours when the kitchen staff carried out trash bags, and even the gardener’s habit of sneaking cigarettes behind the west wall.
And in all that time...no Alexei. Not once.
The estate loomed in the distance, set back behind wrought-iron gates that glimmered faintly under security floodlights. The windows were dark except for the occasional golden glow from the east wing, and the guards on patrol looked almost bored, moving like shadows across the perimeter.
Taehyung’s eyes, sharp and unblinking, swept over every detail through the night-vision binoculars. He didn’t miss the small things...the twitch of a hand at a holster, the subtle nod between two men, the way one of the guards checked his watch three times in a single hour. Every scrap of behavior was cataloged, noted, and tucked away.
He shifted slightly, rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness that came from hours of stillness. Reaching for his thermos, he took a sip of lukewarm coffee, the bitterness grounding him.
Then, pulling out his encrypted phone, he dialed the secure line. It connected almost immediately.
“Report.” Jungkook’s voice was low, commanding, his tone as sharp as the steel edge of a blade.
Taehyung’s gaze didn’t waver from the mansion as he spoke. “No sign of Alexei today. That makes sixty-one days he hasn’t stepped foot on this property. Guards rotate every four hours, no unusual shifts. Standard deliveries in and out...food, alcohol, cigarettes. Same suppliers. Nothing out of the ordinary.”
The silence that followed was deliberate. Jungkook’s breathing was steady, calm, but Taehyung knew the alpha was running through every possibility in his head...just as he had been doing for weeks.
Finally, Jungkook spoke. “Keep watching. I don’t care how long it takes. The moment anything changes...even the air shifting...I want to know. Report back immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” Taehyung answered without hesitation.
The line went dead.
Taehyung slipped the phone back into his pocket, letting the weight of the order settle over him. He wasn’t frustrated by the monotony...this was what he was built for. Patience, endurance, the sharp edge of a hunter who never blinked.
Still, his jaw tightened as he stared at the mansion, the floodlights painting stark lines across its stone walls. Alexei Volkov was out there. Somewhere. And he wasn’t the kind of man to vanish without reason.
Something was coming.
Taehyung exhaled slowly, lifted the binoculars again, and locked onto the front gate. Every muscle in his body thrummed with the same single-minded focus: when Alexei moved, he would be there to see it.
He would not miss.
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The bathroom was softly lit, steam from Jimin’s evening shower still clinging to the mirror as he stood at the sink, patting toner into his cheeks. His reflection was pink and dewy, framed by the fall of his damp hair. He wore nothing but a pair of tiny pink cotton panties, the fabric stretching delicately over the faintest swell of his lower stomach.
Jungkook leaned against the doorway in his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, silent, arms crossed, eyes fixed like a hawk. His gaze tracked every curve of Jimin’s body, lingering on the little bump that had barely shown itself. Four months, and yet Jimin looked hardly changed. Too slim. Too delicate.
“You’re staring again,” Jimin murmured, not looking at him, fingers gliding over his skin as he massaged in moisturizer.
“I’m watching,” Jungkook corrected, voice low and unyielding. His dark eyes softened for a fraction of a second before hardening again. “You should have gained more weight by now. You’re still too small.”
Jimin turned, one brow arched, lips glossy from balm. “Kook, I feel fine. I don’t feel weak, I don’t feel sick. I’m eating. The baby is fine.”
Jungkook pushed off the doorframe and came closer, his hand sliding around to Jimin’s belly, palm pressing with reverence against the slight bump. The sight of his mate so barely showing, so fragile, had claws tearing at his chest. “It’s not enough. I don’t trust your body to tell the truth,” he muttered. “We’re going to see Jin tomorrow.”
Jimin blinked at him. “It’s not even time for my checkup.”
“I don’t care.” Jungkook’s tone brooked no argument. “You’re going tomorrow. First thing. If Jin doesn’t clear you, I’ll...” He cut himself off, jaw flexing as his possessive fury rippled under his skin.
Jimin sighed, a little exasperated, but softened when he felt Jungkook’s thumb tracing the faint curve of his stomach. “You’ll what? Lock me in the clinic?”
“If that’s what it takes,” Jungkook said, deadly serious, his hand splaying protectively over Jimin’s abdomen. “You’re carrying my pup. I won’t gamble with either of you.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, though his heart thudded warmly at the fierce protectiveness radiating off his alpha. He leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Fine. We’ll go. But you’re worrying too much.”
Jungkook kissed him back, lingering, a growl vibrating in his chest as if the thought of too much worry didn’t even exist when it came to Jimin. “There’s no such thing,” he murmured.
Jimin walked over to their dressing room and tugged one of Jungkook’s white t-shirts over his head, the fabric soft against his skin, almost swallowing his small frame. It skimmed over the faint swell of his bump, but when he shifted, it lifted just enough to expose the pale pink panties clinging to his hips.
He padded into Jaehyun’s room, careful and quiet. The pup was curled beneath his blanket, lips parted in sleep. Jimin’s heart softened, and he leaned down to tuck the covers tighter around him, brushing a kiss against his warm little cheek.
When Jimin straightened, he felt it...that heavy, molten stare. He turned, and there Jungkook was, standing in the doorway.
The alpha was looking at him like he wanted to eat him, his boxer briefs hugging his hips, the fabric straining against the weight of his cock. His arms were loose at his sides, but his whole body was coiled, eyes dark as they dragged over every inch of Jimin.
Jimin let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible,” he whispered, brushing past him to steal a kiss. Jungkook caught it like he was starving, lips lingering, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch but holding himself back, barely.
Jimin padded down the hall toward their nest, hips swaying just a little more than usual. He climbed in slowly, deliberately on all fours, the oversized shirt sliding up his thighs until it bunched around his waist. The pink cotton stretched tight over the curve of his ass, leaving very little to the imagination. He arched, glancing back over his shoulder.
“Well?” Jimin teased, voice dripping sweet challenge. “What are you waiting for? Come get what’s yours.”
The growl that tore from Jungkook’s chest vibrated through the walls. He pushed off the doorframe and stalked toward him, muscles flexing, briefs tented high and proud. He didn’t bother with finesse...he crawled into the nest after his omega, crowding him in, hands gripping his hips possessively.
His mouth claimed Jimin’s neck, sucking hard, nipping over the fading bruise of his mating bite. Jimin gasped, back arching, his ass pressing back against the thick outline in Jungkook’s underwear.
“Fuck,” Jungkook rasped, grinding against him, his cock straining, dampening the front of his briefs with precum. “Do you know what you do to me, omega?” His voice was gravel, all hunger and need.
Jimin whined softly, pressing harder, the friction sending sparks through his nerves. “Then stop staring,” he whispered, voice trembling with want. “And fuck me already.”
Jungkook’s control shattered...he pulled Jimin's tiny panties to the side, then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and shoved them down, huge cock springing free, thick and flushed and dripping. His growl filled the nest as he lined himself up, rubbing the head against Jimin’s slick hole, smearing himself with Jimin's sweet honey.
“Mine,” he breathed, before sinking into him in one deep thrust, filling him until Jimin’s cry echoed in the room.
Jimin’s arms trembled as Jungkook bottomed out inside him, the stretch burning and blissful all at once. His mouth fell open on a sharp cry, nails clawing at the blankets beneath him as his body adjusted to the thick intrusion.
“God...” Jimin panted, hips rocking back instinctively even as his body quivered, “you’re so big, Koo…”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, sweat already beading along his temples as he buried his cock to the hilt. The sight before him...his omega on all fours, shirt rucked up, panties pushed to the side and already dripping wet...had him feral. He leaned down, chest to Jimin’s back, his hands locking over the omega’s wrists and pinning them to the mattress.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook growled into his ear, voice low and rough. “You walk around in my shirt and those tiny panties just to drive me fucking insane, don’t you?”
Jimin whined, nodding desperately, grinding back against the thick cock impaling him. “I…I wanted you to lose it. Wanted you to take me, alpha.” His voice cracked, sweet and needy.
That was all it took. Jungkook snapped his hips, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back inside, the force shoving Jimin’s body forward. The nest creaked under the rhythm, slick squelching with each thrust as his knot already swelled, knocking at Jimin’s rim.
Jimin’s head dropped forward, eyes squeezed shut, moans spilling out in broken cries. “Ah...! F-fuck, Jungkook...so deep...”
Jungkook’s teeth found his neck, biting down hard just below his mating mark, sucking until another bruise bloomed dark and red. His hips never faltered, each snap harder, deeper, claiming. His cock throbbed inside Jimin, stretching him wide, filling him so completely it left the omega gasping.
“Feel that?” Jungkook rasped, one hand sliding to Jimin’s stomach, pressing over the faint curve of his belly. “Our pup…safe inside you while I breed you again. While I fuck my seed into you until you’re dripping with me.”
The words undid Jimin...he wailed, his whole body shuddering as he came untouched, slick pouring down his thighs, milking Jungkook’s cock in rhythmic spasms.
“Fuck, Jimin....” Jungkook cursed, hips slamming faster, chasing the tight squeeze of Jimin’s release. His knot swelled harder, forcing its way past Jimin’s rim until it locked them together with a brutal stretch. Jimin screamed, back arching, body locked in place around the knot that seated Jungkook impossibly deep.
Jungkook roared, spilling inside him in thick, hot waves, pulse after pulse of cum flooding Jimin’s channel until it leaked around the knot, soaking the omega’s thighs. He bit down again, sharp and possessive, growling into Jimin’s skin.
Jimin sagged into the nest, trembling, breath broken with whines. He reached back blindly, fingers curling into Jungkook’s hair, holding him close. “You’re...mine,” he whispered again, voice wrecked and full of love.
Jungkook licked his shoulder, still grinding slow and deep, knot keeping them locked. “And you’re mine,” he breathed, softer now but no less possessive. “Forever.”
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The clinic was quiet that morning, sunlight spilling soft and warm through the high windows. Jin was already there, flipping through a chart when Jungkook came in with Jimin and Jaehyun. The little pup trotted happily toward the corner where Jin kept a small bin of blocks, plush toys, and wooden puzzles for children.
“Jaehyun, you stay here and play while Eomma gets his checkup,” Jungkook said, voice gentler than usual but still threaded with tension. He crouched down, smoothing the boy’s hair before straightening again, his eyes locked firmly on Jin.
“He’s too small,” Jungkook blurted immediately. He gestured toward Jimin, who was fussing with the hem of his pink sundress and looking embarrassed under the scrutiny. “He’s four months and the bump isn’t showing. Last time, with Jaehyun, he was already rounder by now. Something’s not right.”
Jin raised his brows at the alpha’s bluntness but nodded, calm as ever. “Alright. Let’s do a full checkup and see what’s going on.”
Jimin gave him a soft smile, trying to reassure both his mate and himself, but Jungkook was already hovering close, practically vibrating with worry.
First came the scale. Jimin stepped on lightly, balancing with one hand on Jungkook’s arm. Jin looked at the numbers and his expression tightened, though he quickly smoothed it over. “Hm. Jimin, you haven’t gained anymore weight since your last visit.”
Jimin looked down, ashamed, but before he could answer Jungkook cut in sharply, “I feed him. He eats.” His pheromones spiked, sharp and heavy with frustration.
Jin held up a hand. “I’m not saying you don’t. But the numbers don’t lie. Let’s keep checking.”
Next, Jin measured the swell of Jimin’s belly, running his hand gently along the curve that was barely there. “It hasn’t grown much since your last appointment either.”
Jungkook’s heart dropped. He was suddenly pacing, his scent thickening, filling the room with distressed alpha energy until Jin visibly wrinkled his nose and snapped, “Kook. Calm down. You’re choking us both out. Sit. Breathe.”
Jungkook froze, then forced himself to sit down, though his leg bounced uncontrollably. His eyes never left Jimin.
“Let’s take a look with the ultrasound,” Jin said, his voice softening.
Jungkook helped Jimin up onto the exam table, strong hands steadying him as though he were made of glass. Jimin reclined back, pulling his sundress up over his thighs, his cheeks flushed pink. Jungkook brushed the hair off his forehead, murmuring soft encouragements, though his jaw was clenched tight.
Jin squeezed the cool gel onto Jimin’s lower stomach, pressing the wand against his skin. The screen flickered to life with hazy black-and-white images. The room fell quiet except for the steady hum of the machine.
For several long moments, Jin didn’t say anything...just moved the probe, his eyes narrowing slightly, the corners of his lips twitching as he made thoughtful hums.
Jungkook’s chest squeezed. He gripped Jimin’s hand. “What is it? What do you see? Tell me.” His voice was low, desperate.
Jin finally spoke, carefully. “The pup is measuring small, yes. But I think I know why.”
Jimin turned his head sharply, wide-eyed, while Jungkook leaned forward as if bracing for the worst.
“Why?” Jimin whispered, fear leaking into his scent.
Jungkook bent immediately to nuzzle his temple, his thumb stroking the back of his mate’s hand. “Shh. I’ve got you. Whatever it is, we’ll handle it.”
Jin smiled gently at the two of them. “Don’t panic. I think this baby is going to be an omega.”
The silence broke with Jimin’s sudden laugh, high and watery as tears spilled down his cheeks. His hands flew to cover his face, shoulders shaking with relief.
Jungkook, meanwhile, staggered back half a step, his knees nearly buckling. “An…omega?” His voice cracked. His chest swelled, eyes shining with something fierce and uncontainable. His gaze darted from Jimin to the screen, then back again. “An omega. Just like my beautiful mate.” His voice was thick, reverent. He leaned down and kissed Jimin’s damp cheeks, his lips trembling.
“Yes,” Jin said, nodding toward the screen. “Look closely. See the bone structure? The body’s more delicate, finer than an alpha or beta fetus would be at this stage. Look how tiny the fingers are, how narrow the shoulders. That’s why the growth is slower. But it makes sense. We omegas are smaller by nature.”
The screen showed it clearly...a fragile little silhouette, curled in tight, the faint flicker of a heartbeat like a star against the shadows. So small, so impossibly delicate, it made Jungkook’s heart feel too big for his chest.
He cupped Jimin’s face, forehead pressed against his temple, whispering promises only Jimin could hear. His entire being was overflowing with love so intense it hurt.
Jin gave them a moment before asking softly, “Do you want to know the sex?”
Jungkook and Jimin both looked at each other, silently exchanging the question in their eyes. They nodded together. “Yes.”
Jin’s lips curved. “It’s a male.”
The word hit Jungkook like a thunderclap. His throat tightened, a tear slipping down his cheek as he pulled Jimin closer, burying his face against his mate’s neck. His mind raced...already calculating, already planning. Stronger guards, tighter security, more careful feeding. His sons would never know hunger, never know danger, never be without protection.
Jungkook’s entire world had just gotten bigger, sharper, more sacred: his mate, his pups. His fragile, beautiful omega son.
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The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp, shadows stretching lazily across the walls. Outside, the night was quiet, the mansion settling into its usual hush. The air smelled faintly like their pup, honeyed lemons, and sandalwood with spices...it smelled like them.
Jimin lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other resting lightly over the swell of his tiny belly. Jungkook was beside him, his dark hair brushing Jimin’s arm as he rested his head gently on the curve of his mate’s stomach. His warm breath stirred Jimin’s sleep shirt, and the alpha’s fingers traced slow, protective patterns along the small bump.
“Hey there, little one,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and reverent, almost a whisper. “It’s your Appa. Can you hear me?”
Jimin’s hand moved to cover Jungkook’s, resting over his long fingers. “I think they can, Kook,” he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips despite the exhaustion of the day.
Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, pressing his temple gently against Jimin’s belly. “You’re so small…so perfect. I can’t wait to hold you. I’ve never felt…like this before. It scares me to think of how little you are.” His voice cracked slightly, thick with emotion, and Jimin felt the warmth of tears threatening behind his own eyes.
“You’re going to be loved,” Jungkook whispered as Jimin brushed his hand over Jungkook’s hair. “By both of us…by your big brother, too. You’re already part of our pack.”
Jungkook lifted his head slightly, looking at Jimin with an intensity that made Jimin’s heart tighten. “I swear,” he murmured, “I’ll protect you. Every second of every day. Nothing in this world…no one…will ever hurt you. Not while I’m breathing.”
Jimin felt tears slip down his cheeks, but he didn’t wipe them. “Kook…you already do so much for us. You love us so much.”
Jungkook shifted, nudging his nose against Jimin’s hand, nuzzling into it. “I can’t help it,” he admitted. “You’re my mate. And our pups…this little one…this tiny piece of us…how could I not?” His voice was thick with awe, with love so raw it made Jimin’s chest ache.
Jimin let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re obsessed with us.”
“I’m…proud to be,” Jungkook replied, and his thumb swept over the gentle curve of Jimin’s stomach.
The two fell silent, listening to the faint rhythm of the pup’s heartbeat in Jimin’s belly, each thump resonating through the alpha’s chest as though the life inside were speaking directly to him.
“I can’t wait for you to meet your big brother,” Jungkook said softly, his lips brushing the small mound. “He’s going to love you, just like we do.”
Jungkook pressed another kiss to Jimin’s belly, letting his hands cradle it gently. “I promise,” he whispered, voice almost breaking, “we’ll make sure you’re never alone. You’ll never know fear, never know loneliness. We’ll always be here…all of us.”
The alpha rested his forehead again against the tiny bump, closing his eyes. “I love you. All three of you. More than anything in this world."
Jimin sighed, leaning into the warmth of Jungkook’s body. “We know, Kook. We know. And I’m so happy…so full of love.”
The quiet of the night deepened around them, the soft hum of the mansion like a gentle lullaby. Jungkook’s forehead still rested against Jimin’s belly, hands cradling the swell as though the very life inside might shatter without his protection.
Then, almost imperceptibly, a tiny movement brushed against his palm. The pup shifted inside, a delicate, fluttering kick.
Jungkook’s eyes flew open, dark and sharp, staring down at the curve of Jimin’s belly as if he could see inside. “Did you feel that, baby?” he murmured, voice husky and reverent. “Our pup...he moved.”
Jimin laughed softly, brushing his fingers over the alpha’s hair. “I felt it too, Kook. They’re tiny…but strong. Just like you said.”
Jungkook’s grip tightened slightly, not in aggression, but in awe. “Strong? He's going to be protected…by me. By both of us. No one will ever hurt them. Not ever.” His voice dropped to a growl, low and possessive, vibrating through Jimin’s core.
Another little flutter brushed his fingers. Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s stomach, inhaling the faint scent of their mate, of their home, and of the pup already claiming its place between them. “You feel that, little one? That’s Appa. Appa loves you more than anything. And I swear…you’ll never want for protection, not while I’m breathing.”
Jimin’s hand slid over Jungkook’s, intertwining with his thick fingers, letting the warmth of the alpha ground him. “They’re going to be so loved, Kook. By us, by Jaehyun…our family.”
Jungkook’s lips brushed against the small swell again, soft and reverent, then he pulled back just enough to look at Jimin’s face. His eyes were dark with desire and awe, and there was that unmistakable hunger in his gaze...possessive, unrelenting. “And you…” he whispered, voice raw, “my mate, carrying my pup…you’re everything. You’re perfect, baby. Perfect and mine.”
A soft shiver ran through Jimin as Jungkook’s hand moved higher, tracing protective lines along his sides, then finally circling the swell again. “You’re safe with me,” Jungkook murmured. “Every little kick, every tiny movement…that’s your way of saying hello to Appa. And Appa’s saying hello back.”
Another flutter, stronger this time, made the alpha smile, dark and feral, his chest pressing close to Jimin’s. He murmured low, almost growling, “He's feisty already…just like his Eomma.”
Jimin laughed softly, a tear sliding down his cheek, and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s shoulder. “I love you…all three of my wolves..”
Jungkook pressed a final kiss to the top of Jimin’s belly, whispering fiercely, “I love you. I’ll protect you…always. And I’ll make sure our pups never forgets what it means to be safe, to be loved, to be mine.”
He stayed like that for a long moment, listening to the tiny heartbeat echoing through the room, letting it ground him, fill him with something ferocious and tender all at once. Then, slowly, he shifted, resting his head against Jimin’s shoulder instead, fingers still tracing the small swell.
Jimin wrapped his arm around the alpha, feeling the weight of his love and protectiveness wash over him, and whispered, “We’re a family already…all of us.”
Jungkook exhaled slowly, letting a deep, rumbling purr of contentment vibrate against Jimin’s skin. “Yes,” he murmured. “And nothing…nothing will ever take that away.”
They laid there in the darkness for a minute soaking it all in, then, Jungkook's dark eyes widened, jaw tightening as realization struck him. “Fuck…” he whispered under his breath, voice low and trembling with realization. He lifted his head slightly, meeting Jimin’s gaze. “Baby, he might…might have your beauty.”
Jimin laughed softly, brushing his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “Kook…you’re ridiculous.”
But Jungkook’s hand didn’t move from the tiny swell, his eyes dark and smoldering as he whispered again, almost to himself, “If they look like you, I'm fucked. I'll have to triple the security.”
Jimin just laughed again, the sound soft and warm, and tugged Jungkook closer to him. "Come closer and stop overthinking,” he murmured, pressing their bodies together, letting Jungkook’s worries melt against the steady beat of their shared heart.
Outside, the night continued its quiet vigil, but inside the nest, the alpha, his mate, and their pups were already a single, unbreakable pack, bound by love, obsession, and a promise that nothing in the world could ever come between them.
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Rain hammered against the Volkov mansion, streaking the sprawling grounds with silvered rivulets. Thunder rolled low and steady, a warning in the distance. Taehyung’s black SUV crouched in the shadows at the edge of the property, headlights off, engine silent. He pressed himself into the seat, body taut, eyes locked on the mansion. Nights like this were when predators moved, and tonight, he sensed one was stirring.
A black Mercedes eased up the wet driveway, gliding over the slick stone. Its tires whispered against the ground, careful, deliberate. The door opened. A figure stepped out...a man tall and commanding, draped in a long black trench coat. His hat shadowed the upper half of his face, hiding a disfigured scar on the left side of his jaw. Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat: Alexei.
But Alexei wasn’t alone. Behind him, more cars pulled up, smaller but sleek, each disgorging figures moving with the precision of insiders. Taehyung’s trained eyes recognized the unmistakable features, the subtle way they carried themselves: these were Volkov family members...cousins, nephews, trusted lieutenants. The way they exchanged nods, surveyed the surroundings, and followed protocol made it clear: this wasn’t casual. This was a formal family gathering.
Taehyung adjusted his binoculars, noting every movement. Alexei strode as though he belonged, each step measured, body language calm, almost regal, blending effortlessly among the family. Yet something in his posture, the sharpness in his eyes, told Taehyung that this calm was a mask. Beneath the courtesy, there was calculation.
Taehyung’s grip tightened around the phone. He called Jungkook, voice clipped but urgent, mindful of the storm’s roar. “Boss,” he whispered, “Alexei’s here. He’s…acting like he belongs, moving with the Volkov family. It’s clearly a family meeting, but you know him...he’s hiding something. Whatever it is, it’s deliberate.”
Taehyung shifted in his seat, hand hovering near the door in case he needed to move. His eyes never left the mansion. “He’s blending in, but I can feel it. There’s a storm brewing inside that house. He’s here for something…something that’ll make every second count.”
Jungkook’s reply was tight, sharp: “Watch. Don’t engage. I want every detail, understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Taehyung murmured as he ended the call, eyes narrowing as Alexei and the Volkov family members entered the mansion. Even through the storm, the lighting caught the polished stone, the way their footsteps echoed in the driveway, the subtle signals of dominance and hierarchy being observed.
The rain intensified, drumming on the roof of the SUV, lightning flashing over the estate. Taehyung’s pulse quickened, each bolt illuminating the shadows of the mansion. Alexei paused at the door, scanning the darkness around him, smile tight, measured. Even in the storm, he seemed untouchable. Yet Taehyung knew better...this calm was the calm before chaos.
“Stay sharp,” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself. “Tonight, he makes his first move.”
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Taehyung sat motionless in the driver’s seat, eyes trained on the Volkov mansion through the rain-smeared glass. A thin wire snaked from the SUV to the electrical wiring near Don Volkov’s office...a listening device Taehyung had carefully planted hours ago. Every word inside the mansion traveled straight to him.
The first voice that cut through the static was Alexei’s, low, smooth, and sharp.
“Jeon took everything from me,” Alexei said. “He destroyed my networks, my businesses, my throne with the Moonfang Syndicate. My face! It’s time he feels that same pain.”
One of the Volkov lieutenants chuckled darkly. “And you really think we can topple him?”
Alexei’s reply was cold, controlled, and lethal in its certainty. “We will. First, we strip him of his empire...his casinos, his shipping docks, his restaurants, even his strip clubs. Every source of power he relies on will vanish.”
A murmur of agreement passed through the room, but Alexei didn’t pause. “Then…we take what he loves most. His mate. His pups. He’ll feel what I felt. He’ll know what it means to be powerless.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened as he listened, the storm outside matching the fury building inside him. Every calculated word from Alexei radiated obsession and cruelty.
Alexei leaned closer to the Volkov leaders, his tone almost a whisper yet cutting sharper than a blade. “With your help, we will dismantle Jeon piece by piece. When it’s done, when his empire is shattered and his family dead, we’ll see if the alpha can rise from the ruins. I intend to take his place…to be the top wolf.”
Taehyung’s hand clenched around the steering wheel. His knuckles were white, heart hammering. This was no simple vendetta; this was a full-scale assault on everything Jungkook had built...and everyone he loved.
The footsteps, the soft clicks of doors, and the hum of the mansion’s heating system signaled the meeting’s end. Taehyung pulled back the wire, stowing it carefully. He dialed Jungkook’s number again with one hand, the other gripping the wheel as rain splashed against the SUV.
“Boss,” he said when the call connected, voice tight and urgent.
"Speak." Jungkook’s voice came immediately, low and commanding. In the background, Jimin's sleepy whimper drifted through the line.
“Shhh…it's okay, baby…back to sleep now,” Jungkook murmured softly as he turned his face away from the phone to soothe his mate. “That’s it…yes, there you go.”
Taehyung’s stomach twisted at the sound, the alpha’s tenderness for Jimin cutting sharply against the darkness of the situation he was reporting. “Boss,” he said again, quieter now. “We’ve got problems.”
Jungkook’s tone hardened, though he kept a steady murmur over Jimin’s soft noises. “What kind of problems?”
“The kind that will hit your empire and your family,” Taehyung said, keeping his voice low. “Alexei is working with the Volkovs. Casinos, shipping docks, restaurants, strip clubs...he’s coming for all of it. And he won’t stop there…he’s coming for your mate and your pups next.”
Jungkook exhaled, a growl rumbling low in his chest, “Show me everything, Tae. Every move they make. I want their plan laid bare before they make a single strike. If Alexei thinks he can touch what’s mine…he’s already dead.”
“Yes, sir,” Taehyung said, swallowing the tight knot of tension in his chest. “I’ll keep watching. The second anything moves, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Good,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and dark. “Not a single advantage. Not one.”
The line went dead, but the weight of the revelation lingered. Rain drummed on the roof of the SUV, lightning illuminated the night sky, and Taehyung felt the gravity of the situation settle over him. Tonight, he had witnessed the first moves of Alexei’s revenge. Tomorrow, Jungkook’s empire...and his family...would face the storm.
Chapter 32
Summary:
Jungkook and the others come up with a plan to protect Jungkooks most valuable assets from Alexei.
Jaehyun gets sick.
Notes:
Guys, I keep saying for everyone to please check the tags before reading. This story contains dark themes and morally ambiguous characters. It's a mafia omegaverse theme with a highly territorial and possessive alpha as the lead role. There's going to be some themes that some people might have issues with so it's always important to read tags first so you're not triggered. Reading a story without reading tags and then complaining about something happening in it that you don't agree with makes no sense. It's tagged dead dove do not eat for a reason.
Also, please keep in mind that this is fiction. It's not meant to be taken so deep and literal.
With all that said, here is chapter 32.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the dining room, painting the polished table in soft gold. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm toast filled the air. Jimin sat beside Jungkook, a hand resting unconsciously on the gentle swell of his belly, while Jaehyun perched in his booster seat across from them, little legs swinging back and forth.
Jungkook, ever the doting alpha, had been slipping bites from his own plate onto Jimin’s. He nudged a strip of bacon and a spoonful of eggs closer to his omega’s side, his gaze firm but tender.
“Alpha,” Jimin whined softly, cheeks pink as he looked down at the extra food on his plate. “I can’t eat all this.”
Jungkook turned toward him, his large hand brushing over Jimin’s thigh under the table. His voice was low, almost pleading. “Baby, please try to eat more, so I don’t worry myself to death. You and the pup need it. Let me take care of you.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a small, fond smile, his heart tugging at the way Jungkook always fretted over him. “Okay,” he relented with a playful sigh. “A few more bites… but if I get too full, you’re going to have to haul me out of here on a forklift.”
That earned a rare laugh from Jungkook, but before he could tease back, his sharp eyes shifted to their pup across the table. Jaehyun, usually the first to clear his plate and ask for seconds, was only poking at his scrambled eggs with his little fork. His cheeks were flushed, and his appetite seemed gone.
Jungkook’s expression darkened with concern. “Jaehyun,” he called gently, leaning forward. “Are you okay, pup? You’re not eating.”
The little alpha looked up at his appa with round, watery eyes. He gave a small nod but whispered, “My belly hurts.”
Jungkook was out of his chair in an instant. He crouched by Jaehyun’s side, one big hand rubbing slow circles over the pup’s soft tummy through his pajamas. His voice softened, all authority melting into fatherly concern. “Okay, you don’t have to eat if your belly’s hurting. Just drink your juice. But try to eat a little something at lunch, hmm?”
Jaehyun nodded quietly and picked up his sippy cup, sipping at the apple juice while his little shoulders slumped.
Jimin reached across the table, his slim fingers ruffling through Jaehyun’s messy bedhead, thumb brushing comfortingly over his crown. “Maybe we can have some soup for lunch,” he suggested softly. “Something light on your stomach.”
The pup leaned into his eomma’s touch, eyes drooping with the comfort.
Jungkook finally sat back down, though his posture was tight, one eye never leaving his son. His wolf was restless, the protective urge to bundle Jaehyun up and keep him safe thrumming through his veins.
“Don’t worry, Jungkook,” Jimin murmured, sensing his mate’s tension. He reached under the table to squeeze Jungkook’s hand. “I’ll keep an eye on him today. It’s probably just a little bug.”
Jungkook gave a curt nod, though his dark gaze stayed fixed on their pup, his thumb brushing absently against Jimin’s knuckles. “Maybe,” he admitted, though the growl in his chest betrayed his unease. “But I’ll be checking in every hour.”
Jimin smiled faintly at that, warmth in his eyes even as he shook his head. “I wouldn’t expect anything less, alpha.”
Jimin tilted his head, watching him with a small smile. “What are you doing at work today, alpha?”
Jungkook finally tore his eyes away from Jaehyun to glance back at his omega. “Paperwork,” he said with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “The casinos need updates on their quarterly reports. It shouldn’t take too long, but it has to be done.”
“And tomorrow?” Jimin asked, gently nudging a forkful of eggs into his mouth like Jungkook wanted.
“Tomorrow I’ll have to meet with the others,” Jungkook told him, his tone firming into business. “We need to go over what Taehyung overheard at the Volkov mansion and tighten security around here.”
Jimin hummed quietly, nodding. He didn’t pry...he knew the mafia side of Jungkook’s world was dangerous and heavy. Jungkook tried to shield him and Jaehyun from it as best as he could, but the simple fact Jungkook told him at all warmed something inside him. “Just don’t forget to come down for dinner,” he said softly, nudging Jungkook’s leg under the table.
That earned him another small laugh, Jungkook leaning over to brush a kiss against his temple. “Never, baby. No matter what’s on my desk, I’ll always come home to you.”
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The late evening sun painted the garden gold, but inside, Jimin’s worry began to grow. He’d been playing with Jaehyun on the swing set, noticing how quiet and clingy the little alpha had been all day. Even as Jimin pushed him gently, Jaehyun didn’t seem his usual energetic self.
Finally, the little boy hopped off the swing, waddling toward Jimin. “Eomma…hold me,” he said softly.
Jimin bent down and scooped him up. Jaehyun curled into his chest immediately, his warm forehead pressed against Jimin’s collarbone. Jimin’s fingers threaded through the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. “Are you sleepy, baby?” he murmured.
Jaehyun only nodded, shoulders sagging, and Jimin’s chest tightened. “It’s almost bedtime. If you want, after supper we can go to sleep early.” Another small nod. Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to his pup’s forehead and sent a subtle wave of calming pheromones, hoping to soothe him. “Let’s get some juice in your sippy cup, okay?”
Another nod, and Jimin carried him inside. He grabbed one of Jaehyun’s sippy cups and asked, “Apple or grape?”
“Apple,” Jaehyun answered, his voice hoarse and raspy.
Jimin’s concern spiked at the sound. He could hear the raspiness in the little alpha’s throat and the thinness of his voice. “Hmm…okay,” he murmured, making a mental note to give him some medicine later.
Later that night, Jungkook and Jimin sat with their little alpha nestled between them at the dinner table, coaxing him with gentle words, spoonful after spoonful of warm broth. But Jaehyun only managed a few reluctant sips before pushing the bowl away with a weak shake of his head. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and every time he swallowed, Jimin could see the discomfort flicker across his pup’s face.
Jungkook smoothed his son’s hair back with a large palm, hiding the tightening of his jaw. “That’s enough,” he murmured softly, his voice gentle but strained. “No more, hm? Appa won’t force you.”
Jaehyun leaned against Jimin’s side, thumb slipping toward his mouth in a rare gesture that spoke of just how unwell he felt. Jimin kissed the top of his head, exchanging a glance with Jungkook that said everything: he’s not himself.
Later, after dinner was cleared away, Jimin drew a warm bath. The bathroom filled with the light scent of lavender soap and steam curling from the tub. Jaehyun let himself be undressed and lifted without protest, his small body limp in Jimin’s arms. Normally bath time was full of laughter, splashes, and little games with his toys, but tonight the pup only gave a few half-hearted kicks in the water, quiet splashes that died almost instantly.
“Good boy,” Jimin whispered, dipping the washcloth gently over his son’s baby soft skin, careful not to be too harsh on his delicate skin. He rinsed his hair slowly, murmuring soothing words while the water trickled down.
Once the bath was done, Jimin lifted Jaehyun from the tub and bundled him in a warm towel. The little boy shivered once, then buried his face against Jimin’s shoulder, too tired to resist. Jimin rubbed him dry with patient hands, whispering softly all the while.
“There we go, my love…all clean, all warm.”
He pulled out the soft dinosaur pajamas...Jaehyun’s favorite, the ones with little green spikes on the hood and tiny clawed feet. The moment Jimin slipped the shirt over his head, Jaehyun gave the faintest smile, the first of the evening. That small curve of lips was enough to make Jimin’s chest ache with relief.
“There he is,” Jimin cooed, kissing his temple. “My brave little dinosaur.”
Carrying him into the bedroom, Jimin set him gently on the bed, tucking the blanket around his small body. He smoothed damp hair back from Jaehyun’s forehead before asking softly, “Do you want to play before bedtime, or go straight to sleep?"
“Play,” Jaehyun said, still sounding small and hoarse.
Jimin watched quietly for a while, anxiety twisting in his chest. Jaehyun moved about slowly, playing with his toys, but there was a weariness to him that tugged at Jimin’s heart. Finally, Jaehyun stood, tugging his soft blanket behind him. “I want Appa,” he whispered.
“Okay, baby,” Jimin said, trying to keep his voice calm as he let Jaehyun waddle down the hall toward Jungkook’s office.
Jungkook looked up from his computer as Jaehyun entered, crawling over to Bam, who lay lazily on the floor. Jaehyun cuddled into the dog’s side, letting out a small sigh. Jungkook’s dark eyes softened as he glanced down, then quietly turned on the TV at low volume so his pup could watch cartoons.
Thirty-five minutes later, Jaehyun wriggled free of Bam and padded over to Jungkook, clutching his blanket. His small steps were unsteady, and a soft whimper escaped him. “Appa…” he cried, voice quivering.
Jungkook froze, his dark eyes immediately softening with concern. He scooped Jaehyun into his arms, the little alpha curling into his chest and neck, tears brimming in his wide eyes. “Shh…it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” Jungkook whispered, pressing gentle kisses to Jaehyun’s damp hair and cheeks.
That’s when Jungkook realized how hot his pup was. Jaehyun’s little body radiated fever, burning against his chest. Panic surged through him. “Baby…you’re burning up. You’re too hot…”
Jaehyun whimpered again, nuzzling closer, shivering slightly despite the warmth of Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook’s hands cradled him protectively, dark eyes scanning his small form for any sign of what might be wrong.
“Jimin…” Jungkook's voice called urgently from the office.
Jimin’s came out of the bedroom and walked down to the office, face concerned. “Kook…what’s wrong?”
Jungkook lifted Jaehyun slightly, cradling him protectively. “He’s burning up, baby. He needs help...now. We have to call Jin.”
Jimin’s face paled as he saw the little alpha flushed and trembling in Jungkook’s arms. He gently took the pup from Jungkook, holding him close. “Oh, baby…you poor thing,” he whispered, brushing fingers through his hair and rubbing his back.
Jungkook’s hands stayed on Jaehyun, never leaving, as Jimin grabbed the thermometer from the med kit in the cabinet beside Jungkook's desk and checked his temperature. High. Too high. His panic surged. “We need Jin. Now.”
Jimin nodded, calling the number quickly as Jungkook murmured soothing words to Jaehyun, pressing small kisses to his hair and cheeks. The little alpha nestled into his parents, eyes heavy with fever, and they could feel him shivering despite the warmth.
Jimin whispered softly to Jaehyun, calming pheromones flowing from him. “It’s okay, baby…we’ve got you. Appa and Eomma are right here.”
Jungkook’s eyes never left their pup, dark and smoldering with love and protectiveness. Even as panic coursed through him, his heart swelled with the weight of his family. “We’re not letting anything happen to you,” he growled, voice low but steady. “We're here, baby.”
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The soft glow of the shade lamp bathed the nest in a warm, comforting light. Jaehyun lay curled between Jimin and Jungkook, his little body shivering under the blankets. Jungkook held him protectively, one arm wrapped around him while Jimin gently rubbed his back, soothing the small alpha pup.
The door clicked open softly, and Jin stepped inside, medical bag in hand. “I heard our little alpha isn’t feeling well,” he said calmly, his eyes quickly taking in the scene.
Jungkook immediately shifted, keeping his body pressed against Jaehyun. “He’s burning up, Jin. Came on so fast,” he said, his voice low but tense.
Jin nodded, moving closer without disturbing the nest. “Alright, let’s check him right here. I’ll be gentle.”
Jimin leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s damp hair. “It’s okay, baby… Dr. Jin’s here. He’s going to help you feel better.”
Jaehyun whimpered and clutched Jimin tighter, letting out a small, pitiful raspy cry. “Eomma…”
Jungkook’s chest tightened, his dark eyes flicking between Jaehyun and Jin. “Do whatever you need, Jin. Just…don’t let anything happen to him.”
Jin carefully placed his hands on Jaehyun’s tiny body, checking his temperature and heart rate without making the pup uncomfortable. “104.2°F,” he murmured, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Fever’s high...let’s see what’s going on,” he murmured, gently palpating the pup’s neck. His fingers pressed softly along the lymph nodes, brow furrowing.
“His neck…these nodes are swollen,” Jin said, glancing at Jimin and Jungkook. “Jaehyun, does your throat or head hurt?”
Jaehyun whimpered, pressing a small hand to his throat. “Y-yes…my head…my throat hurts,” he mumbled, voice hoarse.
Jin nodded, concern clear in his expression. “From the looks of it, pup, you’ve got strep throat. We’re going to start you on IV fluids and an antibiotic to help you fight it.”
Jimin’s hand tightened on Jaehyun’s back, soothing, while Jungkook’s eyes darkened with protective fury. “Whatever you need to do, Jin…just be gentle,” Jimin said softly.
Jin reached into his bag and pulled out his needles, along with two small IV bags...one filled with saline, the other with the antibiotic. “Jungkook, I need you to hold his body still while I find a vein,” Jin instructed calmly but firmly. "If he flails around too much while I'm inserting the needle, his vein will blow."
Jungkook lowered his body close, his strong arms securing the pup gently but firmly against his chest. “I’ve got you, pup. Appa's here.” He murmured, dark eyes flashing at the ceiling as if daring anyone to interfere.
Jin’s fingers worked quickly, searching for a suitable vein. Finally, he located one near Jaehyun’s inner arm. “Alright, pup, this will sting for a second,” Jin warned.
Jaehyun whimpered pitifully as the needle went in, small tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “It hurts…Appa it hurts...” he cried.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, every protective instinct flaring. He pressed closer, his voice low and growling. “I know, baby… I know it hurts…but you’re safe. I’m right here.”
Jin quickly hooked the IV up to the antibiotic and saline bags, securing them and the pump to the bedpost. He checked the flow, making sure everything was running correctly. “There. That’s it. You’re going to start feeling better soon,” he assured them.
Jin gathered his stuff up and turned around to look at them. "Just call me and let me know when that IV pump beeps or the bag gets low. I'll bring more."
Jungkook nodded and swelled hard. "We will. Thank you, Jin."
Jin smiled and walked out leaving the little family to their privacy.
Jimin brushed Jaehyun’s hair back, pressing a soft kiss to his damp forehead. “You’re so brave, baby…so brave,” he murmured, his own heart aching at the sight of his sick little pup.
Jungkook’s dark eyes never left Jaehyun, hand resting protectively over the IV site. “Nobody’s hurting you,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Nobody ever will.”
With the IV now in place, Jaehyun’s small body shivered lightly, nuzzling deeper into Jimin’s chest. His soft whimpers occasionally broke the quiet of the room. Jimin stroked the damp hair from his forehead, murmuring soothingly, “It’s okay, baby…you’re safe now. Eomma’s right here.”
As he spoke, Jimin subtly released calming pheromones, warm and sweet, surrounding their pup with reassurance. Jaehyun inhaled them unconsciously, letting his tense shoulders slacken just a little.
Jungkook’s arm tightened around both of them, dark eyes scanning the room even as his other hand pressed gently against the pup’s tiny body, shielding him. Low, protective pheromones radiated from Jungkook as well, rich and commanding, filling the air with a scent of safety and warning: anyone who dared approach would know this pup was under the full protection of his alpha. Jimin could feel the waves of Jungkook’s protective scent, grounding himself as he held Jaehyun.
Jaehyun’s eyelids fluttered, the IV drip steady and quiet beside him. “Appa…it hurts,” he murmured sleepily, his little voice soft and vulnerable.
“I know, pup,” Jungkook whispered, tilting his head so his lips brushed the crown of Jaehyun’s hair. “I know it does… but you’re doing so good. You’re my brave little alpha. Nobody’s going to hurt you. Not ever.” His pheromones deepened, mingling with Jimin’s to form a cocoon of safety and warmth around their pup.
Jimin kissed Jaehyun’s temple, breathing in the familiar scent of their pup. “That’s right, baby… you’re so strong. And we’re right here with you. Always.” He pressed his hand over Jaehyun’s chest, letting the comforting warmth of his pheromones seep into him, slowing his breathing, softening the tension in his little body.
Slowly, Jaehyun relaxed against them, tiny limbs sinking into the warmth of Jimin and Jungkook. The room fell quiet, except for the gentle drip of the IV and the soft breaths of their little alpha. Jungkook leaned his head down, brushing his cheek against Jimin’s hair for a brief moment before returning his full attention to their pup.
Jimin exhaled, letting some of his tension slip away as he felt Jaehyun start to drift toward sleep. He whispered softly, “Sleep tight, baby… we’ve got you.” The calming pheromones continued to surround Jaehyun, blending with Jungkook’s protective scent to make him feel utterly safe.
Jungkook’s gaze moved from their pup to Jimin, taking in the calm reassurance he exuded despite the worry gnawing at him. His dark eyes softened as he murmured, “I love you both so much…I can’t… I can’t lose either of you.”
Jimin laughed softly through the worry, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s temple. “You’re not going to, Kook. We’re here…all of us. Together.”
For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only the warmth of the nest, the rhythmic hum of the IV, the tiny breaths of their pup, and the intertwined pheromones creating a shield of love and safety around their family. In that cocoon, Jungkook felt the full weight of his devotion, vowing silently that nothing would ever threaten their family...not now, not ever.
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The first light of dawn barely filtered through the mansion windows as Jungkook stepped into the war room, exhaustion etched into the set of his jaw. He hadn’t slept...couldn’t...not since Jaehyun’s fever spiked. His dark eyes swept over the table where Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung were already waiting, surrounded by laptops, papers, and live surveillance feeds.
Namjoon broke the silence first, his deep voice carrying quiet concern. “How’s Jaehyun? You’ve been up all night, haven’t you?”
Jungkook’s knuckles whitened against the polished wood. His pheromones simmered beneath the surface, heavy and commanding, warning of the storm brewing inside him. “Strep,” he said flatly. “Jin started IV fluids and antibiotics. He’s stable for now, but I’ve been watching him like a hawk. I didn't want to leave him alone...not even for a second.”
A shadow flickered across Hoseok’s face, rare worry softening his features. “That’s good…but you need to rest too, Jungkook.”
Yoongi’s sharp gaze never left him. “We’ll keep things running. Just focus on keeping your pup safe.”
“I’ll rest when Alexei is in the ground,” Jungkook clipped out, voice like steel. His gaze shifted to Taehyung. “Report. Everything you saw and overheard. No detail left out.”
Taehyung straightened, his tone crisp and deliberate. “Masked figures arrived at the Volkov estate late last night. Alexei was among them. I managed to plant a listening device near Don Volkov’s study. From what I heard, Alexei isn’t just circling...he’s already embedded himself. The Volkovs are moving resources for him. They’re blood. He’s using that loyalty to fuel his play against you.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, the air around him darkening. “So the Volkovs aren’t just allies. They’re accomplices.”
“More than that,” Taehyung said grimly. “They’re complicit. Alexei’s been laying groundwork for months, using Volkov channels...casino laundering, shipping docks, even low-level enforcers. The Volkovs are giving him reach you don’t normally see from an outsider. His strategy is clear: gut your assets, bleed your cash flow, then move in to claim what’s left.”
A muscle in Jungkook’s cheek twitched. “He thinks he can hollow me out from the inside.”
Yoongi leaned forward, voice low. “And if he succeeds, he’ll have leverage not just over your empire, but your family.”
The table went still for a beat, the weight of the word family landing heavily. Jungkook’s eyes darkened, every line of his body coiled with restrained violence. “If he so much as breathes in their direction, I’ll burn his name out of existence.”
The room seemed to tighten around his vow. Namjoon nodded slowly. “Then we fortify now. No gaps. No mercy.”
Jungkook’s hand tapped the table once...measured, deliberate. “Good. Taehyung, you keep eyes and ears on the Volkov estate twenty-four-seven. Nothing leaves or enters without me knowing. Yoongi, double the manpower on every front...casinos, docks, clubs. If Alexei wants to play in the shadows, we blind him and cut his hands off.”
“Yes, boss,” Yoongi murmured, already scrolling through feeds.
Finally, Jungkook’s gaze cut to Hoseok. “What's the plan?.”
Hoseok pushed his laptop forward, a dozen files already open, spreadsheets cascading with red flags. “We need to think two moves ahead. If Alexei is embedding through the Volkovs, that means your assets are the first target. Casinos, docks, and restaurants are the arteries of your empire. If he severs even one, it’ll create a ripple effect. We’ll start by protecting cash flow...tighten the casinos, lock down laundering trails, vet every employee with access to financials.”
His fingers flew across the keys, highlighting risk zones in glowing red. “Next, the docks. He’ll try to sabotage shipments, maybe reroute product, maybe plant his own men in distribution. We increase surveillance, rotate security teams, and put trackers on every crate leaving port.”
Namjoon leaned forward, his tone thoughtful. “What about the restaurants? Those could be used as low-risk targets...easy to hit, easy to cause public damage.”
“Exactly,” Hoseok said. “So we protect them like they’re crown jewels. Cameras, guards, backup supply chains. If Alexei so much as sneezes in their direction, we’ll know.”
He looked back at Jungkook. “If we choke off his openings, Alexei won’t get the chance to destabilize us. He’ll be cornered into acting rashly...and that’s when we hit back.”
Jungkook’s expression hardened, cold fury simmering just beneath his calm. “Good. Let him act. When he does, I’ll make an example of him so brutal the Volkovs themselves will choke on the blood of their betrayal.”
Hoseok dragged a window onto the main screen, maps and flowcharts already cross-referenced with red-lined notes. His voice was calm, steady, but beneath it was steel.
“Step one: the casinos. They’re your biggest cash flow, which means they’re Alexei’s biggest target. Every floor manager and pit boss gets re-vetted by morning. Any name tied to the Volkovs...even distantly...is cut. We’ll rotate shifts so nobody’s too comfortable, and tighten the books to make laundering impossible for outsiders.”
He flicked to another map, the shipping ports marked with pulsing blue dots. “Step two: the docks. He’ll try to infiltrate through smuggling routes. So we double security, switch guard rotations without notice, and put trackers on every container leaving or arriving. If one goes missing, we’ll know within the hour.”
Another swipe. Restaurants, clubs, storefronts lit up in green. “Step three: restaurants and surface businesses. They look soft, easy to hit for quick chaos. We make them fortresses...more cameras, more guards, background checks for every employee and supplier. If Alexei wants a scene, he won’t get one.”
His gaze swept to Jungkook. “And step four: internal sweeps. Every phone, every account, every guard. If there’s a mole, we flush them out before Alexei can use them.'
Yoongi gave a short nod of approval. “Efficient. Clean. Ruthless. I like it.”
Namjoon leaned back, arms crossed. “It buys us time. But Jungkook…” He studied him carefully. “You haven’t closed your eyes since yesterday. You won’t be able to lead if you’re running on fumes.”
Jungkook’s gaze was ice-cold when it lifted to him. “I don’t need sleep. I need results.”
The words were clipped, final, and no one pressed him further.
But even as he dismissed the meeting with a sharp tap of his palm against the table, Jungkook’s body was already turning toward the door. The predator in him wanted blood, but the father in him wanted only the sound of his pup’s breathing.
He moved down the hall in long strides, shoulders tight, fists unclenching only when he pushed open the bedroom door. The scent of milk, honey and lemons greeted him first...Jimin, curled protectively around Jaehyun on the bed. The pup’s fever-flushed face was damp with sweat, but his breathing was calmer now, softer.
Jungkook stood there for a long moment, every lethal thought, every violent plan, every ounce of cold rage fading into a sharp ache in his chest. This...this was what Alexei threatened. This was why he would burn the Volkov name from the earth if he had to.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, brushing damp hair from Jaehyun’s forehead before pressing a kiss there. Jimin stirred faintly, eyes fluttering open, his voice soft and laced with sleep. “You’re back…I thought you’d be working all morning.”
Jungkook’s expression softened, though his exhaustion clung to every word. “I was. Had to go over some paperwork for the casinos, make sure everything’s locked down. Tomorrow I’ll have another meeting with the others.”
Jimin hummed, his gaze slipping to Jaehyun before drifting back up to Jungkook. “Mmm… sounds heavy. But right now, you look like the one who needs looking after.”
He shifted, tucking closer around the pup, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come lie down with us. You’re exhausted.”
Something in Jungkook’s chest eased at the invitation. He bent, pressing a slow kiss into Jimin’s hair. “Yeah…okay, baby. Just for a little while.”
And as he stretched out beside them, the sharp edges of his rage dulled, replaced by the steady rhythm of Jaehyun’s breathing and the warmth of Jimin curled against him.
Chapter 33
Summary:
Jungkook and the others check on the business reinforcements set in place by Hoseok. Alexei makes a move against Jungkook's business and fails.
Notes:
Alright, another chapter down.
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Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
A few days later, Jaehyun was finally starting to feel like himself again. His fever had broken, and his throat was no longer sore, but his appetite was still patchy. Jungkook propped himself back against the cushions of the nest, a tray balanced carefully on his knees, trying to coax a little nourishment into the pup.
“Here we go, pup,” Jungkook murmured, holding a small piece of toast near Jaehyun’s lips. “One more bite, for me. Just a little.”
Jaehyun wrinkled his nose, but he obeyed, nibbling slowly. Jungkook ran his large hand down the boy’s back in gentle encouragement. When Jaehyun had eaten enough, Jungkook held up a cup of water. “And this. You need to drink all of it, okay?”
Jaehyun sipped obediently, his small hands gripping the cup. When he finished, he crawled up on Jungkook’s chest with a little sigh of contentment, curling into the alpha’s arms.
“Appa,” the boy murmured sleepily, resting his head against Jungkook’s broad chest.
Jungkook’s heart constricted with tenderness. He wrapped a strong arm around his son and pressed soft kisses over his hair, temple, and cheek, trailing scent gently along the pup’s head and shoulders. Jaehyun let out a tiny giggle, eyes half-closed, and snuggled closer.
That’s when Jimin appeared at the doorway, fresh from the shower, towel tucked under his arms, damp hair sticking to his temples. He froze for a moment, watching the intimate scene, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“You two are adorable,” he whispered, stepping closer.
Jungkook glanced up at him, eyes warm, and held out a hand. “Come here, baby.”
Jimin settled into the nest beside them, easing his body against Jungkook’s side. Jaehyun reached up with a tiny hand, brushing against Jimin’s arm, and Jimin kissed the pup’s forehead before resting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Together, the three of them formed a cocoon of warmth, soft breaths mingling, the outside world fading away.
They stayed like that for a long moment, silent and safe, until Jungkook’s low voice broke through.
“Baby… I need to step out for a while,” he murmured, hand still stroking Jaehyun’s back. “I need to check on the businesses. Make sure everything’s running smoothly.”
Jimin shifted, brows knitting slightly. “Already? Can’t it wait?”
Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, his hand tightening gently on the curve of his waist. “It’s routine, nothing urgent. But with everything that’s happened… I need to make sure things are secure.”
He didn’t mention Hoseok’s plan, the reinforced security measures, or the Volkov threat...there was no reason to weigh Jimin down with that worry.
Jimin sighed, reluctant, but he rested his head back against Jungkook’s shoulder. “Okay… just don’t stay out too long. He’ll want you back when he wakes up.”
Jungkook brushed a kiss over both their foreheads. “I’ll be back before either of you notice I’m gone.”
Jaehyun let out a soft hum, already drifting toward sleep, and Jimin snuggled closer, arms tightening around both his alphas. Jungkook held them, letting the warmth of the nest fill him, the soft rhythm of Jaehyun’s breathing grounding the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.
Even as the alpha’s mind ran through reports, security feeds, and worst-case scenarios, right here in the nest, with Jimin and Jaehyun curled against him, he allowed himself a moment of calm...a moment where nothing could touch them, and everything he protected felt safe.
After some time, Jungkook rose from the nest slowly, careful not to disturb Jaehyun, whose eyelids were already drooping. He brushed a lingering kiss over the top of his pup’s head, inhaling the familiar mix of his own scent combined with milk and soft pup scent, then looked to Jimin.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said, voice low, almost a whisper meant only for him. “Stay here. Keep him close.”
Jimin’s hand slid over Jungkook’s, holding him in place for a heartbeat. “Be careful,” he murmured. “Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“I’m fine,” Jungkook replied, though his jaw tightened with the weight of responsibility.
He stepped out, the heavy velvet black canopy of the nest brushing against him as he left, and made his way to the black SUV waiting in the driveway. Rain hammered against the windows, wind lashing against the car, but Jungkook’s focus was absolute. Yoongi was already behind the wheel, silent and alert, eyes scanning the streets even as the wipers swiped rhythmically across the glass.
“Everything’s ready?” Jungkook asked without preamble.
Yoongi's hands tightened slightly on the wheel. “Yes. All assets have been reinforced according to Hoseok’s plan. Surveillance is live, security rotations are in place. But with the Volkovs and Alexei, we’re still dealing with unpredictable variables.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed, the familiar predator flickering across his face. “Unpredictable doesn’t mean unstoppable.”
The SUV moved smoothly through the rain-soaked streets, each turn precise, each traffic light watched like a point of potential threat. Jungkook’s mind ran through the contingencies, thinking through docks, casinos, and restaurants as he reviewed Hoseok’s strategic measures in his mind. Every shipment, every pit boss, every ledger entry...nothing could be left unchecked.
“Traffic’s clear for now,” Yoongi reported, his tone clipped. “No unexpected activity near the casinos or docks.”
“Good,” Jungkook replied, his voice low, measured. “But don’t assume anything. Alexei will try to strike when we least expect it. I want eyes on every Volkov family member...if they move, we know why.”
The rain hammered harder, and for a moment the night was a blur of streaking water and headlights. Jungkook’s hand rested briefly on the console, fingertips tapping with a rhythm only he noticed. Every nerve in his body was alert, attuned to danger even as he projected calm.
Yoongi glanced at him, unspoken concern in his eyes. “You’ve been running yourself ragged, Jungkook. You need to pace...”
“Not an option,” Jungkook cut in, voice dark and unwavering. “If Alexei touches even a thread of what’s mine… I won’t just react. I’ll erase the threat before it exists.”
Yoongi exhaled slowly, knowing better than to argue. He had seen Jungkook operate under pressure before, and every time it was the same: methodical, ruthless, and terrifyingly efficient.
The SUV slid to a stop outside one of the casinos. Jungkook’s hand pressed briefly to the door, feeling the pulse of adrenaline and determination. “Let’s go,” he said, voice low. “We start at the top. Every entrance, every exit, every employee… nothing is off-limits.”
Yoongi nodded, already checking the feeds on his tablet. “Understood. Full sweep in progress.”
As the two men stepped out into the storm, Jungkook’s gaze swept over the neon glow of the casino, the shipping docks looming behind it, and the restaurants lining the streets. Every one of his assets was a lifeline to his empire...and to the family waiting for him at home.
And he would protect them all, no matter the cost.
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The casino’s neon glow cut through the rain, reflecting off the wet pavement as Jungkook and Yoongi slipped inside. The hum of slot machines and murmurs of patrons masked the precision of their movements, but Jungkook’s senses were razor-sharp. Every face, every flicker of a screen, every guard’s stance registered in his mind like a map of potential vulnerabilities.
“Shift rotations,” Jungkook muttered, scanning the floor. “Check every entrance. I want to know who has access to what.”
Yoongi nodded, his fingers already flying over his tablet. “We’ve double-checked all personnel. Any connection to the Volkovs is flagged. No anomalies so far.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes flicked to a pit boss, noting the way he adjusted chips, the subtle nervous tick of his hand. He didn’t know if it was loyalty or fear...but he would find out. Every employee had to be accountable.
“Camera feeds?” Jungkook asked, voice low.
“All live. We rotated coverage to ensure blind spots are impossible. We’ve also hidden secondary cameras behind art and signs. Any movement near restricted areas triggers alerts immediately.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Good. Let’s move to the vault and the counting room. I want to see the flow of cash myself.”
As they made their way through the back corridors, Jungkook’s presence alone sent a ripple through the staff. They knew him...not just as the boss, but as an alpha who demanded vigilance. He didn’t need to speak; the authority radiating from him was enough to make even seasoned employees tense with attention.
They reached the vault. The guards stood at rigid attention, eyes sharp. Jungkook walked past them, inspecting the locks, the security panel, even the camera angles. Yoongi observed quietly, reporting anomalies in real time, though there were none.
“Good,” Jungkook said, his voice clipped. “Everything’s solid. But stay alert. Alexei’s men won’t show themselves openly. They’ll try subtle, indirect strikes first.”
Yoongi nodded. “Next stop: the shipping docks. He’ll look for weakness there.”
The drive to the docks was tense. Rain still pounded on the SUV’s roof, wind whipping against the sides, but Jungkook’s focus never wavered. His mind was a constant stream of contingencies: what if a Volkov operative had already infiltrated a shipment? What if Alexei tried to plant evidence to redirect inventory? Every scenario was cataloged, and every countermeasure memorized.
At the docks, security teams were already in position, following Hoseok’s meticulously designed plan. Jungkook inspected the container seals, the tracking devices, and the surveillance feeds. Every crate leaving or entering port had a digital fingerprint. Any tampering would set off alarms immediately.
“They’re tight,” Jungkook said, his voice low. “But that doesn’t mean Alexei won’t test them. I want patrols increased, random sweep patterns. He needs to know he can’t play with us here.”
Yoongi's eyes scanned the horizon, storm clouds casting shadows over the shipping cranes. “We’ve also rechecked the manifests. Any unusual activity flagged immediately. No container moves without clearance.”
Jungkook exhaled, just a fraction, but the tension in his shoulders remained. “Good. Keep me updated. Every asset, every movement…I want eyes on it all.”
For a long moment, the rain and thunder were the only sounds, but in that quiet, Jungkook’s mind was already moving ahead, thinking of the Volkovs, Alexei, and every move he would counter before it was even made.
“Let’s wrap here and move to the restaurants next,” he said finally. “Alexei won’t strike openly, but he’ll test weaknesses where he thinks we’re soft.”
Yoongi nodded. “Understood. We’re fully prepared, Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes flicked to the horizon, where the storm raged. “Prepared…yes. But if Alexei steps wrong, if he even thinks about touching what’s mine…he’ll regret it.”
The storm beat down harder, matching the storm coiling in Jungkook’s chest. And in his mind, every calculation led back to one immutable truth: his family and his empire were untouchable.
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Night had fallen, and the storm outside raged on, lightning briefly illuminating the casino’s sleek exterior. Inside, the usual hum of activity masked the quiet danger creeping through Jungkook’s meticulously guarded empire.
Alexei had arrived just after midnight, cloaked and calculating, moving through the shadows with the precision of a predator. He didn’t need to enter openly; his goal wasn’t chaos yet...it was reconnaissance and testing.
At the docks, an innocuous shipping container that had just cleared inspection was subtly tampered with. A sensor disabled, a seal slightly misaligned...but it was enough to trigger the hidden alert system Hoseok had installed. A silent alarm pinged directly to Taehyung's tablet in the SUV, already stationed a few blocks away.
Taehyung's eyes narrowed. He leaned closer to the screen, fingers hovering over his phone. “Boss…we have activity at Dock 7. Seal tampered, sensors triggered. Someone’s testing us.”
Jungkook’s voice came over the secure line, calm but lethal. “Stay on it. Eyes on the container. Track everything in real time. Don’t engage unless it’s necessary.”
Back at the casino, Alexei’s men attempted a minor manipulation of the cash flow system...switching a terminal, testing passwords...but Yoongi's teams had already rotated personnel, and the moment they tried, the system locked them out, alerting security immediately.
A single text from the system pinged to Jungkook’s phone: Unauthorized access attempt blocked. Immediate response required.
Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed. “Good. They’re probing. Hoseok, status on all assets?”
Hoseok’s voice came crisp over the line. “Casinos are locked down. Docks are secure with trackers on every container. Restaurants and surface businesses have double patrols. They can’t make a move without being seen.”
A smirk tugged at Jungkook’s lips, even in the storm. “Let them try. I want them to see how untouchable this is. Every move they make is on camera, every attempt documented. If Alexei thinks he can test me…he’s already lost.”
Taehyung's voice cut back in, steady. “Jungkook…at Dock 7, the container is moving...but we’re tracking it. Whoever’s handling it is moving cautiously, almost trying not to be seen. It’s deliberate.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Good. Let them think they’re clever. I’ll deal with them on my terms.”
He leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping the edge of the console. The storm outside mirrored the storm inside him...a controlled, boiling intensity. Every move, every counter, every eye on his empire was accounted for.
And somewhere in the shadows, Alexei realized just how carefully he had underestimated Jungkook’s reach.
“Let’s keep this quiet for now,” Jungkook said to Yoongi, voice low. “I want him paranoid before he even touches a dime. Keep eyes on every angle. Report every heartbeat.”
Yoongi's fingers moved swiftly, tapping into every feed, every alarm, every sensor. “Understood. They won’t get past this unnoticed.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes gleamed as lightning split the sky. “Good. Let them make their first move. They’ll regret it.”
The storm raged on outside, but inside, Jungkook’s empire was a fortress...and Alexei’s test would only show him how far outmatched he truly was.
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Alexei slammed his fist against the table in the dimly lit room at the Volkov estate. His left cheek, still disfigured from the explosion months ago, caught the flicker of the chandelier above. The pain of failure...small but infuriating...burned deeper than any scar.
“They blocked us,” one of his men whispered, unease creeping into his voice.
Alexei’s dark, scarred eyes glinted with fury. “No. Not just blocked. They saw everything. Every container, every shift, every terminal we touched...traced, recorded, monitored.” He spat the words like venom. “Jeon. That son of a bitch is untouchable…for now.”
He rose, pacing the room, the trench coat brushing the floor with deliberate menace. “We tested the outer walls. Now it’s time to hit the core.” His hand gestured to the large map spread across the table, red pins marking Jungkook’s assets. “Casinos, docks, restaurants…we poke at them in isolation, wait for him to react. But the family…” His jaw tightened. “We hit where it hurts. His pride. His blood. His omega. And then we take everything else.”
One of his lieutenants spoke up, voice hesitant. “Sir…that’s risky. He’s…he’s obsessed with them.”
Alexei’s smile was a cold slash. “Good. That obsession is our weapon. Let him feel fear. Let him think he can protect them…then take it away. Twice as hard, twice as fast. His anger will blind him.”
He leaned over the map, tracing the lines to the shipping docks. “We wait. Watch. Move in silently. Leave no trace until it’s time. When the first domino falls, the rest will follow like clockwork. Volkov family is ready. They’re loyal enough to risk everything for me…because blood binds stronger than fear.”
He turned, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Jeon thinks he’s untouchable. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
His lieutenants nodded, fear and anticipation mingling in their expressions. Alexei’s mind was already three steps ahead, each plan more vicious than the last, each move calculated to strike at Jungkook’s empire...and his heart.
Outside, the storm had eased, but inside the Volkov estate, a far darker storm was brewing.
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The storm rattled the windows of Jungkook’s office, rain streaking down in hurried sheets. Thunder rolled in the distance as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, eyes dark and restless, thinking back to the businesses and reinforcements he’d checked on earlier that day. Everything was running smoothly...but the weight of responsibility pressed on him, heavy in his chest.
The soft click of the door pulled him from his thoughts. Jimin stepped inside, black silk nightgown grazing his thighs, the robe hanging loose over his shoulders. “Are you coming to bed?” he asked, voice gentle and soft.
Jungkook’s gaze lifted to him, tension coiling in his jaw. “Yeah…in just a little while, baby,” he murmured, taking another sip of whiskey.
Jimin moved closer, quiet as a shadow, and climbed into his lap. Instinctively, Jungkook set the glass down, wrapping strong arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing him close, his hand sliding protectively over their little pup in Jimin’s belly.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked softly, tilting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Just…a lot on my mind,” Jungkook admitted, his voice low and gravelly. He shifted slightly, fingers brushing over Jimin’s hair. “How’s our pup doing?”
Jimin smiled, warmth flooding his features. “Jaehyun’s feeling better. No more fevers…he’s fast asleep now,” he said, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook let out a low hum, tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Good,” he murmured, eyes softening with the pride and relief of a father.
Jimin leaned up, arms winding around Jungkook’s neck, lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. A low rumble vibrated in Jungkook’s chest in response, almost involuntary. “Why don’t you let me take your mind off of everything?” Jimin whispered, nipping lightly at his ear, eyes shining with warmth and desire.
Jungkook’s dark eyes locked onto him, pupils dilated with want. “You think you can handle me, baby?” he growled, voice low and dangerous.
Jimin slid off his lap, kneeling between Jungkook’s legs. “I know I can,” he whispered, lips brushing against Jungkook’s inner thigh before tracing up to his waiting cock. Hands moved deftly to unbutton Jungkook’s shirt, kissing over his smooth muscled chest, each button undone one at a time.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, veins rising with heat, every nerve alight with anticipation. Jimin’s hands reached his belt buckle, fingers deftly undoing it, sliding the zipper down and freeing Jungkook’s hard length. Jimin paused for a moment, taking in the sheer size of his mate, eyes wide with a gasp of admiration, before lowering his mouth to take him in.
Warm, wet, and expert, Jimin’s mouth wrapped around Jungkook, teasing and stroking, lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm. Jungkook groaned, hands tangling in Jimin’s hair, pulling him closer, lost in sensation. Jimin’s teeth grazed, lips sucked, teasing him into a frenzy until the tension became unbearable.
“You…feel so good baby,” Jungkook groaned, fingers tangling in Jimin’s hair, moving his head closer to him. “That mouth...those plump lips…God, baby...I'm going to knot so hard."
Jimin hummed around him, lips wrapping fully, stroking with expert precision. Jungkook’s breathing hitched, hips stilled, veins straining. “Ah… Jimin… fuck… right there…” he groaned, voice rough and ragged.
“Mm… the taste of you,” Jimin teased, licking and swirling his tongue around the fat head. Jungkook’s hands gripped his hair tighter, growling low in his chest. “You’re mine…gonna make you feel it too…”
With a growl, Jungkook’s release came, hot and powerful, spilling down Jimin’s throat. Jimin held him close, both hands cupping and protecting his knot as it swelled, ensuring every drop of his release was claimed and safe.
Jungkook’s chest heaved, leaning back in his chair, still panting, dark eyes fixed on his omega. Without a word, he slid all the papers on the desk to the side. His gaze softened slightly, but his voice remained low and commanding: “Up.”
Jimin shivered as Jungkook lifted him easily, seating him on the edge of the desk. Legs dangling, he looked up, breath still uneven from their earlier heat. Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of Jimin slick and trembling. “So wet for me already…” he murmured, trailing his fingers along Jimin’s thighs. With one hand on Jimin's chest, Jungkook eased his body down until his back met the cold desk.
Jimin gasped, body arching. “Kook… please…”
Jungkook leaned closer, pushing two fingers inside his slick hole slowly, watching Jimin’s reaction as he whimpered. “So tight…feels so fucking good,” he growled. Jimin moaned, gripping the edge of the desk. Jungkook added a third finger, stretching him carefully, coaxing him open. “You take me so well…all for me,” Jungkook breathed, voice rough with possession.
When Jimin was ready, Jungkook lined himself up, cock throbbing and slick. “You feel this? All of me…just for you,” he growled, slamming into Jimin with one powerful thrust.
Jimin cried out, arms wrapping around Jungkook’s shoulders, legs clinging to his waist. “Ah…Kook…harder…it's so big...”
The storm outside raged, mirroring the chaos of their bodies. Thunder crashed in sync with the pounding of Jungkook’s hips, hands gripping Jimin’s ass and waist, keeping him flush and still. “So wet…all mine…gonna knot you hard,” Jungkook growled, voice thick and possessive.
“Yes…only yours…” Jimin moaned, nails digging into Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook slammed into him again and again, leaning close enough that their breaths mingled, teeth grazing, lips pressing into the side of his neck. “You like that? My cock filling you?” he growled.
“Ah…yes…Kook…don’t stop…” Jimin gasped, arching against him.
Jungkook growled low in his chest, voice rough against Jimin’s ear. “So fucking perfect… you feel that? How deep I am?”
“Yes, Kook… gods, yes…” Jimin whimpered, legs trembling where they clung around Jungkook’s waist. His slick dripped over the desk, mixing with the sweat and mess between them.
Jungkook’s thrusts slowed, deeper, harder, his knot swelling thick at the base. Jimin gasped, eyes going wide. “Ah...Kook…you’re...”
“That’s right,” Jungkook hissed, grinding in slow, punishing rolls. “You’re gonna take your knot… lock me inside you like you were made for it. My cock...my knot...its all yours...”
Jimin moaned, clawing at Jungkook’s shoulders, head falling back. “Mine…I want it...want all of you...give me my knot, Kook...”
With a feral growl, Jungkook shoved deep, hips snapping forward in one brutal thrust. His knot forced past Jimin’s stretched rim, swelling inside until it locked them together. Jimin screamed out, equal parts pain and bliss, body trembling violently as the knot seated deep and Jungkook held him flush against the desk.
“That's it, baby…fuck, right there,” Jungkook groaned, forehead pressing to Jimin’s. “Drain me dry, baby. I'm yours.”
Jimin panted, overwhelmed, his walls spasming around the thickness inside him. “Kook…I can feel you everywhere…”
“Good,” Jungkook growled, hips grinding as his knot throbbed, pumping his release into Jimin. “Take it...take all of me. You’ll never forget who you belong to.”
Jimin moaned, body arching as the heat of Jungkook’s cum flooded him, the fullness unbearable yet addicting. He clung to Jungkook desperately, trembling. “Yours…yours, only yours…”
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The morning was soft and golden, sunlight spilling through the canopy in muted stripes, warming the nest where the three of them slept in a tangle. Jungkook was only half-awake when he felt the faintest tug on his eyelid. Tiny fingers carefully pried at his lashes, and a muffled giggle gave the culprit away. Another laugh...lighter, shy but delighted...joined in, and Jungkook knew exactly who was teaming up on him.
He kept his breathing steady, feigning sleep, letting his pup have his fun. Jaehyun’s little hand pressed against his cheek, trying with all his might to peel open his appa’s eyes. Jimin’s hand covered his mouth, shoulders shaking as he tried not to laugh.
Just when Jaehyun leaned in close to whisper, Jungkook snapped his eyes open with a growl. “Raaah!” he rumbled, baring his teeth in mock ferocity as he lunged and nipped at his pup’s tiny fingers.
Jaehyun shrieked with laughter, flopping backward, but Jungkook grabbed him easily, rolling onto his side and pulling the boy against his broad chest. “Got you,” he declared, smothering the child in loud, obnoxious kisses until Jaehyun squealed and kicked his little legs in protest.
The nest filled with the sound of laughter...Jaehyun’s bright and unrestrained, Jimin’s soft and melodic. Jimin pressed his face into the blanket, shaking as he giggled at the sight of his two alphas wrestling like wolves. Jungkook growled playfully and tossed Jaehyun up into the air, catching him securely before dragging him down into another round of love-bombing.
“Appa, stop! Stop!” Jaehyun begged between squeals, his little face flushed pink, dimples flashing with every breathless giggle. His legs kicked helplessly, thrashing against the nest blankets, but his smile was wide and toothy.
“You think you can attack me in my sleep and get away with it?” Jungkook growled, voice low and playful as he nipped at his pup’s tiny fingers. Then, without warning, he caught Jaehyun around the waist and dragged him closer, pinning him against his broad chest.
“Nooo!” Jaehyun squeaked, wriggling, but his giggles only doubled. Jungkook smirked, hooked his hand under the hem of Jaehyun’s little pajama shirt, and shoved it up to expose the pup’s soft tummy.
“Got you now,” Jungkook rumbled, before lowering his face and blowing a loud, wet raspberry right into his belly.
The noise made Jaehyun shriek so loudly he startled himself, dissolving into helpless laughter, hiccuping as his tiny fists patted against Jungkook’s shoulders. “Appaaa! Stop! That tickles!”
Jungkook only chuckled, doing it again, just to hear his pup squeal. “That’s what you get for messing with me, pup. Appa always wins.”
Finally, when Jaehyun was red-faced and hiccuping with laughter, Jungkook gathered him close, pressing him against his chest and kissing his messy hair. His voice dropped low, gentle. “How’s my boy feeling this morning?”
Jaehyun leaned back, cheeks glowing, and grinned. “Hungry.”
Relief bloomed in Jungkook’s chest, loosening the tight coil that had been wound there for days. He smoothed Jaehyun’s hair back, eyes soft. “Good. That’s what I want to hear.”
From the nest’s edge, Jimin lay propped up on his elbow, watching the scene unfold. His lips curved into the softest smile, chest aching with warmth. His mate...fearless don, ruthless alpha to the world...looked impossibly gentle here, clutching their giggling pup like he was the most precious thing alive.
Jimin’s heart squeezed as he drank it in: Jungkook’s dark hair mussed from sleep, his eyes bright with adoration, his broad chest rising and falling under the weight of their laughing son. The sound of Jaehyun’s squeals and hiccupping laughter filled the room, spilling over Jimin like sunlight.
For a moment, he thought he might burst from how safe and full his world felt.
Jungkook reached for the phone, still keeping Jaehyun tucked against him with one arm, and called down to the kitchen. “Breakfast for three. Bring it up.” His voice carried the clipped authority of a don, but when he hung up, his gaze was only for his family.
The three of them ate together in the nest when the food arrived, Jaehyun gobbling down eggs and fruit with messy enthusiasm while Jimin laughed at his antics. Jungkook didn’t even care when the pup smeared jam across the blankets; all he cared about was the sparkle returning to his boy’s eyes, the steady sound of his omega’s laughter.
It was the kind of morning Jungkook wished he could bottle up and keep forever...simple, perfect, safe.
But even as he watched them, his mind began to shift. Reality lingered at the edges, creeping in like a shadow under the door. The plan Hoseok had put into motion needed constant oversight. Jungkook had to check on his businesses daily, his territories, make sure the safeguards were holding and that no one dared test him again. His empire couldn’t run on loyalty alone.
His arms tightened around both Jimin and Jaehyun, as if his hold could freeze this moment in time. For now, he let himself bask in it...their laughter, their warmth, the way Jimin leaned into him and Jaehyun snuggled closer after breakfast. But already, in the back of his mind, the weight of the outside world pressed against him, demanding his attention.
He kissed Jaehyun’s hair, then Jimin’s temple, silently promising he would always protect this peace...even if it meant stepping away to face the storm waiting beyond their door.
Chapter 34
Summary:
Soobin returns.
Jimin has late night pregnancy cravings.
Notes:
Had some time to post the next chapter.
Oh...and don't hate me for this chapter please lol. He has to return so the story can progress.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jimin stirred in the darkness, stomach twisting with a sudden, insistent need. His mouth was watering uncontrollably, and the craving was impossible to ignore. He rolled onto his side, pressing one hand to his small, round belly, and gently shook Jungkook’s broad shoulder.
“Alpha… wake up,” he murmured, voice soft but urgent.
Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, instantly alert. “What’s wrong?” His deep voice cut through the quiet of the night, full of concern.
“Baby…” Jimin whimpered, rubbing his belly, “I… the pup needs… spicy ramen. And… you have to make it. Yours are the best.”
Jungkook’s chest puffed up immediately, a proud smirk tugging at his lips. “Mine are the best, huh?” he murmured, brushing a lock of damp hair from Jimin’s forehead.
Jimin blinked up at him with huge, pleading puppy eyes, tilting his head and shrugging. “Only you make it right… just you,” he whispered, hand moving over his belly as if the baby inside might approve.
A sleepy squeak interrupted them. Jaehyun had woken from their quiet murmuring and crawled closer, eyes wide. He pressed his tiny hands against Jimin’s belly. “Is the pup hungry?”
Jungkook grinned, scooping Jaehyun up by the waist. “Well, since you’re awake, come with me. We’re making Eomma and the pup some spicy ramen.”
“Yay! I get to help Appa!” Jaehyun squealed, bouncing in Jungkook’s arms.
Jimin stayed in the nest, propping himself up on pillows, one hand resting on his belly. “Me and the pup will wait here,” he teased softly, voice warm and amused, watching the alpha and their little boy leave.
Downstairs, the kitchen was alive with quiet movement. Jungkook moved efficiently, chopping green onions, boiling water, and carefully adding the spicy paste. Jaehyun perched on a stool, stirring noodles with all his strength and sneaking tastes whenever he dared, humming a little tune as he worked.
Upstairs, Jimin rested against the pillows, one hand rubbing his small bump. The baby squirmed as if impatient, nudging against him with little kicks that made him giggle. “Have patience, pup… you’ll get your spicy ramen soon,” he murmured, pressing a hand to the bump.
A few minutes later, soft footsteps echoed up the stairs. Jungkook appeared in the doorway, holding a steaming bowl carefully in his hands, Jaehyun clinging to his free arm, bouncing with excitement.
“Here,” Jungkook said, setting the bowl gently on the bedside table. His chest puffed out proudly. “Spicy ramen, just for you and our pup. And a little extra broth to make it perfect.”
Jimin inhaled the rich, spicy aroma and smiled, eyes soft. “Perfect. You always know how to make me happy.” He leaned back against the pillows, pressing a hand over his belly. The baby gave a little kick as if approving, making him laugh softly. “Looks like the baby approves too.”
Jungkook leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Anything for you and our little pups,” he murmured.
Jaehyun carefully clambered onto the bed, peering curiously at Jimin’s bowl. “Can we do this again tomorrow night?” he asked eagerly, bouncing a little on his knees.
Jimin laughed, reaching over to ruffle Jaehyun’s hair. “Maybe… but only if Appa promises to make it again.”
“I promise,” Jungkook said, voice full of pride and warmth. He brushed Jimin’s hair back and rubbed a hand over his belly, feeling the baby shift again in response. “Looks like everyone’s happy.”
Jimin picked up his chopsticks and slurped a long, satisfying bite, the spicy broth warming him from the inside out. The baby kicked sharply just as he brought the next bite to his lips, making him giggle and press a hand to his bump. “Hey! That tickles,” he said.
Jungkook chuckled, brushing his thumb over Jimin’s knuckles. “Looks like someone likes ramen too.” He leaned close, inhaling the aroma and smiling at the sight of his omega and their little pup. “You and our pup are going to turn me into a full-time chef, aren’t you?”
Jimin giggled, eyes soft and content, and leaned back against Jungkook’s arm, feeling the warmth of both the alpha and the baby inside him. Another kick hit just as he took another bite, making him laugh. “Stop it! You’re supposed to be enjoying your ramen, not causing chaos!”
Jaehyun clapped his hands excitedly. “The pup’s funny! Just like us!”
Jungkook grinned, nudging Jimin gently with his shoulder. “See? Our little family is full of troublemakers. But I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Jimin laughed softly, feeling the tiny kicks, the warmth of their ramen, and the closeness of his family. “Me neither,” he whispered.
The three of them settled into the quiet of the night, bowls steaming, soft laughter spilling through the nest, and the gentle nudges of their little baby reminding them that this tiny family was everything...perfect, safe, and complete.
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The afternoon sun spilled softly through the bedroom curtains, warming the nest with a golden glow. Jimin stood in front of the mirror, holding one of his favorite shirts up in front of him. He tugged it over his head and froze.
It didn’t fit. Not even close. The fabric stretched stubbornly across his now round belly, seams threatening to give way. Jimin’s lower lip trembled, and he let out a small, frustrated pout.
“Ugh…why does nothing fit anymore?” he muttered, pressing a hand over his tiny bump.
Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirk tugging at his lips. “Stop,” he said, stepping closer, voice teasing but warm. “For the longest time, you didn’t even look pregnant…but now? Now you do. That means our little omega inside you has grown some more.”
Jimin blinked at him, slightly flustered. “I… I just...”
“Stop,” Jungkook repeated, brushing a hand over Jimin’s hip and bending down to press a soft kiss to his neck. His scent filled the space, warm and intoxicating. “You look beautiful like this. Round, soft…perfect.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed, heat spreading through his chest. “You always say that…” he whispered, voice small.
“Because it’s true,” Jungkook murmured, rubbing his thumb over the curve of Jimin’s hip. “Seven months, Jimin. Our pup’s safe and healthy, and so are you. That’s all that matters.”
Jimin let out a small laugh, pressing a hand over his bump. “I just…I feel so big now. It's like I swelled up over night.”
“You’re not ‘big,’ baby. You’re carrying our little pup,” Jungkook said firmly, resting his forehead against Jimin’s temple for a moment. “And seeing you like this…it makes me so proud. Our little omega is growing, and so is our family.”
Jimin melted into Jungkook’s chest, inhaling his scent and closing his eyes. “Promise we’ll get there on time for the checkup?”
Jungkook chuckled, lifting him carefully in his arms. “Of course. Nothing’s late when I’m carrying my omega. Now, let’s go get you and our little pup checked by the doctor. Don’t worry...you’re perfect, every little inch of you.”
Jimin giggled softly, nestling against Jungkook, the shirt forgotten. The alpha’s protective, confident energy wrapped around him like a shield, and for the first time in the day, he felt calm and loved...ready to face the checkup and everything that came after, with Jungkook by his side.
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After dropping Jaehyun off with Hoseok to watch him for the afternoon, Jimin and Jungkook made their way down to the clinic. The sunlight was bright, warm against their skin, and the city hummed quietly around them.
Even though Jimin was seven months along, he moved around surprisingly well. His steps were careful, but his belly hadn’t grown so large as to slow him down completely. Then again, Jungkook thought with a small, proud smile, his omega’s belly was still relatively small considering how far along he was...an almost-perfect balance that made him look soft and round without feeling cumbersome.
“You really are moving fine,” Jungkook remarked, keeping one hand lightly over Jimin’s lower back as they navigated the sidewalk. “But…I still think you should let me carry you sometimes. Just to be safe.”
Jimin laughed, resting a hand over his bump. “I can handle it, Koo. I’m fine.”
“Mhmm,” Jungkook said, his eyes darkening slightly with pride and protectiveness. “Fine for now. But seeing you like this…little belly and all… it makes me so aware of how much I need to watch over you.” He leaned down slightly, brushing his nose against Jimin’s temple, filling the air around them with his scent. “You, our little omega pup and our alpha pup…I’ve got to protect you all.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed at the closeness, warmth spreading through his chest. “You’re so overprotective,” he murmured, though his hand instinctively clutched Jungkook’s wrist, holding him near.
“Maybe,” Jungkook admitted, smirking, “but you like it.”
Jimin laughed softly, shaking his head, but the baby gave a sudden little kick against his hand, making him wince with pain. “Hey...are you doing a dance routine in there?”
Jungkook’s hand immediately moved to rest over Jimin’s, pressing gently against the bump. “Our pup’s active today,” he murmured, brushing his lips over Jimin’s temple again. “Looks like someone’s excited to see the doctor too.”
By the time they reached the clinic, the warmth of the afternoon and the closeness of their small, protective bubble made Jimin feel calm, safe, and cherished. Seven months along, yet moving through the world with his alpha at his side, he realized just how much he loved the simple, everyday moments that felt so full of family.
As they walked into the exam room, Jin glanced up from the chart as Jimin settled onto the exam table, Jungkook hovering close like a shadow. “Well,” Jin said with a small smile, “our patient looks bright today.” He adjusted his glasses, scanning Jimin from head to toe. “You haven’t gained more than maybe five pounds since your last visit, but...” he motioned toward Jimin’s middle, “that belly of yours finally seems to have popped overnight. That’s a good sign. Means our little omega pup is finally growing into himself.”
Jimin flushed at the words, his hands automatically smoothing over his rounded bump. Jungkook puffed up beside him, dark eyes gleaming with pride, his chest swelling as though Jin had just handed him the highest praise.
“Go ahead and lie back, Jimin,” Jin instructed gently. “Let’s check on the little one.”
Jimin reclined slowly against the paper-lined table, the crinkle loud in the quiet room. Jungkook immediately adjusted the pillow beneath his head, his large hand smoothing over Jimin’s hair as if making sure he was comfortable before Jin even touched him.
“Lift your shirt for me,” Jin said, already snapping on gloves and pulling the ultrasound wand closer. Jimin tugged the fabric up, cheeks coloring faintly when his belly was revealed. Jungkook’s eyes softened, his palm instantly coming to rest against the side of that curve as though to shield it.
“This gel might feel a little cold,” Jin warned.
Jimin hissed softly as the cool liquid spread over his skin, shivering, but Jungkook bent down at once, pressing his mouth to Jimin’s cheek. “You’re okay, baby,” he murmured.
The machine hummed, and soon the familiar blurry shapes flickered across the monitor. Jin’s face softened as he maneuvered the probe. “Ah. There we go. Tiny, but mighty. Heartbeat’s steady, pup’s curled up nice and snug…and growing right on track now.”
Jimin let out a shaky laugh of relief, his fingers tightening around Jungkook’s hand.
“Already stubborn too,” Jin added with a chuckle as the pup shifted away from the wand, making the image blur. “Definitely takes after their appa.”
Jungkook puffed up instantly, chin tilted, though his gaze never left the monitor. “Good. They’ll need to be strong.” His thumb stroked over Jimin’s knuckles.
Jin glanced between them with a small smile but kept narrating for Jimin’s comfort. “They’re measuring a bit small still, but nothing to worry about. Considering he is a male omega and how little weight you’ve put on overall, this is excellent progress. Looks like your pup just decided to hit a growth spurt later than most.”
Jimin sniffled, laughing breathlessly, his free hand caressing the curve of his stomach. “A late bloomer,” he whispered.
“He's not a late bloomer, he just doesn't like being rushed,” Jungkook teased softly, kissing his temple.
Jin set the wand down and pulled off his gloves. “And one more thing,” he added, tone confident. “From what I’m seeing, there’s no reason you shouldn’t have a smooth, natural delivery this time. No need for a C-section. Your body’s handling this pregnancy well.”
Jimin’s lips parted in surprise, eyes going glassy with relief. “Really?” he whispered.
Jin nodded firmly. “Really. I expect you’ll do beautifully when the time comes.”
Jungkook bent down and kissed his temple, whispering against his skin, “Told you they’re perfect.” His other hand rested possessively on Jimin’s belly, pride swelling in his chest.
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The office was cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from a crystal decanter of amber liquor glowing under the desk lamp. The walls were lined with heavy bookshelves, each shelf a mix of law books, ledgers, and weapons tucked behind false panels. Alexei sat behind his desk like a king on a throne, one hand lazily rolling his glass while the other tapped a deliberate rhythm against the polished wood, echoing in the stillness. Across from him, Soobin sat straight-backed in his chair, trying not to betray the way his pulse raced.
Alexei’s eyes glimmered with sharp malice as he leaned forward, smoke curling from his cigar like serpents in the dim light. “You’ve heard of Jeon Jungkook’s… domestic bliss, yes? Another pup on the way. His little omega glowing, safe in the nest. All very sweet. Almost makes me sick.”
Soobin’s jaw tightened, lips curling into a bitter smirk. “I’ve heard. He plays family man now. How noble.”
Alexei leaned closer, voice dropping to a silken hiss that carried menace in every syllable. “I want to shatter that. Not today. Not tomorrow. No. We wait. We wait until after the brat is born. Let him hold that pup in his arms. Let him think he’s untouchable. Then we take it away.”
He swirled his drink and let the silence stretch, punctuated only by the faint tick of a clock in the corner, before continuing. “I want his omega in the car. I want both pups in the car. And when that omega drives that car a little ways down the road…” He snapped his fingers, sharp and cruel. “Boom. Gone.”
Soobin’s eyes darkened, shadowed with something dangerously like satisfaction. “A bomb,” he murmured, his lips curling into a predatory grin. “Fitting.” He tilted his head, letting the weight of his words hang. “And you want me to be the one who places it?”
“Of course,” Alexei said smoothly, his smile cold as ice. “Who else could get that close? You know your way around his home.”
Soobin let out a bitter laugh, the sound like dry leaves cracking underfoot. “Funny thing during our arrangement… Jungkook never once brought me to his home. Always came to my condo instead.” He leaned back in his chair, brushing his blonde hair away from his face with one hand, exuding a calm control that masked the storm building beneath. “But don’t worry. I’ll find my way around. If anyone catches me where I shouldn’t be, I can always play dumb. Pretend I got lost.”
Alexei’s mouth curved into a predator’s smile. He reached across the desk, sliding a thick envelope stuffed with crisp bills toward Soobin. “Consider this an advance. There will be more when the job is done. You’ll approach him under the pretense of family business. Sit in front of Jungkook...never the omega, he’ll smell something off immediately. Smile, charm him. Then, when you leave, slip through the kitchen door. The Lexus LX should be in the garage.”
Soobin took the envelope, the weight of it in his hand heavier than money alone. He could already imagine Jungkook’s face...the fury, the helplessness, the disbelief. “You want him on his knees,” he said softly, his voice carrying the thrill of vengeance.
“No,” Alexei corrected, his tone like smooth poison. “I want him broken and weak. Once he’s at his lowest, I’m going in with my men, guns blazing, to take his empire. You’ll help me with that.”
Soobin’s grin widened, sharp and cold. Revenge had never tasted so sweet. “Gladly. Let him have his pups, his perfect omega, his little family. It’ll make the explosion all the sweeter.”
Alexei raised his glass in a mock toast, eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction. “To the end of the great Jeon Jungkook.”
Soobin clinked his glass against the edge of the desk, the sound hollow, metallic, like a death knell reverberating through the room. He leaned back, savoring the thought of the alpha’s world unraveling at his hands. He had been waiting for this moment for years, and now it was finally within reach.
Even as the room hummed with quiet menace, both men knew the plan’s elegance: subtle, personal, utterly devastating. Jungkook would never see it coming.
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TWO MONTHS LATER
The office was dimly lit, the fading sunlight slanting through the tall windows, painting the walls in stripes of gold and shadow. Ledgers, surveillance reports, and tablet screens were spread across Jungkook’s massive mahogany desk, each one a piece of the empire he had built. Two months had passed, and now Jimin was due to deliver their omega pup any day. Yet even amidst the routine business, Jungkook’s mind kept drifting to the nest...Jimin nestled among pillows, the soft warmth of his presence, the tiny life soon to join them.
Hoseok leaned back in his chair across from him, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against his knee. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, eyes narrowing. “More focused than usual. Something on your mind?”
Jungkook didn’t take his eyes from the screens. “Doesn’t it strike you as…strange?” His voice was low, measured, but the tension underneath was sharp. “Alexei hasn’t tried touching any of my businesses in two months. Not since that night Yoongi and I went out to inspect the reinforced security upgrades. Not a single shipment, no fronts, nothing.”
Hoseok’s brow lifted, curiosity and concern mingling. “Our surveillance is tight, right? Cameras, patrols, every angle? My plan is still working?"
“Works perfectly,” Jungkook said, tapping his fingers against the polished surface of the desk in a quiet rhythm. “Cameras, patrols, every contact, every movement. Alexei hasn’t been near a single one of my operations since that night. Not at the mansion, not at the warehouse, not anywhere.” His jaw tightened, eyes flashing with sharp calculation. “And that…worries me.”
Hoseok leaned forward slightly, reading the alpha’s unease. “So he’s waiting for something?”
Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, locking onto Hoseok’s. “Exactly. He’s patient, smart. He knows that hitting me directly doesn’t scare me. But my family…” His voice dropped, roughened with a quiet edge. “That’s where he could really hurt me.”
There was a pause, almost like the room itself was holding its breath. Jungkook’s fingers drummed the edge of the desk, a subtle manifestation of the tension coiled within him. Then, his voice softened just enough, revealing the depth of his foresight. “I called Namjoon earlier. He’s on board. He and his lieutenants are going to increase security around the mansion themselves. Patrols, cameras, every point of entry, every route in and out. Nothing gets past us.”
Hoseok’s expression darkened, concern sharpening his features. “Extra guards, new rotations, the works?”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly. And we’ll go over the mansion ourselves, make adjustments where needed. Taehyung has done a great job, but I want no gaps. Not now, not ever. Jimin’s about to give birth, the pup is tiny…I won’t risk it.”
Hoseok let out a low hum, his respect and worry evident. “Alexei’s smart…but he’s never faced you personally before. Never this close. He won’t get the drop on us.”
Jungkook allowed a brief nod, but his chest tightened nonetheless. The calm of the office, the distant hum of the city below, the orderly rhythm of Syndicate operations...it all felt fragile. Too quiet, too perfect. Every instinct in him screamed that the storm was coming.
He rose from his chair, pacing slowly, every movement precise. “We check every camera feed, every rotation, every patrol schedule. Any anomaly, any unusual contact...immediate report. Nothing leaves this floor without my approval. And Hoseok…” His gaze softened just slightly, a flicker of warmth in the cold, calculating alpha mask. “Keep me updated on every detail at the mansion. I want eyes on every corner. Every shadow. Every exit.”
Hoseok nodded, silently acknowledging the weight of command, the tension between strategy and instinct.
Jungkook returned to his desk, leaning over the reports once more. His mind flicked briefly to the nest, to Jimin resting upstairs, to the tiny life soon to fill the house with sound and warmth. His chest tightened with an unfamiliar vulnerability, quickly replaced by the unyielding steel of an alpha and don.
The storm was coming. He could feel it in the quiet hum of the Syndicate, in the invisible threads of the city outside, in the stillness that clung too tightly to his empire. And when it came, he would be ready. Always ready.
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The hallway was quiet as Jungkook made his way up to their room, the faint hum of the city outside barely seeping through the windows. Pushing open the door, he paused, noticing the nest was empty. But then, from somewhere nearby, he heard it...tiny, muffled giggles. Jaehyun.
Dropping his shoes at the door, Jungkook unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, tossing it into the laundry basket. He moved toward the sound, leaning against the bathroom doorway, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Inside, Jimin was at the counter, going through his nightly skincare routine. The soft light from the bathroom lamp caught on the curve of his belly beneath the oversized white t-shirt that belonged to Jungkook. His black cotton sleep shorts hung loosely, casual and comfortable, emphasizing the gentle roundness of his stomach.
Jaehyun’s small head was buried completely under Jimin’s shirt, his little voice animated and earnest. “And then I got the big red truck, and it can go super fast, pup! And we can race the blue one too, okay?”
Jimin glanced at Jungkook in the mirror and smiled, a soft warmth in his eyes. “Hey, baby,” he said, voice gentle.
Jungkook’s chest tightened at the sight. “I missed you, baby,” he murmured, stepping closer. Then, noticing the little scene in front of him, he chuckled. “Son…what are you doing?”
Jaehyun popped his head out just enough to grin up at him. “I’m talking to my brother, Appa! I have to lean close so he can hear me. I’m telling him about all the best toys!” Then, with a small giggle, he dove back under Jimin’s shirt, continuing his animated monologue.
Jungkook laughed, shaking his head, ruffling Jaehyun’s hair when he emerged briefly. He stepped up to Jimin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then nipping them lightly. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at Jimin’s rounded belly. “Can Appa say hello to the pup too?”
Jaehyun’s voice came muffled from under the shirt. “Not yet, Appa! I’m just now getting to the good toys!”
Jimin laughed, tugging his little boy out gently. Bending down, he pressed a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s lips. “Time for bed, little one. We can talk to the pup tomorrow.”
Jaehyun pouted but nodded. “Okay,” he murmured, running off to his room and crawling into his toddler bed, already pulling the blanket up around him.
Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin, holding him close. One hand rested protectively on his stomach, rubbing slow, gentle circles over the small bump. “Any cramps? Anything uncomfortable?” he asked quietly.
Jimin shook his head, tilting his chin up to meet Jungkook’s gaze. “No, alpha. I still feel fine,” he replied softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head, his thumb tracing lazy circles over his belly. “Good,” he murmured, voice low, full of protective warmth. “We’re almost there, baby. Not long now.”
Jimin hummed softly, pressing a gentle peck to his lips before turning back to finish his nightly skincare routine.
Jungkook walked over to the shower, turning it on and waited for the temperature to adjust. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor.
Jimin glanced at him in the mirror, eyes wide and dilated with desire, and Jungkook caught the look. A slow smirk curved his lips as he dropped his underwear and grabbed his big cock, giving it a teasing tug. “Is there something you need from me, baby?” His voice was low, husky.
The scent of Jimin’s honey-sweet arousal reached him, and he growled softly.
Jimin whimpered, a shiver running through him. “It depends…how fast can you be?”
Without breaking eye contact, Jungkook stepped closer, pressing his hips flush against Jimin’s. He whispered in his ear, hot and possessive, “As fast as you need me to be.”
Jimin let out a soft whimper and turned, capturing Jungkook’s mouth with his own in an urgent, hungry kiss. Their mouths moved together with teeth, lips, tongue, and saliva, both of them lost in the heat of the moment.
After a few heated seconds, Jimin pulled back slightly, breathing fast. “Wait…let me check on Jaehyun real quick.”
Jungkook’s smirk widened. He reached back and gave Jimin’s ass a firm, affectionate smack. “Go on,” he murmured, eyes darkening with desire. “I’ll be right here when you get back, baby.”
Jimin blushed, a little breathless, but smiled. “Don’t worry, alpha,” he said softly, then padded toward Jaehyun’s room, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing look that made Jungkook growl quietly in anticipation.
Jimin padded quietly down the hall to Jaehyun’s room, careful not to wake him too abruptly. The little boy was tucked snugly under his blanket, eyes fluttering as he half-smiled in his sleep. Jimin crouched beside the bed, brushing a soft hand through Jaehyun’s hair.
“Hey, little pup,” he whispered, voice warm. “Time for bed. Daddy and I are just finishing up our night, but we’ll see you in the morning, okay?”
Jaehyun yawned, snuggling deeper into the blankets. “Okay, Eomma,” he mumbled, his tiny hands curling around the edge of his comforter.
Jimin smiled, kissing the top of his son’s head before standing and heading back toward the bedroom. His heart felt full seeing Jaehyun so peaceful, and anticipation for his own alpha waiting for him made his pulse quicken.
As soon as he stepped back into their room, Jungkook’s eyes were dark and hungry, watching him from the doorway of the shower. The alpha’s cock was still hard, and the sight made Jimin flush with a mix of shyness and desire.
Jungkook smirked, stepping closer. “Missed me, baby?” Jungkook murmured, stepping closer, voice low and possessive. His hands slid over Jimin’s hips, thumbs brushing slow, tantalizing circles over the swell of his belly.
Jimin shivered, heat pooling between his thighs. “Yeah… a little,” he whispered. “Jaehyun is asleep.”
“Good boy,” Jungkook growled, lips brushing the side of Jimin’s neck, teeth grazing lightly. “I want my omega all to myself.”
Jimin tilted his head back, whimpering as Jungkook’s hands roamed. He tugged at Jimin’s oversized t-shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. His soft cotton shorts were all that remained, but Jungkook yanked those down too, leaving Jimin fully exposed.
“Alpha…” Jimin gasped, pressing into him.
Jungkook slowly walked him backwards towards the vanity and turned Jimin around to face the huge mirror. Jimin's gasped as he saw them in the mirror. The alpha placed one big hand on the center of his back and bent him over.
Jungkook smirked, lowering his mouth to the sensitive skin of Jimin’s inner neck, teasing with slow licks and light nips. His fingers slid between Jimin’s slick cheeks, stroking the tight wet hole, teasing, probing, eliciting gasps and whines.
“Please…fuck me…need you,” Jimin begged, hips arching.
“Mm,” Jungkook hummed, voice dark. “So ready…so wet for me.” He pressed a finger inside, curling expertly, finding that spot that makes Jimin cry out. After sliding it in and out, stretching him open, Jungkook then slowly slid a second finger inside. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”
“Yes…only you, Alpha!” Jimin moaned, gripping Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook stood, pressing his hard cock against Jimin’s dripping wet hole. “You’ve got me so hard, baby…all this cock is for you.” With one long, possessive thrust, he pushed inside, hips flush, filling him completely.
“Ahhh! Alpha!” Jimin cried, reaching behind and wrapping one arm around Jungkook’s neck.
“Fuck, baby…you're so tight...squeezing my cock in half...”, Jungkook growled, thrusting slowly, then harder, hands cupping Jimin’s belly, thumb brushing soothing circles over the small bump as he drove into him. Teeth nipped along shoulders and collarbone, marking, claiming. He then slid two hands up to Jimin's small breasts that were full of milk for their pup and squeezed...tugging gently at the engorged nipples.
“Harder…please…Alpha!” Jimin whimpered, chest heaving, body trembling with need.
“Such a good omega…so wet, so ready,” Jungkook growled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both. Jimin’s cries grew higher, breathless, and with a shuddering gasp, he came, quivering around Jungkook.
Jungkook groaned as his knot popped, locking him deep inside. The alpha's hot cum released inside him, the alpha fell forward and caught himself with one arm against the vanity, caging Jimin in, riding out his own climax. He collapsed gently against Jimin’s back, lips brushing kisses across his temple and shoulder.
“Mine…always,” he murmured, voice rough and possessive. “You and the pups…all mine.”
Jimin pressed into him, shivering but smiling. “Always…alpha,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around Jungkook's neck as the warmth and intimacy of the moment settled over them.
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Jungkook stood in the shower with Jimin pressed against him, warm water cascading over their flushed, slick bodies. He guided him gently, washing away the remnants of their passion with careful hands, every touch lingering, possessive, and tender. Jimin shivered under his touch, leaning into the alpha, breathing unevenly, feeling safe and utterly adored.
“You okay, baby?” Jungkook murmured, brushing wet strands of hair from Jimin’s face and pressing soft kisses to his lips.
“Mm…yeah, Alpha,” Jimin murmured, nuzzling against him. “I’m fine.”
Once they were clean, Jungkook wrapped Jimin in a large, soft towel, carrying him carefully out of the bathroom. He pressed gentle kisses to Jimin’s forehead and shoulders, humming softly as they made their way up the hall to the nest.
Jungkook laid Jimin down in the nest, keeping him close, their bodies pressed together. One large arm wrapped around Jimin, the other hand resting protectively on his swollen belly as the pup moved around inside.
“You feel that, baby?” Jungkook murmured, rubbing slow, soothing circles over the small bump. “That’s our little omega pup…moving for us.”
Jimin smiled sleepily, pressing a hand over Jungkook’s. “I feel them, Alpha…he's restless tonight.”
“Shh…that’s okay,” Jungkook whispered, brushing his thumb over the baby bump. “He's safe, baby…all safe with us.”
He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple, then nuzzling into his neck, breathing in his lemon honey scent, his warmth, the faint milky sweetness of his skin. “You’ve been such a wonderful omega…a wonderful Eomma…so beautiful with our pups,” he murmured, voice low and full of reverence. “I’ll keep you safe, always.”
Jimin’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft, contented sigh escaping him. “Thank you, Koo. Being an Eomma is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I know you'll protect us, Alpha,” he whispered. “I feel it…with you here.”
Jungkook continued to rub gentle circles over the bump, whispering soft praises and tiny encouragements to the baby. “You’re so lucky, little pup…you've got the best Eomma in the world…your Appa’s going to protect you always. Just sleep, little one…we’ve got you.”
Jimin nuzzled closer, curling against him, feeling every bit of Jungkook’s strength and possessiveness, letting it lull him into calm. The warmth, the quiet, and the slow, steady touch of his alpha’s hands over his belly filled him with security.
Eventually, the room grew quiet except for their synchronized breathing. Jungkook’s lips rested on Jimin’s head, one arm still wrapped firmly around him, the other hand resting on the belly, feeling tiny, subtle movements. He stayed that way, sentinel-like, until sleep finally claimed him too, dreams filled with his omega, their pup, and the little family they were building together.
Chapter 35
Summary:
Jimin gives birth to their second pup.
Notes:
This chapter is pure domestic bliss.
Let me know what y'all think about the new pup in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jimin stirred awake in the middle of the night, a dull ache pulling at his lower belly. He groaned softly, trying not to wake Jungkook who was sprawled warm and heavy beside him in the nest. The ache tightened, pulsing, then faded. Jimin bit his lip, carefully sliding out from the blankets. Across the hall, Jaehyun’s little snores could be heard through the monitor, steady and peaceful. Jimin didn’t want to disturb either of them if this was nothing but false labor.
Jimin walked quietly across the hardwood floor, his bare feet barely making a sound. The dim glow from the bathroom lights outlined the edges of their expanded nest...all the rooms now connected seamlessly. He passed Jaehyun’s room on the left, smiling faintly at the peaceful rhythm of his pup’s breathing
Jimin hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should wake Jungkook, but the ache in his belly made him decide otherwise. He needed a moment alone, needed to settle his nerves before it became something more pressing.
He crossed to the right side of the nest, where the newly remodeled nursery waited...a quiet sanctuary for their soon-to-arrive little one. Jungkook had months ago had the room to the right of them remodeled and the wall knocked down. The same as he had done for Jaehyun. The room smelled faintly of lavender and clean linen, calming and welcoming. The walls were painted a deep, velvety purple, like the night sky just after sunset. A mural stretched across the far wall: a black wolf, head tilted to the moon, howling as stars scattered overhead, its reflection rippling gently in a serene lake below. It mirrored Jaehyun’s mural almost perfectly, except for the lake replacing the forest...a subtle reminder that their pups father would always protect them.
Jimin ran a hand over the crib’s smooth edges, feeling the warmth of the polished wood beneath his fingers. Tiny blankets were folded neatly inside, all shades of midnight purple and silver, mirroring the mural on the wall. A rocking chair sat in the corner, and a small stack of books rested on the side table, already waiting for lullabies and bedtime stories.
He traced the outlines of the mural with his eyes, letting the ache in his belly fade slightly as he imagined the pup curled up in this very space someday. Even though it was still early, even though the baby hadn’t yet made their arrival, Jimin felt a protective surge for this little life.
Padding barefoot across the room, he braced one hand against his belly and the other against the wall. He started to walk back and forth slowly, rubbing lazy circles over the swell of his stomach. His breaths came in steady counts...inhale, exhale...just like Jin had taught him. For a while, he managed to ride the waves of discomfort quietly, his face pinched only when the cramps grew sharper.
The rustle of the nest behind him made him look up and over. Jungkook, tousle-haired and bare-chested in nothing but his black briefs, was sitting up, eyes wide and groggy. “Baby? What's wrong?” His voice was still thick with sleep.
Jimin turned with a small smile, though he winced through another contraction. “I’m okay…I think these are just false labor pains. I’m not due for another week.”
Jungkook immediately stood and crossed the room. His warmth wrapped around Jimin from behind, big hands sliding over his belly and rubbing slow, grounding circles. He pressed his face into Jimin’s neck, scenting him, calming him. “You shouldn’t be up by yourself,” he muttered, voice low and protective.
Jimin hummed, leaning back into the strength of him, comforted by the sway of their bodies as they rocked together. For a fleeting moment, it felt manageable...just a quiet night of holding each other close.
Then it happened. A sudden gush of warmth down Jimin’s legs, splattering on the hardwood floor beneath them. Jimin gasped sharply, clutching his belly. His wide eyes snapped up to meet Jungkook’s.
“My water…” Jimin whispered, voice trembling but sure. “I guess I am in labor.”
For a split second, Jungkook froze, panic flaring in his dark eyes. “What...now? Already? Baby, you’re not...”
“Alpha,” Jimin cut him off softly, one hand pressing to Jungkook’s chest. His voice was steady even though his body trembled. “It’s going to be okay.”
Jungkook blinked, then swallowed hard, pulling himself together. In one swift motion, he scooped Jimin into his arms, carrying him into the bathroom. He set him carefully on the closed toilet lid while he rifled through the drawers with quick, shaking hands. He grabbed himself some joggers, T-shirt, and a fresh gown and underwear for...
“Not the underwear,” Jimin panted, gripping his stomach as another contraction rolled through him. His face pinched, a sheen of sweat breaking across his forehead. “The fluid’s still leaking. Just the gown.”
“Okay, baby. Okay.” Jungkook crouched down, slipping the gown over Jimin’s head and smoothing the fabric down his sides with trembling but gentle hands. His chest was heaving.
Jungkook grabbed his gray joggers and pulled them on quickly, tugging a shirt over his head. He leaned down, cupping Jimin’s cheek with his warm palm. “I’ll go wake Jaehyun and take him to Hoseok and Yoongi’s, then come straight back for you. Just stay put, baby...don’t strain yourself.”
Jimin nodded, biting down on his lip as another contraction seized him. “Hurry,” he breathed, sweat dampening his hairline. “The pains are closer.”
Jungkook leaned down, kissing him firmly...trying to ground both of them...before pulling back.
He padded quickly into Jaehyun’s room and knelt by the toddler bed. “Pup,” he whispered, brushing his son’s hair back. “Wake up, baby.”
Jaehyun stirred, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists. “What’s wrong, Appa? I’m sleepy.”
Jungkook kissed his forehead. “Eomma’s going to have your brother tonight. We need to take Eomma to see Jin. You’ll stay with Hoseok and Yoongi, okay?”
The pup blinked blearily. “Can I sleep with them in their nest? I like their scents.”
Jungkook huffed a breath of laughter even through his tension. “I’m sure they won’t mind, pup. Grab your blanket.”
Jaehyun clutched his favorite blanket and clung to Jungkook’s neck as they walked back to the bathroom. Jimin was sitting quietly, breathing heavily, one hand rubbing over his belly. Jungkook bent to kiss him again, quick and desperate.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s for a moment.
Jimin nodded, pale but calm. “Go. We’ll be okay.”
Jaehyun leaned forward to kiss Jimin’s cheek. “Bring my brother home soon, Eomma.”
Jimin’s eyes softened, tears welling. “I will, baby.”
Then Jungkook carried Jaehyun downstairs, moving fast to Yoongi and Hoseok's wing. He knocked sharply at their door until it swung open. Yoongi appeared, long hair tousled, shirtless, looking half feral from being woken abruptly.
“Yoongi...” Jungkook’s voice cracked. “Jimin’s in labor. Can Jaehyun stay with you until it’s over?”
Yoongi’s expression softened instantly. He reached out and scooped Jaehyun into his arms. “Of course.” He kissed the pup’s forehead, carrying him close.
“Uncle Yoongi,” Jaehyun mumbled sleepily, “can I sleep with you and Hoseok in your nest?”
Yoongi chuckled, patting his back. “Pup, I wasn’t planning on putting you anywhere else.”
Jaehyun giggled tiredly, resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Their pup had always loved and adored Yoongi and Hoseok.
Yoongi looked at Jungkook over the pup’s head, voice low but firm. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect him like he’s my own.”
Jungkook nodded once, throat tight.
“Bye, Appa,” Jaehyun murmured, leaning toward him and puckering his lips. “Kiss.”
Jungkook leaned in and kissed him, pressing his forehead against his son’s one last time before pulling away, his chest heavy. Then he turned on his heel and ran back upstairs toward Jimin.
Jungkook’s bare feet pounded against the polished hardwood, each thud echoing through the silent corridor like a war drum. His lungs burned, his heart a violent storm inside his chest, every muscle wound tight with urgency. He could smell it before he even reached the bedroom...the sharp, sweet tang of amniotic fluid laced with Jimin’s distress, the spike of his omega’s scent that sent Jungkook’s instincts snarling to the surface.
“Jimin!” His voice was raw, desperate, as he shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall.
Inside, Jimin was half-sitting on the edge of the bed, hands clutching his swollen belly, his legs trembling as though they could barely support him. A sheen of sweat coated his pale face, and though his lips tried to curve into a small, brave smile, his eyes betrayed the panic underneath.
“Koo,” Jimin whispered, breath hitching as another contraction rippled through him. “I...I called Jin already. He’s waiting downstairs…in the clinic. I didn’t want you to worry.”
Jungkook’s chest seized. He was across the room in two strides, dropping to his knees before his omega. His hands came to Jimin’s face first, cradling it, thumbs stroking his damp cheeks. “You think I wouldn’t worry? You’re in labor, baby. I’ll never stop worrying.” His voice broke on the last word, his throat thick.
Another contraction hit, and Jimin whimpered, folding forward instinctively. Jungkook immediately caught him, one arm wrapping around his back, the other bracing under his knees. “That’s it, breathe through it. I’ve got you.” His scent poured out in thick, steady waves of sandalwood and spice, trying to soothe Jimin’s trembling body.
When the contraction eased, Jungkook didn’t waste another second. He scooped Jimin up as if he weighed nothing, cradling him tight against his chest. “We’re going to Jin. You don’t move a muscle. I’ll do everything.”
Jimin’s arms looped weakly around his neck, his head pressing against Jungkook’s shoulder. “I didn’t…want to scare you,” he whispered, voice fragile.
Jungkook growled low, a sound both feral and tender, pressing his lips to Jimin’s temple. “You could never scare me, baby. You only make me fight harder.” He adjusted his hold, one palm splayed protectively over the side of Jimin’s swollen belly, as though shielding both his mate and their pup at once.
The trek down the hall blurred into a single pounding rhythm of Jungkook’s heart, the creak of the stairs beneath his weight, and the steady stream of reassurances he murmured against Jimin’s skin.
“You’re safe. I’m here. Nothing will happen to you, not while I’m breathing.”
Jimin shivered, clinging tighter to him as another contraction built. His nails dug into Jungkook’s shoulder, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
“Breathe, baby,” Jungkook urged, tightening his hold as he quickened his pace toward the clinic. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. Just like we practiced. I’ll count with you.” He kept his voice steady, commanding, but soft enough to wrap around Jimin like a cocoon.
By the time he burst into the clinic, Jin was already gloved, masked, and waiting, a table prepared and instruments set out. His eyes flicked up and immediately softened at the sight of Jimin clutched against Jungkook’s chest.
“Good...you got him here fast,” Jin said. “Set him on the bed.”
Jungkook obeyed reluctantly, lowering Jimin only when he was sure the bed was ready, and even then his hands lingered, refusing to leave Jimin’s body for more than a second. He brushed damp strands of hair from Jimin’s forehead, kissing him once, fiercely.
“I’m not leaving your side, not even for a heartbeat.”
Jimin gave him a weak, grateful smile, eyes glassy with pain and love. “Good…because I won’t let go either.”
Jimin sank back against the pillows, body trembling, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead. Each contraction ripped through him like fire, and his hands instinctively sought Jungkook’s, fingers locking around the alpha’s in desperate need for grounding.
Jungkook slid onto the bed beside him, crouching low so Jimin wouldn’t have to strain, his massive frame curved protectively around his mate. “I’ve got you, baby. Squeeze me as hard as you need. Don’t hold back,” he murmured, voice low and steady, carrying an unshakable promise.
Jin moved briskly at the foot of the bed, snapping on a fresh pair of gloves. “Deep breath for me, Jimin. I’m going to check dilation.”
Jimin whimpered and nodded shakily, hips trembling as Jin gently examined him. Jungkook’s free hand traced slow circles over Jimin’s swollen belly, every touch deliberate, protective, as though his hands could shield both his mate and their pup from every ounce of pain.
“Seven centimeters,” Jin said, calm but firm. “Things are moving quickly. His water’s already broken, so the contractions will intensify. Keep him focused on you, Jungkook. The more relaxed he is, the faster this will go.”
Jungkook pressed his forehead against Jimin’s temple, inhaling the scent of sweat, fear, and trust all at once. “Hear that, baby? You’re strong. Our pup is coming soon. Just stay with me. I’m right here.”
Another contraction slammed into Jimin, tearing a soft cry from his throat. His back arched violently, nails digging crescent moons into Jungkook’s shoulder. “Koo...it hurts!” he gasped, tears pooling in his lashes.
“I know, angel, I know,” Jungkook cooed, voice low and steady, grounding them both. “Breathe through it…in…good…out. That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” His lips brushed Jimin’s damp hairline, scent mingling...sandalwood, and spices...wrapping around Jimin like a cocoon of safety.
The contraction ebbed, and Jimin slumped against Jungkook, trembling. “I...I can’t…what if I can’t do it?”
Jungkook growled softly, lifting Jimin’s chin so he had no choice but to meet his fierce gaze. “Don’t ever say that. You can, and you will. You’re mine, Jimin. The strongest omega I’ve ever known. You’re bringing our pup into this world, and I’m not leaving your side for a second.”
Jimin’s lips quivered, clinging tighter. “Stay close…”
“I’ll never leave,” Jungkook promised, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as another contraction began to build. “Scream if you need to. Bite me if it helps. Don’t hold anything back, baby. Just let it all out.”
Hours blurred into a rhythm: contractions, encouragement, sweat, whispered reassurances. Jungkook’s hands never left Jimin, rubbing, holding, guiding, pressing kisses to his temple, cheeks, hair. Jin’s calm voice punctuated the storm: “Nine centimeters…almost there…time to push.”
Jimin’s back arched, face pressed to Jungkook’s throat, scent glands throbbing with primal intensity. Every push drew a guttural cry, raw, broken, beautiful in its own way.
“That’s it, baby...push for me,” Jungkook urged, voice hoarse and taut with emotion. “You’re almost there. Our pup’s right there. You’re doing it. You’re so strong for me.”
Jimin shook his head against him. “It’s too much...”
“No. Look at me,” Jungkook commanded, tilting his mate’s face to his own, eyes blazing with fire and devotion. “You’re not alone. You’re safe. You’re mine. And our pup is waiting to meet you. One more push, Jimin…one more. Do it for me.”
Something in Jungkook’s voice...the promise, the steel, the need...ignited Jimin. With a guttural cry, he bore down, anchoring himself to Jungkook’s arms, letting every ounce of strength and will pour into the final push.
And then, the piercing cry of their newborn cut through the night, a sound that made every nerve in their bodies hum.
Jimin collapsed, sobbing, into Jungkook’s chest, while the alpha’s whole body trembled with relief. Tears spilled down Jungkook’s face as he pressed repeated kisses to Jimin’s hair, cheeks, and lips.
Jin moved swiftly, lifting the tiny, squirming bundle and gently placing the newborn onto the scale. “Five pounds,” he announced, eyes soft with warmth. “Your tiny omega prince.”
Jungkook’s chest puffed out instantly with pride. “Five pounds of perfection…all ours,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.
Jin carefully swaddled the pup in a soft blanket, then handed the bundle to Jimin, who cradled the tiny body against his chest, overwhelmed with love and awe. “He’s so small…so perfect,” Jimin murmured, tears streaming.
Jungkook leaned over, pressing his forehead against Jimin’s temple, one hand on Jimin’s back and the other brushing slow circles over his belly. “Look at him, baby…he looks just like you. Chubby cheeks, and pouty lips. And he smells like peaches,” Jungkook murmured, eyes softening, a grin tugging at his lips. “Peaches,” he said again, voice tender, deciding in that moment that the tiny omega pup had earned a nickname.
Jimin laughed endearingly, a sound that made Jungkook’s heart swell. “Peaches…he’s adorable, but our pup needs a real name, though. What should we name him?”
Jungkook paused, gaze fixed on the tiny bundle in Jimin’s arms. He studied the soft features, the little tuft of black hair, the tiny hands curling around Jimin’s fingers. “What about…Jaeha?” he said softly, a spark of pride in his voice. “It goes well with Jaehyun.”
Jimin’s eyes softened, and he smiled down at the baby, his hand lightly stroking the tiny head. “Jaeha…you’re perfect,” he whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the top of their pup’s head.
Jungkook pressed his nose against Jimin’s temple, wrapping both Jimin and their little Jaeha close. “Our family…mine, all mine,” he murmured, protective and tender, as if saying the words could shield them from anything.
Jimin nestled closer, laughing softly again. “Forever…Alpha. Jaehyun…and our little Jaeha,” he murmured, letting the warmth of the moment wrap around all three of them.
The alpha wrapped his arms fully around Jimin and their pup, holding them close, murmuring softly, “Our family is complete now…nothing will ever touch what’s mine. You, me, Jaehyun...Jaeha. Forever.”
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The clinic room was quiet, bathed in soft morning light. Jungkook sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, Jaeha nestled against his bare chest. The warmth of his skin and the gentle rise and fall of his heartbeat were meant to help the tiny omega pup acclimate to his scent, the alpha murmuring softly as he rubbed gentle circles along Jaeha’s back.
“You’re mine…all mine, little peach,” Jungkook whispered, pressing his nose lightly to the baby’s temple, inhaling the sweet, soft scent. “I’ll protect you forever.”
Jimin leaned back against the pillows, exhaustion and awe mingling on his face as he watched. “He’s so calm with you,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly over Jaeha’s tiny hand. The warmth of his touch made the baby stir slightly, nuzzling against Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked to Jimin, dark and soft at once. “He already knows me, baby. Just a little longer, and he’ll know exactly who keeps him safe.”
Jimin smiled, a small, tired curve of lips. After a moment, he tilted slightly toward Jungkook. “I want to bring Jaehyun to see his brother,” he said softly.
Jungkook nodded, lifting Jaeha carefully from his chest and passing him to Jimin. “I’ll go get him,” he said, voice warm and protective. He walked over to grab his shirt, slipping it on quickly.
Jimin cradled their tiny pup close, pressing a gentle kiss to his soft head. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered. Jaeha stirred, letting out a tiny yawn, stretching his delicate little fingers, and Jimin laughed softly.
Jungkook first stopped by their nest to grab a pair of slippers, sliding them on quickly before heading downstairs. Every step was purposeful, the quiet thudding of his feet echoing through the hall as his excitement and urgency carried him forward.
He reached Jaehyun’s door and knocked gently. Hoseok opened it, smiling warmly. “How are Jimin and the pup doing?”
“They’re beautiful,” Jungkook replied, lips curling in a soft smile. “Doing great. We named him Jaeha.”
Just then, Jaehyun came racing out after hearing his Appa’s voice. “Appa! Is my brother born yet?” he squealed.
Jungkook scooped him up, pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks, scenting him lightly. “Yes, he is, pup. And he’s so tiny. Do you want to go see him and Eomma?”
“Let’s go, Appa!” Jaehyun shouted, bouncing in Jungkook’s arms.
Hoseok chuckled softly. “We’ll come by later to see Jimin and the pup once he’s settled in his nest.”
“Thanks, Hoseok,” Jungkook said, smiling as he carried Jaehyun toward the clinic.
They walked briskly, Jaehyun chattering excitedly the entire way. Once at the door, Jungkook held him by the little shoulders. “Are you ready to be a big brother, pup?”
Jaehyun bounced up and down. “I’m ready!”
Jungkook laughed softly and gently opened the door.
Inside, Jimin looked radiant despite the exhaustion, still cradling Jaeha. Jaehyun froze for a moment, eyes wide, taking in the tiny pup before letting tears spill over. “Eomma…the pup!” he whispered, walking closer.
Jungkook held out his hands. “Here, baby,” he rumbled. “Let me help you.”
Jaehyun held his arms up eagerly, and Jungkook lifted him gently so he could crawl closer to Jaeha. Jimin extended the tiny omega, holding him out so his firstborn could see. "His name is, Jaeha."
"Almost like my name, Eomma!" He squealed in excitement.
Jimin smiled and hummed as Jaehyun leaned down carefully, sniffing at Jaeha’s soft head. A tiny, untrained rumble escaped him. Pulling back, his eyes wide and shining, he whispered, “He smells like peaches…sweet like your honey scent, Eomma. I smell like Appa don't I?”
Jimin smiled at him and whispered back, "You do, baby. You smell similar to Appa's dark spices and milk. You and Appa are alpha's. Me and baby peach here are omega's... and we tend to smell sweet or floral."
Jaehyun looked back down at the pup like he was the best thing in the world and whispered again, "I love him already."
Jimin and Jungkook laughed softly through tears, warmth filling the room. Jimin reached out to tuck a stray curl behind Jaehyun’s ear. “Do you want to hold your brother, pup?” he asked gently.
Jaehyun nodded eagerly. “I will, Eomma! I’ll protect him!”
Jimin’s voice softened, careful and sweet. “Okay, but we have to be very gentle. He’s super tiny, remember?”
Jaehyun’s eyes shone with awe. “I understand, Eomma. He’s mine to protect now.”
Jungkook rumbled in approval, pride swelling in his chest. He adjusted Jaehyun so he could sit beside Jimin, propped comfortably against the pillows. Then, picking up Jaeha, he instructed, “Hold out your arms, pup.”
Jaehyun obeyed, and Jungkook carefully placed the tiny omega into his firstborn’s arms. Jaehyun’s small hands trembled slightly as he hugged Jaeha close, whispering again, “He’s so soft. I love him so much.”
Jimin and Jungkook shared a glance, smiling softly at their sweet pup. Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s hair, then to Jimin’s temple, and wrapped his arms around both of their pups. The room was filled with a quiet, perfect warmth.
Jaehyun held Jaeha carefully, cradling him close to his chest, his small hands trembling slightly as he leaned down to press gentle kisses to the tiny head. For a long moment, the room was quiet except for the soft, contented squeaks of the newborn.
Then, Jaeha let out a little squeak, followed by a wiggle. Jaehyun’s eyes went wide, sparkling with wonder. “Eomma…what does he want?” he whispered, looking up at Jimin with concern and curiosity.
Jimin reached over, brushing a soft hand over Jaehyun’s hair. “He’s hungry, baby. He wants milk,” he said gently, smiling down at both his boys.
Jungkook rumbled softly from behind, resting a hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder. “Let Eomma feed him first, pup. Then you can hold him again, okay?”
Jaehyun nodded solemnly. “Okay…eat well, pup. You’re so tiny,” he whispered back, pressing another gentle kiss to Jaeha’s soft head.
Jimin laughed softly, a tired but happy sound. “Alright, baby. Time to eat,” he said, shifting slightly as Jungkook lifted Jaeha from Jaehyun’s arms and handed him over.
Sliding his gown down just enough, Jimin positioned Jaeha carefully, letting the tiny mouth latch on. The newborn nuzzled hungrily, and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide again in awe. “Wow...he’s…he’s eating!” he breathed.
Jungkook’s hand rested on Jimin’s back as he watched, his chest swelling with pride. “See? That’s how he gets all his strength,” he murmured, voice soft and protective.
Jaehyun tilted his head, curiosity overflowing. “Did…did I drink Eomma’s milk when I was a baby?” he asked innocently, looking between his parents.
Jimin chuckled, glancing down at the tiny pup at his chest. “Yes, baby. That’s how all babies get the nutrition they need when they’re this small...some bottle-feed too. ”
Jungkook laughed low, the sound warm and gentle. “Of course you did, pup. It’s how you got strong and smart...and it’s how your little brother will grow up, too.”
Jaehyun nodded, absorbing every word, eyes wide with amazement. “I want to help him grow strong too,” he murmured, resting his little hand lightly on Jaeha’s back as the newborn continued to feed.
Jimin smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Jaehyun’s forehead. “You already are helping, baby. Just being gentle, being here…that’s more than enough.”
Jungkook leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s head. “You’re a big brother now, pup. You get to protect him, love him, and watch him grow. And I promise, we’ll all do it together.”
Jaehyun beamed, his eyes shining as he glanced back at Jaeha. “I'm gonna be the best brother in the world,” he promised to Jaeha.
Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance, laughing softly through tears as they felt the warmth of family wrap around them. The room was quiet again, but this time it was the peaceful hum of new life, protection, and endless love.
Chapter 36
Summary:
Jimin's weekly routine with the pup's catches Alexei's eyes.
Notes:
The plot thickens.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.
Chapter Text
After three long days in the clinic following Jimin’s birth, Jin finally gave Jungkook the nod. “He’s stable. You’re cleared to take Jimin home,” Jin said, a small smile tugging at his lips, eyes warm and proud. Jungkook’s chest tightened with relief, and he gave a firm nod of thanks, feeling the weight of responsibility lift just a little.
He gathered his little family carefully. Jaeha was snug in his carrier against his chest, tiny fingers curling around the edge of his soft blanket, occasionally pawing at his face with his delicate, pink-tipped hands. Jimin’s hand slid into his right, soft and still a little weak, but the pressure of his grip was reassuring. Jaehyun, bouncing on his toes with barely contained excitement, grabbed Jimin’s left hand, eyes bright and full of energy.
The little group started up the stairs to their nest. Each step was slow, careful...Jimin still wobbly from the birth, Jungkook steadying him with a possessive hand on his back. Jaehyun, full of energy and curiosity, darted back and forth between his parents, inspecting the railings, the carpets, and every small detail as if he were making sure the entire home was safe. Eventually, he paused mid-step and let out a soft whine, tilting his head up at Jungkook with furrowed brows.
“Appa…how do you do it?” the little alpha asked, voice tinged with awe and puzzlement.
Jungkook tilted his head, a small amused smile tugging at his lips. “Do what, pup?”
“I…I want to help protect Eomma,” Jaehyun said, glancing at Jimin with a protective gleam in his eyes, “but at the same time I wanna protect Jaeha too.”
Jungkook chuckled warmly, ruffling the boy’s hair. “It’s because you have a big heart, pup. You care about everyone you love...and that’s exactly why you’re going to be such a strong, protective alpha one day.” His tone deepened, steady and sure, carrying that quiet weight Jaehyun always listened to. “You leave that job to Appa for now though, okay? Right now, your job is to be big brother. Then when you’re older, you can help me protect them both.”
Jaehyun studied his father for a long moment, as if weighing the responsibility on his small shoulders. Then he nodded firmly, determination flickering in his young eyes. “Okay. I’ll help you when I’m older, Appa.”
Jungkook’s heart swelled, pride burning in his chest. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead, inhaling his pup’s soft alpha scent. My boy…already learning what it means to lead, to love.
Beside them, Jimin blinked rapidly, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He tucked Jaehyun closer to his side, unable to hide the tremble of his smile. “You already help, baby,” he whispered, voice soft but thick with emotion. “Eomma feels so safe when you’re near.”
Jaehyun beamed at that, puffing his chest out just slightly, and Jungkook caught the look on Jimin’s face...the mixture of pride, love, and something more fragile, more vulnerable. His omega was seeing their pup grow into himself, and Jungkook knew Jimin felt both full and achy at once.
Jimin’s lips curved into a soft smile, the exhaustion of the past days momentarily forgotten. “Jaehyun, I really could use some help climbing these stairs. Can you help hold my hand so I won’t fall?”
Jaehyun’s chest puffed out, determination shining through. “I got you, Eomma…I won’t let you fall.” He dashed back, careful not to trip over his own feet, and took Jimin’s left hand with a firm, steady grip. Together, they started up the stairs. Each step became a tiny adventure, Jimin leaning on the little alpha with playful exaggeration, pretending to wobble dangerously, eliciting a flustered blush from him.
“Wow…you’ve been such a huge help, Jaehyun. My very own protector,” Jimin teased softly, squeezing his hand gently. Jaehyun’s ears went pink, and he puffed his chest out even more, proud and determined, his little legs marching with newfound confidence.
Jungkook’s chest swelled as he watched the scene unfold. His little family...fragile yet fierce, small yet strong...was already protective, loving, and resilient. Seeing Jaehyun wanting to protect both his Eomma and brother filled him with a deep, unshakable joy, and he felt pride radiate from his chest like heat.
By the time they reached the nest, Jimin was steady, a satisfied smile on his face. Jaeha squeaked happily in Jungkook’s arms, burrowing deeper into his chest. Jaehyun beamed like the hero he imagined himself to be, chest still puffed with pride, but glancing at his parents for reassurance.
Jungkook squeezed his mate’s hand gently and whispered, his voice low and possessive, “We’re home. All of us. Safe. Together.”
Jimin leaned into him, eyes soft, exhausted but content. Jaehyun wiggled next to them, nudging his head into Jungkook’s side, wrapping his tiny arms around Jungkook's leg, the soft action made the alpha’s heart ache with love.
Jungkook carefully lifted Jaeha from the carrier, cradling his tiny newborn son against his chest. The baby’s warmth pressed against him, fragile and soft, his tiny body fitting perfectly into the alpha’s strong arms. As soon as he was in Jungkook’s hold, Jaeha instinctively scrunched up...tiny fists curling to his cheeks, legs tucking in tightly, shoulders hunching, and his little face pulling into that perfect newborn expression, complete with faint, high-pitched grunts as he wriggled slightly, adjusting to the comforting pressure of Jungkook’s chest.
“Oh! Look at that little scrunch!” Jimin cooed, leaning closer, his tired eyes lighting up. He brushed a finger gently across Jaeha’s scrunched-up cheek, marveling at how delicate and perfect every little feature was. “He’s so perfect,” Jimin whispered, voice full of awe and soft love, the exhaustion of the past days melting away in this moment.
Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled as he bounced on his toes, a grin spreading across his face. “He’s so cute, Eomma! Look at him!” His tiny hands reached out, hovering near Jaeha with an almost reverent excitement.
Jungkook chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of Jaeha’s head, feeling the soft tufts of hair against his lips. “That’s our little baby peach,” he murmured, his voice low and full of pride. “Fierce even in his scrunch.” He gently swayed from side to side, holding his newborn son close, rocking him in a slow, soothing rhythm. The baby let out another tiny grunt, his face wrinkling in that unmistakable newborn way, and Jungkook felt his chest swell with a deep, protective love.
Jimin leaned in, careful not to disturb the delicate hold Jungkook had, his fingers brushing over Jaeha’s tiny arms. “Our little gift,” he whispered softly, eyes glimmering with both fatigue and affection. The baby cooed in response, tiny arms stretching slightly as if reaching toward the warmth surrounding him.
Jaehyun stepped closer, tentative but determined, resting his little fingers lightly on Jaeha’s tiny hand. “I can't wait for you to get bigger, Jaeha,” he said solemnly, his little alpha energy radiating. “I'll play with you all the time and share my toys.” He whispered excitedly.
The three of them...Jungkook, Jimin, and Jaehyun...watched their tiny bundle of joy, voices filled with soft coos and murmurs, hearts brimming with love. Jaeha’s gentle grunts and tiny wriggles only made the moment more alive, every movement a reminder of the fragile miracle they had fought to bring safely into the world.
Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, inhaling his scent, feeling the warmth of his mate’s hand in his. “You did it, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, grounding them all.
Jimin leaned against him, squeezing his hand tightly, a contented sigh escaping as he watched Jaehyun giggle and coo at Jaeha. “Yeah…couldn't have done it without you by my side,” he murmured, the relief in his voice palpable, exhaustion mixing with the soft flutter of joy in his chest.
The nest was alive with quiet warmth: the soft coos of the newborn, the tiny scrunches, the grunts of a baby discovering comfort in his parents’ arms, and the tender laughter of Jaehyun marveling at his little brother. It was a perfect symphony of family...the kind of intimate, chaotic, loving energy that made everything outside the nest fade away. Here, in this room, they were unbreakable. Together. Safe. Loved.
Jungkook tightened his hold around both Jimin and Jaeha, feeling the gentle weight of family settling around him like armor. “This is us,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “All of us, together. Always.”
Jimin let out a soft, exhausted laugh, burying his face in Jungkook’s chest. Jaehyun snuggled closer, still holding his brother’s hand, and Jaeha let out another tiny scrunch, his tiny fists curling once again. Jungkook closed his eyes, taking it all in...the perfect chaos of his family, the love that bound them, and the fierce, protective hearts that would never let anyone harm them.
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Later that night, Jimin’s fingers intertwined with Jungkook’s as they lay side by side in their nest, eyes fixed on their two little bundles of joy. Jaehyun and Jaeha were curled up in the nest between them, sleeping soundly, tiny breaths rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. The soft glow of the nightlight painted their faces in warm, gentle hues.
“Look at our pups, alpha,” Jimin whispered, voice soft, filled with awe. “Don’t we make the most beautiful pups?”
Jungkook rumbled low in his chest, nuzzling Jimin’s temple gently. “We do. Our pups are beautiful,” he said, voice rough with affection, “because their Eomma made them beautiful.”
Jimin’s cheeks warmed with a blush, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. He nudged Jungkook lightly with his shoulder. “No…I had help making them beautiful,” he murmured, voice teasing, fingers brushing over Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook’s eyes softened, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Is that so?” he rumbled, shifting slightly so he could nuzzle the side of Jimin’s neck. “I suppose I did a little work on that, didn’t I?”
Jimin giggled softly, letting his hand linger over Jungkook’s. “Just a little,” he whispered, leaning his head against Jungkook’s shoulder. “But really…look at them. Jaehyun with his little alpha confidence, and Jaeha so soft and delicate. We made them perfectly…together. They came from the love we make together.”
Jungkook rumbled low in his chest, a sound thick with pride and emotion. The words hit him straight in the heart, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to Jimin’s in a slow, lingering kiss. It wasn’t urgent or heated...just soft, deep, and full of love, a kiss that spoke of devotion, gratitude, and the bond they shared.
Jimin let out a small, shivering sigh against him, his hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair. “K-Kook…” he whispered, pressing closer, heart fluttering at the warmth and safety radiating from his mate.
Jungkook growled softly, nipping at Jimin’s lower lip, then pulling him flush against his chest. His free hand trailed down, brushing over Jimin’s side, feeling the soft, still-recovering curves of his mate’s body. “You…you’re perfect, Jimin,” he murmured against Jimin’s mouth, voice rough, filled with hunger. “Perfect…because you gave me all of this…our family.
Jungkook’s gaze swept over their pups, pride radiating from every feature in his expression. He brushed a strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead, pressing a soft kiss there. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Perfectly together. We did an incredible job, baby.”
Jimin smiled, squeezing Jungkook’s hand gently. “We did,” he whispered, voice barely audible over the soft breaths of their sleeping pups. “And I am so thankful for them.”
Jungkook shifted slightly, wrapping an arm around Jimin and pulling him closer, letting his warmth envelop both him and their sleeping children. “Rest, baby,” he said softly, lips brushing Jimin’s hair. “I'll put them both in their beds in a minute.”
Jimin pressed a contented kiss to Jungkook’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his lips. “I know,” he murmured as his eyes fluttered shut, letting the exhaustion of the day settle over him, comforted by the presence of his mate and their little family.
Jungkook stayed like that for a long while, just watching their pups, breathing in the quiet intimacy of the night. The nest smelled heavily of their combined scents...a heady, safe mix that made Jungkook's chest ache with love.
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TWO MONTHS LATER
Jimin hummed softly as he guided his Lexus LX into the garage, the engine purring a steady, comforting rhythm. Behind him, the bodyguards followed, parking their vehicles with silent precision, eyes flicking briefly to make sure the path was clear. It had been a smooth drive back from their weekend library trip, but Jaehyun’s chatter had filled the car from the moment they left town. The little alpha had bounced with excitement the entire way, jabbering about dragons, knights, and new stories he wanted to read. Meanwhile, two-month-old Jaeha had dozed quietly in his infant carrier, tiny hands curled into fists, his soft breaths visible against the blanket tucked around him.
Sliding the car into place, Jimin killed the engine and stretched, feeling the weight of his day pressing gently on his shoulders. He opened the back door and carefully unbuckled Jaehyun from his car seat, letting the little alpha step down. “Alright, little man, let’s get you out,” he said with a soft smile, fingers brushing the boy’s hair.
At that moment, Jungkook appeared through the side door connecting the garage to the kitchen. The sight of him made Jimin’s chest tighten, a familiar warmth spreading through him.
He was dressed in a fitted black dress shirt, the top two buttons undone to reveal the sharp line of his collarbones and a hint of ink curling along his skin. Over it, he wore a tailored charcoal vest that cinched perfectly at his small waist, emphasizing his broad shoulders. Black slacks tapered down to polished leather shoes that clicked softly against the cement floor with each step, his presence commanding without a word. A gold watch gleamed faintly on his wrist, catching the morning light, subtle but unmistakably expensive. The silver chain of his pocket knife peeked from his vest pocket, a reminder of the man beneath the polish...the predator.
His gaze immediately found Jimin, eyes dark and smoldering, and before Jimin could respond, Jungkook leaned down, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to his lips. “I missed you,” he murmured, the growl in his voice low but full of longing. His hands trailed down, gripping Jimin’s ass possessively, the roughness of the gesture clashing perfectly with the elegance of his attire.
Jimin laughed, a light, breathy sound, brushing his hands over Jungkook’s chest. “Help me get your pups out of the car first,” he teased, nudging him gently.
Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk, though his dark eyes never lost that edge of hunger. “My pups, hmm? They’re ours,” he corrected softly, voice rumbling like velvet thunder. Still, he pressed another quick kiss to Jimin’s lips before finally straightening, his hand reluctantly slipping from his omega’s body as he moved around to the other side. He unbuckled Jaeha from his car seat, cradling the tiny newborn immediately.
The moment Jaeha was in Jungkook’s arms, he instinctively scrunched up...fists curling to his cheeks, legs tucking in, shoulders hunching, his little face contorting into that perfect newborn expression. Tiny, content grunts slipped past his lips as he wriggled slightly, adjusting to the warmth of his father’s chest. Jungkook’s heart swelled, a low chuckle escaping as he whispered, “Hey, my little baby peach…” pressing him snugly against himself.
Jaeha relaxed slightly against Jungkook, the warmth and rhythmic heartbeat of his alpha settling him. Jungkook brushed a soft kiss over the crown of his son’s head, marveling at the tiny tuft of hair. That’s when he noticed the outfit...the tan overalls with a brown wolf stitched across the chest, layered over a soft brown sweater. A matching beanie topped his head, complete with adorable wolf ears, and his chubby little feet were encased in matching tan socks. Jungkook’s lips curved into a grin. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” he murmured, rocking gently, feeling the tiny weight against his chest.
Jimin watched quietly, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he reached out to lightly brush his fingers across Jaeha’s arm. “He looks like a little wolf cub… just like his big brother,” he said, glancing at Jaehyun, who was already bouncing with excitement, his little fists gripping the edge of his books as he hopped in place.
Jungkook’s eyes softened, warmth flooding his chest. “Yeah…and just as fierce as his alpha brother too,” he murmured, holding Jaeha a little closer, his thumb brushing gently over the newborn’s tiny hand. The faint scrunches and soft grunts of the baby filled the garage, the sounds weaving into the quiet laughter of the family...a melody of homecoming.
Jimin stepped closer, holding Jaehyun’s hand firmly as he helped guide the little alpha cross the garage. “Ready to get inside, buddy?” he asked, smiling at the boy’s eager nod.
The four of them moved together toward the house, Jaeha still cradled safely in Jungkook’s arms, Jimin supporting Jaehyun on his other side. Their footsteps echoed softly in the garage, a rhythmic accompaniment to the quiet coos, little giggles, and soft murmurs that filled the air.
As they walked into the massive kitchen, Jaehyun tugged lightly at Jimin’s sleeve, his little brows furrowed. “Eomma…I’m hungry,” he whined softly, looking up at his mother with wide, trusting eyes.
Jimin smiled, kneeling slightly so he was at Jaehyun’s level. “Alright, baby, I’ll fix you something for lunch. What do you want to eat?”
“I want…a grilled cheese!” Jaehyun exclaimed, bouncing up and down.
Jimin laughed, ruffling his pups hair. “Okay, a grilled cheese it is. You’ve got good taste, baby.”
From across the kitchen, Jungkook leaned casually against the counter, arms holding Jaeha against his chest, watching the scene unfold. His chest tightened slightly, warmth pooling in his stomach as he watched Jimin move effortlessly around the kitchen, soft hands and gentle gestures so full of care for their pup. Even just watching Jimin feed their child made his insides twist with desire and pride.
“You guys have any trouble while you were out?” Jungkook asked quietly, his voice soft, almost hesitant.
Jimin shook his head with a small chuckle, glancing over his shoulder at his alpha. “No, baby…trust me, you’d know if there was,” he teased lightly, a grin spreading across his face.
Jimin moved to the sink, washing his hands thoroughly before gathering the ingredients. Jaehyun climbed up into his booster seat at the big kitchen table, swinging his legs slightly as he watched eagerly. “Can I help, Eomma?” he asked innocently, eyes sparkling.
“Not yet, little man. Let me get this ready first, okay?” Jimin replied, giving him a playful wink.
Jimin walked up to Jungkook, his soft steps almost silent against the polished floor. He kissed Jaeha's little head that was resting gently against Jungkook's chest, then rose up on his tiptoes, slipping one hand behind Jungkook’s neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. His voice was a quiet murmur, sweet and full of care. “Are you hungry? I can make you something.”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened instantly, his hand sliding to Jimin’s hip as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He leaned down, catching Jimin’s bottom lip between his teeth in a playful nip that still carried the weight of his possessiveness. “No, baby,” he drawled, his voice rough with affection, “I had lunch in my office.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a small smile at the way his alpha couldn’t help but claim him, even in something so simple. He hummed, brushing another feather-light kiss against Jungkook’s mouth before pulling back. “Mm. Fine. But don’t think that means you’re off the hook. I’m still feeding you dinner,” he teased softly, swatting his chest before slipping from his arms.
Jungkook’s gaze followed him like a shadow, dark eyes fixed on the sway of his omega’s body as Jimin padded toward the cabinets.
Jimin, oblivious...or perhaps deliberately ignoring the weight of that gaze...reached up into the cupboard, his shirt riding just slightly, exposing a sliver of soft skin. Jungkook’s growl returned, lower this time, almost like a warning to himself.
“You’re going to kill me one of these days, baby,” he muttered under his breath, though his lips curved into a smirk as his eyes never left him.
Jimin glanced back at him over his shoulder, eyes sparkling. “Then I’ll make sure you go out well-fed,” he said playfully, turning back to the stove.
The smell of butter melting in the pan and bread crisping filled the kitchen. Jungkook watched Jimin with quiet admiration as he flipped the golden slices of bread, eyes focused, lips pursed slightly, utterly absorbed in the simple task of feeding their pup.
Once the grilled cheese was done, Jimin carried the plate carefully to the table, setting it down in front of Jaehyun. He used a small, sharp knife to slice the sandwich into perfect, bite-sized pieces. “Here you go, my little alpha,” he said, sliding the plate closer.
Jaehyun clapped his hands excitedly. “Yay! Thank you, Eomma!”
Jimin smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from the boy’s forehead. “What do you want to drink? Milk?”
“Milk!” Jaehyun confirmed enthusiastically.
Jimin poured the milk into a small sippy cup, placing it within easy reach. Jaehyun took a careful sip and then immediately dove into his sandwich, chewing with determination and little happy hums escaping him.
Jungkook leaned forward slightly, voice low and filled with awe. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Jimin glanced up at him, a soft blush warming his cheeks. “What do you mean?”
“Watching you with him…feeding him, caring for him…seeing how gentle and loving you are with our pups...just being an eomma” Jungkook murmured, his eyes dark with desire and pride. “It makes me…want to protect you three even more. Makes me fall for you all over again.”
Jimin’s heart swelled at the words, and he gave Jungkook a small, teasing smile. “You don’t have to say it out loud for me to know.”
But Jungkook just smirked, eyes lingering on his mate as he continued watching Jimin’s hands move deftly over the plate, sliding a piece into Jaehyun’s mouth with perfect precision. “I like saying it,” he said simply.
Jungkook adjusted Jaeha gently in his arms, cradling the newborn against his chest. The little pup instinctively scrunched, fists curling to his cheeks, legs tucking up, shoulders hunching, and tiny grunts escaping as he wriggled slightly. Jungkook’s chest softened, heart swelling at the perfect vulnerability in his son. He pressed a feather-light kiss to Jaeha’s forehead, inhaling the faint, milky peach scent of their newborn.
Turning his gaze to Jimin, Jungkook let his large hand rest on his mate’s shoulders, feeling the soft warmth beneath his fingertips. “I just wanted to let you know,” he murmured, voice low and steady, “I’ll be working late tonight. Meeting with the inner circle.”
Jimin’s brows furrowed, lips forming a pout that always had Jungkook’s alpha instincts flaring protectively. “But…who will keep me warm?” His voice was soft, teasing, a little pitiful...and completely irresistible.
A deep, vibrating growl escaped Jungkook’s chest, his desire and affection intertwining as he bent down and captured Jimin’s plump lips in a lingering, tender kiss. His thumb brushed gently over Jimin’s cheekbones, tracing the soft curves of his face. “You’re driving my alpha crazy today, baby,” he murmured, pressing closer, letting Jimin feel the full weight of his devotion in that touch.
Jimin let out a soft sigh, leaning into the kiss, eyelids fluttering as he buried his face slightly against Jungkook’s chest. “I'll…I'll miss you,” he whispered, muffled but full of raw emotion.
“I know,” Jungkook replied, tilting his head to deepen the kiss just fractionally, savoring the warmth, the softness, the intimacy of their connection. “I'll miss you too…all of you. You, Jaehyun, and this little peach.” He nodded toward Jaeha, who reached out a tiny fist, grasping at Jungkook’s shirt as if wanting to join the embrace, letting out a soft squeak.
Jimin chuckled softly, a mixture of amusement and fondness, eyes still half-closed. “You’re cruel…leaving me here alone.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a tender, almost mischievous smile as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss along Jimin’s jaw, nuzzling into the side of his neck. “And yet, I can’t stay away from you long,” he murmured, his voice rumbling low with protectiveness. “Stay warm for me, baby. I’ll be back before you even realize I'm gone.”
Jimin leaned further into him, pressing his cheek to Jungkook’s chest, letting the steady rise and fall of his alpha’s heartbeat soothe him. The soft chewing and slurps from Jaehyun, and the soft grunts and little scrunches from Jaeha filled the kitchen, a reminder of the fragile, beautiful lives they had created together.
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The heavy oak doors of Jungkook’s office shut with a quiet thud, sealing the inner circle inside. The faint scent of leather, smoke, and whiskey clung to the air, heavy with the undercurrent of unease. Papers, files, and scattered reports lay across the long table, their corners curling from overuse. The weight of unspoken thoughts sat heavier than the glasses of amber liquor resting in front of them.
At the head of the table, Jungkook leaned back in his leather chair. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but the set of his jaw and the sharp flicker in his dark eyes betrayed his simmering tension. He let his gaze sweep over the men seated before him...his most trusted, his pack, his family.
Hoseok sat to his right, hands folded neatly, though his restless energy bled through in the way his fingers tapped against his knee under the table. Yoongi, beside him, looked the picture of calm, body loose in his chair, but Jungkook didn’t miss the faint tick in his jaw or the way his thumb tapped once against the armrest...an old tell that he was calculating something unpleasant.
Namjoon leaned forward, broad shoulders hunched over the papers he’d spread before him, his sharp eyes scanning notes even as he listened. Taehyung lingered half in shadow against the wall, arms crossed, his presence steady and watchful, the kind of stillness that carried weight.
Jungkook broke the silence first. His fingers drummed once against the polished surface of the table before stilling. “Another two months,” he said, his voice low, laced with mistrust. “Another two months since Alexei should’ve retaliated. And yet…not a single strike. No pressure on the businesses. No movement on the streets. Nothing.” His gaze darkened. “Too quiet.”
Hoseok’s brows furrowed, his lips tightening as he glanced toward the files. “It’s not his style to retreat without cause. If Alexei hasn’t made noise, it means he’s preparing something bigger. He wouldn't sit idle. He's waiting to crush with precision.”
Yoongi’s eyes flicked toward Hoseok briefly before cutting back to Jungkook. His voice was calm, but it carried weight. “Agreed. He’s not licking his wounds. He’s sharpening the knife before he comes back.”
The tension in the room sharpened, like a wire pulled taut.
Jungkook’s gaze shifted to Taehyung. His voice cut like steel. “You still have eyes on Volkov’s mansion?”
Taehyung pushed off the wall, his boots thudding softly against the floor as he came closer. His voice was steady, gravelly. “Yes, Boss. Constant surveillance. Guards rotate shifts like clockwork. No unusual shipments. No visitors beyond his regulars. Everything’s quiet.”
“Quiet,” Jungkook echoed, and the word tasted like poison on his tongue. His fingers flexed against the armrest of his chair, the leather creaking beneath his grip. His temper burned low, restrained but seething. “That’s what unsettles me. He’s not a man who tolerates loss. He should’ve struck back by now.”
Namjoon finally raised his head, pushing a paper aside as his voice cut through the silence, even but firm. “Then maybe he’s not aiming for the businesses. Maybe he’s waiting. Watching. For the right opening. Someone close to us. Something personal.”
The words hit the table with the weight of inevitability.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, a muscle twitching near his temple. For a brief second, his thoughts flickered away from the room...away from the oak walls and whiskey-stained air...toward the nest upstairs. Toward Jimin’s soft eyes. The tiny weight of Jaeha in his arms. The warm laugh of Jaehyun echoing through their home. His most vulnerable points.
And Alexei would know it.
“Keep watching,” Jungkook ordered, his gaze locking with Taehyung’s like a blade sharpening on steel. “I don’t care if it’s days or months. You don’t take your eyes off that mansion until Volkov makes his move. I want to know the moment he breathes wrong.”
Taehyung inclined his head, his stance firm, loyal. “Understood, Boss.”
Silence reclaimed the room, thicker now, heavier. The only sound came from the faint clink of ice shifting in Namjoon’s glass as he finally leaned back, the weight of his words still lingering in the air.
But even then, each man knew it: the quiet wasn’t safety. The quiet was the warning before the storm.
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The late afternoon sun stretched shadows long across the nearly empty city park. A few children’s voices drifted faintly from the far playground, but the benches near the trees were deserted.
Alexei sat slouched on one of them, nearly unrecognizable beneath a long dark coat and a bucket hat pulled low over his brow. A cheap pair of sunglasses covered his eyes, making him look like any other weary man passing the time. Only the faint ember of a cigar, curling smoke into the breeze, hinted at who he really was.
Soobin approached cautiously, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. His heart thudded faster the closer he got, though his face stayed neutral. Without a word, he lowered himself onto the bench, leaving a polite space between them.
“Don’t look at me,” Alexei murmured, voice low and sharp, nearly swallowed by the wind. “Keep your eyes straight ahead. Like we don’t know each other.”
Soobin swallowed hard and obeyed, fixing his gaze on the cracked pavement path in front of them. “Understood,” he muttered.
Alexei exhaled smoke slowly, as if savoring the power of holding the information. “I’ve had my men watching the Jeon omega. He’s as predictable as clockwork. Every Friday, he takes the pups into town. Straight to the library. No deviations. No surprises.”
Soobin’s brows knitted slightly, though he didn’t dare turn his head. “Every Friday?” he asked quietly, disbelief tinging his voice.
“Every Friday,” Alexei confirmed. “Jeon thinks a few guards and tinted glass will keep him safe. But a routine is a weakness, and he’s handed it to us.” He tilted his head just slightly, the brim of his hat shadowing his mouth. “That’s when he’ll burn.”
Soobin’s pulse raced with excitement, his hands curling into fists inside his pockets. “And my role?”
“You’ll go to the Jeon mansion Thursday as planned. Go there with a fake business proposal for Jeon. Tell him your family wants to start a strip club with him. Don't act suspicious.” Alexei’s tone was calm, but it carried weight. “You’ll plant the bomb...just like we planned. Clean. Precise. When Friday comes, they’ll get into that car, and it will be the last trip they ever take.”
Soobin drew a careful breath, chest tight. “You’re certain the timing will work?”
Alexei’s mouth curved into the faintest smile under the brim of his hat. “I don’t move unless I’m certain. You’ll simply carry out your part.”
Soobin nodded once, eyes still locked on the path ahead. “Then I won’t fail.”
Alexei crushed the cigar beneath his boot, rising in one fluid motion. “See that you don’t,” he muttered, before walking away, his disguise blending him into the thinning crowd like he’d never been there.
Soobin stayed seated for a long moment, pulse thundering in his ears. The plan replayed in his head like a sweet melody...clear, simple, inevitable. His lips curled, a smile he couldn’t quite suppress tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Jungkook thought he was untouchable. Thought he could cast Soobin aside like trash and move on with his precious little omega and pups. But Friday would prove him wrong. Friday, the world would watch Jeon Jungkook burn.
For the first time in months, Soobin felt light, energized...almost giddy. His fingers twitched with anticipation inside his pockets. Revenge was finally within reach, and he couldn’t wait to see Jungkook’s empire crumble to ash.
Chapter 37
Summary:
Soobin follows through with the plan.
Notes:
Y'all were out for Soobin's blood since I introduced him. I wanted to give spoilers so bad but I held on lol.
Hopefully this chapter satisfies everyone.😆
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The front door of the mansion opened with a soft creak, and the maid stood framed in the doorway.
Soobin tipped his head politely, a faint, calculated smile tugging at his lips. His long coat draped elegantly over his lithe frame, blonde hair styled away from his face, shadowing sharp eyes. “I’m here to see Mr. Jeon,” he said smoothly. “On behalf of the Kang family in the United States. We have a business proposal that may be of interest to him.”
The maid’s expression remained carefully neutral, though her hands folded tighter in front of her. “Please wait in the sitting room, sir,” she said after a pause, her tone professional, betraying nothing. “I’ll let Mr. Jeon know you’re here.”
Soobin inclined his head in acknowledgement and stepped inside. The sitting room was quiet, sunlight filtering softly through the drapes, furniture arranged with deliberate precision. He lowered himself into one of the armchairs, crossing his long legs and letting his gaze sweep over the space as though appraising it for flaws.
He didn’t wait long before a burst of laughter and rapid footsteps charged the air. A little pup came running through, a massive Doberman bounding at his heels, the pup giggling uncontrollably. The sight made Soobin’s smile harden at the edges, a flicker of spite glinting in his eyes.
He knelt down, meeting the little pup at eye level. “And who might you be?” he asked smoothly, though he already knew the answer. The boy bore Jungkook’s sharp features, even at this age...a mirror image of the alpha, small and fierce.
Jaehyun stopped mid-run, furrowing his brow. “I… I’m not supposed to tell strangers my name,” he said cautiously, clutching his toy.
Soobin’s grin widened faintly, dangerous and amused. “Is that so?” he murmured, leaning closer. For spite, he reached out, brushing a finger against the pup’s cheek and pressing the scent gland of his wrist lightly against him. The room seemed to shift for a heartbeat as his scent...the sharp, unsettling aroma of matcha tea...filled the air.
The pup recoiled instinctively, scrunching his nose. “You…you smell bad!” he exclaimed, voice high and indignant, stepping back as he rubbed at his cheek.
Stupid little brat.
Soobin’s smile deepened, a low, venomous thrill running through him. "Run along." He murmured as he sat back down in the chair, watching the pup run off to play.
“Perfect,” he murmured under his breath.
Later, your Eomma will smell me on you…and it will drive him crazy.
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The oak-paneled meeting room down the hall was dim except for the afternoon light pouring in through tall windows. Jungkook sat behind his desk, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose while the other hovered over a stack of documents Hoseok had been pressing him to sign.
“...and if you don’t move on the shipping lane rights now, Namjoon’s going to bury us in contracts,” Hoseok was saying, tapping the paper with a pen. “You can’t stall forever, Jungkook.”
Jungkook didn’t answer immediately. His gaze was sharp, distracted...fixed on nothing. Hoseok knew that look. He’d been wearing it more and more lately, ever since Volkov’s silence had stretched too long.
A knock at the door broke the lull. One of the older maids slipped in, bowing her head. “Sir. There’s a man in the sitting room asking for you. He says he’s come with a business proposition on behalf of the Kang family in the United States. He said his name is Soobin Kang.”
Jungkook’s head snapped up at the name. His brows drew together, dark eyes narrowing like a predator scenting something foul in the wind. “Soobin Kang?” he repeated, voice low and edged.
Hoseok glanced up from the papers, blinking. “Soobin Kang? Your old hookup?”
Jungkook glared at Hoseok and growled under his breath. "It was an arrangement. Didn't last long."
“Yes, Boss,” the maid said quickly. “He insists you’ll know who he is.”
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, jaw working. The name rolled around his head like a bitter taste. Finally, he exhaled through his nose, sharp and short. “Soobin Kang,” he muttered with disdain, the title clipped, mocking.
Hoseok arched a brow, curious. “That bad?”
Jungkook’s lips twisted, almost a snarl. “You could say that. He and Jimin had an altercation of sorts at the masquerade ball.” His gaze flicked toward Hoseok, irritation sparking there.
Hoseok leaned back lazily, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “Business is business. Doesn’t hurt to hear him out. Worst case, you throw him out the front door yourself. Best case, we get something useful.”
The vein in Jungkook’s temple ticked. His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. “It’ll hurt when my omega chops my knot off for even letting him step foot into his house.”
Hoseok burst into laughter, the sound bright against Jungkook’s dark mood. He clutched at his chest theatrically, pen forgotten. “God, I hope I’m there when it happens. I’ll protect your virtue, don’t worry. I’ll stand between you and Soobin if he tries to seduce you.”
Jungkook shot him a look sharp enough to cut steel, though the corner of Hoseok’s mouth was still curved in amusement.
Finally, Jungkook waved a hand toward the maid, voice clipped. “Fine. Send him in.”
The maid nodded quickly and slipped out, the heavy door closing behind her.
Down the hall, Soobin rose smoothly from the armchair when she returned, adjusting his blonde hair like a man who owned the space.
“The Don will see you now,” she said evenly.
Soobin’s thin smile curved, sharklike. “Excellent,” he murmured, following her with measured steps, his scent still faintly clinging to the air where the pup had fled.
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Soobin walked into Jungkook’s office with the calm, polite smile of a man who had rehearsed this moment countless times. The faint rustle of his long coat whispered against the polished hardwood floor as he carried a sleek leather portfolio under his arm, the faint scent of matcha tea trailing behind him.
“Jungkook,” he greeted smoothly, bowing slightly. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I’m here on behalf of my Kang family in the United States. They’ve asked me to bring forward a business proposal they believe would be mutually beneficial.”
Jungkook sat behind his massive desk, dark eyes sharp and unreadable, observing the man as though he could filet him with a single glance. Hoseok leaned slightly to the side, arms folded, his expression composed.
“Go ahead,” Jungkook said evenly, voice calm but cold.
Soobin spread the papers from his portfolio neatly across the desk and launched into his pitch. Every word, every inflection was deliberate, rehearsed to perfection. Promises of international trade connections, shared profits, and expansion opportunities filled the air. His eyes flicked briefly to Hoseok, gauging reactions, but Hoseok remained stoic, a subtle shake of the head indicating the pitch was weak, unconvincing.
When he finished, the room was heavy with silence. Jungkook leaned back in his chair, hands resting lightly on the desk as he regarded the man before him. His eyes flicked toward Hoseok again for final confirmation. Hoseok gave a nearly imperceptible shake of the head.
Jungkook’s lips curved in a cold, sharp line. “I’m not interested.”
Soobin’s smile remained polite but sharpened with annoyance. “Are you sure? The Kang family...”
“Yes,” Jungkook cut him off, his voice final, low, and lethal. “I said I’m not interested. You can see yourself out.”
Soobin’s jaw tightened briefly, and his eyes darkened, but the charm returned instantly as he rose smoothly and moved toward the door, papers gathered.
“Wait,” Jungkook’s voice sliced through the room, firm, like steel.
Soobin froze, hand on the doorknob, turning slowly.
“Don’t ever step foot on my property again,” Jungkook said, each word deliberate, heavy with warning. “The next time you do, you’ll be escorted out by security. Have the maid see you out.”
Soobin bowed his head, voice smooth and silky. “My apologies, Jungkook.” Yet the glint in his eyes betrayed his true intent.
The heavy oak door closed behind him with a soft click, and Soobin stepped into the hallway. Everything was unnervingly quiet...no staff, no maids, no sound except the faint echo of his own shoes. His pulse quickened with the thrill of opportunity.
He moved deliberately, eyes scanning the halls, until he found the kitchen. The gleaming counters and polished appliances were pristine, empty. At the far end, the side door leading to the garage beckoned. One careful glance over his shoulder confirmed no one was watching. He slipped through, melting into the shadows.
The garage smelled faintly of oil and wax. Soobin’s gaze scanned the row of vehicles until it landed on the sleek black Lexus LX. His lips curved into a faint, predatory smile. He crouched, moving with the careful precision of a predator, and retrieved a small, black device from his coat pocket. Compact, deadly.
He pressed it to the undercarriage of the car, a soft click signaling it had latched into place. A red light blinked once, then steadied. He pressed the engage button.
A quiet thrill ran through him. “When the omega starts the engine,” he murmured under his breath, “him and those brats will be nothing but ashes on the road.”
Soobin straightened, smoothing his coat, slipping back toward the kitchen as though nothing had happened. But just as he turned into the hallway again, a maid appeared, eyes narrowing.
“Sir, you cannot be here,” she said firmly.
Soobin’s charming smile returned immediately. “My apologies. I was just discussing business with Mr. Jeon and must have taken a wrong turn after the meeting. This house is…quite enormous.”
The maid’s suspicion lingered, but she inclined her head. “Allow me to escort you out.”
“Of course,” Soobin said smoothly.
She led him to the front doors, and he stepped out with deliberate calm, each movement measured. Once behind the wheel of his car, the polite mask faded. His expression hardened.
He pulled out his phone and dialed.
The line clicked.
“It’s done,” Soobin said, voice low and satisfied. “The device is planted.”
A thrill of dark satisfaction surged through him as he drove away from the mansion, already imagining the chaos that would erupt when the omega innocently started the car. The game had begun.
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Hours later, after Jaeha had been carefully swaddled and lulled to sleep, Jimin finally set him down in the crib, his chest still humming with the soft, residual warmth of motherly relief. He turned to scoop up Jaehyun, cradling the older pup against him and pressing a soft kiss to the his son's soft cheek. But as he inhaled, his stomach dropped. Lingering faintly on Jaehyun’s small form was a sharp, bitter scent...alien, unwelcome...the unmistakable pheromone trace of another omega. Matcha tea. Someone else’s essence.
Jimin froze, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming alert. His body became a coiled wire of instinctive fury. “Baby…who’s been scenting you?” His voice was low, tight, dangerous.
Jaehyun’s small hands fidgeted against his chest, sensing the tension radiating off his Eomma. “It… it was some man today, Eomma. He…he was waiting for Appa in the sitting room. He touched my cheek, and I told him he smelled bad. I didn't like it.”
The words hit Jimin like ice. His chest constricted, a white-hot inferno igniting in his veins. A stranger… touching his pup… in his home? He tightened his hold instinctively, protective and possessive, his own scent flaring uncontrollably around him.
“What did this omega look like?” Jimin demanded, his voice sharp, his gaze narrowing to slits.
Jaehyun scrunched his little face, thinking hard. “He…he had yellow hair…squinty eyes…”
Jimin froze. Recognition seared through him like lightning...only one person he knew had blonde hair and squinty eyes.
Soobin.
Rage rose in him like molten steel, primal and burning. His heat prickled along his skin, his entire being screaming to hunt, to protect, to punish.
Jaehyun wrinkled his nose, tilting his head, unaware of the storm he’d just stirred. “Eomma...why do you smell mad?”
Jimin inhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm, pumping out soothing omega pheromones that draped over his pup like a warm, protective cloak. Even as his blood roared with fury, he pressed his own scent firmly into Jaehyun’s skin...omega, ownership, protection...marking him fully as his own.
“There,” he murmured softly, stroking the boy’s hair. “Now you smell like mine again."
He set Jaehyun gently down. “Go play with Min-gi for a while, alright? Eomma needs to talk to Hoseok.”
“Okay, Eomma!” Jaehyun chirped, racing off with a bright grin, excited about spending time with his friend, leaving Jimin’s fury coiled behind him like a spring.
Clenching his fists, Jimin stormed toward Hoseok and Yoongi’s wing of the mansion, each step radiating controlled, deadly intensity. He knocked sharply on Hoseok’s door, barging in without waiting for an invitation.
Hoseok immediately caught the scent of turmoil radiating off Jimin. “Jimin…what’s wrong?” Concern creased his face.
Jimin’s voice was low, cold, unwavering, each word edged with the unrelenting authority of an omega enraged. “Soobin. Don’t act like you don’t know who that is. I know about him and Jungkook…what they were in the past. I want you to find out where that omega is. He scented my pup.”
Hoseok exhaled slowly, the weight of the order settling over him. “Jimin…give me a minute. I’ll dig, but if your alpha finds out I’m doing this…” He shook his head, lips tight. “…we’re both dead meat.”
Jimin’s jaw clenched, his heart thudding like war drums. “I don’t care. He touched my pup and scented him.”
Hoseok pivoted to his workstation, fingers flying across keyboards and encrypted networks, tracing Soobin’s known associations, credit cards, underground contacts, and even club registries. Every tab, every connection, every lead was examined with surgical precision. Minutes stretched as Hoseok worked, finally leaning back, his voice careful but firm.
“Found him,” Hoseok said. “I traced his credit card back to Jungkook's club. The Sapphire Gentleman’s Club, Main Street. That’s where he’s holed up right now. But Jimin…you can’t go alone. It’s dangerous.”
Jimin’s teeth ground together, eyes narrowing to sharp slits. Protective instinct, omega rage, pure fury...all coiled into a dangerous, calculated tension. “I’ll get Taehyung. He’ll go with me. I’m going. That omega touched my pup. That’s all that matters.”
Hoseok shook his head, exhaling sharply. “Fine. But, if this goes sideways, it could get messy...fast.”
Jimin’s lips pressed into a hard line, his scent thick and commanding, rolling through the room like an invisible warning. “Messy or not, he will pay.”
Hoseok’s eyes lingered on him, sensing the volatile storm radiating from the omega...anger, omega instinct, determination...and realized there would be no argument. He typed a few final details, mapping exits, camera angles, and possible backup routes. “I’ll keep tracking him, but you take Taehyung. Don’t drive yourself. You don’t need to try and handle this alone.”
Jimin’s gaze was a storm, unwavering. “Today, that omega learns exactly who he’s messing with. Call Jin and have him keep an eye on Jaehyun and Jaeha.”
Hoseok swallowed, nodding, being an omega himself, he was fully aware there was no arguing with an omega in this state. Jimin strode from the office, every step radiating controlled power, pheromones trailing like a storm warning. Even without physical dominance, his protective fury made it clear: anyone who touched his pups would answer for it, and Jeon Jimin would personally see it done.
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Jimin strode into the kitchen area, eyes sharp and unyielding, scanning until they landed on Taehyung, who was at the kitchen table, sub sandwich in his hand fixing to take a bite. Jimin walked over, grabbed the sandwich, and set it back onto his plate with deliberate calm.
“Hey!” Taehyung growled, glaring. “If you’re hungry just say it and I’ll make you one.”
“You're coming with me,” Jimin said, his voice low, measured, and firm. “We’re heading to the Sapphire Gentleman’s Club. Now.”
“The Sapphire Gentleman’s Club?” Taehyung’s voice was cautious, brows furrowed. “Jimin…Jungkook didn’t give me any orders for this. What are you doing going there?”
Jimin’s jaw tightened, nostrils flaring. Every muscle in his body radiated controlled fury. “No, he didn’t. But I am ordering you. You’re coming with me. Now.”
Something in Jimin’s tone froze Taehyung. It wasn’t pleading or dramatic...it was final. Absolute. The omega’s fury vibrated through the air, controlled but sharp as a knife’s edge.
“You know he won’t approve of this,” Taehyung said slowly, testing him.
“I don’t care what Jungkook approves of,” Jimin said, tone sharp and absolute. “This is about Soobin. He was at the mansion today. He scented my pup. You’re coming with me, end of discussion.”
Taehyung studied him for a long moment, then cursed under his breath. One thing you didn't do is scent someone's pup without permission. It's a good way for the omega mother to beat someone's ass. “Fuck. Fine. I’ll go. But we do this carefully. If you get hurt, Jungkook will skin us both alive. We can’t afford a mistake.”
“I know,” Jimin replied, voice low and deadly calm. “Meet me downstairs in five. Be ready.”
Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I know.” His voice had settled into something calmer now, but no less dangerous. “Meet me downstairs in five. Be ready.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked out, his steps purposeful, his fury contained like a storm behind glass. Taehyung could only stare after him, the half-eaten sandwich forgotten.
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Inside the bedroom, Jimin went straight to the gun cabinet. His hands didn’t shake. If anything, they were too steady, too precise, as he pulled out the Glock, checked the chamber, and confirmed the magazine was full. The cold metal settled against his palm like an extension of himself...an oath, a promise. He slid it beneath his jacket, where it rested against his ribs, hidden but close.
Before heading out, Jimin paused at the nursery doorway, peeking in one last time at Jaeha. The little pup was still curled up peacefully, chest rising and falling with each tiny breath. A soft warmth filled Jimin’s chest at the sight, a reminder of exactly what he was protecting.
Just then, his phone buzzed. A quick glance at the screen showed a message from Jin:
On my way up to sit with Jaeha while you’re gone. Jaehyun’s with Min-gi at the moment. I’ll bring them both up with me.
Jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of relief passing through him. Satisfied that his pups will be looked after while he goes and deals with this bitch.
Minutes later, Jimin emerged again, dressed in tight black jeans, black T-shirt, and black Chelsea boots...practical clothing that hugged his frame, his hair pulled back out of his eyes. His scent was sharp, like ozone before lightning, and his gaze blazed with the clarity of an angry omega mother.
Taehyung was waiting in the foyer, already on edge. He gave Jimin a once-over, lips pressed into a tight line.
“You look like you’re walking into war,” Taehyung muttered.
Jimin’s eyes didn’t waver as he brushed past him, heading for the door. “I am.”
Neither spoke again as they climbed into the car. Jimin slid into the passenger seat, the Glock pressing cold against his side, his pulse steady despite the storm inside him. Taehyung started the engine, the low rumble filling the silence as the mansion receded behind them.
The ride was quiet, thick with unspoken tension. Jimin’s gaze was fixed out the window, the city lights flashing against his sharp profile. Every second that passed seemed to draw his focus tighter, sharpen his resolve.
Taehyung glanced at him from the corner of his eye. The omega didn’t fidget, didn’t hesitate. He sat there like stone, deadly calm, as if every movement had already been decided.
Whatever awaited them at the club, Taehyung knew one thing with absolute certainty: Jimin wasn’t going there to talk. He was going there to make a statement.
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The phone on Jungkook’s desk buzzed, the sharp vibration cutting through the quiet of his office. He snatched it up, jaw tight, already irritated from the day’s paperwork.
“Hoseok,” he said.
“Jungkook,” Hoseok’s voice was low but urgent, every syllable carrying weight. “You need to know...Jimin is on his way to the Sapphire Gentleman’s Club with Taehyung. He's going to confront Soobin.”
Jungkook froze, eyes narrowing. “What? Why the fuck is he going there?” His voice was sharp, guttural, already threaded with possessive fury. “Soobin?!”
“Yes,” Hoseok replied, his tone carefully even. “Listen to me. When Soobin came by today to discuss business, he must have scented Jaehyun. Jimin smelled it on him. He knew immediately, Jungkook. He’s furious.”
For a moment, Jungkook couldn’t breathe. His chest heaved, vision blurring red at the thought of another omega’s scent...Soobin’s scent...one that wasn't his Eomma's or pack, clinging to his pup. His knuckles went white around the receiver.
“He touched my son?” Jungkook growled, the sound low and primal, his breaths coming harder, faster, the beast inside him begging to rip Soobin apart limb from limb. “That omega touched my pup...”
“Jungkook!” Hoseok cut in, steady but firm. “Listen to me. Jin has Jaehyun and Jaeha. They’re safe. Jimin made sure before he left. He wouldn’t risk them. But...” Hoseok hesitated, something like unease creeping into his voice. “I’ve never seen Jimin this angry before. Not once. He’s out for blood, Kook. You need to go and stop him before something happens.”
The words grounded Jungkook just enough to push through the haze of his fury. His lips curled back over his teeth, a feral snarl ripping free as he forced the words out.
“Have Yoongi meet me downstairs at the car.”
They hung up without another word. Jungkook shoved the phone onto the desk, his hands already moving with practiced precision. He yanked open the bottom drawer, revealing the cold gleam of his Desert Eagle. He slid it free, checked the magazine...loaded...and tucked it behind his jacket with a practiced motion.
He stormed out of the office, polished leather shoes clicked loudly against the hardwood floors, echoing through the mansion’s halls. Staff melted out of his way, the alpha’s presence radiating danger, eyes black with rage.
At the foot of the stairs, Yoongi was already waiting, dressed in black, his expression grim. The moment their eyes met, Yoongi gave a sharp nod and fell into step.
Neither spoke. Words weren’t needed.
The car door slammed behind Jungkook, the engine roaring to life under Yoongi’s hands. As the mansion fell away behind them, Jungkook’s hand hovered near his jacket, his chest rising and falling with feral, uneven breaths. His mate was walking into danger. His pup had been touched.
The Nocturne Don was no longer just Jungkook...he was wrath incarnate, barreling toward the club with murder in his veins.
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The heavy doors of the Sapphire Gentleman’s Club swung open with a groan, letting out a wash of thumping bass and low, sultry music. The place reeked of perfume, sweat, and alcohol...an intoxicating mix that clung to the air. The lighting was low, cut through by strobes of blue and purple that made the haze of cigarette smoke look like shifting fog.
On the main stage, female omega strippers arched and twirled around gleaming chrome poles, their breasts bouncing freely as they bent backward, legs spread wide to tempt the drunken patrons pressed up against the stage. Glitter clung to their slick skin, their pheromones almost suffocating, while men...alphas mostly...howled and waved bills with hungry grins.
Jimin didn’t spare them more than a passing glance. His eyes, sharp and burning, were locked on the back of the room. He was dressed in black, the Glock hidden beneath his shirt, but there was no hiding the fury in his gait. Every step was purposeful, predatory, like a wolf stalking prey. The music, the laughter, the moans...it all blurred into background noise as his vision tunneled in on his goal.
Taehyung trailed close behind, shoulders tense, hand brushing the outline of his own weapon under his jacket. He didn’t like this, not one bit. His alpha instincts prickled being here with an enraged omega, but he followed nonetheless...because Jimin’s command had been absolute.
As Jimin cut through the crowd, a drunken alpha staggered into his path, eyes glassy and smile lecherous. His hand shot out, grabbing a firm squeeze of Jimin’s ass. “Well, look what we got here. You're the most beautiful omega in this...”
The words died in his throat.
Taehyung stepped forward to bust the mans face in when Jimin stopped him with a small hand.
Jimin turned on the strange alpha slowly, gaze like a blade, molten with rage. His lips curled back just enough to bare teeth, a low, rumbling growl vibrating in his chest. For a split second the whole noisy club seemed to go silent around that deadly look.
The alpha’s cocky grin shattered. He stumbled back, hands raised in surrender, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “S-sorry, man…didn’t mean...”
Jimin didn’t bother to respond. He just stared, unblinking, until the alpha shrank into the crowd and disappeared. Only then did Jimin turn back, his fury undented, and continue forward through the haze of smoke and lust.
The closer he got, the sharper his rage burned. His body thrummed with protective instinct, the image of Jaehyun’s scent clinging with someone else’s still fresh in his mind. That was his pup. His. And no one...no one...touched his pups.
Taehyung’s hand brushed his elbow once, a silent reminder of the risk. Jimin didn’t even flinch. His eyes had already locked on Soobin, lounging in a back booth like he owned the place, drink in hand, smile lazy.
Jimin’s eyes burned like molten gold as he walked up to the table. "Everyone out, now," he growled. Soobin looked at him and smirked, the other omegas around him just staring at him. “Everybody out of the motherfucking room, now,” he screamed, his voice angry, deadly, and commanding as he raised the Glock to the ceiling and fired a shot, plaster and dust raining down.
Panic erupted. Music screeched to a stop, screams tore through the room as patrons and staff scrambled for the exits, bumping into one another, slipping on spilled drinks and shards of glass beer bottles. Chairs toppled, and the reflective surfaces of the mirrors scattered the flickering neon lights across the chaos. But Jimin didn’t flinch. His gaze never left Soobin, body coiled, ready, a living predator.
Soobin froze mid-sneer, his own arrogance faltering as he registered the fire burning in Jimin’s gaze. “You...what the hell...”
From the corner, Taehyung leaned against the table with his signature smirk, arms crossed. “Man…you and your alpha really don’t play,” he said, voice half-amused, half-impressed. “I see why he's obsessed with you.”
Jimin walked over and handed the gun to Taehyung. "Take this. Make sure no one comes in." He snarled with venom as he turned back to Soobin.
Jimin growled at him with a hard stare. “You came in my house today and touched my pup, wiped your nasty fucking scent on his face...before that, you touched my alpha at that ball...I should blow your fucking ass into next week."
Soobin’s bravado only increased . “I did it so his Appa would remember what a real omega smells like...”
Jimin lunged at him and dragged him over the table. In an instant, the room erupted into controlled chaos. He punched with precise strikes, elbows snapping, legs kicking with lethal accuracy, all while blocking blows that Soobin tried to get in. Mirrors trembled and shattered under errant blows; beer bottles rolled and skittered like missiles across the floor.
“If you ever,” Jimin hissed, twisting Soobin’s arm until he screamed, popping it from the socket, “touch my pup again…I will fucking end you!”
Just then Jungkook burst through the front doors of the club with Yoongi trailing behind him, both their eyes widening in shock at seeing Jimin inflicting pain and violence. "Jimin!!" He growled.
Soobin flailed, clumsy and desperate, but Jimin’s small frame moved with the lethal efficiency of a predator. A swift kick sent Soobin sliding across the floor, colliding with a table. A lamp toppled and shattered, glass raining down, but Jimin didn’t pause. His low growl swallowed the noise of destruction.
Jimin’s movements were a blur: he ducked a wild swing from Soobin, grabbed a rolling stool, and smacked it into his shoulder with bone-crushing precision. The club became a storm of shattered mirrors, overturned chairs, and spilled liquor. Every inch of Jimin radiated danger, his small body packed with the raw, unrelenting energy of a storm.
Soobin could only wheeze, blood trickling from split lips, chest heaving, utterly humiliated and outmatched. Jimin’s smirk widened, eyes glinting with triumph. “Remember this day,” he hissed. “Next time, it’ll be my alpha you’ll deal with.”
Taehyung who'd been carefully monitoring the fight, stepped forward, hands raised, half-amused, half-exasperated. “Damn, Jimin. You and your alpha are insane.”
Jungkook’s eyes snapped to Taehyung at that comment. The smirk drained from Taehyung’s face when he saw the Don standing in the doorway, black coat sweeping around him, dark eyes locking on him. “Sorry, boss. I was just joking. When did you get here?” Taehyung chuckled nervously, tone faltering.
Jimin finally released Soobin, letting him slump against the wall, fists still curled but loose enough to signal the fight was over...for now. The room around them was a ruin: overturned chairs, shattered glass, splattered beer and blood, plaster dust coating the floors and tables. Jimin’s chest heaved with adrenaline, eyes still blazing. He looked small, almost fragile...but every inch radiated lethal intensity.
Then, in one final act of feral vengeance, Jimin drew his leg back and stomped hard into Soobin’s midsection. The omega gasped, doubled over, and Jimin spat in his face, lips curling into a deadly sneer. “That’s for my pup.”
Before Soobin could recover, Jimin drew his foot back again, delivering another crushing blow to the midsection. Soobin crumpled, blood spilling freely, wheezing, utterly defeated. Jimin’s eyes flicked briefly toward the doorway where Jungkook and Yoongi had paused, stunned, but his focus was still entirely on the omega at his mercy.
“And that’s for my alpha,” Jimin hissed, voice low, dangerous, every word punctuated by the echo of his fury.
Then he turned around and walked up to Jungkook and growled. "Take me home to my pups." Then he stormed out of the club, walking back to the car.
"Taehyung wait in the car with Jimin." He growled as he looked at Soobin on the ground with contempt in his eyes. His omega really did a number on him.
"Yes, boss." Taehyung mumbled as he turned and followed Jimin.
Jungkook stepped over the broken bottles and busted up chairs and knelt down beside Soobin and pulled him up by his blood matted blonde hair.
“My omega really fucked you up,” Jungkook said, voice low and measured, but every word carried the weight of absolute menace. “My Jimin is a fierce and protective omega mother. Scenting our pup...that was your first and last mistake. Jimin is very kind and merciful…but unfortunately for you, my mercy and kindness doesn’t extend that far.”
He stood slowly, the movement deliberate, controlled, exuding power, and drew the Desert Eagle from beneath his coat. The black steel gleamed under the flickering neon lights as he leveled it at Soobin’s head.
Soobin’s voice cracked, pleading. “Jungkook… please…I didn’t mean...”
BANG.
A single, clean shot rang out, the echo reverberating through the club. Soobin’s pleading eyes went wide, then slack as blood spattered across the floor. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Silence fell over the wrecked room, broken only by the soft whimpers of strippers huddled in the corners and the distant hum of flickering neon lights.
Jungkook lowered the gun slowly, breathing steady, face unflinching. There was no remorse...only absolute control, absolute dominance over the chaos surrounding him.
He turned to Yoongi, voice flat and commanding. “Have someone help you clean this up.”
“Yes, sir,” Yoongi replied, already moving toward the nearest staff with precise efficiency.
Jungkook holstered the Desert Eagle with careful precision, boots crunching over glass as he strode toward the exit. Outside, the night air hit him cool and sharp, a stark contrast to the stifling chaos inside. The black car waited, engine humming softly, headlights cutting through the dark.
Inside, Jimin sat rigid, fists still clenched, chest rising and falling rapidly. His fury had not yet faded, and Jungkook could feel it radiating off him in tangible waves. Sliding into the seat beside him, Jungkook’s gaze softened just slightly...not for the carnage, not for Soobin, but for his mate who had fought with every ounce of his strength to protect what they loved.
The car door shut with a soft click, sealing the chaos of the club behind them. Jungkook’s hand brushed over Jimin’s knee, a silent reminder: he was here, he was safe, and nothing would harm their pup or their bond...not while Jungkook still drew breath.
The engine hummed as the car pulled away into the night, leaving behind the shattered remnants of a club and the memory of a fury no one would dare challenge again.
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Jimin’s chest heaved, adrenaline and fury still thrumming through every fiber of his body. He leaned forward, voice low, trembling with barely restrained need. “Take the long way home,” he ordered Taehyung, who glanced nervously in the rearview mirror but nodded, gripping the wheel tighter.
As soon as the tinted partition slid up, cutting them off from the driver, Jimin turned, eyes blazing, and practically lunged into Jungkook’s lap. His small hands gripped Jungkook’s shoulders and hair, nails digging in as he gasped, “I… I need you inside me…knot me, now.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched at the sight: Jimin, slick and trembling, practically begging, his jeans and ruined panties torn away in one swift movement. “God, you’re so wet for me, baby,” Jungkook growled, his hands sliding down to grip Jimin’s thighs, pulling him flush against his body. “Do you have any idea how much watching you defend our pups turned me on? How hard it made me?”
Jimin tugged at Jungkook’s belt, yanking his big hard cock free, eyes wide with lust and need. “Fuck me harder than you ever have before,” he growled, tugging at Jungkook’s hair with feral intensity.
Jungkook responded with a low, guttural growl, crashing his lips to Jimin’s in a desperate, fiery kiss, teeth and tongue fighting, tasting the omega’s fury and pheromones. He reached behind, sliding his fingers between Jimin’s slick cheeks, letting his hands stretch him slightly, but Jimin grabbed them, shaking his head fiercely. “No stretching. Just fuck me until I’m not angry anymore,” he demanded, body arching desperately.
Jungkook growled, cock throbbing as he aligned himself with Jimin’s dripping wet hole, and slammed into him in one hard, deep thrust. Jimin screamed, fingers clutching the ceiling of the SUV, hips bucking aggressively, riding every stroke with animal intensity.
The confined space quickly steamed up, windows fogging as their pheromones hung heavy in the air. Jungkook’s hands gripped Jimin’s hips, pounding into him fast and hard, growls and groans mixing with Jimin’s desperate cries. The omega’s fury and need fueled every thrust, making him ride Jungkook like a storm unleashed.
Finally, with a low growl and a possessive grip, Jungkook knotted him, pumping deep and filling Jimin completely. Jimin’s scream tore through the air as his hole clamped down around the knot, his body shuddering violently in release, both heat and anger spent in a raw, feral orgasm.
Jungkook held him close, groaning low, pressing kisses into his neck as Jimin gasped and trembled, slowly coming down from the intense wave of pleasure and fury.
Jimin’s body sagged against Jungkook, legs still trembling, chest heaving as his adrenaline and fury bled away into a simmering, pliable warmth. The knot still ached, the tight, full weight of Jungkook inside him grounding every shiver, every heartbeat. He buried his face in Jungkook’s shoulder, inhaling his alpha’s scent, letting the safety of him wash over the storm still raging faintly inside.
Jungkook’s large hands smoothed down Jimin’s back, fingertips brushing over damp hair, soothing the tension still knotted in his muscles. His thumb circled over the small of Jimin’s spine, grounding him further. “Shh…it’s okay, baby,” he murmured, voice low and warm, lips brushing Jimin’s ear. “You did so good back there. You protected our pups like the incredible mother you are. That’s my omega...fierce, protective, unstoppable. I’m proud of you.”
Jimin let out a shaky breath, the last of his anger melting into relief. “I…I needed that,” he admitted quietly, still pressed against Jungkook, head tucked under his chin. “I was…I was going to lose it if you hadn't fucked me hard.”
Jungkook’s arms tightened, possessive and protective. “You didn’t lose it,” he said firmly. “Not while I’m here. You’re mine. All three of you,” he added softly, thumb brushing over the curve of Jimin’s hip, then resting near where the knot still pulsed inside him. “I’ll always be here to handle the world outside for you, but you…you take care of our pups. And you do it perfectly. You’re such a good protective mother, Jimin. That’s only one of the reasons why I love you.”
Jimin let out a small, tired laugh, still shaky but relieved, nuzzling his face against Jungkook’s chest. “I know…I just…” His voice faltered, and he buried his face deeper. “I got so angry when I smelled him on our pup. I couldn't…I couldn't control it.”
“You don’t have to control it,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head. “You’re my omega, Jimin. You take care of our pups, I take care of everything else. That’s my job. And you…you’re perfect at yours. That’s what makes you mine. That’s what makes you incredible.”
Jimin lay quietly against Jungkook’s chest, letting the steady beat of his alpha’s heart calm him, soaking in the warmth and familiar scent that always made the world feel safer. But suddenly, he pulled back slightly, eyes narrowing as he glared up at Jungkook.
“What was that whore doing in my house today anyway?” His voice was low, edged with irritation and disbelief.
Jungkook chuckled and exhaled softly, brushing a lock of hair from Jimin’s face. “He tried to pitch a shitty business deal to me and Hoseok,” he said evenly, his tone carrying that familiar, controlled authority. “I turned him down.”
Jimin harrumphed, flopping back against Jungkook’s chest with a small huff of frustration. The protective instincts simmering in him mingled with the comfort of being here, pressed against the one alpha he trusted completely.
Jungkook chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through Jimin’s chest. He let his hands roam gently over Jimin’s back, rubbing slow circles, feeling the tension in his mate melt under his touch. “Feisty little omega,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I love it.”
Jimin sighed, melting into him, the last of his tension fading. The knot still filled him, a tangible reminder of Jungkook’s possessive claim, and he shivered at the warmth of it, the safety of it, the unshakable knowledge that he was utterly protected.
“I love you,” Jimin murmured, voice muffled against Jungkook’s chest, exhausted but sincere.
“I know,” Jungkook said, lips brushing the top of Jimin’s hair. “And I love you. Always. My fierce, protective omega…perfect mother to our pups.”
The rest of the ride was quiet, punctuated only by the occasional sigh or soft groan from Jimin as he settled into the lingering warmth of his mate, finally able to relax, finally able to let the tension of the night drain away. Jungkook held him close the entire way, protective, possessive, unshakable...their small, fractured world finally whole again inside the confines of the SUV.
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The next morning after the craziness at the strip club, Taehyung sat rigid in his black SUV, the early morning sun glinting off the perfectly trimmed hedges of the Volkov estate. Dew sparkled on the expansive lawn, but there was no serenity in the scene...only the deceptive calm of a predator’s lair. He adjusted the rearview mirror, scanning for any patrols or hidden cameras, but the estate appeared almost empty, unnervingly quiet.
The roar of a black armored SUV drew his attention. It rolled up the driveway with an authority that demanded attention, followed closely by a convoy of smaller, sleek vehicles. At the lead, Alexei Volkov stepped out, moving with the controlled precision of a predator fully aware of its domain. Behind him, the rest of the Volkov family emerged, sharp suits and cold eyes, exuding power and menace.
Taehyung’s jaw tightened. After two months of silence, Alexei was finally showing himself. The threat was no longer abstract. It was real, and imminent.
Alexei strode into the mansion, disappearing into the massive oak doors of Don Volkov’s office. Taehyung’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his muscles coiled like a spring. He clicked on his earpiece, straining to catch the conversation that would determine whether the day would pass in routine or descend into chaos.
Inside the office, the morning light cut through tall windows, painting long lines across the dark wood panels. The room smelled faintly of aged leather and polished wood. Alexei’s voice carried effortlessly across the space, smooth and deliberate, every word weighted with intent.
“Gentlemen,” Alexei began, voice steady, precise, “our plan is proceeding exactly as intended.”
A Volkov patriarch leaned forward, suspicion etched into his features. “How can you be sure?”
Alexei’s thin smile did not reach his eyes. “I’ve had him followed for weeks. Every Friday morning, without fail, he takes his pups into town...to the local library. I know his patterns. The device is planted on his car. The moment he turns the key and drives down the driveway, the explosion will eliminate them all.”
Taehyung’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles white. His pulse quickened.
Alexei’s gaze swept over the assembled Volkovs, every movement controlled, every word calculated. “Once Jeon loses his family, that is when we all move in. Guns, precision, no mercy. Every asset, every inch of the mansion under the Nocturne Syndicate’s control...it becomes ours. By nightfall tomorrow, the Nocturne Syndicate will have a new leader.”
The room fell silent as the meeting ended, heavy with anticipation, fear, and the ruthless logic of those who thrived in it.
Taehyung exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling with measured force. He leaned back slightly in the seat, scanning the estate one last time before sitting forward again, every muscle tense, every sense alert. His eyes roved over the driveway, the estate, and the shadowed corners where danger could emerge.
Today was Friday. Jimin's day he takes the pups into town to go to the library.
He reached for his phone, fingers moving almost on instinct. His thumb hovered over Jungkook’s contact before pressing the call button. The line connected almost instantly.
"Speak."
Taehyung’s voice cracked with urgency, each word clipped, breath rapid and heavy. “Boss! Don’t let Jimin and the pups get inside that car! There’s a bomb!"
Chapter 38
Summary:
Jimin packs the pups up for their weekly trip to the library in town.
Notes:
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Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The first fingers of daylight stretched through the high windows, painting soft streaks of pale gold across the nest. The house was quiet, the world still hushed in the tender silence of early morning.
Jungkook stirred first. His instincts sharpened before his eyes opened, the steady rhythm of his breathing shifting as he woke. He listened...ears tuned to every sound around him. Beyond the nest came the faintest rise and fall of little breaths, his pups sleeping peacefully in their smaller beds. His alpha settled, satisfied that they were safe.
Only then did he allow himself to focus on the warmth curled into him.
Jimin.
Soft, pliant, trusting. His omega’s body fit against him as if made for it...spine curved into his chest, thighs tucked, head tilted just enough for Jungkook to bury his face in the crook of his neck. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around Jimin’s middle, hand resting low on the soft swell of his pubic bone, even in sleep claiming him, anchoring him.
Jungkook inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with Jimin’s scent...honey and lemons, sweet and grounding. A low rumble of satisfaction rolled through his chest.
But his mind, unbidden, replayed that moment burned into him forever: Jimin standing, unyielding, defending their pups against Soobin. Fierce. Beautiful. Terrifying in his devotion. The memory still tore him open, raw and reverent.
His raised his head up and looked down at his mate. His eyes roamed over the delicate slope of Jimin’s cheekbones, high and soft, kissed with faint morning light. His button nose twitched slightly in sleep, breaths warm and steady. Jungkook’s chest squeezed tight...how could someone be so perfect? But it was Jimin’s mouth that made his throat go dry, lips naturally full and pouty...plush. He wanted to bite them, bruise them, taste every inch.
God, his omega was beautiful. Too beautiful. No one...not a single soul...had ever rivaled him in Jungkook’s eyes. Even like this, hair mussed, lips parted faintly as he dreamed, he looked like sin wrapped in silk.
Jungkook’s chest vibrated with a low growl of satisfaction as he buried his face against Jimin’s neck, inhaling the concentrated sweetness of his scent. His cock swelled heavy and hard against Jimin’s hip, but still he lingered, mouth brushing reverently along his mate’s jawline, memorizing.
“Mine,” Jungkook growled quietly, the sound vibrating against Jimin’s throat. His gaze slid down the body pressed to his, head to toe.
Even after pups, after sleepless nights, after scars both visible and unseen, Jimin was art itself. His body soft, curves ripened by motherhood, skin flushed with warmth. The swell of his chest, heavy and full of milk, the curve of his hips leading down to the round perfection of his ass...so plump, so firm, Jungkook’s hands itched to grab it, to knead it until Jimin whined his name.
His cock stirred at the thought, swelling thick and heavy against the round of Jimin’s ass. He pressed closer, lips finding the mark at his mate’s neck. The faded crescent scar of his mating bite. Jungkook licked at it, then nipped and sucked until the skin was wet, pink, and pulsing beneath his mouth. His hand slid upward, cupping one full breast and squeezing gently. The heat beneath his palm, the faint weight of milk, sent a growl rumbling from his chest.
Carefully, Jungkook rolled Jimin onto his back. The omega stirred, lashes fluttering but not yet awake. Jungkook dipped his head, lips closing over one peaked nipple. He sucked slow and deep, tongue curling, and the faint sweetness of milk filled his mouth.
A soft moan slipped from Jimin’s lips. His back arched instinctively, offering more. His hand found Jungkook’s hair, weak but needy fingers tangling in the dark strands.
“Mm…” Jimin breathed, voice still rough with sleep.
Jungkook pulled back just enough to look up at him, lips wet, voice husky. “Good morning, baby.”
Jimin whimpered, hips shifting restlessly. “Alpha…”
“Do you want me, baby?” Jungkook growled low against his skin, hand sliding down to trace the soft line of his stomach.
Through half-lidded eyes, Jimin nodded. His lips parted, a needy little breath escaping him.
That was all Jungkook needed.
His mouth trailed down Jimin’s chest and abdomen, worshipful, until he reached the faint, silvery scar just above his pelvis...the scar that marked where their pup had entered the world. Jungkook lingered, tongue tracing it, lips pressing reverent kisses to the line of skin. He growled softly against it, as though vowing gratitude with every press of his mouth.
Then he moved lower.
Jimin’s small cock was already hard, flushed, leaking precum that smeared across his belly. Jungkook took him into his mouth slowly, lips stretching around him, tongue circling the sensitive head. Jimin gasped, back bowing as pleasure jolted through him. His hand clutched tighter at Jungkook’s hair, thighs trembling.
“Ah...Koo…” he whimpered, the sound high and broken.
Jungkook sucked once more, pulling back with a wet pop, then dropped lower still. The moment his face pressed between Jimin’s thighs, he groaned. His omega was soaked, slick pouring freely, glistening in the morning light. Jungkook spread his legs wide, thumbs holding him open, and buried his tongue deep.
The nest filled with the sound of Jimin’s cries, soft and desperate, as Jungkook feasted. Growls vibrated through his throat, teeth scraping lightly before his tongue soothed.
When that wasn’t enough, Jungkook pressed a thick finger inside, stretching his omega slowly. Another followed, pumping and scissoring, coaxing him open. Jimin writhed, hips rolling helplessly into the pressure, slick gushing down Jungkook’s hand.
Patience snapped.
Jungkook pulled his fingers free, dripping with slick, and crawled up the length of Jimin’s body. He kissed him hard, tongue and teeth clashing, until Jimin was whining into his mouth.
“Please, alpha,” Jimin begged, voice raw, body trembling with need.
Jungkook lined himself up, cock thick, leaking, swollen with the need to claim. With a guttural growl, he pressed in slow...inch by glorious inch, stretching him until he bottomed out, buried to the hilt.
Jimin’s cry split the air, nails clawing at Jungkook’s back. His head tipped back, throat bared, neck arched...perfect omega surrender.
Jungkook bent, sucking at his mating mark as his hips pounded harder, faster, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the nest. The air grew thick with scent...Jimin’s slick, sweet and heavy, tangled with Jungkook’s dark musk.
Jimin writhed, keening, overwhelmed by the force of him. His body bowed, and then he broke, sobbing Jungkook’s name as he came, spilling hot across their stomachs. His walls clamped down tight, milking Jungkook greedily.
Jungkook roared as his knot swelled, locking them together. His release poured deep, filling Jimin until it overflowed, their cries tangled, raw and unrestrained.
The world went still.
Panting, Jungkook lowered himself, forehead pressed to Jimin’s. His chest heaved, sweat dripping down his temples.
“I love you,” Jimin whispered, trembling, eyes glassy with bliss.
“I love you more,” Jungkook growled, voice rough, lips brushing his mouth.
They kissed again, slow this time, as their bodies stayed bound.
Jungkook reached down, smoothing a hand over Jimin’s damp hair, murmuring soft praises into his skin. Jimin clung to him, pliant and warm, chest still rising fast.
And as their breathing steadied, as the knot held them close, they drifted together in the warmth of their nest...the alpha and his omega, whole, claimed, and endlessly in love.
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Morning sunlight streamed in soft and golden through the tall windows of their room, warming the nest and the little table tucked beside it. The air was filled with the smell of breakfast...scrambled eggs, sausage links, and buttered toast.
Jaehyun sat perched on his booster seat, already halfway through his plate. His little alpha appetite was in full swing, cheeks puffed as he chewed his sausage, eyes darting between his parents as though making sure they were eating too.
At the other end of the table, Jimin cradled Jaeha against his chest, his loose shirt draped to give their youngest privacy as he nursed. Jungkook sat beside him, fork in hand, slipping bites of egg between Jimin’s lips whenever his omega looked like he might forget to feed himself. Jimin tried to protest softly, but Jungkook only arched a brow and pressed the fork insistently to his mouth until he gave in and chewed obediently.
“I’m full, Jungkook,” Jimin murmured at last, licking a trace of yolk from his lip.
Jungkook’s chest rumbled in pride, the sound vibrating low and pleased. His hand squeezed Jimin’s thigh under the table. “That's good, baby.”
Jaehyun looked up, mouth still full of toast. “Eomma, are we going to the library today?”
Jimin smiled at the little pup, his eyes soft as he stroked Jaeha’s fine hair while he suckled. “Of course we are, baby. We go every Friday, don’t we? What kind of books do you want this time?”
Jaehyun’s small face lit up. “I want some fairytales about alpha pack leaders and their omega princes and princesses.”
Jungkook smirked, gaze sliding to Jimin as he leaned closer. His voice dropped, playful but certain. “Behind every good alpha pack leader is his fierce and beautiful omega prince.” He pressed a kiss against Jimin’s blushing lips, lingering just long enough to make Jimin smile shyly.
Jaehyun giggled at the sight before suddenly turning to his father with wide, serious eyes. “Appa…when I get bigger, I’m gonna mate an omega just like Eomma.”
Jimin’s cheeks bloomed pink as Jungkook let out a deep, warm laugh. But Jaehyun’s little shoulders hunched, voice dropping to a whisper. “…But what if they’re not as pretty as Eomma is?”
Jungkook reached over and ruffled his pup’s dark hair, still laughing softly. “Well, it’s true your Eomma is the most beautiful omega in the world,” he said, sliding an arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “But when the time comes, you’ll find your omega. And trust me...when you look at them, they’ll be just as beautiful to you as your Eomma is to me.”
Jaehyun blinked up at him, reassured, before shoving another sausage link in his mouth with a proud little nod.
Jaeha’s suckling slowed, his tiny body relaxing against Jimin’s chest, until at last he gave a soft sigh and released his hold. Jimin lifted him carefully, resting the small head on his shoulder, hand patting in soothing circles against his back. A few breaths later, a delicate burp escaped, followed by the faintest whimper before he nestled back down, sleepy and content.
“Good boy,” Jimin whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. He got up and sat Jaeha in Jungkook's arms while he changed his shirt.
Once he was done, he then slipped their library bags over his arm...one filled with Jaehyun’s already-read picture books to return, the other left empty to carry home their new treasures.
“Come on, baby,” he said gently to Jaehyun, who was wiping his mouth after finishing his juice. “Shoes on, let’s go.”
Jaehyun scrambled down from his chair, running to grab his little Nike sneakers, excitement bubbling in him at the thought of new books.
By the time Jimin had Jaeha secured against his chest in a soft sling, Jaehyun was tugging his Eomma toward the door, backpack bouncing against his small frame. Jungkook followed, carrying the heavier bag easily in one hand, the other resting at the small of Jimin’s back.
When they reached the foyer, Jungkook paused at the sight of Jimin’s car waiting out front, freshly cleaned, driver’s side door already open. Two black SUVs idled discreetly a few yards back...his bodyguards ready to follow at a distance.
Jungkook’s eyes swept the drive, sharp and protective, before dropping to his little family. He crouched and smoothed Jaehyun’s hair.
“Stay close to your Eomma today,” he murmured.
Jaehyun nodded seriously, puffing his chest. “I will, Appa.”
Jungkook smiled and kissed his head. "That's my good boy. Go get buckled in." Jaehyun nodded and ran over to Jimin standing beside the car and climbed up the step. Jimin reached down and picked up the pup and sat him down in his booster seat, and buckled him in .
“Straps tight enough?” Jimin asked softly.
“Uh-huh,” Jaehyun nodded, clutching his stuffed wolf in one hand.
Jimin moved to the other side, removing Jaeha gently from his chest carrier and securing him into his infant car seat, adjusting the straps so they rested snugly across his tiny body. The pup’s lips puckered in his sleep, a faint sigh leaving him as Jimin smoothed the blanket up to his chin.
Jungkook hovered close, eyes sharp, hands restless. He brushed Jimin’s arm before stepping back to give him room, gaze scanning their every movement like he could shield them from the world by sheer force of will.
Jimin slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirror. “We’ll be back before dinner,” he promised gently.
Jungkook leaned in and gently kissed him and growled. "Text me if you need me." Then he stepped back and closed the door, standing away from the car.
That’s when Jungkook’s phone rang.
He frowned, pulling it out. “Speak”
Taehyung's voice on the other end was harsh, urgent. All he heard was...
Bomb.
Jimin’s car.
For one horrifying heartbeat, Jungkook couldn’t breathe. The world slowed...every sound muffled, every detail in sharp, aching focus. In his mind he saw Jimin this very morning, head thrown back in bliss beneath him, lips parted, perfect and smiling at him. He saw Jaehyun’s first wobbly steps, the way his tiny legs had carried him right into Jungkook’s arms. He saw Jaeha’s birth...his baby peach, wet and red and crying, so small Jungkook had feared his big hands would break her.
Not like this. Not them.
His chest cracked open. The phone slipped from his hand and shattered to the ground.
“JIMIN! DON’T START THE CAR!”
Inside, Jimin frowned, digging through his bag for his cell phone, thinking maybe he’d forgotten it upstairs. He heard Jungkook’s voice then, distant but sharp, rattling his bones.
“JIMIN! DON’T START THE CAR!”
Before he could even blink, the door yanked open. Jungkook’s hands...shaking, brutal...latched onto him and hauled him out onto the cement. Jimin gasped, confusion flashing to panic as Jungkook shoved him behind, already tearing open the back door.
“Appa?” Jaehyun’s voice wavered, small and scared, but Jungkook didn’t stop. He unbuckled his son with shaking hands, yanking him free and pressing him against Jimin’s chest. Then he lunged for the infant seat, fumbling the buckle until Jaeha was ripped into his arms.
He stumbled back, clutching them all to him...Jimin, Jaehyun, Jaeha...his arms locked around their bodies like steel. His knees buckled, shaking, and he dropped hard to the pavement, lungs refusing to pull in enough air.
Panting, chest heaving, Jungkook buried his face against Jimin’s hair, against Jaehyun’s shoulder, against Jaeha’s blanket.
His family. His mate. His pups.
His whole world had almost ended in fire and glass.
He held them tighter, as though the strength of his arms alone could erase the danger, could stop the world from ever threatening them again.
The distant sound of tires crunching on the driveway caught his attention...the bodyguards rushing in, Taehyung’s presence bringing calm authority to the chaos...but Jungkook didn’t move. Not yet. He couldn’t. Not until he was certain that every breath, every heartbeat, of his mate and pups was safe.
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The distant hum of engines grew louder as the black SUVs rolled to a halt a few meters away. Dust swirled lazily in the morning sun, catching the light, but Jungkook barely noticed. His world had narrowed down to the small cluster of his family in his arms. Taehyung and the team spilled out, tactical gear clinging to their muscular frames, eyes sharp, hands ready. Every movement precise, practiced...yet Jungkook didn’t let go. Not his mate, not his pups.
He felt the steady beat of Jaehyun’s heart against his chest, the fragile weight of Jaeha nestled into his arm, the heat radiating off Jimin’s skin pressed to his side. His hands were possessive, instinctively covering, shielding, protecting. Every fiber of him screamed that they were his, and no one would take them.
“Boss,” Taehyung barked, voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Step back. I’ve got this.”
“No,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and throaty. “They’re mine. Not a hand touches them.”
“Just keep them safe. That’s your job right now,” Taehyung insisted, moving toward the car with two others. One crouched low, eyes trained on the undercarriage. Another ran a careful scan over the tires. Every subtle click, every glint of metal in the sunlight confirmed the nightmare: the threat was real.
Jungkook’s pulse thrummed in his ears, drowning out everything else. He could hear the faint rustle of clothing, the soft coo of Jaeha, the scrape of Jaehyun shifting closer to him...but every sound felt distant, muffled by the surge of adrenaline. His family...his life...had almost been ripped from him before the day had even begun.
A faint hiss reached his ears. The bomb-disarming robot, sliding slowly under the car. Metal creaked, hydraulics whining, and Jungkook flinched at each mechanical beep, every precise metallic click. Jimin’s hand found his shoulder, pressing lightly, trembling, attempting to anchor him.
“Breathe, Kook,” Jimin whispered. “They’ve got it. They’ll disarm it.”
Jungkook pressed his lips to Jimin’s temple, inhaling the scent that had always calmed him, the one that reminded him of home. “Don’t leave me, baby. Not now. Not ever.”
The robot exposed the device...a tangled mass of wires, blinking lights, and a small timer that looked like it had no right to exist so close to his family. Taehyung’s fingers moved with surgical precision, slicing and snipping, dismantling the threat piece by piece. Jungkook’s gaze never left them, flicking over Jimin’s anxious eyes, Jaehyun’s small face pressed against his chest, Jaeha cooing softly, all senses screaming, Protect them. Do not let go.
And then, a soft click. A single exhalation from Taehyung.
“It’s safe. Threat neutralized.”
Jungkook’s knees went weak. Relief hit him like a tidal wave, sharp and disorienting. He clutched them tighter, rocking slightly, murmuring against Jimin’s hair, “Mine…all of you…mine.” His voice cracked with the weight of the morning, the fear, the adrenaline, the sheer, unbearable love that had threatened to break him.
Jimin leaned into him, brushing lips across Jungkook’s temple, eyes wet but shining with trust and relief. Jaehyun buried his face against Jungkook's chest, small hands clutching his father’s shirt, reassured once more. Jaeha, sensing the calm, nestled further into the curve of his arm, tiny fingers curling into his shirt, letting out a soft, contented coo.
Jungkook finally exhaled, slow, trembling, releasing just enough to lift his gaze. Every beautiful feature, every mark, every perfect inch of his mate and pups...they were alive. Safe. Whole.
His chest rumbled low, a vibration of pure gratitude, not a growl this time. “We…we’re okay,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “All of us.”
Taehyung approached, careful, placing a firm, grounding hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You did good, Boss. You kept them safe. That’s all that matters.”
Jungkook nodded, still holding Jimin’s hand, fingers curling possessively around the small hands of his pups. Jaehyun leaned into him, Jaeha resting against his chest, and the morning sunlight...once soft and golden...now seemed to form a halo around them, a shield of warmth and protection.
The world had tried to steal them, had tried to burn them away, but it had failed. Together, they were unbreakable. Together, they were home.
And for Jungkook, that was all that ever mattered.
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Jungkook carried Jaeha carefully in his arms, the tiny boy warm and soft against his chest, while Jaehyun’s small hand clutched at his jacket, grounding himself in the alpha’s presence. Jimin’s fingers were threaded tightly with Jungkook’s own, a lifeline tethering him to the calm he still struggled to fully feel.
As they stepped into the nest, the familiar softness of their bed, blankets fluffed and pillows waiting, wrapped them in a cocoon of home and safety. Every fiber of Jungkook’s body remained taut with adrenaline, muscles coiled and ready, but seeing his mate and pups unharmed anchored him, if only slightly.
Jungkook carefully laid Jaeha and Jaehyun together in the center of the bed, tucking the blankets snugly around their small bodies. Jaeha’s chest rose and fell in quiet rhythm, eyelids fluttering as the exhaustion of early infancy claimed him, while Jaehyun curled slightly toward his brother, still clutching his stuffed wolf, wide-eyed but visibly soothed by the safety of the nest.
Jimin sank onto the bed on one side of the pups, trembling slightly, every nerve still raw from the morning’s terror. Jungkook settled on the other side, keeping his body close and protective, his arm draped carefully over the three of them. Jimin and Jungkook formed a living shield around their children, hearts aligned, senses alert yet slowly beginning to ease.
The warmth of their shared bodies, the soft rise and fall of the pups between them, and the familiar scent of Jimin grounding him, reminded Jungkook that they were alive, safe, and here...together.
Jungkook leaned over, pressing a long, trembling kiss to Jimin’s lips, tasting the faint tang of honey and the residual fear clinging to him, grounding himself in the truth of their survival. He murmured low growls of reassurance, barely more than vibrations in his chest. “All of you...mine. Safe. Mine.”
Minutes passed, each one stretching as the adrenaline slowly ebbed. The pups’ breathing evened, tiny sighs punctuating the soft rustle of blankets and sheets, signaling that sleep was finally winning. Jimin nestled closer, eyelids heavy, warm body pressed to Jungkook’s side, exhaling a slow, shuddering breath as his muscles relaxed. Jaehyun’s small hand drifted from Jungkook’s jacket, palm flattening against his chest in comfort, while Jaeha nuzzled slightly into his blanket, tiny lips curling in subconscious contentment.
Jungkook remained at the edge of the bed, vigilant still, the protective instinct never fading. His fingers brushed a stray lock of Jimin’s hair from his forehead, smoothing it down gently, before tracing Jaehyun’s dark hair and adjusting Jaeha’s blanket to ensure every part of them was safe and warm. The nest, once a site of terror and near loss, was now calm, the three he loved most in the world cradled and secure in a bed he would defend with his life if necessary.
The quiet was suddenly broken by the soft chime of his phone. Jungkook’s chest tightened as he pulled it from his pocket, Taehyung’s name flashing across the screen. He swiped open the message, eyes scanning the words in tense disbelief:
Boss, please call a meeting now. Time is running out. I have things that need to be discussed. Alexei’s plan isn’t done.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, muscles coiling with instinctive readiness. He glanced down at his sleeping omega and pups, heart hammering. The world outside their nest was still dangerous, unforgiving, but for this moment...this fragile, golden moment...they were safe. That was all that mattered.
Fingers flying over the screen, he replied quickly, deliberately:
Have everyone meet in the war room. I’ll be there in five. Keep eyes sharp.
For a long, slow moment, he let his gaze drift over them again: the gentle rise and fall of Jimin’s chest, each breath heavy with relief; Jaehyun’s tiny features, serene and trusting in his Eomma’s embrace; Jaeha’s delicate, perfect hands and soft sighs as sleep pulled him deeper. Every detail, every expression, every scent and tremor, was etched into his memory, a reminder of what he would fight for without hesitation.
Finally, Jungkook let out a shaky, controlled exhale, the warmth of the nest sinking into his bones. He pressed a lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple, fingers brushing lightly across the curve of Jaeha’s cheek and Jaehyun’s hair. The world outside waited, dangerous and unforgiving, but inside the nest, inside the bed where his mate and pups rested, Jungkook felt a rare, momentary peace.
Even as he prepared to step back into the storm, his heart remained tethered to them, anchored by the certainty that this...this family, this bed, this nest...was his. He would protect it with every fiber of his being.
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The war room was dim, the only light coming from sleek overhead fixtures that cast sharp, angular shadows across maps, monitors, and stacks of files. The air was thick with the hum of electronics, the faint scent of coffee, and the underlying tension that radiated from the inner circle of the Nocturne Syndicate. Every figure in the room was coiled, alert, each movement taut, each gaze dangerous.
Jungkook’s eyes burned like storm clouds, jaw clenched so tightly it left a faint crease across his cheek. He recounted the morning’s events with a cold, calculated fury, though the tremor in his voice betrayed the storm of emotion beneath. “A bomb was planted in Jimin’s car. My mate…my pups…” He swallowed hard, forcing his next words out with measured control. “I got them out. All of them are safe. But…this? This is unacceptable.”
Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi froze, the words hanging like smoke in the air. Yoongi’s hand clenched against the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. “They…almost didn’t make it?” His voice was quiet, but sharp enough to slice through the tension.
Jungkook’s chest rumbled, low and menacing. “Yes. They were minutes from death.” His dark eyes flicked over each member of the inner circle. “And Alexei will pay with his blood for this.”
Taehyung, standing near the array of tactical monitors, stepped forward, posture stiff but composed. Jungkook’s gaze snapped to him. “Taehyung. Speak. Everything you know...now.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened. He let a long breath out before replying, deliberate and precise. “The explosion was designed to kill Jimin and the pups. Alexei believed it would render you weak… weak enough for him to take over your empire. Once the Jimin and the pups were gone...and you were on your knees...Alexei and the Volkovs intend to storm the mansion. Guns blazing. By tomorrow night, they expect the Nocturne Syndicate to have a new leader.”
Silence fell like a heavy fog, thick with disbelief, rage, and the electric charge of imminent retaliation. The words hung in the air, a tangible weight pressing down on each person in the room.
Jungkook’s entire body stiffened, dark eyes flaring. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, he slammed his fist into the table. The impact reverberated through the room, rattling monitors and scattering loose papers. He began to pace, each step deliberate, muscles coiled, rage and adrenaline feeding off each other. “Does anyone have a plan?” he demanded, voice low but edged with lethal authority.
Hoseok finally spoke, voice cutting through the tension. “Jungkook…Alexei has eyes on Jimin right now. He’s waiting for him to leave the house. He wants to watch his ‘success.’” Hoseok’s eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating. “Here’s what we do: we make it look like Jimin and the pups are still in the car on their way to the library. We'll blow the car up. He’ll think his plan worked. He’ll expect you to be beside yourself in grief. But tomorrow, when they come for the mansion…they’ll meet fire with fire. We’ll be ready. Light their fucking asses up. Real blaze of glory shit.”
Jungkook halted mid-stride, eyes hardening to obsidian. The storm of rage in him burned brighter, but beneath it was a razor-sharp clarity. His lips curved into a grim smile. “Hoseok’s right. Let them believe they’ve won…then we’ll show them exactly what happens when anyone touches my family.”
Namjoon’s calm, measured voice cut through the tension. “Positions, entry points, contingencies for every possible angle. Nothing left to chance. If they think they can take the mansion, they’re walking straight into a trap they won’t survive.”
Yoongi’s fingers drummed slowly, a deliberate, menacing rhythm. “Every operative. Every weapon. Every resource we have. They won’t know what hit them…until it’s too late.”
Jungkook’s gaze swept the room like a predator, landing on each member of his inner circle, imprinting the resolve, the loyalty, the shared understanding of what needed to be done. “Good. Tonight, we set the stage. Tomorrow…they die.”
Taehyung’s hands moved deftly over the tactical screens, already plotting the decoy and positioning their assets. “I’ll make the car decoy perfect. Alexei will never know it’s a trap.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled low, a sound of satisfaction mixed with barely restrained fury. “Then let’s make them regret ever thinking they could threaten my family. No mistakes. No mercy.”
The war room was heavy with tension, every man seated around the long oak table aware of what was at stake. Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence, deep and commanding.
“Also, I want all omegas and pups to go into the safe room in the cellar.” His dark eyes swept across the table. “Jimin, Jin, Hoseok. And the pups...Jaehyun, Jaeha, Min-gi. They don’t leave until this is finished.”
Yoongi nodded instantly, his agreement sharp and absolute. “He’s right. That’s the safest place for them.”
But Hoseok slammed his palm against the table, eyes blazing. “Hell no. I’m not going to sit underground while the rest of you fight. I can fight too, Jungkook. I’m not useless.”
Yoongi’s growl rumbled through the room before Jungkook could even answer. His alpha scent spiked, heavy and unyielding. “Enough, Hoseok.” His voice was low, dangerous. “This is non-negotiable.”
Hoseok turned toward him, eyes wide with disbelief. “Yoongi...”
“No.” Yoongi leaned forward, every word sharp as a blade. “I can’t protect this family if I’m worried about you. You’re my mate, Hoseok. You’re going to the safe room with the others, and you’re going to stay there until I come for you. That’s final.”
The air was thick with his dominance, his growl echoing off the walls. Hoseok’s lips parted, anger flashing, but one look into Yoongi’s eyes told him this wasn’t a fight he could win. His chest rose and fell, and finally he slumped back into his chair, muttering, “Damn it…”
Jungkook’s fist slammed onto the table, making everyone jump. “Yoongi’s right. I won’t risk them. Any of them. The omegas and pups are our priority. They go down into that safe room and the rest of us…” He glanced at Yoongi, Namjoon, then at Taehyung. “…we’ll hold this mansion and burn Alexei to the ground.”
Silence fell, the weight of his words sinking in.
Hoseok dragged a hand over his face, still tense, but he didn’t argue again.
Yoongi reached out, brushing his hand against his mate’s under the table...subtle, grounding. His voice dropped, softer but still firm. “Trust me, Hoseok. I need you safe.”
The plan was set.
The room fell into a taut silence, each operative feeling the weight of the storm about to be unleashed. Outside, the city carried on obliviously, unaware that the Nocturne Syndicate’s wrath was already in motion...and by tomorrow, the mansions hallways would run red.
Chapter 39
Summary:
The storm has arrived.
Notes:
Lord this was so nerve-wracking to write! My anxiety was through the roof lol.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The garage was quiet, almost unnaturally so, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights and the occasional clink of metal as Taehyung made the final adjustments in the back of the black SUV. Weighted sandbags lay hidden beneath blankets, molded to mimic a small family curled up for a nap. A child’s car seat sat upright in the rear, draped with clothes that suggested a tiny occupant. Every fold, every shadow, every subtle curve had been scrutinized until the decoy looked horrifyingly convincing.
Yoongi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp and unblinking as he studied the vehicle. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the garage door, casting streaks across the hood, illuminating the meticulous details Taehyung had crafted. “It’s afternoon now,” Yoongi murmured, voice low, tight with controlled tension. “Alexei is still watching the mansion. He thinks Jimin and the pups are about to leave.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened as he slid the driver’s door closed, the click echoing ominously in the quiet space. “He won’t know the difference,” he said, voice low but resolute. “By the time he realizes, it’ll be too late. No one’s inside.”
Yoongi’s gaze flicked to a van parked at the edge of the garage, its engine idling quietly. “Let’s move,” he said. “We’ll follow from a distance, make sure nothing goes wrong.”
The two climbed inside the van, the engine’s rumble steady beneath them. The tinted windows offered complete concealment while giving a clear line of sight to the decoy SUV as it rolled toward the exit. Yoongi’s hands rested lightly on the wheel, eyes trained on every movement, every shadow. Muscle and sinew coiled beneath his calm exterior, ready for immediate action.
When the SUV reached the intersection predetermined for the illusion, Taehyung pressed the remote trigger. The car exploded in a violent bloom of fire and smoke, shards of glass scattering across the asphalt, flames licking hungrily at the tires. The timing was perfect, each detail calibrated to mimic the chaos Alexei had hoped for...an omega and his pups reduced to ash.
Yoongi’s hand moved to his phone instinctively, fingers deftly dialing Jungkook. The call connected, and the alpha’s voice rumbled, taut with barely contained tension.
“We just blew the decoy,” Yoongi reported, voice clipped, precise. “Exactly like we planned. Alexei will think Jimin and the pups are gone.”
A low, controlled growl came through the line. “Good,” Jungkook replied, every syllable a sharp edge. “Keep eyes on him. Make sure he doesn’t sniff anything out.” His chest rose and fell with the steadiness that came from knowing, for now, his family was truly safe.
Yoongi ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket, exchanging a brief glance with Taehyung. There was a spark of shared satisfaction in that look, the tiniest smirk hiding beneath their usual masks of professionalism. The illusion had worked. The decoy SUV had done its job perfectly.
“They’ll bite,” Yoongi murmured, eyes narrowing, voice a low, dangerous hiss. “They’ll think it’s over. They’ll think they’ve won.”
Taehyung exhaled, letting his hands relax slightly on the wheel. “Until tomorrow,” he said, voice low but heavy with anticipation. “Then the real fun begins.”
The fire from the decoy still burned in the distance, casting a vivid red-orange glow across the road, a perfect illusion of destruction. But inside the mansion, the real family slept safely, the peaceful rise and fall of their chests untouched by the chaos their enemies had been made to believe had consumed them.
Yoongi’s gaze returned to the mansion, dark and unwavering. “Let them think their plan worked,” he said, voice cold and lethal. “Tomorrow… we show them exactly what happens when they try to touch the Nocturne Syndicate’s family.”
The van idled quietly beside the road, the acrid scent of smoke drifting faintly into the air, a reminder of the trap laid, the deception executed. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that the Syndicate’s vengeance was already in motion, precise and merciless, waiting for the moment to strike.
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The SUVs waited on the sunlit street, engines idling, dust curling around their tires in the afternoon heat. The car sat at the intersection, unaware of the danger about to strike. Alexei’s men sat tense inside their vehicles, eyes fixed on the target, the sunlight glinting off the glass and the metal of their weapons as they gripped the steering wheels and radios, ready to act.
Then the timer hit its mark.
The explosion tore through the street, sharp and sudden. Flames erupted, glass shattered into sparkling shards, and metal twisted violently in the bright afternoon light. The heat radiated outward, making the pavement ripple and the SUVs’ windows tremble.
One of the men fumbled for his secure phone, voice tight with adrenaline. “Boss…it’s done. The Jeon omega…and the pups…they…they didn’t make it.”
A heavy silence fell over the vehicles, broken only by the distant roar of fire. Then Alexei’s chuckle slithered through the speaker...low, dark, and dangerous.
“Good,” he said, calm but terrifying. “Very good.” He let the pause stretch, letting the image of the burning car sink in. “Prepare yourselves for tomorrow. We’re going to war.”
The men exchanged glances, sweat slicked skin glinting in the sunlight. Fear, adrenaline, and grim satisfaction mixed as they imagined the omega and pups gone, their mission complete. They didn’t know the truth...the Jeons had survived. To them, the afternoon fire marked the end of a family.
Smoke rose into the bright sky, black and orange against the sun, curling toward the edges of nearby buildings. Behind the tinted glass of their SUVs, Alexei’s men felt the thrill of the storm to come, the promise of chaos and bloodshed that tomorrow would bring.
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The mansion was quiet in the afternoon, sunlight spilling softly across the floor, brushing over Jimin’s anxious figure near the window. He fidgeted at the hem of his shirt, eyes flicking toward the door as though expecting the morning’s terror to return. Jaehyun’s laughter floated faintly from his room, the little alpha absorbed in his towers of blocks. In the nursery, Jaeha slept peacefully, tiny chest rising and falling in the fragile rhythm of innocence.
Jungkook stepped into the room, boots thumping softly against the hardwood floor, but the weight of him made the air thrum. He paused at the doorway, watching Jimin, taking in the trembling shoulders, the quiver of his fingers. Every fiber of Jungkook’s being ached to shield him from the world, to ensure nothing ever threatened him...or their pups...again.
“Baby,” Jungkook’s voice was soft, but it carried an edge of steel, reverberating against Jimin’s chest. “I need to tell you what’s happening. You need to know exactly what Alexei planned…and what we did to stop it.”
Jimin turned, lips trembling, eyes wide and glossy. “Kook… I...I keep thinking about the bomb. I can’t stop seeing it…feeling that fear.”
“I know,” Jungkook murmured, stepping closer, hand brushing over Jimin’s cheek, tilting his face so their eyes met. “Alexei had someone plant it in your car. He thought he could take you and the pups…break me and make me weak. He's going to storm the mansion with his men, take everything. That’s what tomorrow is about...he’s coming here, expecting me to be weak.”
Jimin’s throat constricted, his hands clutching at his stomach. “I...I can’t…I can’t survive losing you, Kook. I...” His voice cracked, sobs threatening to overtake him.
Jungkook closed the distance, wrapping his arms around Jimin, pressing him flush against his chest. He kissed the top of his head, the crown, the temple...slow, grounding, desperate, marking him as his. “Baby…listen to me. Today, we turned it around. The decoy SUV...we made it look like you and the pups were inside. Alexei believes you’re gone…but you’re here. All of you are safe.”
Jimin trembled in his arms, tears soaking Jungkook’s shirt. “I…I’ll die if anything happens to you…”
“You won’t,” Jungkook whispered, tilting Jimin’s face up, pressing their lips together in a long, searing kiss, slow and possessive. “You, Jaehyun, Jaeha...you’re my reason for living.” He kissed along Jimin’s jaw, nuzzling his neck, trailing soft, desperate kisses down to the collarbone. “That’s why tomorrow, you and the pups...Jin and Hoseok too...go to the safe room in the cellar. It’s non-negotiable. I will protect you while I handle the rest. No one touches you. Not ever.”
Jimin’s arms snaked around Jungkook’s neck, clutching him tightly, sobbing openly. “I can’t…I can’t live without you, Kook. I don't want to…”
Jungkook’s own eyes glistened, heart shattering at the sight of his mate’s fear. He pressed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead, then the tip of his nose to his lips. “Baby…you’re breaking my heart crying like this. But you have to trust me. I’m coming for you. Always. I swear it.” He held Jimin close, pressing his face into the base of his neck, lips brushing and biting softly in an attempt to ground them both. “You and our pups…that’s everything to me. I will not leave this room without knowing you’re safe.”
Jimin buried his face in Jungkook’s chest, letting his sobs shake him, lips brushing against Jungkook’s mating bite in desperate clinging. Jungkook stroked the back of his head, kissed the crown of it, then their entwined hands, murmuring soothing words, grounding them in the warmth of their nest.
He tilted Jimin’s face up, brushing his lips over the tear-streaked cheeks, pressing soft, lingering kisses to his forehead, temples, and the curve of his jaw. “Baby…breathe. Listen to me. I need you to understand how safe you and the pups are going to be tomorrow morning.”
Jimin’s hands clutched at Jungkook’s chest, tears still spilling freely. “I…I don’t know if I can…if I can trust that…”
“You can,” Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing over Jimin’s again, slow and grounding. “I’ve made sure of it. The safe room…it’s big, spacious. Enough room for all of you to move around, play, rest. There’s a bathroom with a shower and toilet, fully stocked. Plenty of food, water, everything you’ll need for a month. No one’s touching you in there.”
Jimin’s lower lip trembled. “A month…Kook…”
“Yes...just in case, baby” Jungkook said, pressing a kiss to his lips, lingering longer this time. “And you’re going to bring a few clothes for yourself and the pups, plenty of diapers for Jaeha, and some toys for Jaehyun so he can stay busy. Everything you need to stay comfortable and safe. That room…it’s your fortress. Our fortress.”
Jimin’s tears flowed freely now, fresh sobs rattling his chest. “How am I supposed to...to rest without...without you beside me holding me?"
Jungkook wrapped his arms tighter, holding him close, rocking him gently. He pressed kisses along Jimin’s hairline, the crown of his head, down to the side of his face. “You won’t have to,” he whispered. “I’m going to be here, always. You, the pups…that’s my world. First thing tomorrow morning, you and all the omegas and pups go down there. Jin, Min-gi, Hoseok…all of you. I’ll make sure of it. Nobody touches you while I handle the rest.”
Jimin buried his face in Jungkook’s chest again, trembling, sobbing softly but letting himself be soothed. Jungkook held him tightly, pressing gentle kisses to his temple, over his eyelids, murmuring, “You’re safe, baby. So safe. I’m not leaving this world without knowing you’re safe. I promise you that. Every single one of you…mine. Protected. Always.”
Their lips met again in a long, grounding kiss, slow and possessive, mingling comfort with desire, calming fear with touch. Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a low, reassuring growl, his hands firm and steady on Jimin’s back.
“My beautiful baby… I’ve got you,” he whispered, brushing his nose against Jimin’s temple, lingering in the warmth of the moment.
Jimin’s fingers curled into Jungkook’s shirt, holding on as if to anchor himself to reality. Jungkook’s lips brushed over the top of Jimin’s head once more, down the side of his neck, soft, grounding kisses, his chest rumbling in a low, reassuring growl.
Jimin exhaled shakily, his sobs slowing, eyelids heavy, but trust and relief slowly filling the cracks of his fear. Jungkook pressed one last kiss to his forehead, tilting his face up to meet his eyes. “Rest tonight, baby. Hold onto me. We face tomorrow together…and I promise, I will come back for you every time.”
In his bedroom, Jaehyun’s quiet laughter continued, unaware of the tension but safe in his father’s plans. In the nursery, Jaeha slept on, unaware but protected by the fortress Jungkook was meticulously preparing, each heartbeat, each kiss, a silent vow: nothing would harm them.
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That night the mansion was hushed, shadows long across the old hardwood floors. Jungkook moved quietly, carrying Jaeha to his crib, tucking the tiny pup beneath the blankets with careful, almost reverent hands. Jaeha’s small hands curled around the blanket, eyelids fluttering in sleep, unaware of the storm waiting beyond the walls.
“Goodnight, baby peach,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before settling him gently.
Jaehyun sat on the edge of his bed, stuffed wolf clutched tightly. He yawned and blinked up at Jimin, who was smoothing down the sheets and fluffing his pillows. “Sleep tight, baby,” Jimin whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his son’s forehead. Jaehyun’s small hands reached up, hugging Jimin’s neck, eyes already drooping.
Jungkook watched quietly from the doorway, chest tight. He knew how much Jimin carried...the fear, the grief, the relentless need to keep their little family safe.
Once the pups were asleep, Jimin moved toward their small dresser, opening drawers and beginning to pack clothes and essentials for the safe room in the cellar. He folded tiny shirts and onesies, slipping them carefully into a duffel bag. Diapers for Jaeha were stacked neatly beside it, small toys for Jaehyun tucked into a side pocket.
Jimin sniffed softly, tears welling in his eyes. He bit his lip, letting a small sob escape as he packed. The weight of tomorrow...the knowledge that Jungkook would be facing Alexei and his men...pressed down on him.
Jungkook stepped closer, placing a strong hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “Hey,” he murmured, voice low and grounding. “Shh…baby, you don’t have to do this alone. I’ve got you. All of you.”
Jimin turned slightly, eyes red and glistening, voice trembling. “I'm just…I'm so afraid. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Jungkook crouched to meet his gaze, lifting Jimin’s hands to kiss each finger gently. “I'll be careful, baby. I swear. I'll be wearing a bulletproof vest…I'll be protected. I promise.”
Jimin’s shoulders shook as he sniffed again, clutching the small duffel closer. Jungkook drew him into a firm embrace, pressing kisses to the crown of his head, over his temples, and down to his jaw. “I’m coming back for you. Always. That’s my job. That’s what I do. You have to trust me, baby.”
“I do,” Jimin whispered, resting his face against Jungkook’s chest, the sound of his quiet sobs muffled by the alpha’s warmth. “I… I just…”
“You’re safe,” Jungkook repeated, rocking him slightly, low growl rumbling in his chest. “All of you. Mine. Always.”
Jimin took a shaky breath, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand, finally letting himself believe the words.
“Come shower with me,” Jungkook said, low and steady, possessiveness threading through every word.
Jimin’s chest tightened from the day’s stress, but he nodded, following Jungkook into the bathroom, trusting him completely.
Jungkook reached in and turned on the shower, letting the warm water run. Steam curled through the room as he adjusted the temperature perfectly. He turned back to Jimin. “Lift your arms, baby,” he murmured.
Jimin obeyed, and Jungkook peeled his own shirt off over his head, letting it drop to the wet floor. Then he bent down and carefully removed Jimin’s shorts and underwear. Jimin stepped out, nudging them aside, his skin glistening under the steam, bare under Jungkook’s steady gaze.
Jungkook stripped slowly, letting the water run over him, then pressed close. Together, they stepped fully under the warm spray. Jungkook’s hands roamed over Jimin’s shoulders, down his sides, across his chest and stomach, lingering possessively, grounding him.
“You don’t have to be afraid here,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I won’t ever let anything happen to you, baby. Not ever.”
“I… I trust you,” Jimin whispered, leaning into him, shivering from more than the heat of the water.
Jungkook kissed along Jimin’s cheek, jaw, and neck, teeth grazing lightly, sucking and marking him. “I know,” he murmured, capturing Jimin’s lips in a slow, searing kiss. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed, and Jimin gasped, pressing closer, arms wrapping around Jungkook’s shoulders, grinding slightly as he felt the slick warmth of their bodies pressed together.
Jungkook lifted him slightly, pressing him flush against his chest. “You’re mine,” he growled. “All of you… mine.”
Jimin’s legs wrapped instinctively around Jungkook’s waist. Every press of Jungkook’s hands, every slide of his body against Jimin’s, sent shivers of heat and need through him. Jungkook leaned down, nipping along his neck, sucking, marking, claiming, while holding him tight under the warm shower.
Then Jungkook positioned himself and slid into Jimin slowly, letting him adjust fully to the depth. Jimin gasped loudly, fingers clutching Jungkook’s shoulders as he felt himself completely filled. Jungkook began a slow, deliberate rhythm, pressing him flush against the wall with each thrust, hips snapping with purpose.
Jimin’s back arched, soft moans and gasps spilling over the roar of the shower. “K-Kook… harder…” he whimpered, hips moving to meet every thrust. Jungkook’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him flush with each stroke, and Jimin shivered, slick wetness coating their bodies.
Jungkook leaned down, teeth grazing along his neck, biting and sucking as he held him close. One hand roamed over his ass, gripping tight, the other pressed against his lower back, driving him flush, knot swelling as he pushed deeper. Every motion was possessive, deliberate, and grounding.
“Come for me… mine,” Jungkook growled, voice rough and low. He increased the pace, each thrust longer, deeper, harder. Jimin cried out, shivering under the relentless rhythm, curling around Jungkook as the pleasure built.
Jimin’s body trembled as wave after wave of sensation rolled through him. He moaned, hips jerking, fingers digging into Jungkook’s shoulders as he let himself go, shuddering against his mate. Jungkook followed shortly after, knotting him, swelling inside him as he filled him completely, holding him flush and tight. Their bodies pressed together, slick and hot under the shower spray, every movement charged with possession and desire.
Jungkook stayed inside him, knot still swollen, holding him flush against the wall as their heartbeats slowed together, the heat of the water mixing with their sweat and sex. He pressed kisses to Jimin’s hair, neck, shoulders—gentle now, possessive, protective.
“Mine… always mine,” Jungkook whispered, voice rough with both lust and tenderness.
When his knot went down and finally popped free, Jungkook growled and shifted him, guiding Jimin to lean against the shower wall and bend over. He entered him hard from behind, knot swelling up, thrusting deeper, harder. Jimin gasped, reaching back with one hand and grabbing Jungkooks ass, pulling him closer, back arching, chest pressing against the tiles. Jungkook’s hands roamed over Jimin’s ass and back, gripping him tight, claiming every inch.
Jimin cried out, wet and trembling, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through him. “K-Kook… harder… please…”
Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He increased the pace, driving into Jimin with controlled, punishing rhythm, knot pulsing inside, pressing every inch into him. Jimin shuddered around him again, hips jerking involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him.
Then Jungkook pulled Jimin slightly upright, capturing him in a deep kiss, teeth grazing, tongues tangling, and pressed his body flush. He began thrusting slowly again, letting Jimin rock into him. He trailed one hand along Jimin’s breasts that were full of milk, down to his stomach, pressing, teasing, grounding him as he rode the rhythm.
“Mine…all mine,” Jungkook growled, voice rough, throat low and vibrating.
Jimin whimpered, trembling, legs tightening instinctively as he reached again toward climax. Jungkook’s thrusts became more deliberate, harder, knot swelling, knotting him again, filling him completely. Jimin gasped, moaning, nails digging into Jungkook’s shoulders, body trembling uncontrollably.
Jungkook let them ride together, knot still locked, pressing every inch into Jimin, until both were shivering and spent, bodies pressed together under the spray, completely soaked and slick. He pressed kisses to Jimin’s hair, neck, shoulders...gentle now, possessive, protective.
“Mine… always mine,” Jungkook whispered, voice rough but tender.
Jimin laid his face against the tile, trembling, letting the warmth, safety, and possessiveness wash over him. He shivered under the aftershocks, utterly exhausted but completely content. For the first time that day, he could breathe fully, unguarded, utterly home in his mate’s arms.
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The morning sunlight spilled softly through the windows, catching dust motes in its golden glow. Jungkook moved quietly through the bedroom, pausing to take in the small, peaceful forms of his pups. He lifted Jaehyun first, feeling the little boy’s warmth against him, the soft weight of sleep still in his body. The child rubbed his eyes and let out a small squeak, hands clinging tightly to Jungkook’s shirt as if refusing to let go.
“Morning, my baby,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Jaehyun’s head. He inhaled his pup’s scent, letting it ground him, the familiar sharp, comforting tang of their bond steadying his racing thoughts. “Appa’s here. Appa’s right here.”
Jaehyun sniffled softly, nestling closer, but the tears already glimmered in the corners of his eyes. Jungkook’s chest tightened...he hated seeing his boy scared, hated that the world had forced him into a corner where safety was fragile.
He kissed Jaeha next, cradling him close. The little one yawned against his chest, soft and sleepy, letting Jungkook nuzzle his hair and breathe him in. His scent mingled with Jungkook’s own, a comfort and a tether to the family he would protect no matter the cost.
Then he crouched slightly to embrace Jimin, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of his head. Jimin’s eyes met his, calm but tinged with worry, and Jungkook felt a small ache. Even his mate, so strong and steady, carried the weight of what was coming. The warmth of his mates and pups filled him, grounding him, giving him a reason to keep moving forward despite the danger looming over them.
“Jaehyun,” Jungkook said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes, trying to keep his own voice steady. “You’re going to go downstairs with Eomma and Jaeha for a little while… to the safe room in the cellar. Appa has to handle something first, but I need you to help me protect them while we’re there.”
Jaehyun’s bottom lip trembled, tears welling in his eyes. “B-But… I want you to come with us, Appa…” he sniffled, tiny fingers clutching Jungkook’s shirt.
Jungkook tightened his arms around him, rocking him gently. “I know, baby… I know. I wish I could be everywhere at once. But I need you to be strong for me. Can you do that?” His voice was low and soothing, possessive and reassuring all at once, trying to anchor the boy’s fear with certainty.
Jaehyun sniffled again, blinking through tears, and nodded. “I… I can help you, Appa,” he whispered, voice small but determined.
“That’s my boy,” Jungkook murmured, gathering him closer, pressing his lips to the top of Jaehyun’s head. He inhaled deeply, scenting him fully, letting his possessiveness wrap around the boy like armor. “And don’t worry… Bam’s coming with us too. You won’t be alone, baby.”
Jaehyun’s eyes brightened at the mention of his older pup friend, the edge of fear softening slightly in his chest. Jungkook felt a flicker of relief, holding him a heartbeat longer, pressing a hand to his back before setting him down carefully.
Next, he scooped Jaeha into his arms, cradling him close. The little boy nuzzled into his chest, sleepy and trusting. “You be a good boy, baby peach,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and tender, brushing a thumb across his hair. “Appa will be back for you all soon.” He kissed the top of Jaeha’s head, letting his scent surround him like a shield, willing the boy to feel safe in the way only his presence could promise.
Finally, Jungkook turned to Jimin, letting his gaze linger a moment longer. There was a quiet tension in Jimin’s eyes, a mixture of concern for their pups and trust in him. “Ready, baby?” he asked, voice firm yet gentle.
Jimin nodded, stepping closer and letting himself be embraced, small comfort in the chaos of the morning. Jungkook held him for a heartbeat longer, inhaling his mate’s familiar scent, feeling the weight of protection pressing down on him, before leading the three of them toward the stairs.
“Bam, let’s go,” Jungkook told the Doberman that was sleeping at the foot of their nest. The dog’s ears perked up immediately, and he bounced to his paws, tail wagging softly. He fell into step beside them as if he had always known this was his place...watching over the family, ready for whatever came next.
Jungkook glanced down at Jaehyun and Jaeha, his heart tightening at the sight of their small, sleepy forms. “Alright, little ones,” he murmured, crouching to adjust Jaeha in his arms. “Down to the safe room we go. Appa’s right here. Nothing’s going to happen while I’m with you.”
Each step downward carried the heavy awareness of danger, but also the quiet determination to keep his family safe. His arms were full, his heart heavy, but steady...he would move mountains if he had to, because these were his mates and pups, and he would never let them fall.
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The group descended the stone stairs in single file, each footfall echoing sharply against the hard walls. Jungkook carried Jaeha carefully in his arms, supporting his tiny head and body, while Jaehyun clung tightly to his hand. Bam padded faithfully beside them, alert and attentive. Each step was deliberate; Jungkook murmured soft reassurances, pressing gentle kisses to the pups’ heads and scenting them, letting them know they were safe despite the cold, hard stone beneath their feet.
At the bottom, the safe room opened up...spacious, fortified, and fully stocked. Comfortable chairs and soft blankets were arranged along the walls, bins of food and water neatly lined up, shelves holding toys, books, and games for Jaehyun and Min-gi, and security monitors displayed every corner of the mansion. Everything had been prepared to ensure comfort, safety, and readiness. The air carried the faint scent of clean linen and antiseptic, grounding everyone in the knowledge that, for now, they were protected.
Jungkook lowered himself onto a soft blanket on the floor, cradling Jaeha against his chest. The tiny baby nestled against him instinctively, fingers curling around his shirt. Jungkook pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you, baby peach. Appa’s right here, and I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmured softly, letting his scent wrap around the baby like a shield. Jungkook gently sat him in the bassinet he'd had brought down, making sure he was snug and secure.
He helped Jaehyun settle into a chair with a warm blanket draped over him, Bam lying at his feet. “There you go, my brave boy,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead. “You’re going to help me watch over everyone while we’re here, yeah?”
Jaehyun nodded, sniffing, but a small smile tugged at his lips as he stroked Bam’s head.
Jungkook rose up to Jimin’s height, cupping his mate’s face in his hands. “I love you,” he whispered, thumb brushing away the tears pooling at Jimin’s eyes. “I’m coming back for all of you. I promise.”
Jimin let the tears fall freely, nodding through his sobs. “We’ll be waiting,” he whispered, voice cracking. He bent down to press a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s head and then another to Jaeha’s, letting his love flow into every touch.
Nearby, Hoseok clung to Yoongi, tremors running through his small frame. Yoongi cupped Hoseok’s face with one hand, thumb brushing over his cheek. “I love you, baby. As soon as these fucks are dead, I’ll be back soon,” he murmured, low and firm.
“You fucking better not get hurt,” Hoseok whispered tearfully.
Yoongi’s lips curved into a soft growl as he nipped lightly at Hoseok’s lips, pressing a lingering, possessive kiss. “I promise I won’t,” he breathed, eyes dark with unspoken determination.
At another corner, Namjoon knelt in front of their little alpha pup, Min-gi, holding him tightly. “Watch out for your Eomma while Appa takes care of business, okay?” he instructed gently.
“I will, Appa,” Min-gi replied confidently, though his small hands gripped Namjoon’s jacket.
Namjoon rose to his feet and cupped Jin’s face in his hands, studying every line and curve with intensity. Jin laughed through tears. “What are you staring at?”
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Namjoon said seriously.
Jin’s tears spilled over as he kissed Namjoon, desperate and breathless. “Be safe…I don’t want to see you bleeding on my exam table later,” he whispered.
Namjoon chuckled softly, brushing Jin’s hair back, grounding him with warmth and familiarity.
The alphas exchanged one final glance, nodding silently. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon moved toward the heavy metal door, careful and deliberate. From behind, the omegas and pups watched as the door slid shut, sealing them inside the safe room. Jungkook lingered a heartbeat longer, hand brushing over the metal door, inhaling their scents, letting their warmth settle into him one last time. Then he stepped back, shoulders squared, and followed the others out, leaving his family protected but acutely aware of the storm that awaited outside.
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The heavy steel doors of the war room groaned as Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon, stepped inside. The air was electric, thick with tension and anticipation, every heartbeat magnified in the sterile, metallic room. Overhead lights bounced off polished weapons, stacks of magazines, and bulletproof vests lined against the walls, reflecting sharp, deadly precision. Namjoon’s lieutenants, hundreds of them, moved like trained predators...checking weapons, adjusting vests, and loading magazines with a rhythmic efficiency that spoke of countless battles survived. Eyes were sharp, unblinking, scanning the room and each other in silent coordination.
Taehyung stood at the far end, leaning slightly against the wall, exuding quiet confidence, waiting. The moment Jungkook’s group entered, the room seemed to shrink, every sound...the faint click of a safety, the metallic scrape of a magazine...magnified, heightening the tension until it felt almost tangible.
Without a word, the four alphas moved to the table lined with weapons and ammo. The gleaming metal caught the harsh overhead lights, reflecting every edge, every curve, every potential threat. The table was a cold altar, and the four of them approached it like high priests of war.
Jungkook’s gaze swept the arsenal, calculating with lethal precision. He picked up a pump-action shotgun first, raising it to his shoulder. His fingers flicked through the rounds, checking each shell with a practiced ease, then pumped it once with a single hand. The motion was fluid, deadly, a silent promise that whoever stood in his way wouldn’t walk away.
Next, he reached for two pistols, handling them expertly, checking the bullets and loading the chambers with smooth, deliberate movements. Each click resonated like a heartbeat, echoing in the tension-heavy room, a staccato reminder of the danger waiting outside.
Finally, his hand settled on an assault rifle. He lifted it, weighing it in his hands, sighting down the barrel as if measuring every angle, every potential shot. He imagined each round hitting its mark, each bullet a silent retribution. Satisfied, he set it aside for a moment, slipping on his bulletproof vest with fluid motion before sliding the assault rifle across his shoulders, ready for action.
He grabbed two serated knives from the table, crouching slightly, sliding them into the sides of his boots with precision, their metal whispering against leather. Every detail was deliberate...efficiency, readiness, lethality.
Yoongi stepped forward next, mirroring Jungkook perfectly. Pump-action shotgun, pistols loaded, assault rifle slung, knives tucked in boots...his movements measured, controlled, radiating cold authority. Namjoon followed with a similar precision, calm and commanding, every gesture underscoring the power and control he wielded. Taehyung completed the quartet, eyes sharp, hands steady, the rhythm of their motions syncing like the prelude to a storm about to break.
Once everyone was fully locked and loaded, Jungkook lifted a hand. The room fell silent, the hum of overhead lights the only background noise, punctuated by the faint clicks of weapons settling into place.
“Everyone,” he said, his voice low, deliberate, carrying the weight of command. “Get to your positions and wait. As soon as those doors bust open…” His tone dropped, a growl vibrating through the room like a warning. “…you light these motherfuckers up like it’s the Fourth of July. No mercy.”
Three hundred heads snapped toward him, eyes sharp and faces set in grim determination. The lieutenants moved into position with fluid precision, vests locked, weapons raised, each fully aware that the storm was about to hit and there was no turning back.
Jungkook ran a hand across the table, fingertips brushing against cold steel. He inhaled, letting the weight of the upcoming battle settle into his bones, feeling the rhythm of adrenaline pulse through him. His gaze swept the room, landing on Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung...brothers in arms, his pillars in chaos.
“This ends today,” he murmured, almost to himself, voice low but carrying steel. The four alphas stepped toward the massive doors with their army behind them, shoulders squared, senses heightened, every muscle coiled like a spring. The war outside waited...and they were ready to meet it head-on.
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The alphas and lieutenants lined up in the main room around the staircase and columns, every muscle coiled, weapons drawn and ready. Assault rifles, pistols, and shotguns glinted under the harsh overhead lights. Bulletproof vests hugged their torsos, knives tucked into boots, every detail precise, rehearsed.
Minutes passed in tense silence. Each man’s breathing was measured, ears straining for the faintest sound. Then, a sudden crackle burst through their earpieces, cutting through the stillness:
“THE PERIMETER HAS BEEN BREACHED. GET IN POSITION.”
Jungkook’s eyes snapped up in lethal concentration. In a single fluid motion, he raised his assault rifle and barked, voice echoing off the steel walls like a war cry:
“RAISE YOUR WEAPONS AND STAND YOUR GROUND, SOLDIERS! SHOW NO MERCY!”
The alphas responded instantly, weapons lifted, magazines ready, eyes sharp and deadly. They lined up in rows behind Jungkook, shoulder to shoulder, each man radiating lethal focus. The hum of anticipation settled over the room, thick and electric.
And then it happened.
The heavy double doors of the mansion splintered violently as Alexei stormed through, weapons drawn, his men behind him. Gunfire erupted almost immediately, deafening and chaotic. The air ignited with the smell of gunpowder and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. Echoes bounced off the walls as bullets tore through the room and flesh, alphas returning fire with precision and force, each shot a deadly answer to the intrusion.
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In the safe room, the omegas were huddled around the security monitors, eyes wide as they watched their alphas line up, weapons drawn, and prepare for battle. The room was tense, every heart pounding, the faint hum of the monitors and the pups playing filling the silence.
Jin moved quickly to a nearby cabinet and pulled out noise-canceling headphones. Kneeling, he placed them over the ears of the pups, his voice calm but firm. “Jaehyun, Min-gi…do not take these off until we say it’s okay.”
The boys nodded, clutching the headphones tightly, understanding the gravity of the moment.
Jin returned to the monitors, watching every movement, every flash of the weapons in the main room. Jimin trembled beside him, hands clutching the edge of the table, his face pale and tense, waiting for the inevitable clash.
Suddenly, the double doors of the mansion busted open on the monitors. Hoseok’s hand flew to the screen, his eyes widening. “They’re here,” he whispered, voice tight with fear and adrenaline.
The storm had arrived.
Chapter 40
Summary:
The war has begun.
Notes:
And another chapter is down.
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Chapter Text
ALEXEI
The sun was high, beating down on the sprawling Jeon estate, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. Heat shimmered on the asphalt road leading up to the gates when the first black vans appeared, engines snarling.
Then more and more.
One after another, a convoy of shadows rolling under the bright sky.
Doors slammed open in unison, the sound like thunder rolling across the valley. Two hundred men poured out, boots crunching on gravel and asphalt, rifles gleaming in the harsh daylight. Flak vests, Kevlar, and Russian steel. Their voices barked orders in clipped, guttural tones, a chorus of violence that made the earth itself seem to tremble.
At the head of them all, Alexei Petrov strode forward, his heavy boots deliberate on the gravel. He carried himself like a king at war, broad shoulders squared, eyes locked on the Jeon fortress before him. The massive wrought-iron gates loomed ahead, gleaming black against the sun.
Alexei stopped, his jaw hardening, then raised his fist.
“Подорвите это,” he snarled. Blow it.
A team of his men rushed forward, slapping charges against the base of the gates. The soldiers fell back, shielding their heads.
The world cracked open.
BOOM.
The explosion shattered the air, fire and smoke pluming outward. The wrought-iron gates buckled and tore apart, fragments clattering across the driveway.
“Вперед!” Alexei roared. “FOWARD!”
Like a swarm, the Volkov army surged through the breach, their boots thunder on the stone drive, rifles raised as they pushed toward the mansion.
But then...
Crack! Crack! Crack-crack-crack!
Gunfire rained down from above.
Jungkook’s soldiers were already waiting...at least a hundred of them scattered on the lawn and across the balconies, crouched behind marble columns, hidden in the hedges. Muzzle flashes stuttered in the daylight, unleashing a storm of lead that ripped through the Volkov front lines.
The driveway became a killing field. Men screamed, clutching wounds, their blood spilling dark into the pale gravel. Bodies toppled and writhed under the relentless rain of bullets.
"COVER! COVER!" Alexei’s lieutenants shouted. His army scrambled, diving behind trimmed hedges, crouching low against decorative statues, pressing against the stone pillars that flanked the drive. Gunfire snapped back in violent bursts, bullets splintering columns and chewing through foliage.
The once-pristine Jeon estate bloomed into chaos...brass shells raining down the steps, explosions of dirt and stone erupting as rounds struck.
Alexei stalked forward, fury twisting his scarred face as he barked orders. "KEEP MOVING! DON'T STOP UNTIL WE BREACH!"
Mortars screamed overhead...two of Alexei’s men firing handheld launchers toward the balconies. Stone cracked and smoke belched where chunks of the balustrade exploded outward. A Jeon soldier fell screaming, tumbling onto the driveway with a sickening thud.
The Volkovs pressed on, step by step, dragging wounded back, shoving the able forward. The mansion’s towering double doors loomed closer, like the gates of hell.
Alexei lifted his rifle, squeezing off shots at the balconies as he advanced. Two of his men dropped to their knees, slapping charges against the reinforced wood and steel of the mansion doors. Their hands worked with ruthless precision, sweat pouring under the summer sun.
“CLEAR!”
The soldiers scrambled back.
BOOM!
The double doors exploded inward, wood and iron tearing apart in a deafening roar. Smoke poured into the grand entryway, curling like black fingers into the air.
“GO!” Alexei bellowed, charging through the breach, his men flooding after him.
But then...silence.
They froze.
Inside, The Nocturne Syndicate were waiting.
At the center stood Jungkook himself, big, black-clad head to toe, his broad frame a wall of dominance. His rifle was leveled, his finger steady on the trigger, his face a mask of cold fury. Beside him stood Yoongi, Namjoon, Taehyung...his men forged from steel, eyes burning with bloodlust.
And behind them...rows upon rows of lieutenants. At least 300 hundred men, shoulder to shoulder, rifles raised in perfect synchronization. An unbreakable wall of firepower.
Alexei’s chest rose and fell, his pupils dilating as realization struck him like a blade.
They had known.
The Jeon's had been waiting.
The Volkov's hesitated, just for a heartbeat. Smoke swirled. The air was taut, on the edge of shattering.
Then Alexei bared his teeth, lips pulling back into a feral snarl.
He threw back his head and bellowed, a guttural war cry that shook the walls...
“Огонь!”
“FIRE!”
And the mansion erupted into war.
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JUNGKOOK
The marble floor trembled under the pounding of boots outside. Smoke seeped through the cracks of the gilded double doors, the acrid stench of explosives already snaking into the mansion’s lungs. Every chandelier quivered, crystals chiming like brittle screams.
At the front of the main room, Jungkook stood, black-clad and unmoving, a rifle clenched in his grip like it was welded to his bones. His eyes burned dark and cold, fixed on the shaking doors. His jaw flexed, sharp as the marble beneath his boots.
“HOLD STEADY,” he ordered, voice guttural and loud, primal...an Alpha’s growl given form.
The command shot through the hall like an electric current. 300 hundred men tightened their grips on their rifles, boots rooted, shoulders squared. Yoongi flanked Jungkook’s left, Namjoon his right, Taehyung beside Namjoon, but all of them took their cues from the man in front.
The silence was suffocating, broken only by the metallic click-clack sound as Jungkook and his men thumbed the safety off their weapons and chambered a round with deliberate slowness.
Then...
BOOM!
The doors detonated inward, fire and splinters vomiting across marble. Smoke flooded the hall, swallowing the chandeliers in a choking haze. Alexei’s men surged through the wreckage, a screaming tide of bodies and gunmetal. Then they paused.
Suddenly Alexei threw his head back and let out a battle cry.
“Огонь!”
“FIRE!”
Jungkook’s lips curled back over his teeth.
“NOW!” he roared, voice splitting the smoke like thunder.
The mansion erupted.
Three hundred rifles opened fire at once. The first wave of Volkov soldiers were ripped to pieces before they even cleared the threshold...bodies torn apart, blood splattering the marble in grotesque patterns. Screams pitched high, then cut off as bullets shredded throats, skulls, and spines.
Jungkook was already moving, rifle braced tight, squeezing off bursts with deadly precision. Every shot was final. A man’s head snapped back in a spray of brain matter. Another spun sideways as three rounds ripped through his chest. Jungkook pivoted, fired low...kneecaps exploded, blood painting the floor. He finished them before they could even hit the ground.
A Volkov brute lunged from the smoke with a machete, screaming. Jungkook didn’t flinch. He fired once...half the man’s face evaporated. He shoved the collapsing corpse aside with a brutal kick, reloaded in one fluid motion, and kept firing without missing a beat.
“ADVANCE!” Jungkook’s voice ripped through the main hall. His men surged forward, their leader the tip of the spear.
The main room became a slaughterhouse. Bullets tore through marble pillars, chunks of stone exploding into dust. Statues shattered, stained red as blood spattered up the walls. The chandeliers swayed violently, crystals tinkling over the crack-crack-crack of automatic fire.
Jungkook drove himself into the thick of it. He was merciless, a shadow weaving between gunfire. His rifle barked with unholy rhythm, cutting men down faster than they could reload. One soldier tried to grapple him...Jungkook rammed the barrel under his chin and pulled the trigger, his skull detonating in a rain of gore that slicked Jungkook’s face. He didn’t even blink.
When his mag clicked empty, Jungkook slammed a fresh one home with brutal efficiency. His men matched him, emboldened by his ferocity...an unbreakable wall of death advancing step by step.
The Volkovs fought like rabid dogs, but Jungkook was a beast born of war. His very presence broke them. Men faltered when they saw him, eyes widening before bullets tore them down. Those who charged found only death. Those who hesitated died slower.
“KILL THEM ALL!” Jungkook snarled, voice raw with violence, his teeth bared like the wolf inked across his back.
And the Nocturne Syndicate obeyed.
Bodies piled, blood spread in sheets across the once-pristine marble. Smoke and screams filled the gilded hall until it became unrecognizable, transformed into the throne room of a king who ruled with blood and iron.
Somewhere in that chaos, Alexei stood at the rear, and for the first time, his eyes widened. Because through the haze and the carnage, he saw the truth...
He hadn’t come to break Jungkook.
He’d stepped into the den of a beast.
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SAFE ROOM
The safe room hummed quietly, the faint static of the monitors and the soft whir of the ventilation system the only constant. From above, muffled thumps and distant cracks drifted through the thick walls...the faint echo of bullets striking marble and the low rumble of explosions. The sound was muted but it was enough for the omegas to hear the war raging outside.
In the corner, Jaehyun and Min-gi played side by side on thick blankets, quietly stacking blocks and batting at toys. Large padded headphones shielded their ears, keeping them blissfully oblivious to the chaos above. Their little world was safe, cocooned, and contained.
Jimin sat forward in his chair, Jaeha tucked snug against his chest, the tiny two-month-old pup breathing softly against him. The weight of his mate and their child grounded him, even as his eyes stayed glued to the glowing monitors.
On the largest screen, Jungkook moved like a shadow of death.
The alpha was brutal, precise, unstoppable. Rifle braced, each movement fluid and deadly, he dropped men with clinical efficiency. Smoke curled around him in rolling clouds, bodies fell hard to the floor, and blood streaked the polished stone...but still he advanced. Every step deliberate, every shot claiming a life without hesitation.
Jimin’s chest tightened as the muffled thumps from above pressed faintly against his senses. Fear mingled with awe, pride burning hot in his chest. Jungkook’s ruthlessness was terrifying...but every act of violence was for them...for their safety, for their lives.
Jin’s low, reverent voice cut softly through the room. “That alpha of yours…he’s something else, for sure. I’ve never seen anyone move like him before.”
Hoseok shifted slightly, glancing at the two older pups playing quietly, then back to the monitors. “He doesn’t fight like a man,” he murmured. “He fights like the wolf he is. He's protecting his den.”
Jimin swallowed hard, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Jaeha’s head. “He’s doing it for us…” he whispered, letting the muffled gunfire sink in as a grim reminder of the stakes.
“Yes,” Jin said, nodding. “Every bullet, every drop of blood out there...he’s spilling it so you and those pups never have to.”
Jimin’s fingers curled lightly over Jaeha’s back, grounding himself with the pup’s warmth. For the first time, he didn’t feel like prey. He didn’t feel like someone running, hiding, or afraid. He felt protected, claimed, untouchable because of the presence of the alpha on the other side of the screens.
A shiver ran down his spine as another muffled crack rolled through the room. He whispered, more to himself than anyone else, “He’s ours….he’s doing all of this for us.”
Even as the muted chaos pressed against the thick walls, pride swelled through him. His alpha was everything...ruthless, unstoppable, and utterly devoted. A storm unleashed, but every ounce of that ferocity was for Jimin, for their pups, for their family.
Jimin pressed another soft kiss to Jaeha’s temple, the tiny weight of the pup grounding him. And even through the muted sounds of battle, through the flickering screens and shadows of smoke and blood, he could feel Jungkook’s presence...immovable, commanding, terrifying, and fiercely protective.
He felt protected.
He felt claimed.
And in that moment, Jimin knew with absolute certainty that nothing and no one would ever take him or their pups from the alpha who moved like death incarnate.
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JUNGKOOK
The grand hall was chaos unleashed. Smoke coiled from shattered chandeliers, splintered wood, and scorched marble. The staccato of gunfire ricocheted off gilded walls, punctuated by the screams and thuds of men falling. The air was thick with heat, dust, and the metallic tang of blood.
Jungkook moved like a living storm. Each step precise, each shot merciless. He raised his assault rifle, squeezing off controlled bursts, dropping men before they could even react. A soldier lunged with a knife from behind a toppled column...Jungkook pivoted, two shots point-blank, and the intruder crumpled. No hesitation, no falter. His body was a weapon, a lethal blend of speed, ferocity, and calculated intent.
Yoongi was a shadow beside him, equally lethal. He moved low, fluid, almost silent, every motion exact. A Volkov soldier popped from cover...Yoongi’s pistol cracked twice, and the man slumped, clutching at nothing. Another thought to flank him...Yoongi ducked, slid, and stabbed with a knife from his boot, ending the threat instantly.
Namjoon was an unbreakable wall of force. His rifle barked, and three men went down in seconds. He advanced steadily, firing and ducking, scanning for openings, clearing rooms methodically. His presence alone drained the enemy of morale; hesitation was punished instantly.
Taehyung moved with feral fluidity, weaving through shattered furniture, taking aim, dropping targets before they could react. Knife in hand, he was a whirlwind of deadly precision. Growls cut through smoke and gunfire, warning any who exposed themselves that death was near.
Jungkook’s voice cut like steel through the chaos.
“PUSH FORWARD! DO NOT LET THEM REACH THE CELLAR DOORS! LEAVE NONE STANDING!”
Their men surged with him, a tide of black-clad efficiency and lethal coordination. Every time a Volkov soldier raised his weapon, he was met with fire. Every step they gained cost the enemy blood. The mansion became a storm of destruction...splintered doors, shattered statues, blood-streaked marble...but Jungkook and his lieutenants were untouchable, unstoppable, and terrifying.
A grenade rolled near Yoongi; he kicked it into a corner and fired a precise shot to detonate it safely. Namjoon ducked under a hail of return fire, firing controlled bursts in a deadly arc. Taehyung sprang from behind a fallen statue, knife flashing, sending two soldiers crashing into a wall.
Jungkook reloaded with perfect efficiency, eyes sweeping the room, every muscle coiled for the next kill. He fired, ducked, pivoted...three more bodies fell to the marble under his relentless precision. No pause. No mercy. His presence drove his men, sharpened their focus, turned the hall into a kill zone.
Alexei’s men were disciplined...but inside the mansion, their discipline didn’t matter. For every man they lost, Jungkook’s force advanced, relentless. Every corridor became a death trap, every doorway a fatal gamble. The Volkov army bled fast, their numbers dwindling under the calculated brutality of the Jeon alphas.
Jungkook’s low, feral growl cut through the smoke and screams. “FINISH THEM!”
The hall trembled as the remaining Volkov soldiers pressed forward...only to meet fire, steel, and the unyielding presence of four alphas who moved like predators unleashed. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung mirrored him perfectly, a synchronized storm of violence.
One by one, the last of Alexei’s men fell. Bullets tore through bodies, knives cut deep, and every step they tried to take was met with lethal precision. Finally, the hall went still. The only sound left was the heavy, ragged breathing of Jungkook and his lieutenants, rifles raised, eyes scanning every corner, senses on high alert.
Jungkook’s gaze swept across the battlefield...shattered marble, blood-streaked floors, splintered wood, and bodies lying where they had fallen. He exhaled slowly, then lifted his voice. “Did anyone kill Alexei?”
A rumble of “No’s” echoed from the group, voices tight and cautious.
Then...an explosion.
The sound tore through the quiet, reverberating from the cellar below. Jungkook’s head snapped toward the source, eyes blazing. His entire body tensed, feral and predatory.
“Alexei…” he growled low, teeth bared.
The realization hit like ice: Alexei and his men had made it into the cellar. They’d found the safe room.
Jungkook’s hands tightened around his rifle, his pulse spiking. Every instinct screamed, every muscle coiled. The protective fury of an alpha surged through him, dark and untamed.
“Move!” he barked, voice raw with rage. “Let’s finish this!”
The Jeon alphas surged toward the stairs, boots pounding against the marble, a storm of wrath and precision ready to descend into the cellar where their mates and pups were in mortal danger.
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ALEXEI
Alexei’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the battlefield, the air thick with smoke and the stench of gunpowder and blood. His men...once a disciplined force of over two hundred...now lay sprawled across the marble floors, cut down with ruthless efficiency. The crack of gunfire had turned into screams and thuds as Jungkook and his lieutenants carved a path through the Volkov army.
“Look at them…” Alexei muttered through clenched teeth, jaw tight. “Every man of ours dropping like flies.”
His gaze shifted sharply to the cluster of Jeon soldiers guarding a set of stairs descending into the cellar. They were lethal, methodical, and completely focused. Anyone who came near the cellar entrance was cut down instantly.
“They don’t want us near that cellar door,” he growled, eyes dark with calculation. “That means there’s something down there they’re protecting… and I want to know what it is.”
He barked orders to twenty of his most trusted men. “Follow me. Clear that line. Get us down there.”
The group surged forward, taking out the lieutenants flanking the door with brutal precision. Bullets and screams echoed in the grand hall as Alexei and his men advanced, every step measured, every weapon ready. The Volkovs moved like a single organism, calculated and deadly, pushing toward the descending stairwell.
They reached the steps leading down into the mansion’s lower levels. The dim light of the chandelier above faded as they descended, shadows stretching and flickering across the walls. Dust hung in the air from the earlier explosions, giving the corridor an almost suffocating weight.
The first room they passed was Jungkook’s torture room...metal tables, restraints, and walls lined with instruments that glinted ominously in the dim light. Alexei’s lip curled in a snarl, but he didn’t stop. His focus remained on the final door at the end of the hall.
There it was. A massive, reinforced safe room door, black steel with a digital lock pulsing faintly red. The kind of lock that would take more than brute force to bypass. Alexei’s pulse quickened. This was what Jungkook had been protecting, and he could feel the weight of its importance.
He turned to his ten men, voice low but sharp. “There’s something important in here. Something they’ll kill to protect.”
He gestured to the base of the door. “Place the charge. Clear out!”
The men obeyed swiftly, setting a heavy explosive at the base. Alexei stepped back, anticipation coiling in his chest.
The first detonation shook the cellar violently. Smoke and sparks billowed outward, shards of metal skittering across the floor. Alexei shielded his eyes, letting the dust settle.
When he peered at the door through the haze, his fury flared. The reinforced steel had buckled slightly at the edges, but the digital lock glowed defiantly, untouched. The first charge had barely made a dent.
“Impossible…” he hissed, pressing a hand against the scorched metal. “They’ve armored it better than I thought.”
Alexei’s jaw tightened, and a dark grin of challenge crept across his face. “Fine,” he muttered. “Then we’ll make it hurt.”
He barked orders to his men. “Second charge. Double the power. Don’t hold back!”
Another explosive was set carefully along the door’s reinforced seam, the metal trembling under the weight of the larger charge. Alexei counted down, stepping back, his eyes ablaze with anticipation.
“Clear!” he shouted, giving a sharp whistle.
The cellar erupted. The second charge detonated with a deafening roar, shaking the walls, rattling the lights above, sending concrete dust and metal fragments flying. The safe room door groaned under the force, buckling more dramatically this time, but still, the digital lock glowed stubbornly, unbroken.
Alexei slammed a gloved hand against his thigh, rage flaring. “Damn it!” He spun to his men, voice sharp. “We need the code. Nothing else is going to get us in.”
He stepped closer, inspecting the scorched steel. Sparks sizzled across the surface, but the lock remained untouchable. The safe room stood defiant, a black steel monolith with its secrets intact...unbroken, untouchable…for now.
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SAFE ROOM
The monitors flickered in and out as the battle upstairs raged, each screen a window into chaos. Blood stained marble, shattered chandeliers swung precariously, and Jungkook, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung moved like predators, methodical and unstoppable. Every bullet, every precise movement, every life taken was a shield protecting those below.
Then, a deafening explosion shook the safe room. Dust fell from the ceiling, rattling the lights. The vibration knocked toys from the floor and sent the pups screaming.
“Eomma!” Jaehyun’s small voice pierced the panic as he bolted across the room, tiny legs pumping furiously. He threw himself into Jimin’s arms, burying his face against his shoulder, sobs racking his little body.
Jimin caught him instantly, cradling him close with one arm while the other held Jaeha against his chest. The infant whimpered softly, startled by the blast, but stayed pressed into Jimin’s warmth, soothed by the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Min-gi bolted to Jin, shoving himself into his Eomma's arms. Jin wrapped him tightly, hands stroking his back and head, murmuring low, steadying words. His own scent enveloped the pup, a protective shield against the fear threatening to overwhelm him.
Hoseok’s movements were calm but urgent. He strode over to the monitors and switched the feed to the cellar. The safe room doors glowed ominously on the screen. Alexei and twenty of his men crouched beyond, planting a charge against the steel-reinforced doors.
“They’re trying to get in,” Hoseok said, voice clipped, tension tightening his jaw. His eyes never left the feed.
Jimin’s heart thumped violently in his chest. He pressed kisses to Jaehyun and Jaeha’s heads, holding them close. “Are they going to get inside?” His voice trembled, betraying the fear he refused to let show to the pups.
Hoseok met his gaze. “The walls are reinforced… but nothing is ever a hundred percent. We have to assume they’ll try until they succeed.”
Jimin’s grip on his children tightened instinctively, knuckles whitening. “Stay calm, little ones,” he murmured. “Appa’s not here, but Eomma will protect you.”
Jin soothed Min-gi in the same way, whispering reassurances as the older pup’s breathing slowly returned to normal.
Hoseok moved quickly to the wall where handguns were secured. He pulled three, spinning them expertly, checking the chambers before handing one to Jimin and one to Jin. “They’re loaded,” he confirmed. His sharp gaze flicked to Jimin. “You remember what Jungkook taught you?”
Jimin’s hand tightened on the grip. His eyes were fierce, unwavering. “I remember,” he said firmly.
Hoseok’s eyes moved to Jin, raising an eyebrow. “And you?”
Jin smirked confidently. “Do you know who my mate is? Of course I know how to use a gun. He showed me everything…and explained it in painful detail.”
Hoseok snorted, satisfied, handing him the weapon. “Good. You’re going to need it.”
Another explosion shook the safe room. Dust trickled from the ceiling, and the monitors flickered violently, images jumping as if they were trying to escape the chaos.
Jimin acted instinctively, crouching low and moving the pups into a corner, out of the potential line of fire. He adjusted Jaehyun and Jaeha in his arms, nudging the bassinet closer to Jaehyun. “Stay here,” he said, lifting his headphones briefly. “Whatever you do, don’t move. Stay put.”
Jaehyun nodded, hugging Min-gi and the bassinet, trying to shelter his youngest sibling. Min-gi pressed into the blankets, trembling but silent, eyes wide behind the headphones.
Jimin stood, weapon in hand, back straight. Jin and Hoseok flanked him, the three omegas forming a human shield ready to defend. Every muscle tensed, every nerve alive with anticipation.
The safe room was quiet except for the low hum of the ventilation and the distant echoes of the battle above. Yet tension hung thick in the air, almost tactile, pressing down on their chests with every second.
They could see the steel doors. They could see the enemy beyond them on the monitors, determined, merciless.
Jimin swallowed hard, heart hammering, breathing even, grounding himself. He glanced at the pups once more...small, fragile, yet untouchable here...and let that thought steel his resolve. Whoever came through those doors next would face them. And they were ready.
All three omegas shifted slightly, hands steady on their triggers, eyes locked on the reinforced doors. Their breaths were quiet, measured, but inside each chest, hearts raced in synchronized rhythm with the storm approaching outside.
Every second stretched. Every second counted. And when Alexei and his men made their move… they would be met with deadly force.
Chapter 41
Summary:
Jungkook relocates the omegas and pups to a secret location.
Notes:
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Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The smoke and dust from the cellar charge still hung heavy in the air when a sudden shadow appeared at the top of the stairs. Jungkook led the way, assault rifle raised, his remaining soldiers, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung following in precise formation. Their boots clanged against the stone steps, echoing through the hallway like the heartbeat of a predator.
Alexei froze, momentarily caught off guard, the charge smoke curling around him and his men. The ten Volkov soldiers had their weapons ready, but the sheer presence of the Jeon alphas descending like predators made hesitation inevitable. He had backed himself into a corner.
The alphas moved as one. Jungkook’s rifle trained directly on Alexei, the barrel trembling slightly from the weight of his fury. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung fanned out, guns aimed at the remaining men.
Alexei barked orders, but the momentum had shifted. Jungkook’s men, now flanking behind, moved in unison as Jungkook raised a hand. “Everyone else, fall back. Patrol the mansion upstairs. Make sure no one sneaks past. I’ve got this.”
The rest of Jungkook’s soldiers melted away into the hallways, rifles raised but obedient, leaving the four alphas standing in deadly silence, guns trained on Alexei and his men.
Jungkook stepped closer, boots clicking against the stone, eyes cold and sharp. “Toss your weapons in that corner. Now. Get on your knees.”
There was a tense pause, a heartbeat stretching impossibly long, before the Volkov soldiers slowly tossed their rifles and dropped to their knees. Metal clanged against stone, echoing like finality.
Alexei’s eyes burned with fury, lips curling into a snarl, but even he stayed rooted in place, momentarily outmatched. Jungkook’s gaze swept the room, every line of muscle taut, every breath measured.
“Look at me when I speak,” Jungkook growled. “Toss them and kneel. Any hesitation, and I will end you all without batting an eyelash.”
The men obeyed, weapons clattering to the floor.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked to the four of them...the ones still standing defiantly in the back...but even they shifted, nerves prickling, acknowledging who held control now.
“Good,” Jungkook said, voice low, dangerous. He lowered his rifle slightly, but the tension didn’t leave the air. “Yoongi, Namjoon, Taehyung…leave Alexei alive. The rest of you…” His voice hardened, a lethal promise. “Kill them all.”
A storm of precision and violence erupted as Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung moved simultaneously, unloading their weapons with ruthless efficiency. Each shot, each strike, calculated. Bodies fell in a bloody heap, cries stifled beneath the heavy weight of the alphas’ wrath.
Alexei’s eyes widened as the carnage unfolded around him, his own men disappearing into a tide of death, and Jungkook’s black-clad figure remained unwavering, immovable, the apex of the storm.
When the hall finally fell silent, the only sounds were the heavy breathing of Jungkook and his men. Alexei remained on his knees, eyes burning with hatred, but alive...for now.
Jungkook’s finger rested lightly on the trigger of his assault rifle, barrel trained unwaveringly on Alexei’s chest. “This isn’t over,” he said, voice low, a growl threading through it. “For every tear my omega and pups have shed, it will be stripped from your flesh. But you…you’re done here.”
He glanced at Yoongi and Taehyung. “Get him,” he commanded, voice cold and precise. “Toss him into one of the cells down here. Make sure he can’t move, and make him feel every second of being contained.”
Without hesitation, Yoongi and Taehyung moved forward, grabbing Alexei by the arms and dragging him toward the stairwell that led down into the cold, reinforced cells of the cellar. Alexei struggled, cursing, spitting, but there was no resistance that could match the strength and precision of the alphas.
The echo of metal doors locking behind Alexei reverberated through the hallway as he was thrown roughly inside, chains clanking and securing him in place. Jungkook’s eyes remained dark and lethal, a promise unbroken: no one would touch his family while he drew breath.
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The omegas were lined up in front of the reinforced safe room doors, guns steady in their hands, breaths measured, eyes locked on the monitors. Jaehyun, Jaeha, and Min-gi huddled together with Bam on thick blankets in the corner, large noise-canceling headphones muffling the muffled rumbles of the battle above. The two-month-old Jaeha nestled safely in his bassinet, unaware of the danger, while Min-gi sat close to Jaehyun.
On the monitors, the aftermath of the massacre upstairs was clear. Alexei’s men lay motionless across the marble halls..every threat eliminated. The only movement was Jungkook and his lieutenants, descending the stairs toward the safe room with absolute precision and control.
“Jungkook…” Jimin whispered, gripping his gun tighter.
Hoseok leaned forward, a low laugh escaping him. “The guys have Alexei contained. They’re cornering him.”
The camera showed Jungkook at the front, his posture rigid, rifle in hand, every muscle coiled. He stopped just before the safe room doors, dark eyes scanning the corridor. The omegas watched the screen as Jungkook ordered the men to toss their weapons and get on their knees. Suddenly Jungkook, Yoongi, Namjoon and Taehyung opened fire killing the remaining men.
They watched as Yoongi and Taehyung moved forward, the two alphas moved like shadows, grabbing Alexei and keeping him under control. Every step down the cellar stairs was measured; no sudden movements, no risk to the safe room or its occupants.
Hoseok exhaled, relief washing over him. “We’re safe. Jungkook and the alphas…they held the line.”
Jimin dropped his gun and exhaled in relief, he walked over to his pups pressed his lips to Jaehyun and Jaeha’s heads, whispering softly, “Appa’s got them. We're okay. We're safe.”
The clanging sound of Alexei’s cell door shutting echoed faintly from the below, final and irrevocable. Jungkook stayed at the doors, rifle still steady in his hands, his shoulders broad and protective.
But in the corner, where the pups sat shielded beneath a fortress of blankets and headphones, something shifted. The tension cracked, releasing all the fear that had been braced so tightly inside.
Jimin was the first to move. He reached down in the bassinet where Jaeha lay, the tiny pup kicking softly in his sleep. Carefully, Jimin scooped him up, tucking the infant against his chest, inhaling the milky peach warmth of his scent. Honey and lemons swirled around him, bright but trembling, laced with tears he hadn’t let fall until now. He turned and sank down onto the blanket, Jaehyun immediately curling into his side. Jimin wrapped his arm around him, pulled him tighter to him and kissed his forehead.
Jin followed, sinking down with Min-gi and gently setting the little boy beside Jaehyun so they could lean against one another. Hoseok joined last, his eyes still wet, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s shoulder before sliding into the circle.
No words were needed...just the omega instinct to cling.
Their guns were discarded at their sides as they folded inward, wrapping themselves around their pups and around each other, forming a tight knot of warmth and safety. Jimin buried his face against Hoseok’s neck, inhaling sunshine and lilies, grounding himself in the familiarity of his friends scent. Hoseok leaned into him in turn, catching the honey and lemon softness of Jimin’s scent now spiked with tears. Jin leaned in, pressed his nose to them both, roses blooming in the air, combined with the soft milk-sweetness of his pup.
The pups, sensitive even through their headphones, seemed to sense the shift. Jaehyun nuzzled closer to Jimin, wrapping an arm around Jaeha protectively. Min-gi tucked his tiny hand against Jin’s chest, rubbing softly, as though to reassure him.
The three omegas wept quietly, silently, but together. Relief. Terror. Gratitude. Every tangled emotion spilled out through tears and the brush of cheeks, the squeeze of hands, the press of noses into skin.
Hoseok’s voice broke the silence, hoarse but steady. “We’re here. We made it.”
Jimin rocked gently with his pups in his arms, nodding through his tears. “And we’re safe.” His eyes lifted to the monitor one last time, lingering on Jungkook’s shadow...immovable, vigilant, rifle raised, the wall between them and death. His alpha. Their protector.
A sound suddenly rose softly into the quiet. Hoseok was the first...an instinctive, low rumble deep in his chest, steady and soothing. The sound vibrated through the small circle, warm and soothing. Jimin shuddered, then his own body responded, honeyed purrs rolling out to blend with Hoseok’s. The vibrations sank into his pups, Jaehyun shifting against him with a soft whimper before melting into the rhythm, Jaeha settling in Jimin’s arms with tiny fists curled tight against his chest. Jin closed his eyes, the tightness in his chest breaking, and his own voice joined theirs, roses curling into the mix. Min-gi tucked himself tighter against Jin’s side, his little arms wrapped around his eomma’s waist.
Three different tones, three heartbeats syncing through the vibrations.
The omega's were purring.
They stayed like that on the floor...entwined, purring, scent-bonded, clinging not just to survive, but to remind themselves of what they were protecting.
Their pack. Their family. Whole. Unbroken.
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Boots echoed like thunder in the hollow stairwell, each step a reminder of how fragile the silence was after the storm. Jungkook’s finger stayed tight along the trigger guard until the familiar shapes of Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon broke through the dim light. Their faces were grim, clothes and skin marked with the fight they had just finished.
Jungkook’s stance didn’t relax, but his voice cut through the heavy air with precision.
“Outside first,” he ordered, tone like sharpened steel. “Full sweep of the perimeter. Trees, fences, garages...every inch. I don’t care if it takes all night. Once the grounds are clear, you move inside. Every hallway, every crawlspace, every corner. If there’s a hiding spot big enough for a man, you check it.”
Taehyung nodded once, eyes hard. Yoongi’s jaw flexed, and Namjoon had already lifted his comm to start relaying orders.
“And the bodies,” Jungkook added, voice low but laced with command. “All of them gone. Before those doors open, I don’t want a single trace left for them to see. My mate, our omegas, our pups...they’ve seen enough blood tonight.”
For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then Yoongi dipped his chin, a subtle acknowledgment of the weight in his don’s words. Taehyung’s shoulders squared. Namjoon moved with more urgency.
But Jungkook wasn’t finished. His grip tightened on the rifle, knuckles paling as his gaze flickered toward the reinforced safe room down the hall.
“When it’s done,” he said, tone quieter but no less commanding, “we move them. The omegas and the pups go to the lake house.”
That made them pause.
“Eastern mountains,” Jungkook continued, voice low, steady. “It’s off the maps, away from the roads. No one knows I own it except Hoseok. It’s big, it’s fortified, and it’s secluded. They’ll be safe there until I know for certain there are no more threats circling this family.”
The words carried not just strategy, but conviction. A promise.
“Taehyung,” he said, tone quieter but no less commanding...
Taehyung’s eyebrows rose slightly.
“You’re going with them,” Jungkook added, eyes locking on him. “I want you there, keep them safe, make sure nothing catches them off guard. I’ll trust no one else with them.”
And then, unexpectedly, his tone shifted. Softer. Uneven in a way none of them often heard.
“Jimin…” Jungkook’s throat worked, the rifle lowering slightly as if its weight had finally pressed too heavily on him. “He’ll be upset when he sees his house torn apart like this. He doesn’t deserve that. None of them do.” A flicker of something raw crossed his face...regret, protectiveness, love all at once. “So it gets fixed. All of it. Before they come back home.”
The order was softer, but heavier than any command he’d given before.
Yoongi’s expression eased, a quiet understanding in the way his eyes lingered on his don. Taehyung gave a sharp nod, resolute. Namjoon’s jaw tightened, the kind of tight that came with loyalty and resolve, not dissent.
Because it wasn’t just an order.
It was Jungkook’s vow...that Jimin and the pups would return not to ruins, not to bloodstains, but to a home.
Whole. Safe. Waiting for them.
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The hours stretched long and exhausting. Jungkook’s men moved with methodical precision, checking every corner, sweeping every hallway, and removing the bodies of Alexei’s men. By the time they reported back, the mansion was silent except for the low hum of the ventilation and the occasional echo of boots on polished marble.
“All clear, Alpha,” one of his lieutenants reported, voice tight but steady. “Every last one of Alexei’s men is down. All bodies removed.”
Jungkook’s gaze swept the house, taking in the remnants of the brutal fight. The blood-slicked floors had been partially scrubbed, but the splatters on marble and the brass of spent shell casings were stubborn reminders of the carnage. The walls were marked, chandeliers swayed slightly from the concussions of earlier gunfire, and the air still carried the sharp metallic scent of violence.
“Hours of work,” Jungkook muttered, jaw tight, voice low. “Good. It’s time to let the omegas and pups out."
Before anything else, he went upstairs to their room. The bedroom was untouched by the fighting, a quiet sanctuary amid chaos, but he didn’t hesitate. Blood and grime still clung to his skin, a grim residue from the fight. Stripping off his clothes, and protective armor, Jungkook stepped into the shower, letting hot water wash away the stench of battle, the sweat, the grit. He winced suddenly, a sharp sting crawling up his arm. Glancing down, he saw a shallow, jagged gash grazing his bicep, darkening with blood. He hadn’t even noticed it in the heat of combat...the body moving, the adrenaline, the chaos.
Just a graze.
He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, letting the water pound down over him, a ritual of purification. He would be damned if he touched his mate and pups while a trace of Volkov filth remained on him.
Minutes passed, the water carrying away the remnants of carnage. When he finally stepped out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and let the steam lift from the shower. He slid on some black briefs, dressed quickly in a pair of fitted black jeans, a white t-shirt, and laced up his black boots, the simplicity of it grounding him.
By the time he descended the stairs, Yoongi and Namjoon were already waiting, their expressions unreadable, reflecting the exhaustion of the long fight.
“I’m opening the safe room doors,” Jungkook said, voice steady, eyes sharp as he scanned the hall. “But I need you two to take your mates immediately to their rooms. They start packing for the lake house...no distractions, no delays.”
Namjoon’s eyes flicked toward him, then down at the floor. “Understood. I’ll cover Min-gi’s eyes so he doesn’t see the damage.”
Jungkook nodded, acknowledging the instruction with a curt lift of his head. “Good. Do it carefully. Keep the pups out of sight until they’re ready.”
Yoongi and Namjoon shared a look, tension and relief mingling, then moved to follow Jungkook’s orders. The mansion was quiet now, but the storm had left its mark. Jungkook’s hands flexed at his sides, the rifle absent but his control no less absolute.
It was time. Time to bring his omegas and pups back into the world he had fought so fiercely to protect.
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The heavy steel locks clicked, gears turning as Jungkook, Yoongi and Namjoon pushed open the safe room doors. The air inside was thick with the scent of fear and anticipation, omegas clutching their pups close, wide eyes staring as light from the hallway spilled in.
And then Jimin was moving before anyone else, breaking away from the others with a choked sob. “Jungkook!”
The force of him made Jungkook stagger back a step as his omega threw himself into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, arms locked tight around his neck. Jimin kissed him desperately...his mouth, his jaw, his temple...sobbing and murmuring broken words between each press of his lips. Jungkook gripped him just as fiercely, one hand cradling the back of his head, the other spanning his waist.
“I thought...” Jimin’s voice cracked as he rubbed his face against Jungkook’s throat, frantic fingers combing through his hair as if to assure himself he was real. “I thought you wouldn’t come back to me...are you hurt? Tell me you’re not hurt.”
“No, baby,” Jungkook murmured against his hair, voice rough but steady, “I’m not hurt. I’m here. I’m fine.”
Jimin pulled back just enough to search his face, trembling hands sliding down over his shoulders, chest, down his arms. His relief froze when his palm brushed against something wet. His eyes dropped...only then did he see it, the bloody graze marring Jungkook’s upper arm, the white of his shirt stained crimson.
Jimin’s breath hitched. Tears welled instantly, spilling down his cheeks. “You told me you weren’t hurt,” he whispered brokenly, fingers trembling around the wound. “You lied to me.”
Jungkook caught his wrist gently, thumb brushing over his pulse as he lifted his other hand to wipe the tears from Jimin’s face. His eyes softened, the corners tight with apology. “Shh, baby. It’s just a graze. I didn’t even feel it.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Jimin cried, voice small and raw. “You bled...”
“It’s nothing,” Jungkook soothed, pulling him close again, pressing their foreheads together. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters to me.”
Jimin’s sob melted into another kiss, desperate and lingering, as if to reassure himself that Jungkook was flesh and blood and not slipping away again.
Jimin’s sobs softened, his body sliding down against Jungkook’s chest. “Is it…over?” he whispered, trembling slightly.
Jungkook pressed a hand to the back of his head, holding him tight. “It’s over, baby,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Every last one of them. You and the pups…you’re safe for now.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a shaky, relieved smile, his tears streaking still but lighter now. Jungkook’s gaze softened, scanning the room, then back to him. “Where are my babies?”
Jimin glanced over his shoulder, signaling toward Jaehyun. Jaehyun looked up, waiting for his Eomma’s permission, then carefully lifted the noise-canceling headphones.
“Go,” Jimin urged gently.
Jaehyun’s small legs carried him as fast as they could, running straight into Jungkook’s waiting arms, screaming, “Appa!”
Jungkook knelt down, lifting his pup into his chest, inhaling deeply. Jaehyun’s scent, a mixture of spice, milk, sweat, and innocence, hit him full on. He pressed his lips to the top of the pup’s head, then kissed his cheek, careful not to squeeze him too tightly.
“Appa missed you so much” Jungkook murmured, voice rumbling like low thunder, holding Jaehyun tight. Jaehyun sniffled, burying his face into Jungkook’s neck, hands clutching at his shirt.
Jimin crouched beside them, watching, one hand reaching out to brush over Jaehyun’s back, grounding him with warmth. “He missed you so much,” Jimin whispered, voice thick, smiling through his tears.
Jungkook lifted his head slightly, scanning the room with sharp eyes even in this quiet moment. His arm tightened around Jaehyun instinctively, a silent promise: no one would ever hurt them again.
“And Jaeha?” Jungkook asked softly, already reaching toward the bassinet where the two-month-old stirred, eyes blinking sleepily.
Jimin carefully lifted Jaeha, tiny arms stretching toward Appa, cooing softly. Jungkook took the little pup, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head, inhaling his scent. “My baby peach,” he murmured, rocking him just slightly.
The three of them lingered in the center of the room, the pups nestled between them, Jimin’s forehead pressed against Jungkook’s chest. After a few moments, Jungkook lifted his eyes to Jimin, voice low but firm. “Before we leave this room…cover Jaehyun’s eyes. I don’t want him seeing the damage in the house. Not yet.”
Jimin nodded immediately, "Okay."
Jungkook crouched slightly, his hand resting gently behind Jimin's neck. “Please don't be upset when I say this. Baby…you, Jin, Hoseok, and the pups...you’re going to the lake house I own in the eastern mountains. It’s large, secluded…safe. I need you to stay there until I can be sure every threat is neutralized.” His fingers lingered on Jimin’s neck, steadying him. “And…when you come back, the house will be fixed. I don’t want you returning to it in ruins. Not my mate. Not my family.”
Jimin’s lips trembled, tears welling immediately. “You’re not coming with us?” His voice broke, soft but edged with panic.
Jungkook shook his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s hair. “No, baby. I have work to do here. I need to concentrate. Make sure it’s safe for you and our babies to come home.”
Jimin shook his head violently, the tears spilling freely now. “How long? How long are you leaving us?”
Jungkook cupped his face, brushing his thumb over his mate’s wet cheek. “Two months, at least. I promise I’ll be back before you even think about it.”
Jimin let out a strangled laugh, shaking his head harder. “Two months? No, absolutely not. I’m not living without you for two months. You're asking me to rip my own heart out.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened, eyes softening as he pressed his forehead against Jimin’s. “Baby...listen. I’ll check on you every day. Call, message, anything. You and the pups are my priority, and this...” he gestured toward the mansion, the remnants of the fight still faintly visible even from the safe room...“this isn’t safe for you. Not until I’ve cleared it completely.”
Jimin shivered, pressing into him, unwilling to let go. “I don’t care. I don’t care about calls or messages. I want you with us. I want our family together.”
Jungkook wrapped his arms tighter around him, holding him steady against the surge of panic and fear. “I know, baby. I know. But trust me. I’ll make it right. Two months…then we’re together. I swear it.”
Jimin’s tears soaked Jungkook’s shirt, but he didn’t pull back. He leaned into the strength of Jungkook’s body, grounding himself in the scent of sandalwood and spice, the warmth, the reassurance. His sobs softened to quiet hiccups as he murmured, “Okay…okay. But you better come back to us. You better not take a second longer than you promised.”
Jungkook pressed another kiss to his temple, murmuring, “Never a second longer, baby. I’ll be back. I promise.”
He lifted his head, glancing toward the doorway. “Alright…let’s get you packed. Quietly, carefully. The lake house waits, and it’s going to be perfect for all of you.”
Jimin sniffled, wiping his cheeks, giving a small nod. “Okay…let’s go home, for now.”
And together they began to move...Namjoon and Yoongi guiding their mates and pup, Jungkook holding and keeping his family close...hearts tethered across the distance that would soon separate them, yet never truly break.
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The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of metal and the remnants of smoke from the earlier chaos in the mansion. The SUV was loaded carefully...every bag, every blanket, each tiny toy and piece of clothing belonging to the pups and omegas stowed meticulously in the back. Taehyung remained vigilant, pacing slightly as he scanned the perimeter, his silhouette sharp in the fading light, his hand never straying far from the rifle slung over his shoulder.
Jungkook stayed close to Jimin and the pups, hands hovering near them, instinctively protective. Namjoon lingered beside Jin, guiding Min-gi gently toward his car seat, murmuring calm reassurances while the little boy clutched his blanket tightly, still shaken but curious. Nearby, Yoongi and Hoseok shared a quiet moment, their lips brushing briefly as they exchanged soft, almost reverent words of goodbye...an unspoken acknowledgment of the danger they’d all just survived.
But Jungkook’s entire focus was on his mate and their pups, his chest tightening with every small movement of theirs.
Jaehyun clutched his small blanket, eyes wide, uncertain. “Appa…where are we going?” His voice wavered, small and fragile, carrying the weight of confusion and lingering fear.
Jungkook knelt to bring himself down to his son’s level, taking him gently by the waist and pulling him close. “You, Jaeha, Eomma, and the others are going on a little vacation, baby,” he said, voice warm, steady, trying to wrap the words with comfort. “You’ll go swimming, roast s’mores by the fire…have so much fun. I promise.”
Jaehyun sniffled softly, lip trembling. “Are you coming too, Appa?”
Jungkook’s throat tightened and he swallowed hard, a sharp sting behind his eyes. “Not this time, baby. Appa has work to do. But once I’m done…I’m coming to get you, Jaeha, and Eomma. I promise.”
Jaehyun’s lower lip quivered, small whimpers escaping. “What if I miss your smell and you’re not there to scent me?”
A tear slipped down Jungkook’s cheek, and he laughed softly, trying to ease the lump in his throat. “Let me see your blanket,” he murmured. Jaehyun held it out hesitantly, eyes glimmering. Jungkook pressed it against his scent gland, releasing his scent into the fabric until it was saturated with him. “There. Now you won’t miss me so much.”
Jaehyun hugged it to his chest, still sniffly. “I’ll still miss you.”
“I know, buddy…I know,” Jungkook whispered, pulling him into his chest and nuzzling him, breathing him in and scenting him until the tension in the small boy eased. Then, carefully, he picked him up and placed him into his car seat, buckling him securely. A soft kiss to his head followed. “I’ll call you every night, okay?”
“Appa, can Bam come with us?” Jaehyun asked, eyes wide and shining with hope.
Jungkook ruffled his hair gently. “Not this time, baby. There’s no room in the car for him, but I promise I’ll take good care of him, alright?”
Jaehyun nodded slowly, his eyes still wide but a little more at ease, pressing his face into his blanket as he settled into the seat.
Jungkook turned his attention to Jimin and Jaeha, he reached down and picked up Jaeha, cradling him gently in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the crown of the infant’s downy hair, inhaling the sweet, peachy scent. He lingered there, scenting the pup until Jaeha relaxed, before carefully placing him in the car seat across from Jaehyun. Another soft kiss followed. “I love you, baby peach,” Jungkook murmured.
Then, finally, Jungkook faced Jimin. He wrapped his arms around his mate, holding him tight...and for a moment he just stared at him. Eyes tracing every inch of his face. Jimin’s eyes glistened with tears, a soft smile breaking through the lingering anxiety. “Are you…memorizing my face?” he whispered with a tearful laugh.
Jungkook growled low, a possessive rumble against his mate’s ear. “Yes…because I want to remember every beautiful feature. Dream about it tonight.”
Jimin laughed softly, the sound full of relief, and they kissed, slow and deep, gentle and heavy with emotion, tongue entwined, every movement a promise that they were alive and together.
When they finally pulled apart, Jungkook’s forehead rested against Jimin’s. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” Jimin returned, voice soft and trembling.
Jungkook helped Jimin into the passenger seat of the SUV, buckling him securely. “I’ll call you tonight before you go to sleep,” he promised.
“Okay,” Jimin replied, blinking through the tears, a small smile playing at his lips.
Once the omegas and pups were all loaded, the SUV ready to depart, Taehyung stepped forward. “I’ll protect them with my life,” he said firmly, voice steady, before climbing into the driver’s seat.
The men exchanged silent nods, acknowledgment passing without words.
Jungkook lingered a moment longer at the edge of the marble steps, arms crossed, gaze scanning the driveway and surrounding treeline, every muscle coiled and alert. The night was quiet now, but the mansion still smelled faintly of blood, smoke, and gunpowder. It would take days to restore the peace here...but for now, his family and pack was safe.
As the convoy rolled slowly down the driveway, Jimin turned in his seat, glancing back at the mansion. Jungkook’s shadowed figure stood resolute, unyielding, the only sentinel between them and any danger. Jimin’s chest tightened; even though they were safe, part of him felt tethered to Jungkook, unable to leave him behind. His heart ached, half still lingering in the house, half racing toward the eastern mountains with their family.
The SUVs disappeared into the evening, headlights fading over the horizon, carrying their omegas and pups to safety…while Jungkook remained behind, alone unwavering, the silent guardian of the house he had fought so fiercely to protect.
Chapter 42
Summary:
The omegas and pups settle in at the lake house.
Notes:
After so many heavy chapters, I needed a little humor.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy 🩷
Chapter Text
Night had fallen fully, draping the countryside in deep velvet as the SUVs wound their way down the mountain road. The cabin was hushed, wrapped in the soft rhythm of the tires on asphalt and the faint rustle of blankets. After the chaos of the day, the silence felt precious, like glass...fragile and easily broken.
Jaehyun sat tucked in the backseat, the glow of his tablet casting fleeting light over his focused face. Across the aisle, Min-gi slept soundly against his Eomma’s shoulder, small breaths puffing against the fabric of Jin’s shirt. In his car seat, Jaeha shifted and cooed now and then, fists gripping his blanket as he drifted in and out of dreams.
Up front, Jimin sat upright in the passenger seat, gaze fixed on the dark stretch of road ahead though his thoughts were far away. No matter how tightly he folded his hands in his lap, his chest ached with one absence: Jungkook. He could almost feel the weight of the alpha’s arm around his shoulders, the rumble of his voice grounding him through the bond, the quiet certainty that nothing could touch them when Jungkook was near. But tonight, Jungkook was alone in their nest, and the thought left Jimin’s throat tight. He wanted to tell him everything...how brave Jaehyun had been, how soft Jaeha’s coos were, how sharp the mountain air tasted after the storm of fear. He wanted the warmth of Jungkook’s answer in return.
Soon, he promised silently. As soon as they stopped, Jungkook would call.
Behind him, Hoseok shifted carefully, mindful of Min-gi’s slumber. His voice was low when he spoke to Taehyung. “We should stop at the nearest grocery. The house won’t be stocked, and after everything…we’ll need supplies.”
Taehyung nodded once, eyes steady on the road, hands firm on the wheel. “Understood.”
The SUV’s blinker ticked as they eased off the highway, turning into the soft glow of a late-night grocery store. The light spilling across the lot was ordinary, almost mundane...but to Jimin, it looked like the first fragile thread of normalcy, a promise that the night’s shadows wouldn’t last forever.
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The fluorescent lights of the grocery store were a stark contrast to the dark night outside. The SUV had rolled to a stop in the nearly empty parking lot, and the omegas emerged cautiously, arms laden with backpacks and blankets, while the pups bounced excitedly around their feet.
“Three carts,” Jimin said, surveying the chaos. “One for the groceries and supplies, and one for the pups to ride in together. That should be enough.”
Jaehyun immediately plopped into the pup cart, waving his little arms. “Eomma, can we get chocolate cereal? And those gummy bears? And maybe a big juice?”
“Slow down, baby,” Jimin laughed, buckling him in safely. “We’ll get what we need, I promise.”
Min-gi climbed into the cart beside Jaehyun with squeals and giggles, sharing the ride like little co-pilots. Jimin lifted up Jaeha's car seat and snapped him inside the cart. Hoseok followed behind, occasionally throwing items into the carts. Taehyung stood a few feet back, hands clasped behind his back, knife tucked discreetly in his boot, eyes scanning the store like a hawk. No guns tonight...this was “civilian mode.”
They moved aisle to aisle, omegas gathering the essentials while the pups shouted requests.
“Eomma, get the chocolate cereal!” Jaehyun chirped, tugging on Jimin’s sleeve.
“Noted,” Jimin said with mock seriousness, lifting the box and dropping it into the cart. “Anything else?”
“Banana milk! And gummy worms! And…oh, can we get marshmallows too?” Jaehyun’s words tumbled over one another in a rush.
“Appa said we could have s’mores!” he added suddenly, eyes wide and shining.
Jimin arched a brow but couldn’t hold back a laugh. “No gummy worms…and no more junk food. But,” he added, softening at the hopeful face staring up at him, “we can get the stuff for s’mores.”
“Honestly,” Hoseok muttered, chuckling as he tossed a bundle of vegetables into the cart, “at this rate, they’ll rot their teeth before we even leave the parking lot.”
Jimin grinned, brushing a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “At least they’ll be happy while doing it.”
Hoseok’s laugh came softer this time, tinged with something gentler...an echo of relief that they could stand here, in a grocery store, haggling over cereal instead of hiding in the dark. For the first time in days, it felt almost normal.
They stopped at the baby aisle next, where boxes of diapers were loaded into the pup cart. Then the omegas moved to personal care, gathering shampoos, conditioners, lotions...some for themselves, some for the pups. The aisle smelled faintly of lavender and baby powder, a welcome reprieve from the night’s lingering tension.
And then they came across the display that froze everyone in their tracks:
Dildos. With knots.
Jin’s eyes widened, hand hovering mid-step. The carts screeched to a halt, and for a beat, the world felt like it had paused.
“Uh…what’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, eyebrows raised. “Did we forget something?”
Jimin leaned over cautiously. “Jin…you okay?”
Jin’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Tae…”
Taehyung’s brow furrowed. “What…oh…uh…” His gaze flicked toward the pup carts. “Do you want me to…?”
“YES!” Jin snapped, waving him off. “Go watch the pups a little ways down the aisle!”
Taehyung raised an incredulous eyebrow. “I’m not leaving you three alone…”
“Jesus Christ, Tae,” Jin groaned. “We’re in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. The only people we have to worry about here are the ones who fuck their cousins.”
Hoseok snorted quietly. “Well…that’s probably true.”
With a resigned grunt, Taehyung herded the pups down the aisle, tossing them small toys to keep them entertained, while the omegas huddled, whispering furiously. Jaehyun leaned over the edge of his cart, eyes wide and curious.
Once out of earshot, Jin leaned in, eyes glinting. “We should get some.”
Hoseok froze, eyebrows shooting skyward. “WHAT?!”
“I don’t know about you two puritans,” Jin said, voice low and serious, “but I’m about to go two months without my alpha’s knot. I’m not surviving that long without an orgasm.”
Jimin and Hoseok exchanged glances, silently asking: Should we really do this?
Jin strode forward with all the confidence of a general on parade, grabbing a large purple nine-inch girthy model and tossing it triumphantly into the cart. Hands on his hips, he glared at the others like a commander surveying his troops.
Hoseok glanced over his shoulder, then slyly picked up a big pink one, also nine inches and girthy...he tossed it in. Both men looked at Jimin expectantly, who flushed bright red.
He peeked quickly to make sure no one was watching and gingerly grabbed a pink nine-inch model. Suddenly, Jin coughed loudly, and Jimin jumped back.
“Don’t you think you need a bigger one?” Jin teased, eyes sparkling. “We’ve all seen how massive your alpha's physique is.”
Flushing even harder, Jimin quickly grabbed the ten-inch pink girthy one and threw it in the cart. Jin and Hoseok cackled quietly, high-fiving in victory.
Suppressing their laughter, the omegas pushed the cart down the aisle toward Taehyung, who raised an eyebrow at the strangely weighted, suspiciously decorated cart.
Jaehyun, tilting his head with a frown, piped up innocently: “Are those dog toys for Bam, Eomma?”
The omegas froze, wide-eyed, before dissolving into quiet, stifled laughter.
“Absolutely not, buddy. Absolutely not.”
The three carts clattered up to the checkout lane, pups bouncing and squirming, Jaehyun reaching for everything within arm’s reach, Min-gi happily gnawing on a snack. The towers of groceries, diapers, and “adult toys” teetered precariously on the conveyor belt.
Jimin’s hand trembled slightly as he pulled out his sleek matte black credit card. The one with a limit so high it might as well have had its own gravitational pull.
He slid it into the reader, biting his lip in embarrassment. “Please, don't let Jungkook see this,” he muttered under his breath, almost praying to the machine.
Jin leaned in, his voice low but wickedly amused. “Can you imagine Jungkook’s face when he sees this credit card bill? A ten-inch knotted dildo sitting neatly between groceries and shampoo.”
Jimin froze mid-motion, eyes going wide as heat flooded his face. “Shh! Don’t say that out loud!” he hissed, glancing nervously over his shoulder as though the cashier or a wandering shopper might somehow decipher their secret. His cheeks burned so hot they could’ve lit the aisle like a lantern.
Hoseok pressed a hand to his mouth, shoulders shaking as laughter bubbled out despite his best efforts. “God, Jimin, your face...it’s priceless.”
The card beeped approval, and Jimin let out a shaky exhale of relief. But when his eyes flicked down to the receipt curling out of the machine, his stomach dropped. There it was in black and white...line item 42. The big, pink, ten-inch dildo…with a knot. The one he’d oh-so-casually “slipped” into the cart, praying no one would notice.
His hands hovered above the conveyor belt like he might be able to hide the evidence before anyone else saw. “J-Jungkook is going to see this…” he whispered, heart hammering.
“Eomma! Did we get enough marshmallows?” Jaehyun squealed from the cart seat, blissfully oblivious.
“Y-Yes, baby,” Jimin muttered, his voice pitched tight as he tried to focus on the pups instead of the damning receipt printing like a slow, mocking drumbeat.
Jin leaned in again, lips curved in a devilish smile. “Do you want me to take a picture and send it to him later? Just for…transparency.”
Jimin nearly dropped the grocery bag. His whole face flamed scarlet. “No! Absolutely not! I’d die from embarrassment!”
Hoseok chuckled low, shaking his head. “Oh man, just imagine the report: ‘Dear Boss, your omega spent $12,345.67 today…and among the essentials, purchased a giant pink knotted dildo.’”
Jimin groaned, covering his face with both hands. “Stop talking! People can hear you!”
Jin snorted, fighting back laughter. “Relax, Jimin. Just tell him it’s…a training aid.”
Hoseok wheezed so hard he nearly dropped the carton of eggs. “Oh my god...training aid!”
Jimin was mortified, but even through his horror, he couldn’t stop the tiny giggle that slipped out. The cashier, blissfully unaware, kept scanning items, while the omegas tried to act casual, pushing the carts through the final line. The pups squealed happily, completely unconcerned about the adult-level chaos surrounding them.
Taehyung gave the carts a quick once-over, knife tucked safely in his boot, eyes sharp as ever. “All clear,” he muttered.
Jimin exhaled shakily, already plotting how he’d explain...or, more likely, avoid...his alpha reading the credit card bill later.
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The SUV rolled up the gravel drive under the inky night sky, the faint glow of the moon reflecting off the still lake beyond the trees. Crickets chirped softly, and the scent of pine carried through the open windows.
Jimin got out of the SUV and opened the backdoor. He reached in and unbuckled Jaehyun from his car seat. “Alright, big guy, time to stretch those long legs,” he said with a gentle smile.
Jaehyun scrambled free, eyes wide as they darted toward the shimmering water. “Eomma! Eomma, look...the lake! Can we go in right now?”
Jimin chuckled as he reached in and picked Jaeha up from his car seat, cradling the tiny omega in his arms. “Not tonight, sweetheart. It’s bedtime. Tomorrow, we’ll play in the water, I promise.”
Jaehyun’s gaze shifted to Taehyung, who was hauling the first of the bags from the SUV. “Eomma! Can I help him carry stuff?” he asked eagerly, running over to Taehyung.
Taehyung chuckled, kneeling to meet the little alpha at eye level. “You want to help? Alright, buddy. Here, take this...it’s light enough for you.”
Jaehyun’s chest puffed out proudly, back straight and tiny chin up, as he gripped the small duffel bag, hoisting it like a trophy. “See? I’m helping! I’m an alpha!”
Jimin smiled warmly, settling Jaeha against his chest. “Yes, baby, you really are,” he murmured, stepping toward the lake house.
The omegas and pups stepped inside the lake house, taking a moment to admire the space. Wide wooden floors gleamed softly under the warm lights, and the vaulted ceilings gave the open-plan living room a spacious, airy feel. A massive stone fireplace anchored one wall, its hearth perfect for future family gatherings, and large windows offered a panoramic view of the lake outside, silvered by moonlight.
“Wow,” Jaehyun breathed, tugging gently at Jimin’s hand. “It’s so pretty! And the lake!”
“Perfect for tomorrow,” Jimin said with a soft laugh, looking out the window at the quiet water. “Just imagine all the fun we’ll have.”
After a full sweep of the main floor, Jimin led Jin and Hoseok upstairs to pick rooms. Each omega claimed a space for themselves and their pups: In the master bedroom, Jimin carefully arranged a nest for himself on the big bed with Jaehyun and Jaeha, fluffing blankets and placing a bassinet near the bed for the tiny boy. Jin guided Min-gi to his room, making a nest for him and his pup. Hoseok opted to sleep alone and went to make his nest.
Jimin brushed a kiss against Jaeha's soft hair and whispered, "Let's get your diaper changed and you ready for bed, baby."
After cleaning the wiggly pup with a baby wipe, carefully going over all his little fat folds and creases, Jimin smiled softly at the tiny giggles escaping him. His hands moved gently but efficiently, making sure every inch of him was clean and comfortable. The pup squirmed a little in protest, but Jimin cooed softly, his voice full of warmth.
“There we go, all clean,” Jimin whispered, lifting him slightly so he could slip on a fresh diaper, fastening it snugly around the little waist. The pup wriggled happily, tiny hands reaching out for Jimin as if to claim him.
Next came the onesie. Jimin held it up and chuckled softly, remembering the moment at the store months ago. Little peaches patterned across the soft fabric, pastel and bright, and the memory of Jungkook’s wide grin and soft coo...“My baby peach has to have this”...made Jimin’s chest warm. He slipped the onesie over the pup’s shoulders, carefully guiding his arms into the sleeves, smoothing the fabric over the tiny body.
“There, little peach,” Jimin murmured, fastening the snaps at the bottom. The pup wriggled and giggled, his tiny face lighting up as he looked up at Jimin.
He could almost hear Jungkook’s voice rumbling, thick with possessive affection. “See? I told you…my baby peach has to have it. He looks perfect. He's mine.”
“Jaehyun, let’s take a bath before bed,” Jimin called softly, laying Jaeha back into his bassinet. He tucked the tiny pup in snugly, patting his bottom with gentle fingers as the little one’s eyelids drooped in the soft lamplight. “Sleep tight for now, baby peach,” he whispered.
“Okay, Eomma!” Jaehyun chirped, already bounding toward the bathroom. His little shorts and shirt were kicked off mid-run, and Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle as he caught a glimpse of Jaehyun’s bare little bum bouncing happily with every step.
“Careful, little wolf,” Jimin murmured, shaking his head fondly as he followed. He scooped Jaehyun up and set him in the warm bathwater. The pup splashed enthusiastically, water droplets scattering like tiny crystals in the soft glow of the bathroom.
He let Jaehyun play for a few moments, the sound of splashes and delighted squeals filling the small space, before gently washing him, humming a soft tune. Jaehyun’s tiny hands reached for the bubbles, laughing every time Jimin teased him with a tickle or a little splash of water.
After finishing Jaehyun’s bath, he lifted him from the water and wrapped him in a fluffy towel, carefully drying and brushing his hair before helping him into fresh pajamas. Jaehyun’s eyes shone with pride as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Look, Eomma! I look like Appa!”
“I know,” Jimin growled playfully, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s little neck. The pup erupted in delighted giggles, wriggling against him.
Suddenly, Jaehyun darted over to his duffel bag and pulled out his blanket. “I have to have my blanket, Eomma. It smells like Appa.”
Jimin’s chest tightened, a sharp pang of longing for his mate hitting him as his eyes glistened.
Once he had his blanket, Jaehyun ran over to the bed and clambered in, tiny legs wriggling as he got comfortable. Jimin carefully settled him into their little nest, adjusting the blanket so it tucked snugly around him. “Sleep tight, my love. Tomorrow we play by the lake,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.
He sat there for an hour on the edge of the nest and watched his pup sleep. He thought about all the awful details of that day and his heart started longing for Jungkook again. He thought about how his mate hardly ever missed a bedtime routine with the pups, how Jungkook’s presence always carried a weight of safety and warmth, a grounding strength that made everything feel right.
At that moment, a soft whimper came from the bassinet. Jimin immediately walked over and scooped up the tiny pup, cradling him close. “Are you hungry, baby peach? Let’s go eat,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Jaeha’s soft hair.
Settling into the nest, Jimin unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off one shoulder, exposing his breast to his pup. Carefully, he positioned Jaeha, who latched on instantly, sucking with instinctive urgency. Jimin smiled softly. “There you go, my love,” he murmured, letting the warmth of the moment wash over him.
His phone suddenly buzzed, lighting up with a video call. Jimin’s heart leapt...it was Jungkook.
“There’s my beautiful baby,” Jungkook’s deep, rumbling voice filled the nest, eyes scanning Jimin’s face over the screen with a mixture of relief and longing.
“Hi, Kook,” Jimin whispered back, pressing the phone closer. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
“I wanted to see you,” Jungkook said immediately. “Did you settle in okay? Do you like the place?”
Jimin’s lips curved into a soft smile. “It’s beautiful up here, Kook. The lake…the trees…it’s perfect.”
“How are our pups?” Jungkook asked, voice thick with curiosity and warmth.
Jimin glanced down at Jaeha nursing in his arms. “Baby peach is right here with me,” he murmured, angling the phone so Jungkook could see the tiny pup feeding.
A low, approving rumble came through the speaker, and Jimin felt it reverberate through his chest. Jungkook’s eyes softened, and a faint smile brushed his lips.
“And what about Jaehyun?” Jungkook asked, leaning closer to the screen, his voice deep and slightly teasing.
Just then, Jaehyun let out a tiny sleepy squeak and wriggled in his nest beside Jimin. Jimin gently tilted the phone so Jungkook could see him, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. The little alpha’s tiny fists curled in peaceful slumber. Jungkook’s expression melted, another deep rumble vibrating through the speaker.
“They’re both safe,” Jimin whispered softly. “Warm…comfortable…and with me.”
Jaeha hiccupped mid-feed, and Jimin chuckled quietly, pressing a hand gently to his back. Jungkook laughed softly on the other end, another affectionate rumble rolling through the phone.
“I love you,” Jimin whispered, pressing the phone closer, feeling the connection even across the distance.
“I love you too,” Jungkook replied, voice low, deep, and vibrating with emotion. “I’ll come for all of you soon. I promise. I’ll be there.”
For a long, quiet moment, they simply stayed like that...Jimin cradling Jaeha, Jaehyun sleeping beside him, the tiny hiccups and sighs filling the room, and Jungkook’s eyes on the screen, unwavering. Even across the distance, the unspoken bond of family, protection, and devotion held them close, tethered by love and longing.
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Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the lake house, bouncing off the wooden floors and illuminating the cozy living spaces. The scent of sizzling eggs, bacon, and toast drifted from the kitchen, where Jin had taken charge of breakfast, humming softly as he cooked. Taehyung sat at the table, silently enjoying the feast, while the omegas and pups clambered around in typical chaotic fashion. Plates clattered, laughter and squeals filled the air, and Min-gi made a triumphant show of stacking pancakes higher than he probably should have.
After the loud, chaotic meal, Jimin gathered the pups. “Alright, my little lake explorers,” he announced, scooping up Jaeha first and carrying him upstairs, Jaehyun skipping alongside him. “Time to get ready for the water!”
Jaeha yawned and snuggled against Jimin’s chest. He was too young to swim, but he’d enjoy lounging in the shade with his Eomma. Jaehyun, on the other hand, practically vibrated with excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Jimin laid out Jaehyun’s swimsuit on the bed: little blue shorts patterned with black wolves and a matching long-sleeve shirt to protect him from sunburn.
“Eomma, hurry!” Jaehyun whined, squirming as Jimin slathered him in sunscreen. Creamy fingers went everywhere...arms, legs, back, even his tiny ears...while Jaehyun protested in dramatic fashion. “It’s sticky! I don’t like it!”
Jimin chuckled, pressing gentle kisses to his son’s shoulders as he continued. “I know, baby, but we don’t want any sunburn. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
Finally dressed and protected, Jaehyun inspected himself in the mirror. His chest puffed out slightly, pride radiating from his small frame. “I’m ready, Eomma! Look, I’m a big boy!”
Next, Jimin turned to Jaeha’s tiny swimsuit, carefully unfolding it. The little boy wouldn’t be swimming, but he could relax in a lounge chair by the water, enjoying the warmth of the shade with Eomma close by. The outfit mirrored Jaehyun’s, though with playful fish patterns on the shorts and a single large fish on the shirt that read I’m a catch. Jimin added a tiny bucket hat to shield Jaeha’s delicate skin.
“Look at you, baby peach,” Jimin cooed, cradling him gently. “Stylish and sun-safe.”
Jaeha yawned and curled against Jimin’s chest, content just to feel held. Meanwhile, Jaehyun bounced in place, tugging at Jimin’s hands impatiently. “Can we go now, Eomma? The lake! The lake!”
Jimin laughed softly, laying Jaeha softly against his chest. “Soon, my love. Let me change my clothes.”
Jimin laid Jaeha down for just a second to change his own clothes. The little one gurgled softly, hands reaching up as if to check that his Eomma was still nearby.
He quickly slipped into low-rise cut-off jean shorts, and a yellow sports bra, offering a little support while still keeping him comfortable for nursing. The soft fabric clung just right, allowing him to move easily as he prepared for the morning at the lake.
“Okay, pup. Are you ready?” Jimin asked, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he came out of the bathroom and scooped Jaeha back into his arms. Jaehyun bounced on the balls of his feet, barely able to contain his excitement.
“Yeah! Lake! Let’s go, Eomma!” he cheered, puffing his tiny chest out proudly.
Jimin chuckled softly, adjusting Jaeha in his arms. “Alright, little pups. Let’s make some memories today.”
The morning sun poured through the windows, glinting off the lake outside, and for a moment, the world felt safe, bright, and full of laughter.
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The morning sun shimmered on the lake’s surface, scattering diamonds of light across the water. A gentle breeze rustled the pine trees surrounding the shore, carrying the fresh scent of water and earth. The lake house stood just behind them, its wooden deck stretching toward the water, while the soft murmur of the lake lapping against the shore set a tranquil rhythm.
Jimin waded into the water up to his knees, Jaehyun trailing close in his bright blue life vest, the wolf pattern matching his swimsuit perfectly. The little alpha’s tiny feet splashed eagerly, water spraying around them. “Eomma! Look! I can kick really high!” he shouted, giggling, sending little arcs of water onto Jimin’s legs.
Jimin laughed, keeping a careful hold on Jaehyun’s hands. “Easy there, baby, don’t drink the lake!” he teased, letting him wade a few steps ahead but never out of reach. “You’re doing so well! Good little swimmer.”
Beside them, Jin moved through the water with Min-gi, whose orange life vest bobbed along like a tiny buoy. Jin kept a gentle hold on him, encouraging him to splash and kick. “Careful, Min-gi,” Jin warned with a smile, “we don’t want you flipping over just yet.” Min-gi squealed with delight, splashing water toward Jin and watching it sparkle in the sunlight.
On the shore, Hoseok had found a shady spot under a tall pine and settled in a lounge chair, cradling tiny Jaeha in his arms. The two-month-old pup cooed softly, eyes half-lidded in contentment as Hoseok gently bounced him and whispered soothingly. With his free hand, Hoseok lifted his phone and began recording the scene, capturing Jimin kneeling in the water with Jaehyun splashing happily, while Jaeha cooed against Hoseok’s chest. “Perfect,” Hoseok murmured softly, a smile brushing his lips. “This will make Kook so happy.”
Jaehyun, not content to stay still, turned to Jimin mid-splash. “Eomma! I can go farther! Can I go farther?” His face was radiant with excitement, eyes sparkling like the morning sun on the lake.
“Alright, little swimmer,” Jimin said, crouching to meet his son at eye level. “But only knee-deep today. We’ll make sure you’re safe first, and then tomorrow we can go a little deeper.” He smiled as Jaehyun puffed out his little chest, proud of his bravery, while the life vest bobbed him perfectly above the water.
Taehyung patrolled along the shore, walking slowly but alertly, his eyes sweeping the tree line and the water. Knife tucked in his boot, stance casual but attentive, he kept a careful watch over the playful chaos. He didn’t interfere unless necessary, letting the omegas enjoy the lake while still maintaining a silent line of protection.
Every so often, Jimin would lean down to scoop up a little hand, holding it steady as Jaehyun laughed and splashed. Jin did the same with Min-gi, and the water seemed to shimmer around them like a playground of sunlight and happiness.
Hoseok continued recording, capturing Jimin gently adjusting Jaehyun’s arms as he splashed, and panning down to Jaeha’s contented face nestled in his arms. "Look at your mate and pups, Kook. They’re safe and happy,” speaking as if Jungkook could hear him through the lens. Jaeha wriggled happily, tiny hands curling around Hoseok’s fingers.
The morning stretched on, sun climbing higher, the lake alive with the joyful chaos of little feet splashing, gentle laughter, and the quiet rhythm of small naps and cuddles. For this brief, perfect moment, the world narrowed down to laughter, sun, water, and family...each pup safe, each omega present, and Taehyung ever-watchful nearby, while Hoseok’s phone silently documented the scene to share with Jungkook.
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The rhythmic hammering, scraping, and occasional thud of construction echoed through the mansion, a constant reminder that the scars of battle were being erased one nail and beam at a time. Outside, crews moved methodically, replacing shattered windows with thick, bulletproof glass, reinforcing doors, and reshaping the perimeter to remove even the tiniest hiding spots. Every sound was a pulse of security, a heartbeat that told Jungkook the house...and everyone inside it...was becoming impenetrable.
Behind his massive desk, Jungkook’s dark eyes were sharp and calculating. Papers, blueprints, and security schematics sprawled across the polished surface like a battlefield map, each mark representing defenses, contingencies, and contingencies for contingencies. Flanked by Yoongi and Namjoon, he leaned forward, fingers steepled.
“We can’t afford to leave any gaps,” he said, his voice low, commanding, carrying the weight of absolute authority. “Even if past threats are gone, someone could always test us. Are there any remaining threats we need to worry about?”
Yoongi drummed his fingers against the desk, steady and deliberate. “I’ve checked everything. As of now, no immediate threats. No movements against us, no active plots. Your family is safe.”
Namjoon leaned over the blueprints, tracing the lines of the perimeter with a finger. “With the patrols, underground sensors, and proximity alarms, anyone approaching will be detected. Expanding the sensor grid to the surrounding woods ensures nothing slips through unnoticed.”
Jungkook’s gaze shifted to the crews outside, watching them work with military-like precision. Each window they replaced was a new line of defense; each beam and door fortified another layer of protection. The mansion wasn’t just a home...it was a fortress, every inch a statement: no one would ever take his family again.
“I want layers,” Jungkook growled, tone sharp and resolute. “Redundancy in everything. Tech, manpower, visibility. Yoongi, electronics and surveillance. Namjoon, human patrols and reinforcements. I’ll be…everywhere I can’t be seen.”
Yoongi’s face remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed a quiet respect. “Every system will have backups. Twice over.”
Namjoon’s gaze softened. “Don’t overextend yourself, Kook. Your mates and pups…they need you alive as much as you need them safe.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “They’re safe. That’s all that matters. As long as I’m alive, no one will touch them.”
He leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking under his weight, a hand running through his dark hair as he let out a slow breath. “Alright,” he said, final, decisive. “That covers everything for now. Keep me updated if anything changes.”
Namjoon and Yoongi gave curt nods and quietly gathered their things. The steady rhythm of construction continued to hum through the office walls, a reminder that every effort, every precaution, was in service of the people Jungkook loved most.
A soft ding interrupted his focus. Jungkook’s phone lit up on the desk. His eyes narrowed at the screen: Hoseok. Videos.
He swiped, and the first clip began. Jimin, waist-deep in the lake, guiding Jaehyun through the shallow water, laughing and tossing his head back in that way that made Jungkook’s chest tighten. The sunlight caught on his skin, and the low-rise cut-off jean shorts paired with the yellow sports bra clinging to his frame drew Jungkook’s gaze, admiration and longing twisting through him. The alpha’s eyes darkened, tracing the curve of Jimin’s torso, the subtle flex of his arms as he held the pups, the golden glow of sun highlighting the warm tone of his skin.
Nearby, Jaeha lounged on a chair with Hoseok, tiny hands gripping his blanket, a bucket hat perched jauntily atop his head. Hoseok’s filming was careful but intimate, capturing every giggle, every splash, every carefree moment.
Jungkook didn’t just watch. He replayed the clips over and over, memorizing not only the sounds of laughter but the sight of Jimin’s body moving with effortless grace, sunlight catching every line. A single tear traced down his cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. The sight of them...safe, whole, and beautiful...pierced through the walls of his control, leaving him achingly vulnerable.
For a man who commanded empires, who could strike fear into any rival, this...the warm, innocent joy of his mate and pups, the soft curve of Jimin’s sunlit skin, the way his body moved as he tended to their little family...was everything. The power, the danger, the blood and contracts…none of it mattered compared to this: his family, alive, laughing, and protected by the fortress he’d built around them.
Jungkook’s fingers brushed over the screen, pausing the video just as Jaeha kicked his tiny legs in delight. A low, approving rumble vibrated through his chest, echoing the mix of relief and desire threatening to overwhelm him. His eyes lingered on Jimin, on every sun-kissed line, every movement, every laugh.
No one could take this from him. Not ever.
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The sky was painted in shades of deep purple and dusky pink, the last light of evening reflecting off the calm lake. Taehyung had started a small campfire on the shore, the warm glow flickering across the grass and the water. The smell of smoke mixed with pine filled the air, giving the scene a cozy, almost magical feel.
Hoseok sat in a lounge chair near the fire, cradling tiny, sleeping Jaeha in his arms. The pup’s little chest rose and fell steadily, completely relaxed in the omega's careful hold. Every so often, Hoseok would glance down and smile, brushing a gentle hand across Jaeha’s soft hair.
Jimin sat on a blanket with Jaehyun perched comfortably in his lap. The little alpha held a stick with a marshmallow on the end, carefully positioning it above the flames. Jimin guided his hands gently, showing him how to rotate it just right so it browned evenly without catching fire.
“There you go, baby,” Jimin murmured, smiling. “Just like that. Not too close, not too far. Perfect.”
Jaehyun’s eyes were wide with concentration, and when his marshmallow browned to golden perfection, his face lit up. “I did it, Eomma! I did it!”
Jimin laughed and helped him sandwich the marshmallow between the chocolate and graham crackers. “Alright, let’s try it. Ready?”
Jaehyun took a big bite, chocolate and marshmallow sticking to his cheeks and even a little on his nose. “Mmm, Eomma, it’s so yummy!” he exclaimed, grinning. Jimin laughed, brushing a stray smudge off his face.
“How about we call Appa?” Jimin suggested, lifting the phone. “You can tell him all about your first s’more.”
Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled, and he nodded eagerly. “Yes! I want to show him, Eomma!”
Jimin dialed Jungkook, and soon the screen lit up with his mate’s familiar face. He was lying in their nest at the mansion, the soft light of the room behind him, eyes warm and gentle.
“Hi Appa!” Jaehyun squealed as soon as he saw him. “I miss you so much!”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a smile, and he chuckled softly at the sight of chocolate smeared across his pup’s cheeks. “I miss you too, baby,” he rumbled, reaching out as if he could touch him through the screen.
“I just made my first s’more, Appa! Eomma helped me!” Jaehyun proudly announced, holding the sticky treat up so Jungkook could see.
“That’s amazing, baby,” Jungkook replied, his voice full of warmth. “Does it taste as good as it looks?”
“Mmm, yes! So yummy!” Jaehyun giggled, chocolate-covered face glowing in the firelight. Jungkook chuckled again, low and rumbling, clearly amused and delighted.
They talked for a few minutes longer, Jaehyun chattering excitedly about his s’more, the lake, and the fire. Jungkook’s eyes softened at every word, his voice a gentle thread connecting him to them despite the distance.
Finally, Jungkook leaned back slightly on the screen. “Alright, baby, give the phone back to Eomma so I can talk to him for a bit,” he said, a faint grin tugging at his lips.
Jimin took the phone, and Jin, who had been quietly watching, leaned over. “Go on upstairs and talk with your mate,” he said softly. “We’ll be out here for a while. I’ll keep an eye on Jaehyun. Hoseok has the peach. They’ll be fine.”
Jimin smiled, warmth flooding his chest. “Thank you,” he murmured, glancing at the pups who were now settling beside the fire under Jin and Hoseok’s watchful eyes.
With that, Jimin rose and walked inside the house, cradling the phone, his chest tightening at the thought of finally seeing his mate. He padded upstairs to the nest, the soft carpet muffling his steps, and entered the room. Locking the door, he sank onto the bed, propping himself on pillows, heart hammering in his chest.
The screen glowed softly in his hand. He took a deep, shaky breath and whispered, “Hi, Kook,” his voice small but full of longing, eyes glued to Jungkook’s face.
“Hey, baby,” Jungkook answered immediately, his deep voice thick with need, sending shivers down Jimin’s spine. “I’ve missed you so much…every day without you has been hell.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Jimin admitted, fingers brushing the edge of the pillows. “I…I need you, Kook. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you… I want you here.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a dark, possessive smile. His voice dropped to a low, rough growl. “I’m dying to be back inside you, baby. When I see you again, I’m going to fuck you so hard…so deep. You won’t be able to walk straight after I’m done.”
Jimin shivered, a soft whimper escaping. “K-Kook…”
“I want you so much,” Jungkook rumbled, eyes dark and hungry on the screen, and Jimin felt a pulse of heat coil low in his belly.
“I… I bought something,” Jimin confessed, cheeks heating. “Jin and Hoseok…they said two months without you is too long. They talked me into it…”
A sudden, deep growl cut through the call, sharp and possessive. Jungkook’s eyes locked onto Jimin, blazing. “Go get it.”
Jimin swallowed hard, legs trembling as he scrambled to the closet. He reached high, fingers brushing the edge of the shelf, and pulled down the cleaned, ready-to-use dildo, its knot gleaming in the soft light. Heart hammering, he returned to the bed and held up the phone. Jungkook’s gaze darkened, lust pooling in his eyes.
“Show me, baby,” Jungkook urged, voice thick and low.
Shyly, Jimin panned the camera down to the bed beside him, the dildo resting there like a promise. He raised the phone back to his face, biting his lip, heat flooding every nerve.
“Have you used this while thinking of me?” Jungkook asked, voice rumbling.
“N-not used it yet…” Jimin whispered, voice trembling, feeling small and exposed under his mate’s gaze.
A deep, possessive rumble vibrated through Jungkook’s chest. “Slide off your shorts and panties, baby.”
Jimin whined softly, fumbling with the buttons of his cutoff jeans, sliding them off. His soaked panties followed, landing in the floor with a wet plop.
“Are you wet?” Jungkook asked, sharp, demanding, making Jimin’s chest tighten.
“Yes…” he whimped, fingers already trembling.
“Good boy,” Jungkook praised, the sound of rustling and a zipper opening on his end filling Jimin’s ears. The image of Jungkook stroking himself, his hand moving with lazy, deliberate rhythm, made slick leak from Jimin’s own hole.
“Rub your hole, baby. Slide a finger inside. Get yourself good and loose,” Jungkook instructed, voice low and growling, possessive and dark.
Jimin nodded, trembling as he rubbed around his aching hole, slick spilling freely. Slowly, he inserted a finger, sliding it in and out, whimpers escaping as the stretch teased him mercilessly. Frustration bubbled...one finger wasn’t enough.
“It’s okay, baby… add another finger,” Jungkook reassured, eyes dark and unrelenting.
Jimin obeyed, adding a second finger, curling them inside, moving them in and out as Jungkook’s low grunts and intense gaze filled the screen. He watched Jungkook stroke himself slowly, the sound of wet skin, moans, and growls making Jimin quiver uncontrollably.
“Okay, baby… pick up the toy. Insert it slowly,” Jungkook commanded, voice rough with lust, possessive, full of hunger.
Hands shaking, Jimin lifted the dildo, pressing the shaft against his sopping hole. “Now…ease it in slowly,” Jungkook prompted, his breath ragged.
Biting his lip, Jimin pushed the shaft in, a soft whimper escaping, feeling it stretch him open, warm and full. “Don’t stop…till you bottom out,” Jungkook growled.
Jimin pushed until he was fully seated on the toy, moaning and throwing his head back. Jungkook’s grunts and panting filled the call, punctuating every inch of movement.
“Start fucking yourself with it, baby…nice and easy. Does it feel good? Like alphas inside you?”
“Mmhmm…” Jimin moaned, rocking the toy slowly at first, each thrust sending tremors of pleasure through his body.
“Now speed up, baby…faster,” Jungkook commanded, voice thick with lust, dripping with need.
Jimin obeyed, slamming the dildo in and out, his moans growing louder, mixing with Jungkook’s guttural grunts and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
A deep, low growl tore from Jungkook. “Inflate the knot, baby.”
Shivering, Jimin pushed the knot into himself until it locked, filling him completely. His body trembled uncontrollably, heat coiling tight in his belly until his orgasm ripped through him. He screamed Jungkook’s name, slick and trembling, body shuddering violently.
Jungkook roared on the other end, thick and guttural, moaning Jimin’s name as his release poured over his hand, ragged and possessive.
Panting, slick dripping, both of them clung to the call, hearts racing, eyes locked on one another. The air was thick with tension, lust, and aching need.
“You…you’re incredible, baby,” Jungkook rasped, voice rough, but softening slightly, a claim in every word.
“You too, Kook…” Jimin whispered, body trembling, utterly spent but aching for more, every nerve still alive with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Jungkook’s eyes softened ever so slightly, the growl fading to a low rumble. “I can’t wait to have you back…all mine,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.
“I…I’m yours,” Jimin breathed, clutching the pillows to himself, still throbbing from the intensity, already aching for the next time.
Chapter 43
Summary:
The omegas receive some unexpected news.
Jungkook is missing his mate and pups terribly.
Notes:
Y'all are getting way too good at guessing what I'm doing next lol.
Our guy Jungkook is going through it in this chapter.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jimin’s sleep was ripped apart by the unmistakable sound of violent retching echoing down the hall. Groaning, he squinted at the still-dark room, relieved to see the pups curled up and snoring peacefully. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stretching stiffly, and padded to the hallway bathroom.
There, curled in front of the toilet, was Hoseok, hunched over and groaning, hands gripping the toilet bowl. Jimin grabbed a wet washcloth, sat carefully on the edge of the tub, and waited.
Finally, Hoseok leaned back, panting, drool clinging to his lips. Jimin leaned forward and gently wiped his face, then his mouth.
“Thank you,” Hoseok croaked, voice hoarse and weak.
“Let’s get you back to your nest,” Jimin said softly, helping him to his feet. Hoseok stumbled into his arms like a newborn fawn.
Just then, Jin appeared at the end of the hall, eyes wide. “Hoseok? Are you…okay?”
“No…I’m dying,” Hoseok groaned, swaying with Jimin’s support.
They shuffled down the hall together, eventually collapsing onto Hoseok’s nest. Jimin wrapped him in a soft hug, trying to soothe him.
“Was it something you ate?” Jimin asked, worry lacing his voice.
“Maybe food poisoning,” Jin suggested.
“Maybe…” Hoseok muttered, flopping face-first into the pillows, still weakly moaning.
Then Jin froze, his hand shooting to his mouth. He bolted down the hall towards the bathroom like a sprinter in a panic. Seconds later, the unmistakable sound of Jin vomiting joined Hoseok’s groans.
“Stay here,” Jimin instructed Hoseok, hopping up to help Jin. A few steps down the hall, he found Jin in the same miserable position Hoseok had been just minutes ago...hands clutching the toilet bowl, hacking violently.
Jin finally pushed himself up, leaning weakly against the wall, pale and panting. Jimin grabbed a fresh washcloth, dampened it, and gently wiped at Jin’s mouth. Supporting him carefully, he guided Jin back to Hoseok’s nest, easing him down onto the pillows with a soft, “There we go… breathe.”
Jin groaned dramatically, slumping into the bed like a deflated balloon. “I swear…I’m never eating anything ever again.”
Hoseok snorted from beside him, still pale but recovering slightly. “Welcome to the club, brother.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile, shaking his head at the two chaotic omegas.
Once settled, Jin leaned back, still pale. “You feel okay, Jimin?”
“I feel fine,” Jimin said, shrugging. “Maybe you two ate something bad.”
“No,” Jin said slowly, shaking his head in denial. “We all ate the same foods…even the pups…” He trailed off, eyes widening, realization creeping in.
“Holy…fuck,” he muttered. His gaze shifted to Hoseok. “When was your last heat?”
“Shortly before coming here,” Hoseok said weakly.
“Yeah…same for me,” Jin said, voice trembling slightly. The three omegas exchanged glances, dread creeping in. Without another word, Jin bolted towards the stairs. “Taehyung! Emergency! Now!”
The sound of boots pounding against the hardwood floors echoed through the cabin. Taehyung barreled up the stairs, pistol in hand, eyes wide, muscles taut with tension.
Jimin slapped him on the shoulder. “Oh, for God’s sake, put that damn thing away!”
Taehyung froze, blinking, scanning the room with confusion. “Wait…what’s going on? What’s the emergency?”
Jin, still mid-panic, pointed toward the sofa downstairs. “Can you…can you bring me my doctor bag? It’s right there, beside the sofa!”
Taehyung raised a single brow, lowering the pistol slightly. “That’s it? The emergency is…a doctor bag?” he muttered, pacing down the stairs with a huff. “What am I even here for? I swear, I don't know why Jungkook pays me…”.
A few minutes later, he returned, bag in hand. Jin snatched it eagerly and rushed back to Hoseok’s nest, rifling through it with exaggerated urgency. Jimin and Hoseok exchanged wide-eyed glances, silently asking, what’s happening?
Then...Jin pulled out two boxes.
Pregnancy tests.
Hoseok froze, blinking rapidly. “You…you think we’re both…pregnant?”
Jin nodded solemnly. “Go ahead. Take it. When yours is done, I’ll take mine.”
Hoseok looked at Jimin, then Jin, groaning. But with a shaky breath, he shuffled down the hall into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he emerged, came back, sat on the bed, and waited nervously, fidgeting.
When the timer on his phone went off, the omegas walked back to the bathroom.
Three heads peered down at the stick.
Positive.
His knees nearly buckled. “What the hell am I going to do? I’m supposed to be Jungkook’s consigliere! I can’t be making mafia deals in a maternity dress!”
Jimin and Jin cackled, leaning against the wall in pure amusement.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” Hoseok muttered, cheeks red, trying to glare at them.
“Relax,” Jin said, grinning. “Jungkook will survive nine months without you making deals and advising him.”
Jimin leaned forward, eyes wide and sparkling. “Hoseok…this is amazing. A little Yoongi or a little you running around. Jaehyun, Jaeha and Min-gi will have another playmate.”
Hoseok’s eyes softened at the thought, and he reached down to touch his flat belly, awe in his gaze. “Yeah…it is pretty amazing isn't it?”
"Let's go sit back down." Jimin said softly, guiding him back to the nest.
Jimin’s grin widened. “Okay, it's your turn, Jin. Go pee on the stick.”
Jin squealed like a child, grabbing the box, and disappeared down the hall again. A few minutes later, he returned, practically bouncing in place, and sat down with the others, waiting for the timer.
When the alarm went off, the three omegas tiptoed into the bathroom together again.
Three heads once again looked down.
Positive.
Jin let out a triumphant cackle, practically shaking with excitement. “Yes! Namjoon knotted me good! He’s going to be so excited!”
Hoseok groaned, half amused, half overwhelmed. “I can’t believe this…we’re actually pregnant.”
Jimin leaned back, laughing, glancing between them. “This is…really happening. Oh my god.”
The three omegas sat in a stunned, elated chaos, realizing their lives...and their future pups...had just changed forever. Their laughter mingled with disbelief, hope, and the kind of excitement only imminent parenthood could bring.
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After confirming the pregnancy tests with Jin and Hoseok, Jimin quietly slipped back to the nest to check on his pups. They were still sleeping soundly, their tiny chests rising and falling peacefully. Smiling softly, he grabbed the baby monitor and his phone, heading downstairs.
In the kitchen, he brewed a fresh cup of coffee, inhaling the rich aroma as the steam curled around him. He caught Taehyung’s eye in the living room and gave a small nod. “I’m going outside on the deck to call Jungkook,” he said casually. Taehyung grunted in acknowledgment, clearly half-listening.
Sliding open the door, Jimin stepped onto the deck. The morning light spilled over the trees, and he leaned back in a chair, savoring a quiet moment with his coffee before reaching for his phone.
With a tap, he video-called his mate. After one ring, Jungkook’s handsome face filled the screen. Jimin noticed the tight black button-up hugging his chest, the charcoal vest fitted just so. Damn, he thought, my man is so fine.
“Good morning, baby,” Jungkook rumbled, his eyes softening as they locked on Jimin. “I missed hugging you last night.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a smile. “Good morning, my love. You look…amazing. Wish I was there, sitting in your lap holding you.”
A low growl escaped Jungkook. “Not much longer, baby. The house is coming together… looking better every day.”
Jimin grinned, leaning back, and added teasingly, “I have a secret.”
Jungkook smirked, curiosity lighting his features. “Oh yeah? What kind of secret?”
Jimin’s cheeks warmed slightly. “Don’t say anything to Namjoon or Yoongi. They don’t know yet…Jin and Hoseok are pregnant.”
Jungkook’s face lit up with surprise and laughter. “That’s amazing news, baby! More pups for Jaehyun and Jaeha to play with. More family...more love.”
“Mmm...I just love pups,” Jimin admitted softly, sipping his coffee.
A rumble vibrated from Jungkook, low and possessive. “You know…I still owe you three more pups. I promised you five.”
Jimin threw his head back, laughing. “What if I changed my mind…and now I want six?”
Jungkook’s smirk was slow, deliberate. “Then six pups you’ll have, baby. All mine.”
Jimin shook his head, smiling, a blush creeping up his neck.
“Baby,” Jungkook continued, voice dropping to a growl, “you don’t understand what it does to me….to see you full and ripe with my pup. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jimin’s gaze dropped to his coffee cup, a warm flush spreading over his cheeks. “Well…you’ve always made me feel sexy,” he murmured, “even when I’m not pregnant.”
Jungkook’s grin deepened, his eyes darkening with that familiar, possessive gleam. “Mine, and I want every inch of you when I get back, baby. You hear me?”
Jimin bit his lip, heart skipping at the thought. “I hear you…and I can’t wait. I’ve been imagining it every single day.”
A low, vibrating growl rolled from Jungkook. “You’ve been thinking about me, huh?” His smirk softened into something more tender. “That’s fine. I like it when my omega can’t stop thinking about me.”
Jimin chuckled, leaning back in his chair, the coffee now forgotten. “I can’t help it. You’re...you’re everything, Kook.”
“I’ll make sure you remember me when I see you,” Jungkook said, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “All that waiting…I’ll make it worth it. You’ll be dripping wet for me, shaking under my hands, begging for more…Gonna keep you knotted and in our nest for days.”
Jimin’s cheeks flamed, a small, breathless laugh escaping him. “You always know exactly what to say.”
“I do,” Jungkook rumbled, eyes glittering with heat and amusement. “And you…you always look so perfect on that screen, sitting there with your coffee, acting all innocent…”
“Not innocent,” Jimin murmured, tilting his phone slightly, teasing. “Just…patient. Waiting for my alpha.”
“Patient, huh?” Jungkook purred. “I’ll fix that soon enough.” His grin softened, warmth replacing the heat in his gaze. “I love you, baby. Every thought, every bit of you…it’s mine.”
“I love you too,” Jimin whispered, heart swelling. “More than I can say.”
They lingered a moment longer, both smiling, both savoring the connection, before reluctantly saying their goodbyes. Jimin stayed on the deck a little while, sipping his now lukewarm coffee, the thought of Jungkook pressed close to him, already imagining the moment he’d be back in his arms...
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The mansion echoed with the sharp rhythm of hammers and the deep hum of saws. Men moved in and out of the hallways, carrying beams and marble tiles, the air thick with dust and the smell of fresh wood. Jungkook stood in the center of it all, tall and commanding in his fitted vest and rolled-up sleeves, a clipboard in hand. His sharp eyes scanned the blueprints one moment, then flicked up to bark an order the next.
But his focus was fractured. Every slam of a hammer, every groan of construction, only seemed to pull him further away from the room and back toward his mate. Toward his pups.
He tugged at his collar, jaw tense. Jimin’s voice still lingered in his ears from their call, soft and teasing...six pups.
The thought made Jungkook’s chest tighten, his body already stirring with need. God, he missed him. Missed curling around him at night, missed burying his face against Jimin’s neck, missed the warmth of his pups piled into the nest around them.
“Boss?” one of the foremen asked carefully.
Jungkook blinked, realizing he’d been staring at the same spot on the blueprint for far too long. His tone snapped sharp. “What?”
The man flinched, then stammered, “Just wanted to confirm the grand hall walls...”
“Do it,” Jungkook cut him off, voice clipped. He didn’t have patience for small details right now. Not when all he could think about was whether Jimin had eaten breakfast. Whether the pups had woken yet and cried for him. Whether some bastard might dare to even look at what was his while he wasn’t there.
He exhaled hard, scrubbing a hand down his face. His wolf was restless, pacing, snarling. The mansion had to be perfect, fortified, a fortress worthy of holding his omega and their pups. Nothing less would satisfy him.
He exhaled hard, scrubbing a hand down his face. His wolf was restless, pacing. The mansion had to be perfect...fortified, unbreakable, a fortress built to protect what was his. No one, not even the wind, would dare touch his mate or pups.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, unbidden, dangerous enough that the nearest workers froze mid-step. They didn’t ask questions. They knew better..
Jungkook set the clipboard down, fingers flexing. Soon. Soon he’d have Jimin back in his arms, in their nest, heavy with his scent and his claim. Until then, every nail driven into this house was a promise: a sanctuary, a kingdom, a warning. His family was his. Always.
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The mansion was quiet at night. Construction crews had long since gone, leaving only the echo of silence against unfinished walls. Jungkook lay sprawled across the massive nest, the sheets a mess from how many times he’d tossed and turned. But no matter how he shifted, the space felt wrong...cold, empty. The bond inside him ached, reaching endlessly for what wasn’t there.
With a sigh, he picked up his phone, thumbing through the gallery that was practically an altar to his omega and pups. Dozens of pictures...the pups asleep in Jimin’s arms, Jimin laughing with flour on his nose, the pups tumbling around on the carpet while Jimin tried to wrangle them. Every one tugged a smile out of Jungkook, even as it made his chest ache sharper.
And then his finger paused.
There it was. That photo. His favorite.
Jimin was lying on his side across their nest in nothing but soft, loose sleep shorts, the fabric barely clinging to his hips. His golden skin glowed in the late afternoon light, lips parted as though Jungkook had just stolen a kiss. One arm was curled under his head, mussing his hair into an artful halo, while the other rested along his waist...fingers brushing dangerously low, as if teasing Jungkook through the camera.
His breasts full with milk for their pup, the smooth plane of his stomach leading down to the dip of his hips, all curve and temptation. The angle of the shot caught just enough of the swell of his ass through the fabric, leaving nothing to imagination...only to hunger. His eyes weren’t even open in the picture, but Jungkook could feel the heat of them, could feel the way his omega knew exactly what effect this would have.
Jungkook’s thumb traced over the screen, slowly following the shape of Jimin’s jaw, the plush of his mouth. His chest tightened, his breath catching. The longer his eyes lingered, the lower they traveled. Down the graceful line of Jimin’s throat. Over the smooth arch of his collarbone. Across the smooth plane of his stomach.
By the time he reached the waistband of those shorts, Jungkook’s body betrayed him. His cock stirred, then hardened, the ache immediate and fierce. His stomach clenched with need, and a growl rattled low in his throat, filling the empty room.
Jungkook’s throat worked as he stared at the picture, cock straining against the confines of his sleep pants. He propped the phone onto the pillow beside him, screen still lit so Jimin’s image wouldn’t leave his sight. His hands were already at the drawstring at his waist, fumbling impatiently, growls slipping through his teeth as if his body had reached its limit holding back.
The string snapped free, the elastic dragged down, and he shoved the fabric out of the way until his cock sprang into his palm...long, thick, flushed, already leaking for the omega smiling up at him from the pillow.
“Fuck…baby…” he hissed, wrapping his fist tight around himself, dragging slow, punishing strokes from base to tip. His hips jolted up off the sheets, chasing the friction, imagining the slick heat of Jimin’s body milking him instead of his own hand.
The image of Jimin....that teasing curve of his hips, the careless sprawl of his thighs, lips parted like he was begging to be kissed...burned through Jungkook’s vision. He couldn’t hold back the guttural sounds clawing from his chest, deep rumbles filling the nest like the phantom presence of his omega.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he rasped, eyes locked on the picture, thumb smearing precum over his swollen head. His knot throbbed heavy at the base, already swelling, his body betraying his desperation to knot Jimin down even from miles away.
The sheets rustled violently as his pace grew harsher, hand flying faster, his entire body bowing with the effort. His free hand clutched at the pillow where the phone rested, pressing Jimin’s picture close to his face.
“Mine…fuck, Jimin, you’re mine. My beautiful omega…” His voice broke into a growl as his knot began to pulse, thick and insistent, aching to pop. His strokes turned sloppy, hips jerking wildly into his fist, balls drawing up tight.
With a roar, his orgasm ripped through him. Hot, thick spurts painted his stomach and chest, his knot locking down hard as though his body expected Jimin’s walls to be milking every drop from him. He kept stroking through it, snarling, spilling until his hand was slick and his abdomen drenched.
Finally, he collapsed back into the sheets, chest heaving, phone clutched to his heart. Jimin’s photo glowed faintly in the dim light, and Jungkook pressed his lips to the screen, whispering hoarsely, “Wait for me, baby…I’ll fill you up for real soon.”
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The morning sunlight poured through the cabin windows, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Blankets were spread haphazardly across the floor, a cozy little nest where Jimin and Jaehyun sat on either side of Jaeha. The pup, now three months old, was brimming with curiosity and energy, his tiny limbs stretching and kicking, head bobbing proudly as he pushed against the floor on his tummy.
“Come on, baby peach, you can do it!” Jimin encouraged, his voice a mix of excitement and pride. He held his phone carefully, capturing every little milestone for Jungkook.
Jaehyun leaned in, wiggling his fingers excitedly. “Go, Jaeha! Roll, roll!” he cheered, his words simple but enthusiastic, eyes wide with fascination.
Jaeha cooed, a bright, gurgling sound, and wriggled with determination. With a surprising wiggle and a tiny grunt of effort, he rolled onto his back, startling himself for a moment before breaking into a delighted little squeal.
“Good job! You did so good!” Jimin and Jaehyun cheered in unison, clapping and laughing as Jaeha’s tiny chest rose and fell with excitement.
Jimin lifted the phone, turning the camera to his own face. “Look who knows how to roll over, Appa…your baby peach!” He laughed, holding it steady, then panned it to Jaehyun, who waved energetically. “Hi, Appa! I'm helping Jaeha roll over.”
Jaeha wasn’t done yet. He rolled himself up onto his tummy again, eyes fixed on a soft rattle lying just out of reach. His little hands scraped against the blanket as he wriggled forward, tiny legs kicking furiously.
“Come on, little guy, you can do it!” Jimin encouraged, voice full of warmth and excitement. Jaehyun held the rattle just slightly further, teasing him playfully.
The pup cooed and stretched, a look of fierce determination on his face. Slowly but surely, he nudged the rattle closer, grasping it triumphantly with both hands. He squealed in delight, bouncing slightly on his tummy.
“Yes! You got it!” Jimin cheered, his voice echoing with pride. “That’s it, baby, use those arms!”
Jaehyun clapped and giggled. “Yay! He's so smart, Eomma! Good job, Jaeha!”
Jimin turned the phone back toward his face, eyes glinting with love. “Appa, did you see that? Your baby peach is getting so strong. Look at him go!”
Encouraged by their praise, Jaeha attempted something new. With Jimin supporting his chest lightly, the little pup pushed up onto his hands and knees, rocking forward and back in small, tentative motions...the very beginning of crawling. His soft coos and tiny giggles filled the room, bouncing off the walls.
“Wow, baby peach, you’re going to be crawling before we know it!” Jimin laughed, ruffling the pup’s soft hair.
Jaehyun leaned close, eyes wide. “Jaeha will go fast! Zoom!” he exclaimed, his three-year-old enthusiasm shining.
Jimin focused the camera on the trio, capturing their messy, joyful little family in the morning sun. “We love you so much, Appa. Can’t wait to show you all the new tricks your baby can do,” he whispered, pressing send. He imagined Jungkook’s reaction...the pride swelling in his chest, the wide grin, maybe even a little laugh of disbelief.
Finally, the pup, satisfied with his accomplishments, flopped onto his back between them, rattle clutched tightly in tiny fists, eyes sparkling with glee. Jimin and Jaehyun collapsed beside him, laughing softly, brushing stray wisps of hair off his forehead, and feeling the quiet warmth of family all around them.
The cabin was filled with coos, giggles, and soft chuckles, the sun casting a cozy glow over blankets, toys, and three hearts completely caught up in the love of their little pup.
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Jungkook settled into the big leather chair in his office, the soft glow of his desk lamp painting the room in warm hues. The mansion was unusually quiet. The usual hum of construction, staff chatter, and distant engines had faded into stillness, and in that quiet, his absence from his family pressed on him like a weight he couldn’t shake.
His phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He glanced down to see a video from Jimin. A small, fleeting smile tugged at his lips, but his chest ached all the same. The sight of his mate’s name on the screen made him painfully aware of how much he was missing.
He pressed play.
The video opened with Jaeha on his tummy, straining against the blanket, little arms pushing, legs kicking energetically, head lifted high on his own. His tiny determination made Jungkook’s heart tighten in a way only seeing his family could.
“Come on, baby peach, you can do it!” Jimin’s cheerful encouragement rang out through the phone. His voice was steady, full of warmth and pride, and Jungkook couldn’t help but let out a low rumble of satisfaction at hearing it.
Jaehyun’s small, excited voice added to the scene: “Go, baby! Roll, roll!”
Jaeha’s tiny body wiggled, rolled, and...finally...landed on his back with a triumphant squeal. Jungkook’s hand flexed on the desk. His chest clenched. Every motion, every squeal, every triumphant little roll of their pup burned into his mind.
“Yes! You did it! Good job, baby!” Jimin and Jaehyun cheered. Their laughter and pride twisted his chest with longing.
Jungkook traced the movements on the screen, memorizing every detail: the way Jaeha’s legs kicked, the determination in his little fists, the glow of pride on Jimin’s face, and Jaehyun’s unfiltered joy. His chest tightened further as he realized just how much he had missed...a very important milestone of his little pups life, and he hadn't been there to cheer him on.
“Hi, Appa! Baby peach rolled!” Jaehyun’s voice, innocent and excited, pierced through the ache in Jungkook’s chest. He swallowed hard, wishing he could scoop both of them into his arms and feel that weight, that warmth, that perfect chaos.
He paused the video at a frame of Jaeha clutching his rattle, eyes wide and proud. Jungkook’s hand lingered over the phone, almost reverently. His chest rose and fell slowly. “My family…my everything,” he murmured, voice low, more to himself than anyone else.
He replayed the video, over and over, committing every detail to memory. He could feel his protective alpha instincts coil tighter, a subtle growl rumbling in his chest. He wanted to be there, keeping them safe, holding Jimin close, teaching Jaeha the world was theirs to conquer but that he’d always be there. He longed to sweep into the room, arms heavy with authority and warmth, claiming them as his in a quiet, unshakable way.
His thumb hovered over the screen, almost afraid to let the video end. The empty quiet of the mansion felt too heavy, too hollow, and he feared that once the laughter faded from the phone, he’d be left with nothing but silence and longing. Yet even from afar, he could feel their love, their triumphs, their growth..and it filled a corner of his chest that had been aching so badly.
He leaned back, voice low, almost a growl: “You'll be home soon…I promise."
Then, unable to resist the pull of their laughter, their tiny voices, their bright smiles, he pressed play again. He let the squeals, the coos, and the gentle encouragement of his mate fill the empty space of the mansion. In that moment, Jungkook’s longing and pride intertwined...painful and beautiful at the same time...and he knew that soon, they would be home.
And when he did, he would never let them out of his sight.
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Later that night, Jungkook’s office was quiet, the mansion bathed in the soft glow of lamps and moonlight filtering through the tall windows. He stared at his phone for a moment, fingers hovering over Jimin’s contact, before pressing the video call button. His chest tightened as it rang, anticipation and longing coiling in his chest.
After just one ring, Jimin’s face appeared on the screen, illuminated by the warm kitchen light. In his arms, Jaeha rested snugly against his hip, tiny limbs curled against his body as he yawned and squirmed slightly. The little pup’s blanket slipped lazily over his back, but he was alert, eyes wide and curious, tracking Jungkook’s image on the screen.
“Kook!” Jimin’s voice was soft but bright. “Did you see the video?” He gently bounced Jaeha against his hip, making the pup gurgle happily.
Jungkook’s eyes softened, and a low rumble escaped his chest. “I did, baby…our little pup rolled! He’s…he’s so amazing.” His gaze lingered on Jaeha’s tiny hands, one gripping the edge of Jimin’s shirt, the other patting the blanket, and the way his head wobbled slightly as he adjusted on Jimin’s hip.
Jimin’s grin widened as he shifted Jaeha so he could show him better to the camera. “I knew you’d want to see it. He’s been practicing all morning with Jaehyun and me. You should have seen him...so determined! Look at him now, all proud on my hip.”
“I wish I could’ve been there,” Jungkook said, voice thick with longing. “I hate missing it, baby…every little thing.”
Jimin’s eyes softened, a touch of sadness in his expression. He nuzzled Jaeha’s little head, making the pup squeal softly in delight. “I know, Kook…I know you do. But at least you can see him now. All snug on my hip, rolling and growing every day.”
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, thumb brushing over the edge of the phone as he watched them. “I swear…I’ll never let another milestone go by without me there again. I can’t…I can’t miss them growing up.” His voice grew a low growl of possessiveness, almost protective. “I want to be there, holding you and Jaehyun, holding Jaeha, watching him roll and laugh. I want to be the one keeping you all safe.”
Jimin’s smile faltered slightly, touched by the raw longing in Jungkook’s tone. He shifted Jaeha to rest his head against his shoulder, stroking the tiny back with gentle fingers. “I know, baby…soon. Soon, we’ll all be home, together.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened but stayed intense, drinking in the sight of his mate cradling their pup. “Soon,” he echoed. “I can’t wait to see you all…to hold all three of you.”
Jimin laughed lightly, despite the ache in both their hearts. He bounced Jaeha gently, letting him wriggle happily on his hip. “We love you, Kook. And we miss you too. But for now, at least you can see him, all proud and rolling over like a little champ.”
Jungkook’s thumb brushed the screen, lingering on Jaeha’s bright eyes and tiny hands clinging to his mate. He was Jimin's little twin. “He’s perfect. Just like his Eomma.”
The screen filled with quiet laughter, soft coos, and the warm glow of home, even if Jungkook was miles away. And though he ached to be there in person, the video call...the sight of Jimin holding Jaeha, both thriving, happy, and so alive...was enough to keep him tethered, at least until he could get them home and never let his family leave again.
Chapter 44
Summary:
Alexei meets his fate.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
THE CELLS - 2 MONTHS LATER
Jungkook sat alone in the dimly lit war room, the massive table before him cluttered with maps, notes, and plans. The fire crackled softly, casting shadows that twisted across the walls like smoke, mirroring the darkness that had settled into his mind over the past two months. Alexei had been his prisoner all this time, locked in the cellar, a void so complete it might as well have been its own world. Starvation had hollowed him. Beatings had left marks that mapped his body like a warning. But it was the isolation...the endless, consuming dark...that had truly shattered him.
Jungkook ran a hand over his face, jaw tight. He could still hear the echoes of Alexei’s fear: frantic scraping at the stone walls, ragged, panicked breaths, quiet, desperate pleas that had always come too late. Two months of silence, of uncertainty, of slowly eroding hope. He had watched Alexei wither, watched the fire in his eyes dim piece by piece, until there was almost nothing left.
Jungkook had broken him mentally and physically.
He rose from the chair, the sound of his boots cold and deliberate on the hard floor. Every movement was measured. Every thought was precise. His black eyes were calm, but beneath the surface coiled a fire...cold, sharp, absolute...that even his most loyal lieutenants had learned never to test.
At the cellar door, Jungkook paused. He could feel the darkness beyond, thick and almost alive, a companion to Alexei’s terror. The man had already endured every punishment imaginable...starvation, fear, the suffocating void. Months in the dark had stripped him of resistance, of hope, of control. It was time to finish this.
A slow exhale, and Jungkook shifted. Muscle and sinew reshaped, fur bristling, limbs elongating until he was no longer human. Only on special occasions did he allow himself this full form...massive, primal, a predator perfected...and the weight of that rarity made the moment heavier, more absolute. Every step he would take carried the weight of dominance and finality. Alexei would feel it instantly, even before he saw it.
The door creaked as it opened, a thin shaft of light spilling weakly into the void. Jungkook stepped inside, paws silent on the stone floor. The cellar was thick with the tangible residue of fear, of months of torment. The scent of panic clung to the walls, mixed with the faint tang of hunger and sweat. Alexei would feel it...the size, the presence, the inevitability of the predator that now towered over him.
Good. Let him feel it all. Let him know the full measure of what he has done to deserve this. Let him understand that there is no wall high enough, no shadow deep enough, no darkness dense enough to hide him from the consequences. He has nothing left.
Jungkook moved with a dark purpose. He wanted Alexei to feel the same fear and uncertainty he forced on his mate and his pups...the way every hour, every second could bring chaos, danger, or pain. He wanted Alexei to understand what it felt like to exist in that constant, suffocating tension, the kind that frays nerves and warps reality.
He advanced slowly, savoring the tension, letting the silence and shadow amplify every heartbeat, every desperate breath that trembled in the air. The low growl vibrating through the cellar walls was not a threat. It was a promise. Every sound, every movement, whispered inevitability.
Alexei’s panic was a tangible thing now, coiling in the pit of his stomach, a visceral reaction he couldn’t control. Months of torment had hollowed him. Hunger and fear had gnawed at his mind and body alike, leaving only raw instinct and dread. Every day of darkness, every hour of deprivation, had been preparation for this moment.
It had to be over.
Jungkook’s thoughts were as sharp and cold as the claws that now pressed lightly against the floor. This was the culmination of everything: every choice, every punishment, every moment Alexei had endured. Every day had led to this point. He would end it, and in doing so, make absolutely clear who held the power, who controlled life and death, who decided the rules.
The cells waited. The darkness waited. And Jungkook moved, silent, massive, inevitable...an apex predator entering the final act of a months-long game. Every instinct, every calculated thought, pointed in one direction: the conclusion of what had begun two months ago.
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For two months, Alexei had been trapped in darkness so complete it felt alive, pressing against his skin, whispering in his ears. It wasn’t just dark...it was an abyss, so deep he couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face. The walls of the cell seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving him suspended in a void that pressed from every direction. Every sound...each drip of water, each distant footstep...was amplified, slicing through the silence and making his heart pound as if it could burst.
He had always feared the dark, a secret he had buried even from himself. But now, trapped in this unending void, that fear had grown into something monstrous. Shadows twisted into imagined predators, silence became a scream, and the air itself seemed alive, pressing against him, suffocating him. Even the faintest sound...a scuttle, a distant clink of metal...set his nerves alight, making him flinch, making his chest tighten with panic.
The beatings, the starvation, the shocks...each had been brutal, unforgettable. Jungkook had pushed him to the edge, studied exactly how far he could go before Alexei’s mind fractured. His body bore the marks: bruised ribs that throbbed with every breath, cracked lips that still ached from being slammed against stone, trembling limbs that sometimes refused to hold him upright. Yet, it was the darkness that had been the real torment. The physical pain was fleeting; the abyss had been eternal. It had been an ever-present predator, patient, insidious, stripping him of time, hope, and even the certainty of his own mind.
Alexei flinched at every noise, paranoia twisting his thoughts. Every shift of air, every imagined movement in the shadows, made his stomach churn. He could feel the darkness pressing on him from all sides, suffocating, enclosing, like it wanted to consume him entirely. And then...a sound that froze him, made his very bones ache with dread...the creak of the cell door swinging open.
A cold, unbearable certainty sank into his chest. His time was up.
From the shadows came a low, guttural growl, deep and resonant, echoing off the stone walls and vibrating through his bones. It was a sound that seemed too big for the cell, too alive, too hungry. Every instinct screamed at him to flee, to hide, to do anything...but there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Then he saw them...two glowing red eyes, slicing through the abyss like twin knives. They weren’t human. They were predatory, unyielding, burning with a heat that chilled him to the core. Jungkook had come...not the man, not the alpha...but the monster he had become, massive and terrifying, a shadow given shape and hunger.
The wolf lunged. The movement was impossibly fast, cutting through the darkness like a storm. Teeth clamped down on Alexei’s throat with a force that shattered bones, tore sinew, and made blood erupt in a hot, metallic spray. Pain exploded across his body, every nerve screaming in agony. The walls seemed to tremble with the violence, the cell slick with warm, coppery blood. He clawed at the wolf, kicked, twisted, but it was useless. The sheer weight, the strength, the unrelenting pressure of the beast pinned him utterly.
The darkness swallowed him completely now, amplifying the terror. He could feel the coarse fur pressing against his skin, smell the wild musk of predator and blood mingling, taste the iron tang of his own life spilling from him. Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat a drum of panic, every sound magnified into a cacophony of dread. The guttural growls vibrated through his chest, resonating in a way that seemed to shake his very soul.
Time blurred. Pain, fear, and hopelessness collided into a single, suffocating reality. The abyss had claimed him before Jungkook’s teeth even did.
And in the final instant, as his consciousness frayed and his life slipped away, Alexei’s last thought was horrifyingly simple and absolute: there was no light at the end of the tunnel.
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THE LAKE HOUSE
Jin carefully lifted the phone to his ear, making sure Min-gi was nestled safely in his little blanket nest, fast asleep. The soft rise and fall of the baby’s chest was a comfort, grounding him as he stepped onto the balcony. The cool night air brushed against his skin, carrying a faint scent of jasmine from the garden below. Above him, the stars shimmered like scattered gems, distant and silent, but his focus was entirely on the warmth radiating from the small device in his hand...the voice waiting on the other end.
“Namjoon?” he said softly, his voice tentative, almost shy in the stillness of the night.
“My Seokjin,” came the reply, deep, smooth, resonant. There was a weight to the voice, an ache of longing softened by the gentle tone. “I’ve been thinking about you every day for two months… and missing you.”
A flutter stirred in Jin’s chest, a warmth that made his stomach tingle. “I miss you too. More than I can even say.” His lips curved into a small, fond smile as he imagined Namjoon pacing somewhere, heart beating just as fast at the sound of his voice.
There was a quiet pause, just the sound of their breathing over the line...the subtle inhalations and exhalations that felt intimate, grounding, like a tether connecting them across the miles. Jin leaned against the railing, letting the night wrap him in its quiet calm, before taking a slow, steadying breath. “I…I have something to tell you,” he admitted, trying to keep his voice steady, though his heart raced.
On the other end, a low, concerned growl rumbled through the phone. “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
Jin laughed softly, teasing, letting the tension ease from the line. “Calm down, knothead…everything’s fine. It’s just…I’m pregnant.”
The effect was instantaneous. There was a sharp intake of breath, a loud thump, and then silence.
“Namjoon?” Jin’s voice tightened with concern. “Are you there?”
Still nothing. Panic prickled at the edges of his calm, and he pressed on. “Namjoon?!”
Then a scramble of movement erupted over the line...feet skidding across the floor, a chair tipping slightly...and Namjoon’s deep, flustered voice came, laced with embarrassment and something undeniably alpha:
“I…I’m sorry, baby! I…I thought you said you were pregnant again, and I…” Another thump. “…I got dizzy and…fell!”
Jin couldn’t help it; a snort of laughter bubbled from him despite the worry. “You big dork! I am pregnant!”
There was a pause, and then Namjoon’s growl returned, deeper now, vibrating with protective possessiveness. “Pregnant? My omega…another pup…” His voice softened, the raw alpha instinct underlying every word, carrying both awe and devotion. “…You’re carrying our pup…?”
Jin’s chest swelled, warmth flooding him as a soft smile spread across his face. “Yeah, baby…another little pup.”
“You’re not…not overdoing anything, right?” Namjoon asked quickly, practically pacing in Jin’s imagination. “I need to make sure you’re safe. You’re okay? Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, Joon,” Jin said, amusement lacing his tone. “I’m not fragile, you know.”
A growl rumbled from the other side of the line, low and possessive. “You’re my omega. My baby. I can’t…I just…I need to be there. I’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you. I’m coming to get you.”
Jin chuckled softly, his hand instinctively moving to rest over his belly, feeling the small, impossible life growing inside. “You’re ridiculous. You’re going to spoil this baby rotten before it even comes out.”
“I will,” Namjoon said firmly, every word deliberate, heavy with alpha devotion. “And I’ll make sure you’re taken care of too. Every day, every minute. You and our pups are mine.”
Jin pressed a hand over his heart, the rhythm of it syncing with the protective pulse he could hear in Namjoon’s voice. “I love you, Namjoon. And Min-gi loves you too, even if he’s asleep right now.”
“I love you both, baby,” Namjoon replied, voice rough, thick with emotion. “I can’t wait to see you. I can’t wait to hold both of you.”
The night air wrapped around Jin as he leaned further against the railing, feeling it brush over his skin and tousle his hair. Every word, every growl, every tender declaration pressed through the phone and filled the cool night air, making the distance between them shrink. For a moment, despite the miles, the cold, the silence, Jin felt the pull of Namjoon’s presence as though the alpha were right there beside him...protective, possessive, unwavering.
He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of that thought settle in, the stars above twinkling softly, witness to the quiet, unbreakable bond of their little family.
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Hoseok sat outside by the fire pit, the flames flickering, casting warm, dancing light across his face. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the soft crackle of burning wood. In his hand, he held his phone, fingers trembling slightly. Excitement and nerves waged a war in his chest. Tonight, he would tell Yoongi. Tonight, everything would change.
For years, they’d never talked about having pups. Their lives were too dangerous, too unpredictable. The mafia’s shadow hung over every choice they made, every moment of peace never guaranteed. Yet here he was, poised to change everything with a single word, a single confession. One word from Yoongi could make his heart soar...or shatter.
Hoseok took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady the quiver in his hands. “Okay…just say it,” he whispered to himself, thumb hovering over Yoongi’s contact. He pressed the call button before he could chicken out.
The phone rang once, twice…then Yoongi’s deep, velvety voice rumbled through the speaker, low and steady, carrying an authority that made Hoseok’s chest tighten. “Hey, baby. You okay?”
“Hi my love,” Hoseok said softly, voice almost betraying him with a tremor.
“You sound…stressed,” Yoongi growled, low, possessive. “Do I need to kill someone?”
Hoseok let out a nervous laugh, though it was shaky, breaking only a fraction of the tension clawing at his stomach. “Well…I am a little stressed because I have something to tell you… I don’t know how you’ll feel about it…”
The alpha on the other line went silent for a heartbeat, then his voice softened...but not his edge. Concern, curiosity, and that unmistakable possessive weight in his tone rolled through the line. “Hoseok…what is it?”
Hoseok’s heart hammered so violently he was sure Yoongi could feel it across the phone. “…Yoongi…I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a pup.”
There was a pause. Just the sound of Yoongi breathing. Hoseok’s pulse spiked; the waiting made it worse, the uncertainty unbearable. Panic pricked at the edges of his nerves.
“H-Hey…Yoongi? Baby…are you there? I know we didn’t plan this and I’m sorry… the birth control must have failed when I had my heat last time…” Hoseok’s voice wavered, panic rising. “Yoongi?”
Then a growl rolled through the phone...low, guttural, impossibly deep. It vibrated in Hoseok’s chest and made his stomach flip. It wasn’t just a sound...it was him. Yoongi, alpha, possessive, protective, furious and enthralled all at once.
“I’m coming to get you,” Yoongi said, voice tight with alpha intensity, each word measured and commanding. “Have your stuff packed.”
Click. The line went dead.
Hoseok froze, phone clutched in both hands, staring at it as if it had betrayed him. His mouth fell open, eyes wide. “Wait! What? Yoongi?!” he shouted into the quiet night. The fire crackled in agreement, echoing his disbelief.
His hands shook, but now with a heady mixture of relief and anticipation. A nervous laugh escaped him, breath hitching as adrenaline surged through his veins. He really is coming. He’s coming. My alpha, my Yoongi…
Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, heart hammering against his ribs, imagining Yoongi’s arrival: the scowl softening just for him, the low growl vibrating in his chest as the alpha swept him up, possessive, protective, already calculating every way he would guard him and their pup.
He leaned back in the chair, the firelight dancing in his wide eyes. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind: the nursery, tiny little socks, teaching the pup to crawl, Yoongi hovering, growling, marking his territory in a way only an alpha could.
A giggle escaped him, unrestrained and light. Yeah, we’re definitely screwed…in the best way possible.
Hoseok rose, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, gripping the phone tighter, whispering to himself, heart still racing: “Okay, Hoseok…get ready. Your life just changed forever. And honestly? I think I’m ready for it.”
And in the back of his mind, he could almost feel Yoongi: the possessive alpha energy, the low hum of dominance, the certainty that no one would ever touch him...or their pup...without facing a storm. It was thrilling. Terrifying. Perfect.
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Jimin lay in bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the room. The pups were curled up beside him, breathing gently in their sleep, and for a moment, he let himself just watch them, heart swelling with quiet affection.
Over the past week, Jimin had started noticing the first signs of preheat...light cramping, a subtle flushing across his skin, and a dull ache that settled deep in his body. This time, it seemed to be coming early, much sooner than expected. Jin had said that being constantly around not one, but two pregnant omegas must have triggered Jimin’s own instincts, a phantom heat stirring his omega into wanting more pups. Even these early signals made his chest tighten and his thoughts drift toward his alpha, longing for the comfort and protection only Jungkook could give.
He pressed a hand to his lower abdomen, sighing softly. A sharp twinge made him wince slightly, though it passed quickly. Jimin let out a breath and shook his head, trying to dismiss the need building inside him. His thoughts immediately went to Jungkook...how much he missed him, how empty he felt without him here, and how his alpha would react knowing he was already starting to feel his heat.
Unable to resist, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded out onto the balcony, the night air cool against his skin. The pups slept peacefully inside, oblivious to the growing anticipation between their parents. He pulled out his phone, thumb hovering over Jungkook’s contact, and pressed call.
After a single ring, Jungkook’s face appeared on the screen, dark eyes locking on Jimin instantly, and his chest tightened at the sight.
“Hey, baby,” Jungkook rumbled, voice warm. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Alpha,” Jimin said, smiling, though his stomach fluttered nervously. “When are we coming home?”
Jungkook glanced toward the mansion behind him, shadows of construction still lingering across the rooms. “We’ll have the house finished in a couple of days,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “But that’s not the point. I can't wait to bring you home, Jimin. All of you.”
Jimin laughed softly, heart aching. “Me too. The pups and I have missed you so much.”
A deep rumble vibrated through Jungkook’s chest. “I’ve missed you all too, baby. Too damn much,” he admitted, voice dropping lower, possessive undertones threading through the warmth. “I can’t stand that you’re out there without me. Especially you…all mine.”
Suddenly, a sharp cramp twisted through Jimin’s lower abdomen. He sucked in a breath, bracing as it passed, and his body tingled with that desperate, familiar ache.
“Baby? What's wrong? Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice went tight, tense, a low growl underlying every word.
Jimin let out a nervous laugh. “Alpha…I’m in preheat.”
For a long moment, silence hung over the line, and Jimin could hear the deep rumble on Jungkook’s side of the phone.
“Baby…isn’t it way too early?” Jungkook’s voice was tight, disbelief and concern lacing every word. “Jaeha’s only four months old and you're still breastfeeding. Your next heat isn't supposed to come for another eight months.”
Jimin swallowed against the fluttering ache in his belly. “Jin says…he thinks it's a phantom heat. It’s because I’ve constantly been around two pregnant omegas lately. He thinks it's triggered my omega…wanting to be bred again.”
Suddenly a low rumble vibrated the speaker.
“My mate…in preheat…needing me…wanting to be bred?” Jungkook growled, voice rough, urgent. “No one else can touch you. No one else can see you like this. I am coming. Now.”
“Jungkook? What? You said the house isn’t finished!” Jimin protested, half-laughing, half-panicked.
“It is finished enough,” Jungkook growled, every word heavy with ownership and raw need. “You are not staying there while you are needing me so desperately. Not when you are in heat. I want you home, in our nest, with me. My pups, my mate. I am coming to get my family. Be ready.”
The line went dead.
Jimin’s lips curved into a shaky smile as he set the phone down. His heart raced, heat pooling low in his belly. His alpha was coming. Possessive, protective, utterly focused on him. No one could keep Jungkook away now. The cool night air felt electric against his skin, and every fiber of him hummed with anticipation, knowing that in just a short while, he would be back in the safety and fire of Jungkook’s arms.
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Jungkook’s office was quiet, the soft hum of his computer the only sound. He reached over and shut it down, running a hand over his face. The tension coiled tight in his chest, every nerve taut. Now that Alexei was no longer a threat to his family, and with the house nearly finished, there was nothing holding him back. Tonight, he was going to get Jimin. Tonight, he would bring his family home.
The thought of his mate in preheat gnawed at him relentlessly. He imagined Jimin’s body responding, craving him, flushed and aching, and it set his teeth on edge with raw need. Possessiveness flared in his chest. No one...no one...was going to touch what was his.
He grabbed his keys, phone, and stepped toward the door, already tasting the sweetness of finally holding Jimin in his arms, when urgent knocking rattled the wood.
Jungkook froze. His eyes narrowed, muscles coiling instinctively. The knock came again, louder this time, impatient and insistent.
Jungkook swung the door open.
Yoongi and Namjoon stood there, faces taut, news barely contained behind their sharp expressions.
“Hoseok's pregnant!” Yoongi announced, voice low but tense, like a growl threatening to break free.
“Jin’s pregnant!” Namjoon shouted almost at the same moment, the words brimming with the same barely restrained heat.
“I’m going to go get my mate and bring him home tonight. My alpha is going nuts,” Yoongi growled, eyes flashing.
“Same for me. I need my mate and pups home. Now. Tonight,” Namjoon rumbled, voice deep and full of controlled fury.
Jungkook’s brow lifted, a slow, sharp smirk tugging at his lips. A low, throaty rumble escaped him, half-amusement, half-possessive fire. “Yeah, I know,” he said evenly, though his chest heaved with restrained excitement. His gaze sharpened, dark and dangerous, cutting through the tension like a blade. “And your pregnant omegas…made mine go into preheat.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and Jungkook could feel the primal heat of his claim stirring deep inside him. His alpha instincts flared, protective and possessive, and he flexed his jaw, savoring the chaos of their shared excitement...and the way it all tethered back to his own mate, waiting for him to bring them home.
Both Yoongi and Namjoon blinked at him, understanding instantly. Jungkook’s eyes glinted dangerously. The thought of his omega, Jimin, already needing him, craving him while others were nearby made his stomach tighten with possessive hunger.
“Let’s go get them,” he said, voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “Bring them all home.”
The three alphas moved with synchronized urgency, the weight of what lay ahead settling over them like armor. They descended the mansion stairs, the echoes of their footsteps cutting through the silent hallways, and reached the garage. The night air was sharp and biting, whipping at their coats as they loaded up. Engines roared to life, headlights piercing the darkness. Every instinct screamed at Jungkook...protect, claim, possess.
As they pulled onto the road, the night stretched endlessly before them. Jungkook’s thoughts were a tempest: Jimin curled up with the pups, his scent, the soft flush of skin from early preheat. He imagined anyone else daring to look at his mate in that state, and his claws itched to tear through anyone who stood in his way.
Even though the moon hung high and the road ahead was long, one truth burned brighter than any star: no one...no one...ever came between an alpha and his family. And never, under any circumstance, came between an alpha and his mate in heat.
The convoy surged forward into the night, each mile bringing them closer to Jimin and the pups. Jungkook’s jaw was set, his hands gripping the wheel tight. Desire, protectiveness, and insatiable need roared through him. He would reach his mate tonight. He would make sure nothing and no one ever dared challenge what was his again.
Chapter 45
Summary:
The alpha's reunite with their mates and pups after a two month long separation.
Notes:
Here's some sweet domestic bliss for everyone.
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Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The alpha’s car crunching on the gravel woke Taehyung before anyone else. He stepped onto the porch just as the dawn light spilled over the lake, golden and calm, reflecting on the still water. “They’re all still upstairs,” he said simply, nodding toward the door as Jungkook and the others arrived.
Jungkook’s nose twitched, catching the warm, comforting scents of his family above. His heartbeat quickened; the pull of his mate and his pups was magnetic. He moved with precision, almost silently, each step taking him closer to the heat and scent that set his instincts ablaze.
At the door to his family’s room, the familiar, soft, sleepy scent of his pups hit him, wrapping around him like a warm, comforting balm. Jaehyun and Jaeha lay curled together on the bed, tiny chests rising and falling in slow, even rhythm. Jaehyun’s small arm draped protectively across Jaeha’s waist, his nose buried in the fine strands of his brother’s hair, a picture of innocence and trust.
Jungkook’s shoulders eased, the tension coiling in his chest loosening slightly as he climbed in the nest with one knee. He leaned in, pressing his nose close to theirs, inhaling deeply. Their scent...soft, warm, uniquely theirs...flooded him, spice, peaches, a mix of baby sweetness, faint milkiness, and sleepy warmth. A low, satisfied rumble rose in his chest as he nuzzled Jaehyun, inhaling every note of him, then shifted slightly to Jaeha, doing the same.
With each breath, he marked them subtly with his own scent, letting them know without words that they were his, protected, and safe. It was an intimate ritual, both possessive and tender, a quiet promise: I am here. I will always protect you.
The pups shifted slightly, nuzzling closer instinctively, tiny sighs escaping them as they accepted his presence. Jungkook lingered, letting the moment stretch, savoring the simple perfection of his family safe and asleep, the soft glow of dawn spilling across their faces. Every heartbeat of the room seemed to sync with his own...a quiet, sacred rhythm of alpha, mate, and pups.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s head, then to Jaeha’s, letting the warmth and scent mingle with his own in the air, a silent vow of protection and devotion. Even after everything, after all the battles and dangers, here in the nest, his family was his, utterly and completely.
But the shower running nearby stole the rest of his attention. Preheat thickened the air; the sharp, irresistible aroma of his mate drew him in, tugging at something primal and insatiable inside him. His jaw tightened, a low, rumble escaping him...a warning, a promise, and a declaration all at once.
He rose from the nest, every movement deliberate, muscles coiling with controlled need. His hands fisted at his sides for a moment, savoring the anticipation, then he began to shed his clothes with deliberate slowness, each piece falling to the floor with the softest whisper. Every heartbeat echoed in his chest, every nerve alive and attuned to his mate’s presence.
At the bathroom door, the faint fogged glass distorted shapes, but Jungkook didn’t need to see clearly to know. He inhaled, drinking in Jimin’s scent, his mate’s body responding in ways that drove him wild. He admired the curves and planes of him even through the obscured glass...the full swell of his small breast, heavy with milk for their pup, the impossibly tiny waist that fit so perfectly against him, the thick, pert ass, and honey-toned thighs that begged to be claimed. The sight, the smell, the knowledge of Jimin in preheat drew a low growl from him.
He pushed the door open slowly, letting the warmth of the shower steam mingle with his presence. Jimin’s eyes snapped open, pupils dilated, a sharp gasp slipping from him at the sight of Jungkook.
“Hey, baby,” Jungkook growled, voice low, thick with possession. The air seemed to hum around him, every movement deliberate, claiming.
Jimin didn’t hesitate. He leapt into Jungkook’s arms, sobbing into him, knees wrapping instinctively around his waist. “I… I missed you so much,” he choked out between frantic kisses, voice breaking. “I’ve missed you… every second… I couldn’t…I couldn’t sleep thinking about you…”
Their lips crashed together violently, desperate, wet, teeth grazing, tongues tangling in frantic rhythm. Jimin pressed against him, scenting, claiming, hands roving over Jungkook’s broad back, down to the tight muscles of his hips. Every gasp, every whimper, every shiver fanned the fire that roared between them, heat pooling in Jimin’s belly, slick already coating him.
“Fuck me, please…I need you so bad,” Jimin whimpered into his mouth, needy, aching, utterly consumed. Jungkook’s grip tightened, a possessive, possessive hold that said without words, You’re mine. Always.
A low, primal growl left Jungkook as he bent slightly, lifting Jimin higher, legs wrapping around his waist. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and Jungkook’s lips dragged over every inch of Jimin’s neck, leaving fiery, aching marks, a warning and a claim.
“I want you so much,” Jimin gasped, pressing his breasts against Jungkook’s chest, voice trembling with need.
“Mm…me too, baby,” Jungkook growled, his lips finding Jimin’s again. “Every second without you… was unbearable. I thought I’d lose my fucking mind.”
The rhythm of desire was sudden and brutal. Jungkook aligned himself and drove in with one hard, relentless thrust. Jimin’s head fell back, a scream of pure, dizzying pleasure tearing from him. One hand braced against the slick glass, nails dragging, leaving shallow scratches, while the other wrapped tight around Jungkook’s broad shoulders.
“God...Kook!” Jimin cried, voice breaking, his thighs trembling around Jungkook’s waist. “I missed this, I missed you! You feel so good inside me…I can’t...fuck...I can’t take it.”
“Shh, baby,” Jungkook grunted, slamming in harder, faster. “You can take it. You were made for me. Look at you...so tight around me, soaking for me. You missed my cock, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” Jimin sobbed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I missed it...I missed you...I thought I’d break without you.” His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable, even as he cried out in bliss.
“Never again,” Jungkook growled, biting into the soft flesh of Jimin’s throat. “I’ll never leave you again. You’re mine, Jimin. Mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to keep.”
The shower glass rattled under the force of his thrusts. Jimin’s hand slid uselessly against the condensation, leaving streaks as his body shook.
“Harder,” Jimin begged, clinging tighter, panting hot into Jungkook’s ear. “Please, Kook...don’t stop. I need it. Need all of you.”
“You have me,” Jungkook snarled, grinding in deep, making Jimin sob out loud. “All of me. Always. You’ll never go without me again...do you hear me?”
“Yes...yes, I hear you,” Jimin gasped, tears mixing with the shower water as he trembled, overwhelmed. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
Jungkook’s knot swelled suddenly, locking them together, and Jimin’s body seized, his back arching violently. His orgasm ripped through him, the most intense he’d ever known, his scream raw and unrestrained.
Jungkook followed with a guttural growl, pressing Jimin flush against the wall, spilling deep as he bit down over Jimin’s mating mark, possessive and claiming. His thrusts slowed to deep, grinding pushes, holding Jimin tight as they both shook through the aftermath.
Even after the knot began to ease and their breathing steadied, Jungkook didn’t let go. His forehead rested against Jimin’s, their lips brushing, both of them panting, trembling.
“Mine,” Jungkook whispered fiercely, tracing every bite, every mark, every tremble with his mouth. “Always mine. No matter where you are, no matter what...mine.”
“I missed you so much,” Jimin whispered again, voice breaking as he pressed his face to Jungkook’s chest.
“I know, baby. I missed you too. Never again. You’re not going to have a single night without me in our bed. I’ll fuck you to sleep every night if I have to, just to remind you,” Jungkook promised, kissing his damp hair, holding him tighter.
“Yours,” Jimin whispered, clinging desperately, still shaking in the aftermath. “Always yours.”
“Good,” Jungkook growled, possessive and soft at once. “Because I’ll never let you go.”
The water finally began to cool, but neither of them seemed to care. Jungkook kissed Jimin through the steam, long and slow now, dragging his lips over swollen ones as if to soothe the violent claiming they’d just shared. Jimin clung to him, refusing to let go, their mouths brushing together every few breaths.
Eventually, Jungkook reached behind Jimin and turned off the water. “Come on, baby,” he murmured against his lips. “Let’s get dressed before I pin you in here again.”
Jimin giggled breathlessly, cheeks still flushed pink. He guided Jungkook out of the shower, handing him a towel while drying his own hair quickly. Every time Jimin reached for his clothes, Jungkook leaned down and stole another kiss, unable to go more than a handful of seconds without tasting him. Jimin indulged him, laughing softly, kissing back each time before nudging him toward his shirt.
Once dressed, Jungkook wrapped an arm firmly around Jimin’s waist, leaning down to whisper, “I want to go cuddle my pups.” His voice was softer now, but the edge of yearning in it was unmistakable.
Jimin’s heart squeezed. He smiled tenderly and guided him back to the nest room. The soft dim light fell over their sleeping pups. Jungkook’s chest rumbled low as he knelt down and crawled carefully onto the mattress, moving like a predator yet soft as silk.
He slipped beside little Jaehyun first, wrapping strong arms around his small body and pulling him close. His nose brushed against his pup’s cheek, scenting him thoroughly, covering him with the reassurance of his presence. “My strong boy,” he whispered, kissing Jaehyun’s warm, round face again and again.
Then Jungkook shifted, still holding Jaehyun, and wrapped his arm around tiny Jaeha as well. He leaned down to kiss his soft head, his lips lingering. Just then, Jaehyun stirred. He lay there for a moment, blinking sleepily, before his big doe eyes fluttered open.
When he saw his Appa, his whole face crumpled, and he began to whimper and cry softly.
“Oh, no, no, don’t cry, baby,” Jungkook murmured quickly, gathering him closer, rocking him gently. His lips pressed to Jaehyun’s temple over and over. “Appa is here. I’m here, my love.”
Jaehyun sniffled, clutching at his father’s shirt with tiny fists. “Appa…I missed you so much,” he whispered brokenly. “I was dreaming you were here.”
Jungkook’s throat tightened, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he kissed his son’s damp face. “You’re not dreaming, baby,” he whispered, his voice thick. “Appa’s really here. And I’m not leaving you again.”
Jimin sat nearby, watching with soft, glistening eyes. His heart ached with love at the sight of his mate and their pup, the bond between them so raw and pure. His two alphas...father and son...curled into each other like they’d never been apart.
A tiny grunt broke the moment, and all eyes turned to little Jaeha, who was beginning to stir. He rolled onto his tummy with a determined wiggle, his chubby legs kicking.
Jaehyun’s tears turned into a wet giggle. He looked up at Jungkook with bright eyes. “He does that all the time now, Appa. He's so strong.”
Jungkook’s smile broke wide and full of pride as he reached for his beautiful omega pup. He lifted Jaeha gently, cradling him to his chest, nuzzling into his sweet scent as he squirmed. “My strong little omega,” he murmured, kissing his soft head. His arms wrapped around both pups, scenting them deeply, possessive and tender, the wolf in him finally at peace.
Jimin’s heart clenched at the sight...his alpha in his rightful place, surrounded by his pups, overflowing with love. He stepped closer to the edge of the nest, kneeling beside them, his fingers brushing lightly over Jaehyun’s hair.
“Come here, baby,” Jungkook murmured, looking up at Jimin with dark, softened eyes. “I need all of you with me.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a small smile. Without hesitation, he crawled into the nest, careful not to jostle the pups. Jungkook shifted immediately, his strong arm opening wide, gathering Jimin against his chest with Jaehyun still tucked securely between them. Jaeha gave a little grunt of protest at being squished, and Jungkook chuckled softly, lowering him carefully into Jimin’s arms before looping his arm back around all three of them.
The four of them lay tangled together...Jungkook stretched long and protective, one arm caging them in while his nose pressed into Jimin’s temple. Jimin held Jaeha against his chest, kissing his soft head, while Jaehyun snuggled between them, small hands clinging to his Appa’s shirt.
Jungkook kissed the crown of Jaehyun’s head, then turned to press another soft kiss to Jaeha’s hair before finally capturing Jimin’s lips in a lingering, tender kiss. He pulled back only to whisper, voice hoarse, “This is all I wanted…all I needed. My pups. My mate. My whole world right here.”
Jimin blinked through the warmth in his chest, brushing a gentle hand over Jungkook’s jaw. “We missed you too,” he said softly. “All of us. But now we're going home.”
Jungkook’s throat bobbed as he buried his face against the side of Jimin’s neck, scenting him deeply while his hand rubbed Jaehyun’s back. “I’m never leaving our nest again,” he murmured, voice low and rough with emotion. “Not unless you’re with me.”
Jaehyun shifted, sniffling as his little body relaxed finally, safe in the cradle of his Appa’s arms. “Don’t leave again, Appa,” he whispered sleepily.
“I won’t, my boy,” Jungkook promised immediately, kissing his hair again and again. “Appa’s right here. Always.”
Jaeha made a soft little sound, squirming against Jimin’s chest, his tiny hands curling in Jimin’s shirt. Jungkook leaned over to nuzzle him once more, smiling when he blinked up with wide, innocent eyes. “And my strong little omega,” he whispered, kissing his forehead. “Appa’s here to protect you too.”
Jimin curled closer, melting into Jungkook’s side, his hand resting lightly over Jungkook’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. Their little family was wrapped tightly together, scents mingling, nest warm and safe.
Jungkook exhaled, tension draining from his body at last.
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Sunlight spilled gently through the curtains, the pale glow warming the edges of the nest. Jungkook stirred first, his instincts pulling him awake even before the pups moved. His arm was heavy around Jimin’s waist, his nose pressed against his mate’s hair, breathing him in. The scent of his family...his mate and his pups...had him sinking into a kind of peace he hadn’t felt in months. For a fleeting moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Just this. Just them.
A little wiggle at his side drew his attention. Jaehyun was awake, blinking up with big, round doe eyes. For a moment he just stared at his Appa like he couldn’t quite believe he was real. His chest rose and fell in quick little breaths before his small hands reached out, grabbing Jungkook’s shirt and tugging insistently.
“Appa,” he whispered, soft but urgent, like he was afraid if he didn’t say it quickly, Jungkook might disappear.
Jungkook’s chest ached at the sound. He smiled, kissing his son’s forehead. “Good morning, my boy.” His voice was low, still thick with sleep, but tender and full of relief.
Jaehyun’s lip trembled, his wide eyes glossing over before breaking into a grin. Then he shoved his face into Jungkook’s chest, snuggling so tightly that it made Jungkook’s heart twist. The little pup wiggled again, trying to climb up his father’s broad chest like a determined pup scaling a tree. Jungkook let him, steadying him with big hands, chuckling when Jaehyun puffed out his cheeks in mock seriousness.
“Appa, I’m hungry,” he declared with all the gravity a small pup could muster.
“We’ll get you food soon,” Jungkook promised, smoothing a hand down his back before peppering his face with kisses. “But first, cuddles.”
Jaehyun squealed in delight, thrashing weakly as Jungkook rolled him onto his back and smothered him with stubbly kisses. “Appa! Stop, it tickles!” he cried between helpless giggles, tiny fists pushing at Jungkook’s face.
The sound woke Jimin, who stirred beside them with a sleepy smile, his lashes heavy as he blinked at the sight of his mate and their eldest pup tangled in laughter. His heart melted instantly. He tucked Jaeha closer to his chest, rubbing a gentle hand down the younger pup’s small back. The little omega made a soft squeak, his round mouth puckering before he blinked awake, still hazy with sleep. He stretched against Jimin, little fists waving clumsily before one landed against Jungkook’s side.
Jungkook immediately turned toward the tiny nudge, his instincts sharp, and scooped Jaeha up with practiced ease. “And there’s my baby peach,” he crooned, his voice going impossibly soft as he nuzzled his son’s cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
Jaeha made a soft grunt before wriggling into Jungkook’s chest, his tiny body going pliant against the strong warmth and steady heartbeat. Already soothed. Already safe.
Jaehyun sat up proudly, pointing like he’d just proven something. “See, Eomma? Appa makes him stop fussing right away.”
Jimin laughed quietly, his hand smoothing down Jaehyun’s messy hair. “That’s because your Appa’s the strongest alpha,” he teased, his voice warm, his eyes shining with love.
Jungkook rumbled in mock pride, a playful growl rolling from his chest that made Jaehyun gasp and puff his chest out in imitation.
“I’m strong too, Appa,” Jaehyun declared, his little voice earnest, full of determination. “I can protect Eomma and Jaeha when you’re not here.”
The words made Jungkook’s throat tighten. He pulled both pups against him, one in each arm, cradling them close like they were his very heartbeat. He leaned forward until his forehead pressed against Jimin’s, grounding himself in the touch. His voice came out low, a little rough. “I know you will, my boy. You’re already so brave. But I’ll always come back. Always. You don’t ever have to doubt that.”
Jimin’s hand slid up Jungkook’s arm, rubbing soothing circles as he watched his mate’s eyes shine with unspoken emotion. His own chest swelled with pride at their little alpha pup, so protective already.
The nest was full of soft noise now, a bubble of safety and warmth. Jaehyun was tugging at Jungkook’s hair, giggling when his father growled playfully and nuzzled his neck. Jaeha made happy squeaks whenever Jungkook pressed kisses to his round cheeks, his tiny hands grabbing at Jungkook’s collar.
Jimin leaned against them, his heart so full it ached. His whole world...his mate, his sons...was here, wrapped in morning light and love. For the first time in a long time, everything felt whole again.
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The smell of butter and eggs filled the kitchen, warm and comforting. Jimin hummed softly as he worked at the stove, moving with ease that came from cooking for Jungkook and Jaehyun over the years. Even though they had a cook at the mansion, Jimin sometimes would opt to make their meals instead. His omega wanting to provide for their mate and pup.
Jungkook sat at the table with Jaehyun and Jaeha, both pups pressed against him like they never wanted to let go. Jaeha, still drowsy from waking, curled against Jungkook’s chest with his little fist bunched in Appa’s shirt. Jaehyun leaned into his side, eyes wide and bright as he talked a mile a minute about the things he’d dreamed, the games he wanted to play, the way Jaeha had started rolling over all on his own.
Jimin glanced over his shoulder with a soft smile. “They missed you.”
“I missed them more,” Jungkook rumbled, nuzzling the top of Jaehyun’s head before kissing Jaeha’s soft hair. His eyes never left Jimin, though, watching every move as though he couldn’t look anywhere else.
Jaehyun wrinkled his nose. “Appa, you’re staring at Eomma again.”
“I always stare at Eomma,” Jungkook replied simply, smirking. His hand rubbed slow circles over Jaeha’s back. “He’s the most beautiful thing in this world.”
Jaehyun nodded his head and sipped his orange juice. "Eomma's the prettiest of all Eomma's."
Jimin flushed but pretended to focus on plating food. “Breakfast is ready,” he announced, carrying dishes to the table. He set a plate in front of Jungkook first, then Jaehyun, before finally sitting down beside them.
Jungkook immediately shifted, sliding an arm around Jimin’s waist and pulling him close, as though he couldn’t stand the distance even at the table. “They still asleep upstairs?” he asked, nodding toward the ceiling where the others were.
“Mm,” Jimin hummed, spooning food onto his own plate. “Let them sleep. It’s just us for now.”
“Good,” Jungkook grunted, satisfied. He pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, lingering there, voice low and possessive. “I like it better this way.”
Jaehyun giggled into his eggs. “Eomma’s blushing.”
Jimin laughed softly, shaking his head. “Eat your breakfast, pup.”
But Jungkook didn’t let go. His gaze softened, words thick with something deeper. “I missed this. I missed you.”
Jimin’s heart tugged at the sincerity in his tone. He leaned into Jungkook’s hold, eyes warm. “I missed you too.”
The little family sat together at the table, the kitchen filled with soft chatter, Jaehyun’s giggles, and Jaeha’s quiet coos. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything was whole again.
Jungkook shifted Jaeha onto his lap so he could eat comfortably, his strong arms cradling the tiny omega close. “So,” he started, voice low but warm, “what all did you and Eomma do when you first got here?” His black eyes sparkled with curiosity as he glanced down at Jaehyun, waiting for his story.
Jaehyun’s face lit up, fork clattering against his plate as he bounced in his chair. “We went to buy food! Eomma bought me chocolate cereal, and banana milk, and...” he leaned forward dramatically, eyes wide, “we bought things for s’mores!”
Jungkook chuckled, nodding along. “Sounds like Eomma spoiled you.”
Jaehyun’s excitement wavered, his mouth drooping. “... Eomma wouldn’t buy gummy worms though,” he mumbled sadly.
Jungkook smirked, brushing his son’s hair back. “We’ll see about those gummy worms later, pup.”
That perked Jaehyun back up immediately. He wiggled in chair and added brightly, “Oh! And Eomma and Jin and Hoseok bought dog toys for Bam!”
Jimin, mid-sip of his coffee, choked and sputtered, coughing into his sleeve. Jungkook’s attention snapped to him instantly, his hand rubbing circles between Jimin’s shoulder blades. “Are you okay, baby?”
Jimin waved him off, cheeks flushed crimson as he forced a laugh. “Yup. Totally fine. Coffee went down wrong.”
But Jungkook’s dark eyes narrowed just slightly, one brow arching as he repeated slowly, “Dog toys. For Bam?”
Jaehyun nodded earnestly, clearly oblivious to the tension in the air. “Yes, Appa! One was purple and two were pink!”
Before Jungkook could reply, Jimin shot up from his chair, moving quickly around the table. He pressed a hand gently over Jaehyun’s mouth, his smile tight but sweet. “Baby, why don’t you finish eating and we’ll tell Appa all about our stay later, hm?”
Jaehyun blinked at him, then gave a muffled “Mhm.” When Jimin removed his hand, Jaehyun obediently chirped, “Okay, Eomma,” and went back to shoveling eggs into his mouth.
Jimin walked back around to his side of the table, sat down and picked up his coffee. Jungkook leaned back in his chair, and draped an arm around Jimin’s waist, smirk tugging at his lips. His eyebrow stayed lifted, his expression infuriatingly amused. “Mm,” he hummed lowly, watching Jimin looking anywhere but at him.
Jimin’s blush deepened, and he avoided his mate’s stare by sipping his coffee again.
Jungkook’s arm stayed snug around Jimin’s waist as he leaned closer, voice dropping to a low, teasing rumble that only Jimin could hear. “Dog toys for Bam, huh?” he murmured, lips brushing Jimin’s ear. “A pink one, you said?”
Jimin froze mid-sip of coffee, cheeks instantly flushing hotter than before. “K-Kook!” he whispered sharply, trying to pull away without drawing attention from the pups.
But Jungkook only tightened his hold, smirk tugging at his lips. “Mm…sounds like someone had fun shopping,” he teased, the possessive edge in his voice playful but clear. “You looked way too excited about those dog toys.”
Jimin groaned softly, hiding his blush behind the rim of his coffee cup, heart hammering. “I…wasn’t...ugh...you’re so infuriating!”
Jungkook chuckled, low and satisfied, fingers brushing over Jimin’s hip. “Maybe I am…or maybe I just like seeing you flustered when I’m around,” he murmured, leaning a little closer. Then his grin turned wicked, and he added in a low, teasing growl, “It’s a good thing I’m here, baby…looks like you won’t have any use for those toys after all.”
Jimin’s hand froze on his coffee cup, eyes wide, heat crawling up his neck and face. “K-Kook!” he gasped softly, trying to keep his voice steady while the blush deepened.
Jungkook’s grin only widened, voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Mm…I’ll take care of everything you need, baby. You won’t have to worry about a single thing.”
Jaehyun babbled excitedly about marshmallows, and Jaeha reached for a piece of banana on Jungkook's plate, blissfully unaware of the tension between his Appa and Eomma. But Jimin could feel it...the possessive warmth radiating off Jungkook, playful and intoxicating, and he shivered under it.
He leaned in closer, lips ghosting over Jimin’s temple. “You like making me crazy, don’t you?” he murmured softly, voice rougher now, almost dangerous under the playful tone.
Jimin couldn’t help but shiver, heart hammering. “Maybe a little,” he admitted quietly, eyes flicking to the little chaos of pups at the table, then back to his mate.
Jungkook’s grin widened, and he whispered one last thing before letting Jimin sit back with a flushed smile: “Good. Because I like claiming every bit of you…even when you’re pretending to be innocent.”
Jimin swallowed hard, heat pooling in his chest, while Jungkook finally relaxed, still smirking, enjoying the sight of him flustered and completely his.
The pups continued their breakfast unaware, but the air between Jungkook and Jimin sizzled with unspoken desire and playful possessiveness. Morning sunlight glinted off the table, the smell of eggs and toast mingling with warmth, love, and a little bit of mischief.
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YOONGI/HOSEOK POV
The alphas arrived at the lake house at dawn, the soft gray light spilling over the trees, brushing the quiet porch in pale gold. Taehyung was already waiting, leaning against the railing, arms crossed as though he had been standing guard all night.
“They’re all still asleep upstairs,” Taehyung murmured, straightening as Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook approached. His whiskey-and-leather scent wrapped around them briefly before he stepped aside.
Jungkook gave a curt nod, already moving toward the stairs with purpose. Yoongi followed, slower, his sharp nose twitching as he inhaled the air. His chest tightened when he caught the faint, familiar notes of sunshine and lilies drifting down the hallway.
Hoseok.
His mate’s scent was soft and sweet, threaded with the subtle richness of pregnancy...warm milk, comfort, life. It pulled Yoongi forward like a tether, each step faster, more certain, until he was standing before a door halfway down the hall.
He pushed it open quietly.
Inside, the curtains were drawn, the room bathed in a dim, golden haze. On the bed, Hoseok lay curled on his side, one hand resting instinctively over the flat swell of his stomach. His breathing was soft and steady, lips parted slightly in sleep, his round cheeks flushed with warmth.
He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him. His shoes were kicked off silently, his movements careful, reverent. With slow, deliberate steps, he approached the bed.
Leaning down, he pressed his nose against Hoseok’s hair, inhaling deeply. The scent wrapped around him, grounding him, calming the restless ache that had been gnawing at his chest since they’d been apart.
“My sunshine,” Yoongi whispered, voice rough with emotion. His hand brushed over Hoseok’s arm, down to where his mate’s hand rested protectively on the curve of his belly. Yoongi placed his palm there too, covering Hoseok’s hand with his own, a low purr vibrating in his chest.
Hoseok stirred at the touch, lashes fluttering. His warm, sleepy eyes blinked open, and the moment they landed on Yoongi, they softened instantly, filling with tears. “Yoongi…” he breathed, voice cracking with relief.
Yoongi leaned down, pressing his forehead against Hoseok’s. “I’ve got you now,” he murmured, voice steady, possessive, and tender all at once. “I’m never letting you go again.”
Yoongi wrapped his arms around him without hesitation, pulling him tight, burying his nose in the curve of his mate’s neck. His scent poured out instinctively...gunpowder and mahogany, blanketing Hoseok and the nest until there was no space left between them. A low rumble vibrated in his chest as he nuzzled him, scenting and claiming.
Hoseok’s lips trembled as his fingers gripped Yoongi’s shirt, holding him close. The omega’s tears slipped silently into the pillow, soaking the fabric. His scent wavered, sweet but tinged with the fragile edge of uncertainty.
“I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about a pup,” Hoseok whispered, voice breaking, the words spilling out like a confession he had been holding onto far too long.
Yoongi’s jaw tightened, not in anger, but in the sheer force of emotion surging through him. He pressed a rough kiss to Hoseok’s temple, then to his damp cheek, tasting the salt of his tears. “Hoseok,” he murmured firmly, “you carrying my pup is the greatest gift the world could give me.”
His hand slid down, resting firmly over the gentle curve of Hoseok’s stomach, protective, reverent. “This...” his voice deepened, his scent spilling out in thick waves of forest and rain, wrapping around them, staking claim... “this is everything I’ve ever wanted. You. Our pup. Our family. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Hoseok choked on a sob, clinging to him tighter, burying his face against Yoongi’s neck as if afraid he’d vanish. “I missed you so much,” he whispered, broken and raw.
Yoongi held him, strong and steady, his lips brushing over his mate’s hair. “I missed you too, sunshine. More than air. More than anything. You and this pup…you’re my whole world.”
Hoseok’s eyes closed, relief softening his features as he melted fully into Yoongi’s arms. And Yoongi held him there, pressed his nose into his mate’s hair, and listened to the rhythm of two heartbeats...the one he had loved all his life, and the one he would love for the rest of it.
His scent poured over Hoseok and the pup, thick and grounding, gunpowder and mahogany wrapping them in a cocoon of belonging. Yoongi buried his nose into Hoseok’s shoulder, rumbling low, almost wolfish, as if to imprint his scent deep into their skin. He wanted their pup to know him, to recognize him, to feel the safety of his presence even in the womb.
Hoseok relaxed instantly, the tension in his body unraveling as the steady weight and warmth of his alpha surrounded him. His tears slowed, his breathing evened, and a soft hum slipped from him...sleep tugging him back down now that he had what he needed most.
Yoongi pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of his mate’s head. His thoughts whispered with fierce certainty: I’ll never leave them again. Not him, not our pup. They’re mine...my whole world. I’ll protect them with everything I am.
Within minutes, Hoseok’s breathing deepened, his scent turning soft and sweet in sleep. Yoongi stayed awake a little longer, nose buried in his mate’s hair, hand steady over the pup, listening to the gentle rhythm of both their heartbeats. Only when he was sure they were safe, wrapped completely in his scent, did his eyes drift shut.
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NAMJOON/JIN POV
Namjoon’s chest tightened the moment he stepped into the lake house. The air was heavy with familiar scents...pack, family, safety...but beneath it all was the one that unraveled him completely. Roses, soft and steady. Milk, sweet and warm. His omega. His mate.
His wolf stirred instantly, ears pricking, tail raised high. Mate. Pup. Ours.
He followed the scent without hesitation, his stride long and certain, until he reached a door at the end of the hall. The moment he opened it, the sight rooted him in place.
Jin was asleep in the nest, his long lashes fanned against flushed cheeks. His lips were parted slightly, breath deep and even, one arm curled protectively around their pup nestled against him. Min-gi’s tiny fist was tangled in Jin’s shirt, his soft pup scent filling the air...forest pine, soft yet fresh, grounding in its innocence. It mingled perfectly with Jin’s roses and milk, a fragrance that screamed home.
Namjoon’s throat burned. His wolf pressed against his skin, demanding he move, claim, guard, protect. For a long moment, he just stood there, taking them in...the curve of Jin’s frame beneath the blankets, the rise and fall of two breaths synced together, the way their pup fit so perfectly against him. His family. His whole world.
Carefully, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He stripped off his jacket and shoes with quiet efficiency before lowering himself into the nest. The moment his weight shifted the blankets, Jin stirred.
Dark eyes blinked open, still heavy with sleep. The second he saw him, Jin’s mouth trembled, and tears welled before he could stop them. “Joonie…” His voice cracked, soft and raw with relief.
Namjoon was on him instantly, arms wrapping around his mate, pulling Jin and their pup against his chest as though he could fuse them into his very skin. His scent poured out without restraint...sage, rich and grounding, flooding the nest and wrapping around his family.
His wolf rumbled, pleased. Mate safe. Pup safe. Never apart again.
“Shh,” Namjoon whispered into Jin’s hair, kissing the crown of his head, his temple, his cheek. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”
Jin trembled against him, burying his face in his neck. His hand slid instinctively to his belly, where life fluttered quietly beneath. His lips curved into a watery smile. “I knew you’d want this pup as much as I do.”
Namjoon’s heart clenched. He pulled back just enough to look at him, his large hand covering Jin’s over the still flat plane of his stomach. His voice was low, steady, fierce. “More than anything. You, our Min-gi, this pup...we’re everything I ever dreamed of.”
His wolf pressed forward at the words, satisfaction rolling off him in waves. Yes. More pups. More life. Pack strong. Mate happy.
Jin’s tears slipped free, but his smile was radiant, soft and trembling. He leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, his breath shaky.
Namjoon held Jin and Min-gi close, inhaling the mingled scents...roses, milk, pine, sage...and felt his wolf pulse with contentment. Every muscle in him relaxed, every protective instinct at ease, yet still alert.
A small stirring at his chest drew his attention. Min-gi’s eyes blinked open, large and curious, the soft innocence of a five-year-old filling the room. He stretched, his tiny arms brushing against Namjoon’s chest.
“Appa…?” Min-gi mumbled sleepily, his voice a little hoarse but full of wonder. “Is it really you? You’re here?”
Namjoon’s lips curved into a soft, relieved smile. “I’m here, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Min-gi’s head. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
Min-gi’s eyes lit up like stars. “I missed you so much! I knew you’d come back!” He wiggled closer, his tiny hands gripping Namjoon’s shirt.
“I know, my pup,” Namjoon murmured, letting his wolf rumble low in satisfaction. Safe. Happy. Family together. He adjusted slightly, letting Min-gi curl comfortably against him, still holding Jin close as well.
Jin laughed softly, brushing Min-gi’s messy hair back from his forehead then bending down to kiss his dimples. “Did you have good dreams, pup?”
Min-gi nodded vigorously. “Yeah! But I wanted Appa too… ’Cause I missed you!” His voice was insistent, pleading, yet innocent.
Namjoon pressed a gentle hand to Min-gi’s back, running it soothingly. “I missed you too, baby. But now we’re together. All of us. Forever.”
Min-gi beamed, hugging them both in a tiny, determined squeeze. “I’m glad! Can we…can we play today? And eat pancakes?”
Namjoon chuckled, the sound warm and full of relief. “Yes, pup. Pancakes, cuddles, and all the love in the world. That’s today’s plan.”
Min-gi, satisfied with the answers and the warmth of the family around him, snuggled further, curling into the comforting triangle of his parents. Namjoon inhaled deeply and thought he had never known peace like this. The lake house, the sunlight, his family safe and close…it was everything he had wanted and more.
For the first time in a long while, Namjoon let himself fully relax, letting his wolf lie at ease beneath the skin, satisfied, content, and utterly devoted to the family he loved more than anything in the world.
Chapter 46
Summary:
Jungkook, Jimin and the pups stay behind at the lake house.
Notes:
Here is some more domestic bliss. Our couple has earned it.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The kitchen smelled of warm syrup and fresh bread, the aftermath of breakfast still lingering in the air. The soft clatter of plates and cups filled the room, mingling with Jaehyun’s laughter as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. His wide, excited eyes locked onto Jungkook.
“Appa… can we go swimming today?” he asked, voice bright with anticipation.
Jungkook exchanged a glance with Jimin, a low, approving rumble vibrating through his chest. “Of course, baby,” he said, voice warm and teasing, the barest edge of amusement sharpening his tone.
Jimin chuckled, brushing a stray curl from Jaehyun’s forehead. “Yes, sweetheart. We can go, but not just yet,” he said, smiling as he gently tucked the little pup close.
Leaning down, Jungkook ruffled Jaehyun’s hair, his dark eyes softening with affection. “It’ll have to be in a little while. Appa needs to go buy some clothes first. We’re staying a few more days before heading back home.”
Jaehyun squealed, throwing his arms around Jungkook’s neck, his tiny body wriggling with excitement. “Yay! I know how to swim good, Appa! Ask Eomma! I can swim like a fish now!”
Both Jungkook and Jimin laughed, the sound rich and easy, filling the kitchen like a living thing. Jimin’s hands smoothed down Jaehyun’s hair with tenderness. “Looks like someone’s ready to show off,” he said, voice full of warmth.
Jimin glanced at Jungkook, tilting his head slightly, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “So… when do you want to go shopping?”
Jungkook smirked, voice low and authoritative, yet playful. “Let’s go now. That way Jaehyun has plenty of time to splash around later without waiting.”
Jimin nodded in agreement. “Okay. Let me grab Jaeha’s diaper bag and we can head out.” He leaned over, pressing a brief, warm kiss to Jungkook’s lips before lifting Jaeha into his arms and heading upstairs, the soft weight of the pup settled against him.
Downstairs, Jaehyun ran in wide arcs around the living room, laughter spilling into the air as he burned off some of his boundless energy. Jungkook pulled out his phone, sending a concise, precise message to Taehyung:
We’re going out shopping for an hour or two. Tracker’s on the SUV and one on me inside my boot. Packing heat. Should be fine, it’s far off the grid. If we’re not back in exactly two hours…come look for us.
A few seconds later Jungkook's phone dinged with an incoming message from Taehyung.
Got it, Boss.
Moments later, Jimin returned, Jaeha cradled against his chest, eyes heavy but happy. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Ready?” he asked softly, anticipation glimmering in his eyes.
Jungkook’s dark gaze softened, a low, approving rumble escaping him. “Yeah, baby. Let’s go.”
Together, they walked out to the sleek black SUV parked in the sunlight, the metal gleaming like a predator waiting to move. Jungkook buckled the kids into their car seats with meticulous care, checking each strap, each angle, ensuring their safety.
Jungkook opened the passenger side door next, his large hand automatically brushing the frame to make sure nothing was in Jimin’s way. “Come on, baby,” he murmured, voice low, coaxing. He offered his hand, steady and sure.
Jimin slipped his smaller hand into it, letting Jungkook guide him down into the seat. The alpha’s touch lingered, smoothing over his thigh before reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from Jimin’s face. Only then did Jungkook crouch slightly, leaning in, careful not to crowd but close enough that his presence filled every inch of space.
Turning to Jimin, he slid his hands along the seatbelt, pulling it across and brushing his fingertips across Jimin’s waist as he fastened it. Jimin leaned in, lips curling into a playful smile. “Baby…I can buckle myself,” he murmured, teasing, though his cheeks flushed at the gentle, possessive gesture.
Jungkook smirked, clicking the belt into place with deliberate finality. “I know,” he rumbled, thumb grazing the edge of Jimin’s hip before withdrawing. “But I like taking care of what’s mine.”
He then walked over to the driver's side and paused. Jungkook bent slightly, sliding a hand behind his pants to check the gun tucked in its holster. The cool metal pressed reassuringly against his palm, perfectly secure. Satisfied, he straightened, every muscle coiled and ready, his instincts sharp even in this rare moment of calm.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, Jungkook clicked his seatbelt into place, the familiar weight of control settling over him. He flexed his fingers over the wheel, the low rumble of the engine vibrating through the cabin. With one last glance at his mate and their pups, he eased the SUV onto the road, the black metal slicing through the sunlight-dappled morning.
Jaehyun squealed from the backseat, bouncing in his car seat. “We’re going shopping! Yay!”
Jaeha let out a soft coo, small hands clutching his blanket as he squirmed slightly in his car seat, eyes half-lidded but happy.
"Appa?” Jaehyun’s little voice piped up, hopeful. “Can we get some gummy worms too?”
Jungkook’s lips quirked into a low, dark chuckle. “We’ll see, baby,” he rumbled, eyes flicking to Jimin with an amused glint.
As the SUV glided along the quiet forest road, sunlight filtering in through the canopy, Jungkook reached over, his large hand enveloping Jimin’s. His fingers threaded through Jimin’s with natural ease, warm and grounding, thumb brushing in slow, deliberate circles across the back of his hand. The simple contact anchored him, tamed the restless fire simmering just beneath his skin.
“Baby…how’s your preheat today?” he asked softly, voice low and velvety, a mixture of concern, possessiveness, and barely restrained hunger threading through every word.
Jimin’s lips curved into a small, tired smile, eyes flicking to Jungkook’s hand before returning to the road ahead. He squeezed Jungkook’s fingers lightly in return, a silent reassurance. “Just small cramping here and there,” he admitted, voice soft and almost teasing, a hint of vulnerability peeking through. “Nothing major. I can tell my heat’s still a ways off yet.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, dark eyes flicking toward the rearview mirror where Jaehyun and Jaeha fidgeted quietly in their car seats. His thumb continued its slow, soothing motion against Jimin’s hand, a grounding gesture for both of them. The scent of Jimin...warm, sweet, honey and lemons with preheat undercurrents...drifted into his senses, setting every nerve on edge.
“Good…just minor, huh?” Jungkook murmured, low, possessive, voice threading between reassurance and warning. “I'll keep you safe, baby.”
Jimin leaned slightly into the touch, meshing their fingers together as if to meld with him, letting out a quiet, content sigh. “I know, Kook…I always feel safe with you,” he whispered, eyes soft, trusting, utterly his.
Jungkook’s wolf hummed beneath the surface, a low vibration of satisfaction and alertness. Protective instincts flared and receded in rhythm with his heartbeat, a primal undertone to the civilized world around him. His gaze flicked to the kids again, but they were occupied, giving him the freedom to linger in this intimate moment.
He flexed his fingers around Jimin’s hand, a possessive squeeze, slow and deliberate. It was a silent vow: claimed, guarded, adored. His mind traced the small, comforting warmth of Jimin’s small hand against his skin, the soft cadence of his breath, the subtle rise and fall of his chest.
The forest outside was serene, sunlight speckling through the leaves, but inside the SUV, a different kind of heat settled...intense, unspoken, a tether that bound them as mate and alpha. Jungkook’s mind briefly wandered to the lake, the children laughing, Jaehyun splashing, Jaeha’s tiny squeals of delight...but the anchor remained Jimin, the scent, the warmth, the preheat that hadn’t fully arrived yet but would, and Jungkook would be there. Every. Single. Moment.
He let himself savor it...the closeness, the quiet intimacy, the unspoken claim...before turning his focus back to the road, to the life they’d carved out for themselves here, and the brief freedom that awaited once they finished shopping. But in that moment, nothing existed but the soft squeeze, the brush of their fingers, and the promise he felt deep in his chest: he would never let go.
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The SUV rolled into the small town just as the afternoon sun hit its peak. Streets were quiet, the scent of fresh air mingling with the faint tang of pine from the surrounding forest. Jungkook parked near a modest mall, dark lenses shielding his eyes as he scanned the area. Satisfied with the low traffic and minimal onlookers, he killed the engine and checked the gun tucked in the back of his pants. Secure. Ready.
“Stay close,” he murmured, one hand sweeping over the parking lot, alert to every movement.
Jimin stepped out immediately, he slid the baby carrier wrap around his chest then reached down, lifting Jaeha from his car seat and putting the tiny pup inside the carrier. Jaeha nuzzled into Jimin, cooing softly, the warmth and scent of honeys and lemons enveloping Jungkook, sharpening his protective instincts.
Jungkook crouched briefly to lift Jaehyun out of his seat, the little pup wriggling excitedly in his arms. Every step toward the mall entrance was measured; every glance swept the surroundings, cataloging potential threats.
Jaehyun’s excitement bubbled over as he glanced at the new surroundings. “Appa…look at all the shops!” he squealed, bouncing slightly in Jungkook’s arms.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smirk, brushing a possessive hand over Jaehyun’s back. “Patience, little one. We’re almost inside.”
Jimin adjusted Jaeha, soft curls brushing his chest. “Ready, baby?” he asked quietly, voice tinged with a smile and warmth.
Jungkook’s dark eyes softened slightly, but only for a heartbeat. “Yeah. Let’s move,” he rumbled.
Inside the mall, the air smelled of new fabric, leather, and popcorn from the movie theater. A little ways down they found the department store they were looking for. Jungkook’s gaze immediately located the men’s section. Calvin Klein underwear and swimwear stood neatly arranged.
Jimin leaned casually against the shopping cart as Jungkook ran his fingers over the fabric. “Baby,” Jimin murmured, voice low and teasing, watching as Jungkook tossed a pair of underwear into the cart, “you would have been such a good Calvin Klein model. God…I’m getting hot just thinking about you posing in your underwear.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a slow, dark smirk, the scent of honeys and lemons from Jimin swirling around him. “How about I model them for you later when we're alone?” he murmured, leaning closer, voice low, edged with possessive hunger.
“Mm…yes,” Jimin breathed, tilting his head back slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “I mean… you’d look so good…posing…flexing those big muscles…showing off every inch…”
Jungkook’s hand flexed over the fabric of a swimsuit, jaw tightening. “Baby…be careful. You’re not supposed to be this distracting in public.” He leaned his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder, brushing his lips along the curve teasingly. “You smell so damn good…preheat, honey and lemons…I can barely think straight.”
Jimin let out a breathy laugh, eyes glimmering with heat. “Later, baby…” he whispered. “You can have me later.”
Jungkook grinned, dark and possessive, before nipping Jimin’s lip lightly, a low rumble of his wolf vibrating from his chest.
Jungkook moved efficiently through the racks, tossing a few more pairs of underwear and swimwear into the buggy. Then he added a few neatly folded jeans, some crisp shirts, and a handful of socks, making sure he had everything he’d need for the few days they planned to stay. Every selection was precise, deliberate, but the tension and heat with Jimin made even the mundane act of shopping feel intimate and private.
With a final sweep through the section, Jungkook rolled the cart toward the checkout, shoulders straight, chest humming with restrained desire. Jimin held Jaeha close, Jaehyun skipping beside them, and Jungkook’s protective gaze flicked constantly to the parking lot outside. Family safe. Mate desired. Pup thriving. All was right.
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The SUV trunk door closed with a soft thud, the summer air mingling with the faint scent of pine from the forest. Jungkook carefully lifted Jaehyun into his car seat, buckling the little pup in with practiced precision. Jaehyun’s tiny hands immediately dove into the bag of gummy worms they’d grabbed from the candy shop inside the mall, munching happily with a satisfied hum.
Jimin carried Jaeha to his car seat on the other side and secured him gently. The little pup wriggled and cooed, his tiny hands pressing against the straps as Jimin adjusted them, reassuring him with soft murmurs. “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe,” he whispered, brushing a finger lightly along the strap to soothe him.
Jaehyun leaned back in his seat, eyes sparkling. “Mmmm, Appa…these are so good!” he announced, chomping down on another gummy worm.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a small, approving smirk as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s head. “Is that right, baby?” he murmured.
“Mmhm!” Jaehyun replied enthusiastically, picking up another worm.
Satisfied, Jungkook straightened, glancing over at Jimin. He stepped around the SUV and gently took Jimin’s hand, guiding him into the passenger seat. His fingers lingered briefly on Jimin’s, firm and possessive, as he buckled the seat belt securely across his mate.
“There,” Jungkook murmured, a low rumble in his chest. “All safe.”
Jimin gave him a small, teasing smile and a quick kiss before settling back in. Jungkook nodded, satisfied, then walked to the driver’s side, sliding in with a controlled ease. He clicked his seat belt into place, adjusted the mirrors, and checked the rearview...both pups safely strapped in, chaos momentarily at bay.
The SUV rolled smoothly back onto the forest road, the cabin filled with the quiet contentment of their little family. Halfway there, a sudden squeal pierced the calm. Jungkook’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, alert immediately.
“Eee! Eeee! Ahhh-ahhh!,” Jaeha’s high-pitched squealing cut through the air.
“No, Jaeha! You can’t have these…you don’t have teeth yet!” Jaehyun scolded, holding his gummy worms protectively.
Jimin turned slightly in his seat to glance back, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Jungkook’s eyes widened, both surprised and entertained, as he saw one of Jaeha's tiny, chubby hands wrap around Jaehyun’s gummy worm bag, tugging with all his strength.
“Jaeha, stop it!” Jaehyun mumbled, frustrated but still cute. “You’re too little!”
"Ahhh-ahhh!”
The squeals escalated into a hilarious chorus...high-pitched screeches, flapping arms, and little kicking legs. Jungkook’s laughter rumbled deep and unrestrained from the driver’s seat, shaking the SUV slightly. “Oh my god…I’ve never heard him make that sound before!”
Jimin’s own laughter bubbled up as he pressed his hands over his mouth, leaning forward to see. “Baby…stop! They’re fighting over the gummy worms!”
Jungkook shook his head, still laughing, eyes twinkling in the rearview mirror. “They’re ridiculous…but adorable. Both of them.”
Jaehyun and Jaeha’s tiny war continued, Jaeha squealing with all his might and Jaehyun squealing in mock exasperation. The cabin was filled with the ruckus of tiny voices, the smell of candy mixing with the faint tang of forest pine and the heat of the afternoon Jungkook’s eyes flicked to Jimin, dark and amused, a low, possessive rumble in his chest. “This is our family,” he murmured, voice low but full of awe. “Completely ours.”
Jimin leaned closer, pressing a quick, warm kiss to Jungkook’s shoulder. “And I wouldn’t change a thing,” he whispered, smiling as he watched their little chaos unfold.
The SUV hummed along the road, carrying their chaos, their laughter, and their perfect little world back toward the lake house.
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The SUV rolled up the familiar gravel driveway, the lake glinting in the distance under the afternoon sun. Jungkook killed the engine and slid the door open, scanning the quiet surroundings before gesturing to Jimin.
Jimin crouched at the back, unclipping Jaeha from his car seat and lifting him carefully into his arms. The tiny pup cooed softly, stretching his little hands, while Jungkook turned to Jaehyun’s seat. The older pup wiggled excitedly, but Jungkook scooped him up effortlessly, pressing a quick kiss to his temple.
“Alright, little ones, we're here,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and warm. He held Jaehyun securely as they all moved toward the cabin, Jimin balancing Jaeha.
As soon as they stepped inside, the cozy comfort of the lake house wrapped around them. Jungkook set Jaehyun down on the soft carpet to explore, while Jimin placed Jaeha down in the play area on a blanket, smoothing down his tiny curls.
The cabin was quiet but for the soft shuffle of luggage wheels and the occasional murmur of the pups. The others began to appear from the staircase...Namjoon, Jin, Min-gi, Yoongi, Hoseok, each carrying bags, backpacks, and the remnants of their short stay.
Yoongi’s eyes met Jungkook’s as he set down the last of the bags. “We’re heading back,” he said, voice calm but warm. “Jin and Hoseok want their own nests now that they're pregnant. They’re missing home. But you…take these next couple of days off. I'll keep an eye on the business. Relax with your family. Enjoy the lake, your pups…you deserve it. It's safe out here.”
Jungkook nodded, his gaze briefly sweeping the cabin, settling on the way his mate and pups moved about comfortably. “Taehyung can go back with you, too. It’s fine. No one knows where this place is,” he said, tone low and assured.
Namjoon grinned, hoisting his bag over his shoulder. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll go get Taehyung and let him know. You enjoy yourself, Jungkook. You’ve earned it.”
He gave Jungkook’s arm a firm pat before heading back upstairs. A few moments later, heavy footsteps echoed from above, and Namjoon returned with Taehyung in tow. The enforcer had his duffel slung across his chest, brows furrowed in mild protest.
“You sure about this, Boss?” Taehyung asked, glancing at Jungkook. “I don’t like leaving you unguarded.”
Jungkook shook his head, tone steady and certain. “It’s fine. No one knows about this place. Go back with the others, spend some time at home. I’ve got it handled.”
Taehyung hesitated, then finally inclined his head. “Yes, Boss.”
The omegas were already gathered near the door, arms full of bags and pups bundled in soft blankets. Hoseok leaned in to hug Jimin tightly, kissing his cheek with a smile. “Take care of yourself, Jiminie. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
Jin followed with a warm hug of his own, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin’s other cheek. “At least now you won't need your toy,” he whispered, jerking his chin toward Jungkook with a knowing grin.
Jimin’s soft laugh bubbled out, easing the heaviness of the goodbyes. “Stop.”
One by one, they filtered outside, Namjoon steadying Jin as they walked toward the SUV, Yoongi carrying Hoseok’s overnight bag, and Taehyung bringing up the rear with his duffel. Jungkook stood at the doorway, his protective gaze following each of them as the group loaded into the vehicle. Engines rumbled to life, tail lights cutting through the trees as the SUV pulled down the long dirt drive.
The sound faded until only birds chirping and the rustling of leaves remained. The cabin was quiet again...eerily, peacefully quiet.
Jungkook let out a low hum of satisfaction, finally closing the door behind him. He glanced down at his family, his arm sliding around Jimin’s waist, pulling him close. “Alright, everyone…now, we enjoy this,” he murmured, his voice a promise and a command all at once.
Jaehyun was already darting ahead, squealing as he rediscovered the wide living room, while Jaeha kicked happily in Jimin’s arms.
For the first time, the house belonged only to them.
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The lake shimmered under the afternoon sun, water glittering like scattered diamonds. A breeze rustled through the pines, carrying the scent of sap and cool earth.
Jungkook sat in a sturdy wooden chair pulled close to the shade, his broad, bare chest catching stray beams of light. Black swim trunks clung low on his hips, the muscles of his abdomen shifting with every subtle breath. His wolf tattoo stretched across the expanse of his back, inked lines stark against golden skin, while the intricate sleeve covering his right arm flexed each time his hand moved.
One muscled arm draped lazily over the armrest, though nothing about him was truly at ease. The Moses basket rested right beside him, and every so often, his other hand drifted down to brush over the soft fabric, ensuring it was still rocking gently.
Jaeha lay inside, the tiniest of his pups, cheeks plump and rosy in sleep. His little chest rose and fell in quick, steady breaths, tiny fists curled close to his face. Every so often, he let out a soft whimper or a squeaky sigh that made Jungkook lean down immediately, eyes sharpening until he was certain the pup was fine. Then, and only then, he leaned back again...but never truly relaxed.
Because his entire world was in front of him.
Jimin. Jaehyun. Jaeha.
Jimin waded waist-deep into the water, droplets sliding down his pale skin as the black tankini clung to his chest and torso, his snug blue swim trunks scandalously short and tight on his thighs. Jaehyun splashed happily at his side, laughing as he kicked and sent water flying into the sunlight, his high-pitched squeals ringing through the trees.
“Appa! Look!” Jaehyun shouted, splashing harder, water droplets sparkling in the sun.
Jimin’s answering laugh carried across the lake, bright and unrestrained. It tugged at Jungkook’s chest, grounding him and making him ache all at once.
Jungkook sat with his broad chest bared to the sun, muscles shifting with every subtle movement. Power radiated from him even in stillness, every line of his body carved with strength and control. To anyone else, he might have seemed relaxed, lounging in the quiet. But beneath the calm exterior, every sense was sharpened, tuned to the water, the woods, the sky above...an alpha guarding what was his.
Nothing escaped him. Not the ripple of a fish in the water, not the rustle of branches in the trees.
Because his den was here. His pups. His omega. His everything.
His gaze swept to Jimin, and hunger stirred sharp and primal. Jimin’s hair clung wet to his forehead, cheeks flushed pink, those tiny shorts plastered scandalously tight against his curvy hips.
“You’re killing me, angel,” Jungkook muttered low, voice rough, almost a growl.
As if he heard it, Jimin looked up. His eyes caught Jungkook’s...dark, unyielding, burning with hunger and possession. A wolf watching over what was his. Jimin flushed deeper, lowering his gaze shyly, but Jungkook didn’t look away. He never could.
Then his attention slid to the basket again. His youngest pup shifted in his sleep, a soft squeak escaping him, and Jungkook immediately reached down, palm resting lightly on the baby’s belly until he settled again. The touch was gentle...reverent...even though his entire body was coiled tight with tension.
Three of them. Out in the open. Vulnerable. And him, the wall between them and the world.
That’s what it meant to be alpha. That’s what it meant to be theirs.
Jimin finally coaxed Jaehyun back toward shore, the little pup giggling as he kicked up sprays of water with each step. The lake clung to them both...shining droplets rolling down Jimin’s chest and thighs, darkening the black tankini that hugged him and the short blue trunks plastered scandalously against his skin.
Jungkook’s throat worked, a low growl rumbling in his chest before he could stop it. His grip on the arm of his chair tightened, knuckles pale. Every line of Jimin’s body glistened with sunlight and water, his flushed skin almost taunting Jungkook where he sat.
“Appa! Did you see me swim?” Jaehyun bounded up the bank, dripping wet, his smile wide enough to split his cheeks.
Jungkook’s gaze snapped to his pup, softening instantly. “I saw, pup,” he said, voice lowering into that rumbling affection only his children ever drew from him. “You were perfect.” He reached out, dragging the pup on to his lap despite his dripping state, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. The scent of his pup...clean water, sunshine, pure innocence...calmed him for a breath.
Then Jimin stepped onto the sand.
The sight nearly drove him wild. Wet hair clinging to his forehead, tankini molded to his chest, thighs pale and glistening as water streamed down and disappeared beneath the indecently short trunks. He bent slightly to wring water from his hair, and Jungkook’s jaw locked so tightly it ached.
“Baby,” Jungkook rasped under his breath, dark eyes tracking every move, “what are you doing to me?"
Jimin padded up from the sand and on to the grass with water dripping from his hair and sliding in rivulets down his chest and thighs. The black tankini and blue trunks clung to every line of him, leaving nothing to Jungkook’s imagination.
The alpha’s eyes darkened, his hand tightening on the edge of Jaeha’s basket where their littlest pup slept soundly in the shade. Jungkook tracked Jimin’s every step, pupils wide, hunger and possessiveness twisting hot in his chest.
When Jimin reached him, instead of taking the empty chair, he settled straight into Jungkook’s lap...wet clothes plastering instantly to the alpha’s bare chest and black swim trunks. Cold droplets soaked into his skin, sliding down his abs, and Jungkook hissed through his teeth, arms clamping around Jimin’s waist as though to anchor him there.
“Baby,” Jungkook growled low against his ear, lips brushing damp skin. “You’re soaked.”
Jimin just smiled, leaning into him, their son still giggling between them. “And now so are you.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, eyes dragging down the line of his omega’s body, clothes clinging indecently tight. He curled one hand against the small of Jimin’s back, possessive, the other instinctively cradling Jaehyun closer to his chest when the pup leaned in.
“Appa’s strong,” Jaehyun declared proudly, tiny arms circling both of them in a wet hug.
That simple trust broke something in Jungkook. He buried his face against Jimin’s damp throat, breathing in the layered scent of his mate and pup, his whole body trembling with the need to guard what was his.
“Mine,” he whispered hoarsely, tightening his hold until Jimin gave a soft laugh, shifting enough so Jaehyun could wiggle back down, to go play in the sand.
Jimin adjusted slightly on his lap, water dripping down onto Jungkook’s thighs. The alpha growled low in his chest, making Jimin chuckle softly as he leaned back against him.
Jungkook reached for the towel he’d draped beside him and snapped it open in one swift motion. He tugged Jimin tighter against his chest, wrapping the towel snugly around his omega’s shoulders so the damp fabric of his top wouldn’t chill him. His big hands smoothed over the terrycloth, holding it in place while he pressed his lips to Jimin’s temple.
“You’re worked up,” Jimin teased, twisting just enough to glance at Jungkook’s dark expression. His dark wet hair clung to his forehead, lips curved into a mischievous smile.
Jungkook slid his palms slowly up Jimin’s sides, gripping his waist like he was trying to memorize every inch of him. “You climb into my lap soaking wet, smelling like preheat and lake water, and expect me not to be?” His teeth grazed Jimin’s damp shoulder, nipping lightly.
“Appa! Look!” Jaehyun’s little voice broke through, high and excited. He was crouched in the sand just a few feet away, hands busy scooping and patting until he had a small, lopsided mound in front of him. “Castle!”
Jimin laughed softly, tilting his head toward the scene. “He’s proud of that one.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened as he followed Jimin’s gaze, watching their pup dig with both hands, damp sand sticking to his arms and knees. Still, he kept Jimin close against him, towel wrapped snugly around his shoulders. “He needs to stay where I can see him,” Jungkook muttered, the edge in his tone unmistakable. “Sand castles are fine, as long as he doesn’t wander near the water by himself.”
Jimin reached back, brushing his fingers along Jungkook’s jaw. “You’re impossible, you know that? He’s safe.”
“Safe because I’m watching,” Jungkook countered firmly. His hand slid down to Jimin’s thigh, fingers splaying possessively against the wet fabric of his swim trunks. “You. Him. Jaeha. All mine. And nothing touches what’s mine.”
At the mention of his youngest, Jungkook leaned to check the basket beside them. Baby Jaeha was still asleep, tiny fists curled tight, chest rising and falling steadily in the shade. The sight eased some of the tension in him, though his arm never loosened around Jimin’s waist.
“You three are my entire world,” he murmured, eyes flicking from the sand-covered toddler to the drowsy newborn, then back to the omega on his lap.
Jimin’s smile softened, warmth cutting through Jungkook’s intensity. “And we know,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning against his chest.
Still, as Jimin nestled closer, towel wrapped tight around him, Jungkook’s arms caged him in possessively. His family was safe, happy, and right where they belonged...wrapped in his hold by the lake.
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After dinner, with both pups bathed and tucked safely into the nest...Jaehyun scrubbed clean by Jungkook’s steady hands, Jaeha soothed and bathed by Jimin...quiet finally settled over the lake house. The scent of soap lingered softly in the warm air, mixing with the faint sweetness of their pups presence.
Jimin took his shower last, letting the hot water loosen the tension in his muscles from the preheat. Steam clung to his damp hair and skin, leaving him painfully aware of how much he ached for Jungkook. He slipped into one of Jungkook’s oversized white shirts, the cotton swallowing his small frame, brushing the tops of his thighs and draping over his wrists. Beneath it, the soft pink lace panties clung teasingly to his already dripping hole. He shivered at the thought of Jungkook seeing him like this, heart hammering, desperate for his alpha’s touch.
Toweling his hair lightly, Jimin padded down the stairs barefoot. Each creak of the floorboards echoed in the quiet house, making his pulse spike with anticipation. At the bottom, his chest tightened. Jungkook was already there, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, back to him, broad shoulders bathed in the silver glow of the full moon. The lake shimmered outside, still and dark, the wolf tattoo on his back flexing with every slow breath. Jungkook’s muscles tensed subtly, the moonlight catching the sharp planes of his body, and Jimin’s stomach fluttered in reaction.
Before Jungkook even turned, he smelled Jimin’s need...sharp, hungry, wet around his hole. His alpha instincts flared, chest tightening, heart racing with possessive desire. Jungkook’s hands itched to wrap around him, to feel Jimin’s tiny body quivering and clenching around him.
Quietly, Jimin stepped forward, sliding his arms around Jungkook’s waist, pressing his chest to the hard plane of the alpha’s back. His lips brushed the wolf tattoo, lingering, reverent.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?” he whispered, voice trembling.
Jungkook inhaled sharply, deep and slow, scent enveloping Jimin. “Yeah… I was just making sure everything was locked up and secure,” he murmured, low and edged with that dangerous growl that made Jimin shiver.
Jimin rested his forehead against Jungkook’s back. “We’re safe… because of you,” he breathed. “Because you’re ours.”
Jungkook turned slowly, eyes locking on him. Bare legs, damp hair, shirt clinging to every curve. His hand slid under Jimin’s hair, cradling the back of his neck, bending down to press their lips together. Slow. Testing. Hungry.
“I can’t sleep until I know my family is safe,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick, roughened by desire.
Jimin whimpered, pressing closer. “I know… I’m so lucky to have you. To have an amazing alpha like you.”
The words drove Jungkook over the edge. A low, vibrating growl rumbled through his chest as he kissed Jimin again, deeper this time, tongue sliding past his lips, teeth grazing, teasing. Jimin’s small hands clutched at his waist, nails digging in, shivering under the alpha’s grip.
With a fluid motion, Jungkook bent down and lifted Jimin, legs wrapping instinctively around his hips. Every curve, every small shiver, pressed against him. He carried Jimin to the couch, lowering them carefully so that Jimin straddled his lap, chest flush to chest.
Their kisses deepened, slow and teasing, lips parting and pressing together with desperate heat. Jungkook’s tongue traced Jimin’s, exploring every curve, every tremble, sliding in with soft, demanding strokes. Jimin gasped, tongue tangling with his alpha’s, tasting him, moaning as their mouths moved together in a rhythm both possessive and intimate.
Jungkook’s teeth grazed Jimin’s bottom lip, a sharp nip that made the omega shiver and whimper, pressing closer instinctively. “Fuck… you’re mine,” Jungkook murmured against his lips before diving back in, tongue slipping deeper, teasing the sensitive walls of Jimin’s mouth, coaxing whimpers and soft moans.
Jimin’s hands roamed over Jungkook’s shoulders and chest, nails raking gently, gripping desperately as his hips pressed forward, craving more contact, more friction. He bit lightly at Jungkook’s jaw in return, tasting the alpha’s skin, feeling the rough scrape of teeth against him, sending shivers down both their spines.
Jungkook’s hands slid beneath Jimin’s shirt, one palm cupping the small, sensitive breast while the other pressed over his ribs, fingers teasing and kneading, thumb brushing the hardened nipple. Jimin arched into the touch, a deep, needy moan spilling from him as he clutched at Jungkook’s shoulders, lips still locked in heated, wet exploration.
Every brush of teeth, every slip of tongue, every deep press of palm against tender flesh was a claim, a marking, a wordless declaration that Jimin belonged entirely to him. Jimin trembled, lost in sensation, the taste, heat, and possessive weight of Jungkook overwhelming every nerve.
Jungkook’s hands lingered over Jimin’s small frame, warm, possessive, tracing the soft planes of his stomach before sliding lower. With a sharp tug, he ripped the oversized shirt over Jimin’s head, tossing it aside. Jimin’s chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples hard, pink lace panties clinging teasingly to his needy, dripping hole. The alpha’s gaze darkened, drinking in every inch of him, every shiver, every flush of skin.
Jungkook’s large hands moved deliberately down Jimin’s back, pressing and stroking the smooth flesh, teasing the wet, swollen hole that throbbed with need. One hand spread him slightly, brushing over the damp heat, fingers teasing just the rim of his tight hole. Jimin’s breath hitched, body trembling instinctively.
“Such a needy little omega,” Jungkook murmured low, voice thick with desire. He pressed two fingers against Jimin’s entrance, brushing, teasing, coaxing him to ache, to writhe. Jimin gasped, hips jerking forward, pressing into the alpha’s hand.
Jungkook’s thumb pressed against his prostate, swirling in slow, tantalizing circles as his fingers began to sink inside Jimin, stretching him, curling to hit the perfect spot that made the omega cry out in soft, helpless moans. Jimin’s hands fisted in Jungkook’s shoulders, nails grazing the taut muscles, hips rocking, shivering, desperate.
The alpha leaned down, lips brushing over Jimin’s ear, teeth grazing the soft lobe. “You feel so good… so tight… mine,” Jungkook growled, voice vibrating against him, sending shivers through every nerve. His fingers curled and pressed, slipping deeper, hitting that spot that made Jimin’s legs tremble and hips buck.
Jimin’s moans grew louder, body arching into Jungkook’s hand, slick coating his fingers as the alpha teased and stretched him, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove him wild. Every brush of palm against inner thigh, every curl of fingers inside him, every whisper of teeth or tongue on his skin was claiming him, marking him.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook murmured, voice low, rough. “Every part… every inch… all mine.”
Jimin whimpered, slick dripping freely now, trembling around Jungkook’s fingers, the tight heat of his hole quivering with need. “Yes… always yours… please… don’t stop…”
The alpha’s grip on his hips tightened possessively, and he pressed two more fingers inside, curling expertly to hit the spot that made Jimin cry out, rocking down on him, desperate, needy, leaking around him. Jungkook smirked against Jimin’s neck, tongue brushing, teeth grazing lightly, every touch igniting new tremors of pleasure.
“God, you’re so tight, so perfect,” Jungkook growled, bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean while Jimin trembled on his lap.
“Sit on me, baby,” Jungkook rasped, cock pressing insistently against Jimin’s slick entrance. “Slow. Let me feel you stretch around me.”
Jimin’s hands gripped Jungkook’s shoulders, trembling as he lowered himself inch by inch. The heat of the alpha inside him made him gasp, his small body trembling, slick already coating both of them. Each movement pressed him further, deeper, until he was fully seated, engulfed by Jungkook’s thick length.
“All mine…” Jungkook groaned, tightening his grip on Jimin’s hips, fingers digging into the small of his back, holding him firmly in place. “Look at you…so wet, so needy…all mine, baby.”
Jimin’s moans spilled freely, head falling forward against Jungkook’s shoulder. “Always yours… only yours…” he whimpered, hips rolling instinctively, pressing down on the alpha, feeling himself clench around him. Every shiver, every tremble, drove Jungkook wild.
Their rhythm began slow, deliberate, teasing. Foreheads pressed together, lips brushing with wet, needy kisses, tongues tangling as they moved together. Jungkook’s hand slid down to stroke Jimin’s small cock, pumping him in time with each deliberate thrust, fingers pressing firmly against the base while the other hand dipped between his cheeks, rubbing over his entrance where Jungkook split him wide, coaxing shivers and cries from him.
“Fuck… you feel so good, baby,” Jungkook groaned, his hips rocking with more force, the knot in his cock swelling. “Taking me so perfectly… every inch…mine.”
Jimin arched into him, fingers clutching at his shoulders, nails scraping down Jungkook’s chest. “Please… more… harder…” he begged, voice trembling with need. His hole clenched instinctively around Jungkook’s length, slick coating every inch, making him groan into Jimin’s ear.
Jungkook’s teeth grazed Jimin’s jaw, a sharp nip, and he murmured low, “Only mine… all yours, baby…” before pulling back just enough to thrust again, deep and deliberate, hitting every sensitive wall inside Jimin. The alpha’s large hands held him tight, rocking them together, chest pressed against chest, scent and sweat mingling, heartbeats pounding in sync.
“God… I can feel you… fucking me so good…” Jimin moaned, hips moving faster on their own, cock twitching in Jungkook’s palm, wet and hard. Every flick of the alpha’s hips pressed deeper, stretching him, filling him completely. He whimpered, clinging to Jungkook as his body threatened to shatter from overstimulation.
Jungkook’s growl vibrated low in his chest, a rumble of possession and lust. “Just yours… mine… always mine,” he rasped, thrusting harder, knot swelling, filling Jimin completely. The tight squeeze of Jimin’s wet hole around him, coupled with the frantic strokes of his small cock, drove both of them toward a fevered edge.
"I'm c-cumming...c-cumming so hard." Jimin cried out, body trembling, hips jerking as wave after wave of pleasure hit him, cum spilling down his stomach and over Jungkook’s thighs. Jungkook roared, knot locking them together, swelling and pulsing inside his omega, holding him firm as he fucked through his release, gritting his teeth against the overwhelming pleasure.
Even after the first shuddering orgasm, Jungkook didn’t stop. He rolled his hips slowly, knot throbbing inside Jimin, rubbing that sensitive spot relentlessly, coaxing the omega into another shiver-filled climax. Jimin’s moans echoed through the quiet lake house, body clinging to the alpha, quivering from the relentless, possessive pleasure.
Jungkook held him close, chest pressing against Jimin’s back, lips brushing over his damp hair, whispering between pants and low groans, “Mine… every part… always mine…”
Jimin shivered against him, slick and spent but still trembling from overstimulation. “I’m yours… completely…always yours,” he breathed, nuzzling into Jungkook’s chest, feeling utterly claimed and safe in the alpha’s arms.
They stayed tangled, limbs wrapped tightly around each other, hearts hammering, chests heaving, skin slick and glistening in the silver glow of the full moon. The scent of sex, sweat, and Jimin’s needy preheat arousal clung to the air, thick and intoxicating. Jungkook’s hands roamed possessively over Jimin’s back and sides, kneading, pressing, never letting go, as if the touch alone could remind him that this small omega belonged entirely to him.
Jimin’s breath came in shaky pants, body trembling from the aftermath of overstimulation. His legs curled around Jungkook’s waist instinctively, holding tight, as if being closer could anchor him, could keep him from floating away into the dizzy haze of pleasure. His small cock twitched in Jungkook’s hand, sensitive and leaking, and he whimpered softly, pressing forward for contact, needing every inch of his alpha.
Jungkook pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the crown of Jimin’s damp hair, inhaling the sharp, heady scent of his omega. “You’re mine,” he murmured, low and rough, his voice vibrating against Jimin’s skin. “Every part… always mine.”
Jimin tilted his head, nuzzling closer, letting his nose brush against the side of Jungkook’s neck, mouth grazing the firm skin there. His body shivered as his omega scent clung to the alpha, a delicate, needy reminder of how much he wanted and needed him. “I’m yours… completely,” he whispered, voice ragged, trembling into Jungkook’s arms. “Always yours.”
Jungkook’s lips moved down Jimin’s neck, nipping lightly at sensitive spots, leaving soft, playful marks that made the omega shiver. “Such a good little omega,” Jungkook murmured, rolling his hips slowly, letting Jimin feel the lingering hardness still pressing inside him. “So tight, so wet… mine in every way.”
Jimin gasped at the teasing friction, chest pressing harder against Jungkook, hands roaming over broad shoulders, tugging at him, seeking more contact. His hole clenched reflexively, slick pooling around Jungkook’s cock, and a soft, needy moan escaped his lips. “Please… don’t stop…” he whimpered, leaning into every movement, every brush of skin.
Jungkook’s hands cupped Jimin’s cheeks, thumbs brushing along the taut planes of his jaw. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he murmured, voice low and possessive. “You’re mine… all of you… forever.” He rolled them slightly on the couch, careful but commanding, trapping Jimin gently beneath him, chest against chest, letting their slick bodies slide together.
Jimin trembled, pressed completely into him, fingers digging into Jungkook’s shoulders as if holding on for life. His small body was still shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure, and every press of the alpha’s hips, every brush of lips along his neck and shoulder, sent fresh shivers through him.
Jungkook’s voice dropped to a rumble, a growl vibrating against Jimin’s ear. “I’ll make sure you’re always safe… always mine,” he promised, sliding one hand between them again, teasing the sensitive rim of Jimin’s hole with slow, deliberate strokes. Jimin gasped, quivering anew, the need still raw, hungry, and completely claimed.
They stayed that way, slick bodies entwined, chest to chest, hearts beating as one, breaths mingling in the quiet silver-lit room. Jimin nuzzled closer, curling tighter, feeling utterly owned, utterly safe, utterly his alpha’s. And Jungkook held him close, savoring every shiver, every soft moan, every inch of his small omega, knowing that this...this closeness, this possession, this heat...was theirs alone.
Chapter 47
Summary:
Jimin meets Jungkook's wolf.
Notes:
Whew this is quite a chapter.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
“I’m just going to take a little walk along the edge of the lake,” Jimin said softly, brushing his fingers over Jungkook’s arm. The pups were down for their nap, and for once, the house was quiet. “Just for a few minutes. The water looks so calm today.”
Jungkook immediately rose from his chair, jaw tightening. “I’ll come with you.”
Jimin laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Kook, it’s fine. I just want to dip my feet in, clear my head. You don’t need to hover over me every second.”
The alpha scowled, clearly torn. His protective instincts bristled, but Jimin’s smile was warm, disarming. “Fine,” Jungkook muttered at last, though the word was grumbled like defeat. His dark eyes lingered, serious even in the quiet moment. “But I’ll be watching from the deck.”
Jimin kissed his cheek in thanks, the corners of his mouth curling mischievously. “Of course you will.”
He slipped away barefoot, padding down toward the water’s edge.
The late afternoon sun dappled the lake’s surface, scattering gold across the rippling water. Jimin walked along the edge barefoot, the cool shallows lapping at his ankles, enjoying the rare quiet moment to himself. The pups were safe in the nest, their small breaths deep and steady, Jungkook watching over them from the porch. For once, Jimin thought he could breathe freely.
The thought barely formed before the stillness shattered.
A sharp crack split the air.
Jimin’s head snapped up. His eyes caught the movement first...the shadow swelling from the treeline, hulking shoulders rolling forward, brown fur rippling like a nightmare given shape.
A grizzly bear.
His breath faltered, panic flashing cold down his spine. The beast’s dark gaze locked onto him, unblinking, hungry.
Run. His mind screamed it. But his legs rooted into the damp earth, every nerve frozen with terror. His chest rose and fell in shallow gasps as the truth struck like lightning: this was it. He wouldn’t make it back to the nest. Would never feel his pups’ warmth pressed to his chest again. Would never look into Jungkook’s eyes and hear that rumbling, steady voice say he was safe.
The bear surged forward.
A strangled sound clawed out of Jimin’s throat...half sob, half prayer...
And then the woods erupted.
Something black slammed into the bear with bone-cracking force, knocking the monster off its feet. The ground trembled beneath the impact. Jimin’s eyes widened, heart lurching violently as the blur solidified into a shape...massive, dark, primal.
A wolf. But not like any wolf he had ever seen before.
Towering shoulders, fur like midnight shadows come alive, every muscle straining with a terrifying, otherworldly power. Its snarl shook the air, rattled Jimin’s bones. The sound wasn’t just animal...it was elemental. A warning from the earth itself.
The grizzly roared and struck, claws tearing the air, but the wolf met it head-on, relentless. Jaws snapped shut on thick muscle, blood spraying as the monster howled in pain. The fight was brutal, savage, too fast for Jimin’s eyes to follow...claws ripping, fangs sinking, the world reduced to the sound of tearing flesh and the scent of iron in the air.
And then, silence.
The bear lay broken, crimson staining the shoreline. The wolf stood over it, chest heaving, black fur matted with blood. Slowly, it raised its head.
Its eyes found him.
Dark. Burning. Familiar.
Jimin staggered back a step, breath tearing from him. His body trembled violently, some instinct deep in his bones screaming both danger and safety all at once. His heart knew before his mind could form the words.
The wolf moved toward him. The air rippled.
Jimin’s stomach turned as the sound began...bones grinding, snapping, reshaping. Fur retreating, melting into skin. Muscles twisting, contorting, stretching until the creature wasn’t a wolf anymore but a man.
His man.
“J-Jungkook?” Jimin whispered, voice breaking, disbelief and awe tangled into one fragile word.
The alpha stood bare before him, streaked with dirt and blood, chest rising and falling in heavy bursts. But his gaze...raw, unguarded, burning...was locked solely on Jimin.
Jimin’s vision swam. The world tilted. His body could no longer hold the terror, the shock, the relief all crashing through him. The last thing he saw was Jungkook’s outstretched arms rushing to catch him as the ground rushed up.
And then...darkness.
But even in the fainting, his last thought wasn’t fear. It was his mate’s scent wrapping around him, sandalwood and spice, anchoring him to safety.
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Jungkook’s arms caught him before he hit the ground, cradling Jimin’s limp body tight against his chest. His pulse thundered in his ears, the copper tang of blood still coating his tongue, adrenaline tearing through his veins. None of that mattered. Only Jimin.
“Baby,” he rasped, shaking lightly at Jimin’s shoulders, pressing his face into his mate’s hair. “Jimin. Open your eyes. Please.”
No response. Just shallow breaths, lashes trembling against pale cheeks. Relief flooded him...alive...but fear gripped tighter.
Jungkook pressed desperate kisses to Jimin’s temple, his voice breaking into a growl. “You’re safe. I’ve got you. Nothing will ever touch you.”
He lifted him carefully, holding him close as he carried him to the living room. Every step was deliberate, fast, but careful, the wood floor groaning under the weight of his urgency. The pups were upstairs in the nest, safe and sleeping, unaware of the chaos that had just erupted outside.
Reaching the couch, Jungkook lowered Jimin gently, laying him across the cushions. He brushed damp hair from his mate’s face, fingers lingering over the soft curve of his cheek, pressing against the flutter of his pulse. Warm. Steady. He exhaled shakily, trying to ground himself.
“Come back to me, baby,” Jungkook whispered, hovering close. His chest ached with the force of his wolf snarling beneath his skin, demanding Jimin wake, demanding proof that he was still his. “Please. Baby, wake up. Wake up.”
Jimin’s eyelids fluttered, heavy and reluctant, before he slowly blinked open. His gaze landed hazily on Jungkook, still curled protectively around him, chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths. His pulse was still erratic from the adrenaline, but the sight of Jungkook...solid, alive, here...brought a measure of relief.
“K-Kook…” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, fragile, but insistent. “How… how can you shift like that?” He swallowed hard, fingers brushing against Jungkook’s arm as though to hold himself steady. “I thought… our species lost that ability… thousands of years ago.”
Jungkook tilted his head slightly, letting the weight of his gaze settle on Jimin, warm and steady. His hand found Jimin’s, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “I know, baby,” he murmured softly, voice low and steady. “It’s rare…almost unheard of now. But some of us…we never lost it. My line…my bloodline…we carry the ability still.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, disbelief and awe mingling. “But…who else…knows?” His voice trembled as he sought reassurance, the fear from outside still echoing in his chest.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, brushing damp hair from Jimin’s forehead. “Namjoon, Taehyung, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok…they know. They’ve all seen it, felt it.” He cupped Jimin’s cheek gently, thumb tracing along his jawline. “It’s not something I’ve hidden from everyone, just…from you. I wanted to protect you from the ugliness it can bring.”
Jimin’s hand lifted, trembling slightly, and rested against Jungkook’s chest. “Protect me?” His voice was soft, incredulous. “But…you’re my mate, Kook. I should know everything…every part of you.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened, and he lowered his head, brushing a soft kiss along the top of Jimin’s hair. “I know, baby,” he whispered, voice roughened by emotion. “But this…this is a part of me that carries danger, that can terrify, that I only use when I have to. I didn’t want that fear touching you. Not ever.”
Jimin blinked, awe and curiosity warring with the remnants of fear. He swallowed, voice trembling, and asked, “When…when did you first shift?”
Jungkook’s gaze softened, dark eyes recalling a distant memory. “I was five years old,” he said quietly. “I didn’t even understand what it was fully then. I just knew…the wolf inside me was strong, and it demanded attention. I come from a long line of alphas...powerful ones. My father was the same as me. Wolves like mine…they’re not normal. They’re massive, fierce, unstoppable. My enemies learned that quickly.”
Jimin shivered slightly, pressing closer against him. “And…the wolf tattoo on your back… it’s… it’s really you?” His voice was a mix of awe and wonder, disbelief curling around his words.
Jungkook smiled faintly, brushing a lock of damp hair from Jimin’s forehead. “Yes, baby,” he murmured. “That wolf…it’s a part of me. It always has been.”
Jimin’s eyes went impossibly wide. “Will…will Jaehyun be able to shift?” His words were almost a whisper, trembling between curiosity and hope.
“Yes,” Jungkook said, brushing his thumb along Jimin’s cheek. “He’s alpha, and he carries my bloodline. That power…it’s in his bones. Just like mine.”
Jimin exhaled shakily, fingers brushing along Jungkook’s arm. “I can't believe you never told me.” The words were small but insistent, layered with hurt he hadn’t even realized he was carrying.
Jungkook’s gaze darkened slightly, the weight of his wolf and his instincts pressing against the walls he’d built. “Because…it’s not important for you to know… unless it touches your life. I use my wolf to inflict pain on my enemies when I need to. It’s just…a part of who I am, baby. And I didn’t want that darkness to ever touch you.”
Jimin’s fingers lifted, cupping Jungkook’s jaw, tilting it upward. His lips were soft, voice barely above a whisper, yet full of conviction. “I deserved to know everything. I'm your mate. The mother of your pups. You should have told me.”
Jungkook exhaled slowly, leaning his forehead against Jimin’s. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured. “I just… didn’t want you to see that ugliness. The wolf can be terrifying, but it’s…mine. And now…it’s yours, too.”
Jimin’s hand traced gently along Jungkook’s jawline. “Your wolf…isn’t ugly,” he whispered, a laugh shaking out of him despite himself. “Fierce? Yes. Scary? Absolutely…I almost pissed myself.” He shivered with awe, eyes still wide and heart pounding. “But…he was beautiful. In all his glory. Will…will you show me again?”
Jungkook’s chest tightened at the mixture of awe, trust, and vulnerability in Jimin’s eyes. His hand lingered at the small of Jimin’s back, drawing him closer. “You want to see him again…?” he murmured, voice low, teasingly dangerous.
Jimin nodded, heart hammering, fingers digging lightly into Jungkook’s arms. “Please…Kook. I need to see you…all of you.”
Jungkook smiled slowly, dangerously, lips brushing Jimin’s hair in a soft kiss. “Alright, baby. But please don't be afraid…don’t run away.”
Jimin shivered with anticipation, eyes wide, pulse racing. “I won’t…I promise. I want to see him…all of him.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes gleamed as the familiar, primal shift began beneath his skin. Muscles coiled, bones stretched, fur bristling, claws pressing lightly against the couch. Jimin’s hands gripped his arms, wide-eyed, heart hammering, breath catching at the sheer presence of the wolf emerging.
The massive black wolf materialized, full of shadow and power, muscles rippling, eyes intelligent and protective. It lowered its head, pressing gently against Jimin as if to reassure him, growling softly.
“You’re…beautiful,” Jimin whispered, shivering, awe-struck, fingertips brushing along the wolf’s muzzle, tracing the power in its massive frame.
Slowly, the wolf shifted back, bones twisting, fur fading, revealing Jungkook once more. Chest heaving, sweat glistening, scent thick and intoxicating, he lowered himself beside Jimin, curling protectively around him.
“All of me, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice low, reverent. “Always.”
Jimin pressed close, nuzzling against him. “I… I always knew you were magnificent… but I never imagined…you were this…magnificent.”
Jungkook’s hand lingered over Jimin’s back, thumb stroking soothingly. “You’re my mate. From now on nothing is hidden. All of me… always.”
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The balcony was drenched in moonlight, silver spilling across the dark water below and casting pale shadows over the wooden planks. The night was still, the only sounds the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant lapping of the lake against the shore. Inside, the pups slept quietly in their nest, unaware of the heavy, tender moment unfolding above them.
Jungkook sat in a sturdy chair, body tense yet protective, while Jimin curled up in his lap, small and warm against him. His head rested just beneath Jungkook’s chin, and every so often he lifted it slightly, just enough to catch the glint of the moonlight on Jungkook’s jaw, on the hard planes of his face, and the steady rise and fall of his chest.
Jimin’s voice was barely audible, a soft whisper that trembled with curiosity and concern. “Kook… when will Jaehyun be able to shift? Should we… should we prepare him so he’s not scared when it happens?”
Jungkook pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, inhaling his scent...sweet, faintly musky, entirely his. He let his nose brush against the curve of Jimin’s cheek, grounding himself in the moment before he whispered, “He’ll be able to shift soon. Somewhere around the age of five…like me. We have about a year, I guess.” His hand traced slow, soothing circles along Jimin’s back. “I was going to tell you eventually…I just…with everything that’s happened recently, I pushed it to the back of my mind.”
Jimin lifted his head, brushing his lips gently over Jungkook’s in a soft, reassuring kiss. He pulled back just enough to whisper again, voice trembling slightly, “It’s okay…I understand. But… will Jaeha be able to shift?”
Jungkook’s thumb stroked along Jimin’s jawline, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “I… don’t know,” he admitted, voice low, almost reverent. “I don’t know of any omegas being able to shift in my bloodline. Just the alphas.”
Jimin exhaled softly, resting his head back against Jungkook’s chest, letting the rise and fall of his mate’s heartbeat lull him. The warmth of Jungkook beneath him, the steady scent of him, and the quiet embrace of the night made him feel utterly safe, utterly held.
“Jaeha…he won’t ever have to be scared,” Jimin murmured after a pause, fingers brushing along Jungkook’s side. “He’ll have Jaehyun…and you… to watch over him.”
Jungkook rumbled softly, the sound vibrating through Jimin’s chest. “He’ll have two massive wolves at his beck and call, baby. Neither of us will ever let anything touch him.”
Jimin chuckled, warmth filling his chest despite the night chill. “He already does. Jaehyun is already super protective…even now.”
Their eyes drifted toward the balcony doorway, the soft glow of the moon spilling into the room where the pups slept in the nest. Jaehyun was curled tightly around Jaeha, small arms wrapped protectively, holding him close. Jaeha’s head rested against Jaehyun’s chest, nuzzled up, completely relaxed in his brother’s embrace. Jaehyun’s face was buried in Jaeha’s hair, breathing steady and slow, his little body radiating a fierce, quiet protectiveness.
Jimin’s chest warmed at the sight, leaning back against Jungkook’s broad frame. “They’re...perfect,” he whispered, voice full of awe. “Just like you…even in the little things.”
Jungkook’s thumb brushed lightly along Jimin’s arm, eyes still on the sleeping pups. “They’ve got each other…and they’ve got us. Always.”
Jimin lifted his head, gazing at Jungkook with a mixture of awe and love. “Jaehyun…he’s so much like you. Not just physically, but…personality too. Fierce, protective, smart…stubborn as hell.”
Jimin leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Jungkook’s lips, soft and lingering. His breath brushed against Jungkook’s mouth as he whispered, “Thank you…for giving me parts of you. For our pups. They’re…the greatest blessing in my life…besides you.”
Jungkook’s growl rumbled deep in his chest, possessive and raw. He pulled Jimin closer, capturing his lips with a fierce, hungry kiss that left no space between them. Teeth nipped, tongues tangled, and the fire in their mouths burned hotter than the moonlight around them. Jimin moaned softly against him, pressing closer, grounding himself in the strength and warmth of his mate.
When they finally broke apart, gasping for breath, Jimin’s small hand rested over Jungkook’s heart, feeling the wild, steady beat beneath. “Always yours,” he whispered, eyes wide and shining.
“And always mine,” Jungkook murmured, voice rough, possessive, eyes never leaving his mate’s. The night held them, quiet and eternal, while the pups slept peacefully in the nest, and the lake reflected the silver of the moon like a witness to the bond between them.
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Later that night, as they lay in the nest with their pups curled against them, Jimin rested his head against Jungkook’s chest, warm and small. His eyes were half-closed, but a flicker of curiosity made him shift slightly, careful not to disturb the quiet rhythm of their closeness.
“Kook…” Jimin whispered, voice trembling slightly. “What…what were your parents like?”
Jungkook’s hand stilled on Jimin’s back, pressing him closer. He didn’t answer right away. The moonlight painted silver across his face, shadows stretching over the hard planes of his jaw. For a long moment, his eyes reflected memories he hadn’t revisited in years, memories he usually kept locked away. His chest rose and fell, deep breaths steadying him before he spoke.
“They…weren’t the affectionate type,” he said finally, voice low, rough at the edges. “I grew up wealthy…raised by nannies. My father…he was the Don of the Iron Claw Syndicate. My mother…she followed him, but they were cold. Everything came before me. Business before love…before care.”
His hand brushed along Jimin’s arm, fingers gentle yet tense. “When I was seventeen…they were killed. Car bomb. It was meant for me...a rival family wanted to end my father’s bloodline. But it backfired. I survived…just cuts and bruises. Seventeen years old…suddenly an orphan.”
Jimin lifted his head slightly, lips brushing against Jungkook’s collarbone. His voice was soft, almost breathless. “Baby…” He swallowed. “That… that must have been…so hard…”
Jungkook’s eyes darkened, and he drew Jimin closer. “It was…I didn’t even have time to grieve. Not really. I’m not sure I even had anything to grieve for. That’s when the Nocturne Syndicate began. The ashes of my past…I built everything from that.” His fingers flexed along Jimin’s back, curling possessively around him.
Jimin’s lips trembled as he pressed gently into Jungkook’s chest. “And…the others? How did you meet them?”
Jungkook’s gaze softened slightly. “Yoongi…I met him when I was six. His father…was my father’s underboss. We were raised together. More like brothers than anything else. When the Nocturne Syndicate began, I couldn’t have done it without him. He…he helped me carry the weight I wasn’t ready for.”
Jimin let out a soft breath, nodding slowly, trying to absorb every word. “And Hoseok?”
Jungkook’s thumb brushed along Jimin’s jawline, lingering on the curve of his cheek. “Hoseok…came into our lives later. High school. He was from a normal middle class family. No ties to mafia. Yoongi’s father…wanted Yoongi mated to someone else, an omega from a well to do mafia family...as a political alliance. But Yoongi…he rebelled. His father…he was cruel, abusive. One night…he beat Yoongi nearly to death.” Jungkook’s voice trembled slightly, heavy with memory. “I walked in…and it ended there. That night, I killed him. Just like that Yoongi and Hoseok was free.”
Jimin’s chest tightened, hands pressing lightly against Jungkook’s. His lips quivered. “Kook… that’s…that’s awful. I…I can’t even imagine…”
Jungkook leaned his forehead against the top of Jimin’s head. “It’s in the past now. Yoongi and Hoseok…they’re happy. They have a pup coming. That life…it’s gone. And they have each other. Everything is…alright now.”
Jimin pressed closer, fingertips tracing along Jungkook’s chest. “And…Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung?”
Jungkook let out a slow, soft laugh, running his hand through Jimin’s soft hair. “Namjoon…I met him when I was nineteen. Outside a strip club. Heard a commotion…went to check it out. There was this big alpha…taking out six guys trying to pickpocket him. I…I wanted him on my team immediately. Offered him a job. He accepted.” He exhaled slowly, letting the weight of the memory settle. “He was ex-special forces. Decorated. Left everything to help me train my men. Incredible…steadfast. Two years later, he met Jin. Jin’s father…was the Don of the Crescent Moon Syndicate. Jin was…his pride and joy. Namjoon saw him…and fell in love hard. It wasn’t easy. Jin’s father wouldn’t allow it. So…I made sure they could be together. Paid him off, gave them freedom…even gave him a casino. Now they’re happy…Min-gi and another pup on the way.”
Jimin traced his fingers softly along Jungkook’s jaw. “You…you’ve given so much of yourself…for all of them…”
Jungkook lowered his lips to brush Jimin’s head, a low rumble vibrating through them both. “In return, they’ve given me loyalty and trust…a pack.”
Jungkook’s expression darkened slightly as his thoughts turned to Taehyung. His hand lingered on Jimin’s back. “Taehyung…I found him on the streets when I was eighteen. Skinny…starving. Parents were addicts…never really had a home. He’d been through foster homes…aged out at 18 with nothing. I offered him…a home, a place to belong if he pledged loyalty to me and my pack. He accepted…and became family. I trust him with my life.”
Jimin let out a soft, reverent sigh, pressing the warmth of his small frame fully against Jungkook. “You…you’ve protected so many, carried so much,” he whispered, voice trembling with awe and affection. “Even before I…before us…”
Jungkook’s arms tightened instinctively, drawing Jimin closer, curling around him like a shield. His forehead rested lightly against the top of Jimin’s head, brushing hair aside with careful reverence. “I protect them,” he murmured, voice low and steady, “because it’s the right thing to do. Because I chose them. I chose all of them…and now, you, the pups…they’re mine. All of them. To guard. To keep safe. Always.”
Jimin tilted his head, resting his cheek against Jungkook’s chest, breathing in the faint scent of his mate...earthy, warm, unmistakably Jungkook. His fingers traced along the ridges of Jungkook’s muscles beneath the shirt, tentative but reverent, as if memorizing the strength and promise he felt there. “I…I feel it,” he whispered softly, “all of it. The weight…the devotion…and the love behind it.”
Jungkook’s hand curved over the small of Jimin’s back, thumb brushing soothing patterns over the fabric of his shirt. “It’s not a burden,” he said, voice rough but gentle. “It’s…honor. Because I get to protect those I care for. And you…you and the pups…you’re worth everything. Every fight, every sacrifice, every sleepless night.”
The night stretched around them, quiet except for the rhythmic, tiny breaths of their pups nestled safely in the nest. The silver light of the moon painted everything in soft, shifting patterns across Jungkook’s strong frame, Jimin’s delicate form, the wooden floor of the nest, and the gentle curve of the lake outside. The world felt distant and still, and yet intimate, as if it had shrunk to contain only them, only this moment.
Jimin pressed himself closer, letting the warmth of Jungkook’s chest, the steady thrum of his heart, and the protective strength of his arms fill him. In the quiet, he felt the full weight of the safety Jungkook carried...not just for him, not just for their pups, but for every life he had chosen to guard. And in that realization, he felt something fragile and profound settle in his chest: he was home, utterly and completely, in the arms of the man who would move mountains to keep them all safe.
Jungkook’s thumb lingered on Jimin’s back, stroking slow, deliberate circles. “Sleep, baby,” he whispered, voice low and possessive. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you. Always.”
Jimin closed his eyes, letting the soft warmth, the faint scent of pine and leather from the balcony outside, and the gentle pressure of Jungkook’s arms lull him into a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in years. The night held them, the moon witnessed, and for the first time in a long while, the weight of the world seemed bearable...because they faced it together, a family bound not by blood alone, but by trust, love, and an unbreakable devotion.
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The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of the lake and pine. The sun had barely risen, painting the horizon with streaks of gold and rose. Inside, the nest was quiet for a moment, all four of them moving with a calm, practiced rhythm as breakfast finished and bags were packed.
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Jimin as he adjusted the last of the bags. His hand brushed over Jimin’s arm, a flicker of concern shadowing his dark eyes. “Baby…your preheat,” he murmured, voice low and careful. “Any more symptoms? Anything…different since yesterday?”
Jimin shook his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “No,” he whispered. “Oddly enough…it stopped after the night we made love on the couch. I feel…normal again. Like…like myself.” He pressed a hand to his chest, inhaling deeply. “I don’t know why, but it’s like everything finally…evened out.”
Jungkook’s thumb traced along Jimin’s knuckles, worry melting into relief. “Good…that’s good, baby,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple. His gaze swept over their little family, lingering on Jaehyun wriggling with excitement and Jaeha nestled against his chest, soft and quiet. “I just…I want you safe and comfortable,” he admitted, voice heavy with affection.
Jaehyun practically bounced on his heels, barely containing himself. “I can’t wait to get back to Bam! All my toys! My room!” His words tumbled out, tiny arms swinging as he tried to hug both Jimin and Jungkook at the same time, giggles spilling from him like sunshine.
Jimin laughed, brushing a hand through Jaehyun’s soft hair. “And I can’t wait to be back in my nest,” he said softly, smiling at the thought of their home. There was a contentment in him now, a quiet joy in returning to the world he’d missed.
Jungkook moved with the quiet intensity of someone who just wanted his entire family together again. His hands lingered briefly on Jimin’s shoulder, then checked the car seats and bags, making sure every strap, every latch was secure. “Home,” he murmured, voice low, almost to himself. “All of you…home.”
Outside, the SUV waited, polished and ready, glinting in the early sunlight. Jimin scooped up Jaehyun, who immediately pressed close, tiny arms winding around his neck. Jungkook held Jaeha against his chest, feeling the soft weight of his pup, the steady warmth grounding him.
“Bye, lake!” Jaehyun waved frantically, giggling. “Bye, house! I’ll come back and see you!”
Jimin chuckled, carefully buckling Jaehyun into his car seat, smoothing down his hair, and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Jungkook secured Jaeha next, murmuring soft words, brushing his nose against the pup’s hair, ensuring he was snug and comfortable.
Jungkook came around to Jimin, offering a steadying hand as he slid into the passenger seat. Their fingers brushed together, lingering for a heartbeat before he buckled in. With everything secure, Jungkook climbed behind the wheel, adjusted mirrors, and clicked his seatbelt into place.
The engine hummed to life, and the SUV rolled forward. The lake house receded behind them, the water glinting in the morning sun. The wind carried a hint of pine and fresh earth, filling the cabin with a quiet sense of freedom and possibility.
Jimin leaned his head against the window for a moment before turning to Jungkook, voice soft and intimate. “Baby…can we come back here again if the world gets too heavy? Just you, me, and the pups?”
Jungkook’s hand lifted, covering Jimin’s gently, pressing a tender kiss to it. “Of course, baby,” he said, voice low and reassuring. “It’ll be ours...our home away from home. Whenever we need it.”
Jaehyun wiggled happily in his seat, reaching out through the car seat straps to clasp Jaeha’s tiny baby hand. Their fingers curled around each other, a delicate, perfect connection, and a smile spread across Jaehyun’s face as he glanced at Jaeha.
Jimin’s lips curved into a peaceful, content smile, and Jungkook’s gaze softened in the rearview mirror as he watched his family, hearts intertwined and whole. With a gentle press of the accelerator, the SUV moved forward. Home was waiting, and this time, they were all together.
Chapter 48
Summary:
Jaehyun turns four and Jimin and Jungkook prepare him for his wolf.
Notes:
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Chapter Text
TWO MONTHS LATER
The steady scratch of Jungkook’s pen filled the quiet of his office, neat stacks of papers lined across the dark wood desk. His brows were drawn in concentration, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the faint smell of ink and his own musky alpha scent heavy in the air.
A soft patter reached him first...small hands and knees slapping against the polished floor. Jungkook’s head lifted just in time to see his youngest pup round the corner, Jimin walking slowly behind with a fond smile, arms crossed as if he’d already tried to scoop the little one up and failed.
“Someone was determined,” Jimin said softly, voice carrying warmth.
Jaeha babbled as he made his way across the rug, his crawl uneven but fast, a string of nonsense syllables ending in one very clear word.
“Appa!”
The sound hit Jungkook straight in the chest. He dropped the pen without thinking, pushing his chair back. Jaeha reached his leg and pulled himself upright, wobbling but stubborn, tiny fists clutching the fabric of Jungkook’s trousers. He looked impossibly small, his soft baby rolls and delicate frame almost fragile in contrast to Jungkook’s large, protective hands. His little feet shuffled against the floor with unsteady determination, and his fine hair caught the light, haloed like spun silk. Wide, bright eyes stared up at him, sparkling with pure trust and joy, and for a moment Jungkook’s heart ached with love and protectiveness.
“Appa,” Jaeha said again, louder this time, proud of himself.
Jungkook’s chest tightened. He bent down and scooped the boy up in one swift motion, cradling him close. The weight of his son was light, almost delicate, tiny enough to fit comfortably in one arm, but the warmth and life radiating from him filled the alpha with an overwhelming sense of responsibility. He could already picture how small and petite Jaeha would remain, delicate like Jimin, soft and subtle, but with a quiet, unshakable strength hidden beneath that tiny frame.
“You came all this way just to find me, hm?” Jungkook murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of Jaeha’s soft, downy hair. His voice was softer than Jimin had ever heard it, a low rumble of pure adoration. “My tiny, sweet boy.”
Jimin leaned against the doorframe, watching them with a smile that made his eyes curve, heart swelling at the sight. “He’s been saying it all morning. Guess he wanted to make sure you heard it for yourself.”
Jungkook adjusted his hold slightly, one arm secure around Jaeha while the other reached toward Jimin. Jimin stepped forward, slipping his fingers into Jungkook’s without hesitation.
He held Jaeha close for a moment longer, pressing his cheek against the boy’s soft head, inhaling the faint, comforting scent of baby powder and peaches. Every tiny finger that curled around his shirt reminded him how delicate and precious his youngest pup was, and how fiercely he would protect him. “Such a little thing,” Jungkook murmured under his breath, almost to himself. “So tiny…like his Eomma. But strong. Oh, you’ll be strong, little one.”
Jimin’s thumb brushed over Jaeha’s knuckles, quiet and tender. “He’s perfect,” he whispered. “Just like you always imagined.”
Jungkook’s eyes softened, dark and warm. “Small and delicate…yes. But never forget, baby, there’s strength even in the tiniest hearts. And you, my little Jaeha, will have that in spades.” He smiled down at the six-month-old pup curled safely against his chest, imagining the life ahead, the careful steps, the first walks, the first day of school…every milestone precious, every small movement filled with meaning.
The room was quiet except for Jaeha’s gentle coos and the faint hum of the office, and for a moment, the weight of the world outside didn’t exist. Here, in this small cocoon of warmth, love, and protection, Jungkook knew the delicate strength of his little pup would be cherished, nurtured, and safe, always.
But after a moment of quiet, Jimin’s expression shifted, more thoughtful now. He let his thumb trace over Jungkook’s knuckles, voice lowering.
“Kook…you know...Jaehyun’s birthday is only a few days away.”
Jungkook’s gaze flicked to him, alert at once.
Jimin bit his lip before continuing. “Now that he’s turning four we should start preparing him...about his wolf. About what it means. I don’t want him to be caught off guard when he starts noticing changes in himself.”
For a long moment Jungkook just looked at him, Jaeha babbling against his chest. Then he exhaled slowly, eyes softening. “You’re right, baby. He needs to hear it from us...especially me. He needs to know what kind of strength he carries…and how to control it.”
Jimin nodded, relief passing over his face. “We’ll do it together.”
Jungkook leaned in, brushing a kiss over Jimin’s forehead, before whispering against his skin, “Our boy’s going to be ready. I’ll make sure of it.”
Jimin settled deeper into the chair across from Jungkook, one leg tucked beneath him as he watched Jaeha slap his tiny palm against the desk with determined little smacks. Each hit left the faintest wet print, his giggles filling the room like bells. Jungkook let him, even moving the neat stack of papers out of reach so the pup wouldn’t destroy them, his expression unguarded in that quiet way that Jimin had come to adore.
“How do we even start though?” Jimin asked softly, dragging his eyes back to Jungkook. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve, betraying the nervous energy stirring in his chest. “He’s still so little, Kook. We can’t overwhelm him.”
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, gaze steady on Jimin as though grounding them both. His tie hung loose, collar unbuttoned, but the thoughtful tension in his face was pure alpha. “We start simple. He already knows he has that fire inside, that strength. We can show him how to understand it, how it’s part of him.” He paused, rubbing Jaeha’s back absently. “Tell him that, like his own heart, he has a wolf inside too. Loyal, strong, something that will always be with him, guiding him and helping him be brave.”
Jimin’s lips curved, his shoulders easing. “That could work. Make it less scary. More like…a secret gift he gets to unwrap slowly.”
“Exactly.” Jungkook’s eyes flicked down to Jaeha, who had now begun gnawing on the edge of a blotter, and he gently redirected him with a patient tap. His voice softened as he went on. “And we tell him that his wolf will come when it’s ready. That he doesn’t need to force it. He just has to listen...like listening to his heartbeat. Something inside him that will never lie.”
Jimin tilted his head, considering, then let out a small sigh. “We should remind him it’s not something to be afraid of…or something he has to show off to anyone. He’s still our Jaehyun...our sweet boy. His wolf just makes him...more him.”
Jungkook’s mouth curved into a faint, reverent smile. “That’s perfect, baby. You always know how to put things so he’ll understand.”
A faint laugh slipped past Jimin’s lips, though his gaze lingered on Jungkook’s face with warmth. “And you can be the one to explain the strength part. He’ll listen if it’s you. He already looks at you like you hung the moon.”
Jungkook chuckled low, almost shy despite the truth of it. “I’ll tell him the truth then. That strength doesn’t mean fists or shouting. It means protecting. Guarding what matters. Being steady even when it’s hard. That’s what it means to be a wolf...what it means to be an alpha like Appa.”
Jimin’s throat tightened, emotion catching him off guard. He blinked rapidly, looking down at their son’s soft curls as though to hide the way his eyes burned. “Then maybe…on his birthday night, after the cake and presents…we sit him down. Just us. No one else. We make it special. Something he’ll remember as warm, not heavy. Like the night he was told a story...one that belonged to him.”
Jungkook reached across the desk, his hand large and steady as it closed over Jimin’s. The warmth of his palm made Jimin’s breath catch. “Our boy’s first step into understanding who he is,” Jungkook murmured, thumb brushing along the side of Jimin’s hand. His voice was so soft it barely carried past them. “And it’ll come from us. Together.”
Jimin squeezed his fingers, smiling despite the lump in his throat. “Together.”
For a long, still moment, the three of them sat in that office...Jungkook with Jaeha nestled against his chest, Jimin with his hand twined in Jungkook’s, the quiet thrum of family wrapping around them like a shield. The future...Jaehyun’s wolf, all the challenges that would follow...waited just beyond the walls.
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The mansion was alive with soft laughter and the hum of celebration. Balloons bounced gently against the ceiling, ribbons curled around the furniture, and the faint scent of vanilla and chocolate mingled in the air. A long table was set with small plates, colorful napkins, and a modest spread of treats for little hands...cookies shaped like wolves, cupcakes frosted in soft blues and yellows, and a tiny cake in the center adorned with a golden paw print.
Jaehyun ran between the rooms with uncontainable energy, Bam bounding after him like a furry guardian. He squealed as he passed Jaeha’s play area, glancing back to ensure Baby Peach was safely tucked in his little chair, smiling at the decorations. Around them, a dozen other pups...children of Jungkook’s lieutenants...darted through the space, squealing with delight, chasing one another, tumbling over pillows, and laughing like little whirlwinds of chaos.
“Appa! Appa! Look at my cake!” Jaehyun shouted, pointing proudly at the centerpiece.
Jungkook lifted him with ease, spinning him gently in the air before setting him down at the table. “Wow…my little alpha, you’re growing so fast,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead. “Almost four already. You’re going to have so much fun today.”
Jimin leaned in, smoothing down Jaehyun’s hair and grinning. “We have a very special day planned for you, baby. Gifts, cake, and maybe a few surprises.”
Jaehyun’s eyes sparkled. “Surprises?”
“You’ll see,” Jimin winked, ruffling his hair with gentle fingers.
The door opened, and Yoongi and Hoseok arrived, Hoseok’s belly rounding noticeably beneath his fitted shirt, his hand resting gently over it. Yoongi’s calm, steady presence contrasted with the flurry of little ones surrounding him, his dark eyes softening as he surveyed the chaos. Jin and Namjoon followed, Jin’s own small swell visible beneath his clothing, fingers brushing over it, a quiet smile on his lips.
“Happy birthday, little wolf,” Yoongi said softly, setting a box down. “We hope you like it.”
Jaehyun tore into the paper with gusto, revealing a bright red remote control car, sleek and just the right size for his small frame. His eyes went wide, practically sparkling, and a squeal of delight burst from him. “For me? Appa! Look! I can ride it everywhere!”
Jungkook chuckled, crouching beside him. “Yes, baby, your very own ride. Just like an alpha explorer...strong, brave, and adventurous.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead.
The mansion erupted with energy. Pups tumbled over one another, shrieked with laughter, and zoomed past the long table, some stopping to nibble cookies or grab cupcakes mid-chase. Bam barked happily, weaving between legs, while Jaeha clapped his little hands from his play area, squealing in delight. Hoseok and Jin moved like anchors in the whirlwind, occasionally reaching down to steady a toppled child or scooping a laughing pup into their arms, radiating calm amidst the chaos.
After the cake was sliced and presents unwrapped, Jungkook drew Jaehyun close again, brushing crumbs off his little shoulders. “Jaehyun,” he said, his voice low and warm, “tonight, after everyone’s gone, we have something very special to talk about. Just you and us. Something only for you.”
Jaehyun’s little brow furrowed, curiosity shining in his eyes. “Special?”
Jungkook nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, baby. It’s something important. But for now…let’s enjoy your birthday. Cake, presents, and fun. Then we’ll have our special moment later.”
Jaehyun’s grin returned, wide and unstoppable. “Okay! I can’t wait!” He scooted his car across the floor, pretending to zoom around the party chaos, laughter spilling out of him like sunlight.
Jimin leaned into Jungkook’s side, brushing a hand over his arm as they watched their little alpha at the center of his very own celebration.
Jaehyun zipped his new remote control car through the swirl of pups, squealing with delight as he dodged little legs and bouncing balls. Laughter and squeaks filled the air, but the world was entirely his own as he weaved through the chaos, imagining himself on an epic adventure.
Suddenly, a smaller alpha pup from one of Jungkook’s lieutenants’ families darted in front of him, fists clenched and brow furrowed. “Move!” the pup demanded, shoving at Jaehyun. In a flash, the little alpha pushed Jaehyun out of the car and snatched it from his hands.
“Hey! That’s my present! Mine!” Jaehyun shouted, reaching for it.
“No! It’s mine now!” the other pup snapped, shoving him again.
Jaehyun’s chest tightened. A strange, heated rush of anger filled him, burning in a way he had never felt before. His tiny hands clenched into fists, and his legs braced as he shouted, “It’s MINE! I said it’s MINE!”
Then, almost instinctively, Jaehyun leapt forward, knocking the other pup to the ground. A sharp, guttural sound ripped from his throat...a loud, angry growl and snarl unlike anything he had ever made. The room froze instantly. The laughter, squeaks, and chaos halted mid-air; every pair of eyes turned toward him.
It was raw, unrestrained, and carried an intensity that made even the older children pause, staring wide-eyed. The pups stopped mid-chase, frozen by the sudden surge of power and fierceness coming from Jaehyun. Adults alike glanced up from their conversations, forks paused halfway to mouths, glasses hovering in hands.
Jungkook’s eyes snapped to his son, alert and sharp, every instinct in him on high. That growl...so deep, so unexpected...made his chest tighten. Something powerful was stirring in Jaehyun, something beyond ordinary frustration.
Jimin, frozen mid-laugh at the cake table, followed Jungkook’s gaze. The other children squealed softly, some hiding behind furniture, sensing tension but not understanding why.
“Jaehyun!” Jungkook called, voice firm yet calm, striding forward with long, decisive steps. His hands were out, ready to scoop up his son if needed. “Jaehyun! Look at me!”
Jaehyun’s wide eyes met his father’s. The noise in his chest slowed, replaced with a rapid, uneven breath. He hesitated, still trembling, the intensity of his own emotions washing over him.
The smaller pup, stunned and now a little wary, backed away quickly, leaving the car behind. Jaehyun blinked rapidly, confusion and awe mingling in his gaze. “I… I didn’t mean to…” he whispered.
Jungkook crouched to meet him at eye level, placing a steadying hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder. “I know, baby,” he said softly, voice even but filled with warmth. “I know. That feeling…that rush you had...it’s okay. Sometimes our feelings get really big, and it’s hard to know what to do. But it’s alright. You don’t have to be scared of them.”
Jaehyun clutched his hands to his chest, still shaking slightly, his breaths heavy but slowing. “Okay…Appa,” he whispered, voice small.
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, voice tender but firm. “Tonight, when everyone’s gone, we’ll sit down and talk about your feelings, alright? I’ll help you understand them, how to manage them, and how to use that fire inside in a good way.”
Jimin stepped closer, smoothing a hand over Jaehyun’s hair and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “We’ll be with you the whole time, baby. You don’t have to do anything alone.”
Jaehyun nodded, still clutching his car, a flicker of relief crossing his face as he realized he wasn’t in trouble. The party slowly resumed around him, laughter and playful shrieks filling the mansion once more. Jaehyun’s heart still pounded, the intensity of his earlier feelings lingering...but now he felt the warmth of Appa and Eomma around him, steady and safe, and that made all the difference.
He kicked the car forward again, zooming past the other pups, and a small grin returned to his face. The chaos of the party had never felt so exciting...or so comforting...because Appa was right there, watching, guiding, ready to help him make sense of it all later tonight.
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The mansion had quieted for the evening. The laughter and chaos of the party were gone, replaced by the soft hum of the night and the flickering glow of lamps. Jaehyun sat cross-legged on the living room rug, clutching his wolf plushie, eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and lingering uncertainty. Jungkook knelt in front of him, Jimin seated beside them, hands resting lightly on his son’s shoulders.
“Jaehyun,” Jungkook began, voice gentle but steady, “earlier today…you felt something big inside you. That rush, that heat, that…anger. Do you remember?”
Jaehyun nodded slowly, hugging his toy a little tighter. “Yes…Appa. It was…so loud in my chest. I didn’t know what to do.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes softened, lifting a hand to brush Jaehyun’s hair back. “I know, baby. That’s why we’re talking now. You already know you’re an alpha, right?”
Jaehyun nodded again, brow furrowed. “Yes.”
“Well,” Jungkook continued, voice warm and patient, “what you don’t know is how special of an alpha you are. Every alpha in our family…we have something different. Something powerful. Something that makes us strong in ways others aren’t. We’re special…inside.”
Jaehyun’s eyes widened further, curiosity tugging at the edges of his expression. “Special…how, Appa?”
Jungkook leaned closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing the most important secret in the world. “We have a wolf inside us, son. A big wolf with super strength. And one day soon you'll be able to shift into your wolf. You'll become your wolf.”
Jaehyun’s mouth dropped open slightly. “A real wolf? But…how is he inside me?”
Jungkook smiled softly, reaching to take Jaehyun’s small hands in his. “He’s a part of who you are, baby. He’s not outside your body...he’s inside your heart, your mind, your soul. Think of him as a guide, someone who will always be with you. He will never lead you wrong. He’ll help you protect your Eomma and Jaeha.”
Jimin leaned closer, voice warm and reassuring. “And you won’t be alone. Appa and I…we’ll always be here to help you understand him, too.”
Jaehyun tilted his head, thinking deeply. “So…he helps me when I feel…big feelings?”
Jungkook nodded, dark eyes soft with pride. “Exactly, baby. He helps you stay strong, helps you know what to do when your feelings get…too big. And he’ll remind you who you are, even when it’s hard.”
Jaehyun’s small fingers fiddled with his plushie, still hugging it to his chest. “Can he…help me be brave?”
Jungkook chuckled, brushing a thumb across the back of Jaehyun’s hand. “Oh, he’ll help you be brave. Brave for your family, brave for yourself, brave for the people who need you. And just like you learned today, he’ll help you know when to protect and when to step back. Being strong isn’t just about fighting...it’s about knowing what’s right.”
Jaehyun’s lips quirked into a tentative smile. “So…he’s like my friend inside me?”
Jungkook’s chest swelled with pride. “Exactly, baby. Your very own friend, always there to help you be the amazing alpha you are.” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s forehead. “And much later, we’ll practice listening to him, learning his signals. You’ll see...it’s fun, and it makes you even stronger.”
Jaehyun’s eyes lit up, the worry from earlier slowly fading. “Can…can we start now?”
Jungkook laughed quietly, tugging him into a gentle hug. “Not just yet, little wolf. When you're a little bit older, we’ll start together. You, me, and Eomma. It’ll be our special moment.”
Jaehyun’s eyes suddenly went wide, sparkling with excitement. “You have a wolf too, Appa?! Can I see him?”
Jungkook chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Soon, baby. Soon I’ll let you see him. One day, we’ll run together...just you, me, and your wolf...and you’ll understand how strong and brave you are.”
Jimin wrapped an arm around Jaehyun, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “And remember, baby, there’s nothing to be scared of. He’s part of you, and you’re part of him. Together, you’ll always know what to do.”
Jaehyun hugged his wolf plushie tightly, a spark of excitement replacing the confusion in his eyes. “Okay…Appa. I’ll try. I’ll listen.”
Jungkook held him a moment longer, whispering, “That’s my boy. Brave, smart, and kind. Your wolf will help you be all of those things, I promise.”
The three of them sat quietly together, the warmth of the room and the comfort of family wrapping around them. Outside, the night was still and calm, but inside, something extraordinary had begun...a bond between father, son, and the strength that would always guide him.
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The house was quiet. The hum of the night wrapped around the mansion, soft and steady, carrying with it the faint scent of vanilla and the lingering traces of birthday cake. Every pup was finally asleep...their little chests rising and falling in rhythm, soft breaths echoing peace and innocence. Jaehyun and Jaeha nestled in their beds, the glow of their nightlights casting gentle pools of light that danced across their sleepy faces, highlighting the softness of their cheeks and the way their tiny hands curled against their blankets.
Jungkook and Jimin lay together in their nest, bodies entwined in a cocoon of warmth. Jungkook’s arm draped over Jimin, his thumb brushing in slow, comforting circles against his hip. Jimin’s head rested lightly against Jungkook’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, feeling it like a tether anchoring them both in the present. The quiet intimacy of the room wrapped around them, shielding them from the world outside, holding them in a small bubble of safety and love.
“Baby,” Jungkook murmured softly, voice low, almost hesitant as if afraid to break the fragile calm of the night, “Jaehyun’s wolf…he’s already strong. Stronger than I expected at his age. And the closer he gets to being able to shift, the stronger he’ll become.” His dark eyes, half-shadowed in the dim lamplight, reflected a mix of awe and protective instinct, flicking over the room as if he could still sense the pulse of power radiating from his sleeping son.
Jimin lifted his head slightly, letting his forehead press gently into Jungkook’s chest. “I know,” he whispered, voice tinged with wonder, awe threading through the tiredness in his muscles. “I’m so proud of him…of how our little pup handled everything today. That anger, that instinct…that surge of power...it could have overwhelmed him, but he paused when he needed to. He’s…he’s brave, Kook. Just like you.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a soft, almost imperceptible smile, and a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, inhaling the familiar warmth and scent of him. “He is brave,” he murmured. “He has fire in him…a wolf that’s already part of him, even before he knows how to fully shift. That fire...my boy will learn to control it. It will protect him, guide him, teach him…one day, he’ll understand just how strong he really is.”
Jimin tilted his head, letting his eyes meet Jungkook’s in the soft glow. “It’s amazing…watching him discover it, little by little. And he trusts us. He trusts you, Kook. That trust...it’s everything. It’s proof we’re doing this right.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened further, shadowed eyes warm with the weight of his thoughts. “He trusts us because we’re here. We’ve always been here for him, and we will always be.” He cupped Jimin’s cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin, grounding them both. “That wolf…he’s going to be a part of Jaehyun forever. And we’ll guide him. Every step of the way, together.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a soft smile, a mixture of love, pride, and quiet relief. “I know. And I love that he has you, Kook. That he can be brave because he knows you’ll guide him. And…I love watching you love him.” His voice was soft, almost reverent in the silence of the night.
Jungkook pressed his lips to Jimin’s temple, a small, proud smile playing at his mouth. “He’s my pup. My son. And he’s going to grow up strong, smart, and kind. And whatever comes…we’ll handle it together.” His hand slid down to clasp Jimin’s, fingers intertwining with his, a quiet promise in the touch.
“Together,” Jimin echoed, eyes closing briefly as he let himself sink into the comfort and warmth of Jungkook’s embrace. The gentle press of their bodies, the rhythm of breathing and heartbeats, all of it felt like home.
For a long time, they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to the quiet night, to the rhythmic breathing of their sleeping children, and to the invisible thread of love, protection, and pride that bound them together. Outside, the night was calm, the world still, but inside, the mansion hummed with life...even in silence...with the quiet reassurance of family, of loyalty, and of unwavering love.
Jungkook pressed a final, lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple, whispering, “Tomorrow, we’ll check on him again. And the day after that, and the day after that…always.”
Jimin let out a contented sigh, resting his head fully against Jungkook’s chest. “Always,” he murmured, eyes closing as the quiet of the night wrapped them both in its gentle embrace, leaving only the steady comfort of love, family, and hope for the future.
Chapter 49
Summary:
A ghost from Jimin's past reappears.
Notes:
Y'all please don't hate me for this chapter. It'll be okay, I promise.🩷
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Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The streets were busy, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the market. Jimin wheeled the cart down the aisle, Jaehyun skipping along beside him, pointing at the colorful fruits that lined the tables, while little Jaeha sat in the cart, clutching Jimin's other hand, giggling whenever something pretty caught his eye. Their laughter was soft, innocent, a melody that eased some of the tightness in Jimin’s chest.
Two bodyguards flanked them, silent shadows whose eyes never stopped scanning. It had been years since Jimin stopped questioning their presence. With Jungkook, safety wasn’t optional...it was survival.
Then the air shifted.
A shape detached itself from the crowd...a ragged alpha, his shoulders hunched beneath a threadbare jacket, his hair greasy and unkempt, eyes sunk deep into his skull. But it wasn’t the state of him that froze Jimin in place. It was the way those eyes locked onto him, hungry, vindictive.
Recognition struck like a blade to the gut.
Dongmin.
His stepfather.
Jimin’s breath hitched, his pulse roaring in his ears. He hadn’t seen him since he was sixteen, hadn’t dared imagine he would ever stand face-to-face with him again. The years had carved cruelty deeper into Dongmin’s face, but the smirk curling his lips was the same.
Dongmin’s gaze slid past Jimin to Jaehyun and Jaeha...clean, well-dressed, cheeks flushed from health and joy. His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile spread across his weathered face, lips peeling back to reveal yellowed teeth.
“Well, well,” Dongmin rasped, his voice rough with drink and smoke, carrying over the bustle of the market. “Look at you. Dressed up all pretty... looking real good. Pups laughing like they’ve never gone hungry a day in their lives.” His gaze darted back to Jimin, sharp and predatory. “Must be nice, living rich while I starve.”
Jaehyun pressed closer to Jimin’s side, his small hand tightening on the cart handle, sensing something wrong. Jaeha tugged on Jimin’s shirt, whimpering, “Eomma?”
Jimin couldn’t answer. His throat closed, his body frozen in shock.
The bodyguards stepped forward immediately, blocking Dongmin’s path as he tried to close the distance, but he kept speaking, his voice rising, sharp enough to draw glances from passing strangers.
Dongmin’s grin widened, venom in his voice. “I can see it all…all the signs. And you know what? I’m thirsty, I need my drink. You owe it to me for raising you all those years. Little bastard! You wasn't even mine! But if I don’t get what I want…well…let’s just say these little pups of yours won’t stay safe.”
Jimin froze, the words slicing through him. He said nothing, rooted to the spot, shock and fear locking his voice. The memory of Dongmin’s cruelty from his youth flared in his chest.
Dongmin leaned forward, sneering as the guards tried to hold him back. “That’s right…don’t talk. You know what’s at stake. You give me money, or I start teaching your little ones a lesson. I know how to get to people like you.”
The bodyguards tightened their grip, their muscles taut, eyes sharp. Dongmin hissed, struggling against them. “Don’t ignore me! I said I’m not here for games! You think I won’t hurt them? I’ll take what I want, one way or another!”
Jimin’s hands trembled on the cart handle, pupils wide, heart hammering. His mouth opened, but no words came. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, trapped in the shock of seeing the man who had murdered his mother now threatening his family.
The guards physically moved Dongmin back grabbing him by both arms, keeping him at a safe distance. His voice was still harsh and venomous, carrying across the market. “You have money, and I want it! Think about your kids…think real hard. I'll make you watch me hurt them.”
The pups startled at the venom in his tone, Jaehyun’s eyes wide, Jaeha beginning to cry softly.
One guard shoved him back, barking for him to shut his mouth. But Dongmin only laughed, staggering against the push, his voice carrying, ugly and triumphant. “Your man can’t keep you safe. No one can. You’ll pay me what you owe me, or I’ll make sure those little brats suffer!”
Jimin said nothing aloud, but his eyes were icy with determination. Dongmin had come back into their lives, trying to leverage their wealth and threaten his children...and Jimin silently vowed, with every fiber of himself, that he would never let him get close again.
The bodyguards’ grips were firm, straining as they pushed Dongmin back again through the crowded street. He struggled violently, snarling and spitting threats over his shoulder at Jimin and the pups.
One guard barked, voice low and urgent. “Hold him! Don’t let him...”
But before they could fully react, Dongmin twisted sharply, wrenching free and darting past the stalls, disappearing into a narrow alley. The market erupted in shouts as bystanders recoiled.
The lead guard immediately pulled out his phone, dialing with precise urgency. “Boss,” he said, voice tense. “There’s been a situation at the supermarket with an alpha...he was threatening Jimin and the pups. Demanding money. He tried to get close but we stopped him. He ran off through the alley.”
Jungkook’s dark eyes snapped wide, instincts flaring, chest tightening with a growl deep in his throat. “What do you mean threatening my family?” His voice was low, rough, feral, the kind of tone that froze everyone around. “Who the hell is this alpha?”
The guard hesitated. “I…don’t know for certain, sir. But Jimin seemed to know him. He froze...didn’t speak...but he recognized the alpha.”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding as a surge of raw, protective fury rippled through him. “Bring them home. Now. Every one of them.” His voice was steel, unrelenting. “No one touches my mate. No one touches my pups. Do you understand me?”
The guard swallowed hard. “Yes, Boss. Immediately. Jimin and the pups are safe, but shaken. We’re keeping watch for the alpha.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. “Good,” he growled, low and dangerous. “Keep tracking him. Don’t let him disappear. I want to know every step he takes until he’s found. And anyone who gets in my way...” His jaw clenched so tightly it could have cracked steel. “...will regret it.”
“Understood, Boss. We’re on it.”
Jungkook slammed the phone down, fingers tightening into fists. His senses sharpened, nostrils flaring, every nerve taut. That someone had dared to threaten Jimin and his children...his family...ignited a feral instinct he could not contain. He would not let a single hair on their heads be harmed.
Every second felt like a heartbeat of tension as his mind raced, plotting, anticipating. He didn’t know who this alpha was or why Jimin reacted the way he did...but one thing was crystal clear: anyone who threatened his mate or his pups would regret it.
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The market had fallen into uneasy silence in the wake of Dongmin’s escape. The pups, unsettled by the shouting and the sudden tension in the air, clung to Jimin’s chest and whimpered, their earlier excitement gone. Jaeha’s lower lip trembled, and Jaehyun’s little fists clutched at Jimin’s shirt as though afraid he might disappear.
Jimin’s chest tightened. He couldn’t stop trembling, his vision blurred as Dongmin’s words echoed mercilessly in his head. His ears rang with them...threats, promises, a voice he had hoped never to hear again.
The lead guard put a firm hand on his shoulder. “We’re leaving. Now.” His tone left no room for argument.
They moved quickly, ushering Jimin and the pups through the throng of startled bystanders. Two guards flanked them tightly, another trailing just behind, scanning every shadow for any sign of the filthy alpha who had slipped away. Jimin clutched the straps of Jaeha's diaper bag like a lifeline, his lips pressed tight, eyes wide and unblinking. He didn’t say a word. Couldn’t.
When they reached the sleek black vehicle waiting at the curb, the guards lifted the pups inside first. Jaeha squealed happily at the change of scenery, bouncing in his seat with no clue how close danger had come. His older sibling tugged at Jimin’s sleeve. “Eomma? Why are we leaving so fast? Did we do something wrong?”
Jimin blinked, the innocent question striking him hard. His voice caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came. Instead, he smoothed a shaky hand over his child’s soft hair, forcing a faint smile. “No, baby…you didn’t do anything wrong.” His voice was paper-thin, trembling.
The guards closed the doors firmly, sliding into the front seats. One adjusted the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back to Jimin with quiet concern before meeting his fellow guard’s tense gaze. “Drive. Straight home. No stops. We don’t take chances with the family.”
The engine roared to life, the vehicle pulling into the crowded street. Jimin sat rigid in his seat, hands folded tightly in his lap, his gaze fixed on the passing blur of buildings. Every turn, every alley they passed, he expected Dongmin’s face to reappear, twisted with that cruel sneer. His heart drummed painfully in his chest.
The phone in the front seat crackled to life as one guard gave the all-clear update. “On route. Family secure. Ten minutes out.”
On the other end, Jungkook’s voice came through, sharp as a blade. “Don’t waste a second. I want them home, safe. Lock the gates. Double the patrols. No excuses.” His tone was feral, vibrating with a restrained rage that made even the seasoned guards stiffen.
“Yes, Boss,” the guard confirmed quickly.
Jimin heard it all, his mate’s voice rough with fury even through the phone’s static. It should have soothed him, but it only twisted the knot in his stomach tighter. Jungkook knew about what his stepfather had done to his Eomma, but he didn’t know the extent of the kind of monster who had clawed his way back into their lives.
The car sped faster, the city slowly falling away until the familiar iron gates of their estate loomed ahead. Guards at the perimeter snapped to alert, swinging them open immediately. The vehicle slipped inside, the gates slamming shut behind them with a final clang of safety.
Jimin exhaled shakily, his shoulders sagging with relief as the pups wriggled in their seats, already distracted again by their toys. For them, the ride had been nothing more than an unexpected detour. For Jimin, it had been an eternity.
When the car rolled to a stop outside the main house, the door was already being opened. Jungkook stood on the front steps, broad-shouldered and unmovable, his aura dark and wild with protective fury. His gaze snapped immediately to Jimin and the pups as they were ushered out.
The moment Jimin’s feet touched the gravel, Jungkook was there, pulling him close, scanning him with sharp, frantic eyes. His large hand framed Jimin’s face, thumb brushing over his cheek. “You’re safe,” Jungkook rasped, though his voice carried the undercurrent of a growl. “He didn’t touch you.”
Jimin’s lips trembled, but he could only shake his head. He wasn’t ready to speak...not yet.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as his gaze shifted briefly to the pups, then back to his mate. His arms slid around Jimin’s trembling frame, shielding him as if his own body could keep the world at bay.
“Inside,” he ordered the guards, his voice low and feral. “Get them inside. Triple security. Until I deal with this bastard, no one breathes near my family without my permission.”
The guards nodded sharply, moving with urgency as Jungkook guided his mate and pups into the house, his dark eyes burning with the promise of vengeance.
This alpha had shown his face. He had threatened what Jungkook held most dear. And now, there would be no stone unturned, no shadow unchecked, until the threat was eliminated.
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The heavy doors shut behind them with a final, echoing thud. It cut them off from the world outside, leaving only the cavernous quiet of the mansion’s grand entryway. Guards shifted restlessly in the hall, but the silence inside was suffocating. Hoseok’s voice broke it briefly, soft and coaxing as he ushered the pups away toward the playroom. The children’s whiny protests faded into the distance until only the sound of Jimin’s shallow breathing filled the space.
Jungkook’s arm was unyielding around his mate’s waist, more a band of iron than comfort, steering him away before anyone could look too closely. His jaw ticked, his eyes dark and unreadable. Not a word left his mouth until he dragged Jimin into his office and locked the door with a sharp, metallic click.
“Sit,” Jungkook growled.
It wasn’t anger that shaped the word. It was desperation...raw and jagged, forced through clenched teeth. His hands were rough and unsteady as he guided Jimin down onto the leather couch, his touch careful even as tension bled through every movement.
Jimin folded onto the cushions like a marionette with cut strings, his hands clutched tight in his lap, knuckles white. His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow bursts. He stared at the floor, eyes glassy, wide and unseeing...somewhere far away, trapped in a place Jungkook couldn’t reach.
Jungkook crouched in front of him, one knee braced hard against the carpet. His large hands closed around Jimin’s knees, grounding, anchoring. His voice came out low and shredded, vibrating with barely contained rage.
“Who was that?”
Nothing. Not even a flinch. Only the faintest flicker of light shifting in Jimin’s eyes before it dulled again.
Jungkook’s jaw locked, his teeth grinding. He forced himself to soften his tone, but the edge of his fury cut through no matter how he tried.
“Baby… look at me.” He reached up, cupping Jimin’s cold cheek in one palm, coaxing him to face him. “Tell me who he was. What he said to you.”
Jimin’s lips parted, the smallest tremor running through them...but no words came. His throat bobbed with the effort, an aborted attempt at speech, before his gaze slid away again, shoulders curling inward.
The silence was a knife to Jungkook’s chest. His wolf snarled inside him, clawing for release, demanding blood. His thumb moved in slow, desperate strokes over Jimin’s cheek, trying to ease the tightness there, trying to anchor his trembling omega back into the present.
“Did he touch you?” The words snapped out like a whip, edged with a snarl. Jungkook’s eyes burned, dark and feral. “Did he try to hurt you? Hurt the pups?”
At that, Jimin’s eyes flickered up. Wide. Shiny with unshed tears. He shook his head once, the motion small, jerky...fragile.
Jungkook exhaled sharply, the sound half-growl, half broken sigh. Relief and rage tangled in his chest, burning him alive. His hand slid to the back of Jimin’s neck, pulling him forward until his forehead pressed firmly against Jungkook’s chest. He held him there, protective, enclosing, his chin dropping to rest against the crown of Jimin’s soft hair.
“You don’t have to talk right now,” Jungkook murmured into his hair, his voice a harsh whisper vibrating with fury. “But no one...no one...threatens what’s mine and walks away. Do you understand me? I’ll find him. I’ll tear him apart with my hands. I swear it.”
Still, Jimin said nothing. Only clung tighter to Jungkook’s shirt, fingers trembling as though he might fall apart if he let go.
Jungkook’s chest rose and fell in ragged heaves. The taste of blood filled his mouth where his teeth bit into the inside of his cheek. He could not let go...not of Jimin, not of his fury. His mate had been cornered. His children threatened. And Jimin… Jimin was too shaken even to speak.
He tightened his hold on the back of Jimin’s neck, forcing his mate to look up at him. Their eyes met...one pair wild with panic, the other blazing with feral rage.
“Tell me who he was,” Jungkook demanded, his voice sharp, his words trembling with desperation. “Don’t protect him. Don’t you dare hide this from me. He threatened our children, Jimin. Our pups. You think I can just let that go?”
Jimin’s lashes fluttered. His lips parted. Nothing. His throat moved, as if the words were there, caught and strangled before they could emerge.
Jungkook’s growl rolled low and lethal in his chest. “Do you know what it does to me,” he rasped, “to see you like this? To know some bastard was close enough to breathe your air? And you won’t even give me his name?” His hands tightened over Jimin’s knees, his whole body vibrating with the effort not to snap, not to terrify him further.
Still, silence. Jimin’s eyes dropped, shoulders curling inward, small and breakable.
Jungkook’s wolf howled inside him, thrashing for release. He leaned in closer, their foreheads nearly touching, his voice dropping to a dangerous rasp. “If you won’t say it, I’ll find out myself. I’ll rip the city apart if I have to. Do you hear me?” His voice cracked, raw and violent. “No one threatens you. No one touches what’s mine.”
Jimin trembled, hands twisting in his lap, but no words passed his lips.
Jungkook cursed under his breath, the sound sharp and venomous. He pulled Jimin hard against him, crushing him to his chest, locking his arms like iron chains around him. His lips brushed against Jimin’s temple, a vow whispered low and searing.
“You don’t have to tell me now,” he said, voice trembling with the force of his fury. “But when I find him, Jimin...he’s dead. I’ll make sure he never even breathes your name again.”
Jimin’s silence screamed louder than words. His trembling body pressed into Jungkook’s chest, his heartbeat frantic under Jungkook’s palm. And Jungkook, drowning in the rage boiling beneath his skin, vowed to himself that until his mate was safe, until the pups could sleep without fear...he would not rest.
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The house was silent, heavy with the weight of the night. Outside, the wind rustled faintly through the trees, but inside, only the quiet hum of the mansion filled the air. Jungkook sat rigid in the chair beside their nest, dark eyes fixed on Jimin as he slept. The dim light of the hallway cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the tension coiled in every line of his body.
Jimin hadn’t said a word all day since the supermarket incident. The alpha’s instincts screamed at him that something had shaken his mate deeply, but no amount of questioning had pulled a single sound from Jimin’s lips. His chest tightened at the thought of how silent and fragile Jimin had been...Jungkook had never seen him like this.
Hoseok had offered to watch the pups for the night, knowing the situation was precarious, but Jungkook had been quick to agree, his voice low and iron-strong. “Take them. I don’t want them seeing their Eomma like this. Not tonight.”
Now, with the house quiet and the pups safely away, Jungkook could focus entirely on Jimin. He watched him with a protective vigilance that bordered on feral, hands tightening into fists, heart hammering at the thought of anyone threatening his mate. Every shallow breath Jimin took, every subtle tremor, made Jungkook’s jaw clench.
Jimin’s eyelids fluttered beneath the soft shadow of sleep, and then the same nightmare he'd had years ago when he was pregnant with Jaehyun began to play again.
He was sixteen again. The streets were dark and narrow, the air thick with smoke and the scent of spilled alcohol. His heart hammered with fragile hope as he hurried home from school, desperate to make sure his Eomma was safe.
The apartment door was ajar. A sickening dread curled in his stomach. Pushing it open, he froze. The world inside was shattered. Furniture lay overturned, wood splintered across the floor, and dark red stains marked the walls.
In the center, his Eomma lay crumpled on the cold floor, eyes closed, pale and broken. Standing above her, wild-eyed and trembling, was Dongmin, a bloodied knife clenched in his fist.
The alpha’s head snapped toward him, and his voice cut through the room like a blade:
“YOU’RE GOING TO GIVE ME THAT MONEY OR I'M GOING TO KILL YOUR OTHER PUP!”
Jimin’s chest froze. Pup? His eyes instinctively dropped...and there was Jaehyun, crying beside him. But then his gaze shifted, and horror struck anew: His baby...his Jaeha, lay crumpled, bloodied, broken...dead.
“No…no!” Jimin screamed, clawing toward his baby, but the nightmare twisted, cruel and unrelenting. Dongmin lunged, knife glinting, eyes wild with fury. The room spun, the sound of heavy boots pounding echoing in Jimin’s ears.
“I have to protect them!” he shouted, adrenaline surging. “Alpha…please…protect us!”
Pain stabbed his back as the knife grazed him, sharp and cold. Yet he kept running, dragging himself forward, desperate to shield his pup, to find Jungkook, to survive. And just as Dongmin’s hand reached out, just as the nightmare threatened to consume him…
"JAEHA!" Jimin screamed as he bolted upright in the nest, chest heaving, eyes wide and wild. His breaths came fast, harsh gasps, and sweat clung to his skin. Jungkook was instantly at his side, arms wrapping around him as Jimin trembled, shaking against his chest. The feral edge of his panic melted into pure protective instinct, his voice low and rough.
“Baby…hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re safe. Jaeha's safe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Jimin’s damp hair, holding him close as if sheer force of will could keep the nightmare at bay.
“Kook…” he whispered, voice breaking, “he…he threatened them…our pups…he tried to…to…”
Jungkook’s hands tightened around him, a low, feral growl vibrating in his chest. “Shh…shh, I’ve got you. Tell me what happened, baby.”
Jimin pulled back slightly, eyes glistening with tears, shaking. “At the market…that alpha…he…he came at us…he threatened our pups…he said if I didn’t give him money…he’d…he’d hurt them…”
Jungkook’s nostrils flared, dark eyes blazing. “Who is he? Who did this to you, baby?”
Jimin’s lips trembled. “I…he…he’s…he was my stepfather. Dongmin.The one who killed my Eomma.” The word came out like a whisper, fragile and raw. “I haven’t seen him since…since I was sixteen. He…he killed my Eomma…he…was mean to us. Abusive.” His voice broke again, and then, almost hesitantly, he asked, “Do…do you remember me telling you…years ago…about my stepfather…about how he killed my Eomma?”
For a long beat, Jungkook was silent, the words sinking deep into his chest, into his blood. Then his jaw locked, eyes blazing with feral light. “Dongmin,” he repeated, the name like venom on his tongue. His wolf surged forward, demanding violence, demanding blood. “That bastard dared to show his face in front of you. Dared to threaten my pups.” His growl rolled out low and dangerous, vibrating through his chest into Jimin’s fragile frame.
Jimin flinched at the sound, but Jungkook immediately softened, shifting his grip, one hand cradling the back of Jimin’s neck. He pressed his forehead firmly against Jimin’s, grounding them both. “He won’t touch you. Do you hear me? He will never touch you. Never touch them.” His voice broke, trembling but iron-strong. “I’ll rip his throat out before he ever gets near you again.”
Jimin let out a shaky sob, clinging tighter, burying himself against Jungkook’s chest as if he could hide there. His body was still trembling, but Jungkook’s words...feral, violent, absolute...pressed against the raw edges of his fear like a salve
Jungkook didn’t move from the nest. Even as Jimin’s breathing slowed, curling into the fragile rhythm of sleep, Jungkook’s mind raced. The image of Dongmin...the filthy, vicious alpha, daring to threaten his mate and his pups...burned in his mind like wildfire. His wolf churned beneath his skin, claws scratching at the cage of his control. He could smell the danger, taste the threat, and it made his chest tight with feral need.
Gently, he eased Jimin’s head onto his shoulder, keeping him pressed close, but his eyes didn’t leave the doorway. He needed to know everything, needed to secure every angle. Taehyung and the bodyguards were trained, loyal, but no one could move fast enough or think sharp enough to protect Jimin like Jungkook could.
His fingers tightened into fists, then flexed as his thoughts sharpened. First, they would stay in the mansion. No outings, no trips, no exposing his mate or their pups to the outside until he had eyes on that alpha. Namjoon and Yoongi had already been alerted to keep a round-the-clock watch on the perimeter, cameras, patrols, and any way in or out.
Next, he would find Dongmin. He didn’t care where that alpha hid...back alleys, shelters, bars, anywhere in the city, Jungkook would sniff him out. He imagined the haggard face, the dirt-streaked hair, treatening his family. The thought made a low, feral growl rumble in his chest.
“Every second he’s out there…thinking he can touch them…thinking he can threaten them…he’s dead,” Jungkook muttered to himself, voice low and lethal. His claws dug into the armrest of the chair as he visualized tracking him, cornering him, making sure Dongmin would never come near his family again.
He leaned over, brushing a hand over Jimin’s hair, still gentle, still grounding him in the present. “Sleep, baby. You’re safe now…always. I’ve got you. I’ve got them,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. But even as his lips left the warmth of his mate’s skin, his mind ran like a steel trap, calculating, planning.
By morning, he would have a list. All of Dongmin’s known haunts, every contact, every friend, anyone who might shield him. Jungkook would interrogate, intimidate, and eliminate if necessary. There would be no mercy...none for someone who had dared to threaten his mate and pups.
And if Dongmin made a single mistake, came within a breath of Jimin or their children again…Jungkook’s wolf promised retribution that would be total and absolute.
But for now, he stayed, eyes flicking over Jimin’s peaceful, trembling form, the quiet rise and fall of his chest, hands splayed protectively across his mate’s body. Every muscle tensed beneath his skin, ready. The alpha in him...feral, dangerous, impossibly precise...was already preparing for the hunt, while the man who loved Jimin held him close, shielding him from the nightmares that dared bleed into reality.
No one would touch his mate. No one would hurt his pups. And Jungkook’s mind, heart, and claws were all aligned to make sure of it.
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Morning light filtered weakly through the blinds, casting long, pale stripes across the bedroom. Jimin stirred in the nest, eyelids heavy, body tense. His chest felt tight, his muscles sore from the panic and adrenaline that had ripped through him the night before. Every nerve seemed on edge, heart still hammering from the nightmare that hadn’t fully let go.
He shifted slowly, groaning softly, the ache in his body a harsh reminder of how tightly he’d clung to Jungkook, how the fear had twisted and burned inside him. His stomach knotted as his thoughts turned to Dongmin...the haggard, vicious alpha at the supermarket...and the words that had cut him so deeply. Threatening his pups, trying to use fear and violence to take what wasn’t his.
Every memory of that day, every memory of his Eomma’s murder, came rushing back. His hands trembled slightly as he pushed himself up, body stiff and heavy, muscles protesting. Even standing felt like a monumental effort, but he forced himself to move, to keep going.
Jimin’s gaze drifted out the window and caught sight of Jungkook on the balcony, phone pressed to his ear, voice low but sharp. Orders, instructions, alerts...he was already mobilizing, already tracking, already protecting. Jimin’s chest tightened at the sight, his mate’s feral vigilance both comforting and terrifying. Jungkook was always a force to be reckoned with, but seeing him this tense, alert, ready to pounce, made Jimin’s worry twist even deeper.
With slow, careful movements, Jimin made his way to the bathroom, each step weighted, every joint aching, every muscle reminding him of the tension that had gripped him all night. He felt hollowed by worry, haunted by trauma, every memory of past violence clawing at him. He shivered as the thought of Dongmin ever being near his pups again threatened to consume him.
He passed softly into the bathroom and reached in and turned the shower on, letting the temperature adjust to his liking. Jimin slowly peeled off his sleep shirt and underwear and stepped inside the glass shower.
The bathroom was thick with steam, curling around Jimin’s trembling form. The warm water pounded down in a steady rhythm, but it did nothing to calm the rising panic coiling tight in his chest. He leaned against the cool tile, hands trembling as they traced over his stomach, the hot water sluicing down his body.
Then he saw it.
Deep red water pooling at his feet. His heart stuttered, then skipped a beat entirely. A wave of terror hit him so hard he almost lost his balance.
“Oh no…no, no, no,” he gasped, voice cracking, breath uneven. His hands fumbled frantically along his body, finding the source at his backside...warm, sticky blood seeping from him.
“Jungkook!” he screamed, panic shredding his voice, echoing harshly against the walls. “Alpha! Something’s wrong!”
The water ran down in blurs, mixing with the tears now streaming down his face. He gripped the wall, knuckles white, mind racing through every worst-case scenario.
The sudden sound of hurried footsteps pounded from outside. “Baby! What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s deep, commanding voice cut through the steam, sharp with urgency.
“I...I don’t know!” Jimin choked, shaking violently. “I’m…bleeding!”
The door slammed open. Jungkook strode in, eyes blackened with instant alarm, muscles taut, every inch of him radiating a dangerous, feral intensity. His gaze locked onto Jimin, and the low growl rolling from his chest was primal, a warning flare to anyone...or anything.
Jimin’s knees wobbled, nearly giving out, and he fell against Jungkook, who caught him with one arm like a lifeline, the other sweeping over his mate protectively. “Shh…shh, baby, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Jungkook murmured, voice thick, raw with possessive urgency. He pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, inhaling the scent of fear and blood and letting it fuel the protective storm coiling tight in him.
“You’re bleeding. Where? Show me, now,” Jungkook growled, his hands gentle but commanding, scanning Jimin’s body with swift, careful precision, sucking in a sharp breath when he saw the blood seeping from his hole. Every instinct was alight, sharp and ready to make whatever was wrong better, his alpha presence filling the small bathroom like a shield.
Jimin whimpered, pressing closer, tears slipping between his lashes. “I…what's happening, Jungkook? I...I don’t understand…”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his heart racing with crippling fear. “I see it, baby. I see it. You’re safe with me. We're going to get Jin, okay? I swear to you, we'll fix this.” His tone was low, growling with feral authority, protective energy radiating off him like heat. He gathered Jimin fully into his arms, pressing him against his chest, the steady thrum of his heart a grounding pulse.
“We’re getting you out, now,” Jungkook said, urgency cutting through the panic, yet every word wrapped in possessive comfort. “Jin’s coming, we’re going to fix this, and I’ll protect you through it all. You hear me? I’ll protect you. Nothing will happen to you while I’m here.”
Jimin buried his face into Jungkook’s chest, shaking, hot tears soaking the fabric of his shirt. The fear still clawed at him, but Jungkook’s hands, firm yet gentle, his growl deep and protective, and the weight of his presence, all anchored him. He wasn’t alone. Jungkook’s alpha instinct was fully unleashed, every ounce of him focused on keeping Jimin safe, shielding him from the unknown terror that had suddenly erupted.
“Shh…look at me, Jimin,” Jungkook murmured, voice low, commanding, feral yet loving. “I’ve got you. You're not alone. Not now, not ever. We’re getting you out of here, and I won’t leave your side.”
Jimin clung tighter, trembling, but the raw, fierce protection radiating from Jungkook made the terror manageable, grounding him in the certainty that whatever was happening, his mate would fight to the last breath to keep him safe.
Chapter 50
Summary:
Jimin and Jungkook receive unexpected news.
Notes:
This is a heavy chapter. Poor Jimin!😭
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jin entered quietly, the sharp scent of antiseptic clinging faintly to him. His eyes immediately dropped to the nest where Jimin lay curled in a white bathrobe, the fabric already lightly stained red across the back. Jin’s face paled, but his voice stayed calm.
“Show me,” he said softly.
Jungkook was kneeling at Jimin’s side, one trembling hand stroking his damp hair back. His other hand gripped the edge of the mattress so tightly his knuckles had gone white. His voice cracked when he spoke. “Jin, please...please help him. I don’t know what’s wrong. He was fine and then...he’s bleeding...”
Jin held up a hand. “Kook. Calm down and let me examine him. I won’t know anything until I do.”
Jimin winced as Jin gently pressed across his lower stomach, checking carefully, his face unreadable. But then his fingers stilled. He froze.
Jungkook’s chest constricted. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”
Jin slowly lifted his gaze. His voice was steady but carried weight. “If my suspicions are correct from what I just felt…Jimin, you’re pregnant.”
The room fell silent.
Jimin’s wide eyes flicked between them, his lips parting soundlessly. Jungkook’s jaw dropped, his entire body going still before a raw sound escaped his throat. “What? But...how? He hasn’t had a heat yet...”
Jin nodded slowly. “No. But you had a phantom heat, remember? Conception must have happened then.”
A low growl rumbled from Jungkook’s chest, not in anger but in instinctive protectiveness. He bent down, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s damp forehead, his voice breaking. "What about the blood? Is the pup okay?”
Jin pressed again, checking carefully, his brows furrowing. “Could be increased blood flow to the cervix…or stress. It’s not unusual early on.”
Jimin’s lips trembled. “There was a lot of blood, though...”
The older omega’s expression softened, his doctor’s mind working quickly. “Let me text Namjoon. He can bring the ultrasound up...we’ll know for sure.”
Within minutes, Namjoon appeared, rolling in the machine with quiet efficiency. Jungkook adjusted the blankets up to Jimin’s waist, then carefully parted the bathrobe, his touch reverent even now.
The cool gel made Jimin flinch, but Jungkook squeezed his hand, grounding him. Jin slid the wand across his stomach, his eyes on the screen. For a long moment, only static hum filled the room...then suddenly, the steady, rhythmic thump of a heartbeat burst from the speakers.
The pup’s heartbeat.
Jimin gasped, his hand flying to his mouth as tears welled in his eyes. Jungkook nearly collapsed forward, his forehead pressing against Jimin’s temple, both of them shaking with relief.
Jin moved the wand slowly, checking every angle, then finally looked up. “The pup is fine. Strong heartbeat. I believe the bleeding was from stress...and yes, the blood looked worse because of the water. You’re about two months along.” He glanced between them, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Must have happened at the lake house.” He winked lightly.
Jimin let out a shaky laugh that melted into tears against Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook’s shoulders shook too, half laughter, half disbelief. “Are you absolutely sure, Jin? I don’t smell anything different in his scent.”
“Yes, I’m sure. You just heard the heartbeat yourself. He’s still very early...his scent will change in about a month.”
Jungkook exhaled a rough laugh, then pressed another kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Another pup, baby. Just two more and you’ll have the five you wanted.”
Jimin flushed through his tears, smacking lightly at Jungkook’s chest, embarrassed but glowing.
Jin finished his exam, checking carefully, then nodded. “The bleeding has stopped now. Nothing concerning. Rest, food, and calm are what you need.” He straightened, gathering his supplies, one hand absently resting on his own belly. “I’ll leave this out in the hall and have Joonie come back later for the machine.”
Jin paused at the door, his expression firm but warm. “Remember, Jimin...bed rest. No stress. Let Jungkook handle everything for the next few days.”
Jimin gave a small, watery smile, cheeks still flushed from the shock and relief of hearing the pup’s heartbeat. “Okay, Jin. Thank you…really.”
Jin softened, his hand brushing over his own belly almost unconsciously. “Don’t thank me. Just take care of yourself. Both of you.” With that, he slipped out, wheeling the machine quietly into the hall.
The room fell into silence except for the pups’ fading voices somewhere down the hall and the faint hum of the air. Jimin curled instinctively into Jungkook’s side, his robe still parted, skin cooling where Jin had spread the gel. Jungkook immediately tugged the blankets higher, wrapping Jimin like he was fragile porcelain.
Jimin sniffled, voice breaking as he whispered, “I thought…I thought the worst had happened.”
Jungkook’s arms tightened around him, his lips pressing into Jimin’s temple, then his hair, then finally down to his ear. His voice was low, guttural, the sound of a wolf promising war. “It didn't. Not now, not ever. Not while I’m breathing.”
Jimin trembled, nestling deeper into his chest. “Another pup…Kook, I didn’t even realize…I had no symptoms.”
Jungkook chuckled softly, though his eyes shone wet in the dim light. “Another pup for me to love and protect. Strong like their eomma.” He pulled back just enough to look at Jimin’s flushed face, brushing his thumb gently across his cheek. “We’ll keep them safe. I swear it.”
Jimin let out a shaky laugh, the tension finally breaking, and hid his face in Jungkook’s neck. “I can't even look at you without getting pregnant. Between my fertility and your knot, I’m really going to have five before I know it.”
“Good. If it were up to me, you'd stay pregnant and glowing.” Jungkook growled softly against his hair, possessive and proud. “A full nest. Our legacy. Exactly what you deserve.”
Jimin gave a weak laugh, muffled against his chest, though his hand still lingered protectively over his stomach. Jungkook kissed the top of his head and didn’t let go, keeping him pressed close as though sheer will could shield him from every shadow that dared to creep near.
All that mattered was the quiet, the steady rhythm of Jungkook’s heartbeat against Jimin’s ear. For the first time since the market, Jimin’s trembling eased, his body finally surrendering to exhausted sleep in Jungkook’s arms.
Jungkook stayed awake long after, watching over him, eyes sharp even in the soft light of morning.
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Later, after Jungkook had ordered dinner be sent up to them, Jimin lay back in the nest, resting, still pale and wide-eyed, one hand instinctively resting over his stomach. Jungkook hadn’t moved from his side, his arm wound protectively around Jimin’s shoulders as though keeping him tethered in place.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it again...Jimin’s body trembling, the water stained red, the panic in his mate’s voice as he cried out. It twisted something deep inside him, a kind of fury that burned so hot it nearly choked him. His omega had bled because of stress. Because of fear. Because that bastard Dongmin had slithered back into their lives.
Jungkook’s jaw flexed. He had been so careful, so ruthless in keeping threats away from Jimin, but somehow that filthy alpha had found his way close enough to shake Jimin to his core.
“You’re not moving from this bed,” Jungkook said, his voice low but firm, the weight of his authority unmistakable. He brushed damp strands of hair from Jimin’s forehead, his thumb lingering to stroke his temple. “Not for food, not for water, not for anything. I’ll bring you whatever you need.”
“Jungkook…I can't stop...thinking about it.” Jimin’s voice was soft, hesitant, as though afraid to break the fragile peace of the moment. “It looked like so much blood. I thought...I thought I lost...” His voice cracked, the memory flooding him again, and his fingers clutched at Jungkook’s shirt.
Jungkook growled softly, pulling him tight against his chest. “Don’t say it. Don’t even think it. The pup is okay. Strong. Alive. We heard them.” His jaw clenched, eyes dark with a mixture of relief and lingering fury at the thought of anything threatening Jimin or their child.
Jimin pressed his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his mate’s grounding scent. “I’m scared,” he whispered, voice trembling.
“You don’t have to be.” Jungkook cupped the back of his head, kissing the crown of his hair with slow, steady reverence. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep them safe. Nothing...no one...will touch you.”
Silence stretched, broken only by the steady thrum of Jungkook’s heart beneath Jimin’s ear. Jimin let his palm drift over his flat stomach, a shaky, disbelieving laugh bubbling through his tears. “Two months,” he murmured. “At the lake house…I think it happened that night on the couch.”
Jungkook’s lips curved faintly, some of the tension easing from his face. He nuzzled at Jimin’s temple, voice dropping into a husky rumble. “You were so sweet that night. So needy for me. I should’ve known my omega couldn’t let me go without giving me another pup.”
“Yah…” Jimin swatted weakly at his chest, his cheeks flushing pink even through the pallor of fear. But the embarrassment melted quickly into raw emotion again, tears slipping free as he whispered, “I can’t believe it, Koo. Another pup. Our pup.”
Jungkook kissed the wetness from his cheeks, slow and deliberate, as though each kiss was an oath. “You always give me the most beautiful pups,” he whispered softly. “Another reason for me to protect you with everything I have.”
Jimin let out a shaky breath and curled against him, exhaustion finally overtaking the adrenaline. Within minutes, his breathing steadied into the soft rhythm of sleep, his hand still curved protectively over his belly.
But Jungkook didn’t sleep. Couldn’t. He sat upright, cradling Jimin against him, one broad hand spread over his omega’s stomach like a shield. His mind wouldn’t stop racing...about guards, about walls, about every damn vulnerability that had let Dongmin slither close enough to frighten Jimin like this.
Because Jungkook knew. Knew with absolute certainty that the bleeding, the collapse, the terror...none of it was coincidence. Stress had driven Jimin’s body past its limit. Stress that came directly from that filthy alpha showing his face in the market.
Jungkook’s chest rose and fell in slow, furious breaths. Dongmin’s threats echoed in his skull, every word dripping with malice. That alpha had already stolen Jimin’s peace once, years ago. Now he had dared to touch his life again, to endanger not just his omega and pups, but also their unborn pup.
Jungkook’s fingers tightened over Jimin’s stomach, protective and possessive. His jaw flexed hard enough to ache.
Now he had one more reason...one more unshakable justification...to hunt Dongmin down and end him.
No cage, no grave, no shadow in this world would hide him from the wrath of Jeon Jungkook.
He lowered his mouth to Jimin’s hair, his voice a whisper of steel and promise.
“You’ll never bleed like that again. I swear it. And I’ll make sure Dongmin never breathes your name again.”
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The evening had settled over the mansion, the last of the sunlight casting long, muted shadows across the hall when the knock came. The air was quiet except for the faint hum of the cooling system, the occasional creak of floorboards, and the soft laughter of the pups somewhere down the corridor. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on the nest, where Jimin lay curled protectively around his stomach. He lingered a moment, reluctant to leave him, then finally slipped out into the hall, careful not to disturb his mate.
Yoongi was already there, leaning casually against the wall, calm and steady. He lifted a hand in greeting. “They’re okay,” he said, reading Jungkook’s tension without needing to be asked. “The pups are playing and having fun. Hoseok made dinner for them, and they ate well. They miss you guys, though. Hoseok told them Jimin was sick with a cold, so they had to stay with us for a while until their eomma’s better.” He smiled faintly, a soft warmth in his voice. “Jaehyun seemed fine with that answer. He didn’t protest at all. Jaeha…kept crying for his Eomma’s milk, though.”
Jungkook gave a slow nod, understanding. “Jimin stopped breastfeeding him once his teeth started coming in. He pumps now. There’s plenty in the freezer in the kitchen. Bottles are in the cabinet.”
Yoongi’s expression softened, a faint nod acknowledging the reassurance. “Good. Then they’re taken care of.”
Jungkook exhaled slowly, the tightness in his shoulders easing just slightly. His gaze softened as he met Yoongi’s eyes. “Thank you...for watching them. For caring for them.”
Yoongi pushed off the wall, walking forward until he was just a step away. “Not a problem,” he said firmly, voice quiet but filled with weight. “They’re good pups…easy to love. Me and Hoseok...we love them like our own. We’ve always been like brothers, Jungkook. Your pups are my family too.”
The words sank deep, more grounding than Jungkook expected. He stepped forward and drew Yoongi into a firm embrace, their foreheads pressing together. A low, steady rumble vibrated between them...not a warning, not a growl...but the unmistakable bond of packmates, brothers, bound by loyalty, history and trust.
“I know,” Jungkook whispered, voice thick, emotion raw. His chest tightened, and he drew in a slow, deliberate breath. “…He’s pregnant again.”
Yoongi froze for a moment, eyes widening in quiet surprise before a heavier, fiercer protectiveness settled into his gaze. “Already?”
Jungkook gave a short, measured nod. His throat tightened, voice low but steady. “We found out today. And earlier, when he was in the shower…he bled because of the stress that bastard caused. Dongmin. I won’t forgive it. Not for a second.”
Yoongi’s brow furrowed. “Does Jimin know him?”
Jungkook’s gaze hardened, darkening with fury. “Dongmin. He’s Jimin’s stepfather. He killed Jimin’s eomma. And Jimin…Jimin saw him do it.” His jaw tightened, a low growl building in his throat. “That’s why he bled. That bastard has one more reason to die, Yoongi. One more reason.”
Yoongi’s arms tightened slightly around him, but not in a warning. It was a reaffirmation, a silent promise. “Then we don’t wait for him to come back around. You and me...we handle this together.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, a low rumble vibrating in his chest. “Together,” he said, dark, proud, and resolute.
Yoongi gave a sharp nod, his gaze hardening but calm. “I’ll find out where he’s hiding. I’ll turn over every rock, every alley, every den until I drag him into the light. And when I do…you’ll be the first to know.”
Jungkook exhaled, pressing his forehead harder into Yoongi’s, their breaths mingling in the quiet hallway. “I trust you,” he murmured, voice raw. “My mate…my pups…they’re everything. I can’t lose any of them. Not to him.”
Yoongi rumbled low, a sound full of brotherly reassurance, and pressed one hand to Jungkook’s back. “Then we’ll make sure he never touches Jimin again. Not a single hair on his head. Not ever. We make him pay for Jimin's suffering.”
Jungkook’s eyes glimmered with a mix of relief, pride, and unyielding determination. “I know,” he whispered. “I don’t have to say it, you already understand.”
The two alphas stayed there a long moment, heads pressed together, the quiet of evening settling around them. Outside, the sky had darkened to a deep indigo, stars just beginning to pierce the night. Inside, the mansion felt safe...for now. Safe for Jimin. Safe for their pups.
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Dongmin hunched over the grimy library computer, the flickering fluorescent lights above making the small, dusty room feel colder than it really was. His hands trembled slightly...not just from the cheap liquor still thick in his veins from last night, but from a gnawing anxiety he couldn’t shake. His eyes darted to the closed blinds, to the rows of silent patrons around him, but he didn’t care. He had to know. He had to find Jimin.
His fingers hesitated on the keyboard before typing Jimin’s name, the clack of the keys harsh in the quiet room. The search results were frustratingly thin at first...old news snippets, a few forgotten social media mentions, some dusty forum threads. He squinted at each link, trying to piece together a trail, any hint of where Jimin might be now.
Then...a photo. A charity auction hosted by a well known mafia family from a few years back. Jimin stood next to someone familiar. Someone dangerous. Dongmin’s stomach dropped, bile rising as his eyes locked onto the name below the image: Jeon Jungkook.
The photograph hit him harder than he expected. Jimin leaned lightly against Jungkook’s arm, smiling politely but with a subtle ease, a closeness that spoke of trust and belonging. Dongmin’s breath hitched. He knew the name. The legend. The alpha whose reputation made even hardened criminals sweat, whose mere presence could quiet an entire room.
Jimin wasn’t just anyone. Jimin was claimed. Mated. To the city’s most feared mafia leader. Dongmin’s hands went icy, his pulse thundering painfully in his temples. He scrolled, frantically scanning the rest of the search results, and froze again. Mentions of great wealth, family, pups. The realization hit him like a hammer: those were Jimin’s pups. Jungkook’s flesh and blood. There's no way that alpha would let him live after he threatened them.
A cold, clawing wave of terror slithered through him, tightening around his chest. He felt sick, dizzy, as the full weight of his recklessness pressed down on him. He had no chance. Not now. Not ever. He hadn’t known, hadn’t considered, hadn’t imagined that his obsession would lead him straight into the den of a predator he could never outrun.
Every sound in the library seemed amplified: the creak of floorboards, the whisper of pages, the shuffle of a chair. Each one felt like an announcement of his presence to the alpha who could crush him without a second thought. Every eye in the room felt like it might belong to Jungkook himself.
Dongmin shut the browser with a trembling hand, the screen going black, the light reflecting off his wide, panicked eyes. He grabbed the worn coat slung over the back of the chair and slipped into the hall, keeping low, moving fast. Each step was measured, each glance over his shoulder a reflex. He ducked into shadows, melted into alleys, weaving through streets where he hoped no one knew him.
His mind raced with possibilities...any place he might hide, any route Jungkook could trace him...but there was no comfort, no strategy that could fully erase the fear. He felt hunted, a prey alpha tracking him invisibly from afar. He couldn’t go back to the streets...not yet. Not ever. Survival meant invisibility, meant patience, meant waiting for a chance he might never get.
Dongmin’s reflection caught in a darkened shop window. His face was pale, drawn, lined with fear and self-recrimination. He pressed his hand against the glass, as if trying to hold onto some sliver of safety, some distance from the storm he had walked into.
The truth was clear. He had stumbled into a war he could never win. A predator was on his trail, and that predator didn’t just protect his mate...he protected his family. Dongmin’s stomach churned. Every alley he crossed, every shadow he ducked into, every stranger he passed, was a reminder: Jungkook would find him if he came near Jimin. And when he did….there would be no mercy.
The library, the streets, the city...they were all suffocating now, closing in like walls. Dongmin’s only thought was survival. Hide. Disappear. And maybe, somehow, just stay alive long enough to figure out if there was a way out.
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The room was hushed, wrapped in shadows, the city lights outside only brushing pale silver lines across the curtains. Jungkook’s arms locked firmly around Jimin, one hand resting protectively on his waist, the other stroking slow lines down his back.
Jimin’s fingers traced circles on Jungkook’s chest, small and uneven. He hesitated before speaking, voice thin. “Kook… I think I need to tell you something. About my past. About why I was always so…scared when we first met.”
Jungkook’s grip tightened at once, a deep growl humming from his chest. His head tilted down until his lips brushed the crown of Jimin’s hair. “Anything, baby. I’m here. Tell me.”
Jimin took a shaky breath, burying his face briefly against Jungkook’s chest like he needed the steady thrum of his heartbeat to be brave. “It started when my Appa died. I was ten. The car accident… it happened so fast. One moment he was on his way home from work, and then...” His breath hitched. “...he was just gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
Silence filled the room, broken only by Jimin’s trembling words. “He was…everything to me, Koo. My Appa was strong, but gentle. He used to carry me on his shoulders when I was little, like I was on top of the world. He’d tuck me in every night no matter how late he came home, whispering that I’d never be alone. He made me feel safe. Like nothing bad could touch me as long as he was there.”
Jimin’s hand curled against Jungkook’s chest, knuckles pressing into the steady warmth of him. “And then suddenly…he wasn’t. The world didn’t feel safe anymore. I didn’t feel safe. I missed him so much, I thought the ache would swallow me whole.”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched hard enough to ache, his throat vibrating with a low, dangerous growl. He pressed his mouth to Jimin’s hair, kissing softly but with the weight of a vow. “No pup should ever feel that, angel. Losing your anchor like that… I hate that you had to go through it alone.”
Jimin shivered, his voice small, like he was still that ten-year-old boy. “After he died, everything changed. My Eomma tried so hard. She worked day and night, sewing clothes at the shop, cleaning houses, anything to keep us afloat. She barely slept. She wanted to be strong for me, wanted to be both Eomma and Appa. But… it left her tired, stretched too thin. I was alone most of the time. The house felt so empty without him. I’d wait by the door sometimes, thinking maybe Appa would walk back in… but he never did.”
His fingers curled tighter into Jungkook’s shirt, a faint tremor running through him. “I stopped being a pup after that. I couldn’t be. I felt like I had to be good, quiet, not make things harder for her. I missed being held. I missed being protected. But I didn’t want her to see me cry because she was already carrying so much.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a deep, protective growl. His hand spread wide over Jimin’s back, pressing him close like he could fuse him to his body and keep every wound sealed. “You should’ve been cared for. You should’ve been cherished. Not left to feel small and alone.”
Jimin’s voice broke. “I just wanted my Appa back.”
Jungkook’s eyes burned in the dark, a lethal vow already forming inside him even as he kissed Jimin’s temple, his jaw, his soft hair. “I’m here now. I’ll be what he was to you and more. You’ll never be alone again, never feel unprotected again. I swear it, baby.”
Jimin nodded, letting out a shaky breath before continuing. “Then…after a while…Eomma met someone else. Dongmin. He…he said he’d help her. He said he’d help me. She agreed to marry him…on one condition. That she wouldn’t mate him. That…Appa was the only one she would ever give herself to.” His voice broke a little, the memory bitter.
Jungkook’s hand tightened, curling possessively around Jimin’s back. “That bastard…” he muttered, jaw clenching.
Jimin was quiet for a long moment, tucked against Jungkook’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His voice was softer when he spoke again.
“My Eomma… she tried so hard, Koo. She worked herself to the bone, always tired, always with sore hands. Sometimes I’d hear her crying at night when she thought I was asleep. I wanted to make it better for her, to take her pain away, but I was just a boy.” His throat tightened. “I used to pretend I wasn’t hungry when there wasn’t enough food, just so she could eat more. I didn’t want to be a burden.”
Jungkook’s chest rumbled with a sound close to a snarl, the sheer wrongness of those words cutting into him. He gripped Jimin tighter. “You were never a burden. Not then, not now, not ever.”
Jimin gave a faint, broken smile but didn’t argue. His fingers toyed with Jungkook’s shirt, twisting the fabric as if anchoring himself. “When I was twelve, Eomma married Dongmin. At first… I thought maybe it would be good. She smiled again for the first time in years. She laughed. I hadn’t heard her laugh like that since Appa. I wanted to believe he could help her carry the weight. That maybe I’d have someone to look up to again. Another Appa.”
Jungkook stiffened instantly, suspicion darkening his features though he forced himself to stay quiet.
“But things changed fast.” Jimin’s voice grew quieter, like he was confessing a secret he still carried heavy. “He moved in not long after they married. And I realized he wasn’t like my Appa. Not at all.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, his eyes narrowing in the dim light, every protective instinct snapping to attention. His hand slid up to the back of Jimin’s neck, thumb brushing over his scent gland in a slow, grounding circle. “Tell me what he did.”
Jimin’s breath shook. “He wasn’t cruel at first. Just… sharp. His voice was always loud. He didn’t like when I asked questions, didn’t like when I was in the way. He’d snap at me for little things. If I forgot to put my shoes by the door, or if I left crumbs on the table. Things Appa would’ve just laughed off. I told myself it was normal. That maybe I just needed to be more careful.”
He swallowed hard, burying his face briefly in Jungkook’s chest. “But then it got worse. He’d drink. And when he drank, he got meaner. His words cut deep. Sometimes his hands did too.”
Jungkook’s body went rigid, a low, murderous growl ripping from his throat before he caught himself. His hand gripped Jimin’s waist so tightly it almost hurt, but the omega only pressed closer, seeking safety in the storm of his alpha’s rage.
“Baby…” Jungkook’s voice was a gravelly rasp, dark with possessiveness and wrath. “You’re going to tell me everything. Every time he touched you wrong. Every word he spat. And I swear to you...he’ll never breathe easy again for what he did to you.”
Jimin trembled but nodded, his voice fragile. “I was just a boy, Koo. And I thought if I stayed quiet, if I was small enough, maybe he’d stop.”
Jimin’s breathing was uneven, but he forced himself to keep speaking, fingers still drawing nervous shapes against Jungkook’s chest.
“At first, it was little things. Dongmin didn’t like how I ate too slowly. He’d tap his chopsticks against the table until I hurried. He didn’t like my voice...said I was too soft, that boys shouldn’t sound weak. If I dropped something, if I forgot to bow properly, if I left a door open…” Jimin’s lips trembled. “He called me useless. Said I was going to grow up worthless, like a stray mutt no one wanted.”
Jungkook’s entire body went tight, muscles coiled like a predator’s. He forced a slow inhale through his nose, his hand stroking Jimin’s side even as fury burned in his gut. “He spoke to you like that?” The words came out low, guttural, vibrating with a threat that wasn’t even masked.
Jimin nodded faintly, eyes distant. “Sometimes he wouldn’t even look at me. He’d just…act like I wasn’t there. Like I was some shadow taking up space in his house. But other times, he’d snap so fast it made my chest hurt. I remember once...I spilled a little water on the floor while pouring tea. Just a few drops.” His throat closed, and he swallowed before continuing. “He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me down, made me lick it clean like a dog.”
The growl that ripped from Jungkook’s chest was sharp and feral, his arms tightening around Jimin as if to shield him from ghosts. “I’ll kill him.” His voice shook with barely caged violence. “I’ll tear his fucking throat out with my teeth.”
Jimin pressed closer, needing Jungkook’s warmth, needing his fury as much as his comfort. “Koo… I was thirteen. Just a kid. I didn’t even fight back. I thought maybe if I obeyed, he’d stop. If I was enough…” His voice cracked. “Maybe it would get better.”
Jungkook tilted Jimin’s chin up sharply, his eyes blazing with alpha fire, possessive and protective. “No, baby. You were a child. He was a coward who preyed on someone defenseless. Don’t you ever think you were the problem.” He brushed his thumb over Jimin’s damp cheek. “You hear me? You were perfect. He was filth.”
Jimin shuddered at the words, as though hearing them loosened something wound too tight in his chest. He gave a faint nod, his voice small. “Sometimes… I’d hear him and Eomma fighting. She’d try to defend me, say I was just a boy. But he’d scream at her too. I hated it. I hated being the reason she got hurt.”
Jungkook’s brows knitted, his jaw sharp enough to cut. “You weren’t the reason. He was.” His voice dropped lower, dark and dangerous. “He raised his voice at her, too?”
Jimin hesitated, then whispered, “Sometimes more than that.”
Jungkook’s vision tunneled red, his instincts howling. The urge to hunt Dongmin down, to end him with his bare hands, was a roar in his blood. He pressed his face into Jimin’s hair, inhaling his omega’s scent, grounding himself in the present.
Jimin clung to him, voice soft, broken. “I used to count the nights, Koo. Count them like they were prison bars. Just hoping he’d fall asleep early. Hoping he wouldn’t notice me.”
Jimin shivered against Jungkook, his fingers clutching at the front of his mate’s shirt as if holding on to life itself. His voice was barely audible, trembling with memory. “Then…when I was fifteen…my first heat came. Eomma was at her shop. I was…alone. I didn’t know what was happening…everything inside me was…I didn’t understand it.”
Jungkook’s hand stilled for a heartbeat before tightening around Jimin’s back, pulling him impossibly close. His voice dropped, rough and low, vibrating like a warning. “Baby…look at me. You’re safe now. No one...no one...will ever touch you again.”
Jimin swallowed hard, his lips trembling. “Dongmin…he came home that night. He…he smelled me, Kook. He…he knew. He came into my room. I tried to fight him, I really did…but I was so weak. I…couldn’t stop him. He…he tried to…to touch me. Eomma came home from work and stopped him…” His voice cracked, and he buried his face into Jungkook’s chest, shaking.
Jungkook’s hands tightened, his claws of protectiveness wrapping around Jimin as his growl rumbled low and furious. “That son of a...” His jaw clenched, eyes dark with feral rage. “You hear me, baby? He will never, ever touch you again. Not while I’m alive. Not while I can breathe. Not ever.”
Jimin trembled, pressing closer, tears soaking Jungkook’s chest. “That’s…that’s why I…why I was always scared before and during my heats until you. When I was alone…when I was unprotected…I couldn’t…trust anyone. That’s why I stayed…a virgin until I met you, Kook. I…couldn’t trust alphas.”
Jungkook pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, growling, a raw, vibrating sound that filled the room with his wrath and possessiveness. “You don’t ever have to be scared again. Not ever. I’m here. I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about touching you. You’re mine, baby. All of you.”
Jimin sniffled, finally letting a shuddering breath escape, the tension in his tiny body slowly giving way to the weight of Jungkook’s protection. “I've always felt safest with you,” he whispered, voice barely audible over his sobs.
Jungkook’s hands moved to cradle his head, stroking his hair possessively, his growl deepening. “Good. You will be safe. I swear it. No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here. You hear me?”
“I hear you…” Jimin whispered, tears sliding down his cheeks. “I…thank you, for loving me.”
“I’ll never stop, baby." Jungkook murmured against his hair, voice low, dangerous, yet tender. “I’ll never stop loving and protecting you. I’ll never let anyone lay a finger on you. Not a soul. Not him. Not anyone.”
Jimin trembled but let himself melt into the protective weight of Jungkook’s chest, finally allowing himself to breathe, to feel the safety he’d been denied for so long. Jungkook’s growl softened slightly, a slow, vibrating hum against him, a promise written in muscle and scent and heat: You’re mine. I’ll always protect you.
Jimin’s breathing had slowed, but his small frame still trembled lightly against Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook didn’t move. He couldn’t. Every fiber of him screamed to protect, to guard, to crush anyone who had ever dared...or might ever dare...to hurt his mate. His large hand traced slow, careful patterns along Jimin’s back, pressing him close, grounding him, marking him in the quiet way that only Jungkook could.
His mind raced. Dongmin. That name alone made his blood boil. The thought of what that bastard had done, the helplessness and abuse Jimin had suffered, it set a fire in him. His claws itched for retribution. If Jungkook could track Dongmin, he would make him pay in ways that would leave no doubt who reigned here. But first…first, he had to make sure Jimin felt untouchable, safe, and entirely his.
“You’re my heart,” Jungkook murmured against the top of Jimin’s head, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the nest. “Do you understand that, baby? He will suffer slowly for what he's done.”
Jimin shivered again, not from fear this time, but from the warmth and certainty of Jungkook’s presence. He pressed closer, letting himself melt into the safety Jungkook radiated. “I…I know,” he whispered, voice shaking. “I trust you completely.”
That simple admission sent a wave of possessive heat coursing through Jungkook. He tightened his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, pressing him further into his chest, and lowered his forehead to rest against Jimin’s temple. “Good. Because my alpha senses? They don’t lie. If anyone thought about laying a hand on you, I’d tear them apart. And it wouldn’t matter who they were.”
Jimin’s fingers tangled in Jungkook’s damp hair, tugging him slightly closer, seeking the warmth and safety he had craved for so long. “I love you, Koo,” he murmured, voice breaking, raw and honest. “Always.”
Jungkook pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, inhaling his scent, letting the possessive heat rise through him. “I love you, too, baby,” he whispered against his lips, voice low, hoarse with emotion and protectiveness. His hand cradled the back of Jimin’s head, fingers threading through his hair, holding him close as if the world could never touch them here.
Jimin shivered, pressing into Jungkook’s chest, letting himself feel it...safety, warmth, and belonging. Jungkook’s arms tightened possessively around him, a promise unspoken but felt in every heartbeat, every growl, every protective movement.
Jungkook’s rumble vibrated through the room, low and resonant, like a warning wrapped in comfort. “I’ve spent my whole life protecting what’s mine. You, our pups…you’re my world. My blood, my pack, my mate. I’ll burn this city down before I let anyone hurt you again.”
Jimin let out a shaky laugh, pressed into Jungkook’s chest. “Even if you…if you have to fight every alpha in the city?”
Jungkook’s grin was dark, fierce, predatory. “Every alpha. Every bastard who thinks they can take what’s mine. I don’t care if it’s the entire city. You and our pups…you’re mine. And I’ll make sure no one ever forgets it.”
And in the quiet, soft hum of the cooling system, and the dim glow of city lights, Jungkook promised silently, fiercely, to himself and to the universe:
No one would ever touch Jimin again. Not while he drew breath. Not while he was the alpha. Not while the pups...born and unborn...were his.
And for Jimin, curled into his chest, trembling but safe, that promise was all that mattered.
Chapter 51
Summary:
Dongmin's time is up.
Notes:
Another chapter posted.
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Chapter Text
The living room was cozy chaos, blankets spread across the floor and toys scattered like a rainbow-colored battlefield. Jimin sat cross-legged on the soft blanket, eyes following his pups as they explored their little kingdom. Jaeha crawled determinedly after a plush bear, wobbling slightly before catching his balance, while Jaehyun had planted himself beside Jimin, small body taut with vigilance, eyes flicking between Jimin and Jaeha like a little sentinel.
Jimin noticed Jaehyun wasn’t playing...he was scanning, alert, protective. Leaning down, he nudged his nose to Jaehyun’s. “Baby…aren’t you going to play with your brother?” he whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Jaehyun shook his head, his little hands pressing into his knees. “I can’t, Eomma. Appa isn’t here to watch out for you. My wolf…my wolf is telling me to keep an eye on you now that there's a new pup.”
Jimin’s chest melted at the words. He cupped Jaehyun’s face in his hands, brushing back a strand of hair. “Oh, my big boy,” he murmured, voice thick with love. “You’re so careful. My brave pup.”
The door creaked and Jungkook stepped in, boots soft against the hardwood. His eyes immediately locked on Jaehyun, the deep, proud rumble of his chest vibrating through the room. “Hmm,” he murmured, crouching beside them. “Look at you, Jaehyun. Always watching over your Eomma…that’s my boy. Keep listening to your wolf. He’ll never lead you wrong. You’re doing a good job.”
Jaehyun’s chest puffed slightly, pride shining in his eyes. “I’m keeping everyone safe, Appa,” he said solemnly, voice earnest.
Jimin’s gaze softened as he watched his oldest pup, hand drifting to his stomach, still flat at just two months along. “He’s already so responsible,” he whispered, a touch of awe in his voice.
Jaeha crawled forward, tiny hands patting at Jimin’s chest. “Eomma! Milk!” he squealed in baby speech.
Jimin chuckled, scooping the little omega up gently. “Baby…you know we don’t drink milk from there anymore,” he said, rubbing his back. “Your teeth are sharp now. We drink bottles.”
Jaeha whined, reaching out, tugging at Jimin’s shirt. “Milk!”
Jimin looked up at Jungkook, crouched close by, solid and steady. “Baby…do you care to make him a bottle for me?” he asked softly.
Jungkook leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips. “My pup is hungry and thirsty,” he rumbled, voice low and warm. “I’ll get him whatever he wants.”
Jimin smiled, whispering, “Thank you…”
Jungkook strode into the kitchen with deliberate focus, ignoring the staff bustling around. His hand brushed over the neatly stacked bags of breast milk in the freezer. A low rumble of pride left his chest...his omega had always overproduced, ensuring their pups would never go hungry.
He pulled a bag from the freezer, set it in the bottle warmer, and selected a clean bottle from the cabinet. Once the milk reached the right temperature, he poured it carefully into the bottle.
Back in the living room, Jaeha fussed, arms flailing. “Eomma! Milk!”
Jungkook sat on the blanket, lifting the wriggling pup into his lap. “Here you go, baby peach,” he murmured, settling the bottle into Jaeha’s hands. The little omega latched on immediately, suckling with delight.
Jimin’s heart swelled as he watched Jungkook’s hand rest gently on Jaeha’s back, supporting him. Jaehyun’s eyes followed every movement, watching quietly as he observed his Appa with his little brother, learning what it means to be a good alpha.
Jungkook caught Jimin’s gaze, rumbled softly. “See? Everything’s perfect. Our pack…all of you…safe and taken care of.”
Jimin leaned against Jungkook’s shoulder. “You're the best Appa. Our pups are so blessed,” he whispered.
Jungkook pressed a possessive, tender kiss to Jimin’s temple. “They deserve nothing but the best. You deserve the best. And I’ll make sure of it.”
The room settled into a calm rhythm...the soft hum of the bottle, tiny suckles, and the unwavering presence of their alpha holding his family close.
Jungkook’s hand drifted to Jimin’s stomach, brushing lightly over it. “Baby,” he murmured, voice low and careful, “how are you feeling today? Any cramps…or bleeding?”
Jimin shook his head, smiling up at him. “No, Kook. I feel great. The shower scare last week had me on edge, but today…today I’m fine.”
Jungkook rumbled, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s for a long grounding moment. “Good. I need to hear that. You and the pups…you’re all mine. I don’t ever want anything hurting you. And this little one,” he murmured, brushing a hand over Jimin’s stomach, “I’m going to keep them safe, just like I do with the rest of you.”
He straightened, eyes darkening with determination. “I’m going to talk to Yoongi today. He's been searching for Dongmin…tracking his whereabouts, and I’ll have a full report from him soon. You don’t need to worry about this, baby. I’ve got it under control.”
Jimin’s eyes welled with tears. “Okay…” he whispered, voice trembling.
By now, Jaeha had finished his bottle. He turned in Jungkook’s lap, pulling himself up using his Appa’s shirt until he could reach Jungkook’s face. Two chubby hands grasped Jungkook’s cheeks. “Appa!” he squealed, puckering up his little beakie and planting a wet smooch on Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook chuckled and tucked his face in the crease of Jaeha's fat little neck, letting out a playful growl. “Such a little heartbreaker,” he murmured. Jaeha erupted into laughter, squealing with pure delight. Jungkook pulled back, smiling down at his pup. “Beautiful…just beautiful. Like your Eomma,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Jaeha’s fluffy black head.
Jimin leaned back against the blanket, hand brushing over Jaeha’s tiny back. “Look at you two,” he whispered, voice soft, heart full. “Completely wrapped around each other.”
Jungkook ruffled Jaeha’s hair, tossing him lightly into the air before catching him again, making the pup squeal in laughter. “You’re going to keep me on my toes, aren’t you, little peach?”
Jaeha giggled, trying to squirm free, and Jungkook caught him again in a snug hug. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Growl and giggle. Show the world how fierce you are.”
Jaehyun joined in, crawling onto Jungkook’s back and snuggling against him, earning a playful growl from his Appa. “Hey! Careful, little wolf!” Jungkook teased, lifting him slightly before letting him land softly on the blanket.
Jimin watched, heart swelling with love and pride for his family. “Our little pack,” he whispered, brushing a hand over both pups. “Completely safe, completely loved.”
The room filled with warmth, laughter, and contentment...the alpha, his omega, and their pups, cocooned in the steady rhythm of love, protection, and family.
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Jungkook’s office was dim, shadows pooling in the corners while the faint scent of ink, leather, and whiskey lingered in the air. The fire in the grate threw low light across the room, catching the sharp edges of his jaw as he sat behind his desk, posture rigid. His fingers drummed once against the polished wood before stilling. The restless energy wasn’t just his...it was his wolf pacing inside him, baring its teeth, demanding blood.
He could feel it...the thin thread of his patience fraying with every hour Dongmin remained alive.
The door clicked open, and Yoongi stepped in, quiet but not tentative. He carried a folder tucked under his arm, and his expression was as sharp as the shadows that clung to the corners of the room. “We’ve tracked his last movements,” he began, his voice low, steady. Still, a current of tension cut beneath it. “Dongmin’s not showing up at any of the shelters. Not at the soup kitchens either. And none of our men have seen him sleeping rough.”
Jungkook’s eyes lifted, dark and sharp. “So where the hell is he?”
Yoongi crossed the room, set the folder down, and spread a folded map across the desk. His fingers tapped several circled marks scattered across the city’s outskirts. “Here. Abandoned factories. Warehouses left to rot. Old buildings no one dares to step foot in anymore. He’s using them to stay out of sight. Never in one place more than a night or two. He’s hiding, Jungkook. Like a rat crawling through walls.”
The firelight flickered against Jungkook’s face as he leaned back slowly, his wolf prowling just beneath the surface. “Coward.” The word came out like a blade dragged across steel.
Yoongi didn’t disagree. Instead, he hesitated for just a fraction of a second before continuing, his tone heavier now. “He’s running scared. That much is clear.” His gaze flicked up, pinning Jungkook’s. “And I think it’s because he’s figured it out.”
The shift in Jungkook’s aura was instant. His energy sharpened, the shadows in the room seeming to thicken around him. “Figured what out?”
Yoongi’s answer was calm, measured...careful, like a man handling a live wire. “He knows who Jimin is to you.”
For a long, dangerous moment, silence filled the office. Jungkook sat forward slowly, the faint glow of the fire catching in his eyes. His wolf pressed hard against his skin, demanding violence. “Elaborate.”
Yoongi’s reply was calm, measured, like someone carefully handling a blade. “Dongmin isn’t stupid. He’s been in the streets long enough to read the signs. He's done his research. He must have realized Jimin isn’t just another omega. He’s your mate. That’s why Dongmin won’t show his face. He knows if he does, it’ll be his last mistake.”
A growl tore from Jungkook’s chest, low and dangerous, vibrating through the floor. The glassware on his desk rattled with the force of it. His claws unsheathed and bit into his palms, drawing thin, crimson lines of blood. The coppery scent hit the air, only stoking the storm inside him. “Good,” he snarled, voice ragged with fury. “Let him run. Let him crawl through the filth like the vermin he is. It won’t save him. If he dares to breathe Jimin’s name again...if he even looks his way...” His voice dropped to a feral whisper, sharp enough to cut. “I’ll tear him apart so thoroughly there won’t be a scrap left to bury.”
Yoongi didn’t flinch. He had stood beside Jungkook for too many years, weathered storms fiercer than most alphas could withstand. His voice was steady, a grounding anchor in the storm. “I’ve already doubled the guards around the mansion. Taehyung’s on patrol himself. Namjoon’s monitoring street movements and tapping contacts. We’ve locked this place down tight. If Dongmin so much as breathes too close to your territory, we’ll know before he takes another step.”
Jungkook’s chest heaved once, harsh, as he forced control back into his body. He shut his eyes briefly, and behind them, he saw Jimin’s smile...the soft curve of his lips, the glow in his eyes when he looked at him. He saw Jimin curled in the blankets with Jaehyun pressed against his side and Jaeha babbling happily at his fingers. His heart clenched with a sharp, almost painful ache. “He can’t know any of this,” Jungkook muttered, voice rough. “Jimin’s carrying my pup. He deserves peace... safety. Not fear. Not stress. Not this filth dragging its shadow into his world.”
Yoongi inclined his head, his voice iron-solid. “Then let me carry it. I’ll drag Dongmin out of whatever hole he’s hiding in and put him at your feet. You stay where you belong...with them.”
The storm in Jungkook’s chest didn’t ease, but it shifted. Hardened. His rage crystallized into something sharper than fury...cold, merciless resolve. His eyes burned like coals in the half-light as he nodded once, slow and lethal. “Find him, Yoongi. However long it takes. And when you do...” His voice was steel wrapped in venom. “He’s mine.”
Yoongi’s mouth curved, just barely, into something that might have been a smile if not for the darkness in his eyes. “Understood.”
As Yoongi turned and left, the office was swallowed in silence. Only the firelight remained, throwing restless shadows across the room. The scent of Jungkook’s fury lingered, thick and suffocating, while his wolf prowled inside him, whispering a single truth:
Dongmin’s time was running out.
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The mansion was wrapped in silence, the weight of night pressing in heavy over the estate. Beyond the walls, the gardens rustled faintly with crickets, but upstairs, the master suite was hushed and still.
The nest was already prepared...pillows and blankets arranged exactly how Jimin liked them, soft silks layered with plush throws, their scents lingering in the air. Jungkook sat against the headboard, bare-chested, wearing only his black briefs. The lamplight spilled golden over his skin, carving every ridge of his muscles into shadow, highlighting the curve of his collarbones, the strength in his chest. He looked restless, legs spread wide, dark eyes fixed on the bathroom door with the focus of a predator waiting on prey.
When the door finally opened, his breath caught sharp in his throat.
Jimin padded out barefoot, the quiet sound of his steps muffled against the rug. His hair was damp, curling softly at the edges, his cheeks flushed pink from steam and warm water. But it was the nightgown that undid Jungkook. Pink silk, thin as air, clung to his body and skimmed over his thighs with each step. The way the fabric shifted...clinging, swaying, teasing...made his omega look like sin wrapped in innocence.
Jungkook’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. No matter how many nights he had seen Jimin, it was never enough. The sight of his omega undone him, every time.
“Come to bed, baby,” he rasped, his voice deeper than he intended, laced with hunger. He lifted one hand, palm open, beckoning.
Jimin’s lips curved into a small smirk, that playful kind of defiance that made Jungkook’s blood run hot. Instead of crawling into the nest at his usual side, Jimin crossed the room and climbed right onto him, straddling his waist.
A growl rumbled low in Jungkook’s chest before he could stop it. His hands clamped onto Jimin’s hips instantly, possessive and hard.
“Baby…” His voice was gravel now, roughened by the ache that surged through him. His cock stirred beneath the thin fabric of his briefs, pressing up against Jimin’s heat as if desperate to be inside. He ground Jimin down against it, jaw tightening. “What are you doing to me?”
Jimin leaned close, brushing his lips feather-soft against Jungkook’s before biting lightly, a teasing nip that made Jungkook’s pulse hammer. “I want you so much…” he whispered, breath trembling, the confession spilling out raw.
Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows, fighting for control. “You know we can’t...Jin hasn’t cleared us to...”
But Jimin was already rolling his hips, silk riding higher, his slick hole grinding against the thick outline of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook froze, then cursed low and filthy under his breath. The nightgown slid up, baring pale, perfect thighs that bracketed his hips.
“We can do other things,” Jimin murmured, voice pitched high and needy. His eyes gleamed dark, wide with want. “Please, alpha…”
The plea shattered Jungkook’s restraint. His hands flexed, dragging Jimin down into a bruising kiss, their mouths colliding with tongues and teeth. Jungkook devoured him, swallowed every whimper, every gasp, until Jimin was clutching at his shoulders, trembling under the intensity.
When Jimin broke the kiss with a soft whine, he didn’t retreat. Instead, he slid lower, down Jungkook’s body, eyes locked on him with that glazed, hungry look that made Jungkook’s chest clench with pride and lust.
Jimin hooked his fingers into Jungkook’s waistband and tugged the briefs down, freeing him. Jungkook’s cock sprang out heavy, thick, flushed red at the swollen head, precum already glistening.
Jungkook hissed when the cool air hit him, his head dropping back, a hand flying to his omega’s damp hair.
Jimin’s fingers wrapped around him reverently, so small they couldn't enclose the shaft. He lowered his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss to the leaking head. “So big… so perfect,” he whispered, breath brushing hot over sensitive skin before dragging his tongue down the vein, slow and deliberate.
“Fuck...” Jungkook’s growl broke out raw, hips jerking despite himself.
Jimin smiled faintly around him before parting his lips and sinking lower. His throat opened, taking him inch by inch until Jungkook’s cock hit the back of his throat. The wet heat engulfing him made Jungkook snarl, his grip in Jimin’s hair tightening until his knuckles whitened.
“Jimin,” he choked out, voice hoarse, his thighs tensing. “God, you’re going to kill me.”
His omega worked him with devotion, lips stretching, cheeks hollowing, tongue flicking over the underside, then pulling back just enough to suck at his knot. The wet sounds filled the room...obscene, sloppy, perfect. Jungkook’s chest heaved, his breath coming ragged, every nerve set alight. He grabbed Jimin's head and gently guided it up and down, staring as he watched those plump lips swallow him down.
"That's it, baby," he growled softly, "take what's yours."
When Jimin pulled back, slick strings of spit clung from his lips to Jungkook’s cock. He licked at the knot, mouthing it with gentle pulls, and Jungkook cursed under his breath, muscles trembling with the effort not to thrust into his throat.
“You’ll make me cum too fast,” Jungkook growled, voice breaking. Before the heat could consume him, he grabbed Jimin under the arms and hauled him back up, crashing their mouths together again.
His free hand slid beneath the silk gown, groaning low when he found smooth skin, slick, and nothing else. His fingers pressed between Jimin’s cheeks, grazing that swollen, wet hole.
“No underwear,” Jungkook growled against his lips, half accusation, half worship.
Jimin whimpered, rocking down against his cock in answer.
Jungkook grabbed both their cocks in one big hand, the size difference obscene, and began stroking them together. Precum and slick mixed, smearing hot between them, coating their bellies. Jimin gasped and clung to him, lips open, voice breaking into little cries as the pace quickened.
It was too much, too intense. With a strangled cry, Jimin came first, his small cock twitching as his release spattered over Jungkook’s abs. At the same time, his body clenched hard, slick gushing down over Jungkook’s heavy balls.
The mess made Jungkook lose control. His grip tightened, movements rougher now, chasing his own release. He leaned forward, sliding his cock between Jimin’s cheeks, rutting against that slick heat.
“Ride me, baby,” he snarled into Jimin’s ear, his voice breaking apart. “Don’t take me inside...just ride my cock. Let me feel you.”
Jimin sobbed with need but obeyed, shifting, straddling him fully. He rocked his hips, grinding his wet, flushed hole along Jungkook’s cock, over the thick head, over the sensitive shaft. Every time it brushed his entrance, he gasped, shuddering, as though he might break apart again.
Jungkook’s head tipped back, his throat taut, a growl ripping free as the friction built and built. He clenched his teeth, but it was useless. His knot swelled thick, his body snapping under the pressure.
Jungkook reached down and grabbed his popped knot and with a strangled roar, he came hard. His hot release spilled up between Jimin’s cheeks, spurting across that flushed, swollen hole, coating him in thick white.
The sensation made Jimin cry out again, voice breaking as his body seized in another orgasm, slick pouring down his thighs. He collapsed against Jungkook’s chest, shaking, boneless and wrecked.
Jungkook’s hand tightened around his swollen knot as it pulsed with each throbbing release, dragging his cock up along Jimin’s trembling body. His hot seed coated Jimin’s soft belly, thick and warm, a tangible mark of his claim. The slick streaked across his omega’s skin, and Jungkook’s other hand smoothed it possessively, spreading it over Jimin’s lower belly, pressing softly yet firmly, as if sealing him into his possession.
He inhaled sharply, the scent of his own release mixing with Jimin’s sweet, citrusy heat, and growled low in his chest. “Mine,” he whispered, voice rough, almost a purr, lips brushing the shell of Jimin’s ear. “My pups… no one but me, baby.”
Jimin whimpered softly, clinging to him, his body pliant and spent. His lashes fluttered, eyes glassy with bliss as he buried his face against Jungkook’s throat.
When the haze finally ebbed, Jungkook eased him down into the nest with the utmost care. He padded silently to the bathroom, grabbed a warm cloth, and returned to clean his mate, wiping him tenderly until Jimin sighed at the touch. Then Jungkook cleaned himself quickly, sliding back into the nest.
He pulled Jimin against his chest, wrapping him tight in arms that refused to let go. He kissed his temple, his words a low, husky rumble.
“Sleep, baby. I’ve got you. Always.”
Jimin made a small noise, barely awake, but it sounded like trust.
And Jungkook held him tighter, his chest rising and falling steady, even as his eyes stayed sharp and watchful, guarding what was his.
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Yoongi’s office was dim, the city lights filtering through the blinds, casting long, angular shadows across the walls. Maps, folders, and surveillance photos were spread across the desk, each marked with meticulous notes, arrows, and circles in his precise hand. His jaw was tight, brows furrowed, eyes scanning every image, every mark.
“Shelters are clear,” he muttered, more to himself than the nervous operative standing across from him. “Soup kitchens, drop-ins…nothing.”
The younger operative shifted uneasily, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket. “We’ve checked the streets too, sir. He hasn’t slept anywhere public. No one’s seen him.”
Yoongi didn’t look up. “He’s hiding. That’s the only thing that makes sense.” His finger traced the last known movements of Dongmin on the map, lingering over abandoned districts, broken streets, derelict buildings. “He’s smart, slippery. Jumping between abandoned buildings, never staying in one place twice. The trail is cold....almost perfect…except for the mistakes he doesn’t realize he’s making.”
The operative glanced at him, confused. “Mistakes?”
Yoongi’s gaze sharpened, ice behind it. “People like Dongmin always leave traces. A scrap of food, a faint smell, footprints in dust...small, stupid things. You just need to know where to look. And when to wait.”
For hours, Yoongi reviewed reports, cross-referenced patterns, and scrutinized every surveillance clip. He moved quietly, deliberately, like a wolf circling prey. Every instinct, every observation, brought him closer to the cornered alpha he hunted.
Finally, a pattern emerged...clusters of disturbances across abandoned warehouses along the docks. A door slightly ajar here, a faint footprint there. Nothing overt, nothing that would draw the casual observer, but enough for Yoongi’s trained eyes.
“This is it,” he muttered under his breath, voice low, deliberate. “He’s been running, but no one runs forever. One wrong step, and we’ll know exactly where he is.”
Night fell, blanketing the city in shadows. Yoongi’s team moved to positions around the perimeter, silent and deadly. No flashlights, no radio chatter. Each operative melted into shadow, eyes scanning entrances, alleyways, and rooftops, ready to intercept any escape.
Yoongi, alone, advanced toward the warehouse. Every step was measured, muscles coiled, senses tuned to the slightest movement. The air smelled of rust, mildew, and decay. Broken glass crunched softly underfoot, but he moved with the grace of a predator.
Through a cracked doorway, he spotted the figure...Dongmin, hunched against a rusted support beam, knees drawn to his chest, trembling. Eyes wide and wild, reflecting the dim light like a cornered animal. His breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, every instinct screaming that he had nowhere left to run.
Yoongi paused at the threshold, letting the silence stretch. Letting the fear in Dongmin’s posture settle over the warehouse like a tangible weight. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he stepped inside.
The scent of panic hit him...desperation, sweat, and fear mixed with Dongmin’s own alpha musk. He crouched low, muscles coiled, eyes never leaving his prey.
“Your time’s up,” Yoongi murmured, voice calm, lethal, absolute.
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The abandoned warehouse loomed in the darkness, its broken windows like hollow eyes staring down at the empty docks below. The smell of rusted metal and mildew hung heavy in the air, clinging to Dongmin’s clothes and hair. He crouched against a rusted support beam, shivering, every nerve screaming, every breath shallow. He had been running for days, hopping between abandoned buildings, never staying in the same place twice. Avoiding shelters, avoiding soup kitchens, avoiding any trace of life...
yet the truth had finally caught up with him. He had nowhere left to run.
A sound made him freeze. Footsteps…slow, measured, heavy. The scent hit him before the figure emerged...rich mahogany, faint traces of gunpowder, an alpha presence so intense it made the hairs on his arms stand on end. Calm. Composed. Radiating control. Eyes like dark knives cutting through the gloom.
Dongmin’s stomach twisted painfully. His knees trembled, voice barely above a whisper. “No…please…don’t…”
“Don’t bother moving,” the alpha said, voice low, deliberate, each word laced with lethal calm. “You’ve run. You’ve hidden. You’ve made mistakes. And now…your time’s up.”
Dongmin’s panic surged, adrenaline spiking through his veins. “I...I didn’t… I just…please…”
The alpha’s gaze didn’t waver, unwavering and sharp, slicing through the small alpha’s fear. “You think begging changes anything? You think hiding makes you safe?” He moved closer, each step a calculated threat, circling Dongmin like a predator closing in on its prey.
Before Dongmin could react, the alpha lunged, hands like iron locking around him, pinning him to the cold, unforgiving concrete. He thrashed, claws scraping metal and rust, heart hammering, but the grip was unyielding, every movement countered with precise, practiced control.
“Stop,” the alpha growled. “You’re done running. It’s time to pay the piper.”
Dongmin’s lungs burned; terror clawed at his chest. “Please…don’t…”
The alpha’s eyes bored into him, unflinching. “He needs to hear this from me first.” With one smooth motion, cuffs clicked around Dongmin’s wrists, securing them tightly behind him. Every avenue of escape evaporated in an instant.
Once restrained, the alpha pulled out his phone, fingers steady, voice calm despite the tension that would have shattered anyone else. “Don’t move.” He shifted Dongmin to a shadowed corner, pressing him against the wall so he couldn’t collapse, chest heaving in panic.
The screen lit up with the unmistakable face of Jeon Jungkook, and Dongmin’s heart slammed against his ribs. The predator who had haunted his nightmares, the alpha he had feared for years, now loomed in his imagination as vividly as if he were in the room.
“I’ve got him, Jungkook. Found him at the abandoned warehouse near the docks,” the alpha said, voice measured but sharp, cutting through the oppressive silence of the warehouse.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he studied the trembling figure on the screen. A low rumble rolled from his chest. “Good. He’ll get what’s coming to him,” he growled.
The alpha inclined his head, phone still raised so Dongmin could see. “He’s terrified. You want him now, or shall I bring him to you?”
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on Dongmin, the smaller alpha crouched, shivering under Yoongi’s firm hold. “Keep him there. I don’t want him anywhere near where my mate and pups sleep. I’ll come to you.”
“Understood,” the alpha said, pocketing the phone, tightening his hold just enough to remind Dongmin that he was powerless. His hands were firm, inescapable, the weight of control suffocating.
Dongmin whimpered, the last remnants of hope draining from him. His flight was over. Every corner he had once thought safe now felt like a cage. The predator who had haunted his dreams and nightmares was coming...and there was nowhere left to hide.
The warehouse fell silent once more, the only sound Dongmin’s shallow, ragged breaths. Outside, the wind moaned through the broken windows, carrying the faint scent of mahogany and gunpowder like a promise. A promise that the reckoning was about to arrive.
Chapter 52
Summary:
Dongmin meets his end.
Notes:
New chapter posted.
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Chapter Text
The abandoned warehouse yawned before them, broken glass glittering like malevolent stars, the air thick with dust and the acrid stench of decay. Dongmin huddled against a rusted support beam, knees pulled to his chest, trembling violently. Days of running had left him ragged, malnourished, every nerve screaming...but now, the predator was here.
Footsteps echoed across the concrete floor. Heavy. Unhurried. Deliberate. Each step sounded like a death toll, reverberating through the hollow warehouse. The air shifted, thickening with a metallic tang of dominance that made Dongmin’s lungs seize.
From the shadows, Jungkook emerged. The faint spill of city light caught the hard lines of his face, carving his jaw into something merciless, his eyes glowing with cold, predatory rage. His presence was suffocating...an alpha in his purest, deadliest form.
Dongmin gagged on fear, bile rising in his throat. “No…please…” His voice cracked as he clawed backward across the concrete, palms scraping raw. “I...I didn’t mean...”
“Didn’t mean?” Jungkook’s voice was calm, measured, every word dripping venom. He tilted his head slightly, as though mocking Dongmin’s desperation. “You touched what’s mine. You laid hands on my mate. Threatened my pups. My blood.” His lips curved, but there was nothing warm in the smile...it was a baring of teeth, the expression of a predator cornering prey. “That means your time is over.”
Dongmin shook his head wildly, tears streaking down his face. “I swear, I’ll disappear...you won’t see me again...”
Jungkook moved. One heartbeat he was across the room, the next he was on him...hands like iron clamping Dongmin’s collar before slamming him flat against the concrete. The impact rattled through Dongmin’s bones, knocking the air from his lungs.
He gasped, eyes wide, but Jungkook didn’t give him a chance to breathe. His fist came down, once...twice...brutal, precise strikes that split flesh and drew blood. Each blow was deliberate, not rushed...Jungkook was savoring it, meting out punishment with terrifying control.
“You think begging will save you?” Jungkook snarled, low against his ear, his breath hot, carrying the faint burn of smoke and iron. “Did you spare Jimin and his Eomma when they begged? Did you stop when you heard their screams?” His words were punctuated by another crushing punch, Dongmin’s head snapping to the side with a wet crack.
Blood smeared Jungkook’s knuckles, but he didn’t falter. He gripped Dongmin by the jaw, forcing his bloodied face up, making him look into those dark, merciless eyes. “You don’t get mercy,” Jungkook whispered, almost tender, as though sharing a secret. “You only get me.”
Then his fist descended again.
“You killed her!” Jungkook’s roar shattered the silence, echoing like thunder off the warehouse walls. His fist slammed into Dongmin’s ribs with a sickening crack, the sound sharp and final. The alpha beneath him convulsed, choking on a strangled gasp as the air burst from his lungs.
“My mate’s eomma,” Jungkook spat, his knuckles already crashing forward again, splitting skin, swelling flesh. His voice vibrated with unrestrained fury. “You thought you could erase her life and walk away untouched?”
Dongmin gagged on blood, coughing red against the concrete, his eyes rolling back with the force of the impact. Another savage punch landed, folding him over, his knees buckling until they cracked hard against the floor. His body shuddered violently, every nerve screaming in agony. Jungkook’s hand shot into his hair, yanking his head upright, forcing Dongmin’s bloodied face toward him like a trophy of defeat.
“You think he wouldn't tell me?” Jungkook’s voice was molten fire, his eyes blazing. His fist snapped across Dongmin’s cheek, spraying blood across the concrete. “The way you beat him when he was just a pup? The way you laid your filthy hands on my omega? Terrorized him?” His growl deepened, primal, unrelenting. “Every bruise, every scar...burned into him because of you.”
Dongmin sagged, body trembling and broken, slick with sweat, blood, and the acrid stench of fear-soaked urine. His breath rattled shallow, catching on shattered ribs. Jungkook towered above him, vast and immovable, the storm that had finally come to collect its debt.
Jungkook’s lip curled, his voice dropping to a venomous snarl. “So you like to beat on fragile pups? To terrorize defenseless omegas?” His fist smashed into Dongmin’s jaw, the bone groaning under the force. “Does that make you feel powerful?” He wrenched Dongmin’s head back again, their gazes locking, fire meeting fading light. “You only look strong when your victims are too small, too weak to fight back.” He spat in disgust, his words laced with venom. “You’re not an alpha...you’re filth. A coward dressed in skin.”
With a guttural snarl, Jungkook hurled Dongmin backward, his body colliding with a rusted support beam. The metal screeched with the force of impact, swallowed by Dongmin’s mangled cry. He slumped, but Jungkook was already on him again, unrelenting, merciless.
“You thought you could touch what’s mine and live?” Jungkook thundered, his voice a dagger. “You thought you could threaten my pups and crawl away clean?”
Dongmin’s body tried to fold inward, small, pitiful, desperate for escape...but Jungkook’s boot came down hard, pinning his legs to the floor like prey trapped beneath a predator’s paw.
And then the storm broke.
Jungkook’s fists rained down in a brutal cadence...gut, ribs, jaw, shoulders...each strike precise, each one deliberate. The warehouse filled with the symphony of destruction: the crunch of splintering bone, the wet slap of flesh, the guttural cries torn from Dongmin’s throat until his sobbing dissolved into broken, animalistic wails.
“Feel it,” Jungkook snarled, seizing a fistful of hair and wrenching Dongmin’s head back until his face was twisted upward, eyes glazed but forced to see. His voice was low, lethal, vibrating with the sheer force of his rage. “This is every ounce of pain you poured into my mate. Every seed of fear you planted in his life.”
He leaned down, so close that his breath seared against the blood on Dongmin’s skin, his voice dripping venom.
“Now...every bruise, every fracture, every scream belongs to you.”
And then Jungkook struck again, making certain that Dongmin would never mistake pain for power again.
Dongmin’s knees collapsed beneath him, the stench of piss heavy in the air as it soaked through his pants and spread across the floor. He gagged, barely able to draw a breath through his split lips, blood streaming down to mix with the filth beneath him. Both eyes were swollen, one already darkening shut, his ribs caving with every wheeze. His voice fractured into pitiful whimpers, words dissolving into incoherence.
But Jungkook wasn’t done. Not nearly.
With a sharp yank, Jungkook hauled him up by the collar, then smashed him down again, face-first into the concrete. The impact split skin, leaving crimson streaks across the dust-caked floor. Jungkook moved with frightening control...every blow calculated, every movement deliberate, no wasted motion, only punishment.
“You made him...my omega...” Jungkook’s voice was a guttural roar, vibrating the very air, “...lick dirt from the floor like a fucking animal!” His boot dug into Dongmin’s spine, keeping him pressed down, helpless. Jungkook leaned lower, his breath hot, venomous in Dongmin’s ear. “You thought that humiliation would fade? That he’d forget? That he wouldn't tell me?”
His boot pressed hard into Dongmin’s heaving back, making the smaller alpha scream in pain. Jungkook’s teeth bared, a snarl cutting across his face. “Now you drink from it!”
He seized the back of Dongmin’s skull and slammed it toward the puddle, grinding his face into the rank mixture of piss, blood, and grime. Dongmin gagged violently, choking as the filth smeared across his lips. His arms flailed weakly, trying to push up, but Jungkook’s weight bore him down, immovable.
“Lap it up,” Jungkook growled, forcing his head side to side, smearing him through his own degradation. “Taste what you made him taste. Breathe in what you forced into his lungs. You don’t get to die clean.”
Dongmin sputtered, his tongue brushing the floor as instinct fought against shame. His whimpering pleas broke into wet coughs, his throat clogging with dust and urine. The sound only made Jungkook’s grip tighten, shoving him harder.
“Look at me,” Jungkook snarled, jerking his head up by the hair just enough to force his bloodied face to turn. Their eyes locked...Jungkook’s blazing with merciless fire, Dongmin’s wide, glassy, drowning in terror. “Do you feel powerful now?” His voice was low, cold, lethal. “Do you feel like the monster you made yourself to be? Or do you finally understand...you’re nothing but filth under my boot.”
Dongmin’s body shook violently, sobs wracking him uncontrollably. He could barely breathe as Jungkook’s fists drove home punishment after punishment, each blow a reminder of all the lives destroyed by his cruelty. Blood, sweat, and grime coated his small frame, dripping onto the concrete in dark spatters. He tried to shield himself, curling into a ball like a coward, but Jungkook’s presence was absolute, a storm of alpha dominance and unstoppable vengeance that pressed down on him until there was nowhere left to hide.
“Look at me,” Jungkook growled, his voice like thunder. His hand fisted in Dongmin’s matted hair, jerking his head back sharply. “Look at me when you face the consequences!”
Dongmin’s vision swam with blood and tears. His swollen eyes barely opened, but the dim warehouse lights cut through the haze just enough for him to see the monster standing over him. His body was a canvas of bruises, cuts, and burns from the brutal punishment. His ribs screamed with every breath, his lungs rattling, and yet Jungkook’s iron grip refused to let him collapse fully.
“You will remember this fear until the light leaves your eyes,” Jungkook snarled, his voice low and venomous, carrying the weight of final judgment. His hand pressed harder into Dongmin’s scalp until the smaller alpha whimpered like a beaten pup. “No one will ever touch my family again and live to tell the tale. No one.”
The warehouse reverberated with the symphony of his torment: the meaty thud of fists against bone, the sickening crack of cartilage breaking, the wet choke of a breath stolen by a brutal kick to the chest. Dongmin’s screams had faded into hoarse, broken gasps, his voice destroyed by the crying and pleading. His mind bent beneath the weight of it, surrendering to terror, to the inevitability of pain, to the absolute power of Jungkook’s wrath.
He shoved Dongmin back, letting him collapse into the grime, then drove his boot into his chest with enough force to rattle his broken ribs. Dongmin wheezed, clawing weakly at the floor, his nails scraping concrete until they tore.
Jungkook crouched, tilting his head, studying him like prey caught in a trap. His voice dropped into something terrifyingly calm. “Look at you. Whimpering. Bleeding. Broken. All the power you thought you had...gone. All your pride, your arrogance...crushed beneath my hands. This is who you really are. Nothing.”
Dongmin let out a guttural sob, the sound pitiful, his body curling tighter in futile protection. His mind could no longer deny it...he wasn’t facing a man. He was facing an alpha forged in violence, sharpened by loss, and unbreakable in his rage.
The fear wasn’t just in his body now; it was carved into his soul.
Jungkook continued, thumb grinding mercilessly into Dongmin’s chest until the smaller alpha wheezed from the pressure. His voice was low, venomous, each word cutting like a blade. “You thought I wouldn’t find out. You thought I didn’t know about what you tried to do… when he was vulnerable, in his first heat? My omega...was still a child.” Jungkook’s teeth clenched, a tremor of rage running through him before his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You are filth.”
Dongmin’s eyes widened, blood-rimmed and wild, sheer terror flooding them. His body shook so hard his teeth chattered. “Please…please…no…don’t… I...I didn’t...”
Jungkook’s glare was molten steel, sharp enough to burn through lies. He yanked Dongmin up by the hair, forcing him onto his knees, dragging his face so close he could see every ounce of fear drowning in his broken expression. “Beg all you want. Cry all you want. It won’t save you.” His grip tightened, forcing Dongmin’s head back. “You’ve ruined lives. You’ve stolen innocence. You brought nothing but pain wherever you went. And now…” Jungkook’s words dropped to a guttural growl, vibrating with power. “…it ends.”
Dongmin’s pleas melted into incoherent sobs, his body convulsing with fear. His knees scraped raw against the concrete as they buckled beneath him, but Jungkook held him upright like a puppet on strings, refusing him even the dignity of collapsing.
In one fluid motion, Jungkook drew his gun, the metallic click as he chambered a round splitting the silence. The sound reverberated in the vast, empty warehouse like a death knell. He held it steady, the barrel pressing against Dongmin’s trembling forehead.
The smaller alpha shook his head frantically, tears and snot streaking his swollen face. “No…please, please don’t…I’ll disappear, I’ll never...”
Jungkook leaned in, close enough that Dongmin could see the cold, merciless finality etched in his dark eyes. His voice was a whisper, steady, terrifying in its calm. “You’ll never hurt anyone again. Not my omega. Not my pups. Not anyone.”
Dongmin sobbed so hard his words broke apart into gasps, his body jerking like a cornered animal. “No...please...don’t...”
The gunshot tore through the warehouse like thunder.
Dongmin’s skull snapped back, his body crumpling lifelessly to the concrete in an ugly heap. A spray of blood painted the ground, seeping quickly into the cracks of the floor. His eyes were still wide open, frozen in shock, but vacant...nothing left inside.
For a long moment, only the ringing echo of the shot filled the air. Jungkook stood over the body, chest rising and falling, the acrid scent of gunpowder mingling with blood and urine. His jaw flexed, muscles trembling with the aftershock of fury...not regret, never regret. Only the sharp, satisfying calm of justice served.
His gaze lingered on the corpse one final time, and he spat to the side in disgust. “That’s for every life you destroyed,” he muttered under his breath.
Then, as if the act hadn’t just shattered the silence of the night, Jungkook slid his gun back into its holster with practiced ease. His hands were steady. His breathing even. His control absolute.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed without hesitation. It rang once before Yoongi answered on the other end.
Jungkook didn’t look at the body again. His voice, cold and unwavering, carried through the line.
“It’s done. Get rid of him,” Jungkook ordered, his voice ice-cold and precise, each word clipped with authority. “Drop him in the river. Make sure there’s no trace...nothing left. Understand?”
“Yes, Don,” Yoongi replied, his tone deceptively calm, like a river flowing over jagged rocks. “Consider it done.”
Jungkook didn’t respond. He ended the call and let the phone click softly against his palm. His eyes swept the warehouse one last time, lingering on the twisted, lifeless form of Dongmin on the concrete. Every line of his body radiated control and menace, the aftermath of absolute retribution. The faint smell of blood, gunpowder, and fear hung thick in the air, but it didn’t touch him...he was untouchable here, a storm contained.
He took a slow, deliberate breath, letting the tension drain from his muscles. The echoes of violence faded, replaced by the heavy, suffocating quiet of the night. For Jungkook, the world had righted itself. His mate was safe. His pups were unharmed. And every threat...every last one that had dared to endanger them...had been wiped clean.
Stepping over broken debris and puddles of blood, he moved with the same predatory grace that had made him feared across the city. Each footfall was controlled, measured, unyielding. The warehouse was silent, yet it resonated with the unspoken message of the night: Jungkook protected what was his, and anyone foolish enough to cross that line would pay in full.
Outside, the faint hum of the city waited, oblivious to the storm that had just passed through. But Jungkook didn’t care. The reckoning was complete. The city would never see Dongmin again. And for once, for the first time in a long while, Jungkook allowed himself to feel the sharp, clean edge of satisfaction.
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The morning sun spilled gently across the mansion’s patio, washing the stone in a soft, golden glow. Wisps of steam curled from Jimin’s mug of coffee, drifting lazily into the warm air, carrying the faint scent of roasted beans and cream. Beyond the patio, the garden hummed with life: the joyous squeals of their pups rang out and the soft crunch of sand sounded from the sandbox where Jaehyun and Jaeha played together. Birds trilled overhead, their song mingling with the sweet perfume of blooming jasmine, creating a peace so profound it felt almost sacred.
Jungkook leaned against the lounge chair, one arm draped possessively over Jimin’s shoulders, his usual intensity softened as he watched their pups. Jaehyun knelt carefully in the sand, patiently guiding his younger brother’s small hands as they tried to build a tower that tumbled almost immediately, sending both boys into peals of laughter. When Jaeha wriggled closer to him, Jaehyun bent to press a gentle kiss to the top of his brother's head, brushing fine strands of hair from his flushed chubby cheeks.
“Look at him,” Jimin murmured, nudging Jungkook lightly, voice full of quiet pride. “The way he watches out for Jaeha…he’s going to be the best big brother.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a rare, soft smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “He already is,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over Jimin’s hand. “Always has been.” His other hand tightened slightly around Jimin’s shoulder, anchoring them both in the moment.
Jaeha wriggled energetically, climbing into Jaehyun’s lap, his tiny arms clinging to his neck. “Up Jae!” he demanded, squealing with delight. Jaehyun laughed, hugging him tight, sand sticking to their clothes, his pride shining in the careful way he cradled his baby brother.
Jungkook chuckled low, a deep rumble that vibrated against Jimin’s side, and Jimin leaned into him, letting himself savor the rare, gentle moment. “Look at them…all mine,” Jungkook murmured, thumb brushing lightly over Jimin’s belly. “All three of them.”
Jimin rested his head against Jungkook’s chest, the steady rhythm of his mate’s heartbeat pressing a calm warmth into him. He let himself inhale the familiar scent of Jungkook...sandalwood, spice, and something uniquely him...and for a moment, all the tension of the past weeks seemed to melt away. The soft breeze carried the laughter of their children, bright and unrestrained, weaving through the garden like sunlight on water.
“You know,” Jimin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling slightly, “they’ll remember mornings like this. Safe. Happy. Together.” His words hung in the air, carrying a weight he hadn’t fully admitted before, a hope that the innocence of childhood could survive in a world that had tried to take so much from them.
“They’ll remember everything,” Jungkook said, his voice low but certain, unwavering. His eyes never left the sandbox, where Jaehyun carefully guided Jaeha’s small hands in stacking a tower of sand that wobbled precariously. The sunlight caught the shine in Jaehyun’s midnight-black hair, highlighting the way his brows furrowed in concentration, and lit the wide, innocent eyes of Jaeha as he squealed in delight at every tiny success. Every little laugh, every tumble of sand, every triumphant clap...it all radiated joy that was theirs, untouched and real.
“All the laughter, all the little moments,” Jungkook continued, a soft edge of reverence in his tone. “None of it will ever be taken from them.” He shifted slightly, brushing his hand over Jimin’s, their fingers intertwining naturally. The contact grounded them, a quiet affirmation of the bond that had built this little world, a fortress of family and love.
For a long moment, they simply stayed like that, Jimin’s head resting against Jungkook’s chest, the sound of his mate’s heartbeat steady and grounding. The garden around them buzzed with life, their children’s laughter floating on the breeze, but none of it pierced the cocoon they’d formed. Then Jungkook’s voice shifted, low and dangerous, carrying the weight of all the darkness he had carried for them both.
“Jimin…” he murmured, the syllable tight with controlled fury and grief. “I took care of Dongmin. I’ll spare you the details, but just know…you’ll never have to worry about him again.”
Jimin froze, the words slicing through the fragile peace like a blade. His chest tightened, heart hammering so violently it felt like it would burst. “You…what?” The question escaped in a trembling, broken whisper, disbelief choking his voice.
“I killed him,” Jungkook said, the darkness in his eyes tempered by the gentleness he reserved only for Jimin. “I got revenge for your Appa. Because if he were alive…he would have killed Dongmin himself, for what he did to you and your Eomma.”
Jimin’s hands flew to his face, muffling a sob as the floodgates opened. Years of terror, helplessness, and rage poured through him, mingling with the grief he had carried alone for so long. Memories of Dongmin’s cruelty...long nights trembling in fear, endless moments of helplessness, the pain of loss...rushed in like a tidal wave.
Jungkook’s large hands cradled Jimin’s face, tilting it gently up. His voice was low, steady, and grounding amidst the storm of emotion. “I also did it for you,” he whispered, fingers brushing away the tears that streaked Jimin’s cheeks. “And for my pups. For our family. You’re safe now, Jimin. I swear it.”
Jimin pressed closer, letting himself be held, letting the sobs wrack his body without shame. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of fear began to lift, replaced by the fierce, unwavering certainty that Jungkook would protect him...always. The garden, the morning, the warmth of sunlight...all of it felt brighter now, as if the shadows that had haunted them were finally receding.
Jungkook tightened his hold, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple. “No one will ever hurt you again,” he murmured, voice rough with emotion. “I promise.”
Jimin clung to him, letting the tears fall freely, finally allowing himself to feel the safety, the love, and the unbreakable strength that only Jungkook could give. Their family, their home, their life...Jimin realized, trembling and exhausted, was theirs, and nothing could take it away.
Jimin’s sobs eased into soft hiccups, though streaks of tears still marred his cheeks. He pressed himself fully against Jungkook, letting the raw strength and unwavering presence of his mate ground him, steady him. “I love you,” he murmured, voice fragile, broken, but sincere.
“I love you too, baby,” Jungkook replied, brushing a lingering kiss over his temple before pulling him tightly against his chest. His arms encircled Jimin like a fortress, every movement radiating protection and fierce devotion. “Always. And nothing...no one...will ever take that from us.”
From the sandbox, the laughter of Jaehyun and Jaeha bubbled up again, pure and unguarded, echoing across the morning air. Their joy, untainted and alive, was a balm to Jimin’s frayed nerves, a reminder of everything worth protecting. The darkness of the night, the terror that had clawed at them, the lingering echoes of danger...it all felt impossibly far away. Surrounded by warmth, sunlight, and family, Jimin allowed himself to finally breathe. Fully. Safe. Loved. Home.
Jungkook held him with quiet intensity, silent yet commanding, every muscle taut with readiness to defend, protect, and claim what was his. He let the morning stretch on, the world beyond their garden fading to irrelevance. Here, in the golden light, they had each other, their children, and the unshakable certainty that no storm, no enemy, no darkness could break the pack they had built together.
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The mansion was quiet, the soft hum of the night settling over every room. Jaehyun was already tucked in, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only movement in his small bed. But little Jaeha wasn’t ready to sleep alone.
Jimin scooped him up gently, cradling him in his arms. The baby wiggled slightly, his tiny diaper rustling under the nightgown dotted with little peaches...Hoseok and Yoongi’s thoughtful touch. “Time for bed, baby peach,” Jimin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head. The warmth of his breath brushed Jaeha’s hair, coaxing a tiny sigh from the pup.
He carried Jaeha over to the nest where Jungkook lay shirtless, the soft light from the bedside lamp catching the curve of his shoulders, the defined planes of his chest, tattoos, and the relaxed power in his posture. His sleep pants hung low and loose, but the tension in his muscles betrayed his vigilance, even at rest. With careful hands, Jimin set the pup down in the nest.
Jaeha paused, his tiny gaze fixing on Jungkook as if recognizing the anchor of his world. Then, with a slow, sleepy crawl, he made his way over to Jungkook and climbed onto his chest, curling into a snug little ball beneath his Appa's neck. The baby’s head nestled perfectly into the hollow of Jungkook’s collarbone.
“Seepy Appa…” Jaeha whimpered, voice thick with sleep, a faint whine that made Jungkook’s chest tighten.
“Sleep, baby,” Jungkook replied, his voice low, rough with quiet authority and tenderness all at once. His hand rose instinctively, stroking Jaeha’s tiny back, thumb tracing little circles over the soft nightgown. The scent of the pup...sweet, warm, comforting...hit him in a wave, making his chest swell with fierce protectiveness. He leaned down just enough to press a gentle kiss to the crown of Jaeha’s head, inhaling the warmth of his little peach scent.
Jimin crawled into the nest after him, slipping close against Jungkook’s side, letting their bodies mold together in the familiar, comforting weight of shared warmth. “Our pups…they’re obsessed with you,” he whispered, voice soft and a little amused, nuzzling lightly against Jungkook’s arm.
Jungkook’s arm stretched around both Jaeha and Jimin, pulling them close as though he could shield them from every danger in the world. “Good,” he murmured, his voice low, protective, almost a growl of satisfaction. “I’m theirs. And they’re mine.” His gaze softened as he looked down at Jaeha, watching the tiny chest rise and fall in the slow rhythm of sleep, then shifted to Jimin, whose eyes held warmth, trust, and love. “All of mine. All of ours.”
Jaeha yawned, curling even closer, a small hand brushing across Jungkook’s chest before settling. Jungkook tightened his hold, his own breathing slowing as the night wrapped around them. Jimin rested his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, letting himself sink into the protective, grounding presence of his mate.
Outside, the wind whispered softly through the trees, leaves rustling like gentle lullabies. Inside, the mansion was filled with warmth, the quiet rhythm of family: soft snores from Jaehyun, the gentle breathing of a pup on chest, the slow, steady heartbeat of an alpha keeping watch. All was calm. All was safe. And in that moment, the three of them...mate, pup, alpha...were exactly where they belonged: home, together, unshakable.
Chapter 53
Summary:
New characters are introduced. Taehyung finds his mate.
Notes:
Bet y'all never saw this coming lololol. Anyway, from here on out I think I'll focus more on their personal lives with their mates and pups instead of the business side.
Everything is running great with the business and there are no immediate threats.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
TWO MONTHS LATER
The club was alive with pulsing bass and low golden lights when Jungkook, in his black suit and tie, strode in with Jimin at his side. Jimin’s black mini dress clung to him, kitten heels clicking against the polished floor, the delicate picture beside Jungkook’s lethal presence. His four-month-pregnant belly created a subtle, gentle swell beneath the fabric, just enough to hint at the life growing within him. His hair, longer now, wavy and brushing the tops of his shoulders, caught the lights with each movement, adding a soft glow to his ethereal and androgynous charm.
Behind them, Taehyung followed a step behind, sharp-eyed and silent, scanning the crowd for threats. Yoongi lingered near the entrance, posted like a shadow, ensuring no one came too close to their Don and his omega.
Jackson Wang had called Jungkook earlier that day, requesting a private meeting. Jungkook agreed, but on his terms...inside his own territory, his own club, where every pair of eyes and every corner bent to his command.
As they made their way to the VIP area, Jackson Wang was already waiting in one of the velvet booths at the back, drink in hand, Taemin beside him like a shadow. The two men stood when Jungkook approached.
“Jeon,” Jackson greeted warmly, hand extended. His eyes slid to Jimin and paused. A low whistle escaped him. “And who is this vision? Jungkook, I say this with absolute sincerity...you have the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen.”
Jimin smiled and flushed, instinctively bowing his head, fingers brushing over the tiny swell of his belly. Jungkook was quicker. He slid a possessive arm around Jimin’s waist, tugging him close, his thumb brushing warningly over Jimin’s hip.
“My omega,” Jungkook said smoothly, dark eyes flashing. “Admire him, Jackson, but only with your words.”
Jackson lifted his hands in a gesture of peace, smiling. “Of course. Respectfully meant, I assure you. He radiates grace...it speaks well of your pack’s strength.”
Jungkook pressed a kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head, his stance radiating possessiveness. Jimin, sweet and calm, smiled politely, the soft waves of his shoulder-length black hair brushing against Jungkook’s chest, diffusing tension with just his presence.
The four men took their seats. Jimin nestled close to Jungkook, his hand resting lightly over the tiny curve of his belly, while Taehyung stood sentinel behind Jungkook’s shoulder. Taemin, who was Jackson's omega underboss, sat beside Jackson, sharp gaze flicking between Jungkook and Taehyung with subtle challenge.
Jackson leaned forward, glass in hand. “I came to you out of respect, Jungkook. I’m considering expanding...a club, perhaps a restaurant, maybe even something a little more family-friendly. The district borders yours. I’d rather work with your blessing than risk stepping on toes.”
Jungkook swirled his drink, silent for a beat, then answered. “Smart of you. That district has opportunities, but it’s volatile. Wrong move and you bleed money...or worse. Tell me, Jackson, what exactly are you aiming for?”
While the dons circled each other in business talk, Taehyung and Taemin waged their own quiet war.
Taemin settled gracefully beside his leader, posture still precise, every movement controlled and deliberate. Even seated, he radiated a quiet power, the kind of beauty that was both cultivated and dangerous. He wasn’t just an omega...he was the underboss to the Wang empire, an omega who understood the sway he held, the tension he could command, and the subtle dominance he could provoke simply by being there.
“Does Jeon bring his guard dogs with him everywhere?” Taemin murmured, voice silk wrapped around steel, pitched low enough to slip beneath the polite conversation around them. “I wonder if you even notice how tightly you heel.”
Taehyung stiffened, the insult grazing more than his pride. He refused to look at him. “Better a guard dog than an ornament meant to distract.”
Taemin’s soft laugh slid under his skin like a shiver. He shifted, just enough for the air between them to stir...and that’s when it hit. The scent. Warm, sweet, cloying in the best way. Caramel apples, spun sugar, and something darker beneath. It curled through Taehyung’s lungs, into his blood, sparking his instincts before he could stop it. His throat went dry.
“Ornaments shine,” Taemin said smoothly, letting his words linger, “because everyone wants to touch them. Tell me, alpha...” his eyes flicked up to the alpha, deliberately slow, deliberately daring, “...do you want to touch?”
The caramel-apple sweetness only grew stronger, pulling like a hook. Taehyung’s composure cracked for a breath, his gaze finally snapping to him. His pupils edged wider, dangerous, locked onto the omega who dared taunt him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, voice rougher than he intended.
Taemin’s lips curved, not a smile but a provocation. “Then teach me.”
Their exchange burned, hidden beneath the surface laughter of Jungkook and Jackson. Only Jimin, pressed close to Jungkook’s side, noticed the flare of heat between them...an alpha drawn against his will, and an omega who reveled in it. Jimin said nothing, but the restless way his fingers brushed over his own chest betrayed that he had felt it too.
Jackson leaned back in the booth, nursing his drink, tone light but eyes sharp. “I’m thinking something that looks clean on the surface. A restaurant, maybe a club. A place where suits and families can mix, where we can launder a little and keep appearances. But the market’s crowded. You know this city better than anyone, Jungkook. Where would you put your claws, if you were me?”
Jungkook smirked, thumb idly stroking Jimin’s hip, deliberate in framing himself as both businessman and predator. “I’d avoid the east. Too many eyes. Government’s cracking down, and they’d love to make an example out of a Wang. The south looks sweet, but it bleeds. Small-time crews feed on every drop that spills.” He took a slow sip of whiskey, voice low and steady. “But the riverfront… that’s where the future is. New developments, new money, and no one strong enough to hold it. Yet.”
Jackson’s brows rose, impressed. “The riverfront.” He chuckled, raising his glass in salute. “I should have known you’d already mapped the veins of this city. You’re saying, take the artery while it’s still pumping.”
“Exactly.” Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, tone calm but edged. “And if you do, Jackson…you and I will stay friends. Don’t let anyone else whisper otherwise.”
Jackson dipped his head, acknowledging the weight behind the words. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Jimin, sensing the tension, leaned into Jungkook with a soft smile, hair brushing his shoulder. Jackson noticed, a small quirk of his lips betraying his awareness: no wonder Jungkook never loses a battle...he’s got more than muscle at his side.
Meanwhile, beside them, the air between Taehyung and Taemin was thick with unspoken tension.
“You always stand that stiff, or are you trying to impress someone?” Taemin murmured, voice low, smooth, every word teasing, eyes raking lazily over Taehyung’s form.
Taehyung didn’t flinch, though his senses betrayed him. The scent of caramel apples...warm, sweet, impossible...curled around him, pulling at something primal he could barely suppress. “You staring at me that hard because you’re bored, or because you want something?” he shot back, voice rougher than intended.
Taemin’s lips curved in that sly, knowing way. “Maybe both,” he murmured, letting the caramel-sweet heat linger in the air between them, deliberately tempting.
“Dangerous game,” Taehyung muttered, jaw tightening, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was suppressing a growl.
“Wouldn’t be fun otherwise,” Taemin replied softly, each word wrapped in challenge. “Besides…forbidden things always taste the sweetest.”
Their eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to pause...Taehyung caught in the pull of an omega who knew exactly how to draw him in, tease him, and unsettle him, while still standing as a slender, almost untouchable figure.
Jimin glanced at them briefly, biting back a laugh. He could see the fire flickering in Taehyung’s expression, the pull that wasn’t just irritation but something far hotter, something almost hungry. Jungkook remained focused entirely on Jackson, unaware...but Jimin filed it away quietly: even the unshakable Taehyung might finally have found someone who could unbalance him.
Jackson swirled the last of his drink, smiling with ease, though his gaze remained razor-sharp. “You know, Jungkook,” he said, leaning forward slightly, “I meant it earlier. Your omega…the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. A true gem of our species.”
Jungkook’s hand tightened instantly around Jimin’s waist, pulling him flush against his side, a clear shield of possession. His voice dropped, velvet over steel. “Careful, Jackson. Compliments like that can sound dangerously close to coveting.”
Jackson chuckled, holding up his free hand in mock surrender. “Not coveting. Just…admiring. You know me...I can’t help myself when I see perfection. If you weren’t so terrifying, maybe I’d even try to steal him.”
Jungkook’s smirk deepened. He bent slightly to murmur into Jimin’s ear, voice low and proprietary, loud enough for Jackson to hear. “Let him look. It won’t matter. Everyone here knows who you belong to.”
Jimin’s cheeks flushed as Jungkook pressed a brief, possessive kiss to his temple. Jackson’s gaze flicked down, catching the subtle curve of Jimin’s four-month-pregnant belly, and then back to Jungkook with a teasing grin.
“Congratulations,” Jackson said, voice smooth, slyly nodding toward Jimin’s stomach. “On the new pup. How many does this make now?”
A low, possessive growl vibrated from Jungkook’s chest, sending a shiver through Jimin. “Three,” he said firmly, eyes never leaving Jackson’s. Then his lips curved with dangerous amusement. “He wants five…and I aim to be the one to give him whatever he wants.”
Jackson laughed, leaning back, tipping his glass in a subtle salute, clearly entertained. “Five, huh? Ambitious. I like that. You’ll give him everything, won’t you?”
Jimin’s blush deepened, warmth spreading across his cheeks as he instinctively rubbed a hand over the tiny swell of his belly, feeling the little life within him.
Jungkook’s dark gaze locked on Jackson, the smoldering warning unmistakable. “Everything he wants…and more. Anyone who doubts it will learn the hard way.”
Jimin shivered under Jungkook’s protection, warmth and love and possessive fury radiating off his mate like a shield. Jackson chuckled, raising his glass, still testing, still teasing, but knowing full well who reigned supreme.
Jimin’s fingers dug lightly into Jungkook’s arm, nuzzling against him, comforted and flushed and completely at the mercy of his alpha. Jungkook’s hand brushed over his belly again, gentle yet possessive, leaving no doubt: Jimin, their pup, and the life growing inside him were untouchable.
As the meeting wound down, Jackson rose from the velvet booth, his movements smooth, deliberate. He straightened his jacket, letting his gaze linger just a moment too long on Jimin. The omega blushed and turned his face into Jungkook's shoulder.
“You’ve given me a lot to think about, Jungkook,” he said, voice warm but edged with mischief. “Riverfront, hm? Maybe you’ll see me there sooner than you expect.” His lips twitched, sly. “And perhaps I’ll even invite you to dinner at my home. Bring your omega, of course...his beauty will brighten the room.”
Jungkook’s jaw ticked...a subtle but unmistakable sign of irritation...but he leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to the crown of Jimin’s wavy hair that brushed his shoulders. His dark gaze lifted to Jackson, controlled, deadly calm. “We’ll see.” The low growl under his words was barely audible, but it spoke volumes.
Behind them, the air between Taehyung and Taemin crackled like a live wire. Taemin leaned just a fraction closer as he passed, fingers brushing lightly against Taehyung’s arm in what looked like an absentminded gesture...but the heat of his touch lingered, deliberate and teasing. The faint smirk tugging at his lips carried intent, playful yet sharp.
“See you around, pretty boy,” he murmured, voice low, silky, teasing. The words weren’t loud, but the scent he carried...warm, sweet, like caramel apples on a crisp autumn night...drifted through the air, curling around Taehyung and tugging at something deep, primal, and hungry inside him.
Taehyung froze, chest tightening, pulse hammering as the fragrance sank into his senses. His hand twitched near his side, jaw clenching as he forced a smooth, indifferent mask, but the instinct beneath the surface betrayed him. His alpha senses flared, drawn to the omega beside him...delicate, subtle, yet radiating a dangerous allure that made every nerve coil with need. He felt it in his bones: this omega was his, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
His eyes met Taemin’s for a fraction of a second, dark and sharp, and in that instant, an unspoken challenge passed between them. Taemin’s gaze was cool, teasing, but firm...a silent claim that sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. He shifted slightly, fists curling, struggling to hold himself in check, yet the spark remained, blazing quietly under the surface.
Jimin, nestled at Jungkook’s side, noticed everything...the subtle tension, the sharp undercurrent of lust. His hand remained over his small bump, protective and instinctive, as he leaned slightly into Jungkook, cheek brushing against his mate’s chest. His heart warmed at the thought of the life growing inside him, even as he felt the heat of the silent war unfolding just behind them.
As the group filed out, the tension lingered like a charged current in the air. Taemin's smirk and Taehyung’s narrowed gaze hinted at games that hadn’t yet been played, and Jimin’s quiet observation caught it all. He knew this fire between the alpha and omega would only grow, and he found himself strangely looking forward to it, even as he stayed safe in Jungkook’s shadow.
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The sleek black SUV purred through the city streets, headlights slicing fleeting streaks across Jungkook’s sharp profile. His suit was immaculate, every line perfect, but there was a tension coiled beneath the surface, a predator contained by nothing but discipline. His arm stretched across Jimin’s lap, heavy and possessive, thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles along the curve of his thigh.
Jimin shifted slightly under the weight, the warmth of Jungkook pressing against him both comforting and electric. He placed a gentle hand over Jungkook’s, letting it linger. “Koo…” His voice was soft, coaxing, threading through the dark car like a tentative flame.
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, fangs just brushing his lower lip as he exhaled through his nose. “He enjoyed flirting with you too much,” he murmured, low and edged with warning.
Jimin’s lips parted, a quiet smile tugging at their corners. “You know it was harmless,” he said, voice teasing, but gentle.
“Harmless?” Jungkook’s eyes snapped to him, dark and sharp in the dim light, glinting like black ice. “He told me to my face he might steal you. He said it like a joke, but his men didn’t laugh.” His thumb pressed harder into Jimin’s thigh, marking him with slow, deliberate intent. “I don’t like anyone looking at you like that. Not you. Not my omega.”
Jimin leaned in, tilting his head so his hair brushed Jungkook’s jaw. The soft, wavy strands caressed the skin just below his ear, and Jungkook’s tension shivered, threatening to melt. “No one can steal me from you, Jungkook. I wouldn’t let them.” His voice dropped to a whisper, deliberate, warm, intimate. “I belong to you.”
The words hit Jungkook like fire and ice at once. The storm inside him eased just enough to let a low, controlled exhale escape. He pressed a hard, possessive kiss to the top of Jimin’s hair, fingers tightening slightly over his thigh, holding him closer. But his eyes didn’t leave the darkened streets streaking past the windows. “Next time,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, “if he even looks at you like that again, I’ll remind him who you are. Nicely…if he’s lucky.”
Jimin’s cheeks warmed under the weight of Jungkook’s attention, a shiver of security and heat threading through him. He leaned against Jungkook, one hand curled around his bicep, feeling Jungkook’s presence solid and lethal around him.
Across the car, Taehyung sat like a coiled spring, silent, jaw tight, fists curled against his knees. His eyes were fixed on the tinted window, but the tension in his body screamed at anyone who looked too closely. Yoongi, seated beside him, noticed without turning.
“What’s eating you?” Yoongi asked, voice smooth, casual, but sharp enough to draw attention.
Taehyung’s throat bobbed in a small, controlled exhale. “Nothing.”
Yoongi hummed, unconvinced. “Looked like Taemin was getting under your skin.”
Taehyung’s eyes flicked toward him, brief but sharp, jaw flexing. “He’s reckless. Disrespectful.” His hand flexed, curling again. “Cocky.”
Yoongi smirked knowingly, leaning back slightly, his gaze catching the reflections in the window. “Mm. Sounds like someone else I know.”
Taehyung’s head snapped toward him, glare sharp. “Don’t.”
Yoongi raised his hands in mock surrender, grin cutting in the dim cabin light. “Didn’t say a word, pup. Not one.”
But Taehyung’s chest still burned with heat he hated...heat that blossomed from Taemin's careless touch as he passed. The memory of fingers grazing his arm, a deliberate accident or perhaps a test, made the skin along his forearm prickle. He hated the reaction, hated that he had reacted, hated that Taemin knew it without a word.
He turned back to the window, shoulders rigid, forcing the calm mask over the fire simmering underneath.
Jungkook’s voice cut through the tense quiet like a blade, low and commanding. “The Wang Syndicate plays their games, but we don’t forget who holds the power. Remember that.”
The car fell silent after that, save for the soft hum of the engine. The air was thick with unspoken currents...two alphas, each calculating, simmering for entirely different reasons.
At the center of one storm sat Jimin, warm and soft, hands protectively over his belly, eyes glimmering with amusement and relief at the small, unseen battles swirling around him.
Outside the window, the city raced past, unaware of the quiet, dangerous world enclosed in the sleek black SUV.
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The mansion was quiet when they returned, the soft click of the front door closing echoing faintly. Guards lingered in the shadows, but none dared speak as Jungkook guided Jimin upstairs, hand firm against the small of his back. Taehyung trailed silently behind until they parted ways in the hall.
The nursery was empty. Jaehyun and Jaeha slept under the soft glow of nightlights; Jin had watched over them until their parents returned and quietly slipped out.
Once alone, Jungkook’s dark gaze fell on Jimin. His hands cupped the omega’s face, thumbs brushing over soft cheeks, tilting his head. “You were beautiful tonight,” he murmured, voice low, edged with heat. “But…Jackson. He dared to look at you. I can’t stand it. It's driving my alpha crazy.”
Jimin shivered with need as he looked up at him, the small swell of his belly pressing lightly against Jungkook’s lower abdomen. “Koo…I didn’t encourage him…”
“I know,” Jungkook said, cutting him off gently with a finger to his lips. His eyes darkened, fierce and possessive, but his touch was soft against Jimin’s face. “I’m not mad at you, baby. Your beauty…it turns heads. That’s not something you can control. I’m only mad at him. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Always yours,” Jimin whispered, pressing his hands to Jungkook’s chest, feeling the tension coiled there, a storm barely restrained. He could feel the heat radiating from Jungkook, the raw power and possessiveness that always made Jimin’s pulse flutter.
“Mine,” Jungkook murmured, leaning down, brushing his lips over Jimin’s temple, then over his hair, lingering at the mating mark on his neck. His hands slid under Jimin’s thighs, lifting him effortlessly into his arms.
“Mm...Koo…” Jimin gasped, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck as he carried him toward the bed. His heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor as Jungkook adjusted his hold, cradling the omega with ease, careful of the bump pressing against him.
He laid Jimin down gently, yet with the possessive firmness that always made Jimin’s pulse spike. Jungkook’s hands roamed over Jimin’s black mini dress, tracing the curves of his body through the fabric. Lips followed, pressing soft, worshiping kisses over Jimin’s shoulders, down his collarbone, teasing the sensitive skin just above his chest.
“Such a beautiful face and body…all mine,” Jungkook murmured, teeth lightly grazing the hollow of Jimin’s throat. His fingers slid beneath the hem of the dress, peeling it upward just enough to expose the smooth, soft skin beneath. Jimin’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as Jungkook’s lips followed, teasing, marking, worshiping every inch.
His hands were both gentle and claiming, tracing the curve of Jimin’s waist, skimming over the swell of his belly, pausing to press a featherlight kiss to the apex of his ribs. Every movement was deliberate, a silent promise: he only belonged to Jungkook, and Jungkook would leave no part of him untouched.
Jimin trembled under the touch, pressed closer against the hard heat of Jungkook’s chest, his hands clutching at Jungkook’s shoulders, seeking both grounding and release. Jungkook’s mouth trailed down, lips brushing along the soft curve of Jimin’s side, teeth grazing, tongue flicking in teasing, possessive worship.
“You’re mine, baby,” Jungkook growled low, voice thick with need, “every inch, every sound, every breath. All mine.”
Jimin’s knees went weak as desire and surrender tangled together, and Jungkook’s strong hands held him steady, claiming, reverent, and utterly possessive.
He slid Jimin’s black lacy panties down slowly, teasing him, fingers tracing the damp heat gathering, slick and desperate. “You’re so wet for me,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and possessive. “All for me. Only me.”
Jimin trembled beneath him, nails digging into Jungkook’s shoulders, shivering. “I’m yours…only yours…”
Jungkook’s hands cupped Jimin’s hips, pulling him flush against his body as he kissed him hard and deep, tongue teasing, tasting, claiming. Jimin pressed into him, body quivering, every brush of skin a silent admission of surrender.
“Mine,” Jungkook growled, lips trailing down Jimin’s chest, over his stomach, fingers brushing over the sensitive inner thighs. Jimin gasped, hips lifting instinctively, slick already coating him, dripping with need.
Jungkook paused at the apex, dark eyes hooded with obsession. “So ready for me…” he murmured before lowering his mouth fully to Jimin’s ass. Slick coated his tongue immediately, warm and slippery as he pressed his lips and tongue, swirling, teasing, licking, tasting, claiming him.
Jimin arched sharply, hands clutching at Jungkook’s hair, hips jerking, shivering under the worshiping sensation. “K-Koo… oh fuck, yes…”
Jungkook hummed, teasing and possessive, flicking his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, pressing firmly against Jimin’s clenching entrance. His hands roamed possessively over Jimin’s hips and thighs, holding him flush, every lick a claim, every press of tongue an ownership.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook growled, voice rough, tongue swirling expertly around Jimin's dripping hole, lips sucking lightly. “Only mine. No one else touches you…only me.”
Jimin bucked, desperate, trembling, nails digging in as waves of heat crashed through him. “Oh Koo… don’t stop… please…”
Jungkook smiled darkly, tongue working with precision, licking and teasing, kneading Jimin’s hips with one hand while the other pressed possessively, keeping him pinned. His mouth coated in Jimin’s slick only deepened the intimacy, every movement marking him as irrevocably his.
“That’s it… all mine… only mine…” Jungkook murmured, pressing kisses along the slick skin, sucking and swirling over every sensitive ridge.
Jimin’s body shook violently, moaning, quivering, every nerve ignited as waves of pleasure rolled through him. Slick pooled beneath Jungkook’s mouth as he held Jimin there, worshiping, marking, claiming him utterly.
Finally, with a deliberate swirl of tongue and a deep, possessive hum, Jimin cried out, shivering and trembling, completely lost. Jungkook lifted his head, dark eyes glinting with obsession, pressing a bruising, claiming kiss to Jimin’s lips as his hands continued to grip and knead, ensuring every inch of Jimin knew he belonged entirely to him.
“Always mine,” he murmured, hands roaming possessively, holding him close, marking him as completely, utterly, and eternally his.
Jimin whimpered, hips pressing instinctively toward him, body slick and shivering. “Koo… please…”
Jungkook grinned darkly, hands gripping Jimin’s hips, pressing him flush against the bed. “I’ve got you,” he growled, fingers digging lightly into the soft flesh, marking him. “All mine. You’re mine, Jimin. Only mine.”
He shifted, rolling onto his back with Jimin straddling him for a moment, letting the slick heat cling to Jimin as he carefully guided him down, pressing one hand to his lower back, the other cupping his hip possessively. He took a slow moment to meet Jimin’s gaze, dark eyes glittering with lust.
“Ready?” Jungkook murmured, voice low, almost a growl.
“Always… always ready,” Jimin gasped, hands clutching Jungkook’s shoulders, slick coating his palms.
Jungkook slid inside slowly, filling him inch by inch, letting Jimin adjust to the delicious, tight stretch. Jimin cried out sharply, hips lifting, body shivering at the deep, claiming sensation. Jungkook held him there, every movement slow, deliberate, possessive...savoring the slick heat and tightness surrounding him.
“You feel so good, baby. So tight.” Jungkook growled, voice rough, hands gripping Jimin’s hips, guiding him, marking him. “All mine. Only mine.”
Jimin moaned, hips pressing desperately, slick glistening, nails digging into Jungkook’s shoulders. “Only you…only ever you…oh, fuck…”
Jungkook began to thrust again, slow, deep, and controlled, taking his time. He pressed kisses along Jimin’s neck, over the collarbone, murmuring dark praises, brushing teeth lightly against sensitive skin. “Don't stop fucking me…”
Jimin’s hands clutched at Jungkook’s shoulders, nails digging in as his hips pressed down, meeting every measured stroke. “K-Koo… oh, fuck…so big… please…” he moaned, body trembling, slick pooling beneath them, every nerve ignited by the alpha’s relentless control.
With a careful, deliberate motion, Jungkook let his knot swell fully, pressing it deep inside Jimin. Jimin gasped sharply, slick dripping, body trembling violently as the tight, hot stretch filled him completely. Every inch of Jungkook inside him pressed possession, marking him, claiming him as utterly his.
“Feel that?” Jungkook murmured, low and rough, hand pressing to Jimin’s lower back while the other gripped his hip, holding him flush. “That’s me…all yours, baby.”
Jimin’s hips arched violently, pressing into Jungkook instinctively, every thrust stretching him deliciously, every movement sending shivers racing through him. “Oh…Koo…yes…mine…only mine…” he moaned, slick coating them both, trembling under the alpha’s dominance.
Jungkook rolled his hips carefully, knot fully lodged, stretching Jimin with slow, possessive thrusts. He bit down gently on Jimin’s shoulder, leaving bruising kisses along the sensitive skin. “Going to give you those five pups...my pups...,” he growled, pressing his forehead to Jimin’s, dark eyes glinting with lust and obsession.
"Your pups...only your pups..." Jimin whimpered and clung to him, moaning, gasping, body trembling uncontrollably as the swelling knot and deep penetration overwhelmed every nerve. The wet friction, the impossibly tight stretch, the alpha’s possessive hold...it all combined to push him closer to the edge.
Jungkook’s thrusts grew harder, deliberate, precise, his knot locking them together, filling Jimin completely. He could feel Jimin’s body clinging, trembling, quivering around him, desperate and slick. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.” Jungkook groaned, voice rough, hands roaming possessively over Jimin’s slick, marked skin.
Jimin’s moans grew louder, body arching, hips pressing against the alpha, utterly helpless. “Oh, Koo…I’m…I’m gonna cum...oh, fuck...yes…” His whole body shuddered as waves of pleasure ripped through him, slick sliding around Jungkook, knot pressing impossibly deep, marking him fully.
Jungkook groaned low, thrusting hard, filling Jimin with his heat, letting his cum coat the tight channel of his omega fully, marking him with every pulse. Jimin cried out, body trembling, moaning his surrender, hips bucking, clinging desperately. “K-Koo…fill me up. Don't stop... please...”
Jimin reached back behind him, fingers brushing over the tight, throbbing knot locked inside him. Every inch of Jungkook stretched him obscenely wide, slick coating them both as Jimin trembled under the intense fullness.
He whimpered, pressing back instinctively as he felt Jungkook’s cock pulse inside him again, pumping another thick, hot load deep into his channel. The heat, the stretch, the intimate weight of it...all of it drove him higher, quivering around Jungkook’s knot, utterly lost in the sensation.
Jungkook groaned low, hips rolling with deliberate, possessive grinds, knot pressing deep, filling him fully, marking him completely. “Feel me in you, baby,” he murmured, hand gripping Jimin’s hip, holding him flush, every pulse of cum an undeniable claim.
Jimin sagged against him, trembling, drenched in sweat and their combined slick, body slick, shivering, utterly claimed. “I’m yours…always…only yours…” he whispered, voice ragged.
Jungkook pressed a long, possessive kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head, dark eyes softening just enough beneath the obsession. “And I’ll never let anyone touch you. You’re mine, baby…always mine,” he murmured, holding him close, knot still lodged, completely marking his omega as his own.
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Down the hall, Taehyung paced his room, jacket discarded carelessly over a chair. His chest still thrummed with restless energy, jaw aching from how hard he’d been clenching it since leaving the club. Every step echoed faintly, a rhythm matching the pulse hammering in his blood.
He hated how Taemin’s presence lingered in his mind. That sly tilt of his head, the brush of fingers along his arm that had felt like fire, dangerous and electric. And that scent...warm, sweet, like caramel apples, curling around him, teasing, tugging at something primal in his chest. He hated it, yes...but his body remembered, betrayed him with every taut muscle, every nerve on edge.
Stopping in front of the mirror, he stared at his reflection. Chest heaving, eyes dark, pupils wide with frustration and need. “Idiot,” he muttered, though the words were aimed squarely at Taemin. That omega had the audacity to make him ache, to make him want.
Taehyung’s hand reached for the glass on the bar cart, pouring whiskey and downing it in one gulp. The burn raced down his throat, but it did nothing to chase the fire from his blood. No drink could dull the slick heat pooling low in his belly, drawn to Taemin even now, the lingering scent of the omega clinging like a second skin.
For the first time in years, Taehyung felt…off-balance. Vulnerable in a way he hated. A presence he couldn’t dominate with force alone, couldn’t intimidate into silence. Taemin had gotten under his skin, into his mind, and worse… into his body.
He stalked the length of his room, pacing, boots scuffing against the floor. By the time he slammed the door, his chest heaving, pulse burning hot, his hands dragged through his hair, tugging roughly, desperate.
That damn omega.
Taemin’s smirk, his soft, teasing eyes, and the faint, sweet scent of caramel and warmth replayed in his mind. It curled through Taehyung’s senses, igniting something raw and feral, pulling at him in ways he wasn’t used to admitting.
Heat pooled in his groin, muscles tightening, cock pressing against the restraint of his slacks. He couldn’t undo it. He hated it.
Dropping the jacket, ripping off his shirt, he tugged at the buttons of his trousers, jerky, frustrated movements. Skin tight, overheated, every breath ragged, every heartbeat a reminder of the tension he couldn’t shake.
He wanted to fight Taemin, yes, to knock that smug, teasing smirk off his face. But a darker thought slithered in… forbidden, dangerous. What if he claimed him instead? Bit him? Marked him before anyone else could? The scent of Taemin’s omega scent seemed to curl around his nose, slick and sweet, making the thought impossible to resist.
Taehyung froze mid-step, chest heaving, pulse hammering. The image was vivid: Taemin beneath him, smirk gone, eyes wide with need, trembling, entirely his. A low, frustrated growl slipped out, body betraying him entirely.
Dropping onto the edge of his bed, he tugged at the waistband of his trousers, undoing them with rough, jerky fingers. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, pulsing with the memory of Taemin’s scent and touch, the way the omega’s subtle pheromones made his body twitch with desire.
“Damn omega…” he muttered, grip closing around himself. He stroked slow at first, teasing, cum already coating his palm from preemptive arousal. Every stroke a dangerous promise, a fantasy of domination he shouldn’t indulge.
In his mind, Taemin squirmed beneath him… smirk gone, eyes wide with need, warm scent thick in the air around him, entirely his. He imagined holding the omega flush against him, knot swelling inside, marking, claiming fully.
Heat coiled in Taehyung’s stomach, body shivering. He leaned back on the bed, hand moving faster, slick dripping from his fingers, dragging over his thickening cock, over the base swelling just enough for knotting. His other hand gripped his thigh, nails digging in as he imagined snapping Taemin flush against him, hips locking, knot swelling perfectly inside, the omega scent pressing into him.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, biting his lip, eyes squeezed shut. The thought of Taemin trembling, helpless beneath him, smirk finally wiped away by need… the sweet, slick smell of the omega filling his senses… it set his blood on fire.
He adjusted, pressing his hand against the base, imagining filling Taemin inch by inch, stretching, claiming, making the omega entirely his. He rolled his hips into his hand, feeling the slick, the heat, the tightness, every imagined inch magnified by desire.
Moans slipped out, low and ragged, as he pictured Taemin’s soft whimpers, his own control, the thrill of dominance and possession. He thrust into his own hand, knot swelling, pulse racing, imagining holding Taemin flush against him, marking him as his own.
Each stroke pulled him closer to the edge, each twist and press of his knot driving him deeper into the fantasy. Cum coated his fingers, body trembling, breath harsh, ragged. “Mine… only mine… always mine…” he whispered, voice hoarse, slick dripping, pulse scorching.
Finally, with a sharp, possessive groan, Taehyung came, knot swelling fully, hand gripping himself tightly as his body shuddered violently. He collapsed back, chest heaving, slick coating his fingers, mind still consumed by Taemin… smirk broken, eyes wide, entirely, irrevocably his in the fantasy he’d just lived.
He pressed his face into the pillow, panting, body slick and trembling. This… this was only the beginning. Already aching for more. Already needing Taemin again.
Chapter 54
Summary:
Jaehyun's first day of school has arrived.
Notes:
This chapter is pure domestic fluff and humor.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
“Do you all realize it’s been months since I’ve even seen my own cock?” Jin groaned dramatically, lowering himself onto the lounge chair like a man twice his age.
The kids were shrieking happily across the yard, but the omegas froze. Hoseok, mid-bite into a glazed donut, promptly choked.
“Jesus Christ, Jin!” Jimin exclaimed, one hand on his belly, the other one smacking Hoseok between the shoulder blades until the dough shot free. “Warn us before you commit verbal homicide.”
“I’m okay,” Hoseok wheezed, gulping down water. He stared at his donut like it had personally betrayed him, then set it aside. “I probably shouldn’t be eating this anyway, as big as I’ve gotten with this pregnancy.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Jin snapped, rolling his eyes. “You look like a glowing fertility goddess. I look like a stuffed roast pig with cankles the size of tree trunks.”
“You do waddle like one,” Jimin muttered, smirking.
“Excuse me?” Jin narrowed his eyes.
Hoseok snorted. “He’s not wrong. You grunted like a ninety-year-old man just sitting down.”
Jimin cackled, nearly falling off his chair...until Jin jabbed a finger at him. “Laugh it up, Jimin. We all can’t be petite and cute like you. Some of us look like real people while pregnant, not dolls who accidentally got knocked up.”
Hoseok spit water everywhere, choking all over again.
And that’s when a tiny voice piped up from the grass.
“Eomma?” Jaehyun tugged on Jimin’s shorts, tilting his little head innocently. “What's a cock?”
The patio went dead silent.
Jimin turned white as a sheet. “Oh my god...” He scooped Jaehyun up immediately, face burning red. “Y-you don’t say that word, baby. Where did you even hear...”
“Jin said it!” Jaehyun declared proudly, pointing across the patio like he was ratting out a criminal. “He said he can’t see his cock!”
Hoseok absolutely lost it, wheezing so hard he was about to pass out, while Jin slapped both hands over his face. “I am never speaking again. Ever. This is it. I’m done.”
Jimin buried his face in his pup’s shoulder, groaning. “This is why you don’t say things like that around children!”
Jaehyun, confused, just blinked up at him. “What is a cock?”
Jin threw his head back against the chair and wailed.
The patio was still in chaos...Hoseok wheezing, Jimin trying to bury himself alive in Jaehyun’s little shirt, Jin swearing he’d never open his mouth again.
And of course, that was the exact moment the sliding glass door opened.
Jungkook stepped out, looking sharp as ever in a black button-down, tie loosened at his throat. His sharp eyes immediately scanned the scene. “What the hell is going on out here? I could hear Hoseok from the damn kitchen...”
“Appa!” Jaehyun lit up, wriggling free from Jimin’s arms and sprinting over to him. Jungkook automatically crouched to catch him, big hands steadying his pup as Jaehyun beamed up at him.
“Jin can’t see his cock!”
The world stopped.
Jungkook froze. His arms literally locked in place. He blinked down at his son, processing the words like his brain had short-circuited. “...What.”
Behind him, Hoseok almost fell out of his chair, full-body laughing like he was being murdered, holding his big belly. Jin made a strangled noise like a dying whale. Jimin covered his face with both hands and groaned, “Oh my god, kill me now.”
Jaehyun, totally unbothered, tugged Jungkook’s sleeve innocently. “What's a cock Appa? He said it! He said he can’t see it anymore!”
Jungkook slowly, slowly turned his head to look at Jin. Deadpan. Stone-faced. “... Jin.”
“I...I didn’t...” Jin stuttered, fanning his hands. “It was a private adult conversation! He wasn’t even supposed to be listening!”
Jaehyun tugged Jungkook’s sleeve again, big brown eyes blinking up at him. “But Appa…what is a cock?”
The patio went silent again. You could’ve heard a pin drop.
Jungkook’s soul visibly left his body. He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled slowly through his teeth, and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like fuck my life.
Finally, he crouched back down to Jaehyun’s level, smoothing a hand over his pup’s soft hair with the grim patience of a man about to explain nuclear physics to a toddler.
“A cock,” Jungkook began, very seriously, “is…a chicken. Like the ones you see in picture books. The rooster. That’s what people mean when they say cock.”
Jaehyun tilted his head, considering. “Like...bok bok?”
“Yes.” Jungkook nodded emphatically, relief flooding his voice. “Exactly. Bok bok. That’s all it means. Nothing else. Ever.”
From behind him, Hoseok choked so hard he almost aspirated a donut crumb. Jin was flapping his hands in horror, hissing, “That is NOT what I meant...” while Jimin, face burning, practically tried to climb into the lounge chair cushions to escape existence.
Jaehyun, satisfied, clapped his little hands. “Okay! Jin can’t see his bok bok!”
Jungkook’s head whipped around so fast it was a miracle his neck didn’t snap. “NO...NO...NO...” His voice cracked like he was in physical pain. “Absolutely not. That’s not...” He dragged both hands down his face. “We are never...never...talking about this again.”
“Too late,” Hoseok wheezed, rolling on the ground, tears streaming down his face. “He’s gonna be telling the guards Jin lost his rooster by bedtime.”
Jin looked like he was five seconds away from throwing himself in front of a speeding car.
Jaehyun’s little brows furrowed, clearly troubled by this new knowledge. He looked up at Jin with deep sympathy, then back at Jungkook.
“Appa,” he whispered very seriously, “should we… get Jin a new chicken? So he can see it again?”
The patio exploded.
Hoseok screamed. Not laughed...screamed...kicking his legs on the floor like he’d been shot, face red and soaked with tears. Jin dropped his glass of iced tea and buried his head in his hands with a sound so pained it could’ve been used in a horror movie. Jimin actually got up and walked inside because he could not physically exist on the same patio anymore.
Meanwhile Jungkook just…stared at his son.
Dead in the eyes.
“…No,” he said finally, voice flat as a grave. “Jin doesn’t need another chicken. He needs everyone to shut the hell up.”
“But Appa...” Jaehyun tugged on his sleeve again, all wide-eyed earnestness. “If he can’t see it, maybe it got lost. We could go to the farm and find a big rooster! Then Jin could have a new cock!”
Jungkook looked seconds from unaliving himself. He stood, scooped Jaehyun up, and announced grimly: “This conversation is over. We are never speaking of chickens again. Ever.”
“Bok bok!” Jaehyun chirped happily in his arms.
Behind them, Hoseok was literally gasping, “Oh my god...new cock from the farm...I can’t breathe...” while Jin hurled a throw pillow at his head.
Jungkook bent down, setting Jaehyun back in the ground with ease. “Go play, pup. Go find your toys. Appa needs a minute with the grown-ups,” he said, giving Jaehyun a gentle but firm nudge toward the backyard playset. Jaehyun waved cheerfully and ran off, oblivious to the lingering chaos.
On the patio, the two omegas were still cackling uncontrollably. Jungkook allowed himself a small, amused shake of his head before slipping inside.
The kitchen was quiet except for soft giggles. Jimin leaned against the counter, long hair tousled and cheeks flushed, laughing under his breath. His shorts had shifted just enough that Jungkook’s eyes lingered, though he didn’t comment...yet.
Jungkook’s hands rested on Jimin’s hips as he stepped closer, voice low and teasing. “Baby,” he murmured near Jimin’s ear, “Jaehyun’s fixing to start preschool in a week…can you imagine the parent-teacher conference that would stem from him saying ‘cock’ in class?”
Jimin nearly choked on his laugh, clutching his pregnant belly as he doubled over against the counter. “Oh my god...he would!” he gasped, still giggling.
Jungkook’s grin turned sharp, smoldering, and slightly dangerous, though his eyes glimmered with amusement. “Then it’s our job to teach him proper words. Or else,” he murmured, sliding a finger lightly along Jimin’s jawline, “I might have to teach you a lesson too, for laughing at me in front of my pup.”
Jimin’s laughter gradually softened, cheeks still warm as he pressed a hand to his mouth. “I…I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, voice quiet now. “Jin didn’t even know Jaehyun was listening. He didn’t mean for it to happen.”
Jungkook’s lips curved into a slow, amused smile, forehead resting gently against Jimin’s. “Mmm… our pup is too attentive,” he murmured, eyes glinting with mischief. “Always watching, always listening…just like his alpha.”
Jimin smiled, heat pooling low in his belly, and whispered, “I can’t…I can’t believe he actually said it…”
Jungkook chuckled softly, brushing his nose along Jimin’s temple. “Don’t worry, baby…it’s just a little chaos. But next time, maybe try to keep your giggles in check when our little pup is around.”
Jimin smiled and bit his lip, still flushed, leaning closer. “Yes, Koo…I’ll behave.”
“Good,” Jungkook murmured, sliding his hand fully around Jimin’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. “Maybe…later…I’ll let you see my cock.”
Jimin’s eyes widened, heat instantly flaring. “K-Koo…” he laughed, breathless, voice trembling.
Jungkook smirked, leaning down and capturing Jimin’s lips in a deep, searing kiss. Tongues teased, teeth nipped lightly, and his hands roamed possessively, holding Jimin close as his body melted against Jungkook’s. Every shiver, every soft moan tied them together in desire and playful dominance.
When they finally broke apart, Jimin pressed his forehead against Jungkook’s, still trembling. “Koo…”
“Always yours, baby,” Jungkook murmured, eyes dark with obsession and lust, pressing another heated kiss to the corner of Jimin’s mouth.
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Later that day Hoseok stood in front of the full-length mirror, only a towel wrapped loosely around his damp body. Steam from the shower curled around him, but he barely noticed. His eyes traced every curve, every swell, every new softness he hadn’t had before. Six months pregnant, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how much his body had changed. His once sleek, toned form now felt foreign, like he’d swallowed a balloon.
A shaky sob escaped him. His hands pressed against his swollen belly, almost as if he could contain the feelings there with his touch. “I… I look… terrible,” he whispered, voice trembling.
Yoongi’s footsteps were quiet at first, but he must have paused at the doorway. He took in the sight of his mate crying, the towel hanging loosely, his chest rising and falling with each soft whimper. Without hesitation, Yoongi stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms gently around Hoseok and pressing their bodies together. His hands slid down to cradle Hoseok’s belly.
“Baby… what’s wrong?” he murmured, voice low and soothing.
Hoseok sniffled, letting his tears fall freely now. “I look like… that kid from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory,” he choked out. “The one who turned into a giant blueberry…and they had to roll her big ass out because she couldn’t walk.” He sniffed gently and whimpered, "Soon you'll have to roll me out of our nest."
Yoongi's deep chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pressed his cheek against the side of Hoseok’s head, inhaling his scent...sunshine and lilies, warm and comforting. “Baby… you’re being ridiculous,” he murmured, voice rough with need and affection. “You’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now. Full of our pup…your body giving everything they need to grow healthy and strong. That’s the most amazing thing anyone could do.”
Hoseok shivered, leaning back into Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi nuzzled his neck, letting his lips brush along the sensitive skin, trailing down to leave the faintest mark, licking lightly over his mating bite. The scent of Hoseok...soft, sweet, familiar...flooded Yoongi’s senses, making his chest tighten with possessive desire.
“You’re the sexiest you’ve ever been,” Yoongi growled, deep and low, hands firm on Hoseok’s belly, thumbs brushing over the soft swell of their pup. “Every curve, every stretch, every inch…it’s all ours. You’re mine, baby. All mine.”
Hoseok’s knees weakened slightly as Yoongi pressed closer, the heat of his body seeping into every curve, every swell of his six-month pregnant belly. Yoongi’s hands drifted lower, sliding over the soft, rounded hips, tracing the gentle stretch marks with possessive reverence.
“You’re mine,” Yoongi murmured, voice low and rough, lips trailing down Hoseok’s neck again. His tongue flicked teasingly along the mating bite, tasting, marking, claiming. “Every inch…every curve…all mine to touch, all mine to worship.”
Hoseok shivered, heat pooling deep and thick, already slick with need. “Yoongi… I…” His voice cracked, breath shaky as Yoongi’s hands kneaded his hips, palms pressing firmly over the soft, stretched skin of his belly, grounding him while igniting every nerve.
Yoongi growled, low and demanding, letting his lips brush over the peak of Hoseok’s shoulder before sliding down to his back. “You’re beautiful, baby… so fucking beautiful. All swollen, all soft… all for me and our pup.” His teeth grazed along the spine, a gentle nip that sent shivers through Hoseok.
Hoseok whimpered, pressing himself flush against Yoongi. “K-Keep going… please…”
Yoongi’s hands roamed lower, sliding over Hoseok’s smooth hips and down to the slick, glistening hole that was already begging for him. “So ready for me…” he murmured, voice low and husky, thumb brushing over the damp heat. “So wet for your alpha… all mine…”
Hoseok’s back arched instinctively, body trembling, hips pressing desperately into Yoongi. “Yes… oh god… I’m yours…” he gasped, slick coating Yoongi’s fingers as he pressed possessively, craving every touch.
With a deliberate, possessive motion, Yoongi pressed Hoseok flush against the counter, spreading his legs slightly. His lips traced heated kisses along the neck, shoulder, and down the spine, teeth grazing lightly, tongue swirling teasingly over the sensitive skin. Hoseok gasped, hips jerking, his slicked asshole brushing against Yoongi’s growing length, igniting both of them.
Hoseok’s hands braced on the counter, nails digging in as his body quivered under Yoongi’s touch. Every press, every flick of Yoongi’s fingers, every teasing swirl of his tongue sent waves of shivering heat through Hoseok. “Oh… Yoongi… please…” he whimpered, voice shaky, hips pressing into him.
Yoongi groaned low, needy and possessive, sliding a finger teasingly into Hoseok’s slick hole while the other hand kept him firmly pinned against the counter. “Mine, baby… all mine,” he growled, heat rolling off him. “I’m going to fill you, make you mine completely…”
Hoseok trembled violently, hips bucking, breath hitching. “Yes… yes… Yoongi… I want you… fuck me… please…”
Yoongi groaned low, shifting slightly. With deliberate, possessive intent, he unzipped himself, letting his thick, hard length spring free. He lined up with Hoseok’s dripping hole, letting the tip tease the slick entrance before slowly pressing forward. Hoseok gasped, hands braced on the counter, body trembling as Yoongi sank inside, inch by inch until he bottomed out.
“Oh… Yoongi… f-fuck…” Hoseok whimpered, slick coating both of them as Yoongi pressed flush, letting him stretch slowly, deliberately. “So full… so tight…”
“You’re mine, baby,” Yoongi growled, rolling his hips carefully, feeling the swell of his knot begin to press against Hoseok’s entrance, spreading him perfectly. Hoseok cried out, body trembling, slick pooling beneath them. “Fill me… all of me…”
Every deliberate thrust pressed the knot deeper, stretching Hoseok perfectly, spreading him around the thick, hard alpha inside. Hoseok’s slick asshole glistened with their shared heat, tight and wet around Yoongi, trembling as each slow roll of the knot sent shivers up his spine.
“You feel so perfect, baby…” Yoongi growled, pressing forehead against Hoseok’s shoulder, teeth grazing lightly along the nape of his neck, hips snapping harder against Hoseok's ass. “All mine… every inch…”
Hoseok’s back arched violently, hips bucking instinctively, nails digging into the counter. “Yes… oh god… I’m yours… only yours… please, Yoongi…”
Yoongi let his hips grind with careful precision, knot throbbing and swelling fully with each pulse. Hoseok’s cries turned breathless, high-pitched, desperate moans, slick pooling beneath them. Every inch of him was claimed, stretched, filled, and utterly owned.
“Oh… I… I can’t… I’m going to…!” Hoseok gasped, body trembling violently as Yoongi pressed him closer, fucking the knot deep inside, holding him flush. Every pulse of the swelling knot pushed deep into Hoseok’s heat, marking him, spreading possessive alpha pleasure in waves.
“You’re mine… all mine, baby,” Yoongi growled, voice low and rough, thrusts deliberate, knot swelling fully with every motion. Hoseok shuddered, slick coating them both, every nerve screaming with need. “Mine to feel… mine to take…”
Then, Yoongi roared as the first pulse of his release surged inside Hoseok, knot fully lodged and locked in, filling him completely. Hoseok’s cry broke through, body arching, hips bucking instinctively as the alpha’s cum filled him deep. Knot holding, both groaning, moaning, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
Hoseok trembled uncontrollably, slick sliding over them both, moans spilling without control. “Oh… Yoongi… yes…all yours… please…don’t stop…”
Yoongi grinded his hips slowly, each pulse of the knot timed perfectly with his own release, knot swelled to full capacity and throbbing inside, marking Hoseok fully, stretching him deliciously, making every nerve alive with fire. Hoseok’s cries turned ragged, breathless, trembling as the alpha’s full, possessive control overtook him.
Finally, after a long, slow ride, the knot began to relax, popping free gently. Hoseok sagged against Yoongi, trembling, breathless, slick coating both of them. Yoongi held him close, murmuring possessive praise as he lifted him from the counter.
He carried Hoseok carefully to their nest, still pressing soft kisses along his forehead, neck, and shoulder, knot fully spent but hands still roaming possessively over his swollen belly and hips. Warm cloths cleaned them both, gentle touches grounding them in the intimacy of their post-climax aftercare.
Hoseok curled into Yoongi’s chest, body still shivering slightly. “Yoongi…” he murmured softly, voice husky. “Tomorrow…Jin said we can find out the pup’s sex…”
Yoongi rumbled low, nuzzling him. “Do you want to find out…or leave it as a surprise?”
Hoseok thought for a moment, thumb brushing along Yoongi’s chest. “…I think I’d like it to be a surprise.”
Yoongi smiled, capturing his lips in a slow, possessive kiss. “Then a surprise it’ll be,” he murmured, voice husky with devotion. Hoseok sighed happily, pressing every curve of himself against Yoongi, and together they melted into the soft, warm intimacy of their nest, content and fully claimed.
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Namjoon pushed open the clinic door, calling softly, “Honey? You in here?”
From somewhere near the exam room came a series of grunts, thuds, and a high-pitched squeak. Namjoon’s brow furrowed as he hurried toward the sound.
“Honey…what are you doing?!” Namjoon rushed forward, alarm flashing in his eyes. He caught Jin’s arm just as he nearly lost balance, steadying him.
Jin was struggling...half climbing, half wobbling...onto the exam table, his pregnant belly making the task look downright dangerous.
Jin huffed, cheeks pink but full of sass. “Oh, nothing, Namjoon. Just painting my toenails.” He gave him a pointed look, voice dripping with sarcasm. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m trying to get up here so I can do an ultrasound on myself. Now, help me up!”
Namjoon blinked, torn between scolding and laughing. “You could’ve asked me…”
“Ask you? You weren’t here!” Jin snapped, though the corners of his mouth twitched with humor. “Now quit whining and lift me before I fall and both your mate and your pup roll onto the floor.”
With a soft groan, Namjoon scooped him up easily and settled him onto the table. “You’re going to give me gray hairs before I’m thirty.”
“Good. It’ll go well with your dimples and make you look distinguished,” Jin teased, grabbing the ultrasound wand with mock seriousness. “Now hush. Dr. Kim is working.”
Namjoon stayed close, his hand warm on Jin’s thigh as he watched his mate apply the gel to his rounded belly. Jin wiggled the wand dramatically, clearing his throat. “Today, class, we will be observing the rare and exotic Kim pup in his natural habitat.”
Namjoon bit his lip, fighting laughter. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously gorgeous, yes,” Jin shot back with a wink. “Now hush, alpha. You’re distracting the doctor.”
Namjoon leaned down, lips brushing Jin’s ear. “Distracting you is my favorite thing.”
“Y-yah!” Jin stammered, nearly dropping the wand. “Don’t start here, this is medical equipment!”
Namjoon kissed his jaw, chuckling low. “Mmm… you look so beautiful like this, baby. Round with my pup, glowing…”
“Of course I’m beautiful.” Jin puffed his chest, though his ears burned pink. “But right now, your pup is the star.” He nudged the screen. “Look… its little nose!”
Namjoon’s eyes softened, throat tight as he traced a trembling hand over Jin’s belly. “They’re perfect… just like you.”
Jin’s teasing expression faltered into something tender. His voice gentled. “Do you want to know the sex?”
Namjoon’s heart stuttered. He searched the screen, then back to Jin’s glowing face. His voice came out hushed, reverent. “Yes… what are we having?”
Jin smiled wide, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes. “Another boy.”
Namjoon bent down and kissed him hard, swallowing the laugh and the tears all at once, one hand cupping Jin’s cheek while the other held protectively to his belly. “My omega… another son…” His voice shook, fierce with love. “You’ve given me everything.”
The room fell quiet, save for the soft whir of the machine. Then, a sound filled the air...steady, rhythmic, strong.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
Namjoon’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, filling with tears as he froze. “That… that’s…”
“Our baby,” Jin whispered, his voice trembling with awe. “That’s his heartbeat.”
Namjoon pressed his forehead to Jin’s, his large hand covering the swell of his stomach as if to shield the tiny life inside. “He’s strong. Just like his eomma.” His voice cracked, tears slipping free.
Jin smiled, brushing his thumb over Namjoon’s wet cheek. “And just as stubborn as his appa.”
Namjoon laughed wetly, kissing him again, lingering and slow. When he finally pulled back, he rested his chin on Jin’s shoulder, eyes fixed on the screen while the sound of their son’s heartbeat echoed around them...steady, unrelenting, alive.
The room was filled with the hum of the monitor, the warmth of their laughter, and the raw, fragile love that wrapped around them like a shield.
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ONE WEEK LATER
The mansion was already warm with the smell of breakfast...pancakes sizzling on the griddle, syrup on the counter, and the soft clatter of dishes. Jimin moved around the kitchen with Jaehyun perched on a stool, his small legs swinging excitedly while he stuffed grapes into his mouth. His backpack, bright and new, sat proudly on the counter beside him, ready for his very first day of preschool.
“Eomma,” Jaehyun chirped, cheeks puffed full, “I’m gonna make friends today! Lots of them.”
Jimin’s heart tugged painfully. His little boy wasn’t so little anymore. He forced a smile as he sat a plate of pancakes in front of him, smoothing down the collar of his new school uniform with gentle fingers. “I know you will, love. You’re the brightest, sweetest pup they’ll ever meet.”
Still, Jimin’s eyes burned. Their first pup… his first baby… already growing up.
Upstairs, the nest was still quiet. Jungkook padded in, his heavy steps soft as he approached the sleeping form of their youngest. Jaeha was curled up on his stomach in the middle of the nest, tiny white pajamas patterned with teddy bears clinging to his little body. His round face was turned to the side, lips parted in soft breaths, pudgy feet tucked under him like a puppy dreaming.
Jungkook couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that slipped out. His heart swelled. Carefully, he leaned down and slid his big hands beneath the small body, rolling him gently onto his back before lifting him up.
The pup stirred, lids fluttering, then stretched with his whole tiny body...arms above his head, toes curling, back arching like a feline. Jungkook’s laugh rumbled in his chest. “You’re just like a little kitten, baby peach. Stretching out in my hands like that.”
The alpha cradled him against his chest, pressing a kiss to his messy hair. “Let's wake up, sweetheart. It’s Jaehyun’s first day of school. We don’t want to miss him leaving, do we?”
The pup gave a tiny whimper, rubbing his eyes. His lower lip wobbled as he mumbled, voice groggy and broken, “Jae…leave pup?”
Jungkook’s arms tightened instinctively, rocking him gently. “Not leaving, baby. Just school. He’ll come back home after, I promise. You can even help me and Eomma pick him up later, hm?”
Jungkook carried Jaeha into the his nursery, setting him down gently on the padded changing mat. The pup yawned, fists rubbing at his eyes, legs kicking lazily in the air.
“Alright, little one,” Jungkook murmured, pulling open the drawer for a fresh diaper and soft cotton clothes. “Let’s get you ready so you can see your brother off, hmm?”
Jaeha babbled, making tiny noises as Jungkook worked with practiced hands...wiping him down, sliding the clean diaper in place, and buttoning him into a pale yellow onesie with tiny ducklings across the chest and matching yellow shorts. He looked like sunshine itself, soft and chubby, legs kicking happily against the mat.
Jungkook slipped the tiny sandals onto his pudgy feet, fastening the straps with gentle fingers. “There we go,” he murmured, smiling down at him. “Beautiful as ever.”
Reaching for the soft-bristled baby brush, he carefully smoothed through Jaeha’s fine hair, coaxing the wispy tufts into neatness. The pup hummed at the sensation, head tilting into Jungkook’s touch, little hands grabbing at the air.
“All done,” Jungkook announced softly, scooping him up into his arms. Jaeha fit against his chest perfectly, warm and light. “Now let’s go see your brother before he leaves for his big adventure.”
When they entered the kitchen, the pup immediately spotted Jaehyun at the counter. His little face crumpled, a whimper breaking free as he stretched his arms toward his big brother.
“Jae…leave pup?” he mumbled, lip trembling as his little chubby hands clutched at his chest.
Jaehyun, halfway through a pancake, slid off his stool without hesitation. “Jaeha,” he said in the most serious voice his four-year-old body could muster.
Jungkook quickly crouched down, steadying Jaeha against his chest so the brothers could meet at eye level. Jaehyun wrapped his small arms around Jaeha, and Jungkook shifted so the pup could clutch tightly to his brother's shoulders.
“It’s okay,” Jaehyun whispered, rubbing his baby brother’s back. “I’m just going to school. I’ll come back later. Promise.”
Jaeha gave a small hiccup of a sob and buried his face in Jaehyun’s neck, clinging. Jungkook’s throat tightened at the sight...his eldest pup already stepping into the role of reassurance, his youngest depending on him so wholly.
Jaehyun pressed his soft cheek to Jaeha’s face, rubbing lightly, scenting him the way he’d seen his Appa and Eomma do to them. The gesture was clumsy but instinctive, soothing his younger brother as much as it reassured himself.
Jaeha quieted instantly, blinking up at him with wide eyes, little fists clutching Jaehyun’s shirt.
“I’ll be back later,” Jaehyun promised again solemnly. “School’s just for a little bit.”
Jaeha answered with a gurgly coo, as if he believed him completely.
Jimin stood in the doorway, hand pressed over his heart, watching his boys hold onto each other. His heart ached in that tender, aching way only omegas knew...his first pup was growing so quickly, already scenting and soothing like a little alpha should, while his baby peach looked at his brother like the world might end if he left.
It was beautiful…and it was breaking him a little.
Jimin pressed his lips together, eyes stinging as he swallowed against the lump in his throat. Just yesterday, it felt like Jaehyun had been the one in duckling onesies, clinging to him and babbling nonsense. Now here he was, straightening his little backpack, scent-marking his baby brother, promising to come home later.
Jungkook glanced up, catching the shimmer in Jimin’s eyes. His own chest tightened...he could scent Jimin’s sadness, the way his omega was torn between pride and loss. Carefully, he adjusted Jaeha on his hip and walked over to Jimin. He reached one hand out, curling it around the back of Jimin’s neck to draw him close.
“Don’t cry, baby,” Jungkook murmured, low and steady. “He’s still our little pup. He’s just…growing strong. Like he should.”
Jimin sniffled, leaning into him, forehead brushing Jungkook’s shoulder. “I know…I know. It just feels so fast.”
At that moment, Jaehyun tugged on Jimin's hand, puffing out his chest proudly. “Don’t worry, Eomma,” he said with a grin far too big for his little face. “I’ll do well at school. I’ll be brave.”
Jimin felt his chest tighten, and a shaky, watery laugh slipped past his lips. “Oh… my big boy,” he whispered, voice thick with both pride and the ache of letting go. Tears slipped freely down his cheeks, warm and unrestrained.
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At the wrought-iron gates of the prestigious private school, two of Jungkook’s most trusted guards stood at rigid attention. Their suits were perfectly pressed, weapons concealed, eyes sharp, posture unyielding. Jungkook balanced Jaeha against his chest, the baby’s tiny head tucked near his shoulder, fingers curling around his shirt.
Jaehyun had already gone inside with Jimin, chattering excitedly about crayons, blocks, and making friends. But Jungkook lingered, unwilling to leave anything to chance. His gaze swept over the two guards, dark and commanding, letting his silence settle like a weight. Then he spoke, voice low and cutting.
“You don’t blink while my son is in that building,” he said, tone like iron. “You don’t eat. You don’t piss. You don't shit. You don’t take a phone call. You breathe and you watch.”
The guards stiffened, spines straightening as the magnitude of his command pressed down on them.
“If anything...” Jungkook’s hand flexed once on Jaeha’s back, his jaw tightening. “If anything happens to him while he is under your watch, you’ll pray to die before I get to you.”
The guards swallowed in unison, the air around them thick with the promise of violence.
Jungkook’s lips curved, but there was no humor in it. “You protect Jaehyun like he’s your own blood. Like he’s me. Because he is mine.”
“Yes, Don Jeon,” they chorused, voices sharp, unwavering now.
Satisfied, Jungkook adjusted Jaeha against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of his baby peach’s head before turning toward the school where Jimin and Jaehyun waited
Inside the classroom, sunlight streamed through tall windows, warming the little space filled with cubbies, bright rugs, and neatly stacked supplies. The chatter of other children was muffled under Jimin’s soft voice as he knelt in front of Jaehyun, straightening his little shirt collar and brushing his bangs from his forehead.
“You’re going to have so much fun, Jaehyun,” Jimin whispered with a smile that didn’t quite hide the ache in his chest. “Make friends, listen to your teacher, and remember...you’re so loved.”
Jungkook entered quietly, Jaeha nestled on his chest, the baby’s tiny hand curled into his shirt. He watched for a moment, his heart swelling at the sight of his omega guiding their firstborn through this milestone. Then he stepped forward and lowered himself down beside them, knees pressing into the soft carpet.
He placed his free hand on Jaehyun’s small shoulder, voice low and steady. “Your Eomma and I are so proud of you, son. You’re going to do so well and have a great first day.”
Jaehyun’s eyes flickered between them, wide and bright. Then his lower lip wobbled. “Appa…will you and Eomma scent me? So I don’t miss you at school?”
Jungkook’s throat tightened, and for a moment he couldn’t speak. The weight of his pup’s request, the innocence of it, pierced straight through the armor he wore everywhere else. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Of course, baby.”
He leaned in, still holding baby peach securely with one arm, and pressed his cheek against Jaehyun’s, slow and deliberate. His deep alpha scent clung to the boy’s skin, warm and protective, wrapping him in the safety of his bloodline. Jaehyun’s little shoulders relaxed instantly, eyes fluttering with comfort.
When Jungkook pulled back, Jaehyun turned toward Jimin. Without hesitation, Jimin cradled his son’s face gently between both hands and brushed their cheeks together, his omega scent sweet and soothing, imprinting Jaehyun with the comfort of home.
The boy inhaled deeply, visibly settling, and then with quiet determination, padded back to Jungkook. He reached up, tiny fingers brushing Jaeha’s arm, and leaned forward to scent his baby brother’s face with soft nuzzles.
Jaeha squealed, a bubbly little giggle breaking into a babble, his body going limp in Jungkook’s hold as his lashes fluttered shut, completely soothed by his brothers love.
The sight struck Jungkook to his core. His chest ached, his arms tightened around his youngest, and for once, he didn’t care if the whole classroom saw the Don Jeon Jungkook with mist in his eyes. His family was everything.
The soft chime of the classroom bell echoed across the room, and almost immediately, the teacher appeared in the doorway, a warm smile brightening her face.
“Good morning, everyone! Let’s get started,” she called gently, scanning the small group of children before her gaze settled on Jaehyun. “And good morning to you, young man! Are you ready for your first day?”
Jaehyun looked up at Jungkook and Jimin, his little face still glowing from their scents, and nodded confidently this time. His tiny hand lingered on Jaeha for a brief moment, then he straightened his shoulders.
Jungkook crouched a little lower, voice steady but soft. “You’re going to do amazing, baby. Just remember, we’re proud of you and can’t wait to hear all about your day.” He pressed a quick, lingering kiss to Jaehyun’s temple.
Jimin mirrored the gesture, brushing his lips over the crown of Jaehyun’s head. “Learn, have fun, and make friends. You’re ready for this, Jaehyun.”
The boy smiled, determination shining in his eyes, and finally let go of Jaeha, who cooed softly in Jungkook’s arms.
The teacher knelt to Jaehyun’s level, extending her hand with encouragement. “Come on, Jaehyun. Let’s get you to your seat so you can start your morning.”
Jungkook stood slowly, keeping a protective hand on his pup’s shoulder. “Have a great first day, son. We love you.”
Jaehyun took a small step forward, then another, letting the teacher guide him gently. Before turning fully, he glanced back at Jimin and Jungkook. A soft, confident whisper escaped him. “I’ll be a big boy.”
Jimin knelt just slightly, smiling warmly. “That’s right, baby. Big boy today. Have fun.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened with pride as he gave a low, affectionate rumble. “Go show everyone how amazing you are.”
With a deep, brave breath, Jaehyun followed his teacher toward the row of desks, walking tall like a big boy, glancing back just once before focusing on his new adventure. Jaeha gurgled softly in Jungkook’s arms, as if echoing his brother's courage, and Jungkook smiled, gently bouncing the baby.
Jimin and Jungkook shared a quiet look, emotions heavy but warm. The room was filled with soft murmurs, the light clattering of tiny chairs, and the unmistakable bond of family...love tethering each heart, even as one little pup embarked confidently on his first day outside the nest.
The school doors closed softly behind them, and the cool morning air felt emptier without Jaehyun’s excited chatter. Jungkook held Baby Peach securely in one arm, while Jimin walked beside him, shoulders tight, eyes downcast.
Once they reached the car, Jungkook opened the rear door and gently settled Jaeha into his seat. Jimin leaned against the car, his hands trembling slightly as the weight of the morning pressed down.
A soft, broken sob escaped him. “It’s…it’s just so quiet…without him here,” Jimin whispered, voice thick with emotion.
Jungkook walked over to him, hands sliding around Jimin’s waist to pull him close. “I know, baby…I know,” he murmured. “It’s hard, letting him go, even for a little while. But he’s safe, and he’s going to have a wonderful day. And Baby Peach and I are right here with you.”
Jimin pressed his forehead to Jungkook’s shoulder, tears slipping freely. “I just…I miss him already,” he choked out, voice shaking.
Jungkook stroked his back gently, humming low and steady. “That’s okay, baby. It means you love him so much. Missing him just shows how important he is to you. But he’ll come back, and we’ll all be together again soon.”
Jimin sniffled, clinging to Jungkook as Jaeha babbled softly from his seat, rubbing against Jungkook’s arm. “I just…can’t believe he’s growing up so fast…he's my first pup.”
Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple, voice low and steady. “He’s still our little pup, always. And you’re doing an amazing job as his Eomma. We’ll get through this morning together, just the three of us.”
Jimin nodded slowly, leaning into Jungkook’s chest, letting the warmth and steady rhythm of his mate’s heartbeat ground him. Jaeha wriggled happily in his seat, and Jungkook smiled down at him.
“See? We’re still a family,” Jungkook murmured, hand brushing Jimin’s long hair back. “Even when one of our pups is learning and growing, the rest of us are right here. All together. Always.”
Jimin let out a shaky breath, his tears softening as he rested against Jungkook, the two of them leaning into the quiet comfort of each other and their pup. The car’s engine purred to life, and they drove home, carrying the morning’s heavy emotions together, safe and close.
Chapter 55
Summary:
Taehyung and Taemin go on a stakeout.
Notes:
Taehyung and his princess don't get a whole lot of work done. Wonder what Jackson and Jungkook will think of that when they find out?🤭
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The school bell rang sharply, echoing across the playground and signaling the end of the day. Jungkook adjusted Jaeha in his arms as he and Jimin stepped up to the curb, the early afternoon sun glinting off the wrought-iron gates. The private school yard was bustling with children spilling out, laughter and chatter filling the air, backpacks swinging from tiny shoulders and shoes squeaking across the pavement. But Jungkook’s dark gaze stayed locked on one tiny figure in particular.
And then he saw him...Jaehyun, little backpack bouncing on his small shoulders, bodyguards flanking him dutifully like shadows. The moment the pup’s eyes landed on his parents and baby brother, his face lit up with a radiant smile, and he bolted forward, little feet pounding against the pavement.
“Eomma! Appa! Jaeha!” he shouted, voice high and joyful.
Jimin immediately dropped down to a crouch, arms wide. “Jaehyun!” he called, voice trembling with excitement and relief.
Jungkook’s deep chuckle rumbled low in his chest as he mirrored Jimin, kneeling beside him, one hand holding Jaeha safely against his chest. “That’s my boy!” he murmured, voice full of pride and warmth.
Jaehyun didn’t slow at all, running straight into his Eomma’s waiting arms. Jimin scooped him up, hugging him tightly, feeling the tiny pup’s little body squirm with excitement. “Did you have a good day, my big pup?” Jimin asked, voice soft and trembling, brushing the hair from his forehead.
“Yes!” Jaehyun practically squealed, bouncing in Jimin’s arms. “I made lots of friends! I learned how to count to ten! And I spelled my name all by myself!” His tiny hands waved excitedly as he spoke, the words tumbling out in a rush of excitement.
Jungkook smiled down at them, brushing a hand along Jaehyun’s back. “Sounds like someone had a very productive first day,” he said, voice warm but tinged with his usual protective edge. He shifted slightly to let Jaeha reach out, tiny hands pressing against Jaehyun’s chest.
Jaehyun giggled, leaning down to give his little brother a soft nuzzle. “Jaeha! Look! I learned lots today!”
Jaeha gurgled, reaching out to pat Jaehyun’s shoulder, squeaking happily in response. Jungkook’s eyes softened, watching the siblings bond instantly, their laughter and babbles filling the space between them.
Jimin smoothed Jaehyun’s hair back, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of his pup. “I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “You were so brave today.”
Jaehyun beamed up at him. “I was brave! And I did everything you said, Eomma! And Appa, I remembered what you told me about being kind to everyone!”
Jungkook chuckled low, tilting Jaeha in his arms to reach out and press a soft kiss to Jaehyun’s cheek. “That’s my boy. Brave, smart, and kind… just like his Eomma,” he murmured, voice deep with pride.
Jimin held him a little tighter, eyes brimming with tears as he hugged his pup. “We missed you so much,” he whispered, voice breaking slightly.
Jaehyun snuggled into his embrace, little hands clutching Jimin’s shirt. “I missed you too! But school was fun!”
The bodyguards, ever vigilant, trailed close behind, their eyes sweeping the playground before Jungkook gave a subtle nod, signaling it was time to go.
“Alright, little man,” Jungkook said, voice soft but firm, crouching to Jaehyun’s level. “Time to go home. Your Eomma, your baby brother, and I are right here, always.”
Jaehyun nodded enthusiastically, slinging his tiny backpack over his shoulders and reaching out to Jaeha again. “Come on, Jaeha! Let’s go home!”
Jaeha babbled happily, wiggling in Jungkook’s arms, and the family started walking toward the car, laughter and tiny voices filling the afternoon air.
Jaehyun chattered nonstop, hopping slightly in Jimin’s arms while explaining every detail of his day. “We sang songs! And I played with Sunwoo! And I made a tower out of blocks taller than me!” he exclaimed. He leaned over to nuzzle Jaeha gently. “And Jaeha, I showed everyone how to color!”
Jimin smiled through the tears he couldn’t quite hold back, fingers intertwined with Jungkook’s as they followed their firstborn, hearts swelling with love, pride, and the joy of seeing their little pup grow, learn, and thrive.
Jungkook brushed a soft hand down Jaehyun’s back. “I can’t wait to hear all about tomorrow too," he said, voice deep and warm.
Jaehyun yawned softly, finally slowing down just a little, leaning against his Eomma’s side. “I love school…but I love you, Appa and Jaeha too,” he murmured, voice small but full of certainty.
Jimin kissed the top of his head, blinking back tears. “And we love you, baby. More than anything.”
Jungkook tightened his hold on Jaeha, voice low and affectionate. “Always remember that. No matter what adventures you have outside the nest, your family is right here for you.”
The car came into view, and Jungkook opened the door. Jaehyun hopped into his booster seat with a final excited squeal, Jaeha babbling beside him.
“Let’s get you guys buckled,” Jungkook murmured, lifting Jaeha into his car seat and clicking the harness snug. Next, he secured Jaehyun, pressing a soft kiss to his head.
Jimin climbed in after them, settling into the passenger seat with a long, shaky breath. He glanced back at the pups, smiling softly.
“All set,” Jungkook said, sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.
“Ready,” Jimin whispered, hands resting on his belly as the small family began the ride home.
The ride home was filled with chatter about colors, friends, and the amazing things Jaehyun had done today, small giggles and soft coos weaving a warm, comforting soundtrack to the quiet pride and love filling the car.
Jimin leaned his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, whispering softly, “They’re growing up so fast…”
Jungkook’s hand brushed through his hair, voice low and steady. “I know, baby. But we’ll always be here. Always.”
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The dinner plates had been cleared, the warm glow of the chandelier reflecting softly across the dining room. Jaeha and Jaehyun had been tucked into their favorite cozy spots on the living room couch, finishing up small desserts while Jimin lingered at the kitchen counter, rubbing his slightly swollen belly.
Jungkook set down his glass of water, eyes locking onto Jimin with that familiar, possessive intensity that made Jimin’s stomach flutter. “I’m going up to my office for a bit,” he said, voice low, smooth, like velvet over steel. “I need to finish some paperwork on the casinos. But I’ll be done in time to help you put the pups to bed.”
Jimin’s hand instinctively rested over his belly, rubbing soothing circles across his bump. “Okay, baby. Hurry back so we won’t miss you,” he murmured softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Jungkook stepped closer, placing a warm hand over Jimin’s belly. His other hand slid gently along Jimin’s hip, tilting him slightly toward himself, and he pressed a heated kiss to the side of Jimin’s neck. Then, almost reverently, he leaned closer, inhaling deeply at Jimin’s scent gland. The rich, intoxicating aroma of his pregnant omega hit him full force...sweet, citrus, milky, and utterly his.
Jungkook’s eyes rolled back slightly, a low, ragged groan rumbling in his chest as he drank in the scent, grounding himself in the overwhelming need and devotion that surged for his mate.
“You…you smell so good, baby,” he murmured huskily, lips brushing along Jimin’s jawline. “Like mine. All mine…” His fingers pressed against Jimin’s hip, thumb stroking soothing circles while his other hand rested protectively on the swell of his belly.
Jimin shivered, breath catching in his throat, hands moving to clutch Jungkook’s chest. “You… you always know how to make me melt,” he whispered, voice trembling but warm.
Jungkook pressed a deep, lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips, savoring the taste, the warmth, the scent that belonged only to him. Pulling back just slightly, he rested his forehead against Jimin’s, voice low and husky. “You and the pups are mine, always. And I’ll be back before anyone can miss me too much.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a soft, affectionate smile, hands resting on top of Jungkook’s as he felt the steady warmth and strength radiating from him. “I know, baby… I’ll be waiting,” he whispered, letting the reassurance of Jungkook’s presence wash over him.
Jungkook gave one last, gentle press against Jimin’s belly before stepping back, dark eyes lingering on his mate. “I’ll be quick,” he promised. “But when I come back, I’m all yours.”
With that, he turned and headed toward the stairs, leaving a soft trail of warmth and the lingering scent of sandalwood and spice in his wake. Jimin watched him go, fingers lingering over the spot Jungkook had touched, heart swelling with a mix of love, longing, and quiet anticipation.
Jungkook stepped into his office, the soft click of the door sealing him off from the rest of the mansion. The warm glow of the desk lamp pooled across stacks of paperwork...casinos, transactions, ledgers...waiting for his meticulous attention. His mind flicked between balance sheets, security rotations, and the errands that never truly ended for a Don.
Before he could even settle in, his phone rang sharply, slicing through the quiet hum of the office. He glanced at the caller ID, eyes narrowing. Jackson Wang. That meant business...and likely trouble.
“Jackson,” he said, his voice even, controlled.
“Jungkook,” Jackson’s tone was clipped, precise, a familiar mix of respect and urgency. “I need a favor. The club...my new place...is having…issues. Subtle threats, staff being intimidated, deliveries tampered with. Nothing overt yet, but I don’t want it escalating.”
Jungkook’s dark gaze hardened. “And you want me to send someone to…observe?”
“Yes,” Jackson replied. “Taemin’s handling the day-to-day, but I need a discreet, alpha-level security specialist. Someone skilled with stakeouts, who won’t draw attention. Just eyes on the club for a few nights...catch anyone trying to trespass, sabotage, or send threats. Nothing else. Quiet, effective.”
Jungkook’s smirk was slight but sharp, the kind that only ever surfaced when he already knew the solution. “Taehyung. My top enforcer...fast, discreet, precise. He’ll coordinate with Taemin. He'll handle it professionally. No mistakes.”
There was a brief pause on the line before Jackson exhaled, tension easing slightly. “Good. Taemin needs that backup. Tell him to please keep it clean, Jungkook. If the rival gang makes a move, I want proof, not chaos. I don’t need…you know, unnecessary fireworks.”
“Consider it done,” Jungkook replied, voice low, dangerous only in the subtle edge. “I’ll let Taehyung know. He'll be ready. He’s…reliable.”
The line went dead. Jungkook set the phone down, fingers brushing across the polished wood of the desk as his mind clicked through logistics. He envisioned Taehyung, already dressed, silent, blending into shadows, every sense alert. Taemin, competent and cautious, would need a partner like that to keep the situation calm but controlled.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his temples. Even with his empire under control, even with security mapped and coded, there was always the tension...the unspoken risk that one wrong move could cost lives. The weight pressed on him now, but beneath it, a flicker of satisfaction warmed him. He had the right people in place. Every angle considered.
For once, his businesses were running smoothly...casinos operating without incident, the syndicate’s routines humming like a well-oiled machine. No outside threats. He allowed himself a quiet moment of relief, appreciating the rare calm. And yet, when Jackson called, Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He didn’t do it for profit or leverage; he did it because a friend needed him. Even when it wasn’t convenient, even when it wasn’t about him, he couldn’t ignore a call for help.
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The SUV idled in the dark alley behind the club, neon bleeding faintly over the wet asphalt. Taemin sat in the passenger seat, fingers flicking restlessly, the sharp angles of his face caught in pulses of red and blue glow.
“I still don’t see why I have to sit here in the dark waiting for something to happen,” he muttered, arms folded tight across his chest. His foot tapped impatiently against the floor. “I could’ve handled this job alone.”
Taehyung didn’t even glance at him. His jaw flexed, his gaze fixed on the club entrance. “Not everything’s about you, princess. Some of us actually follow orders.”
Taemin’s mouth curved into a lazy, dangerous smirk. He tilted his head just enough for the streetlight to kiss his cheekbone. “Orders? Or are you just scared to get your hands dirty without someone holding your leash?”
The words slid under Taehyung’s skin like barbed wire. His retort never came...because movement near the back entrance caught his attention. A man slipped inside the club, fast, glancing once over his shoulder before vanishing into the dark.
“Wait...” Taehyung started, but the passenger door was already swinging open. Taemin was gone, boots splashing through a shallow puddle, tail a flicker of motion before he disappeared inside.
“Taemin!” Taehyung’s voice was a growl that vibrated in his chest. Rage boiled up hot, sharp...reckless omega, always acting first, thinking second.
He shoved his door open and followed.
Inside, the pounding bass swallowed everything, a pulse that rattled through bone and blood. The crowd was thick, bodies pressed close, perfume and sweat heavy in the air. Flashing lights carved the room into fragments of shadow and color.
Taehyung pushed through, eyes scanning, until he caught sight of Taemin weaving between dancers. The omega’s focus was sharp, locked on the mark threading deeper into the throng. Taehyung forced his way after him, but in the chaos of strobe lights and twisting bodies, the man vanished.
Taemin cursed under his breath. “Shit.”
That was when Taehyung’s hand closed like iron around his wrist.
Before Taemin could snap something clever, he was being yanked through the crowd, stumbling once as the alpha’s grip hauled him toward the back. The restroom door slammed open, and then shut hard, the lock clicking into place.
The bass outside dulled to a muffled throb. The air inside was colder, sharper...sterile tile, dim lights, a faint echo.
And then Taemin’s back was against the wall, breath knocked out of him by the sheer force of Taehyung pinning him there.
Taehyung caged him in, palm flat against his chest, fury burning through his eyes. His breath came ragged, shoulders tight, every line of him vibrating with the effort not to shake the omega.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, rough-edged. His hand slid up, fingers gripping Taemin’s jaw, tilting his face up until their mouths were a breath apart. “Running in alone? You could’ve gotten yourself hurt or killed.”
Taemin’s lips curved, pulse hammering beneath Taehyung’s hand. Despite the danger in his eyes, his voice was velvet-soft, taunting. “Maybe I just like watching you lose control.”
That smirk...sweet, defiant, infuriating...snapped the last thread of Taehyung’s restraint.
He crushed his mouth against Taemin’s.
It wasn’t a kiss...it was a collision. Teeth clashing, tongues tangling in a furious, desperate fight. Taemin gasped against it, nails raking across Taehyung’s chest, dragging him closer instead of pushing him away. Their breaths came hot and sharp, swallowed into each other’s mouths.
Taehyung growled, hand fisting in Taemin’s blonde hair, yanking his head back to deepen the kiss. Taemin bit his lower lip in retaliation, drawing a copper tang of blood, and Taehyung only pressed harder, devouring him.
The bathroom stall shuddered as Taemin’s back hit it, the big alpha pressing his full weight into him, thigh wedged between his legs. The omega’s answering groan vibrated against Taehyung’s tongue, a sound that only fueled the violence of the kiss.
When they finally tore apart, both of them were breathing hard, lips swollen, spit-slick. Their foreheads pressed together, sweat beading at their temples.
Taehyung’s voice came out rough, guttural. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
Taemin’s answering laugh was low, wicked, breathless. “You'll survive.”
But neither moved away.
The air between them hummed, sharp and dangerous, the heat of their bodies pressed close enough to burn.
A sharp knock rattled the bathroom door.
“Everything okay in there?” a muffled voice called.
Taehyung’s jaw flexed, his dark eyes snapping toward the door. He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand down his face as if to wipe away the fire still burning in his chest. Taemin, cheeks still flushed from the collision of heat and frustration, straightened, adjusting his jacket as if nothing had happened...but his pulse was loud enough that he could feel it in his ears.
“Yeah… yeah, all good,” Taemin replied, voice teasing, playful, but threaded with the electricity that still lingered between them. His smirk was sharp, dangerous, daring.
Taehyung shoved the door open, shoving Taemin lightly but firmly ahead of him. “Move,” he muttered, low and controlled, though every step of restraint was obvious in the tense set of his shoulders.
The club swallowed them again, bass reverberating through bone, lights flickering across sweating bodies, the air thick with perfume and heat. They moved together through the crowd...close, brushing shoulders, hips almost touching...each aware of the lingering spark between them. The world outside that little bubble didn’t exist; all that existed was the friction coiling tight between the alpha and omega.
Finally, the door to the night air opened, and they stepped out into the wet coolness. The alley smelled of rain, asphalt, and neon reflection. The SUV waited, engine humming like a low heartbeat. Taemin slid into the passenger seat, careful to avoid Taehyung’s glare but not moving too far from the invisible line that still pulled them together. His finger flicked nervously, betraying the fire still thrumming in him.
Taehyung’s hands tightened around the wheel, knuckles white. His jaw flexed, tension rolling off him in waves that Taemin could feel across the small space between them. “You’re insane, princess,” he muttered, low, almost a growl, his voice rough around the edges.
Taemin’s grin was slow, deliberate, dangerous. “And yet, you still follow me,” he said, letting the words linger, tasting them like a dare.
The SUV was quiet, but the air was thick...charged, electric. Every movement, every glance between them was sharp, loaded with unspoken desire. The hum of the engine, the faint drizzle against the windshield, and the smell of rain and asphalt outside only intensified the tension.
Taemin’s fingers brushed lightly against the door handle, then his own thigh, restless and tight. He didn’t move closer, didn’t break the line of unspoken challenge, but the electricity was tangible, stretching the space between them like a taut wire.
Taehyung’s dark eyes flicked toward him once, lingering just long enough for a shiver to run down Taemin’s spine. His jaw flexed again, and he turned his attention back to the street, but the corner of his mouth lifted in a tight, controlled line...restraint and desire warring visibly across his features.
Neither spoke for a moment. Neither needed to. The space between them hummed, alive, a fuse smoldering, each aware that the tension could ignite with the smallest spark...but for now, they were trapped in it, side by side, the night pressing around them, the alley and the SUV a crucible for the storm they refused to name.
The city moved on outside, oblivious, but inside the SUV, nothing existed except them...their friction, their mutual defiance, and the knowledge that this was far from over.
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The bathroom door clicked shut behind Jungkook, steam clinging faintly to his hair and damp skin. He paused in the doorway of the nest, taking in the soft, golden glow of the nightlight and the sight of Jimin nestled in the blankets. His omega still glistened faintly from his shower, shirtless, tiny black cotton panties hugging his hips as he rubbed moisturizer over his soft, round belly. Each motion was careful, tender, almost reverent, as if honoring the life growing inside him. His long hair tumbled over his shoulders, damp and shining, catching the light in waves.
Two pups slept soundly in their own beds, breathing evenly, unaware of the quiet, intimate moment unfolding in the center of the room. Jimin sighed softly, flopping back gently into the nest, burrowing into the blankets, continuing to caress his belly with a serene smile tugging at his lips.
“I just…love being pregnant,” Jimin murmured, voice soft and dreamy, a warm glow radiating from his words. His fingers traced gentle circles over the swell of his belly, rubbing in the moisturizer with a careful, almost reverent touch. The soft hum of the house around them seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Jungkook’s chest tightened at the sight, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his throat. Steam from his own shower still clung to his damp hair, droplets sliding down his sculpted shoulders, catching the light of the night lamp. He crawled onto the nest wearing only his underwear, kneeling over Jimin, hands settling possessively on either side of the omega, the weight of him grounding yet tender.
“And I love getting you pregnant,” he murmured, voice husky, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Jimin’s lips. The kiss was slow, deliberate, a claiming that carried warmth, desire, and protection all at once. His hands splayed gently across Jimin’s sides, fingertips grazing the soft skin of his belly, feeling the subtle curves and the life growing within.
Jimin shivered slightly at the touch, his breath catching in a happy, delicate gasp. He leaned further into Jungkook, tilting his head up to meet the alpha’s gaze, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. “You always know exactly what to say,” he whispered, voice husky, breath warm against Jungkook’s lips. A soft giggle escaped him, light and filled with contentment, as his fingers traced absent patterns along Jungkook’s shoulders and arms.
Jungkook’s lips curved into a slow, possessive smile, brushing a kiss along Jimin’s jaw, nuzzling the damp strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “Every day, I notice you,” he murmured, voice low, almost a growl. “The way you care for yourself… for me… for our pups… for our family. You’re perfect, Jimin. So delicate, and yet… so strong.”
Jimin leaned into the alpha’s chest, heart swelling at the words, fingers clutching lightly at Jungkook’s shoulders. “You're making me blush,” he whispered, voice trembling slightly with warmth. “I love being pregnant…and I love that you love it too.”
Jungkook smirked, brushing a hand over Jimin’s belly, fingertips tracing lazy circles over the smooth skin. “Speaking of perfect little pups…Jaehyun did amazing today.”
Jimin’s expression softened, fingers drifting to cover Jungkook’s hand, pressing gently. “I know… first day of preschool, and he was so brave. Just smiled, and went to his seat, ready to learn. I thought he’d be nervous, but he wasn’t at all.”
“I saw it,” Jungkook said, voice low and possessive, thumb brushing gentle circles over Jimin’s skin. “He was a brave little alpha...and the way he was with Jaeha. Brought tears to my eyes. My boy...I'm so proud of him.”
Jimin tilted his head, brushing soft kisses over Jungkook’s jaw, a warm smile tugging at his lips. “You were so protective. I half expected you to swoop in and intimidate every other parent,” he teased, voice playful, soft warmth threading through every word.
Jungkook chuckled low, leaning down so their foreheads touched, nose brushing against Jimin’s. “Maybe I wanted to,” he murmured, letting his breath warm the curve of Jimin’s neck. “Making sure no one bothers my pup...that’s my job.”
Jimin shivered at the closeness, curling deeper against the alpha, one hand tracing the strong line of Jungkook’s chest. “I love seeing you with him,” he whispered. “The way you reassured him… made him feel safe. I…I’m proud of him. Proud of us.”
Jungkook pressed a possessive kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, teeth grazing the damp strands of hair at his forehead, lingering. “And I’ll always be here,” he murmured, voice low, thick with promise. “For you… for him… for us. Always.”
Jimin let out a soft, contented sigh, curling fully into Jungkook’s chest, hands clutching at his broad shoulders. “I love that…seeing you with him, seeing you love us. It makes everything feel… complete.”
“And you make everything feel like home,” Jungkook murmured, tightening his arms around Jimin, gaze dark, warm, and protective. “I notice it all…every little thing you do. You’re perfect, Jimin. My mate. My family.”
Jimin giggled softly, brushing a playful hand over Jungkook’s chest. “Flattery now? Careful, I might start expecting it all the time.”
Jungkook growled, deep and low, lips brushing the side of Jimin’s neck, warm and possessive. “Then you’ll get it. Always.”
Jimin tilted his head, brushing a kiss along the alpha’s collarbone, smirk in his eyes. “I could get used to that,” he murmured.
“And you will,” Jungkook promised, pressing a lingering kiss to Jimin’s temple, letting the scent of his own shower mix with the soft, sweet warmth of Jimin’s skin. “Every day. Forever.”
They stayed like that, wrapped together in the quiet warmth of the nest, the house calm, Jaehyun’s first day of preschool behind them, the pups sleeping soundly, and their little world full...full of pride, love, and the steady, unspoken bond that held them together. Every heartbeat, every gentle touch, every whisper of breath reminded them that this...this small, perfect moment...was theirs, and theirs alone.
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The next night, in the same spot, the SUV idled in the dark alley behind the club, shadows pressing against the vehicle like a silent audience. Neon lights from the street flickered faintly through the grime on the windows, barely illuminating the two figures inside.
Taemin Lee tightened his jacket around his shoulders, eyes flicking toward the street. “I don't know why Jackson insisted on you doing this with me. I don't need your help. I work better alone."
Taehyung Kim’s jaw flexed. “You? Alone? Please. I’m just here to make sure you don’t screw something up. You almost did last night.”
Taemin’s lips twitched. “Says the guy who’s never seen an omega survive on his own for more than ten minutes without getting in trouble.”
“I get the job done,” Taehyung snapped, eyes narrowing in the dim light. “Not like some omegas who overthink every shadow and noise.”
“Overthink? I think, alpha, that’s called intelligence. You should try it sometime.”
The alpha leaned back, letting the shadows cloak his smirk. “Intelligence doesn’t save you from mistakes, princess. Precision does. Something you clearly wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh, I understand just fine,” Taemin retorted, voice clipped. “I understand that you’re loud, annoying, and entirely insufferable. And yet, here you are, breathing down my neck in a car that smells like leather and arrogance.”
Taehyung’s dark eyes flicked toward him, jaw tightening. “Keep talking. I might actually enjoy watching you make a fool of yourself while thinking you’re clever.”
Taemin’s eyes twitched, but he didn’t back down. “Funny. I was just thinking the same about you. Except I’d get to watch you lose control over your ego for once.”
A long silence fell, broken only by the hum of the engine and the distant bass from the club. Both of them shifted, each aware of how close they were in the confined space, every glance, every subtle movement charged with tension neither could afford to admit.
“You know,” Taehyung finally said, voice low, clipped, “sitting here next to you makes me realize how much of a pain in the ass you are.”
Taemin’s ears burned, and he clenched his hands in his lap. “Pain in the ass? Me? Please. If anything, you’re the one with the problem. Glaring and grunting.”
“Glaring?” Taehyung’s tone was sharp, controlled, but his chest tightened. “I’m watching. Always watching. Unlike some omegas who forget there’s a world outside their little bubble.”
“World outside my bubble? I’m fully aware of the world. Unlike some alpha types who can’t go two minutes without trying to control something...or knot someone,” Taemin snapped, cheeks flushed.
The air shifted, charged, as their words became a spark igniting something deeper. Taemin’s pulse throbbed, heat coiling low in his belly, and before he could think, he lunged across the console, straddling Taehyung’s lap instead of brushing casually against him.
The alpha stiffened for a fraction of a second, surprise flashing across his dark eyes, before a growl rumbled low in his chest. Taehyung’s hands shot up, gripping Taemin’s hips, dragging him closer across the center console until there was no space left between them. The leather scraped beneath them, the engine’s hum vibrating under their thighs, but Taemin didn’t care...couldn’t care.
The kiss was explosive, tongues colliding, teeth nipping, lips claiming. Taemin whimpered, pressing fully against Taehyung, hips brushing insistently against the hardness straining through his pants. The confined SUV amplified every moan, every ragged inhale, every groan.
Hands tore at clothing. Taehyung’s fingers were ruthless, yanking Taemin’s jeans and lacy panties down in one swift motion, leaving him bare, trembling, and exposed against the alpha. The sweet scent of his slick...the heat pooling, desperate...made Taehyung’s chest tighten with need.
Taemin’s hands shook, but determination flared as he returned the favor, undoing Taehyung’s pants and dragging them down to reveal the long, thick, eager length straining toward him. A shudder ran through him at the sight, heat pooling low in anticipation.
With a shuddering breath, Taemin positioned himself, sliding slowly down onto Taehyung’s cock. He bottomed out fully, the knot at the base pressing insistently, a tight, possessive claim that made him gasp. Taehyung’s hands clamped on Taemin’s hips, guiding him, controlling the pace with a rough, hungry precision.
Taemin moaned, nails digging into Taehyung’s broad shoulders as he began to move with deliberate, teasing slowness, savoring the fullness, the stretch, the undeniable dominance pressing into him. “Ah…Taehyung…so big…” His voice broke under the strain, breath coming in ragged gasps.
Taehyung growled, teeth grazing Taemin’s neck as he thrust upward, deep, hard, marking him with every motion. “Fuck...so tight for me, princess,” he murmured, voice low, rough, possessive. “Mine…”
Taemin’s hips bucked instinctively, matching Taehyung’s rhythm, grinding down, desperate, slick heat coating them both. His cries grew louder, raw and needy. “Yes… yes! Don’t stop! I’m yours!”
They moved together in steady rhythm, skin slapping against skin, letting every inch of connection sink in...the wet, warm friction, the delicious stretch of the knot pressing inside him. Every drag of Taehyung’s hips drew whimpers and growls, lips colliding in messy, needy kisses.
The pace grew faster, hips slamming together with fierce urgency. Teeth nipped at skin, tongues clashed, and gasps and growls mingled into a raw, chaotic symphony. Sweat slicked their bodies, making every movement hotter, more desperate. The knot pressed insistently, locking them in a possessive embrace that made each thrust sharper, each moan louder, echoing in the room.
“Taemin… gonna… come hard for you, princess,” Taehyung rasped, voice thick with need, thrusts deep and full. The knot swelled further, anchoring him, claiming Taemin in a way that left no room for escape.
“Y-yeah?… Me too… please… harder…” Taemin cried, chest heaving, body trembling and shivering as the overwhelming pleasure built to a peak, knot pressed so perfectly against him it sent lightning down his spine.
Finally, the release hit. A shared, shuddering explosion rolled through them, muscles spasming, breath ragged and uneven. Taehyung roared, the knot swelling fully and locking, holding them together as their bodies quaked, utterly fused in heat and need. Taemin clung to him, soft whimpers spilling past parted lips, sweat and slick blending with the lingering scent of leather, whiskey, caramel apples, and sex.
When the tremors subsided, Taehyung eased, pressing Taemin close. The knot loosened gradually but still lingered as a reminder of their connection. Fingers traced over his back, through his hair, and along his sides, grounding him after the frenzy. Taemin melted into the touch, shivering, chest rising and falling, heart still racing, completely marked, completely claimed.
“You’re finally mine, baby,” Taehyung murmured low, teeth grazing Taemin’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Don’t forget it.”
Taemin whimpered, pressing into the warmth of him, feeling the steady, possessive heartbeat beneath his chest. “Only yours,” he breathed, voice trembling but certain.
They lay entwined, breaths slowing, bodies slick and tangled, savoring the lingering heat and closeness. Every so often, Taehyung’s lips brushed over Taemin’s jawline, hair, and shoulder...each kiss possessive, claiming, yet tender enough to ground him.
Finally, Taehyung’s voice dropped to a whisper, smooth and low, carrying a weight of longing and certainty: “I knew…the first time I saw you in that club…you were mine. My mate. I’ve been waiting for this, for you, ever since.”
Taemin froze for a moment, warmth blooming anew across his chest, pressing closer to Taehyung’s as he whispered, “So did I. I… I don’t know why I was fighting it so hard. I’m yours. Always.”
Taehyung tightened his arms around him, forehead pressing to his, a low, satisfied growl vibrating in his chest. “Good…because no one else will ever have you,” he said, voice thick with possessiveness and relief, pulling Taemin even closer.
The city outside continued unaware, neon lights flickering over their sweat-slicked, tangled bodies, but inside the SUV, nothing existed except them, the lingering scent of their passion, and the unspoken promise that this was only the beginning.
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The next night, the same alley, the same idling SUV, the same pretense of a stakeout...it had already become ritual. But tonight, neither of them even pretended to pay attention to the street. Taemin’s hands tangled in Taehyung’s hair the moment the door clicked shut, lips crashing together in a desperate, hungry kiss. Teeth grazed lips, tongues tangled, and every inch of skin that brushed against the other sent shivers down spines. They were practically devouring each other in the confined space, every touch escalating, igniting sparks that made the air between them thick with heat.
Taehyung didn’t hesitate. His hands gripped Taemin’s hips, tugging him down onto his lap. The knot pressed fully, swelling and locking them together as Taemin gasped, chest heaving. They moved slowly at first, savoring every inch, letting the knot anchor them in that intimate, possessive connection. The rhythm was deliberate, every drag, twist, and grind a reminder of the claim Taehyung had on him.
But slow wasn’t enough for long. The pace quickened, long, deep thrusts, grinding hips, twisting bodies pressed together as lips collided, teeth grazed, and moans and low growls echoed through the SUV’s enclosed space. Sweat slicked their skin, mixing with the heat pooling low, knot pressing insistently, holding them together in a way that was more than physical...it was possessive, marking, irrevocable.
By the end of that night, they were spent...sweat and cum coating slick, trembling bodies, hearts hammering in tandem. Taehyung pressed his forehead to Taemin’s, murmuring possessive, low words into his hair, jawline, neck, while Taemin clung to him, soft whimpers escaping, body shivering against the alpha’s. When they finally pulled apart, it wasn’t separation...it was a promise, a silent contract that they would meet again.
The night after that, the fire between them broke even faster. No teasing, no slow buildup, no patience. The second the SUV door closed, they were pressed together, teeth grazing, tongues tangling, bodies grinding together slick with sweat before either could draw a breath. Taemin’s hands roamed, kneading muscles and holding Taehyung as if letting go would make him vanish, while Taehyung’s knot pressed deep and insistent, anchoring them in an inescapable claim.
The rhythm was frantic, desperate...multiple waves of pleasure crashing over them one after the other, body and body, shiver after shiver, breathless, moans swallowed by growls. Every thrust drove them closer, every drag and roll of their hips binding them together, marking, claiming. The engine hummed softly beneath them, city lights flickered against the windows, but neither noticed. There was only heat, slick skin, knot swelling, bodies fused in fire and possession.
By the end of those nights, they were burned into each other’s skin. Scent, sweat, and heat mingled, lingering like an invisible mark no one else could touch. The knot remained swollen, a reminder of the intensity, of the claim that had been cemented, while outside the world went on, unaware. Inside the SUV, a fire had been ignited that neither would let fade. Every glance in the dim neon, every brush of fingers, every whispered, possessive word reinforced it: this was no longer just desire. It was claiming. It was possession. And it was irrevocably theirs.
Chapter 56
Summary:
Will Jackson let Taemin and Taehyung be together?
Notes:
This chapter focuses mostly on Taemin and Taehyung.
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Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The SUV pulled up in front of the Wang mansion, its headlights cutting briefly across the wrought-iron gates before flicking off. The hum of the engine died, but inside, neither of them moved right away.
Taehyung leaned across the console, catching Taemin’s chin in his hand, and their lips collided once more. What was meant to be a simple goodnight turned hungry almost instantly...tongues tangling, breaths quickening, Taemin’s soft whimpers swallowed by Taehyung’s growls. Fingers dug into fabric and hair, clutching like neither wanted to let go.
When Taemin finally pulled back, panting, his lips were swollen and red, eyes glassy in the faint glow of the dashboard lights. “If we keep doing this, I’ll never get out of the car,” he whispered, though he made no move to leave Taehyung’s side.
Taehyung smirked, leaning in again, burying his face in the curve of Taemin’s neck. His breath came hot and heavy, and then he inhaled deeply before dragging his scent across Taemin’s throat, chest, and collarbone. The sharp, intoxicating mix of leather and whiskey clung instantly to Taemin’s skin, seeping into his shirt, his hair, his very being.
“Taehyung...” Taemin gasped, shivering as the alpha’s tongue and teeth grazed his scent gland, marking him so thoroughly there would be no hiding it. “God, you’re...ah...you’re worse than a dog pissing on a fire hydrant.”
Taehyung chuckled against his throat, low and dangerous. “Call it what you want, princess. But when you walk into that mansion, every single one of them is going to know you’re mine.” His arms tightened around Taemin, voice dropping into a husky growl. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to smell you. Only me.”
Taemin laughed breathlessly, though it came out shaky, his body betraying the way he leaned into it. “You and your damn territory…you’ve basically painted me in it.” He smirked faintly, though the flush in his cheeks betrayed how much he liked it.
Taehyung pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, a feral satisfaction glinting in his dark gaze. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted.”
For a long moment, they stayed tangled together, Taemin smelling so thickly of leather and whiskey it was dizzying. When Taemin finally slipped out of the SUV, his lips were still swollen, his neck littered with faint bruises, his shirt rumpled. He shot Taehyung one last teasing look over his shoulder. “Sweet dreams, alpha. Don’t get jealous if someone else smells me.”
Taehyung growled low, eyes following him until he disappeared into the mansion. “Try me.”
The mansion was dark when Taemin slipped inside, closing the heavy door quietly behind him. He thought he’d make it to his room without trouble, still flushed and covered in Taehyung’s scent. But the moment he rounded the corner of the hall, he froze.
Someone was waiting.
“Where the fuck have you been all night?” The voice came sharp, low, and angry.
Jaebum stepped from the shadows, arms folded, jaw tight. Jackson’s capo. The alpha's eyes glinted in the dim light, narrowing as they swept over Taemin.
Taemin groaned inwardly, rolling his eyes as he started down the hall. “Stakeout,” he muttered flatly, not bothering to look back. His voice carried the edge of annoyance, like always when the alpha cornered him.
Heavy footsteps followed. Jaebum’s presence pressed close, suffocating. “You smell like an alpha,” he growled, voice rising with fury.
Taemin ignored him, kept walking, chin high. His body still hummed with Taehyung’s scent...rich leather and whiskey soaked into his skin, his hair, his clothes. It was thick, deliberate, impossible to hide.
Suddenly, Jaebum’s hand shot out. He grabbed Taemin’s arm roughly and slammed him against the wall, the impact jolting a sharp gasp of pain from his lips.
“Ah...!” Taemin’s chest heaved as he tried to twist away, but Jaebum’s grip was iron.
The alpha’s other hand clamped down hard on Taemin’s wrist, twisting it until the blood flow cut off. Pain exploded through his arm, and he cried out, struggling, nails clawing at Jaebum’s hold.
“Look at me when I talk to you!” Jaebum roared, voice cracking with possessive fury. His hot breath fanned across Taemin’s face, his eyes wild.
“Fuck you!” Taemin spat, his voice breaking with both pain and defiance. He kicked, shoved, anything to pry himself free, but Jaebum only twisted harder. “You don’t own me!”
The words rang out, sharp and fierce in the darkened hall, echoing off the mansion walls.
Jaebum’s grip tightened cruelly, his face inches from Taemin’s. His eyes blazed with feral obsession, spit flying with every ragged word. “You belong to me,” he snarled, voice low but shaking with fury, like it was an undeniable truth carved into stone.
Taemin flinched at the sheer force of his growl but lifted his chin, fire flashing in his eyes despite the pain twisting up his arm. “You’re fucking insane,” he spat, voice sharp and dripping with disgust. “There’s never been anything between us, Jaebum. Nothing.”
Jaebum’s lip curled, his fingers digging harder into Taemin’s wrist until the omega whimpered, biting back a cry. His scent poured out hot and sour...jealous, possessive, desperate...as he loomed closer.
“I can smell his cum still dripping from you. You don’t get to walk around here smelling like someone else’s alpha,” Jaebum hissed, his words vibrating with rage. “Not when you should be mine.”
Taemin’s heart hammered, but his defiance didn’t falter. “I’ll never be yours,” he snapped, voice cracking with fury. “Not now. Not ever.”
For a moment, silence stretched...thick, brittle. Then Jaebum’s hand flew.
The slap cracked loud against the stillness of the mansion, head snapping Taemin’s face to the side. His cheek stung, skin blazing with the sudden strike, and his breath hitched in shock.
He staggered, his body colliding with the wall, but adrenaline flared hot and fast. He tore himself free with a sharp jerk, ignoring the sharp pulse of pain in his wrist and the fire on his cheek.
“You bastard!” Taemin choked, eyes glistening as he shoved past him, sprinting down the hall. His boots slapping against the cold marble, his pulse wild in his throat.
“Taemin!” Jaebum’s voice roared behind him, feral and echoing down the corridors.
But Taemin didn’t stop. He ran until he reached his room, slammed the heavy door shut, and twisted the lock with shaking hands. His chest heaved, ears ringing, cheek throbbing from the slap. The scent of leather and whiskey still clung to him, clashing violently with Jaebum’s bitter rage outside.
For a moment, he stood frozen, forehead pressed to the wood, hands trembling. Then his knees buckled, sliding down until he sat on the floor, breath shallow, heart hammering. He was safe..at least for now...but Jaebum’s words still rang in his ears, dark and suffocating.
Taemin sat on the floor with his back to the door, knees pulled up, wrist throbbing where Jaebum had twisted it. His cheek still burned from the slap, the sting echoing through his bones. He pressed his hand over it, but it did nothing to quiet the ache.
His breaths came shallow, quick, the adrenaline still running hot through his veins. Slowly, the reality sank in. Jaebum had crossed a line. A line he’d been toeing for weeks, maybe longer.
Taemin squeezed his eyes shut, frustration and fear tangling in his chest. He’s been worse lately… more pushy.
Always showing up wherever I am. Always acting like he has some kind of claim.
He thought back on the lingering stares, the way Jaebum always seemed to insert himself at his side, brushing too close, speaking too familiar. At first, it had been annoying. But lately…lately, it had curdled into something darker.
Obsessed, Taemin thought bitterly, chest tightening. He’s obsessed. And he’s not even trying to hide it anymore.
He shuddered, curling his fingers tighter into his palm until his nails bit his skin. Taehyung’s scent still clung to him, heavy and grounding...leather and whiskey, strong enough to choke out Jaebum’s sour stench...but it made things worse in a way too. Because Jaebum had noticed. Because Jaebum was furious. Because now…he was dangerous.
Taemin buried his face against his knees, willing the tears not to fall, forcing his body to be still even as it shook. He hated that Jaebum could get under his skin like this, hated that he felt cornered in his own home.
But more than anything, he hated the way Jaebum’s voice still echoed in his head, low and possessive:
You belong to me.
Taemin’s lips twisted into a trembling whisper, muffled against his knees. “Over my dead body.”
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The morning light spilling through the Wang mansion’s tall windows did nothing to soften Taemin’s reflection in the mirror. His cheek was mottled and swollen, the bruise spreading down his jawline in a sickly bloom of violet and green. His wrist, wrapped hastily in bandages, pulsed with a deep ache that throbbed in time with his heartbeat. He touched it gingerly, winced, and let his hand fall away. No amount of adjusting his hair or pulling up the collar of his shirt would hide what had been done to him.
By the time he reached Jackson’s office, every step carried the weight of last night...Jaebum’s hand striking his face, the iron grip around his wrist, the furious look in his eyes. Taemin’s chest felt tight, but his expression was carved from stone. He couldn’t afford to show fear. Not here. Not to Jackson.
He knocked once, then pushed the door open without waiting for permission.
Jackson looked up from a stack of papers, his expression tired until his eyes landed on Taemin. In an instant, exhaustion bled into shock. His chair scraped back sharply as he shot to his feet, the muscles in his jaw flexing hard. “Taemin? What the…” His voice cracked, harsher than he meant. “What the hell happened to you?”
Taemin stood stiff in the doorway, shoulders squared, refusing to shrink beneath Jackson’s stare. “Jaebum,” he said flatly. The name dropped like a stone in water.
Jackson froze mid-stride, disbelief flickering across his face before it curdled into fury. “Jaebum did this?” His voice was a low growl now, dangerous.
Taemin stepped further into the office and closed the door behind him with a soft click that felt deafening in the silence. His throat tightened, but he forced the words out steady. “He thinks he has some kind of claim on me. Cornered me in the hallway last night after I came back from the stakeout with Taehyung.” Taemin lifted his bruised wrist, showing the ugly truth written across his skin. “He thinks he’s my alpha. When I told him no...when I refused him...he got physical.”
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Jackson’s fists curled at his sides, his nostrils flaring with each breath. His gaze swept over Taemin’s face, then his wrist, then back again, sharp and assessing, as though cataloguing every mark Jaebum had left. His voice, when it came, was quiet but lethal. “He put his hands on you? My capo raised a hand to you?”
Taemin’s eyes burned, though he refused to let the tears fall. He managed one stiff nod. “He’s delusional, Jackson. Obsessed. He won’t stop.”
Jackson dragged a hand down his face, pacing once behind his desk like a caged animal. The veins in his neck stood out, his fury barely leashed. Finally, he turned, eyes like cold steel. “He crossed the line. Nobody touches you. Not in this house. Not ever.”
The vow hung in the air, sharp as broken glass.
Jackson slammed his palm down on the edge of the desk, rattling the pens and papers, as if striking at the thought of Jaebum himself. His voice was lower when he spoke again, colder, measured with intent. “He’ll pay for this. I don’t care if he’s been with me for years. Nobody lays a hand on you and walks away breathing easy.”
But then, as quickly as it had flared, his anger pulled back into something grim and calculating. He exhaled through his nose, gaze cutting away. “It’ll have to wait until after dinner tonight. Jungkook and his mate are coming to discuss the club business, and I can’t let this mess overshadow the meeting. But once they’re gone…” His gaze snapped back to Taemin, hard as a blade’s edge. “After that, Jaebum answers to me.”
Taemin’s chest tightened at the promise, both a relief and a fresh spark of dread. He shifted, forcing himself to stay focused, his voice quieter now. “During the stakeout, Taehyung and I only ever saw one guy the entire time we were on surveillance. He went inside, but we lost track quick. Seemed like a small fry. I highly doubt any big mafia connections.”
Jackson’s shoulders eased slightly, though his fury still lingered beneath the surface. He nodded once. “Yeah. I figured as much, but I wanted to be on the safe side.”
His gaze lingered on Taemin then, softening just enough to show the man beneath the boss. His eyes took in the bruises again, the tense set of Taemin’s shoulders, the way he carried himself as if daring anyone to call him weak. Jackson’s voice dropped, more measured now. “You did good work out there. Better than some of the alphas under me, that’s for damn sure.” He paused, his lips pressing into a thin line before his tone hardened once more. “Now let me handle this mess inside the house. You won’t have to deal with Jaebum again.”
For the first time since the night before, Taemin let himself breathe.
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The mansion doors opened, letting in the chill evening air as Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung stepped inside. The grand hallway stretched before them, polished marble gleaming under the chandelier light, but Taehyung’s attention snapped instantly to the dining room ahead.
His gaze landed on Taemin.
Every instinct in him went feral. His omega’s face was bruised, swollen, timid, the light in his eyes dimmed by fear. His body seemed smaller somehow, curled in on itself, like he was bracing for the next strike. And there, just behind him, stood a big alpha...not bigger than Taehyung though.
This must be Jaebum, Taehyung thought. Jackson’s capo.
Taehyung’s blood boiled. He saw the alpha hovering over Taemin, posture aggressive, eyes sharp and possessive. He put two and two together in a heartbeat. This alpha had put his fucking hands on my mate.
Taehyung moved before he could even think, strides long, purposeful, burning with fury. The scrape of his boots against marble echoed like thunder.
“Taehyung, what the hell are you...” Jungkook’s voice rang briefly in his ear, but he didn’t stop.
Jaebum’s eyes snapped to him, narrowing. He shifted forward, chest puffing up in a silent challenge, his hand brushing Taemin’s shoulder like a warning.
That was the last straw.
In a heartbeat, he grabbed Jaebum by the neck and slammed him into the wall with a brutal force that rattled the frames hanging above. Both Taemin and Jimin screamed, their voices piercing Taehyung’s rage like sparks to tinder.
“You put your filthy fucking hands on my mate and bruised his flesh!” Taehyung screamed into Jaebum’s face, teeth bared, eyes wild with a predator’s fury.
Then he unleashed everything. Punch after punch, shove after shove, his anger spilling over in a storm of violence. Jaebum barely had time to react before Taehyung’s fists landed with precision and raw force. Every yelp, every cry from the alpha only fueled him further. Arms tried to pull him off, people shouted for him to stop, but Taehyung was unstoppable.
The room was chaos…shouts, grunts, the sound of bodies colliding. Plates rattled on the long dining table. Taemin’s panicked sobs and Jimin’s sharp calls for him to stop seemed distant in Taehyung’s ears, drowned out by the ferocity of his need to protect his omega.
Then…a gunshot cracked sharply through the air. The room froze, heads whipping toward the ceiling. All at once, the panic hit anew, every movement frozen.
"Taehyung. Stand down. Now." Jungkook growled, low and lethal.
Taehyung’s chest heaved, fury still raging, as he saw Jungkook standing firm, holding Jimin tightly against his chest, one arm wrapped protectively around his mate. Jungkook’s other hand held the gun steady as a single round fired into the ceiling, the sharp echo silencing the chaos instantly.
“Everyone’s got two seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on here before I get really angry,” Jungkook barked, eyes scanning the room like a hawk. His grip on Jimin tightened slightly, both a shield and a warning.
Taehyung’s fury didn’t vanish, but it steadied slightly as his gaze swung back to Taemin. The moment he saw his omega’s trembling form, the fear and relief mingling in those wide eyes, his heart thumped hard. He released Jaebum, grabbing Taemin gently by the arms and guiding him toward himself. His hands, strong and protective, were a tether. “It’s okay, baby…it’s okay,” he murmured, voice low, husky, grounding. “You’re safe now.”
Taemin’s body pressed into him, still shaking, and Taehyung’s arms wrapped around him protectively, the scent of leather and whiskey clinging even stronger as if to mark his mate in front of the entire room. Taehyung pressed his lips to Taemin’s hair, chest heaving, but his voice stayed soft. “No one’s ever touching you again. Not while I breathe.”
Jungkook’s gaze softened fractionally, still sharp and commanding as he held Jimin close. He didn’t lower his gun yet. He kept it trained on Jaebum, who now sagged against the wall, bruised, beaten, and coughing.
The room hung in tense silence, every muscle coiled, every gaze sharp. Taehyung’s chest heaved as he held Taemin tightly, shielding him with a feral intensity, his hands clamped protectively around the omega’s arms and shoulders. He could feel Taemin trembling against him, small and fragile beneath his grasp, and it ignited something primal inside him...an unshakable need to protect what was his.
The sound of heavy, purposeful footsteps cut through the chaos. Jackson stepped forward, eyes scanning the scene: the bruised, panting Taemin pressed against Taehyung, the alpha still glaring daggers at the room, Jaebum slumped, beaten, and groaning against the wall. His brow furrowed as he processed the tableau.
“What the hell is going on here?” Jackson demanded, voice sharp and commanding. His gaze landed on Taehyung, who was still pressing Taemin close. “What do you mean he's your mate?”
Taehyung’s breathing was ragged, hot in the charged air, but his arms didn’t loosen. His eyes flicked up toward Jungkook, dark with frustration and an edge of warning. “He’s my mate,” he said, voice low, fierce, unwavering.
Jungkook’s jaw tensed, growl rumbling in his throat. “Since when?”
Taehyung’s eyes blazed. “Since last week…the first night of the stakeout.”
Jackson let out a long, resigned sigh, shaking his head slowly, taking in the weight of the revelation. “Right,” he muttered, voice carrying both authority and understanding. Then he turned to Jungkook, tone harder now. “Last night, when Taehyung brought Taemin home, Jaebum cornered him. Tried to force his attention on Taemin. Told him he was his mate…and no one else’s.”
Taehyung’s lips curled in a low, possessive growl, one that vibrated in his chest and echoed in the silence of the dining room. “He’s mine…my mate.”
Jaebum lifted his head, blood dripping from his split lip, swelling closing one eye. His body sagged against the wall, chest rising in ragged heaves, but still his growl rumbled low and defiant.
“He belongs to the Wangs,” he spat, scarlet flecking his teeth, glaring at Taehyung through the haze of bruises.
Taehyung’s head turned slowly, predator-like, eyes flashing as he tightened his hold on Taemin. His lips curled back, voice a feral snarl.
“He belongs to me.”
The weight of the declaration cracked the air in two, sharp and unyielding, reverberating through every heart in the room. Even the silence afterward seemed to bow beneath it.
Taemin whimpered softly, pressing closer into Taehyung, burying his face against his chest. His hands clutched at the alpha’s shirt, seeking the reassurance that had never felt so desperately necessary.
Jackson’s eyes softened as he looked at them, but he remained firm. “Yes…we can all see that,” he said quietly, almost to himself. Then he cleared his throat and continued, finishing the story for everyone present. “Jaebum became violent when Taemin rejected his advances. He struck him...bruised him...tried to make him bend to his will. I had planned to deal with Jaebum after dinner tonight, but clearly…things got out of hand.”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck flexing as he glared down at the beaten alpha. “He won’t touch him again,” he growled, low and threatening. “Not ever.”
Taemin pressed his face into Taehyung’s chest, fingers clutching the leather tightly, voice trembling as he whispered, “Don’t let go of me…ever.”
Taehyung’s chest tightened at the words, a low, feral growl rumbling in his throat. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the crown of Taemin’s hair, breathing him in.
“Never,” he promised, voice thick and raw with possessive intensity. “Not now, not ever. You’re mine, Taemin…and I’ll make sure no one ever lays a hand on you again.”
He shifted slightly, arms tightening, chest pressing against Taemin’s, grounding him, claiming him, shielding him.
Jungkook’s eyes softened fractionally as he watched the two, though he kept a protective tension in his shoulders. Jackson, still standing, gave a firm nod to everyone in the room. “Alright…everyone calm down. Let’s sort this properly before it escalates any further.”
But even as the words left Jackson’s lips, the atmosphere remained charged with unspoken promises, protective fury, and the unshakable claim that had already been made clear: Taemin belonged to Taehyung.
Jackson’s men moved quickly, authoritative and silent, as they guided Jaebum to a side hallway. The alpha resisted at first, growling and struggling, but the combined force of Jackson’s enforcers was too much. Within moments, Jaebum was locked securely in a room off the main hall, the door bolted and reinforced. Jackson’s gaze lingered on the locked door, ensuring the threat was contained. “He’ll stay there until I decide how to deal with him. Nobody lays hands on my people,” he said firmly.
With the immediate danger removed, Jackson gestured toward the grand dining table. The room was dimly lit by the chandelier above, casting warm light across polished wood. Plates had been set, wine glasses gleaming, but the tension in the air was palpable. One by one, they all took their seats.
Beside Jungkook, Jimin leaned into him, arms wrapped around Jungkook's bicep, head tucked against his chest. Jungkook held him gently, one arm resting gently on Jimin’s thigh, grounding him as well. The alpha’s calm strength was a stark contrast to the chaos Taehyung had just unleashed, and the alpha's behavior protecting his mate told Jungkook all he needed to know about their bond.
Instead of diving into club business, Jungkook’s gaze found Taemin and Taehyung immediately. They were still wrapped around each other, Taehyung’s protective hold a silent declaration of possession, while Taemin clung with both trust and relief. The moment was unmistakably intimate.
Jungkook leaned slightly forward, voice calm but firm. “Taemin…if you could choose to be with Taehyung freely, would you do it?”
Taemin blinked, glancing from Jungkook to the dark, feral eyes of his alpha holding him. His throat felt dry, chest tight, but when he looked up at Taehyung, he saw safety, warmth, and an unspoken promise in his gaze. His voice was small but steady. “Yes.”
Jungkook didn’t look away. He pressed further, eyes sharp, testing. “I’ll ask you again…would you leave this home for him? To be with him…to build another home with him? Because you see, Taehyung is a part of our family. Our family is the only family he has in this world. We won’t give him up for anyone.”
The weight of the words hung heavy in the air. Taemin’s fingers tightened around Taehyung’s arm, drawing closer instinctively. His lips trembled slightly as he swallowed hard, then whispered, voice raw and earnest, “Yes…I’d leave here today for him.”
Jungkook studied him for a long moment, eyes narrowing as if weighing the omega’s resolve, the bond he could see radiating between them. Finally, he gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, final and decisive.
He turned to Jackson, voice deliberate and measured. “How much?”
Jackson raised an eyebrow. “How much what?”
Jungkook’s gaze returned to the two entwined figures at the table. “How much for Taehyung and Taemin to be together? For Taemin to leave here…to come live with Taehyung at my mansion, to make a home with him?”
Jackson leaned back, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. He ran a hand down his face, eyes flicking between Jungkook, Taehyung, and Taemin. “Jungkook…you son of a bitch,” he muttered, a mixture of frustration and begrudging respect in his tone. “He’s my underboss…and a damn good one.”
Taehyung’s hold on Taemin tightened slightly, protective and possessive, while Taemin’s eyes sparkled faintly with a mix of fear, excitement, and hope. The room seemed to hold its breath, every eye on Jackson as the unspoken question hung in the air: would he make it possible for these two to have the future they clearly deserved?
Jackson’s lips pressed into a thin line. “If you want them together…then I only want one thing,” he said finally, voice low but unwavering.
Jungkook’s smirk was sharp, confident. “Name it.”
Taemin’s fingers brushed over Taehyung’s chest instinctively, a small, grateful sigh escaping his lips. He didn’t need words...the decision had already been made in his heart. And Taehyung, feeling his omega safe and claimed in a way that was finally official, pressed a possessive kiss to the top of his head, growling softly under his breath.
Jackson leaned back in his chair, the polished surface of the table reflecting the sharpness in his eyes. He folded his arms, letting the silence stretch, allowing Jungkook to feel the weight of the question in full. Across the room, Taehyung’s gaze never wavered from Taemin, who was curled tightly in his arms, still trembling slightly, lips pressed to the alpha’s chest. Every protective instinct flared quietly but visibly...the coiled, unyielding tension of a wolf who had finally found his mate. Taemin’s small hands clung to Taehyung’s leather-clad sides, fingers brushing against the warm, solid strength beneath, and the faint, hopeful light in his eyes spoke louder than words ever could.
“If you want them to leave here together,” Jackson said finally, his voice calm but deadly serious, slicing through the tension like a blade. “And you want me to release Taemin...” He tapped a finger against the table, slow and deliberate. “Then there’s one condition. I don’t want money. I don’t want your businesses. I just want him safe, treated right…fully taken care of. Every inch of him. Protection, guidance…everything he needs. No exceptions.”
Jungkook’s smirk returned, sharp and confident, the edge of calculation in his tone. “Consider it done,” he said without hesitation, voice steady and sure.
Jackson’s eyes flicked to Taehyung, narrowing slightly. “You take responsibility for him,” he said, low and firm, the weight of the words anchoring the room. “If anything happens to him…you answer to me. Every decision, every step, every ounce of care…all on you. No excuses. No exceptions. You want him? Then you own that responsibility. Understand?”
Taehyung’s jaw tightened instinctively, the muscles in his neck and arms flexing as he held Taemin closer. He pressed a possessive kiss to the top of his omega’s head, teeth grazing the soft skin, scent of leather and whiskey thick around them. His voice rumbled, low and dangerous, each word carrying the promise of feral protection. “I already do,” he growled. “He’s mine. My mate. Nothing happens to him while I’m around. I swear it.”
Jungkook’s eyes flicked between Taehyung and Jackson, sharp and assessing, like a blade weighing the edges of a choice. “Agreed,” he said finally, voice firm. “Taemin goes with Taehyung. Full responsibility. End of discussion.”
Jackson let out a long, measured breath, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “Good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You’re both strong enough to handle it, and remember...this is his choice in the end. He’s not a possession. He’s an omega with a mind of his own. If he chooses Taehyung…then it’s done.”
Taemin’s pulse hammered in his chest as he lifted his gaze from Jungkook to Taehyung, who held him with a mix of strength and tenderness that made the world feel smaller and safer all at once. His voice was barely more than a whisper, shaky but steady, brimming with relief and desire. “I choose him,” he said softly, eyes locking with Taehyung’s. “I want to be with him. I want to go with him…leave here and be with him.”
Taehyung’s arms tightened around him, a cage of warmth and dominance, possessive and final. Leather and whiskey clung to him, thick and unmistakable. He pressed a gentle, but firm, kiss to the top of Taemin’s head, murmuring, voice low, husky, and dangerous. “And you never leave my side again. Not for anyone. Not ever.”
Taemin pressed closer, heart hammering, body warming against the heat of his alpha, the tremors in his hands easing as he finally felt the promise in every solid inch of Taehyung’s frame.
Beside Jungkook, Jimin leaned against him, arms wrapped around Jungkook’s bicep, head resting against his chest. His breathing was calm, trusting, a mirror of Jungkook’s own steady heartbeat beneath him. Jungkook’s gaze softened as he watched Taehyung and Taemin, the undeniable bond, the claimed aura radiating from them. He felt satisfaction...not just in the arrangement, but in the knowledge that Taehyung was finally with his mate, finally with the one who was always meant to be his.
Jackson shook his head, a small, exasperated laugh escaping him. “Jungkook…you're a real ball buster. You really know how to get what you want,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Alright. They’re yours.”
Jungkook nodded once, satisfied, while Taehyung’s protective hold didn’t loosen an inch. He helped Taemin to his feet, pressing his hand to the small of his back, guiding him toward the door with a careful, possessive attention. Every step was deliberate, every movement ensuring Taemin felt completely safe.
As they walked toward Taemin's room, Taemin glanced over his shoulder at Jackson. “Thank you,” he whispered, soft but full of gratitude.
Jackson only nodded, letting a faint smile touch his lips. “Go. Make a home and life together. Keep each other safe. That’s all I ask.”
Taemin’s room was quiet, dimly lit by the faint glow of the city outside. The familiar surroundings felt strange now, hollow compared to the storm of emotions and adrenaline that had just passed. Taehyung stepped inside behind him, eyes immediately scanning every inch of Taemin’s small frame.
His gaze fell on the bruises still blooming across Taemin’s cheeks and jaw, the purpling marks on his wrists. Taehyung’s breath hitched, dark and low, a growl rumbling in his chest as his fingers brushed gently over each mark. One by one, he pressed his lips to them, lingering, slow, tender...but every kiss carried a warning.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, teeth grazing Taemin’s soft skin. His hands tightened in a possessive grip on Taemin’s shoulders, fingers digging in lightly, voice husky. “And the second someone lays a hand on you again…I’ll make them regret it.” He growled low, almost animalistic, thinking about Jaebum, the fury coiling tight in his chest.
Taemin shivered but pressed closer, whispering softly against Taehyung’s chest. “It’s over…we can be together now.”
The words hit Taehyung like fire. His hands curled into fists for a moment, then released to frame Taemin’s face. Without another word, he lunged forward, teeth grazing Taemin’s jaw before capturing his lips in a vicious, possessive kiss. Taemin gasped into him, fingers tangling in Taehyung’s hair as the kiss deepened, urgent and hungry.
Taehyung’s growl vibrated through his chest as he kissed him again and again, each one marking, claiming, warning the world that Taemin was his. Taemin melted against him, letting the tension of fear and adrenaline slip away, replaced entirely by the feral heat of being in Taehyung’s arms.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, forehead resting against Taemin’s, voice low and dangerous. “No one ever touches you again. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Taemin whispered, chest heaving. “Only you…always you.”
Taehyung’s lips curved into a dark, satisfied smile. “Good.” He stepped back just enough to look at Taemin properly, bruises kissed, scent marked, and finally his. “Now…let’s get you packed. We’re leaving tonight.”
Taemin’s eyes brightened at the words, relief and excitement mixing as he followed Taehyung around the room, gathering his things, finally feeling the weight of freedom and the safety of being claimed.
Chapter 57
Summary:
Jaehyun shifts a little earlier than expected.
Notes:
And another chapter posted.
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Chapter Text
The mansion was quiet, shadows softened by the warm glow of the single lamp in the living room. Their pups slept peacefully down the hall, the muffled hush of the house wrapping around them like a blanket. Jungkook sat with Jimin nestled in his lap, arms firm around his omega, unwilling to let go after the chaos of the night. Their skin still glistened faintly, remnants of the warm shower they’d shared not long ago, the steam lingering in the air and the faint scent of soap and each other clinging to them.
Jungkook was shirtless, black sleep pants hanging low on his hips, the lines of his muscles highlighted in the soft lamp light. Jimin, wearing only Jungkook’s oversized black shirt that draped over his frame and delicate black lace panties, pressed close against him, the fabric soft against his damp skin. His damp hair clung to his cheeks, and the soft warmth of their bodies pressed together made the quiet of the house feel like their own private world.
Jimin’s fingers smoothed along the muscles of Jungkook’s pectorals, his cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his chest. His voice, when it came, was soft and strained. “I was afraid…” He hesitated, as if the words weighed too much to lift, then whispered, “I was afraid Taehyung would lose himself.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, the memory of Taehyung’s fury still alive in his mind. His hand stroked down Jimin’s thigh, steady and grounding, before sliding up to rest on the gentle swell of his belly. His palm spread there, protective, almost possessive. “He almost did,” he admitted, tone low and dangerous. “That’s why I stepped in. I couldn’t let that rage spiral...especially not with you sitting there in the middle of it.”
Jimin tilted his head back, eyes glimmering in the lamplight as he searched his alpha’s face. “It wasn’t me I was afraid for in that moment. It was him. He’s strong, but…I saw the way that rage pulled at him, the way that energy dragged at him. It felt like he might break.”
Jungkook’s thumb traced slow, firm circles against Jimin’s belly, tender even as his expression darkened. His voice dropped, rough with unspoken anger. “You shouldn’t have to see any of that. That kind of aggressive alpha energy shouldn’t touch you. I hated it, Jimin. Every second of it. I wanted to tear it apart with my bare hands just for being close to you.”
Jimin reached up and cupped his cheek, grounding him. The heat in Jungkook’s eyes softened under the quiet certainty of his touch. “But you were there. You controlled it. You kept all three of us safe.” His thumb brushed gently along Jungkook’s sharp jawline. “I know Taehyung has to fight his battles…but I was more afraid of losing him to his anger than of Jaebum himself.”
Jungkook lowered his forehead until it rested against Jimin’s, the hand on his belly still firm, cradling, his thumb rubbing absently as though reminding himself of the life they were protecting. His voice rumbled low, the promise in it absolute. “We won’t lose him. I’ll protect him and Taemin just as I protect you. But know this...” he pressed a kiss to Jimin’s temple, his words like steel, “...the only thing I’ll never tolerate is that kind of chaos bleeding onto you. Never again.”
Jimin’s chest eased at the finality in his tone, heart swelling with quiet love. He brushed a kiss over Jungkook’s lips, lingering just long enough to taste him before whispering, “I’m proud of you, you know. For how you accepted Taemin tonight. You didn’t even hesitate to fold him in.”
Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at him, gaze steady, his hand never leaving Jimin’s belly. “I had no choice.” His thumb stroked lazily along the curve of Jimin’s side, his voice dropping to something low and certain. “I saw the look in Taehyung’s eyes. He looks at Taemin the way I look at you. They’re mates. There’s no denying it.”
Warmth bloomed in Jimin’s chest, pride and tenderness twining together until it spilled from his expression. He placed his smaller hand over Jungkook’s, threading their fingers together over the gentle swell of his stomach. His smile was soft, but his eyes shone. “You saw it too.”
Jungkook’s answering hum was more growl than word, and before Jimin could speak again, his mouth was claimed in a kiss that left no room for hesitation. No soft brush of lips...this kiss was deep, demanding, the press of tongue against tongue, a heated tangle that carried possession and need in equal measure.
Jimin melted into it with a faint whimper, body loosening in Jungkook’s hold, hands clutching at his shoulders as though anchoring himself. Every stroke of Jungkook’s tongue, every hungry drag of lips, told him what words couldn’t...that he was cherished, protected, owned.
When Jungkook finally pulled back, his forehead pressed to Jimin’s, breath warm against his lips, his voice was a low growl. “You’re mine. Always.”
Jimin’s lips curved in a small, breathless smile, but before he could reply, Jungkook nipped playfully at his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him gasp. “Let’s go to bed,” he murmured, the command wrapped in affection.
Jimin’s lashes fluttered, his smile soft and knowing. “Okay,” he whispered.
In one smooth motion, Jungkook stood, lifting Jimin into his arms bridal-style. Jimin gave a startled laugh, arms wrapping around his alpha’s neck as he was carried toward the stairs. His giggles were hushed but warm in the silence of the house. “Alpha,” he teased softly, “aren’t we too heavy? Me and the pup?”
Jungkook’s growl was low, vibrating through his chest against Jimin’s body. His grip tightened, his steps steady as stone. “My baby is a tiny handful,” he rumbled, lips brushing Jimin’s hair as he carried him. “You’ve never been heavy a day in your life.”
Jimin’s giggle softened into a sigh, nuzzling into his alpha’s throat as Jungkook carried him up the stairs...protective, unyielding, and impossibly tender.
The door to their bedroom creaked softly as Jungkook nudged it open with his foot, refusing to set Jimin down even for a second. The room was dim, bathed in the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the curtains. He crossed the space with deliberate steps, lowering Jimin gently onto their nest as though he were the most precious thing in the world.
Jimin sank into the plush bedding, his long hair fanning across the pillow, lips still curved in that quiet, secret smile only Jungkook ever got to see. “You always make me feel like I’m fragile glass,” he whispered, teasing but tender.
Jungkook leaned over him, bracing his weight on one arm as the other hand smoothed across Jimin’s stomach, then up his chest, tracing the line of his collarbone. His voice was a low, steady rumble. “Not glass. Treasure. And no one takes treasure from me.”
Jimin shivered under the words, his arms winding around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him down until their lips met again. The kiss started slow, soft...then deepened, tongues sliding together, Jungkook’s growl vibrating between them as he claimed every sound Jimin made.
When he finally broke away, his mouth trailed lower, pressing a line of kisses down Jimin’s jaw to the curve of his throat. He nipped lightly at the skin there, playful but tinged with the dangerous promise of an alpha who would never let go. “You always smell so intoxicating to me,” he murmured against Jimin’s skin, lips brushing the mark on his neck where it would always rest. “But even more so when you're pregnant.”
Jimin’s fingers tangled in Jungkook’s hair, eyes half-lidded, lips curving into a teasing smile. “Because it’s your pup growing inside me…all yours,” he murmured, voice low and sultry, brushing against Jungkook’s ear.
The words hit Jungkook like a firestorm. His jaw clenched, chest rising sharply with a growl that rumbled deep in his throat. Possessive, heated, and completely alpha, he pressed closer, lips claiming Jimin’s in a deep, demanding kiss, his hands tightening possessively over Jimin’s hips. The thought of his pup inside his mate...the tangible proof of their bond...sent every protective, obsessive instinct roaring to life.
Jimin’s teasing words had Jungkook practically vibrating with need. His hands roamed possessively over Jimin’s body, pulling him flush against his chest as he captured his lips again, deep and demanding. Their tongues tangled hungrily, a slow, heated rhythm that left little room for anything but each other. Jimin’s soft moans and whispered teasing only spurred Jungkook further, his growls low and vibrating against Jimin’s lips.
They kissed with a feral intensity at first, as if trying to pour all their protection, desire, and love into each other in a single claim. Fingers threaded through hair, thumbs stroked along damp, sensitive skin, every touch a promise, every press of lips a mark of possession.
Gradually, the heat shifted. The frenzy of the moment softened into a languid, lingering closeness. Jungkook’s lips trailed along Jimin’s jaw and down his neck, nipping gently now, playful but tender. His hands cradled Jimin, resting one over the swell of his belly, feeling the life growing there...a physical reminder of their bond.
Jimin’s breath hitched, then eased, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he rested against Jungkook’s chest. “I love you,” he whispered, voice small and warm, vibrating against Jungkook’s skin.
Jungkook pressed a final kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, arms tightening around him. “I love you too,” he murmured, voice low, protective. “Always.”
Jungkook eased down beside him, one arm slipping beneath Jimin to cradle him close, the other hand splayed protectively over his belly. He tugged the blanket up around them, his nose buried in Jimin’s hair as he inhaled deeply, grounding himself in the only scent that ever calmed the storm inside him.
“You and our pups,” he murmured, his voice so soft it was almost a vow. “The only weight I’ll ever carry, for the rest of my life.”
Jimin nuzzled closer, sighing into his chest, safe and warm in the cocoon of his alpha’s arms. And for the first time all night, sleep came easily.
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Taehyung’s SUV rolled smoothly to a stop in front of the mansion, the wrought-iron gates looming silently in the soft night. He killed the engine, and for a moment, the world outside felt distant and unimportant. Inside the car, Taemin’s hands fidgeted nervously in his lap, but he didn’t speak. Words weren’t necessary...Taehyung’s presence alone steadied him, radiating dominance and protection like a shield around his mate.
Once inside, the mansion greeted them with a crisp, clean scent. Polished marble floors gleamed under the soft lights of the hallway, and faint notes of fresh linens and subtle air freshener lingered in the air. The calm, neutral aroma was grounding, a sharp contrast to the storm of emotions churning in Taemin’s chest.
Taehyung guided him swiftly through the grand hallway toward his room. When he opened the door, Taemin froze.
The space was massive, impossibly luxurious. A huge bed dominated the center, draped in crisp high-thread-count sheets, piled with oversized pillows that seemed to invite him in. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in silvery moonlight, casting soft shadows across the polished hardwood floors. Leather accents and dark, rich woods gave the room a masculine warmth...but the real mark of Taehyung’s presence was in the air itself. The room carried the alpha’s scent: whiskey, leather, and that intoxicating, raw essence that made Taemin’s knees go weak.
He inhaled sharply, letting it wash over him, eyes fluttering closed. “I can...I can smell you all around me,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Everywhere…I can feel you here.”
Taehyung’s gaze darkened, a low, vibrating growl echoing in his chest. “Of course it’s me,” he murmured, thick with possessiveness. “Every corner of this room…every inch…it’s mine. And now it will smell like you, too.”
Taemin shivered, words catching in his throat. “I…I want to make a nest…here, for us,” he murmured, almost breathless.
The thought of his mate building a nest...claiming a space for them, creating comfort and safety...tightened Taehyung’s chest. His growl was low, almost reverent. “A nest?” he asked, voice rough but tender. “You…you want to make one?”
Taemin nodded, dragging his small luggage over to the bed. Blankets, pillows, and soft throws spilled out as he crawled onto the bed and arranged them carefully, creating a warm, inviting space just for them. Taehyung’s eyes followed every movement, dark and protective, chest tight with possessiveness.
“Every blanket, every pillow…every little thing you touch,” Taehyung murmured, kneeling beside him, one hand hovering near Taemin’s shoulder, “it’s ours. You understand?”
Taemin’s cheeks flushed as he looked up. “I…I understand,” he whispered. “I want it to be ours. I want it to feel safe, and soft…like you make me feel.”
Taehyung’s jaw flexed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Safe,” he repeated, voice thick with both warning and warmth. “Nothing…nothing will touch you here except me. This nest…this space…is mine to protect. And you...my mate...I claim completely.”
Taemin carefully added a final pillow to the center, smoothing the blankets over it. “Is this…okay?” he asked softly, glancing up at the alpha, cheeks faintly flushed.
Taehyung leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to the top of his mate’s head. His low growl rumbled through his chest, vibrating into Taemin’s bones. “It's beautiful, princess. Everything about it...is beautiful,” he murmured, fingers tracing lazy, grounding circles over Taemin’s back.
“I like this…” Taemin whispered, curling closer, nuzzling against the warmth of Taehyung’s chest. “Our nest. You. Me. Us.”
Taehyung rumbled in response.
Taemin’s eyelids fluttered, a wave of relaxation washing over him for the first time since they’d arrived. He pressed a soft kiss to the alpha’s chest, exhaling slowly. “I’m so glad I saw you that night at the club,” he breathed. “It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”
“The greatest,” Taehyung echoed, tightening his arms around him, letting the steady weight of his body anchor them both. “Sleep now, mate. Dream of nothing but us. Nothing touches you...not tonight. Not ever.”
He carefully adjusted the pillows and blankets, letting Taemin sink fully into the nest he had made, completely enveloped in the alpha’s protective arms. The room was filled with the mingling scents of clean linens, soft leather, subtle traces of whiskey, and now the smell of caramel apples...the quiet intimacy of two mates finally safe and entirely claimed.
Outside the room, the mansion remained pristine, neutral, untouched by the warmth and passion they’d shared. But here...in this room, in this nest...the air was thick with Taehyung’s presence, dominance, and care. The soft rhythm of Taemin’s breathing against his chest eased Taehyung’s tension, and the rise and fall of his mate’s small body signaled the peace he had been craving.
Here, in the quiet luxury of the room with moonlight spilling across the bed, they could finally rest. Together. Protected. Entwined. And completely, irrevocably claimed.
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The afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the mansion’s backyard, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves of the surrounding trees. Jungkook was outside with their pups, keeping the air filled with laughter and the squeals of excitement. He pushed Jaehyun in one swing, then Jaeha in the baby swing, taking turns effortlessly. His strong arms guided the swings, muscles flexing as he matched their momentum, a protective halo of warmth surrounding the two little ones.
Jimin watched from the patio, leaning lightly against the railing with a soft smile tugging at his lips. The sight of Jungkook so full of life with their children warmed him more than words could say. But as he observed, he noticed something off. Jaehyun, normally full of giggles and chatter, had been quieter today, lost in thought with his gaze focused somewhere beyond the yard.
Jungkook’s sharp eyes caught it immediately. The faint crease between Jaehyun’s brows, the little fidget of his hands on the swing chains...it was subtle, but he’d seen that look before.
He slowed the swing, letting it coast to a gentle stop, then crouched in front of his son. His voice was soft but firm, carrying that commanding yet gentle authority only a parent could wield. “Baby… what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet today. Is something bothering you?”
Jaehyun hesitated, chewing on his lower lip, before his small voice finally answered. “Appa…my teeth hurt, and my skin feels…weird.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened. That combination of discomfort and unease...the telltale signs were unmistakable. He remembered that same strange, electric tension in his own body when he was a pup, when the shift was coming. This was it. Jaehyun was about to shift into his wolf form, probably within the next day or so. It was happening much sooner than he had expected.
As the breeze passed over Jaehyun, Jungkook noticed the little wince, the way his son’s skin seemed unusually sensitive. His protective instincts flared instantly. Gently, Jungkook reached out, his large hands cupping his son’s small face. His thumbs brushed lightly over the soft cheeks as he carefully lifted Jaehyun’s lips to examine his canine teeth. The tips had begun to elongate slightly, just enough to confirm what he already knew.
Jaehyun’s small voice trembled, breaking the silence. “Appa…I’m scared,” he whispered, eyes wide and glistening.
Jungkook’s heart clenched, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s head. “I know, baby… I know it feels strange, but I’m right here,” he murmured, his voice deep and grounding. “I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe. We’re all here with you.”
Jimin’s curiosity was piqued immediately. He stepped forward quickly, concern clear in his eyes as he crouched beside them. “Baby…what’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?”
Jungkook looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting Jimin’s. There was both reassurance and quiet tension in his eyes. “He’s fixing to shift anytime now,” he said in a low, measured tone, his hands still cradling Jaehyun’s small face.
Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, and he reached for Jungkook’s arm, grounding both himself and the moment. “Okay…okay, we’ll handle it. He’s not alone,” he whispered, his voice soft but unwavering.
Jungkook nodded, keeping his focus on Jaehyun. “No. He’s not. We’ll guide him through it. Like I did when I shifted. He’ll be fine…our baby will be fine.”
Jimin’s concern flared, and he crouched beside them, eyes full of warmth and reassurance. “Jaehyun…it’s okay, baby. You’re not alone. We’re right here. You’re safe,” he said gently, smoothing his hand through Jaehyun's hair.
Jaehyun pressed into Jungkook’s chest, shivering slightly. “I don’t want to…I don’t want it to hurt,” he whispered.
“It won’t hurt like you think,” Jungkook soothed, hands brushing tenderly over Jaehyun’s back. “It’s just your body changing. You’re growing into your strength. And I’ll be here every step of the way. You’ll see, baby...you’ll be fine. I promise.”
The gentle warmth of the afternoon, the rustle of leaves, and the calm, protective presence of both parents wrapped around Jaehyun like a shield. For a moment, the world narrowed to just the three of them, preparing together for the little pup’s first shift.
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The mansion was quiet, shadows stretching across the room in the soft glow of the nightlight. Jungkook and Jimin lay entwined in their nest, the warmth of blankets and each other cocooning them in sleepy comfort. The house was silent, the muffled breathing of the pups down the hall the only sound.
A faint rustle stirred Jungkook awake. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim light, and he immediately spotted Jaehyun at the edge of the nest. The small figure trembled, shoulders tight, eyes wide with fear. Every instinct in Jungkook’s body flared.
“Baby?” he murmured, his voice low and urgent. “What’s wrong?”
Jaehyun’s voice wavered, small and fragile. “Appa…I…I think it’s happening.”
Jimin was awake in an instant, reaching out to gently touch his son’s arm. “Shh, baby. It’s okay,” he whispered, voice soft but steady. “We’re right here. You’re safe.”
Jungkook swung his legs off the bed and crouched in front of Jaehyun, tilting his son’s chin gently so their eyes met. The signs were unmistakable...Jaehyun’s first shift was imminent. His skin tingled, hairs standing on end as if reacting to some unseen charge in the air. His small hands trembled, claws flexing in nervous anticipation. Jungkook’s chest tightened with a mix of protectiveness and awe.
“Look at me, baby,” Jungkook murmured, thumb brushing over the side of Jaehyun’s face. “You’re not alone. Nothing’s going to hurt you. You’re safe. You hear me?”
“I’m scared, Appa,” Jaehyun whispered, voice breaking. “What if I can’t control it?”
Jungkook’s hand cupped the back of his son’s head, holding him close. “You can, baby. I’ll be right here. Eomma will be right here. Just feel it, let it flow. I’ll guide you. You’re safe with us.”
The tingling intensified along Jaehyun’s spine, making him flinch as a breeze from the central heat and air brushed his skin. Jungkook wrapped an arm around him, holding him close to shield him from the chill. “I got you, baby. You’re ready. Trust me. You’re safe to let it happen.”
Jimin leaned in, resting a hand over Jaehyun’s shoulders. “Every step, honey. We’re right here. Just breathe.”
Jaehyun closed his eyes, trembling but taking a deep breath. “Okay…Appa…I…I feel it…it’s happening…”
A low vibration rippled through him as his body began to transform. His limbs shortened, muscles reshaped, claws extended. Fur sprouted in fine black waves along his body, a small tail flicked instinctively behind him, and tiny ears twitched at every subtle sound.
When his eyes opened, they glimmered with a new, intelligent shine. Before them crouched a small black wolf pup... though larger than normal, trembling yet aware, still uncertain of his new form.
“Baby…” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper, thick with awe and pride. “Look at you…my little wolf.”
Jaehyun pressed his head instinctively to Jungkook’s chest, trembling, and then a small voice echoed in Jungkook’s mind.
Appa…
Jungkook froze, heart hammering. “Jaehyun?” he breathed.
Jimin leaned closer, eyes wide. “Wait…you can hear him in your mind? He can communicate in this form?”
“Yes,” Jungkook murmured, brushing his fingers gently through the pup’s soft black fur. “He can communicate. I can hear him perfectly.”
I’m scared…but I trust you. Please don’t let go, the pup’s thoughts trembled, and Jungkook felt a fierce surge of protectiveness ripple through him.
“I won’t, baby. Never,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a possessive kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s furry head. “You’re mine, and I’m here. Always.”
Jaehyun nuzzled into him, still trembling. I feel… different. Strong. But…still little. Am I…okay?
“You’re perfect, baby. Exactly as you should be. Strong, smart, safe…and mine. Always mine,” Jungkook replied, both aloud and in thought, his hand tracing gentle, grounding circles over the pup’s back.
Jimin pressed closer, voice filled with wonder and tears. “This is…incredible. He can really talk to you now?”
Jungkook nodded, eyes never leaving Jaehyun. “Yes. And we’ll learn together. He’s going to be okay.”
The pup let out a small whine but curled closer to them, seeking warmth. The fear of the shift melted slowly into trust.
Jungkook carefully scooped him into his arms, holding him as if he might float away. Jaehyun’s tiny claws flexed, tail flicking nervously, but he didn’t resist. The small pup pressed into Jungkook’s chest, seeking comfort and safety.
Jimin rested a hand over Jaehyun’s small back, whispering, “It’s okay, baby. Sleep now. You’re safe. We’re right here.”
Jungkook lowered Jaehyun into the center of their nest. He sat on one side, Jimin on the other, and both wrapped arms protectively around their little wolf. Jaehyun pressed his head to Jungkook’s chest, breathing shallow and uneven at first, until the warmth and the scent of their nest...soft blankets, familiar skin, safety...calmed him.
“Our pup,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s furry head. “Always ours. Every inch, every heartbeat. You belong here, with us.”
The pup whimpered softly, then settled, reassured by their rhythm and presence. Jimin nuzzled Jaehyun’s side. “Sleep, baby…dream of nothing but safety. Nothing can hurt you here.”
Jungkook tightened his arms, tucking the little wolf closer. “We’ve got you. Both of us. No fear, baby. Nothing can touch you.”
Jaehyun exhaled, curling into the nest, tail flicking once before settling. His breathing slowed, finally steady. Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a glance, hearts full with pride, love, and relief.
“Good,” Jungkook whispered, nuzzling the pup’s fur. “Sleep now, baby. You’re safe. Always.”
Jimin brushed his cheek against Jaehyun’s back, voice soft. “Always,” he echoed.
Wrapped together in the nest, the three of them drifted into a peaceful sleep, the warmth, protection, and unbreakable bond of their family holding them safe through the night.
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Morning light spilled softly across the nest where Jungkook and Jimin lay entwined. Between them, Jaehyun remained curled up in his small black wolf form, tail flicking lazily as he breathed in his parents’ scents, utterly at ease.
A soft rustle from the crib in the next room drew Jungkook’s attention. “Sounds like someone else is awake,” he murmured with a smile, lifting his head.
Jaeha’s little voice rang out, bright and excited. “Appa! Pup wake!”
Jungkook chuckled, slipping carefully from the nest so as not to disturb Jimin or Jaehyun. He walked into the nursery and leaned over the crib, greeted by a squealing baby boy who reached up with both arms. “I see that, baby peach,” Jungkook said warmly, scooping him close. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
At the changing table, Jaeha wriggled and kicked happily, babbling nonsense words between giggles. Jungkook worked quickly, peppering raspberries onto his son’s pudgy little belly until Jaeha dissolved into squeals of laughter. “All clean,” Jungkook announced, kissing his cheek. “Now…let’s go see Eomma and Jaehyun.”
“Jae! Jae!” Jaeha chirped, bouncing in his father’s arms.
Back in the nest, Jimin was awake, cradling Jaehyun’s wolf form against his chest and pressing soft kisses between the pup’s ears. Jaehyun’s tail swished slowly, ears twitching at the sound of his baby brother’s approach.
The moment Jaeha saw the wolf pup, his whole face lit up. He stretched one tiny hand out, clapping the other against Jungkook’s chest. “Jae! Jae!”
Jimin froze, eyes flicking to Jungkook in surprise. Neither of them had said to Jaeha who the wolf pup was.
“How did he…?” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook lowered himself into the nest, settling Jaeha onto the blankets. The baby wasted no time, crawling forward with squealing determination until he reached his brother. Tiny hands reached for the wolf pup’s black fur.
Jaehyun’s response was immediate. He nudged his wet nose against Jaeha’s palm, tail thumping against Jimin’s arm. Then, with a playful yip, he licked his brother’s cheek.
Jaeha burst into surprised laughter, scrunching his face. “Nooo! Jae no lick pup! No lick!” His words tumbled out between more giggles, but his chubby arms wrapped tighter around Jaehyun’s furry neck.
Jimin’s heart clenched at the sight, his lips curving into a soft smile. “He knew him, Jungkook. He knew right away.”
Jungkook’s brows furrowed, though his voice was low and thoughtful. “He did. Without us saying a thing.” His gaze moved from Jaeha to the wolf pup, both pressed close together in pure trust and sibling bond.
Jaehyun yipped playfully, tail wagging, and pounced with gentle weight, nuzzling and licking again. Jaeha fell backward into the blankets with peals of baby laughter. “Stop, Jae! Pup no lick baby peach!” he babbled, legs kicking as his little fists grabbed at the wolf’s fur.
Jimin’s lips parted in wonder. “They’re…playing together.” He looked up at Jungkook, confusion knitting his brows. “How is it possible Jaeha understands?”
Jungkook shook his head slowly, though a smile tugged at his lips as he watched. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s their bond as brothers. Something only they can feel.”
Jaehyun’s tail thumped the blankets, eyes bright with mischief. He pounced again, nudging his brother’s chest, and in the same breath Jaeha’s laughter faltered into a sudden stillness...eyes going wide.
“Love Jae,” Jaeha whispered, his voice soft and oddly sure for a baby.
Jimin’s head jerked up, startled. “What did he...?”
But Jaehyun whined low in his throat and pressed his forehead to Jaeha’s, and in that instant Jungkook felt energy ripple in the air between them. A flicker of pure happiness, uncomplicated and whole.
Jaeha giggled again, tiny fingers gripping Jaehyun’s fur. “Mine Jae,” he babbled, though it sounded more like a claim than nonsense.
Jimin’s eyes shone, awed and uncertain. “They’re communicating,” he whispered. "...somehow.”
Jaeha squeaked and clutched Jaehyun’s ear, babbling something only half-formed. Jaehyun stilled, ears twitching as if listening, before giving a soft yip in return.
Jungkook’s eyes softened with amazement. “They’re…answering each other.”
Jimin kissed the top of Jaehyun’s head, even as his other arm scooped Jaeha close. “Our boys,” he whispered, voice thick with affection.
Jungkook’s chest tightened with awe. Could Jaeha, too, one day shift like his brother? Did he carry that hidden spark? Would he be the first omega shifter in their bloodline?
For now, the answer didn’t matter. What mattered was this moment...Jaeha’s squeals, Jaehyun’s playful licks, Jimin’s gentle kisses pressed into soft black fur. Jungkook gathered them all into his arms, folding his family close.
The nest was filled with warmth and laughter, a tangle of fur and small hands, hearts beating in perfect rhythm.
Chapter 58
Summary:
Jaeha's omega instincts start to shine through.
Jimin and Jungkook find out the sex of the baby.
Notes:
This is the sweetest little chapter. Baby Peach has my entire heart. I know some of you wanted a girl this time around but it didn't feel right going in that direction for me as the writer. I wanted to keep Baby Peach as the sweet, delicate omega pup in their little family with two doting and protective alpha brothers. Hopefully y'all will love the new baby just as much as you do Jaehyun and Jaeha.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
THREE MONTHS LATER
The kitchen smelled of simmering broth and fresh herbs as Jimin moved between the stove and the counter, slicing soft vegetables into a small bowl. Beside him, Hoseok sat perched on a stool, round belly brushing the edge of the counter as he sipped tea.
“Yoongi keeps reminding me to breathe when it’s time,” Hoseok said, rolling his eyes fondly. “As if I’d forget. Like I don’t know my own body.”
Jimin chuckled softly. “I remember thinking the same thing with Jaeha. Everyone tells you how to breathe, what to do...but in the moment…” He trailed off, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “In the moment, it’s just you and your baby.”
Hoseok rubbed his belly slowly, expression softening. “Were you scared?”
“Terrified,” Jimin admitted quietly. “Even with Jungkook right there. But the second I heard Jaeha cry, everything… it was like the fear melted away.” He glanced at Hoseok, eyes gentle. “You’ll feel that too. The love takes over.”
Hoseok exhaled shakily, shoulders relaxing. “I keep worrying about the pain, or something going wrong. But then I feel the pup move, and I know it’ll be worth it.”
Jimin gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “And you won’t be alone. Yoongi will be there.”
Before Hoseok could reply, a loud thump came from the living room. Jimin looked up quickly...Jaehyun, in wolf form, was wrestling with Bam while little Jaeha napped on a blanket in the floor nearby, sucking his thumb.
“Jaehyun,” Jimin called softly, careful not to wake the baby. “Baby, please stop running around while your brother is sleeping. I need you to change back so you can eat lunch, okay?”
The wolf pup skidded to a stop, ears twitching. Then, with a shimmer of energy, Jaehyun shifted...leaving a very naked, very smug little boy standing proudly in the middle of the living room.
Hoseok nearly spat his tea, bursting into laughter. “Oh my god...look at that little naked bum.” He set his cup aside and waddled off the stool with surprising ease. “Hold on, I think we put some spare clothes for him in the kitchen here.”
He returned a moment later with a folded shirt, underwear and tiny shorts, crouching carefully despite his belly. “Come here, mister wolf,” Hoseok coaxed, grinning. “You can’t go running around like this. What do you think this is? A nudist colony? Even Bam’s embarrassed for you.”
Jaehyun squealed and tried to dart away, but Hoseok caught him with quick hands, tickling his sides until the boy dissolved into giggles. He slipped the shirt over Jaehyun’s head, then guided his legs into the underwear and shorts. “There,” Hoseok said proudly, giving his shoulder a pat. “Now you look like a gentleman again.”
Jimin pressed his lips together, fighting laughter as he set the lunch plates on the counter. “Yes, well…now that he knows how to shift, we’ve been keeping a spare set of clothes in every room.”
Hoseok ruffled Jaehyun’s soft hair affectionately. “You’re going to need a whole closet in every hallway for this one,” he teased. Then, softer, glancing at Jimin, “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll be able to handle all this when it’s my turn. Seeing you with them...it makes me want to do it right. You're like super Eomma.”
Jimin smiled warmly. “You already will. The fact you’re worrying about it proves it.”
Jaehyun, now fully dressed, tugged on Hoseok’s hand. “Hoseok, have lunch with us?”
Hoseok laughed, easing himself back onto the stool. “Yes, lunch. And then maybe a nap for me too.”
They all sat down to eat together, laughter and small chatter filling the air. Jaehyun devoured his food with usual fast pace energy, Jimin gently nudging him to slow down. Hoseok leaned back after finishing, one hand rubbing over his swollen belly.
“I think I’m going to go lie down for a bit,” Hoseok admitted, standing carefully. “I’ve been having little cramps here and there…hopefully they’ll go away once I rest.”
Jimin looked up in concern but nodded. “Rest will help. Do you need me to get Yoongi?”
Hoseok shook his head with a small smile. “Not yet. I’m okay.”
Before he could leave, Jaehyun scrambled out of his chair. “Hoseok! Will you scent me and give me a kiss?"
Hoseok chuckled, bending down slowly. “You little cuddlebug.” He brushed his nose against Jaehyun’s cheek in a light scent-mark, then pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. “There. Our little wolf pup prince is all marked up. Now be good for your Eomma."
Jaehyun giggled, hugging Hoseok's legs for a moment before letting go. “I will! Rest good and take care of the pup.”
Hoseok’s eyes softened. “I will, baby. Thank you.” He gave Jimin a small nod before heading down the hall, one hand still cradling his belly.
Moments later, the kitchen doorway filled with another presence. “Hoseok?” Yoongi’s low voice carried through as he stepped inside, sharp eyes scanning the space.
“Uncle Yoongi!” Jaehyun squealed, launching himself across the floor and straight into Yoongi’s arms.
Yoongi crouched down to scoop him up with ease, settling him on his hip. “Well, if it isn’t our puppy prince,” he rumbled, nuzzling his nose against the boy’s temple. “How you been doing, hm?”
“Good!” Jaehyun giggled, instantly burying his face into Yoongi’s neck, little fingers clutching at his shirt.
Yoongi chuckled, the sound rich and fond. “I know Hoseok was here. I can smell him all over this rascal.” He kissed Jaehyun’s head softly, his eyes glinting with quiet amusement.
Jimin, smiling at the scene, shook his head. “You just missed him. He ate lunch with us, but then said he needed to rest. Yoongi…” His voice lowered, concern threading through his words. “He’s been having cramps. Please keep an eye on him. It could be labor any time now.”
Yoongi’s jaw tightened, and a protective growl rumbled low in his chest. His gaze snapped toward the hallway that led to their room, dark eyes narrowing with instinctive worry.
He pressed another soft kiss to the crown of Jaehyun’s head before setting him gently back on the floor. “I’ll see you in a little while, okay, buddy? I need to check on Hoseok and our pup.”
“Okay,” Jaehyun said with a bright nod, satisfied with the answer. He ran back toward the table, already humming to himself.
Yoongi lingered for just a moment, glancing at Jimin with a grateful but tense look, before striding swiftly down the hall to his mate.
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Sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows, spilling golden warmth across the bed where Hoseok lay resting. The soft rise and fall of his pregnant belly was framed by the morning light, every subtle movement a reminder of the life growing within him. Yoongi stepped quietly into the room, careful not to disturb the gentle rhythm of his mate’s breathing, the hush of the house amplifying the serenity of the moment.
Sliding into the nest beside him, Yoongi let his body curl naturally around Hoseok, molding to his contours as if he could shield him from the world simply through closeness. His hand came to rest lightly on Hoseok’s belly, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that conveyed more than words ever could. He could feel the slight weight of the little one pressing beneath his palm, the pulse of tiny movements stirring a warmth in Yoongi’s chest.
“I’m here, Hobi,” he whispered, his lips brushing the side of Hoseok’s temple. “You’re safe…we’re safe. All of us.”
Hoseok shifted slightly, a soft murmur escaping his lips in sleep, and Yoongi pressed closer, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. The familiar scent of his mate... sunshine, lilies, utterly Hoseok...settled over him like a balm, calming the storm of worry he could feel pressing at the edges of his thoughts.
Even in this peaceful moment, Yoongi couldn’t silence the worry threading through his mind. He thought of the labor ahead...the pain, the intensity, the raw vulnerability Hoseok would face...and the protectiveness coiled tight inside him.
I have to keep him safe…I’ll make sure he’s comfortable…I’ll be there every second…
His fingers pressed slightly firmer against the swell of Hoseok’s belly, as if transmitting his resolve, his silent promise to endure any hardship alongside his mate.
Hoseok’s hand stirred in his sleep, brushing lightly against Yoongi’s arm, and a faint smile lifted the corner of his lips. Yoongi caught it and let himself exhale, though his chest still hummed with quiet tension. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Hoseok’s head, brushing his fingers along the curve of his cheek before letting them drift back to the gentle rhythm of Hoseok’s arm and belly.
The room held only them...the warmth of the sun, the slow, steady breathing of two mates, the soft promise of the life waiting within Hoseok. Yoongi let himself sink deeper into the embrace, feeling every beat, every flutter, as though he could anchor them all with his presence.
“Soon,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, reverent. “Soon we’ll meet you, little one. And I’ll keep all of you safe…always.”
Hoseok stirred again, stretching slightly, and Yoongi’s arms tightened reflexively, holding him closer, pressing protective kisses along his temple and jaw. He allowed himself to imagine the day labor would come...the struggles, the cries, the vulnerability...and promised silently that he would bear it with Hoseok, shoulder every ache and fear.
For now, though, it was just this: the warm sun, the steady heartbeat beneath his hand, the quiet intimacy of a nest filled with love. Yoongi pressed his cheek to Hoseok’s, inhaling the scent that was home, grounding, belonging. Every small movement, every flutter of their unborn pup, every sigh of contentment anchored him further in the truth he felt so fiercely: he would protect this family with everything he had.
And as Hoseok’s breathing deepened and the sun climbed higher, Yoongi let himself stay there, fully present, fully aware, holding the quiet, tender weight of love, life, and devotion in his arms.
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The soft patter of little feet echoed down the hallway as Jimin followed closely behind his youngest. At eleven months old, Jaeha was no longer content to stay in one place...his tiny legs carried him with wobbly determination everywhere he went. Today, he was dressed in denim overall shorts with a crisp white long-sleeve shirt patterned with small pink hearts, his tiny white shoes making soft squeaks against the polished floors. His black hair was soft and fluffy, carefully brushed away from his eyes by Jimin that morning, though a few strands had already fallen loose.
Clutched tightly in his small hands was his most prized possession: a baby doll he carried everywhere. His pup, as he called it.
When they reached Jungkook’s office, Jaeha pushed the heavy door open with surprising strength for someone so small. “Appa!” he called out in a high, bright voice, toddling inside with his doll hugged against his chest.
Jungkook looked up from the papers on his desk, and his whole expression softened instantly. He leaned back in his chair just as Jaeha came to a stop in front of him, proudly holding up his doll.
“Appa! Look...my pup!” Jaeha declared, eyes shining with excitement.
Jungkook chuckled, pushing his chair back before reaching down to scoop his little omega into his arms. Jaeha settled against his father’s chest, small and warm, doll still clutched tight. Jungkook gave the toy his full attention, as if it were the most important thing in the room.
“Oh,” Jungkook said seriously, brushing his thumb along the doll’s soft fabric cheek. “It’s a beautiful pup. You’re taking such good care of it.”
Jaeha’s face lit up, and with a firm nod he pulled the doll back to hug it close to his chest. “My pup,” he said firmly, as though declaring his right to it before anyone could argue. Then, in a flurry of babbled words, he pressed the doll’s head against his shoulder, patting its back with a tiny hand the same way Jimin often soothed him. “Shh…shh…pup sleep.”
Jungkook’s laughter filled the office, low and warm, and he glanced up at Jimin, his eyes gleaming with pride and amusement. “His omega instincts are already strong,” he said.
Jimin, leaning against the doorway with his hand resting over his own growing belly, smiled softly at the sight of his two boys. “He gets that from me,” he teased, though his chest ached with affection at how natural Jungkook looked holding their delicate little omega.
Jaeha wasn’t done showing off. He pulled back the doll, kissed its forehead with an exaggerated smack, and then held it up to Jungkook again. “Appa, pup hungry.” He reached into his pocket with clumsy fingers and triumphantly pulled out a tiny wooden toy bottle Yoongi had carved for him. With absolute seriousness, he pressed it to the doll’s mouth and waited a moment before nodding with satisfaction. “Drink. Good pup.”
Jimin had to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his smile, and Jungkook pressed a kiss into Jaeha’s fluffy hair. “You’re already the best caretaker,” he murmured against his son’s crown. “No one could doubt it.”
Jungkook kept Jaeha perched on his lap, pretending to inspect the doll again while the little omega babbled about how he fed it, tucked it in, and kissed it goodnight. Every few words, he smoothed the doll’s fabric hair or rocked it in his arms, mimicking motions he’d seen a hundred times from Jimin.
Jimin stepped closer, watching them with a fond smile, his hand absently smoothing over the curve of his belly.
“Speaking of pups…” Jimin’s voice was gentle, playful, and Jungkook looked up at him instantly. “We have a checkup with Jin this afternoon. Don’t forget.”
Jungkook tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Was I in danger of forgetting?”
Jimin arched a brow, the corner of his lips lifting. “You get buried in work too easily.”
Jungkook chuckled, setting aside the papers on his desk completely as though to prove his omega wrong. He kissed the top of Jaeha’s head, inhaling his baby peach's scent, before looking back at Jimin with something softer in his eyes. “I wouldn’t miss it, not for anything. Especially when we’re finding out if this little one...” his hand stretched to brush over Jimin’s belly “...will be another strong alpha like Jaehyun or a gentle omega like Jaeha.”
At the mention of his name, Jaeha perked up and hugged his doll tighter. “My pup omega,” he announced proudly, as if declaring what the baby would be. Then, as though proving his point, he lifted the doll again and rocked it firmly in his arms. “Baby omega,” he insisted, his big eyes shining with certainty.
Both Jimin and Jungkook laughed, and Jimin leaned down to kiss his son’s chubby cheek. “Maybe you’re right, sweetheart.”
Jaeha shifted on Jungkook’s lap, fussing with his doll until he had it cradled in the crook of his arm just so, patting its back with a tiny hand. His lips moved, whispering soft nonsense sounds, as though he were soothing it to sleep. Then he glanced up at Jungkook very seriously.
“Shh, Appa,” he whispered, placing a finger over his own lips. “My pup sleeping.”
Jungkook froze, utterly captivated. His little omega wasn’t just playing...he was nurturing, protecting, already showing instincts most didn’t develop until much later. His heart swelled with pride, and he couldn’t help the warm laugh that rumbled out of him.
“Already guarding his pup,” Jungkook said softly, pressing a kiss into Jaeha’s fluffy black hair. “Just like a real omega should.”
Jimin’s smile softened as he stepped closer, watching his son’s tiny hand rub soothing circles over the doll’s back, his brow furrowed in careful concentration. Jaeha rocked slightly in his father’s lap, humming off-key, his whole little world revolving around keeping his pup safe and calm.
Jungkook caught Jimin’s eye, his chest tight with pride and awe. “Do you see this?” he murmured. “He’s not even a year old, and he already knows how to comfort, how to care.”
Jimin’s gaze grew warm, touched with emotion. “That’s his heart,” he whispered back. “Soft, gentle…He’ll grow into it beautifully.”
Jaeha looked up at them suddenly, clutching his doll closer to his chest as though afraid they might take it away. “Mine,” he said firmly, eyes wide and serious. “My pup. I keep safe.”
Jungkook’s throat tightened at the possessive, protective tone...so instinctive, so true to who his little omega would become. He pressed his forehead against Jaeha’s tiny one, voice low and proud. “Yes, sweetheart. Yours. You’ll always keep your pup safe. Just like I keep you, Jaehyun, and your eomma safe.”
Jaeha’s little mouth curved into a smile, and he nestled deeper into Jungkook’s chest, doll squished tightly between them.
Jimin’s hand slipped over Jungkook’s shoulder, grounding him. His voice was teasing but tender. “He’s already taking after us both.”
Jungkook gave a small, reverent smile. “If he has your heart and my protectiveness, he’ll be unstoppable.”
Jaeha wriggled in Jungkook’s arms, patting his father’s chest insistently. “Down, Appa,” he said, his tiny hands reaching eagerly toward the floor. His voice was high and determined, full of the seriousness only an omega could muster when tending to a pup.
Jungkook’s heart melted, and he set him down gently, keeping a hand near in case his little omega stumbled. Jaeha’s tiny legs carried him with wobbly determination across the office to the corner where a small pile of blankets, pillows, and soft toys waited.
The little omega bent down with meticulous care, picking up a miniature pillow first, then a second, and finally the softest blanket. He waddled back to the couch, his brow furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking slightly from the corner of his mouth. Each movement was deliberate, almost ceremonial, as if he were performing a sacred duty for his pup.
Jaeha laid the blanket out with careful folds, smoothing down each wrinkle with tiny hands. He positioned the pillows just so, readjusting them repeatedly until the arrangement met his exacting standards. At last, he nestled his beloved baby doll into the center, tucking the blanket gently around it like a protective cocoon. A small hum of satisfaction vibrated from his chest, a sound of pride and contentment.
Jungkook and Jimin watched in stunned silence, hearts swelling. Jungkook’s chest felt tight with awe, and he whispered under his breath, “He’s…nesting. Just like a real omega.”
Jimin’s lips curved into a soft, affectionate smile, eyes shining with wonder. “For his pup,” he murmured. “He knows exactly how to care for it.”
Jaeha looked up proudly, clapping his small hands together. “Pup sleep. Safe,” he declared, patting the blanket lightly as though to reinforce the security of the nest.
Jungkook walked over to him and knelt down, brushing a gentle hand over Jaeha’s soft, fluffy black hair, inhaling the familiar baby peach scent that always tugged at his heart. “That’s a strong little omega,” he said quietly, voice full of pride and awe. “Just like his eomma.”
Jimin leaned closer, letting his hand rest on Jungkook’s shoulder while watching the scene unfold, warmth blooming through him. “He’s perfect,” he whispered, bending his head down to press a gentle kiss to Jaeha’s head. “I can’t believe how careful he is…so instinctive.”
Jaeha’s small hands reached up for a hug, wrapping one arm around Jungkook's neck, the other one around Jimin's arm. The little omega’s trust and tenderness radiated in every gesture. Jungkook’s heart ached with love and pride, holding him close while Jimin smiled, soaking in the quiet, intimate moment.
After a moment Jaeha wriggled in Jungkook’s arms, his tiny brows furrowed with determination. “Appa…sit,” he insisted, patting Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook chuckled, lowering himself to the floor so his little omega could climb off safely. Together, they watched as Jaeha walked over to check on his pup in its nest.
“Pup okay?” Jaeha asked softly, toddling over. He reached out with small hands and began gently patting the doll, pressing lightly on its head and shoulders as though checking it for comfort. His eyes scanned the little pup carefully, brows furrowed in intense concentration.
“Safe?” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Satisfied with the response, he patted the doll one final time and leaned back, smiling proudly.
Jimin smiled, eyes soft with affection. “He’s showing you his instincts every day,” he said. “It’s incredible to watch.”
Jaeha turned to look at Jungkook, his eyes shining with pride and love. He toddled over, climbing onto Jungkook’s lap again for another quick hug, pressing his tiny cheek to his father’s chest. “Appa…mine,” he whispered, the simple words full of pure omega devotion.
Jungkook held him close, planting a gentle kiss atop his head. “Always yours, baby,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Appa will always be yours.”
Jimin watched, heart full, as father and son shared that quiet, unspoken connection. The little omega had created a nest, given affection, and shown his instincts without hesitation...all while exuding a natural confidence in his care and love.
For a few blissful minutes, the office was filled with the soft warmth of family: the gentle hum of Jaeha’s contentment, the proud, protective aura radiating from Jungkook, and Jimin’s quiet awe. Every careful movement, every small pat and tuck, showcased the innate omega instincts in their tiny son...and for the parents, it was a reminder that their family was not just growing, but thriving.
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The mansion’s clinic was bathed in soft daylight streaming through the tall windows, dust motes floating lazily in the warmth. The faint hum of medical equipment and the clean scent of antiseptic mingled with the natural warmth of the family gathered inside. Jimin sat on the examination bed, one hand resting protectively over his growing belly, his breaths slow and careful as he tried to steady his excitement and nerves. Jungkook stood close, fingers brushing lightly over Jimin’s arm, anchoring both of them with his calm presence.
Jimin’s eyes flicked to Jin, noting the curve of his own belly and the careful way he adjusted himself on his feet. “How are you feeling, Jin? You look like you could use a nap,” he teased, his voice gentle.
Jin let out a dramatic sigh, patting his stomach, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the discomfort. “Like a pig,” he said, his tone playful. “Honestly, my back hurts, I can barely reach my feet, but I survive…somehow. Barely.”
Jimin tilted his head, curiosity sparking. “When are you due?”
Jin groaned softly, sinking back slightly against the counter. “Should be after Hoseok delivers his little one…but honestly, we could both go at any time. You never really know with these pups.” He gave a rueful glance at his own belly. “Any day now feels possible.”
“Who will deliver your pup?” Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jin’s smile softened, confident despite the discomfort. “Namjoon. Thankfully he had medical training while in the military. The rest I taught him. He delivered Min-ji as well. He’s more than ready...I trust him completely.”
Jin moved around with practiced ease, the familiar steadiness of his movements reassuring, though his own round belly beneath the shirt betrayed the strain of his pregnancy. “Alright, let’s see how this little one is doing,” he murmured, dipping the wand in gel and pressing it gently against Jimin’s belly. The screen flickered to life, and the tiny movements of the baby within the womb were displayed...hands and feet flexing slightly, an almost imperceptible twist, alive and restless.
Jungkook’s hand found Jimin’s, thumb brushing soothing circles across the skin as he whispered, awed. “Look at him go…he's quite the mover already.”
Jin refocused on the screen, studying the baby’s tiny form, his brow furrowed slightly. “Everything looks healthy,” he said, voice calm but serious. “But this little one is going to be big…just like Jaehyun. Given your size, Jimin, a natural delivery could be difficult. We might need to plan another C-section to keep both of you safe when the time comes.”
Jimin’s hand instinctively brushed over his belly, resting over the baby’s tiny movements. “I trust you, Jin,” he said softly. “Whatever’s safest...for the pup and me.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, protective instincts flaring. “Whatever it takes,” he said low, voice dark with certainty. “Nothing is more important than keeping both of you safe.”
Jin offered a reassuring smile, trying to lighten the tension. “Well, now that we’ve confirmed a healthy little fighter…would you like to know the sex?”
Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance, both laughing softly. “Of course,” they said in unison, hearts skipping a beat.
Jin’s eyes twinkled as he studied the screen again, pointing out the unmistakable markers. “Congratulations,” he said warmly. “You’re having another boy…and judging by what I’m seeing, he’s going to be an alpha, just like his big brother.”
Jimin laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face, his eyes lighting up. “Another alpha…” he murmured, part awe, part playful exasperation.
Jungkook’s chest rose with a deep, satisfied breath, possessiveness and pride radiating in his low, rumbling voice. “Another little fighter in the pack…just like Jaehyun…and just like his Appa.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, inhaling the familiar scent, the life growing beneath his mate’s skin, already marking it as his to protect.
Jin chuckled again, shaking his head. “You two are going to have your hands full, but I can already tell this family is going to be unstoppable.” He gave a soft rub to his own belly, letting out a groan and a playful, “I swear my insides feel like they’re staging a revolt!”
Jimin laughed and rubbed his belly. "I know what you mean. This one feels like he's performing Swan Lake at all hours."
Jimin rested a hand over his belly, feeling the tiny shifts and movements, imagining three little boys growing up in their home, strong, protected, and cherished. Jungkook leaned down, pressing a long, tender kiss to Jimin’s hairline, murmuring, “We’ll keep him safe, always…all of our little pups.”
For a long moment, they simply watched the screen together, the rhythmic movements of their unborn child mirroring the steady beat of their hearts. The room was suffused with warmth, love, and quiet laughter...the kind that lingers long after the sound fades. The soft hum of the clinic, the joy of new life, and the protective heat of Jungkook, combined with the nurturing strength of Jimin, created a cocoon of family.
Even the smallest shifts...the flutter of tiny hands, the stretch of tiny feet, the laugh shared between them imagining their growing boys...spoke volumes about the love, protection, and devotion that would carry this family forward. Long before the newest alpha pup drew his first breath, the bond between these lives was already fierce, tangible, and unbreakable.
Chapter 59
Summary:
Taemin goes to see Jin.
Notes:
And another chapter posted. Istg these alphas I've written crack me TF up. They get so butthurt over birth control, then roll over belly up for their omegas and do whatever they want. They're so whipped.😆
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Taemin’s preheat had started last night, quiet and insistent, teasing at the edges of his senses long before sleep had claimed him. By morning, the warmth and ache had only deepened, a heady, sweet urgency that made him restless in the bed. Taehyung had sensed it almost immediately, curling around his omega protectively, nose buried in the curve of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent that clung to him like honey and fire.
The morning light was gentle, spilling through the blinds and dusting the bedroom in soft gold. Taehyung twitched instinctively, scenting the sharp, addictive aroma of Taemin’s preheat. Taemin was already aching for him, and the need it stirred in Taehyung was immediate and consuming.
He pressed closer, letting the tip of his cock brush against Taemin’s tight, wet hole. A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Mmm…you’re already dripping for me, baby,” he murmured, rough and possessive.
Taemin whimpered, a soft, high-pitched sound, pressing back against him. “Tae…fuck me…please…”
“Always, princess,” Taehyung breathed, rolling them carefully so Taemin was on his back. He spread his omega out before him, eyes drinking in the sight of Taemin’s trembling, bare body. The sight and scent were intoxicating, and Taehyung’s cock throbbed painfully in anticipation.
He leaned down, lips brushing along Taemin’s neck, biting lightly as his hands gripped Taemin’s hips. Taehyung pressed into him slowly at first, letting Taemin adjust, savoring every gasp and shiver. When he felt Taemin’s walls clench around him, he shifted, sliding his knot fully home. Taemin cried out, arching instinctively, scent flaring hotter, desperate and urgent.
“Ah…Tae…so big…” Taemin moaned, hands clutching Taehyung’s shoulders as his body trembled.
“You’re mine, baby,” Taehyung growled, pressing him flush against his chest. He began a slow, powerful rhythm, each deep thrust anchoring them together, knot pulsing inside Taemin. His other hand held Taemin’s wrists above his head, forcing his gaze to meet Taehyung’s own intense, dark eyes. “Mine to take.”
Taemin’s moans were desperate, high-pitched, wet, every sound driving Taehyung further. The knot stretched him perfectly, making each thrust unbearable in the best way. Taehyung’s low, possessive growls filled the air as he pounded into his omega, both of them spiraling higher and higher.
Finally, heat and need collided. Taemin came first, shuddering violently, scent filling the room in a haze of preheat and caramel apples. Taehyung followed, knot throbbing and locking deep, spilling himself into Taemin as he held him flush against his chest. They stayed knotted together for a long, shuddering moment, letting their heartbeats slow and their breaths come back in ragged gasps.
When the world finally settled back around them and the knot slipped free, Taehyung carefully untangled them, rolling onto his side to curl around Taemin. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Taemin’s face, thumb brushing along his jaw, lingering there like he never wanted to let go.
Taemin nuzzled into his chest, fingers tracing lazy, teasing patterns across Taehyung’s shoulders. His voice was soft, still husky from their heat. “I… I was going to go see Jin later,” he murmured, “get some birth control…and maybe some scent patches.”
Taehyung froze, a sharp, low growl rumbling in his chest. His alpha instincts flared, sharp and possessive, and for a moment his mind spiraled.
Birth control? Does our omega…not want our pups?
His alpha whined inside him, urgent and panicked, like claws scraping at his chest.
The thought twisted through him like a knife, making his tail twitch anxiously beneath the sheets. His hands tightened slightly around Taemin’s waist. “Birth control…” he repeated, voice a whiny growl, almost pleading. The very idea of anyone...or anything...coming between him and his omega’s body, his future pups, made his chest ache.
Taemin smiled at his disgruntled alpha and pressed a reassuring hand to his chest, sensing the tension, brushing slow circles across Taehyung’s chest to soothe him. “Tae…I want us to enjoy each other before we have pups. Just us…but I also need to feel safe, and I want to do this right. We can still take our time before...pups.”
Taehyung’s growl softened slightly, though the alpha undercurrent of worry lingered. He inhaled deeply, scenting the lingering traces of Taemin’s preheat, grounding himself in the reality of the moment. This wasn’t rejection...it was just a not right now situation. Slowly, he leaned down, brushing a possessive kiss to Taemin’s temple. “I…I don’t like it,” he admitted, voice low, rough, vulnerable even. “But…I respect my omega’s body, wants and needs.” His hands traced slow, lingering paths down Taemin’s sides, grounding himself in the closeness, in the truth of Taemin’s trust. “I understand…but my alpha…” His voice broke slightly, alpha whining inside. “…my alpha doesn’t like it.”
Taemin smiled softly, warmth radiating from him, curling closer. “Thank you, Tae. I just…I want us to enjoy my first heat together, fully. Just us.”
Taehyung nuzzled him, growling low, alpha instincts still humming protectively. He pressed his forehead against Taemin’s, inhaling deeply, letting the scent of his omega settle the unease in his chest. “Mine,” he murmured, voice thick with possessiveness and relief. “Every part of you…always mine. Birth control or not…nothing changes that."
Taemin’s grin was lazy, soft, and tender. “I know,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along Taehyung’s jaw. “And when the time comes…when we’re ready for pups…I want them with you.”
Taehyung’s chest tightened with longing and relief. He pressed a lingering kiss to Taemin’s temple. “Whenever you’re ready,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “I’ll give you as many pups as you want, princess. As many as you need.”
They lay there, wrapped together, sunlight washing over them. Taehyung’s alpha instincts still hummed, buzzing protectively, alpha pacing now and then as if to remind Taemin he was still very much claimed. But tempered by trust, he let himself relax into the intimacy. Taemin’s calm, loving presence filled the space between them...a perfect balance of desire, devotion, and the unspoken promise of a future they would build together, at their own pace.
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The smell of bacon and pancakes lingered in the morning air and clung to Taemin’s hoodie as he pushed through the double doors of the clinic. The familiar scent of herbs, sterilizers, and the faint sweetness of omega pheromones wrapped around him, easing the nerves that had built on his walk over.
From somewhere deeper inside came laughter, warm and unguarded, carrying that unmistakable omega familiarity. Taemin followed it down the hall toward the lounge Jin had set aside for omegas, pausing briefly as the aroma of breakfast drifted from the staff kitchen, mixing curiously with the scent of tea and prenatal supplements.
He froze at the doorway. Jin, Jimin, and Hoseok were curled together on the oversized sofa, all three of them round with pregnancy, cradling tea cups and plates of cut fruit between the swell of their bellies. The sight hit Taemin all at once...the soft domesticity of it, the glow of contentment radiating from them.
“…I’m telling you,” Hoseok said, one hand stroking the curve of his bump, the other waving for emphasis. “Sex during pregnancy is better. Like, ridiculously good. Yoongi practically begs me every night.”
Jin snorted, pressing a hand over his mouth as his belly jumped with a kick. “Every night? Please. Namjoon acts like I’m made of glass. I have to seduce him just to get anything at all.”
Jimin, instead of blushing, leaned forward with a wicked grin. “Jungkook’s insatiable. I swear, I barely get my clothes off before he’s pressing me into the mattress. Pregnancy hormones just make it worse. Sometimes he doesn’t even wait until we’re in bed.”
Hoseok gasped dramatically, then fanned himself with his free hand. “Oh, scandalous. Our sweet Jiminie getting railed against the wall...who would’ve thought?”
Jimin only laughed, unabashed. “Don’t act shocked, Hobi. You know it’s true. We all have that one spot in the house that smells like sex now.”
Jin rolled his eyes but was smiling as he rubbed his belly. “You two are terrible influences. My poor pup is going to come out knowing way too much.”
That was when Taemin shifted in the doorway. Three pairs of eyes turned on him at once. Hoseok’s grin was instant and mischievous.
“Oh, look at that...our little Taemin’s come to join the sex-and-pregnancy gossip circle.” He waved him in with exaggerated flair. “Come, sit. Let us corrupt your innocent ears.”
Taemin froze, tugging at his hoodie strings as his ears went red. “I…um…I just came to see Jin.”
“See?” Hoseok crowed, turning to Jimin. “Caught red-handed. He’s already flustered.”
Jimin tilted his head and smirked, eyes glinting. “He probably spent the whole night getting knotted by Taehyung and now he’s walking funny.”
Taemin nearly choked, sputtering as his face went scarlet. “J-Jimin!”
The three of them burst out laughing, their voices echoing warmly through the lounge. Jin patted the open space on the sofa, still chuckling. “Come on, Taemin. Don’t mind them. Sit down.”
Reluctantly, Taemin shuffled closer, acutely aware of how different he looked compared to the three glowing, pregnant omegas.
Hoseok nudged Jimin with his elbow and sing-songed, “Give him a year. He’ll be sitting here with a belly like ours, gossiping about how many times Taehyung knots him in one night.”
Jimin smirked again, sipping his tea. “Mmm…and bragging about how he can’t get enough.”
Taemin sank onto the sofa, tugging at his hoodie sleeves like they could somehow shield him from the heat climbing his neck. He regretted walking in the second he sat down...because the three of them were absolutely relentless.
“So,” Hoseok purred, eyes sparkling with mischief. “How many times did Taehyung knot you last night, Taemin? Once? Twice? Don’t lie, I can smell it on you.”
Taemin’s mouth opened, then snapped shut, his face blazing red. “That’s none of your...”
“Oh, it’s at least twice,” Jimin cut in, wicked grin curving his lips. “You wouldn’t be blushing that hard if it was just once. Taehyung doesn’t strike me as the type to stop when his omega’s begging.”
Hoseok laughed so hard he had to hold his belly, the pup inside giving a kick as if in protest. “God, I remember the first time Yoongi knotted me...he nearly hyperventilated because I wouldn’t let him pull out, I was clinging so hard.”
Jin fanned himself, cheeks flushed, but his eyes twinkled. “Don’t pretend you weren’t screaming for more. You told me yourself he had you dripping down your thighs for hours.”
Hoseok gasped in mock outrage, then burst into giggles. “Betrayed by my own best friend!”
Jimin leaned back, his tone sultry now. “Pregnancy just makes it better. Jungkook fills me so full, and when he knots…” He bit his lip, the picture of shameless bliss. “It feels like he’s claiming me all over again. Sometimes I can’t stop shaking afterward.”
Taemin made a strangled sound, half embarrassment, half…something else. His thighs pressed together unconsciously.
Jin gave him a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve all been there. The first time your alpha knots you and you realize you can’t live without it…well.” His hand stroked the swell of his stomach tenderly. “Let’s just say that’s how this little one happened.”
Jimin’s smirk softened into something warm. “Don’t look so scared, Taemin. You’ll love it. That bond only gets deeper with time. Heat will ruin you for anyone but him.”
Hoseok giggled, leaning forward conspiratorially. “And trust me...once you’re pregnant, the sex gets even dirtier. Your alpha won’t be able to keep his hands off you. Something about seeing you round and swollen with his pup drives them crazy.”
Taemin buried his face in his hands, groaning. “Why did I even come in here?”
Jimin patted his thigh, laughing. “Because you’re one of us now. And this is what we do...drink tea, eat fruit, and talk about how good our alphas fuck us.”
Taemin peeked out from behind his hands, ears burning. “You’re all insane.”
“Mm, maybe,” Hoseok hummed, stroking his belly. “But you’ll understand soon enough. Just wait until Taehyung starts fucking you through your heats. You’ll be screaming for his pups before long.”
Taemin made another strangled noise, and Jimin laughed so hard he nearly tipped his tea over.
It was Jin who finally waved a hand, trying to settle everyone. “Alright, alright, let’s not traumatize him too much his first time joining our gossip.” His smile gentled as he looked at Taemin. “Sweetheart, did you come for something specific? Or just to be corrupted by us?”
Taemin cleared his throat, his voice low. “Actually…I was hoping to see you, Jin.”
That got all three of them leaning in, curiosity sharp.
“I wanted to…um…get some birth control,” Taemin admitted, words tumbling out in a rush. “And scent patches too. My preheat started last night, and I don’t want to risk anything just yet. Taehyung and I..." He stopped, face burning again. “We talked. I want us to enjoy each other before pups.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Jimin’s grin spread wicked again. “You’re responsible about it? That’s hot.”
Hoseok clapped his hands together. “God, you’re adorable. You’re glowing just talking about him.”
Jin chuckled, patting Taemin’s knee reassuringly. “Ignore them. You’re smart to come. I’ll set you up with both. You deserve to decide when you’re ready.”
Taemin exhaled, shoulders relaxing. “Thank you.”
“And don’t let Taehyung’s growling scare you,” Jin added knowingly, eyes warm. “Every alpha hates the thought of birth control when their instincts are screaming for pups. But the good ones listen when their omegas speak.”
Taemin’s lips curved, soft and a little shy. “He listens. He didn’t like it, but he said he respected what I wanted.”
Jimin gave a dreamy sigh. “That’s when you know it’s real. When your alpha wants you swollen with his pups, but still waits because you asked him to.”
Jimin leaned back with a smirk, rubbing at the curve of his belly. “Jungkook was so hurt when I even mentioned birth control for my last heat.” He laughed, eyes sparkling as he recalled it. “I thought he was going to beg me to let him pup me right then and there. Luckily for him…” Jimin’s voice softened, fond and teasing all at once, “…I actually love being pregnant.”
Hoseok snorted into his tea. “That man worships the ground you walk on. You say the word, and he’s dropping to his knees.”
“That’s how we got Baby Peach,” Jimin went on proudly, gesturing toward the corner of the clinic.
Taemin turned, and his heart melted. A tiny pup lay curled up on a soft blanket on the sofa beside them, breathing deep little puffs in sleep, lashes brushing flushed cheeks. The picture of innocence.
Taemin’s face softened instantly, a coo slipping out before he could stop it. “Ohhh, he’s so precious.”
“Isn’t he?” Jimin beamed, his entire scent blooming warm with pride. “The sweetest little thing.”
Taemin leaned down a little closer, careful not to wake him, and whispered, “He looks just like you.”
Jimin’s smile turned shy at the edges, hand smoothing over his bump. “That’s what Jungkook says too.”
Taemin’s soft cooing didn’t go unnoticed. Hoseok arched a brow over his teacup, smirking knowingly. “Look at him,” he drawled, nudging Jin with his elbow. “Already cooing like a mother hen. Won’t be long before he’s doing that over his own pup.”
Taemin flushed immediately, straightening up. “I...no, I told Tae I want to wait,” he said quickly, his ears heating up as though he could already hear Taehyung growling in his head.
Jin chuckled, rubbing his round belly in slow circles. “Mmm, that’s what we all said at first. And then our alphas started making puppy eyes every time we mentioned birth control.”
Jimin laughed at that, his grin wicked. “Or in Jungkook’s case, sulking like a kicked puppy.” He leaned in, conspiratorial. “Taehyung’s already growling, isn’t he?”
Taemin sputtered, cheeks heating as he glanced away. His silence was answer enough.
All three omegas burst into laughter, the warm, teasing kind that filled the clinic like sunshine. Hoseok grinned, resting his chin in his hand. “Trust me, sweetheart, alphas can whine louder than pups when it comes to wanting babies.You’ll see.”
Taemin’s gaze lingered on Baby Peach, but then he shook his head, firming his resolve. “No,” he said softly but with surprising conviction. “I really do want to wait. I love Tae, and I know he’ll make a wonderful appa one day, but…I want us to have time first. Just us.”
The other omegas quieted at his words. The teasing smiles softened into something warmer, more supportive. Jin reached over, resting a gentle hand on Taemin’s arm. “That’s wise,” he said sincerely. “Not every omega knows how to listen to their own needs before being swept up in their alpha’s wants. You’re putting your bond first.”
Hoseok nodded in agreement, his smile warm. “And that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Knowing what you want, and standing by it...it makes you strong. Your alpha will respect that, even if he grumbles. Me and Yoongi waited years before having this pup.”
Jimin leaned back with a grin, softer now. “Don’t let us pressure you. We like teasing, but every bond has its own timing. When you’re ready, you’ll know. And from what I can tell…your Tae won’t let you forget how badly he wants it.”
The group chuckled, but it was gentler this time, more affectionate than teasing. Taemin’s chest loosened with relief. He smiled shyly, bowing his head in gratitude. “Thank you. I…needed to hear that.”
Baby Peach let out a tiny sigh in his sleep, and Taemin glanced back at him, still feeling the warmth in his chest...but this time, steady in his choice.
Jin’s warm hand squeezed Taemin’s arm reassuringly. “Alright, then. Let’s get you sorted,” he said, motioning toward the small examination room off the lounge. “We’ll set you up with birth control and scent patches so you can feel safe and in control during your heats.”
Taemin followed, taking a deep breath as he entered the room. The clinic smelled faintly of roses and antiseptic, grounding him in the moment. Jin gestured for him to sit on the exam table, his hands moving confidently as he prepared everything.
“Do you want me to go over how the patches work, or are you already familiar?” Jin asked, handing him a small set of instructions alongside the neatly packaged patches.
Taemin shook his head. “I think I understand. I just…don't want anyone to smell my pheromones while I'm like this. I want to make sure I do it right.”
“Good,” Jin said with a small smile. “That’s very responsible. You’ll be able to enjoy yourself and Taehyung without worrying, and the patches help regulate your scent so it’s easier to manage for both of you.”
He handed Taemin the birth control, demonstrating carefully how to use it. Taemin listened intently, absorbing every word. He nodded, following Jin’s guidance with meticulous care, feeling a quiet sense of reassurance settle over him.
When Jin finished, he patted Taemin’s shoulder. “All done. You’re good to go. Just remember to follow the schedule, and if you have any questions, come straight to me.”
Taemin smiled softly, pocketing the instructions. “Thank you, Jin. I feel…better already.”
Jin’s warm gaze lingered on him, approving and gentle. “That’s what I’m here for, sweetheart. You’re doing exactly the right thing.”
Taemin left the examination room feeling lighter, the weight of anxiety lifted. With the birth control and patches in place, he could now fully embrace this time with Taehyung, knowing he was taking care of himself while respecting the pace he wanted for their relationship.
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The war room was silent but for the low rumble of men’s voices and the scratch of pens over thick paper. Jungkook sat at the head of the table, posture sharp, black fitted button up shirt peeled back to reveal the ink curling down his forearm, complete with a charcoal vest that clung to his broad shoulders and small waist. Around him were five visiting alphas, powerful men in their own right, yet they carried themselves deferentially in his presence.
The door creaked open.
Every head turned at once.
Barefoot, glowing, and impossibly soft against the sharp lines of the room, Jimin stepped inside. His pink sundress clung gently to the swell of his pregnancy, the sunlight from the hall catching on the golden warmth of his skin. His honey-citrus and pregnant omega scent poured into the room like a tidal wave, cloying and intoxicating, coating the air with the lush promise of omega.
Five pairs of nostrils flared. Pupils blew wide.
One alpha’s pen clattered to the table. Another’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, fighting the primal urge to scent-mark, to claim what was so brazenly out of reach. Their jaws went slack, mouths parted ever so slightly as though they could taste Jimin on their tongues already.
Jimin’s eyes widened when he realized he’d walked straight into a meeting. “Oh...” his voice was soft, a guilty lilt, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were busy.”
That was when Jungkook’s growl ripped through the room.
Low, guttural, vibrating through the glass until the very windows trembled. It was not just sound...it was dominance made tangible, a warning as sharp as teeth against the jugular.
Instantly, the alphas’ gazes snapped away from Jimin and down toward the head of the table. Their throats bared instinctively, every one of them bowing to the invisible weight Jungkook cast over the room.
Jungkook’s jaw was tight, dark eyes burning with unmasked possession as he extended a hand. His palm, inked with faint scars, opened wide and beckoned, his voice rough velvet when he spoke.
“Come here, baby.”
The room was so quiet, Jimin could hear the stutter of his own heartbeat as he stepped forward, drawn to Jungkook’s command as if the world itself had narrowed down to that single, waiting hand.
Jimin’s bare feet shuffled softly on the polished floor as he stepped fully into Jungkook’s reach. The other alphas froze immediately, instincts screaming at them that this omega was claimed.
Jungkook’s dark eyes roamed over Jimin’s beautiful, glowing, pregnant form, his alpha clawing inside his chest. He reached out, tilting Jimin’s chin up so their gazes met.
“What do you need, baby?” Jungkook asked, voice low, rumbling through his chest.
Jimin’s lips parted, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. His voice trembled, soft and vulnerable as he whispered. “I need you…”
“You have me,” Jungkook repeated, growl rolling through him like thunder. His gaze flicked to the five visiting alphas, all tense, all aware of the boundary they could not cross.
Then, without warning, Jungkook pressed his mouth to Jimin’s mating bite, biting gently, just enough to claim, and scenting deeply, marking him in front of the room. The sharp inhale of the other alphas was instantaneous. Their noses twitched, pupils dilating, but every instinct told them to stay frozen, submissive, utterly aware of the claim Jungkook had just made.
“Mine,” Jungkook rumbled, lips brushing over the Jimin's mating mark, tongue flicking briefly to leave his scent warm and undeniable. “Only mine. This is my mate. My omega. Lower your eyes when you look upon him and show him respect. Don’t forget who he belongs to.” He growled to the five alpha's.
Jimin shivered, melting into Jungkook’s arms, the blush deepening as heat pooled low in his belly and warmth flooded his chest.
Jungkook’s hand found Jimin’s hip, holding him close, steadying him while keeping the claim undeniable to the room. “See the pup he carries inside him? That's my blood.” He murmured, voice low and dangerous, eyes sweeping over the five alphas. “He's mine. Don't even think about touching what's mine.”
The visiting alphas lowered their gazes further, swallowing hard, their posture submissive, hearts hammering at the display of Jungkook’s dominance.
Jimin’s fingers clutched Jungkook’s shirt, overwhelmed by the intensity of the mark and the scent, utterly aware of how completely he belonged. Jungkook pressed his forehead to Jimin’s temple, inhaling, savoring, and murmuring possessively, “Always mine. Only mine.”
Jungkook’s dark gaze swept over the five visiting alphas one last time, every inch of him radiating dominance. “Meeting’s over,” he said, his voice low, unyielding, leaving no room for argument. “Gather your things. You’re dismissed.”
The alphas didn’t hesitate. Heads still lowered, throats bared in instinctive submission, muscles coiled but obedient. They moved to leave, casting wary glances at Jimin, fully aware that the omega was untouchable, completely claimed. One by one, they filed out of the war room, leaving nothing but the echo of their retreating footsteps behind.
Once the room was silent, Jungkook’s hand slid firmly around Jimin’s waist, pulling him close and lifting him into his lap. The warm weight of his omega rested against him, the pregnant curves pressed flush against his body. Jimin’s fingers trembled slightly as they brushed against Jungkook’s chest, still flustered from the display.
“I didn’t like the way they looked at you…and smelled you,” Jungkook growled, low and lethal, the threat in his voice enough to make the air itself shiver.
Jimin’s fingers brushed lightly over Jungkook’s chest, warmth radiating from him as he smiled softly, leaning just enough to whisper against Jungkook’s ear. “You don’t have to worry, alpha. I’ve been yours since I laid eyes on you.”
Jungkook smiled and leaned down, pressing a possessive kiss to the top of Jimin’s forehead. “Now,” he murmured, his voice low and velvet, “tell me…what do you need, baby?”
Jimin’s cheeks warmed again, a soft, shy smile tugging at his lips. He whispered, barely audible, “I…I’m sorry about your meeting…”
A deep, rumbling growl vibrated through Jungkook’s chest, his alpha pacing inside him with raw intensity. “Shh,” he said, brushing a hand over Jimin’s hair. “You will always come first to me. That meeting…” He shook his head slightly, lips brushing along Jimin’s temple. “…that’s of no importance. You’re all that matters.”
Jimin leaned further into Jungkook, heat pooling low in his belly and warmth spreading across his chest. The blush on his cheeks deepened as he let out a quiet sigh, comforted and overwhelmed by the possessive weight of his alpha.
Jungkook’s hands traced the curves of Jimin’s hips, steadying him in his lap as he pressed his forehead to the side of his omega’s head. “Now tell alpha what you need,” he murmured, voice rough, possessive. “Whatever you need, or want, it's yours.”
“I want you so bad,” Jimin whispered, shyness threading his tone, heart racing against Jungkook’s chest. “My pregnancy hormones are driving me insane. Your knot is all I can think about.”
Jungkook growled, dark and low, as he pressed closer. “Good,” he murmured. “Then you’ll have it, baby. All of me. Always.”
Jimin pressed into Jungkook’s chest, heat pooling low and desperate, fire in his eyes. “K-Kook…please fuck me,” he demanded, voice trembling but firm. “I need you…knot me…right here…right now.”
Jungkook’s pupils darkened instantly, the rich, intoxicating pheromones spilling off his omega hitting him full force. Every nerve was alive, cock pulsing painfully, instincts screaming at the boldness of his mate.
“You’re insatiable, baby,” Jungkook growled, tilting Jimin’s chin up and pressing a possessive kiss to the curve of his neck. “So bold…so demanding…I’m at your service. Take what you need from me.”
Jimin moaned, shivering as his hands clawed at Jungkook’s shoulders, hips rolling forward insistently. “Put it in me now...”
Jungkook’s dark eyes swept over him, drinking in every curve, every pregnant swell, every flushed inch of skin. With a slow, deliberate hand, he slid his fingers under the hem of Jimin’s pink sundress, finding the damp, waiting wetness of his omega’s panties. “So ready for me…” he murmured, tugging the soaked fabric down over Jimin’s thighs, letting it pool at his knees before letting it drop to the floor.
Without breaking their closeness, Jungkook reached for his own belt and unbuckled it, the leather falling to the floor with a soft clink. He tugged at his pants, sliding them down slowly, letting his cock spring free, big, already hard and throbbing for his omega.
Jimin’s breaths came fast, hips rocking into Jungkook’s, fingers digging into him. “Please…Kook…knot me…”
Jungkook growled low in response, cupping Jimin’s pregnant hips with both hands, helping him straddle him, tilting him perfectly, and pressing the tip of his cock at the tight, wet entrance. Slowly, deliberately, he slid inside, letting Jimin adjust, filling him inch by inch.
“Oh…Kook…” Jimin’s breath hitched, body trembling as the full sensation hit him. “So…big…so full…”
“It's yours, baby,” Jungkook growled, pressing a possessive kiss to the side of Jimin’s temple. “All yours. And I’m not letting go.”
Jungkook shifted, feeling the knot swell bigger, trying to catch on his rim. Jimin gasped, shivering violently, scent flaring thickly, every inch of him claiming Jungkook’s attention. His hands fisted in Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him flush against himself, hips pressing, desperate and needy.
“Ah…Kook…please…I want it so bad…” Jimin moaned, voice high, rough, demanding.
“Good,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and rough, pressing his forehead to the side of Jimin’s face. “That’s my omega…so eager…so desperate for me.”
With his big cock fully lodged inside, Jungkook began a slow, powerful rhythm, letting the knot pulse while his hands roamed possessively over Jimin’s pregnant curves. Every shiver, gasp, and whimper reinforced the unbreakable bond between them, possession and pleasure entwined.
Jungkook leaned back slightly in the leather chair, one hand resting behind his head, the other firmly gripping Jimin’s hips, guiding each desperate, fevered movement. His knot was throbbing and swelling, and the sensation of Jimin grinding over him, aggressive and insistent, drove every one of his alpha instincts to the edge.
Jimin’s eyes were dark with need, cheeks flushed, lips parted in sharp, shivering gasps. “K-Kook…I want it…please…knot me…fill me…” he growled, rocking aggressively against the alpha. His pregnant belly pressed firmly against Jungkook’s thighs, every movement pushing him deeper.
Jungkook’s dark eyes roamed over his omega, pupils dilating as he groaned low. “You’re so bold…so insatiable, baby…so wet…so needy…” His free hand behind his head flexed, as he watched Jimin ride him, knot desperately wanting to lock them perfectly together.
Jimin arched, pressing every curve into Jungkook’s lap, hands clawing at his shoulders, desperate to hold him close while grinding down with fierce, demanding rhythm. “I’m yours…all yours…please…Kook…take me…knot me…mine…”
“Good…ride me, baby,” Jungkook growled, hand on Jimin’s hips guiding each frantic, insistent thrust. “Let me feel how much you need me to fill that tight little hole…mine to fill, mine to claim…”
Jimin whimpered, shivering as heat pooled low in his belly, pregnant hormones heightening every sensation. “Ah…Kook…harder…deeper…don’t stop…mine…just mine…” He pressed himself fully down, grinding with forceful, erratic movements, riding his big cock aggressively.
Jungkook’s hand tightened slightly on Jimin’s hips, adjusting, controlling, steadying while letting him move exactly how he needed. “So good…so tight…so fuckin’ needy…mine,” he growled, leaning back further, eyes dark, watching every shiver and gasp.
Jimin’s breath hitched, hands clutching at Jungkook’s chest, hips bouncing over him, desperate for the knot’s full pleasure. “I…I can’t...so close…Kook…don’t stop…take me…”
“Mine…all mine,” Jungkook growled, tilting his head back, letting the tension build. He guided Jimin’s hips with precise, commanding movements, letting every pulse of the knot and every impatient grind of his omega meet in perfect, heated rhythm.
Jimin’s cries were high, wet, and sharp, pregnant heat making each motion more desperate, more intense. “Ah…Kook…so full…I love your big cock…” He shivered violently, body trembling, completely consumed by the pleasure, by the claim, by the alpha guiding him.
Jungkook’s free hand adjusted Jimin’s hip, steadying him, pressing them flush together while the knot swelled bigger inside, a perfect, unbreakable claim. “Mine,” he growled low, voice thick with possessive heat. “Always mine…every inch…every pulse…you belong to me…”
Jimin’s head fell back, hair cascading over his shoulders, breath catching in ragged gasps. “Ah…Kook…gonna cum so hard for you, alpha...” He moved faster now, impatient, bold, every thrust pressing him deeper onto the knot, eliciting low, vibrating growls from Jungkook.
“Good…that’s it…ride me, baby…show me how much you want me,” Jungkook rumbled, one hand still behind his head, the other keeping Jimin flush against him, guiding and controlling every aggressive movement. “Mine…all mine…”
Jimin’s pregnant heat made every sensation sharper, every motion electric. His moans rose in pitch, fingers clutching Jungkook’s vest, his body trembling with desperate, urgent need. “Ah…Kook…so close…don’t stop…please…fill me…”
Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s hips tightened slightly, adjusting the angle so the knot pressed perfectly, sending waves of overstimulation through his omega. “That’s my baby…so tight…so fuckin’ perfect…mine,” he growled, watching as Jimin shuddered violently, grinding down with reckless abandon, completely aggressive in his need.
Jimin cried out, hips shivering, body arching into Jungkook, sweat glistening along his pregnant curves. “K-Kook…fuck…yes…so close…”
Jungkook growled deep, voice rolling through his chest, low and dark, as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. “Cum for me, baby…show me how mine you are…”
Jimin’s body convulsed, riding the knot with relentless, desperate energy, cries tearing from his throat. Heat pooled deep, pressing every nerve to the edge, and he shivered violently, surrendering fully to Jungkook’s claim. “Ah…Kook…yes…give me my knot...your cum…”
Jungkook groaned, following him, knot pulsing inside as he released, spilling deep into Jimin, holding him flush against himself. Every pulse, every throb of the knot reinforced the irrevocable possession, the burning alpha-omega bond.
They stayed locked together, bodies trembling, breathing ragged, Jimin shivering atop him as the knot throbbed and settled. Jungkook’s hands moved to cup his omega’s pregnant belly, pressing him down, forehead resting against Jimin’s temple. “Always mine…every inch…every pulse…you belong to me, baby,” he murmured, possessive, satisfied, and utterly content.
Jimin melted into him, hips still twitching from overstimulation, pregnant heat slowly ebbing, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and euphoria. “Yes…always yours…” he whispered, soft, needy, flushed, completely claimed.
Jungkook’s thumb brushed along his jaw, eyes dark and unwavering. “Mine,” he growled again, tilting Jimin’s head to press a final possessive kiss to his temple. “Only mine. Every part of you…mine.”
After a few quiet minutes Jimin sighed softly, “Mmmm…I so needed that, Koo...” Jimin murmured, pressing himself closer to Jungkook, still flushed and shivering. “I’ve been so needy lately…I swear, I got so turned on watching you brush your teeth this morning.”
“My teeth?” Jungkook laughed, a low, rumbling growl vibrating through his chest. “If that does it for you, baby…I’ll make sure you watch me brush my teeth from here on out,” he teased, eyes dark and playful, hands brushing over Jimin’s ass cheeks and spreading him wide around his knot, possessively.
Jimin gasped at the sensation then giggled, slapping Jungkook’s chest lightly, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. “You’re just…gorgeous,” he said, voice breathless and warm. “I desire you all the time…every second, every thought.”
“Mmm…” Jungkook murmured, pulling Jimin flush against him, tilting his chin to press a slow, possessive kiss to the side of his omega’s neck. “I'm glad you think so…because I intend to be the one you’re always thinking about, baby. All of you…mine.”
Jimin pressed his forehead to Jungkook’s, eyes half-lidded with lustful exhaustion. “You…make me feel crazy…I can’t…I just want you all the time,” he admitted, voice trembling slightly, a soft whine escaping as he nuzzled into Jungkook’s chest.
“You’ll always have me, baby,” Jungkook growled, voice low, velvet-dark, and irresistible. His hands roamed over Jimin’s curves possessively. “Needy, insatiable…I love it. I love that you want me this much."
The slow, lingering pulsing of Jungkook's knot finally eased, and Jungkook shifted slightly, pulling free. His dark eyes flicked down to Jimin’s flushed, trembling form. Without a word, he grabbed a few tissues off the desk and reached behind, pressing gently against Jimin’s sensitive, slick entrance, cleaning him thoroughly. Each careful movement was possessive, claiming.
Once Jimin was clean, Jungkook dabbed himself, smirking darkly as he cleaned the evidence of his release. He bent to pick up Jimin’s damp panties, tucking them neatly into his pants pocket. “No one gets to smell your slick but me,” he murmured, voice low, dangerous.
Then, before Jimin could respond, Jungkook leaned forward, pressing a sharp, possessive nip to his lips. Jimin giggled breathlessly, the sound soft and full of heat.
Jungkook straightened, adjusting his pants and tucking his cock back inside. The sight of him, still dark-eyed and dominant, made Jimin flush again. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against Jungkook’s ear. “Baby,” he whispered, voice low and teasing, “tonight…I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Jungkook threw his head back against the chair, letting out a rumbling whine, his hands flexing over Jimin's waist. “Baby…you’re killing me,” he growled, the tension coiling deep inside his balls again.
Jimin giggled at the sound, his golden warmth radiating against Jungkook’s chest. Slowly, he slid off his lap, letting his legs carry him upright, but suddenly his head swam violently. He gasped, hands shooting to the desk for support.
Jungkook leapt up in an instant, dark eyes wide with alarm. “Baby! Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
Jimin laughed, head still spinning lightly. “I’m fine…” he said, voice teasing, the blush rising again. “…It’s just…my ass was filled with your huge cock and knot for the past hour. I finally have oxygen back to my brain.”
Jungkook’s growl shifted into a low, amused rumble. He pulled Jimin back into his chest, hands gripping his hips firmly. “You’re impossible, baby…absolutely impossible.”
Jimin giggled again, pressing close, letting the teasing tension hum between them. Jungkook’s possessive gaze followed every flicker of his expression, already anticipating how he’d claim his mischievous, bold omega again tonight.
Chapter 60
Summary:
Jungkook shows Jaehyun and Jaeha his wolf.
Hoseok goes into labor.
Notes:
This chapter is a wild mix of emotions. I apologize in advance for the cliff hanger.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Their bedroom was softly lit, warm shadows flickering against the pale walls as Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his black shirt. The fabric peeled away from his shoulders, baring smooth skin and the edge of ink trailing down his arm. Across the room, Jimin folded a blanket at the foot of the bed, his soft pink pajama set stretching gently over his rounded belly. The quiet between them was thick with the kind of peace that only came at the end of a long day.
That peace lasted all of two minutes.
“Jaeha,” Jimin sighed, though his voice carried more fondness than frustration.
Their youngest pup was toddling across the room like a tiny storm, hands reaching for anything his curious eyes caught. A drawer left open? He was digging in it. A pillow? Tossed carelessly to the floor. He squealed in delight as he tugged on the hem of Jungkook’s shirt, nearly yanking it straight out of his alpha’s hands.
“It’s bedtime, not chaos time,” Jimin chided gently, though a smile tugged at his lips.
Jungkook chuckled, scooping the boy up as though he weighed nothing. He lifted him high above his head until Jaeha burst into bright, bubbly giggles that echoed through the room. “You’ve got too much of your Appa in you,” Jungkook teased, blowing a loud raspberry against his son’s cheek before settling him back down.
From the floor, Jaehyun looked up from where he was carefully stacking blocks. His little wolf plush was tucked under one arm. With sudden determination, he stood and puffed out his chest. “Eomma, I’m a big boy now,” he declared proudly. “I’m gonna sleep in my own bed.”
Jimin blinked at him, his chest warming at the quiet confidence in his eldest’s voice. He smoothed Jaehyun’s soft hair back. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
Jaehyun nodded firmly, eyes bright. “Yes. Big boys sleep in their own bed.”
Jimin kissed his temple with a smile that was both tender and bittersweet. “Okay, my big boy. But if you get scared, you come right back in here, alright?”
“I won’t,” Jaehyun said confidently, though he clutched his wolf a little tighter as he padded off down the hall toward his little room. Jimin watched him go, pride swelling in his chest.
Meanwhile, Jaeha was squealing again, wriggling in Jungkook’s arms and grabbing at his alpha’s jawline with tiny fists. Jungkook growled playfully, laying him down on the mattress and pinning him gently with one broad hand over his tummy. “Bedtime, pup,” he rumbled, low and playful enough to make Jaeha squeal louder.
Jimin laughed softly, warmth spreading through his chest at the sight of his mate and their rambunctious little one. He reached for Jaeha’s small hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Come on, baby. Settle down for Eomma, hmm?”
Jaeha’s big round eyes blinked up at him, his wild energy tapering off at the soft sound of his Eomma's voice. The omega’s scent...sweet and calming...seemed to wash over him, pulling a wide yawn from his little mouth.
“That’s what I thought,” Jungkook smirked, scooping Jaeha up once more and laying him down in the center of the nest. The pup curled instinctively against the pillows, eyelids drooping. Jungkook bent to kiss his dark hair, only for Jaeha’s head to pop back up.
“Appa!” he gasped dramatically, eyes wide. “I need pup!”
Before Jungkook could ask what he meant, Jaeha was already crawling to the edge of the bed. Tiny fingers gripped the blanket as he slid himself down with surprising determination. His peach nightgown flared out behind him as he darted across the room, bare feet pattering against the floor.
Jungkook froze for a beat, caught between amusement and disbelief, while Jimin pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh.
At the far corner, Jaeha bent and snatched up the small, ragged baby doll...his beloved “pup.” Hugging it tightly to his chest, he toddled back with all the triumph in the world, using the blanket to climb up into the bed once more.
“See? Pup,” he announced proudly, crawling into the nest and curling protectively around the doll as though it were a real baby. His thumb popped into his mouth, his doll snug against him, and within moments his lashes fluttered closed, sleep pulling him under at last.
The room was quiet again, save for the soft rhythm of Jaeha’s breathing.
Jimin’s heart melted at the sight, his laughter soft and fond. “Just like his Appa,” he teased, turning to Jungkook.
Jungkook slid into the nest beside them, wrapping one strong arm protectively around his omega and their pup. He smirked, brushing a kiss against Jimin’s temple. “What can I say? We both need our pups to sleep."
Jimin laughed and pecked his lips, the kind of kiss that was light as a feather but enough to make Jungkook’s chest rumble in contentment.
“You know…” Jungkook’s voice dropped low, lazy but thoughtful as he stroked Jimin’s hip with the pads of his fingers, “…since Jaehyun doesn’t have school tomorrow, I was thinking.”
Jimin hummed, melting into the touch, his head finding its home against his alpha’s broad shoulder. “Thinking what, baby?”
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes gleaming with a quiet, boyish excitement that was rare for him to show. “I’m going to shift for him. Let him see my wolf for the first time. And then…” his lips curled into a small grin, “I’ll take him running with me in the yard. Play around with him for a bit.”
The words made Jimin’s heart stutter. His eyes widened, lips parting as if Jungkook had just told him the moon itself would come down to rest in their backyard. “Really?” he whispered, awe coloring every syllable. “You’d…you’d let him see?”
Jungkook smiled faintly, brushing his nose against Jimin’s temple, his voice soft but steady. “He’s ready. He’s been asking questions, hasn’t he? About wolves, about what Appa looks like. He deserves to see me...not just hear stories.” His thumb brushed over Jimin’s belly in slow, protective circles, lingering there as if touching both the life inside and the family outside. “He’s old enough now to understand it’s something sacred, something just for family.”
Jimin’s chest warmed at the thought, so much love swelling in him he felt he might burst. His omega instincts purred with pride for his son and his alpha both. “He’ll love it,” he whispered, eyes soft and shining. “He’ll think you’re the most amazing thing in the world.”
Jungkook chuckled, low and deep, like a satisfied growl in his chest. “He already thinks I am,” he teased, dimples flashing.
Jimin rolled his eyes, giving his chest a playful swat, though his lips betrayed him with a smile. But the moment didn’t stay light for long...the air shifted as Jungkook’s expression softened, seriousness creeping into his gaze.
“I want him to see my wolf and know he’s safe,” he said firmly, his voice vibrating with conviction. “That his Appa is strong enough to protect him and his Eomma always.”
The devotion in those words tightened Jimin’s throat, tears prickling faintly at the corners of his eyes. He leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to Jungkook’s jaw, lips resting there for a moment longer than necessary. “He already knows, Koo,” Jimin murmured against his skin. “But tomorrow…you’ll make him feel it in his bones.”
Jungkook smirked at that, satisfaction warming his chest as he tugged Jimin closer until their bodies touched from shoulder to knee. “Good. Because my boy deserves the world.”
Jimin smiled softly, tender as moonlight, curling closer into his alpha’s warmth. “All our boys do,” he whispered, one hand brushing over Jaeha’s tiny back where the pup snuggled with his doll.
Jungkook looked down at the sight...his youngest pup sprawled across the nest, cheeks flushed in sleep, thumb still in his mouth...and felt something primal and unshakable lock in place inside him. With Jimin in his arms and their pups safe between them, there was nothing in the world he wouldn’t burn down to keep this peace intact.
The nest smelled of their family, warm and sweet, layered with the comfort of home. With Jaeha nestled against their sides and Jaehyun sleeping proudly in his own bed down the hall, the night wrapped itself around them like a promise. Tomorrow would be something magical...a memory etched into their pup’s heart forever.
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The late morning sun stretched over the backyard, warm and golden. The grass was still damp with dew, sparkling like scattered diamonds as Jaeha toddled barefoot across the yard with his doll in tow, giggling when Jimin swooped in to scoop him up. Jaehyun, on the other hand, was running circles in the open space, his little wolf plushie clutched tight in one hand, his laughter carrying into the air.
Jungkook stood watching, arms folded loosely over his chest, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. But when his gaze found Jaehyun...so full of energy, pride shining in his little shoulders...it shifted. This wasn’t just playtime. Today was something sacred.
“Jaehyun,” Jungkook called, his deep voice carrying easily.
The boy skidded to a stop in the grass, head snapping toward his father with bright eyes. “Yes, Appa?”
Jungkook dropped to one knee in the grass, motioning for his son to come closer. His expression was softer than usual, steady but carrying weight. Jimin noticed it instantly and pulled Jaeha closer against his hip, instinctively quieting the little one as he turned to watch.
Jaehyun padded over, chest heaving with the effort of running, cheeks flushed pink from the sun. He tilted his head, curious, wolf plush hugged tight against him.
Jungkook placed his big hands on Jaehyun’s small shoulders, grounding him with the gentleness of an alpha who saw his pup as something sacred. His eyes locked with his son’s, dark and gleaming.
“Son,” Jungkook said slowly, deliberately, “would you like to see my wolf?”
Jaehyun’s eyes went wide, lips parting in astonishment. For a long second he was still, processing the enormity of the offer. Then he gasped, bouncing on his toes with barely contained excitement. “Really?! You’ll show me, Appa?”
Jungkook’s lips curved, a rare dimple appearing. “Yes. But only if you’re ready. This isn’t like a story or a picture in a book. It’s…powerful. Sacred. It’s something only family gets to see.”
Jaehyun nodded furiously, curls bouncing, eyes burning with pride and awe. “I’m ready! I promise! I wanna see!”
From where he stood, Jimin’s throat tightened, emotion shimmering in his chest. He shifted Jaeha in his arms and hesitated, worry flickering across his face. “Koo…what about Jaeha?” he whispered, brushing a hand through the baby omega’s fine hair. “He’s still so little. Won’t he be scared?”
Jungkook turned his head, gaze softening as it landed on their youngest pup. Jaeha had his thumb in his mouth, doll tucked tight under one arm, big round eyes fixed curiously on his Appa.
“Jaeha is fearless,” Jungkook said, certainty and pride rumbling in his chest. “He won’t be scared. He’ll know me, just like he knew Jaehyun.”
Jimin exhaled, reassured, pressing a kiss to Jaeha’s hair as the little one blinked up at Jungkook, unafraid.
Jungkook stroked his thumb across Jaehyun’s jaw before rising slowly to his full height. His alpha aura began to shift subtly, the air thickening with primal energy that made the hair on Jimin’s arms stand up.
“Stay close to Eomma while I change,” Jungkook said gently, glancing at Jimin before returning his gaze to his son. “When I shift, you’ll see me...the real me. And then…we’ll run and play together.”
Jaehyun’s little fists clenched tight around his plush wolf as he nodded so hard his whole body seemed to bounce. “Okay, Appa. I’m not scared. I wanna see!”
Jungkook smiled faintly, already beginning to loosen the last threads of control over his wolf. His voice dropped low, meant only for Jaehyun.
“Then watch closely, son. This is your Appa.”
The air seemed to thrum with anticipation, thickening as Jungkook let his wolf rise. His shoulders rolled, spine straightening as the shift pulled through him. A deep growl rumbled out of his chest, vibrating the ground beneath their feet, and Jimin’s breath caught, clutching Jaeha tighter against his chest as he watched.
Bone and sinew rippled, muscle stretching, skin tightening before fur burst through in sleek waves of black. His body expanded, grew, reshaped...his clothes shredding under the sheer mass as paws, massive and powerful, pressed into the grass. A great black wolf unfurled before them, broad-shouldered and towering, his head rising easily to Jimin’s waist. His eyes...Jungkook’s eyes...burned molten gold, locking instantly onto his family.
Jaehyun’s mouth fell open, stunned silence lasting only seconds before it broke into the most joyous laugh Jimin had ever heard. His little boy bounced on his toes, throwing his hands up with absolute glee. “Eomma!” he gasped, eyes wide with awe. “This is the coolest thing ever! My Appa is huge!”
Jimin’s lips trembled into a smile, heart squeezing as he watched his son practically vibrating with excitement. “Yes, sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing Jaehyun’s curls back. “Your Appa is amazing.”
Beside him, Jaeha squirmed wildly in his arms, his tiny omega scent bubbling with happiness. He squealed, pointing both hands toward the wolf. “Appa! Big wolf!” His laughter rang out, shrill and delighted. “Down, Eomma, down! See Appa!”
Jimin hesitated only a second before setting Jaeha down on the grass. The little boy wobbled once on unsteady legs before toddling straight toward the towering wolf without a shred of fear.
Jungkook lowered his massive head immediately, a low, soft rumble rolling out of his chest...not dominance, not warning, but affection. As soon as Jaeha reached him, the great wolf leaned down, tongue swiping wetly across his pup’s round cheeks.
Jaeha squealed in laughter, stumbling into the thick ruff of fur at Jungkook’s chest. His tiny hands buried themselves in the silken black coat as he pressed his face to him, giggling breathlessly. Jungkook nudged him gently, nose brushing over his neck in a tender nuzzle, scenting his baby omega like the most precious thing in the world.
Jimin’s throat tightened at the sight...his mate, massive and wild, yet so impossibly gentle with the pups they’d made together.
Jaehyun ran up next, awe still radiating from his little body. He hovered just a moment before reaching out, tiny fingers brushing over the thick fur at Jungkook’s side. His eyes lit up instantly. “He’s so soft!” he gasped, spinning toward Jimin with a look of pure wonder. “Eomma, Appa’s the biggest wolf in the whole world!”
The massive wolf huffed, dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges in unmistakable amusement, before nosing both boys closer with his broad muzzle...his pups tucked against him, safe, cherished, adored.
The great wolf’s brown gaze flicked from his pups back to Jimin, standing barefoot in the grass, one hand braced over his rounded belly.
Slowly, deliberately, Jungkook padded toward him. The earth trembled faintly under the weight of his paws, his shadow stretching wide across the yard. Jimin’s breath caught, every instinct telling him he should feel dwarfed, overpowered...but all he felt was safe, cherished.
When Jungkook stopped before him, his massive head lowered, pressing his nose gently to Jimin’s belly. He inhaled deeply, dragging in the scent of their unborn pup, the promise of life that pulsed strong and steady within. A low, resonant rumble vibrated through his chest...pride, possession, devotion all in one.
Jimin’s eyes softened, hand threading into the thick black fur at his nape. “You smell him, don’t you?” he whispered, voice tender.
The wolf huffed against his belly, then licked over the curve with a reverence that made Jimin’s heart squeeze. The gesture was primal...an alpha acknowledging his next pup, an alpha heir still tucked safely inside his omega.
Behind them, Jaehyun’s jaw dropped, eyes wide in awe. “Eomma,” he gasped, tugging at Jimin’s pajama pants, “Appa’s saying hi to the baby!”
Jaeha squealed with laughter, stumbling back over to join them, clutching his ragged doll. “Appa lick pup!” he crowed, pointing excitedly at Jimin’s belly.
The massive wolf rumbled again, circling his omega and pressing his great muzzle once more to the side of Jimin’s stomach. His eyes met Jimin’s, molten gold and unyielding, as if to say: I see him. He is mine. Ours.
Jimin’s throat tightened with emotion, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. He cradled Jungkook’s jaw with both hands, pressing a trembling kiss to his snout. “He knows you’re here,” he whispered. “He knows his Appa.”
The wolf’s chest swelled, proud and protective, before nudging Jimin closer into his thick fur, their unborn child acknowledged, claimed, and cherished even before he took his first breath.
Jaehyun was still bouncing on his toes, cheeks flushed pink with excitement, when he suddenly froze. His little brows furrowed, head cocking slightly, as though he’d heard something no one else could.
“Eomma…” he whispered, tugging at Jimin’s sleeve. “Appa...he’s talking to me.”
Jimin blinked, heart skipping, his gaze flicking to the massive wolf in front of them. Jungkook’s deep brown eyes glowed like embers in the fading light, fixed intently on his eldest pup.
Jaehyun’s lips parted, his chest rising and falling with fast, shallow breaths. He clutched his Eomma’s hand tight. “He said…he wants me to change when I'm ready. Into my wolf.”
Jimin’s breath shuddered out, half in awe, half in nerves. He brushed a kiss to his son’s hair. “Okay, baby. I’ll be right here. Just close your eyes and listen to Appa’s voice.”
The wolf prowled closer, lowering his massive body until his muzzle was level with his pup. He exhaled slow and hot, his scent enveloping Jaehyun like a protective blanket.
The air seemed to thrum with energy, the yard alive with anticipation. Jaeha squealed again, clapping his little hands, bouncing on his toes as though he knew something big was about to happen.
Jaehyun trembled for a moment, then took a deep breath. His brown eyes locked with Jungkook’s, absorbing every inch of his Appa’s massive wolf form. Slowly, deliberately…he shifted.
Fur sprouted along his skin, ears elongating, tail flicking behind him as his little body morphed into a wolf pup...bigger than Jaeha, but with the same golden glow in his eyes. His claws clicked softly against the grass as he wobbled to his paws, looking up at Jungkook with awe.
“Appa!” he barked, voice still young but filled with pure joy. “Look at us! We're both wolves!”
Jungkook’s massive form lowered to his pup’s level, tail wagging slightly, eyes alight with pride and warmth. “That’s my pup,” he rumbled, his voice deep and rolling like distant thunder. “You’ve got your Appa’s blood in you. Now…let’s play.”
Jaehyun’s tail swished back and forth wildly, excitement radiating off him. “I’m ready! I’m ready! Let’s run, Appa!”
Jaeha, still toddling in his nightgown, squealed and clapped his hands. “Appa! Big wolf! Jaehyun puppy!” He scrambled closer, eyes wide and sparkling with laughter.
Jungkook gave a low, approving growl, then nudged Jaehyun gently with his massive snout. “Come on, pup. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Jaehyun bounded forward with surprising speed for his size, hopping and leaping across the yard. Jungkook’s enormous paws pounded the grass behind him, moving effortlessly to match his son’s pace. The yard became a blur of black fur and joyful chaos, Jaeha giggling and toddling along the edges, and Jimin watching from the porch with a smile that threatened to split his face.
“You’re amazing, baby,” Jimin whispered as he watched Jungkook with their pup, brushing a hand over his own belly.
Jungkook’s head dipped slightly, eyes flicking back to Jimin as he trotted around their little wolf pup. Jaehyun barked happily, turning in a tight circle before racing toward his father again, tail high. Jungkook followed, rumbles vibrating through the yard with every step, proud, fierce, and utterly in love with the little pack before him.
Jaeha, fearless as always, toddled gingerly onto the grass, his little hands reaching out to the two wolves. Jungkook lowered himself to his massive paws, letting the tiny omega explore safely, while Jaehyun, now fully in his pup-sized wolf form, bounced around excitedly, tail wagging, ears perked.
Jaeha squealed with delight and clambered onto Jungkook’s side, attempting to climb the enormous wolf like a jungle gym. The wolf huffed gently, a deep rumble vibrating through his chest, and nudged the pup gently with his snout, careful not to let him fall. Every paw placement was deliberate, every movement slow and reassuring.
From the porch, Jimin laughed softly, the warmth of the scene tugging at his chest. His eyes followed Jaeha as he climbed, kicked, and hugged the massive furred body of his Appa, completely absorbed in the joy of play. Jungkook’s massive frame shifted slightly to accommodate, nuzzling and licking Jaeha gently as he wriggled and squealed with happiness.
Even in wolf form, Jungkook’s protective, loving nature was evident...each growl and nuzzle an unspoken promise that this little omega was safe, cherished, and completely his. Jimin’s heart swelled at the sight: his boys, wild and free in the yard, under the careful watch of the alpha who sired and gave them life.
The image of Jaeha trying to “ride” Jungkook, tiny limbs flailing against broad fur, brought a light, full laugh from Jimin. The sound carried across the yard, mixing with the wolves’ playful growls and barks, filling the evening air with warmth, love, and the unshakable bond of their little family.
They played for hours, the sun dipping lower and casting a golden glow over the yard. Jaeha’s laughter never waned, Jaehyun barked and tumbled in exuberance, and Jungkook moved with infinite patience and care, letting the pups explore, tumble, and discover the joy of the yard while keeping them utterly safe. Jimin watched, chest full, marveling at the way his alpha and his boys brought the yard...and the world...to life.
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LATER THAT NIGHT
The room was dark except for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Hoseok shifted restlessly in their nest, tangled in blankets, until a sudden, sharp pain shot low in his abdomen and across his back.
“Hngh!” he cried out, clutching himself.
Instantly, Yoongi’s eyes snapped open, pupils dilated, hand already reaching for the gun on the nightstand before he remembered it wasn’t needed. His instincts, honed from years of guarding the Nocturne Syndicate, had him on edge in an instant.
“Hoseok?” Yoongi’s voice was low, taut with concern, as he rolled toward him. “What...what’s wrong?”
Hoseok’s breaths came fast, shallow, as he pressed his hands against his stomach. “It… it hurts…” he whimpered, voice trembling. “So bad…Yoongi…I think I'm in labor."
Hoseok’s body jerked sharply, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. Yoongi’s instincts kicked in immediately, but this time the danger was real, unmistakable. He rolled Hoseok onto his side and pulled the blankets back...and froze.
A deep, dark pool of blood had gathered beneath Hoseok’s hips. His heart slammed in his chest. This wasn’t normal. Something was wrong.
“Hoseok!” Yoongi’s voice was tight, urgent, as he pressed a hand to Hoseok’s back, trying to soothe him while panic bubbled under his control. “Stay with me, baby…stay with me.”
Hoseok gasped, trembling, sweat beading on his forehead. “Yoongi… it hurts… so much…” His voice was a fragile whisper, half fear, half agony.
Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his phone, fingers shaking slightly as he dialed Jin. The call connected immediately, and he didn’t waste a second.
“Jin,” Yoongi’s voice was sharp, taut with alarm. “It’s Hoseok… he’s in labor, but… he’s bleeding. A lot. Too much. I don’t think this is normal.”
“Yoongi, stay calm,” Jin’s voice came steady but urgent. “Get him to me immediately. Do not try to deliver him there. Just keep him stable, and get moving.”
“I’m moving now,” Yoongi growled, glancing down at Hoseok, whose body trembled violently. “Baby, listen to me...you’re going to be okay. I’ve got you. We’re getting help, right now.”
Hoseok clutched at Yoongi, weak and shivering. “Yoongi… I’m scared…”
“I know, baby,” Yoongi murmured, voice low and fierce. “I know. But you’re not alone. You’re with me. I’m right here. We’re going to fix this. I promise.”
Gently but firmly, Yoongi lifted Hoseok into his arms, careful despite the blood, cradling him against his chest like a protective fortress. Hoseok’s forehead pressed against Yoongi’s shoulder, breath hitching, eyes wide and glistening with tears.
“Hold on, Hobi. You’re strong,” Yoongi whispered, his free hand pressing lightly against Hoseok’s hip to slow the bleeding as best he could. “We’re almost there. Just down the hall.”
With adrenaline and fear propelling him forward, Yoongi moved quickly through the mansion, carrying Hoseok carefully. The familiar walls blurred past as he raced toward the in-house clinic.
“Hang in there, Hobi,” Yoongi murmured, lips brushing the top of his mate’s head. “I’ve got you.”
By the time they reached the clinic door, Jin was already ready, gloves on and voice calm but authoritative. “Yoongi, set him down here. I’ve got him,” Jin instructed, moving forward to take Hoseok into his care.
Yoongi lowered Hoseok carefully onto the clinic bed, hands still cradling him protectively. “You’re safe now, Hobi,” he murmured. “I’m not leaving you. Not for a second.”
Jin glanced up, nodding to Yoongi. “Stay close. I need you ready in case he needs comfort or…reinforcement.”
Yoongi’s hand never left Hoseok’s, stroking his hair, pressing kisses to his temple, murmuring quiet reassurances as Jin worked to stabilize the bleeding and prepare for the birth.
Hoseok shivered but clung to Yoongi, drawing strength from his presence. “I… I’m scared…” he whispered.
“You’re strong,” Yoongi murmured again, voice low, steady, unwavering. “We’ve got you, baby. Always. You and our little one…you’re mine. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Suddenly, Jin’s expression was grave as he quickly examined Hoseok, hands moving expertly but firmly. “He’s hemorrhaging,” Jin said, voice clipped with urgency. “Losing too much blood… and the pup is in distress. We need to perform an emergency C-section...now.”
Yoongi barely registered the words. They were coming in, but it was like wading through fog. The words sounded distant, muffled, Jin’s voice echoing from somewhere far away, inside a hole he couldn’t reach. His heart raced and his vision blurred. Hoseok’s weak whimpers pressed into his chest, and Yoongi felt frozen, unable to move, unable to think.
“Yoongi!” Jin’s voice cut sharper this time, snapping him back. “Are you able to help me, or do I need to handle this alone?”
Everything was spinning. Yoongi could only nod dumbly, his hands shaking. He felt helpless, the air heavy with the scent of fear and blood.
The door swung open, and Namjoon appeared, calm but alert. “Baby, do you need me to assist?” he asked, his eyes immediately taking in the scene, assessing.
Jin’s gaze was sharp and focused. “Yes, take Yoongi outside,” he ordered firmly. “Make him wait in the waiting area. I’m going to need your help in here. He’s losing too much blood.”
Namjoon’s jaw tightened as he glanced at Yoongi, who barely seemed present, still staring blankly at the floor, chest heaving. “Understood,” he said, gently guiding Yoongi toward the hallway. “You’ll stay here, safe, okay? I’ve got you.”
Yoongi let himself be guided, numb, heart lurching with panic and helplessness. He could hear Hoseok’s soft cries and Jin’s clipped instructions fading behind him, but it all felt unreal, distant, like he was watching from somewhere he couldn’t reach.
Namjoon led him to the small waiting area in the mansion, easing him into a chair. “Yoongi, focus on your breathing. You need to be calm...for him,” Namjoon said firmly, placing a steady hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Hoseok’s in Jin’s hands. He’s strong, and we’re doing everything we can.”
Yoongi’s chest tightened. He tried to draw in air, tried to steady himself, but panic clawed at him. His mate, bleeding, in pain… and their pup in distress. Every second felt unbearable.
Namjoon pulled out his phone and quickly dialed Jungkook. He picked up on the first ring. “Kook,” he said immediately, voice low but urgent.
Jungkook’s deep, sleepy voice answered. "Speak.”
“Listen carefully,” Namjoon said, tone clipped. “Hoseok is in labor, but he’s hemorrhaging badly. The pup is in distress. Jin needs my assistance, and I need you to come...sit with Yoongi. Keep him steady while we work.”
Jungkook’s voice sharpened instantly, alert and taut with concern. “I’m awake. I’ll be there in five,” he said firmly, already swinging his legs out of bed, every instinct firing.
Namjoon nodded, though Jungkook couldn’t see him. “Good. I’ll assist Jin. Go, get here as fast as you can. Yoongi’s going to need you.”
On the other end, Jungkook’s low growl rumbled through the line, a mixture of worry and protective heat. “I’ll move fast.”
Namjoon ended the call and turned back to Yoongi, who still sat pale and trembling in the waiting area, eyes fixed on the distant hallway as if staring at Hoseok himself. “He’ll be here soon,” Namjoon said quietly, hand steady on his shoulder. “Focus on your breathing. Jungkook is coming. You are not alone.”
Yoongi’s lips quivered as he attempted a small nod, each second stretching unbearably. Every heartbeat reverberated through him, each one echoing the fear he couldn’t yet release, the helplessness pressing down like a physical weight. Yet somewhere in the haze, a small tether held him steady...the promise that Jungkook would arrive, that he would not have to face this alone.
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The clinic doors swung open, and Jungkook strode in, senses blazing. Every line of his body screamed alert, every movement precise. The sterile smell of the mansion’s clinic hit him, but it barely registered...his focus was entirely on Yoongi.
The moment Yoongi saw him, he bolted upright from the chair, eyes wide, chest heaving. But the tension, the grief, and the fear of losing Hoseok were too much. His knees buckled, and he stumbled forward, tears already streaking his face.
Jungkook’s reflexes were instantaneous. He caught Yoongi effortlessly, one arm wrapping around his waist, the other securing his shoulders, holding him against his chest. The warmth and strength radiating off him anchored Yoongi, and the alpha’s presence seemed to create a bubble of control in the chaos.
“I...I can’t…” Yoongi choked out, his voice cracking. “If…if he dies tonight…promise me…” His hands gripped Jungkook’s arms, desperation shaking his frame. “…promise me you won’t let me live to see the sunrise."
Jungkook leaned closer, pressing his forehead firmly against Yoongi’s, letting the closeness and the heat of his body ground them both. His voice was low, hoarse, and heavy with authority.
“Don’t even think like that, brother,” he growled, each word deliberate, commanding. “I swear…no one's dying tonight. Not Hoseok. Not you. Not anyone I care about. You hear me?”
Yoongi’s lips quivered as he whispered, barely audible, “…You don’t understand…I won’t live without him. Promise me…you’ll take me to the cellar and end my suffering.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his eyes dark with unrelenting determination. He slid a hand up Yoongi’s back, resting it against the nape of his neck, pressing him closer, letting his heat and heartbeat seep into every shivering inch of his brother’s body. Jungkook could feel the tremor in Yoongi, the desperation, the raw fear, and it tore at him...but it also ignited a feral, protective rage.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Jungkook murmured, his growl vibrating deep in his chest, reverberating through Yoongi. “I’ve got you. And I’m not leaving. Not now. Not ever. You…and Hoseok…and the pup...we’re going to get through this. I promise you. I swear it.”
Yoongi’s trembling body pressed against Jungkook, clinging as though letting go would unravel everything he held dear. Jungkook held him tighter, not just to comfort, but to promise, with every fiber of his being, that he would protect him, that he would survive, that Hoseok would survive, and that he would not...could not...fail them.
For a long, suspended moment, the world stopped, chaos held at bay by the quiet but unbreakable strength of their bond.
Chapter 61
Summary:
Hoseok pulls through but he needs a blood transfusion.
Notes:
And another chapter posted.
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Chapter Text
The clinic was tense, heavy with the metallic sting of blood in the air. Jin’s gloved hands moved quickly, already stained red as he assessed the severity of Hoseok’s condition. His normally calm demeanor was taut with urgency. Namjoon stood at his side, pulling on sterile gloves, his eyes flicking to the monitors tracking Hoseok’s weakening vitals.
“He’s losing too much blood,” Jin said, his tone clipped but steady, his mind already ten steps ahead. “If we don’t act immediately, we’ll lose them both.”
Namjoon’s jaw tightened, his body coiled with determination. “Tell me what you need.”
“Scalpel,” Jin ordered sharply. Namjoon handed it over without hesitation, their teamwork seamless, born of trust and countless moments working side by side.
Hoseok whimpered faintly, his body trembling as his hand twitched toward his stomach. Jin leaned over him, voice gentler but still firm. “Hoseok, listen to me. We’re putting you under anesthesia. You need to trust me. This is the only way to stop the bleeding and save your pup.”
Hoseok’s lashes fluttered, eyes glassy with pain and fear, but he gave the faintest nod, a tear slipping down his temple. Namjoon carefully steadied his arm as Jin inserted the anesthesia line. “Stay with us,” Namjoon murmured softly, his deep voice grounding, though he knew Hoseok would be unconscious in seconds.
As the medication took hold, Hoseok’s body gradually slackened, the tension in his face easing into stillness. The monitor beeped steadily, though the numbers flickered low enough to twist Jin’s gut.
“Scalpel,” Jin repeated, and Namjoon placed it into his hand. With swift precision, Jin made the incision low across Hoseok’s abdomen, his movements controlled but urgent. The moment the blade parted flesh, the scent of blood grew heavier, filling the room with a suffocating intensity.
“Retractor,” Jin instructed. Namjoon was already there, sliding the instrument into place to give Jin access. His sharp eyes stayed on the surgical field, his large hands steady and sure despite the storm of adrenaline beneath his skin.
Jin worked fast, his fingers searching, steady even as crimson welled around his gloves. “The uterus is intact, but we’re losing blood fast. I need suction.”
Namjoon leaned in, assisting without hesitation, his voice calm but firm. “Tell me where.”
“Here,” Jin said quickly. “We need to expose the pup before the distress worsens.”
The monitors beeped sharply, a warning that time was running out. Jin’s heart raced, but his focus sharpened into a razor’s edge. “Almost there,” he muttered, his hands guiding carefully, deliberately. “We’re going to get this pup out, Namjoon. Then we stop the bleed.”
Namjoon’s gaze flicked from the monitors back to Jin. “You’ve got this. I’m right here.”
The two worked in tandem, movements sharp, precise, the air heavy with urgency. This wasn’t just a medical procedure...it was a fight for Hoseok’s life, for the pup’s life, for Yoongi waiting outside trembling with hope and terror.
The clinic was hushed except for the steady beeping of the monitors and the low murmur of Jin’s voice as he worked. Every second stretched long and taut, urgency pressing down like a weight. Jin’s hands moved with careful precision, his gloves slick with blood as he guided the incision deeper, exposing the path to the pup.
“Almost there,” he muttered, his tone sharp with focus.
Namjoon’s presence beside him was unwavering, calm in the storm. He kept the instruments steady, suction clearing the blood where Jin pointed, his deep voice ready for the next command. “Vitals are holding. Pup’s heart rate is weak but steady.”
Jin exhaled once, a breath sharp with tension. “We need to move faster. Place the retractor again.”
Namjoon slid the instrument into place, opening the surgical field just enough for Jin’s hands to work. With deft precision, Jin eased through the last layer and reached inside. For a heartbeat the room held its breath. Then Jin’s voice cut through, low but filled with determination.
“I’ve got the pup.”
He lifted carefully, his hands guiding the small, slippery form free. A faint, strangled cry pierced the air, weak but there...and the room shifted instantly, urgency twisting into hope.
Namjoon’s lips parted in relief as he moved swiftly to help. “Pup is out. Clamp, now.”
Jin worked quickly, securing and cutting the cord before passing the newborn into Namjoon’s waiting hands. The pup’s tiny body glistened under the harsh lights, his fists curling, his chest rising with shaky, determined breaths. And then, as if proving his strength to the world, his cry grew louder, sharp and demanding.
Namjoon’s eyes softened as he wrapped the infant in a sterile blanket. He glanced at Jin, his voice low but weighted with reverence. “An alpha boy.”
Jin allowed himself the briefest smile, though his hands were already moving to address the bleeding. “Strong lungs for an alpha. He’s fighting. Now we keep Hoseok fighting too.”
Namjoon bent his head, brushing his cheek briefly against the pup’s damp hair before laying him gently in the warming bassinet. The tiny alpha cried with more force now, his voice filling the clinic, defiant against the quiet dread that had filled the night.
Jin pressed harder into his work, determination flaring in his chest. “One down. Now we save his Eomma.”
The pup’s cries rang through the clinic, sharp and strong, filling the air with a sound that seemed to drag everyone’s lungs back into rhythm. Namjoon lingered by the bassinet for only a moment before returning to Jin’s side, his hands steady even as his heart thundered in his chest.
Jin didn’t pause. His gloves were slick with blood, his movements quick but controlled. “He’s still losing too much. Clamp here,” he instructed.
Namjoon obeyed instantly, adjusting the retractor and suction as Jin worked deeper. The bleeding was heavy, pooling faster than Jin liked, but his jaw tightened with resolve. “I’ve got the tear. It’s bad, but it’s manageable.”
The clock ticked endlessly, each second pressing against their nerves. Hoseok’s color was pale, his breathing shallow under the anesthesia, the monitors chirping with fragile steadiness. Jin worked fast, closing vessel by vessel, repairing what had torn in the violence of labor.
“Blood loss is slowing,” Namjoon reported, his voice calm, though relief tugged at the edges.
Jin gave a sharp nod, suturing with practiced precision. “Good. Keep monitoring. I’m closing now.”
Minutes bled into each other until finally, the crimson flood ebbed. The monitors steadied, the relentless tension in the room easing just enough for Jin to take a measured breath.
“He’s stabilizing,” Jin confirmed, his voice carrying a low note of triumph. “We’ve got him.”
Namjoon exhaled, some of the weight lifting from his broad shoulders. He glanced over at the bassinet, where the tiny alpha pup let out another demanding cry, his fists curling, his little chest heaving with life. “Both of them,” Namjoon murmured, awe softening his tone. “You saved them both.”
Jin stripped off his bloody gloves, his face pale with the strain of the ordeal, but his eyes softened as he looked down at Hoseok’s still form. “No,” he said quietly. “Hoseok saved them. He fought hard. We just gave him the chance. He's going to need a blood transfusion as soon as possible.”
Namjoon laid a steady hand on Jin’s shoulder, and pulled him to his chest, grounding him. For a moment, the clinic was filled with nothing but the sound of the pup’s cries...loud, insistent, alive.
Jin finally allowed himself a small smile. “Let’s clean him up, get him bandaged...get some blood pumping through him. When he wakes…he’ll need to see his son.”
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The waiting room was suffocating in its silence. Every tick of the clock on the wall was a hammer striking against Yoongi’s chest, every second dragging like hours. He sat hunched forward, elbows digging into his thighs, trembling hands pressed hard against his mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to break free. His entire body shook as if he were holding himself together by sheer will alone.
Across from him, Jungkook couldn’t sit still. He paced like a caged wolf, long strides eating the space, then spinning sharply on his heel to pace again. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, every muscle taut, the sharp click of his boots cutting through the sterile air. His scent bled thick with worry, saturating the room.
Then it came...at first faint, almost like a dream, then louder, sharper, piercing through the clinic doors. A baby’s cry.
Yoongi’s head snapped up, his entire body jerking as if he’d been shocked. His lungs seized, and suddenly he was gasping, chest heaving like he had just broken the surface after drowning. His hands fell from his mouth and clutched his chest instead, shaking violently.
The sound...his pup’s cry...splintered something inside him.
Tears rushed to his eyes and blurred his vision, spilling over in hot streams. A sob ripped from his throat, raw and unrestrained, the sound of a man breaking apart.
“That’s our pup…” Yoongi choked, his voice ragged, almost unrecognizable. “Our pup…”
In an instant Jungkook was there, abandoning his restless pacing to cross the room in two strides. He caught Yoongi, hauling him against his chest in a crushing embrace. Yoongi collapsed into it, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Jungkook’s arms were iron, unshakable, grounding him in place.
The alpha pressed his forehead against Yoongi’s, their breaths mingling, his voice low and steady but carrying the weight of command.
“You hear that?” Jungkook murmured, his tone rough but unyielding. “That’s a fighter in there. Your pup is strong. Hoseok is strong. They’re fighting together. They’re still with us.”
Yoongi sobbed harder, the sound broken but lighter than before, fractured with hope instead of despair. A small, choking laugh slipped out between his tears, trembling as his chest hitched. “I… I hear our pup…” He buried his face into Jungkook’s shoulder, clinging desperately. “Our pup is alive…”
The sharp click of the clinic doors opening cut through the moment. Both men turned. Jin stepped out, his surgical gown streaked, gloves peeled off but his eyes steady, sharp as steel. He tugged his mask down around his neck, scanning the room until his gaze locked on them.
“Both are alive,” Jin said firmly, no hesitation, no softness. His voice carried like an anchor dropped into raging seas. “Hoseok made it through the surgery. The pup is healthy...an alpha boy. He’s breathing strong.”
Yoongi’s knees buckled immediately, the force of relief crashing into him like a tidal wave. His body sagged, giving out beneath the weight of Jin’s words. Jungkook caught him before he hit the ground, holding him upright, one broad hand gripping his shoulder tight, the other wrapped around his waist.
For the first time that night, Jungkook allowed himself a breath of relief, his chest rising with something close to hope. But Jin’s expression shifted, grave as his gaze slid to him.
“Hoseok lost a lot of blood,” Jin said, his voice clipped, the calm precision of a physician fraying at the edges. “Too much. His body’s dangerously weak. If we don’t replenish his blood volume soon, he won’t survive the night. We need a transfusion immediately. His type is O-negative.”
The words hit like a blade. Jungkook stiffened, eyes narrowing. Yoongi’s chest heaved again, panic spiking fresh in his scent.
Jin’s jaw tightened. “That’s rare. We don’t have it stocked. We need a donor...and fast. If we don’t find someone in time, everything we just did may be for nothing.”
The silence that followed was thick and choking.
“Find someone,” Jin snapped, urgency rising to the surface. His hands trembled faintly at his sides, betraying the exhaustion creeping in. “Anyone. Check every rank, every guard, every family member. Don’t stop until you have O-negative in this clinic.”
Jungkook’s jaw locked tight. His entire body coiled, the steel of command sliding into place. He didn’t waste even a heartbeat.
He pulled his phone from his pocket with sharp, decisive movements, already dialing. His voice when he spoke was clipped, controlled, but carried the unmistakable weight of authority.
“I need O-negative. Now. Check every soldier, every guard, every contact in our network. I don’t care if you have to tear down doors or drag them out of bed...get them here.”
Yoongi clung to his sleeve, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling too fast. His voice broke, torn from his throat in a rasp. “Please…hurry…he doesn’t have time…”
Jungkook looked down at him, then back at Jin. His voice was a growl, low but vibrating with absolute certainty.
“We’ll find it,” he promised, eyes like fire. “Hoseok isn’t dying. Not tonight.”
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The shrill buzz of Taehyung’s phone shattered the stillness of the night. The sound was sharp, insistent, a knife cutting through the silence of their nest. Taehyung groaned and fumbled blindly for it on the bedside table, still half-asleep. The glow of the screen lit up his face, and his eyes narrowed when he saw one of the lieutenants’ names flashing across it.
He swiped to answer, hitting speaker without thinking as he rubbed a hand down his face. His voice came out low and rough with sleep. “What is it?”
The voice on the other end was clipped, shaking with urgency. “Boss needs O-negative. It’s critical. Hoseok’s had the pup, but he’s hemorrhaging badly. Life or death situation. We’re checking the ranks, but time is running out.”
The words slammed into the room like a thunderclap.
Taehyung shot upright in bed, heart pounding so hard it rattled his ribs. “Shit,” he cursed, dragging a hand through his hair. His voice was sharp, panicked, frustration bubbling under the surface. “I’m A-negative. That won’t work. Fuck, that won’t help him.”
Beside him, the sheets rustled as Taemin stirred. He blinked sleepily, disoriented for a moment before the words on speaker sank in. His gaze flicked from the glowing phone to Taehyung’s stricken face. With his hair tousled and his voice still husky from sleep, he pushed himself up on an elbow.
“Baby,” he murmured, his tone calm despite the urgency sparking in the air. His eyes locked onto Taehyung’s wide, frantic ones. “I’m O-negative.”
The room went utterly still. Even the lieutenant’s heavy breathing over the line seemed to fade.
Taehyung turned his whole body toward him, disbelief flashing across his face. His chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow bursts. “You…you’re O-negative?” he asked, voice rough, hoarse with a mix of hope and fear colliding in his throat.
Taemin nodded once, steady as stone despite the chaos snapping around them. “I’ll donate blood,” he said, no hesitation, no wavering. His hand slid into Taehyung’s, fingers squeezing tight, anchoring him. “We’re not letting him die. Not Hoseok. Not tonight.”
Taehyung’s throat tightened, his emotions catching him off guard. Relief, terror, love...all of it surged up at once, leaving his chest aching. He pressed his forehead against Taemin’s, closing his eyes for a heartbeat as if he could will strength into both of them. “You’re saving him, love,” he whispered, voice breaking.
The lieutenant’s voice burst through the speaker again, sharper, louder, urgent. “We don’t have time. Get here as fast as you can. Jin’s running out of options.”
Taehyung jerked back into motion, already tossing the blankets aside and swinging his legs out of bed. “We’re on our way,” he barked, snapping the phone off speaker and ending the call. His movements were quick, clipped, his body thrumming with adrenaline. He grabbed some gray jogging pants and a white T-shirt from the dresser, pulling them on with shaking hands.
Turning back, he cupped Taemin’s cheek with trembling fingers, his fierce, frantic eyes softening just for a moment. “Are you ready? We move now.”
Taemin gave a sharp nod, his resolve unshakable. He slipped out of bed, pulling on his clothes with brisk, determined movements, every action humming with urgency.
Together, they moved with a shared intensity, their hearts racing in tandem, the weight of what was at stake propelling them into the night.
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The clinic doors banged open, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the waiting room. Both Jungkook and Yoongi’s heads snapped up. Taehyung and Taemin rushed inside, hair tousled from sleep, clothes pulled on in a hurry. Taemin was flushed, chest rising and falling in sharp breaths as though he’d sprinted the entire way down the hall.
“I’m O-negative,” Taemin panted, voice cracking from the force of his urgency. His eyes locked on Yoongi immediately, full of determination. “I’m the match.”
For a heartbeat, Yoongi simply stared. Then the dam inside him broke. He collapsed forward in his chair, sobs tearing from his chest, his trembling hands covering his face. “Thank you,” he choked, words muffled by his palms. “Thank you…oh God, thank you…”
Taemin moved closer, standing tall despite his exhaustion, and gently rested a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. His voice was steady, unwavering. “I’ll give him as much as he needs,” he promised. The conviction in his tone left no room for doubt.
Before another word could be spoken, the clinic doors opened again and Jin appeared. His surgical gown was streaked, gloves stripped away, but his eyes sharpened instantly when they landed on Taemin. “You’re O-negative?”
Taemin nodded quickly. “Yes.”
Jin’s composure cracked just enough to show a flicker of relief before he stepped forward, brisk and commanding. “Come with me. We don’t have time to waste.”
Taemin gave Taehyung’s hand a squeeze before letting go and following Jin without hesitation. Taehyung fell into step beside him, refusing to leave his omega’s side.
Inside the clinic, Jin moved with swift efficiency, pulling supplies from the cabinets. He pointed toward a narrow cot against the wall. “Lie down here. Taehyung, stay beside him.”
Taemin swallowed, taking a small step closer to the cot, eyes never leaving Hoseok. “Take whatever he needs,” he said firmly, determination flashing through his gaze. He glanced at Taehyung, who nodded in silent support.
Taemin climbed onto the cot, still glancing at Hoseok, noting every shallow breath, every pale finger twitch. Taehyung perched at his side, gripping his hand tightly, thumb stroking over his knuckles.
Jin worked quickly, swabbing Taemin’s inner elbow with practiced precision. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air. He slid the IV needle into place with steady hands, attaching the line that would deliver the life-saving blood to Hoseok. The crimson liquid began its steady journey through the tube almost immediately, filling the line with hope.
Taehyung leaned down, pressing his forehead against Taemin’s, whispering encouragement. “You’re doing this for him. He’s getting stronger because of you.”
Taemin squeezed his hand back, eyes soft but fierce. “We take care of each other,” he whispered. His gaze remained locked on Hoseok, willing him to pull through.
Jin checked the flow, adjusting it with precision before glancing up, his tone clipped but grateful. “This will stabilize him. You got here just in time.”
Relief bled into the room, but the urgency lingered. Taehyung bent down, pressing his forehead briefly against Taemin’s temple, whispering words only for him as the transfusion continued...every drop carrying Hoseok closer to safety.
Jin monitored every drop of blood flowing into Hoseok’s system. He checked the line, adjusted the pressure, and watched as Hoseok’s vitals began to stabilize. Slowly, steadily, the color returned to his skin, and the frantic dip in his heart rate leveled.
“All right,” Jin said finally, his voice calm but firm. “The transfusion is complete. He should start regaining strength now.” He glanced at Taemin, who was still lying back on the cot, pale but relieved. “Be careful when you stand. You’ve given quite a bit of blood, and you’ll feel it.”
Taemin nodded, swinging his legs over the side of the cot. The room tilted immediately, a wave of dizziness washing over him. He swayed, instinctively reaching out, but his legs refused to cooperate.
Taehyung didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he scooped Taemin up into his arms, bridal style, pressing him securely against his chest. “Relax, princess,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “I’ve got you. You don’t need to do anything.”
Taemin’s hands clutched at Taehyung’s shoulders as the room spun, and he let himself be carried without protest. “Thank you…thank you,” he whispered, voice shaky.
Jin’s sharp eyes met Taehyung’s. “Take him back to the room. Get him some orange juice from the kitchen. Keep him sitting until he feels steady.”
“Got it,” Taehyung said, lifting Taemin effortlessly and pivoting toward the hallway. Every step was deliberate, careful, as he carried him with ease. “You saved Hoseok. You don’t have to save yourself right now. Just let me carry you.”
Taemin let out a small, exhausted laugh, pressing his forehead gently to Taehyung’s chest. “I feel…so dizzy.”
“I know, baby. I know,” Taehyung murmured, quickening his pace just enough to get them safely to their room. He eased Taemin onto the chair by the small table, still holding him close for a heartbeat longer before letting him settle.
Once he settled, Taehyung jogged lightly to the kitchen, pouring a glass of orange juice, mindful not to spill a drop.
Returning swiftly, he held the glass to Taemin’s lips. “Here you go, princess,” he rumbled, his voice low, steady, grounding.
Taemin took the glass with trembling fingers, sipping cautiously. The liquid slid down cold and sweet, and he felt a steadying calm returning with each swallow. His pulse slowed, the shakiness in his limbs easing slightly.
Taehyung stayed close, one hand brushing over Taemin’s back, offering strength and reassurance without words. “You’re okay,” he whispered, voice husky with emotion. “You did good.”
Taemin’s lips curved into a tired but grateful smile, eyes soft and warm. “He'll be okay.”
“Yes,” Taehyung agreed, leaning down to press a gentle, lingering kiss to his temple. “Because of you.”
They stayed like that for a long moment, chest to chest, letting the tension drain, letting the weight of what had just happened settle into quiet relief. Outside, the mansion was still, but inside that room, the bond between them...unshakable, unbreakable...held firm, a shield for all the fragility and fear that had passed.
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The soft rise and fall of Hoseok’s chest, the faint twitch of a hand, made Yoongi want to crumble and protect him all at once. His chest tightened as he stepped closer, each breath shallow and tentative. The first glimpse of Hoseok lying there, so fragile and pale, sent a fresh wave of fear and relief crashing over him.
Jin’s voice broke through the tension, calm but firm. “He’s still slightly pale, but he’s going to be okay. The surgery went well, and the transfusion stabilized him.”
Yoongi nodded silently, the words sinking in like lifelines. He leaned closer, resting his forehead gently against Hoseok’s, inhaling the faint, antiseptic-tinted scent that clung stubbornly to his skin. The sharpness of it burned his nose, but underneath...muted yet present...was Hoseok. Sunshine. Lilies. That milky sweetness that always softened Yoongi’s chest and made him feel at home. The familiarity cut through the sterile sharpness, easing some of the tightness in his lungs.
With reverent care, he pressed a trembling kiss to Hoseok’s clammy forehead, his lips lingering. His fingers brushed over the curve of his brow, tracing as though memorizing the shape, grounding himself in the fragile warmth that pulsed beneath the skin. “I’m here,” Yoongi whispered, his voice breaking, meant only for Hoseok though he knew he was unconscious. “I’ve got you. Always.”
Then it came...a sudden, bright cry splitting the silence, sharp and alive. Yoongi’s head jerked up, eyes wide, his chest seizing as though his heart had leapt clear into his throat.
Jin’s lips curved, the first flicker of warmth cutting through the heaviness in the room. “I think it’s time you got acquainted with your son.”
The words sank deep, sending shivers down Yoongi’s spine. His son.
Jin gestured toward the chair beside Hoseok’s cot. “Sit down. I’ll bring your pup to you.”
Yoongi’s legs felt unsteady as he moved, each step weighted with anticipation, with awe and fear tangled together. He lowered himself into the chair, his hands trembling as they hovered over Hoseok’s, brushing against the blankets as if to keep tethered to him even now. His chest rose and fell sharply, every breath pulling in fragments of antiseptic, faint lilies, and now...threaded through the air...a new scent, delicate but powerful.
From the corner, Jin returned with a tiny bundle nestled in his arms, swaddled snugly in soft white fabric. The sound of small hiccuping cries filled the air, raw and insistent, alive.
And then...he was in Yoongi’s arms.
The pup shifted against his chest, small fists pressing weakly against his forearm, body curling instinctively closer to his Appa’s warmth. Yoongi froze for a heartbeat, staring down at the impossibly small face, at the button nose, the downy black hair that stuck up slightly from dampness. The weight was feather-light, yet it pinned Yoongi to the earth with a force unlike anything he’d ever known.
His breath caught, chest tightening as awe and fierce protectiveness surged through him like a storm. His trembling hands adjusted carefully, cradling the tiny body closer. The pup’s little chest rose and fell, quick but steady, each breath puffing softly against Yoongi’s shirt.
Yoongi bent down, almost on instinct, pressing his forehead against the pup’s crown, inhaling deeply.
The scent hit him in waves...sharp, grounding, alive. A storm caught in a bottle. Thunder and pine tangled together, wild and clean, threaded with the milky sweetness unique to new life. It was intoxicating. Overwhelming. His eyes stung as the fragrance filled him, winding through every nerve, claiming every piece of him.
Tears blurred his vision as he pulled back just enough to see the little face again. His son. His alpha pup. The enormity of it cracked him open, left him trembling and breathless. Every instinct screamed to shield him, to protect this fragile life with his body and soul.
“Look at you,” Yoongi whispered, his voice ragged with awe and disbelief. His lips brushed against the crown of his pup’s head, reverent. “My son. My alpha pup.”
The words felt foreign and yet natural, like they had been waiting inside him for this exact moment.
The pup shifted, letting out a tiny noise, one fist unfurling to brush against Yoongi’s chest. The movement undid him. He rocked slightly, instinctively, cradling him with trembling strength as his tears spilled freely down his cheeks. He laughed softly through them, the sound cracked but filled with wonder.
“You’re perfect,” Yoongi murmured, voice low and reverent, every word a vow. He pressed another kiss into the soft hair, inhaling the storm-and-milk scent again as though committing it to memory. “You’re ours. Always.”
The room seemed to still around them, the hum of machines fading, the antiseptic smell thinning beneath the new, raw fragrance of life. Jin stood back quietly, watching with a faint, satisfied smile, giving Yoongi the space to unravel and reform into something new...an Appa, cradling his son for the first time.
And in that moment, with Hoseok sleeping at his side and his pup curled against his chest, Yoongi knew he would never be the same again.
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Yoongi lost all sense of time, his world narrowed to the tiny bundle in his arms. He swayed gently in the chair without even realizing it, whispering broken promises against the pup’s hair, breathing in that storm-and-pine scent that now felt woven into his very soul.
Beside him, Hoseok stirred.
It was faint at first...a twitch of his fingers beneath the blanket, a soft shift of his chest. Yoongi’s head snapped toward him, breath caught, his arms tightening instinctively around the pup.
“Hobi?” he whispered, hope sparking sharp and painful in his chest.
Hoseok’s lashes fluttered against pale skin, the smallest furrow of his brows appearing as if he was fighting his way through layers of exhaustion. Then, slowly, his eyes cracked open...dazed, heavy, but alive.
Yoongi’s breath broke, a sob tearing free. He leaned forward quickly, careful not to jostle the pup, his free hand sliding to clasp Hoseok’s limp one. “You’re awake,” he choked, relief pouring from him like floodwater.
Hoseok blinked, confusion flickering first, then clarity dawning in hazy pieces. His gaze drifted down, following the movement of the blanket…and stopped.
Yoongi held their pup close, swaddled tight and safe, tiny features barely visible above the folds of white cloth.
For a moment, Hoseok froze, eyes going wide, lips parting in silent shock. Then his chest hitched, and tears welled instantly, spilling before he could even speak.
“Our…pup,” Hoseok breathed, his voice fragile and trembling, the words cracking apart as though his throat couldn’t contain the force of them. His gaze snapped back to Yoongi, shining with disbelief and wonder. “Yoongi…is that…?”
Yoongi’s answering smile was trembling and wet, his tears streaking freely down his cheeks. He shifted carefully, angling the pup so Hoseok could see better. “He’s ours,” Yoongi whispered, his voice breaking under the weight of it. “Our son. Our alpha pup. He’s perfect, Hobi.”
The pup made a soft, hiccuping noise, wriggling faintly, and Hoseok sobbed outright, covering his mouth with a shaking hand. His whole body trembled, shoulders shaking, every ounce of exhaustion and fear cracking open to make way for joy.
Yoongi leaned closer, his forehead pressing gently against Hoseok’s temple, grounding them together with the warmth of their son between them. He angled the pup just slightly, letting Hoseok reach a trembling hand to brush the edge of the swaddle.
The instant his fingertips grazed the soft cloth, Hoseok’s breath broke again. He leaned in as close as his weak body would allow, inhaling, catching the new scent...storm, pine, and milky sweetness. His own tears fell onto the blanket as he breathed it in, overwhelmed.
““He smells like…a thunderstorm and pine,” Hoseok whispered, awestruck, tears spilling freely.
Yoongi’s chest rumbled low, a sound born of pride, love, and primal instinct. He pressed his forehead to Hoseok’s temple, voice deep and steady. “Because he came into this world with the fierceness of a storm,” he murmured. “Strong. Untouchable. Just like his Eomma.”
Hoseok let out a trembling laugh through his tears, the sound fragile but bright. He leaned weakly into Yoongi, eyes fixed on their son as if nothing else in the world existed.
Hoseok’s trembling fingers lingered at the edge of the blanket, desperate to hold, to touch, to claim...but his arms felt like lead, his body still weak from the ordeal. Yoongi saw the longing etched across his mate’s tear-streaked face, the ache in his trembling lips, and his heart clenched tight.
“Do you want to hold him?” Yoongi asked softly, voice steady even as emotion cracked at the edges.
Hoseok’s breath hitched, his lips trembling as he nodded, eyes shining wide. “P-please…”
Carefully, reverently, Yoongi shifted forward in the chair, his arms moving with deliberate precision as he cradled the pup closer. He adjusted the swaddle, making sure the tiny boy was secure, then leaned closer to the cot where Hoseok lay.
“Here,” Yoongi murmured, voice thick but tender. “I’ll help you.”
With infinite care, Yoongi slid the small bundle into Hoseok’s waiting arms, guiding his trembling hands to support the pup’s head and body. His own larger hands stayed beneath, steadying both Hoseok and the pup as the transfer was made.
The moment the pup settled into his embrace, Hoseok’s breath broke. A ragged sob tore from his throat, his whole body shaking as he pulled the tiny alpha boy against his chest. His tears fell freely, dripping onto the swaddle as he whispered, “Oh, my pup…my son…”
The pup stirred faintly, releasing a soft whimper, and Hoseok let out a broken laugh that was half-cry, half-joy. He lowered his head until his nose brushed against the downy black hair, inhaling the storm-and-pine scent that marked the boy as theirs. His lips pressed gently against the crown of the pup’s head, his entire body curving instinctively to shield him.
Yoongi stayed close, one arm braced behind Hoseok’s back, his other hand resting protectively over both of them. His forehead pressed to Hoseok’s temple, tears still sliding unchecked down his cheeks. The steady rumble in his chest deepened, vibrating through all three of them, grounding them in the moment.
“He’s real,” Hoseok whispered, voice so faint it nearly broke. “He’s here. Our pup…”
Yoongi kissed the side of his head, voice low, reverent. “He’s strong, Hoseok. Just like you.”
For the first time since the terror began, Hoseok laughed...soft, watery, fragile, but real. He shifted just enough to angle the pup so Yoongi could see his tiny features, and together they looked down at the small miracle between them.
Hoseok brushed a trembling thumb across the soft curve of the pup’s cheek, marveling at how impossibly small and warm he was. His heart felt too big for his chest, aching with love so fierce it almost hurt.
Yoongi stayed close, their foreheads nearly touching, his steady rumble vibrating through Hoseok’s bones. “He’s perfect,” he whispered.
Hoseok’s lips quivered, another tear sliding free. He bent down, breathing in that fresh storm-and-pine scent once more before whispering, “Mmm… Wooyoung.”
Yoongi’s chest swelled at the sound. He repeated it softly, like a vow: “Wooyoung.” His deep voice wrapped around it, sealing it into the air, into their lives.
The pup stirred at the sound, releasing a tiny cry, and Hoseok let out a choked laugh. “See? He knows. He knows his name already.”
Hoseok studied him closely through wet lashes, fingertips ghosting over the pup’s soft cheek again. His lips curved faintly. “He looks like you, Yoongi.”
A low, warm chuckle rumbled out of Yoongi’s chest, the sound thick with pride and tenderness. He tilted his head toward Hoseok, eyes shimmering. “Yeah,” he murmured, brushing a fingertip over the pup’s tiny face, “but he has your pretty heart-shaped lips.”
Hoseok flushed softly, the warmth of Yoongi’s words sinking deep, and he leaned into Yoongi’s side, overwhelmed by the mixture of exhaustion and joy.
Yoongi pressed a kiss to Hoseok’s temple, rumbling again as his eyes stayed fixed on their son. “The perfect mix of us,” he said, voice rough with awe. His arms tightened around them, as if to lock the three of them together forever.
“Our Wooyoung,” Hoseok whispered again, this time with a steadier smile.
Yoongi’s arms tightened protectively around them both. “Our Wooyoung,” he echoed, a vow etched in every syllable.
Hoseok smiled through his tears, pressing his lips once more to Wooyoung’s soft hair. In that fragile, beautiful moment, despite the lingering ache and weakness, Hoseok felt whole.
Chapter 62
Summary:
Jungkook spends time with Jimin and his pups.
Notes:
This chapter is just pure fluff. The beginning has me shedding tears!
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
The sky outside was pale with the first hint of dawn when Jungkook finally pushed open the bedroom door. His body ached with exhaustion, but the sight that greeted him softened the heaviness pressing down on his chest.
Jimin was awake, sitting upright in the nest of blankets and pillows, his long black hair falling in soft waves around his shoulders, dark strands framing his delicate face. His eyes were heavy-lidded but filled with worry, a quiet strength shining through even in the dim light. Jaeha was curled close, his little body tucked in safely, his soft breath filling the room.
Jungkook shut the door quietly, his shoulders slumping with relief just to be back in their safe space. He tugged his shirt over his head and let it fall carelessly to the floor, his tattoos catching the dim light, before crawling into the nest. He moved instinctively toward Jaeha, curling his larger frame protectively around the pup, burying his nose briefly in the boy’s soft hair.
Jimin’s voice broke the silence, hushed but tender. “Baby…how is Hoseok and the pup? Yoongi?”
Jungkook’s throat worked as he swallowed, his arms tightening slightly around Jaeha before he glanced at his omega. His voice was low, rough with fatigue. “It was bad, baby. Touch and go for a bit. Hoseok lost too much blood.” He paused, his jaw tightening before it eased with quiet pride. “But Jin… he’s amazing. He got the bleeding stopped. Hoseok needed blood, and...” he huffed a faint laugh, “...Taemin was his match. He saved him.”
Jimin’s hand reached out, long strands of black hair sliding over his shoulder as he leaned forward to thread his fingers through Jungkook’s dark hair, grounding him. Jungkook let his eyes flutter shut, leaning into the touch.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he went on, his voice warming. “They’re okay now. Hoseok and the pup…they’re safe. He had a boy. An alpha. Strong, already making himself known.” His lips curved into a tired grin, eyes softening. “His name is Wooyoung.”
Jimin’s eyes lit up, relief and joy shimmering in them as he leaned closer, his long hair brushing against Jungkook’s cheek when he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. The alpha sighed into it, the tension of the night unraveling in that tender touch.
“That’s wonderful,” Jimin whispered against him, thumb brushing his cheek. “I’ll go see him once he’s feeling better. Give him time with Yoongi and his pup first. They deserve that.”
Jungkook’s gaze lingered on him, overwhelmed with love at how gentle and selfless Jimin was. He reached out, pulling his omega into his arms until Jimin was pressed flush against him and Jaeha, the strands of his long hair tickling Jungkook’s skin as he buried his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, breathing in the sweet, grounding scent that belonged only to him.
“God, I missed you,” Jungkook murmured, voice breaking softly with honesty. “Coming back to this…to you…it’s everything.”
Jimin stroked his hair, his own hair spilling like silk across Jungkook’s shoulders, the other hand cradling Jaehyun, who stirred faintly at the movement but didn’t wake. “Rest now, love,” he whispered. “You’ve done enough for everyone tonight. We’re safe. We’re together.”
Jungkook’s body was warm against Jimin’s, his exhaustion palpable, but the alpha’s eyes remained open, staring at some point far beyond the walls of their room. His hand stroked idly over Jaeha’s back as if grounding himself, but his voice when he finally spoke was quiet, raw.
“Yoongi thought he was going to lose Hoseok tonight,” Jungkook whispered, the words scraping out of his throat. “When it got bad…when the bleeding wouldn’t stop…he looked at me and said if Hoseok died, not to let him live to see the sunrise.”
Jimin froze, his breath catching. The room felt too still, the weight of those words pressing down. Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his dark eyes glistening as he turned to look at his mate.
“In that moment,” he continued, voice breaking, “I understood him. Completely. Because if something ever happened to you, Jimin…” He swallowed hard, emotion twisting through his chest. “I’d take myself out before I ever lived a life without you.”
Tears spilled instantly down Jimin’s cheeks, hot and unstoppable. He shook his head fiercely, strands of long hair swinging around his face. His hand pressed hard against Jungkook’s chest, fingers curling into the ink etched over his heart.
“Don’t say that,” Jimin choked out, his voice trembling but fierce. “Don’t ever say that. If something happened to me…” He broke, gasping as more tears slid free, “...I’d want you to keep living. I’d want you to live for our pups. Don’t you dare leave them alone in this world, Jungkook. They need you. More than anything, they need you.”
Jungkook’s chest heaved, his throat tight with the force of his love and his pain. He started to shake his head, ready to argue, but Jimin cut him off the only way he knew how...by grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him hard, desperately, like it was the only thing tethering them to the earth.
The kiss was messy, unrestrained, Jimin’s tears wetting Jungkook’s lips as their mouths collided. Jungkook groaned low in his chest, crushed beneath the weight of the omega’s plea, and kissed him back with equal ferocity, like he was trying to pour every promise, every devotion he couldn’t say into Jimin’s mouth.
When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, both of them were shaking. Jimin’s breaths came ragged, his eyes red and wet, his long black hair tangled from where Jungkook’s fingers had buried themselves in it.
“Promise me,” Jimin whispered, his voice breaking, but steady in its demand. “Promise me you’ll stay if anything happens to me. For them. For our pups.”
Jungkook’s throat worked, every instinct screaming against it, but as he looked at Jimin...the love of his life, the mother of his pups, his everything...he saw the fire there, the desperate need. He cupped Jimin’s face in his calloused hands, his voice a rasp.
“I promise,” he whispered hoarsely. “But only because you’re asking me to. Only because you’re my heart.”
Jimin collapsed against him, sobbing quietly into his chest as Jungkook wrapped around him, holding him with the unshakable strength of an alpha who would never let go. He pressed kiss after kiss into Jimin’s hair, tasting salt on his lips, breathing in the scent that kept him alive.
Jaeha stirred faintly in their nest, but the room remained cocooned in silence, just the sound of their ragged breathing, their hearts beating in tandem.
And as dawn crept further across the horizon, Jungkook held his mate tighter, as if daring the world to ever try to take him away.
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The afternoon sunlight slanted through the curtains, warm and golden, spilling across the floor and painting the room in soft streaks. Dust motes drifted lazily in the light, like tiny stars floating in the quiet air.
Jungkook stirred, heavy lids fluttering open as tiny, wet pup kisses pressed against his jaw, cheeks, and forehead. Blinking, still half-dreaming, he found Jaeha perched on his little knees beside him in the nest, leaning close with a sleepy grin.
“Appa…” Jaeha’s small, syrupy voice whispered, pressing a soft hand to Jungkook’s face. “I love you, Appa…”
Jungkook’s chest swelled, warmth flooding through him. His alpha instincts stirred instantly, muscles loosening as he rumbled low in his chest, nuzzling his pup. “Appa loves you too, baby. Thank you for the kisses.”
Jaeha yawned, wobbling before flopping into Jungkook’s side, his little limbs wrapping around him like he never intended to let go. He pressed his nose into Jungkook’s throat with a tiny squeak, breathing in his appa’s scent like it was the safest thing in the world. “Peach…nap with Appa?” he mumbled, voice muffled, half-asleep already.
Jungkook chuckled softly, smoothing a big hand down his son’s delicate back. “Mm…of course, baby. Let’s nap together. Appa’s right here.”
The pup made a small, whiny hum, nuzzling deeper into his chest. “Safe…” he whispered, clutching a fistful of Jungkook’s shirt, his tiny nails scratching lightly as though making sure he wouldn’t slip away.
Jungkook buried his nose in the soft hair at the crown of his pup’s head, inhaling that sweet omega-baby scent of peach and warmth. “You're always safe,” he rumbled back, his voice vibrating into the pup’s small body.
Jaeha gave a little squeak when Jungkook shifted, instantly tightening his arms around him. “No go…” he whimpered softly.
“Shh…I’m not going anywhere, baby,” Jungkook soothed, rubbing circles on his back. The pup melted with a soft sigh, face pressed firmly into his appa’s chest.
As Jaeha finally sagged completely against him, Jungkook’s alpha instincts slipped deeper into the moment. His body shifted naturally, curling tighter around his pup, chin tucked protectively above the soft head of hair. His scent thickened in the air...sandalwood and spice...rolling over Jaeha in a gentle wave of possession and comfort. It marked him unconsciously, layering over the pup’s little omega scent like a shield, claiming him as his pup.
Jaeha stirred at the shift, nose twitching, little omega instincts reacting. He gave a tiny squeal, nuzzling harder into Jungkook’s throat. "Appa smell good…” he mumbled, voice dreamy.
Jungkook’s lips curved into the softest smile, his chest rumbling with quiet laughter. “Yeah? Appa smells good?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Jaeha’s hair. “That’s ‘cause I'm your Appa.”
The pup sighed in contentment, eyelids fluttering as he melted into the strength of his father’s embrace. “Mine…Appa” he whispered, voice so small but sure.
Jungkook’s heart swelled, squeezing around the tiny words. He tucked his chin protectively above Jaeha’s head, curling him tighter into his body, his alpha instincts purring out steady reassurance. “Yours, always,” he rumbled, his scent wrapping around the pup like a blanket.
Jaeha gave a happy little squeak, kissed his Appa’s chest with a sloppy smack of lips, and mumbled, “Peach stay…forever.”
“Forever,” Jungkook whispered back, voice breaking slightly as he pressed another kiss to his son’s crown.
Together, they drifted into a gentle doze, scents tangled, hearts aligned.
From the doorway, Jimin peeked in, long hair brushing his shoulders, laundry forgotten in his hands. His breath caught at the sight...Jungkook’s broad frame curled instinctively around their pup, Jaeha’s tiny body enveloped in the protective roll of his alpha’s scent.
Jimin lifted his phone, capturing the moment: the sunlight, the nest, Jungkook scent-marking their son even in his sleep. The photo caught love in its rawest form, a promise that their little omega would never know a day without being protected and cherished.
Lowering the phone, Jimin smiled softly, his heart swelling. To anyone else, it was a simple nap. But to him, it was everything...their alpha, their pup, tangled together in sunlight and safety, love woven through every breath.
He set the folded laundry aside and padded quietly into the room, the soft rustle of his clothes the only sound. Kneeling by the nest, Jimin reached out and brushed his fingers gently over Jaeha’s little back. The pup stirred at once, letting out a sleepy coo.
“Eomma…” he mumbled, half-asleep, reaching a chubby hand toward him.
Jimin’s lips curved in a smile as he climbed into the nest, slipping close against Jungkook’s other side. Jungkook blinked open at the shift, heavy-lidded but instantly alert when he saw Jimin. His first words came out rough, voice still thick with sleep, but his protective instincts sharpened through the haze.
“Where’s Jaehyun?” he asked, the concern immediate, eyes searching Jimin’s face.
Jimin brushed his hand gently through Jungkook’s hair, his voice hushed and soothing. “He’s at school, baby. You’ve been asleep since about seven this morning. You had a long night.”
The tension in Jungkook’s shoulders eased at once, his eyes softening as he exhaled slowly. He let his head fall back against the pillows, arm tightening instinctively around Jaeha and curling Jimin closer with his other arm.
Jaeha gave a tiny hum in his sleep, squirming against his appa’s chest, whispering, “Eomma smell good too…” before nuzzling right between them both.
Jimin’s laugh was soft, full of warmth as he leaned down to kiss the pup’s cheek. “So do you, baby peach. You smell like home.”
Jungkook gave a low chuckle, nuzzling into the top of Jaeha’s head, letting a quiet rumble vibrate against both his pup and his omega. “Safe,” he murmured, voice a protective growl softened with love.
The three of them tangled closer in the nest, scents mingling, sunlight wrapping around them like a blanket. And when Jaeha whispered, half-asleep, “Mine…” as he clutched onto both of them, Jungkook and Jimin shared a look over his little head...hearts swelling, the unspoken truth between them clear.
Ours.
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The sound of running water filled the ensuite bathroom, steam curling out from the half-closed door. Jungkook stood beneath the spray, head bowed, dark hair plastered to his forehead as rivulets of water slid down the hard lines of his body. He braced both palms against the tiled wall, letting the heat pound into his muscles, willing it to wash away the ache of the night before...the danger that had wrapped itself around Hoseok and little Wooyoung, the fear that had carved itself into Yoongi’s face.
His chest tightened at the memory. The scent of blood, the desperate calls, the helplessness of being seconds away from losing family. Even now, standing in the safety of their home, the phantom edge of it clung to him. His alpha instincts churned, restless and protective, an endless reminder of how close it had been.
Jungkook dragged in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut, forcing the water to rinse the heaviness from his skin. He had to stay strong. For his pack. For Yoongi. For Jimin and their pups.
“Appa!”
A small, bright voice rang from the bedroom. Jaehyun was home from school, his backpack already tossed aside as he bounded into the nest with his little brother. Jaeha squealed with glee at his hyung’s arrival, pudgy hands patting at him.
Jimin smiled softly as he watched them, folding the last of the laundry onto the dresser. His hair brushed his shoulders as he turned toward the bathroom, the sound of water still steady inside. His gaze softened. He knew why Jungkook had gone straight into the shower without a word...knew what he was scrubbing away, what weight sat on him still.
"You guys be good while I talk to Appa." Jimin told the rowdy pups as they squealed and giggled in the nest.
"Pup always good!" Jaeha whined and stomped his little foot.
Jimin laughed and shook his head.
He then padded to the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame, listening to the sound of their pups giggling together behind him. His heart ached for his alpha...so strong for them all, yet carrying the burden alone.
“Baby…” he called gently, just loud enough to be heard over the spray. “Jaehyun is safely home from school.”
Inside, Jungkook’s shoulders dropped a fraction, the sound of Jimin’s voice a lifeline tethering him back to the present.
Steam billowed out as the shower shut off, curling into the cool air of the bathroom. Jungkook dragged a hand over his wet hair, water dripping down the carved lines of his body. He stepped out slowly, wrapping a towel around his waist, his movements heavy...like every muscle carried the weight of last night.
Jimin was there before the shadows could drown him. Bare feet padding softly on the tiles, black hair brushing his shoulders, eyes warm and steady. Without hesitation, his hand pressed to Jungkook’s chest, firm yet gentle, his scent flowing like a balm...sweet, calming, grounding.
Jungkook’s chest rose and fell unevenly as he let his omega’s pheromones wash over him, sinking into the storm inside. Lemon-honey and warm, threaded with that subtle undertone of new life, their unborn pup. It pulled something in him taut, then loosened.
“You’re here,” Jimin whispered, thumb brushing across damp skin. “They’re here. Safe. Everyone’s okay.”
Jungkook’s throat worked, eyes dark as he bent forward, clutching at Jimin’s waist like a man holding on to the last solid thing in his world. He buried his nose in the crook of Jimin’s neck, inhaling desperately. “I almost lost them,” he rasped, voice cracking on the edges.
“You didn’t,” Jimin soothed, tilting his head instinctively, baring more of his throat. His voice was soft but certain. “You saved them, Jungkook. You always do. Now breathe.”
Jungkook’s hands slid lower, trembling, until one pressed against the gentle swell of Jimin’s belly. His palm spread wide over the warm curve, thumb brushing reverently as if he could feel the tiny heartbeat within. His eyes softened, the chaos inside dimming in the face of such quiet, miraculous life.
His chest rumbled, low and rough, but not in anger...in devotion, in relief. “Mine,” he whispered against Jimin’s skin, lips brushing his neck. “Both of you. All of you. Safe because I’ll never let go.”
Jimin covered his hand with his own, pressing it more firmly to his belly. “We know,” he murmured, leaning into him, letting his scent wrap tighter around the alpha. “We’re right here, Koo. Always.”
The towel clung to him, water still dripping from his hair, but slowly his body eased. Jungkook stayed like that, holding Jimin’s belly in one hand, his omega in the other, breathing him in until the weight on his chest finally began to lift.
After he dries off, he walked over to the dressing room. Jungkook slipped on his gray jogging pants over his black underwear, leaving his chest bare, and stepped into the living area. His pups were on the floor, toys scattered around them. Jaehyun had Jaeha’s pup clutched tightly in his hands, teasing his little brother. Jaeha, now walking steadily, toddled after him, arms outstretched, curls bouncing with each determined step.
“Jae! Give back! Pup!” Jaeha squealed, wobbling but pressing forward, tiny hands reaching for the toy.
Jaehyun grinned mischievously. “Nope! Gotta catch me first!”
Jungkook crouched down, chest warm in the sunlight, voice low but firm. “Jaehyun,” he said, a slight edge in his tone, “stop teasing your brother. Give him his doll back. Now.”
Jaehyun’s grin faltered, guilt creeping in as he looked at Jungkook’s serious expression. He hesitated, then turned to Jaeha, voice soft and apologetic. “I’m sorry, Jaeha…here’s your pup. Forgive me?”
Jaeha’s tiny brows furrowed, a whimper escaping his lips. “Don’t…don’t touch pup, Jae. Mine,” he protested, wrapping his small arms protectively around the plush.
Jungkook reached out, placing a hand gently on Jaehyun’s shoulder. “See? That’s your brother. Share when it’s right, but don’t take what belongs to him. Okay?”
Jaehyun nodded, seeing now that he was being mean to his little brother, he reached over and wrapped his arms around Jaeha. "I'm sorry, Jaeha. I won't do it again." The little omega immediately hugged him tight, pressing his tiny button nose into Jaehyun's neck.
Jungkook’s deep rumble vibrated in his chest as he crouched lower to meet Jaehyun’s gaze. “Listen to me son, I don't want to have to repeat myself later, okay? Jaeha is an omega. His instincts are different than yours. To him, that pup isn’t just a toy...it’s part of him. You understand? That’s why he gets upset. You wouldn’t just take what’s his, right?”
Jaehyun’s eyes widened a little as he processed this. “I understand, Appa. I won’t take it again.”
Jungkook nodded, satisfied. “Good. Protect your brother, look out for him. He’s small, and he needs you to understand him.”
From across the room, Jimin leaned against the doorway, hair brushing his shoulders, arms folded loosely. His lips curved into a soft, affectionate smile as he watched Jungkook handle the situation. The calm authority, the mix of sternness and guidance, the care for both pups...it all told him that Jungkook had everything under control. Jimin’s heart warmed watching the alpha and his sons interact, feeling the quiet, unshakable stability of his family.
Jungkook rumbled low again, glancing at Jaeha clutching his pup. “Now…both of you. Play nice. Appa’s watching.” He straightened slightly, chest broad, eyes still attentive, every muscle coiled in readiness to step in at a moment’s notice.
Jaeha looked up at him, small lips quivering with trust, before curling back into his pile of toys, the plush clutched tightly against him. Jaehyun gave a big, blinding smile and joined him, playing nicely with his brother once again .
Jimin quietly stepped further into the room, heart full, letting the moment linger...a perfect snapshot of family, trust, and the bonds that tied them all together.
The pups continued to play quietly in the corner, Jaehyun and Jaeha absorbed in their little worlds, occasional laughter punctuating the soft sunlight spilling across the floor. Jungkook finally tore his gaze away and walked over to Jimin, wrapping his arms around his omega.
Jimin leaned into him, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s chest, a soft, contented hum vibrating through him. He felt the alpha’s warmth seep into his bones, grounding him. “You look worn out. Are you hungry?” he asked softly, nuzzling against Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook exhaled, a low rumble in his chest, the sound vibrating against Jimin. “Starving,” he admitted, voice rough with lingering exhaustion.
Jimin’s omega instincts stirred immediately at the thought of caring for his alpha, the familiar, soothing purr starting deep in his chest. His hands moved instinctively, brushing along Jungkook’s back, the soft pressure and gentle touches radiating comfort. “Do you want me to have something sent up for us for dinner?” he asked, tilting his head up to meet his alpha’s gaze, voice carrying the warm vibration of his purring.
Jungkook shook his head, a faint, tired smile tugging at his lips. “No, baby…can you make your spaghetti? I just really love your cooking and I…I just need something made with your hands,” he murmured, voice low and earnest, every word carrying a quiet longing.
Jimin felt a surge of warmth flood him, pride and care twisting together in his chest. The thought of feeding his alpha...of preparing something he loved, made with his own hands...sent a soft, pleasurable vibration through him. His purr deepened unconsciously, a low, satisfied rumble as he pressed closer to Jungkook. “Of course,” he whispered, brushing his lips along the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “I’ll make it just the way you love.”
Jungkook’s hands cupped Jimin’s face, thumbs brushing along the soft skin of his jaw, eyes closing briefly to savor the connection. The vibration of Jimin’s purring against his chest made his chest tighten in an ache of need, protective, possessive, and tender all at once. “Thank you, baby.” He rumbled, voice low, carrying both command and affection.
The room seemed to shrink around them...the soft light, the hum of the pups playing, Jimin’s purr vibrating against him, the quiet intimacy of the moment...everything coalescing into a small, perfect world of warmth, love, and home.
Jimin pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook’s jaw, inhaling the scent of him and letting the purr trail from his chest into his lips. “I love taking care of you,” he whispered, voice husky, “especially when you want something made by my hands.”
Jungkook exhaled, a low, satisfied rumble vibrating through him as he leaned down, pressing his forehead gently to Jimin’s. “I need you, baby…just like this,” he murmured, the vulnerability of exhaustion mixed with desire weaving a quiet, intimate thread between them.
Jimin reluctantly pulled away from Jungkook’s chest, still vibrating softly with the memory of his purring. “Alright, baby,” he murmured, voice low and warm, “time to make that spaghetti you love.”
Jungkook stretched, the fabric of his gray jogging pants shifting slightly against his skin. The black waistband of his underwear peeked teasingly above the pants, catching Jimin’s eye. Sunlight hit his toned chest and shoulders, highlighting the curve of his muscles, damp dark hair clinging slightly to his nape.
Without hesitation, Jungkook scooped both pups up into his strong arms, holding them close as they giggled and squirmed. “Alright, little monsters,” he said, voice low and amused, “let’s go downstairs and watch while Eomma makes his amazing spaghetti.”
The pups squealed even louder, the sound filling the open floor plan. “Eomma’s spaghetti is the best!” Jaehyun shouted, legs kicking in excitement.
“Sketti! Yummy!” Jaeha clapped his hands, eyes wide and sparkling, bouncing slightly in Jungkook’s arms.
Jimin chuckled, a soft purr vibrating through his chest as he followed behind them, black hair brushing his shoulders. “You three really are obsessed with my cooking,” he teased gently, voice tinged with amusement.
“Mm, because it’s the best,” Jungkook said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Jaeha’s cheek. “And it’s made by Eomma.”
They reached the kitchen, sunlight spilling over the counters. Jungkook’s eyes caught the omega maid tidying the space, and he nodded kindly, his tone firm but gentle. “Jimin will be cooking for our family tonight. You’re dismissed.”
The maid smiled softly, bowing her head. “Thank you, Don Jeon,” she said before stepping aside.
Jungkook set the pups down gently on the living room rug, the open floor plan giving them a perfect view of the kitchen. Jaehyun and Jaeha immediately running forward, eyes glued to their Eomma as he began preparing the ingredients. The familiar scents of garlic, tomatoes, and fresh basil began to waft through the room.
“They’re going to be watching like hawks,” Jimin murmured over his shoulder, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
“Good,” Jungkook said with a low chuckle, leaning casually against the counter, arms crossed. “Let them see who makes the best spaghetti in the world.”
The pups squealed again, clapping their little hands in delight. Jaeha bounced slightly on the rug, pointing at Jimin with a happy squeak. Jungkook rumbled deep in his chest, watching his mate move gracefully, hands skilled and precise as he chopped and stirred, the gentle purrs of contentment vibrating through him.
Sunlight spilled over the living room and kitchen, bathing the family in warmth. The pups’ laughter, Jimin’s soft hums, and Jungkook’s protective presence melded together, creating a cozy, perfect world where love, care, and family wrapped around them like a tangible embrace.
The smell of sauce simmering on the stove, mingling with the faint scent of Jimin's pheromones and the soft peach and spice smell of the pups, made Jungkook’s chest tighten with something fierce and possessive, protective yet tender. This was his family. His home. Safe, warm, alive, and entirely theirs.
The pups bounced happily on the rug, following Jungkook’s shadow, reaching for Jimin’s hands when he handed over ingredients, giggling at every playful tease their alpha offered. Every detail...the sound of their laughter, the smell of the food, the sight of Jimin’s focused expression...made Jungkook’s heart swell. He pressed a hand to his chest, low rumbles vibrating as he watched his family thrive.
This was their world. And he would protect it fiercely, forever.
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The long dining room table was set, plates steaming with Jimin’s perfectly made spaghetti. Jaeha sat snugly in his high chair beside Jungkook, bib on and waiting, tiny hands gripping the tray, eyes bright with anticipation. Jaehyun perched beside Jaeha, fork in hand, while Jungkook and Jimin settled into their seats, exchanging soft smiles as they watched their little family prepare to eat.
Jimin’s chest swelled with a quiet, familiar warmth as he watched. The sight of his mate and their pups eagerly waiting for the meal he had prepared made his omega heart hum with satisfaction and love. He had put care and thought into this meal, and seeing them all here, happy and hungry, made it feel like the most important thing in the world.
Jimin leaned back slightly, quietly amused as he watched his three boys take their first bites. Immediately, all three wore the same concentrated frown, noses scrunched, brows furrowed. Jimin chuckled softly...he knew them well enough now. Those frowns always meant approval in their house.
Then came the chorus: three groans, laughter, and excited chatter all at once.
Jungkook stabbed a massive forkful of spaghetti, slurping and chewing with exaggerated intensity. “This is so good!” he groaned, frowning in mock concentration, eyes squeezing shut as he devoured another bite. “Baby…you’ve outdone yourself.”
Jaehyun squealed, smacking his lips. “This is yummy!”
“Sketti! Yummy!” Jaeha bounced slightly in his high chair, noodles clutched tightly in tiny fat fists.
Jimin laughed, heart swelling as he watched. His omega instincts hummed softly at the sight...he loved the way Jungkook’s dark eyes lit up with enjoyment, the way the pups’ tiny faces glowed with delight. He had prepared this meal for them, for his family, and seeing them savor every bite made every stir of the pot and sprinkle of basil worth it.
Jungkook didn’t pause, fork after fork disappearing into his mouth, frowning and groaning theatrically with every bite. “I’m serious, baby…this is…perfect…Mmm…so good…” His deep rumble punctuated each dramatic chew, making Jimin’s laughter spill freely.
“You’re ridiculous,” Jimin murmured, grinning, brushing a loose strand of hair from his shoulders. “But I love it…I love seeing you enjoy what I made.”
Jungkook finally leaned back, chest rising and falling with exaggerated satisfaction, wiping his mouth. “Love it…can’t…get enough…baby, this…spaghetti…” he groaned, voice low, thick with genuine delight and playful theatrics.
Jimin reached across the table, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s temple, his omega warmth radiating quietly. “It makes me happy,” he whispered, “that I could make something for our family and see how much you all love it.”
The pups clapped and squealed in imitation, thrilled by the show their alpha was putting on, and Jimin’s heart ached with the quiet, fierce joy of being able to nurture them all. The room hummed with laughter, the scent of garlic and tomato sauce, and the quiet, unspoken love that bound them together...his family, his mate, his heart.
Chapter 63
Summary:
Jungkook's Appa instincts kick in when a little Alpha gets too close to Jaeha.
Notes:
Our guy Jungkook is going through it this chapter lol. We also check in on Yoongi, Hoseok and Wooyoung and at the end we check in with Taehyung and Taemin.
Let me know what y'all think in the comments below.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Jungkook strode down the polished hall toward the war room, the low thrum of conversation from his lieutenants already reaching his sharp ears. He was halfway there when he caught a sound...high-pitched giggles echoing from the playroom just off the stairs. Instinctively, his steps slowed.
Through the wide doorway, he caught sight of Jaeha, sitting cross-legged on the soft mat, clutching his favorite stuffed pup. Across from him sat one of his lieutenant’s sons, a sturdy little alpha at only three years old, already broad in the shoulders, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The sight made Jungkook freeze.
The little alpha pup had his arms wrapped around Jaeha, chubby hands petting through his silky dark hair. “You’re so pretty,” he said matter-of-factly, cheeks flushed, little nose nuzzling Jaeha’s temple.
Jaeha blushed bright pink, squirming but not pulling away, clutching his pup tighter as his lips curved into a shy, almost coy little smile. “Baby peach pretty,” he squeaked in his tiny voice, though his giggles betrayed how pleased he was.
Jungkook’s jaw locked so hard it ached. His alpha instincts roared to life...Appa instincts, territorial instincts, protective instincts...all surging at once. That alpha pup was too close. Way too close. Nobody got to touch his baby peach like that.
He was just about to storm in when a soft voice broke through.
“Baby?” Jimin’s hand brushed his arm gently as he came up beside him, a small smile tugging at his lips. “What’s wrong?”
Jungkook didn’t answer at first, just jerked his chin toward the playroom. Jimin followed his gaze.
And then he saw it...little Jaeha’s chubby cheeks glowing pink as the tiny alpha continued stroking his hair, repeating in a dreamy little voice, “You’re so pretty. Smell pretty, too.”
Jaeha buried his face into his doll, giggling into the soft fabric, clearly enjoying every ounce of the attention.
Jimin’s hand flew to his mouth as his shoulders started shaking. Within seconds, laughter burst free, uncontrollable, the sound echoing down the hall. Tears pricked his eyes as he bent forward, practically wheezing. “Oh my God...Koo...he’s...he’s blushing!”
Jungkook turned his head sharply, glaring at his mate like he’d lost his mind. “It’s not funny, baby,” he ground out, voice low, dangerous. “That pup is too handsy.”
Jimin tried to compose himself, wiping at his eyes but immediately dissolving into more laughter. “They’re just little pups, Koo! He’s...he’s three years old...look at them!”
“He's not just a little pup,” Jungkook growled, fists clenching at his sides as he watched the small alpha practically cuddle the life out of his peach. “He’s an alpha. And he’s already sniffing around my pup.”
Jimin pressed his forehead to Jungkook’s shoulder, laughing until he could barely breathe. “Sniffing around? He can barely reach the toy box without help...”
“Baby, I swear...” Jungkook’s glare burned holes through the back of the little alpha’s head. “If he doesn’t move his hands in the next three seconds, I’m going in there.”
That only made Jimin laugh harder, clutching his stomach now, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You’re unbelievable,” he wheezed.
Just then, the little alpha leaned over and kissed Jaeha on his plump cheek. The little omega squeaked and hugged his pup tighter to his little chest.
Jungkook’s patience snapped. With a low, irritated rumble vibrating in his chest, he strode into the playroom, the heavy authority in his steps making the little alpha pup blink up at him.
Without hesitation, Jungkook bent down and scooped Jaeha into his arms. His baby peach squealed in delight, legs kicking before tucking up tight against his Appa’s chest. He immediately buried his face into Jungkook’s neck, little giggles muffled against his skin, his cheeks burning red with bashful warmth.
“Appaaaaa,” Jaeha whined softly, hiding deeper when Jungkook rumbled low, protective and proud, his large hand stroking over the pup’s delicate back.
Jungkook adjusted him easily on one arm, then leveled a sharp glare at the small alpha pup still sitting on the mat.
The little one wasn’t even phased...his big round eyes stared up at Jaeha with something dangerously close to adoration. His chubby cheeks were flushed, lips parted in awe. He looked up at Jungkook, almost dazed, and whispered reverently, “Jaeha so beautiful…”
The sound that tore from Jungkook’s chest was a low growl, quiet but filled with promise. His eyes narrowed as he tilted his chin down. “I know he's beautiful,” he said firmly, voice rolling like thunder. “But he is not to be touched. He’s mine. Do you understand?”
The pup blinked, startled, the weight of the Don’s authority finally sinking in. His little mouth wobbled before Jungkook added, voice sharper, “Now. Go find your Eomma.”
The alpha pup scrambled to his feet, wide-eyed, and bolted from the room in a flurry of clumsy steps.
Behind him, laughter exploded like fireworks.
Jungkook turned to see Jimin doubled over against the doorway, arms wrapped around his pregnant belly, his long hair falling forward as he wheezed for breath. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks as he tried...and failed...to get a word out between fits of hysterical giggles.
“Koo...” he choked out, shaking his head violently. “Oh my god...I can’t...” Another burst of laughter tore from his chest. “You...you growled at a three-year-old!”
Jungkook ignored him, pressing his nose into the top of Jaeha’s head as his pup snuggled tighter into his neck, still giggling shyly. His voice was firm, resolute, threaded with possessiveness as he murmured, “Doesn’t matter. Nobody touches my peach.”
Jimin was still wiping tears from his eyes when Jungkook stalked away from the playroom, Jaeha perched securely on his hip. The little omega pup giggled into his Appa’s neck, still pink-cheeked from the attention of the alpha toddler.
“Oh my god, Koo,” Jimin wheezed, following close behind them, his steps light compared to Jungkook’s clipped, furious stride. “You...you really growled at a three-year-old. You’re impossible.”
Jungkook’s jaw flexed, eyes straight ahead. “Not impossible. Protective,” he muttered. “That pup had no business pawing at my Jaeha like that.”
Jaeha giggled again, muffled against Jungkook’s collar, clearly delighted at all the fuss.
Then he glanced down at the warm weight in his arms, voice dropping low. “And you,” he rumbled, eyes narrowing at the tiny omega on his hip. “You little omega, allowing some runt to sniff around you like that.”
Jaeha squealed with cute baby laughter, instantly hiding his burning red cheeks behind his chubby hands before burrowing right back into his Appa’s neck. His muffled giggles vibrated against Jungkook’s skin, clearly not bothered at all by the scolding.
Jimin nearly doubled over, clutching his pregnant belly. “Oh...oh my god, Koo, you’re scolding him like he’s twenty instead of eleven months old,” he choked out between laughs. “He doesn’t even know what sniffing around means!”
Jungkook only huffed, holding his pup tighter against his chest as they reached the war room doors.
“He was sniffing his hair,” Jungkook bit out, shifting Jaeha higher on his hip like he was keeping him away from the world itself. “And calling him beautiful. I saw the look in his eyes.”
Jimin snorted so hard he almost doubled over. “Koo, he can’t even read yet.”
Jungkook turned, gently but firmly placing Jaeha into Jimin’s waiting arms. Jaeha squirmed, reaching back for his Appa with a soft whine, but Jimin soothed him with a kiss to his temple.
“Go with Eomma, peach,” Jungkook murmured, his hand lingering on the back of Jaeha’s head before letting go. His alpha scent spiked once more, a silent promise of protection, before he pushed open the doors.
His presence filled the room like a storm front, cutting through the low murmur of conversation. Lieutenants snapped upright, their spines stiff as their Don entered with his usual commanding aura...only this time, it was sharper, heavier, unmistakably edged with fury.
And right behind him, Jimin slipped in with their pup in his arms, eyes still bright from laughter, like he was the only one immune to Jungkook’s storm.
The war room buzzed with quiet conversation as the lieutenants settled around the massive oak table. Maps, files, and glasses of water were neatly arranged, but Jungkook’s usual calm command was nowhere to be seen.
He went over to the head of the table and sat, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes sharp as he scanned the room. His scent was heavier than usual, thick alpha authority filling every corner.
The men exchanged wary glances, sensing their Don’s mood.
Finally, Namjoon cleared his throat. “Boss…everything alright?”
Jungkook’s glare snapped to him. “No,” he said flatly, voice rumbling low in his chest. “It’s not.”
The lieutenants stiffened. Yoongi arched a brow from his place at the right hand of the table. “What happened?”
Jungkook leaned forward, palms flat on the polished surface. “Your pup,” he growled, turning his gaze toward one of his younger lieutenants. “Specifically your alpha son.”
The man blinked, startled. “My...? Is something wrong with Yeonjun, Don?”
Jungkook’s nostrils flared. “He was all over my omega pup. Hugging him. Stroking his hair. Kissing his cheek. Calling him beautiful.” The words dripped with disdain. “He wouldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
For a beat, the room was dead silent. Then Yoongi’s lips twitched. Namjoon, seated beside him, bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
Namjoon cleared his throat again, not quite hiding his smirk. “Uh, Boss…Yeonjun's three.”
“I don’t care if he’s three or thirty,” Jungkook snapped, voice rising slightly. “He’s an alpha. He knows what he’s doing. My Jaeha is an omega...he’s too little to understand those instincts yet. I won’t have some pup sniffing around him.”
Across the room, Yoongi lost the battle and started laughing into his hand. Namjoon elbowed him, but the corner of his own mouth curved up, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Baby…” Jimin’s soft voice drifted in from where he stood by the door holding Jaeha on his hip, still looking amused. “You’re making it sound like Yeonjun proposed a mating in the playroom.”
Jungkook turned, eyes wide with disbelief. “He might as well have! He had hearts in his eyes! He was calling Jaeha beautiful and touching his hair...his hands were all over him! And he kissed his cheek!
Jimin bit his lip to keep from laughing again. “Koo…he’s a toddler. Toddlers hug and kiss. Toddlers say things. It's innocent.”
Jungkook jabbed a finger against the table. “Not to my pup.”
The room broke. Yoongi chuckled low, Namjoon covered his mouth with his fist, and Jimin outright cackled. The lieutenant whose pup was in question flushed bright red, stammering apologies. "I'm sorry, boss. He seems to be besotted with him."
Jungkook growled, running a hand through his messy hair in pure frustration. “You all think this is funny. It’s not. He needs to learn boundaries. If he touches Jaeha like that again, I’ll...”
“...Koo,” Jimin interrupted gently, walking over to his mate and resting a hand on his tense shoulder. His soothing omega pheromones instantly cut through the thick alpha scent in the room. “Our baby peach isn’t in danger from a toddler. Yeonjun is a very good little pup. So what if he thinks Jaeha is beautiful? It's harmless puppy love. He was just playing. Let it go.”
Jungkook looked up at him, eyes still dark, but the rigid line of his shoulders softened slightly under Jimin’s touch. Jimin bent down and whispered, just for him, “Besides…you were so jealous, you’re lucky I didn’t record it to tease you forever.”
Jungkook groaned, leaning back in his chair, dragging a hand down his face while the table chuckled quietly around them.
“Meeting adjourned,” Yoongi muttered dryly, smirking.
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The warm light of the bathroom glowed softly against the tiles, steam curling into the air as Jaeha splashed in the shallow tub, tiny hands sending little arcs of water onto the edges. His laughter bubbled out like silver bells, high and pure, and Jimin leaned over the tub, guiding him gently, letting him play while keeping the water from spilling too much.
Jungkook leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes dark with an unshakable glare. His thoughts kept drifting back to earlier...the little alpha pup, the boldness, the way he’d dared to touch Jaeha. His jaw was set, fingers flexing at his sides as he muttered under his breath.
“Baby…” Jimin’s soft voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. He looked up to see Jungkook standing near the door, hands crossed angrily against his chest, hair loose from his fingers running through it in frustration. “Are you still thinking about Yeonjun?”
Jungkook grumbled, a low rumble that made Jaeha pause mid-splash. “Yes…it's burned into my retinas.”
Jimin laughed softly, shaking his head. “I can’t even imagine what you’re going to be like when he’s older. You’re already a total mess.”
“Mmph,” Jungkook muttered again, scowling as he watched the little pup laugh and splash, oblivious to the alpha storm brewing around him.
Jimin reached into the tub, letting the warm water drain as he wrapped the slippery, giggling pup in a thick, soft towel. Jaeha squirmed happily, arms flailing, then suddenly reached for Jungkook.
“Appa…hold me…pup cold,” he whimpered, voice tiny but insistent.
Jungkook’s chest clenched, the alpha in him reacting instantly. He stepped forward and lifted Jaeha into his arms, holding him close as the pup burrowed deep into the warmth of his chest. Jaeha’s little sigh of contentment pressed against his skin, and Jungkook nuzzled the top of his head, heart swelling with a mixture of love and possessive protectiveness.
“Let’s get you dressed and warm, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and gentle. Jimin followed, carrying the damp towel and wrapping it around them both as they moved toward the nursery.
Inside, the soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the rocking chair and the neatly arranged drawers of baby clothes. Jimin settled into the chair, arms resting on the sides, watching quietly as Jungkook carefully laid Jaeha down on the changing table.
Jungkook rubbed warm baby lotion over the little one’s arms and legs, his hands strong yet gentle. He slid a fresh diaper under Jaeha, securing it snugly before lifting him to dress him in a soft light blue gown patterned with tiny wolves.
“Almost done, little peach,” Jungkook murmured, brushing Jaeha’s damp hair gently as he dried it. The pup giggled at the ticklish sensation, fingers brushing against Jungkook’s chest for balance.
Jimin leaned over, tilting his head slightly. “He needs a haircut soon,” he said, voice soft, almost fond.
“No,” Jungkook grumbled, shaking his head. “Let’s let it grow long like yours. It suits him.”
Jimin smiled, resting his hand over his heart. “Okay, Koo…if you say so.”
Jungkook sat the brush down, holding Jaeha close to his chest, staring down into the little pups face. His eyes softened, dark intensity melting into awe and pride. He sighed, voice low, rough with emotion. “Jimin…I don’t know what I’m going to do. Look at him…baby…he’s too beautiful. He looks like you. I'll have to beat the alpha's away from him.”
Jimin’s chest tightened, a warm pang of love spreading through him. He got up from the rocking chair, reached up, cupping Jungkook’s jaw, his thumb brushing over the tense line of his cheek. “Koo…look at you,” he said softly, voice thick with emotion. “You’re already doing it. You’re keeping him safe, showing him love, teaching him how to be strong…you’re his world, just like you are mine. And that’s all he needs. That’s all I need.”
He leaned closer on top toe, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Jungkook’s temple, letting the warmth of his body and the soft vibration of his purring flow into him. “I don’t want you to know what to do. I just want you to feel it…this, right here, with him in your arms. You’re enough, Koo. More than enough. You’re everything our little family needs.”
Jungkook’s chest rose and fell with a low rumble, eyes glimmering with a rare softness, as he tightened his hold on Jaeha. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” Jimin whispered, brushing a stray curl from Jaeha’s forehead. “And I’ll be here, every step of the way. Always.”
The soft squeaks and muted giggles of Jaehyun playing drifted from the hallway, carrying the sound of blocks being stacked and knocked down. Jungkook’s ears pricked, heart tugging, and he glanced toward the sound. His jaw softened, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Sounds like Jaehyun's still building towers,” he murmured.
Jimin chuckled softly, watching him cradle their youngest. “He’s happy. Safe. Warm. Because of you. You gave them that.”
Jungkook tightened his arms around Jaeha, who snuggled deeper against his chest. “I don’t know how I ended up here,” he murmured. “With you…with them…my world’s full. Too full sometimes.”
“You’re not alone, Koo,” Jimin said, pressing his hand to Jungkook’s chest. “This…this is your family. You’re their anchor. You don’t have to figure everything out. You just have to be you.”
Jaeha’s eyelids grew heavy, tiny hands resting on Jungkook’s chest, breathing slowing. Jungkook gently lowered him into the crib, tucking the soft blanket around his small frame. The little omega gave a tiny yawn, curling up and drifting off, comforted and content.
Jimin whispered softly, brushing a strand of hair from Jaeha’s forehead. “Sleep well, little peach,” he murmured, a quiet smile on his lips.
Jungkook watched him for a moment, chest rising with a low, satisfied rumble. “I’m going to say goodnight to Jaehyun,” he said, voice rough but tender, and he started toward Jaehyun’s room.
He didn’t hesitate as he stepped inside, finding Jaehyun sitting on the floor with a nearly perfect tower of blocks. The little alpha’s eyes lit up as he spotted his Appa. “Appa! I built a huge tower this time!”
Jungkook knelt without hesitation, scooping Jaehyun into his arms. The pup wrapped his long legs and arms tightly around Jungkook’s waist, tiny head pressing against his chest. “I did it! Look, Appa!”
The little alpha had grown so tall, limbs longer and stronger, but he still fit perfectly in Jungkook’s hold. Jungkook rumbled low, scent-marking instinctively, overwhelmed by the love for both his pups. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jaehyun’s head, closing his eyes briefly to savor the warmth, weight, and pure adoration in his arms.
“You did amazing, baby,” Jungkook murmured, voice soft yet filled with pride. “Both of you…you’re everything.”
Jimin followed into the room, smiling softly at the sight: his fierce alpha, his mate...completely enveloped in the overwhelming, perfect love of family.
Jungkook held Jaehyun a moment longer, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against his own chest. The little alpha’s limbs relaxed slightly, leaning fully into him, his head resting against Jungkook’s collarbone. Jungkook rumbled low in his chest, a deep, protective vibration that made Jaehyun sigh contentedly.
Jimin knelt beside them, brushing a hand gently over Jaehyun’s hair. “He’s worn out,” Jimin said softly, smiling at the tower of blocks toppled beside them. “You played so hard tonight, baby.”
“I did, Eomma,” Jaehyun mumbled, voice thick with sleep, arms tightening reflexively around Jungkook. “I built it…huge tower!”
“And it’s perfect,” Jungkook murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of his first pup’s head. “Just like you.”
Carefully, Jungkook carried Jaehyun to his bed, settling him into the soft mattress. The little alpha blinked sleepily, still clutching Jungkook’s shirt with tiny fists. Jungkook leaned down, smoothing a hand over his back. “Goodnight, my strong little alpha. Sleep tight. Dream big.”
Jaehyun let out a soft sigh, curling up against the blankets, eyes closing slowly. Jungkook’s heart swelled watching him, remembering how small he had been once, and how fast he was growing into such a remarkable little pup.
The room fell into quiet comfort. Jaeha and Jaehyun, finally fully asleep, breathed softly under the gentle watch of their Appa and Eomma. Jungkook and Jimin slowly left the bedroom, hands brushing, hearts beating in tandem, the warmth of family wrapping around them like a second skin.
Outside the door, Jungkook’s mind lingered on the future, on both of his pups growing stronger, braver, loved fiercely...and he knew, without a doubt, that no matter what came, they would always be safe in his arms.
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The nursery glowed in soft amber, light spilling gently from the night lamp, painting everything in a warm, golden haze. The air smelled faintly of clean linens and the subtle sweetness of baby lotion, mingling with the faint, natural scent of Hoseok’s skin and the soft silk of his robe. Steam from the warm bath earlier still lingered faintly, curling lazily upward, carrying with it a hushed, intimate stillness.
Wooyoung, barely a week old, curled against Hoseok’s chest, tiny hands clutching the soft silk fabric of his robe as if it were a lifeline. His little tongue worked instinctively, latching onto Hoseok’s exposed breast, the delicate rhythm of suckling sending tiny ripples through his chest. Hoseok’s hand rested gently on the pup’s back, fingers spreading slowly, massaging the tender muscles and keeping the infant secure. Each swallow, each gentle tug of the mouth, made Hoseok’s chest tighten with awe and warmth.
The white silk robe Hoseok wore shifted slightly as he moved, the soft fabric sliding against his shoulder to expose just enough skin to make the connection between him and his pup tender and utterly intimate. The robe’s hem rode up with the crossing of his long legs, revealing pale thighs glinting softly in the amber light. Every detail...the curve of his shoulder, the line of his collarbone, the gentle rise and fall of his chest...seemed to draw Yoongi’s eyes without him even realizing it.
Yoongi leaned against the doorway, arms crossed loosely, gaze fixed on the scene with a quiet, glowing pride. He didn’t hover anxiously, didn’t worry; he simply watched, heart full and steady, taking in the miraculous sight of his mate nurturing their pup. His dark eyes traced every motion...Hoseok’s careful adjustments, the soft press of lips against tiny skin, the gentle hum of encouragement that mingled with Wooyoung’s tiny suckles.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Hoseok murmured, voice low and rhythmic, each word a soft caress. “That’s it…nice and cozy…good boy…” His thumb rubbed tender circles over Wooyoung’s back, the gentle pressure helping him relax further, while his other hand supported the little one’s head, letting him sink fully into the warmth.
Yoongi shifted slightly, the faint scent of his own alpha pheromones mixing subtly with Hoseok’s warmth and the soft scent of milk, the smell of home, of family. “Look at him,” Hoseok whispered, voice almost reverent, “he knows what to do, Appa.”
Yoongi’s lips curved, a quiet smile tugging at the corners. “Yeah,” he said softly, voice low and intimate, “he’s perfect. Both of you…perfect.” He leaned a little closer, letting his presence be felt, subtle but grounding, radiating pride and love without a single overbearing motion.
Wooyoung let out a tiny sigh, eyelids fluttering as he nursed with slow determination. The warmth of Hoseok’s body, the soft brush of silk against his skin, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest...all combined to make him feel safe, held, cherished. Hoseok adjusted him gently, shifting him slightly, murmuring, “There…nice and cozy, baby. That’s it…”
Yoongi stepped a little closer, gaze lingering on the curve of Hoseok’s shoulder, the way the silk pooled around his waist, the quiet strength in his arms as he held their pup. “You’re amazing at this, Hoseok,” he said softly, voice thick with pride and affection, every word carrying the weight of a thousand quiet nights like this.
Hoseok smiled up at him, warmth flooding his gaze. “We’re good together,” he whispered, tone soft as he rocked gently, fingers still tracing circles on Wooyoung’s back, the pup’s suckles slowing, becoming languid and content.
Minutes passed, the room suspended in quiet intimacy. Wooyoung’s body relaxed fully, tiny limbs curling into Hoseok’s warmth. The soft, rhythmic suckling slowed to occasional lulls, then stopped entirely as the newborn’s eyes drifted shut. Hoseok carefully unlatched him, murmuring a gentle, “All done, baby,” before tucking him snugly into a soft swaddle blanket. Wooyoung stirred once, then melted fully into the warmth, already drifting into a peaceful sleep.
Yoongi moved closer, brushing a loose curl from Wooyoung’s forehead, pressing a tender kiss to Hoseok’s temple. “I love you,” he whispered, voice low, reverent. “I love both of you.”
Hoseok leaned against him, sighing softly, eyes closing for a brief, peaceful moment as the quiet hum of the nursery wrapped around them. The golden glow, the mingling scents of home, of warmth, of love, settled like a soft blanket over the room. In that quiet, suspended moment, every heartbeat synchronized...their pup safe, nurtured, cherished.
Yoongi then reached down and lifted Hoseok gently from the rocking chair, cradling him against his side while Hoseok held Wooyoung securely in his arms. The three of them moved quietly through the dimly lit hall, the soft padding of their feet muffled against the carpet. The amber glow from the nursery lingered behind them, warm and protective, as they approached their bedroom...their nest.
The bed was already arranged for the little family, pillows fluffed just right, blankets folded with care. Yoongi lowered Hoseok onto the mattress first, helping him settle comfortably. Hoseok adjusted Wooyoung in his arms, ensuring the pup was snug against his chest, the swaddle tucked gently around him.
Yoongi climbed in beside them, stretching an arm protectively across Hoseok’s shoulders and over the small form of their pup. He pressed a soft kiss to Hoseok’s temple, letting his other hand rest lightly on Wooyoung’s tiny back. “You’re so small, so perfect,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. “All mine. Both of you.”
Wooyoung nuzzled deeper into Hoseok’s chest, eyes drooping as sleep claimed him. The faint smell of milk, warmth, and home surrounded him, calming every twitch of his tiny body. Hoseok’s hand rubbed gentle circles along Wooyoung’s back, murmuring soft encouragements as the little pup drifted fully into sleep.
Yoongi’s gaze softened as he watched them, pride and love radiating from every glance. “I love this,” he whispered. “I love seeing you with him, seeing him safe, happy, loved. We did good, Hoseok. We’re doing good.”
Hoseok leaned back against Yoongi, letting himself relax completely into the warmth of his mate’s chest, the steady rise and fall of Yoongi’s breathing a lullaby in itself. “We’re a family,” Hoseok murmured, voice soft and full. “All of us. Always.”
Yoongi pressed another gentle kiss to Hoseok’s forehead, then lowered his head slightly, murmuring into the warmth between them, “Always.”
The three of them settled together, Wooyoung tucked safely between his Eomma and Appa, the quiet intimacy of the room wrapping around them like a protective cocoon. Each heartbeat, each slow exhale, synchronized into a rhythm of calm, love, and unspoken promises. Slowly, the room grew still, the soft rise and fall of their little family a testament to the safety and warmth they shared.
Outside, the world continued, but inside their nest, everything was perfect. Safe. Loved. Complete.
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The gym smelled faintly of sweat and leather, sunlight streaming through the high windows, dust motes dancing in the beams. The rhythmic thud of gloves against leather filled the air as Taehyung and Taemin circled each other in the ring, each movement precise, each jab and block measured.
Taemin’s frustration was building. Every time he landed a hit, Taehyung barely reacted, holding back with such deliberate gentleness that it made Taemin grit his teeth. “Taehyung! What the hell?!” he snapped, ducking a slow swing. “You’re holding back! Stop treating me like I’m fragile!”
Taehyung’s dark eyes flicked down to him, jaw tight, voice low but firm. “You’re my omega. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“For God’s sake, Taehyung! I was the underboss for the Wang Syndicate. I can take a punch!” Taemin shot back, throwing another punch that Taehyung caught gently in his gloves.
Taehyung exhaled slowly, shaking his head, amber eyes locking with his mate’s. “I hear you say that,” he growled softly, “but my alpha physically will not let me do it.”
Taemin’s lips pressed into a tight line, circling again, jabbing lightly, testing him. “So I’m just supposed to accept that?”
“You’re my omega,” Taehyung said, voice low and steady, but there was a flicker of tension there. “That alone changes everything.”
Taemin growled, frustration twisting through him, and darted in with a sharp combination. But suddenly, a jolt of heat flared in his lower stomach. His knees buckled, and he gasped, staggering backward, clutching his abdomen.
“Taemin?!” Taehyung’s instincts flared, heart thundering. And then he smelled it...the rich, intoxicating scent of his mate's desperate need for him.
Taemin's heat had finally arrived
His control snapped like a taut string. Every alpha instinct, every possessive and protective drive surged into sharp focus.
“Omega…” he growled, his voice low, throaty, dangerous. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, hands wrapping around Taemin’s trembling form. “Don’t move, don’t fight…”
Taemin whimpered softly, heat making him vulnerable, weak in all the ways only an omega could understand. Taehyung’s pulse spiked; his fingers tightened slightly around Taemin’s waist, steadying him. In one fluid motion, he lifted his mate off the floor, pressing him against his chest, legs instinctively wrapping around Taehyung’s strong hips. Taemin’s hands clutched at his shoulders, nails sinking in lightly, body trembling with raw need.
“You’re mine,” Taehyung rumbled, nose nuzzling the scent gland on Taemin’s neck as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of his arousal. “Only mine. You belong to me, princess…”
Taemin gasped, letting himself melt against his alpha, voice ragged. “Tae…please…”
Taehyung’s strides were long, powerful, taking them across the gym and down the quiet hallway. Every step radiated dominance, claiming, protection. His amber eyes glimmered with feral intensity, pupils wide, almost black with desire as he finally reached the sanctuary of their nest.
Inside, the room was dimly lit, shadows playing across the soft bedding. Taehyung sank to his knees, still holding Taemin close, pressing him into the warmth of the blankets. He brushed hands over Taemin’s trembling body, inhaling, marking, claiming, the scent of his heat thick in the air.
“You’re burning for me…” he murmured, teeth grazing Taemin’s ear. “God, Taemin…you make me insane.”
Taemin shivered, curling instinctively into Taehyung’s embrace, letting the vulnerability of heat take over. “Tae…please…don’t stop…” he whispered, voice trembling between need and trust.
Taehyung growled low in his throat, the vibration of raw alpha pride and need rolling through him. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised, hands roaming carefully yet possessively, teasing, claiming, ensuring his mate felt safe even as desire throbbed through him. “Every part of you…all night…only mine…”
He pressed Taemin to his chest, letting the omega breathe in his scent, calming, claiming, staking his claim with nothing but the strength of his presence. Taemin’s fingers dug into his back, nails leaving faint impressions, and Taehyung smiled faintly against his crown, feeling the trembling of his mate in his hold.
“You don’t have to do anything,” he murmured, voice rough, nearly a growl. “Just be mine. I’ve got you, princess…every second…”
Taemin shivered, warmth flooding through him, and buried his face into Taehyung’s chest, inhaling his scent, feeling the pulse of dominance and love entwined. “I’m yours, Tae…always…”
Taehyung shifted slightly, pressing his nose to Taemin’s temple, letting the scent mark him gently as he sank back against the bedding, still holding his omega close. “Mine,” he repeated, voice low and reverent, hands caressing every curve and tremble. “All mine…”
The room fell into a quiet rhythm...the soft sounds of labored breathing, murmured names, the electric tension of heat and possession mingling with love, trust, and the unspoken promise of an alpha who would never let his omega go.
Chapter 64
Summary:
Taehyung helps Taemin through his heat.
Jin goes into labor.
Notes:
I didn't get to post a new chapter yesterday and I apologize. I had a lot of errands to run and didn't get a chance to sit down to write. Anyway, new chapter is posted.
Baby Peach now has a bestie in the mansion. I have a feeling Baby Peach and Sweet Pea will get into a lot of shenanigans together when they're a little older lol.
Let me know what y'all think.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
Taemin collapsed back into the nest, still wearing his damp gym shorts and sweat-darkened T-shirt, body trembling as the heat hit him full force. His thighs spread helplessly, cock straining beneath the thin fabric, slick already soaking through the seat of his shorts. A broken whine escaped him, high and desperate.
Taehyung was on him instantly. His scent went sharp, feral, dominance radiating off of him in waves as he crowded over his omega. His mouth was everywhere...hot and hungry on Taemin’s throat, biting and sucking marks into the sweaty skin, then down over his chest, dragging his tongue along the thin cotton until the fabric clung tighter to Taemin’s nipples.
Taemin squirmed, arching into him. “Tae...please...” His voice cracked, needy, almost sobbing.
“Shhh, omega,” Taehyung growled, rut-rough, pressing his hips down so the thick line of his cock ground against Taemin’s thigh through his gym shorts. “I can smell you...fuck, you’re dripping through already.”
His hands fisted in the hem of Taemin’s shirt, jerking it up roughly. In one pull, the shirt was over his head and flung aside, leaving Taemin flushed and bare-chested, chest heaving. Taehyung’s mouth latched onto a nipple, teeth scraping hard before his tongue soothed it, Taemin crying out at the mix of pain and pleasure.
Then Taehyung went lower, snarling as his fingers hooked in the waistband of Taemin’s shorts. He yanked them down brutally, ripping them past his thighs until they tangled at his ankles. Taemin gasped, suddenly bare beneath him, cock leaking, slick glistening between his parted thighs.
“Fuck...look at you,” Taehyung groaned, eyes blown black, chest heaving as his own control disintegrated. “So ready for me...heat-slick and waiting...”
Taemin whimpered, legs spreading wider, his body begging for it. “Tae, don’t tease me...I need you inside...”
That was all it took. Taehyung shoved his own T-shirt off, muscles flexing, then pushed his gym shorts down just far enough to free himself. His cock sprang out, thick and heavy, precum already dripping from the flushed tip. He lined up in one frantic motion, barely even pausing to position before thrusting in deep.
The stretch was brutal, burning, perfect. Taemin screamed, nails clawing down Taehyung’s back, tears springing to his eyes. “Tae...oh god...fuck...so big...”
Taehyung’s snarl ripped from his chest as he buried himself to the hilt, hips snapping forward with wild, desperate thrusts. Sweat flew from his temples, his muscles locked and straining as he pounded into his omega. “Mine...mine...mine,” he growled, each thrust punctuated by the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of slick.
Taemin writhed beneath him, body arching, walls clenching tight, milking him. “Yes...fuck...yours, always yours.”
Taehyung growled, hips slamming forward, the sound primal, desperate. His knot was already swelling, dragging against Taemin’s rim with every thrust. But even through the haze of desire, his instincts locked on something else...the glistening curve of Taemin’s throat, the untouched gland that pulsed with heat, begging to be claimed.
Taehyung froze for a single second, hips buried deep inside, his cock twitching. His gaze locked onto it, hunger flaring so sharp it hurt. His entire body trembled above Taemin.
Taemin felt the change instantly, the way Taehyung’s body shook above him. His eyes flicked up, dazed but clear enough to see the feral hunger burning in his alpha’s gaze. His lips parted, trembling. “Do it, alpha...Please...”
That broke him.
A guttural snarl tore from Taehyung’s chest, more beast than man. “Mine,” he growled, voice breaking with the force of it. “You’re mine, Taemin. No one will ever touch you...no one...”
He slammed his hips forward, driving his knot in deep, grinding at Taemin’s rim as his mouth crashed down onto his omega’s throat. His lips sealed over the gland, sucking hard, tongue dragging rough before his teeth sank in...deep and final.
Taemin screamed, back arching violently off the nest. The sharp sting of pain exploded into white-hot ecstasy that ripped through his entire body. His walls clamped down hard around Taehyung’s cock, milking him greedily as tears spilled from his eyes. The claiming bite sent his orgasm crashing over him, overwhelming and uncontrollable. “Tae...oh God...fuck...yes!”
Taehyung growled against his throat, biting deeper, his hips slamming forward in wild, feral thrusts. The taste of his omega’s blood on his tongue, the smell of the bond snapping into place, the pulse of heat sealing them...it all drove him over the edge. His knot popped inside with a brutal snap, locking them together as he roared, spilling hot and endless deep into Taemin’s trembling body.
Taemin sobbed, clutching at him with shaking arms, his body quaking through the force of his orgasm, the fresh mark throbbing on his neck. “You bit me...you fucking bit me...” His words came out in broken moans, but there was no fear. Only joy. Only belonging.
Taehyung’s tongue soothed over the wound, licking the blood away, sealing his claim. His voice was raw, low, vibrating against Taemin’s skin. “You’re mine now. Marked. Claimed. Forever.”
Taemin whimpered, legs wrapped tight around Taehyung’s waist, holding him locked inside. His voice was a whisper, broken and full. “Always yours, Tae. Always.”
The nest reeked of sex, heat, and bond, thick and primal. Taehyung stayed buried inside him, their bodies locked by his knot, rocking shallowly even as they trembled from the aftermath. He kissed the fresh mark again and again, reverent, desperate, possessive all at once.
“I’ll never let you go,” he vowed, his voice still a feral growl softened into a purr. “Not now. Not ever.”
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The nest was heavy with the lingering scent of sweat, sex, and bond, the dim light catching the shine on their damp skin. Taemin lay sprawled against the pillows, chest rising and falling rapidly, body still trembling from the first round of heat. His thighs were spread, slick and sticky, cock still sensitive and half-hard from the relentless rutting they’d just shared. Every nerve in his body screamed for more, need radiating off him in waves.
Taehyung’s amber eyes glimmered with dark desire as he knelt behind him, hands brushing over Taemin’s back and hips, feeling the tension coiled like a spring. He hovered for a moment, savoring the sight...his omega so utterly exposed, drenched in sweat and need, scent clouding the air, begging for possession again.
“You’re still burning,” Taehyung murmured, voice low and throaty, sliding a hand over Taemin’s slick thigh. “Can’t wait, can you?”
Taemin shivered violently, arching into the touch, hands clawing at the soft bedding. “Alpha…please…please need you…need your cock inside me…” His voice was ragged, high, desperate, lost in the haze of heat. “I need…need you to fill me…to take me…Alpha…please!”
Taehyung growled low in his throat, chest rising with a feral rhythm. He leaned forward, pressing his nose to the back of Taemin’s neck, inhaling the thick, intoxicating scent of his heat. “You’re mine again,” he said, voice sharp, dark. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think…can’t move…just feel me, omega.”
With a swift motion, he positioned Taemin on all fours, spreading him carefully yet possessively across the nest. Taemin’s body trembled at the shift, slick hips rocking slightly, cock leaking, scent filling the room. “Alpha…please…please fuck me…I need…need you…need to feel you…”
Taehyung’s hands gripped his hips, thumbs pressing into the soft muscle as he aligned himself, cock thick and hard, already aching to bury deep. “You’re so wet for me…so ready…so fucking desperate,” he growled, pressing the tip to Taemin’s entrance.
Taemin moaned, muffled against the pillow, trembling uncontrollably. “Yes…Alpha…please…inside me…need it…need it so bad…”
With a single, powerful thrust, Taehyung sank in, hips snapping forward, chest pressing against Taemin’s back. The stretch burned, hot and exquisite, walls clamping down tightly around him, pulling him deeper. Taemin cried out, nails raking the sheets, body shivering uncontrollably as every nerve ignited in fire.
“Fuck…you feel so good…so tight…mine…” Taehyung growled, thrusting harder, faster, each motion frantic, desperate. He held Taemin’s hips firmly, guiding, controlling, rutting into him with relentless fervor.
Taemin’s whines turned to shouts, voice breaking, body shaking with need. “Alpha…please…need…need pups…please…want them…want yours…want you to breed me…” His words were ragged, incoherent with lust and heat, body arching up, trying to take more.
Taehyung’s grip tightened, teeth grazing the shell of Taemin’s ear, growling, rutting harder. “You’re mine…you’ll have them…you’ll have me, omega…only mine…” He thrust deep, cock pulsing inside, nearly to the edge of release, hips snapping frantically against Taemin’s burning heat.
Taemin’s body convulsed under him, moaning and calling his alpha’s name over and over, heat and need pushing him closer to the edge. “Alpha…Alpha…please…oh god…please…need it…need you…need your pups inside me…”
Taehyung growled, knuckles white on his omega’s hips, thrusts jerking violently. “Yes…fuck…mine…mine…mine!” He slammed into him, cock swelling, knot dragging along Taemin’s tight rim. Every nerve in Taemin’s body clamped down, walls fluttering, milking him, desperate to feel every inch.
Taemin screamed, tears spilling, orgasm tearing through him like wildfire, calling for his alpha’s name, begging, needing, desperate. “Alpha…Alpha…please…please…breed me…yours…”
Taehyung roared, rutting with final, frantic thrusts, knot locking deep, spilling hot and thick into Taemin as his own release hit, hips shuddering violently. His groans filled the nest, chest heaving, scent marking, claiming, drenching them both in the overwhelming heat of their bond.
Taemin collapsed onto the nest beneath him, panting, slick with sweat and cum, completely spent, still entwined with Taehyung. The room reeked of sex, heat, and primal possession, the two of them intertwined, panting, trembling, completely consumed by each other and the second wave of their mating.
Taehyung eased himself down, still buried inside, and pressed his chest against Taemin’s back. His hands moved over his omega’s trembling body, rubbing slow, possessive circles along the spine and hips, soothing the overstimulated muscles, tracing the curve of thighs, shoulders, and the slick heat that still pooled between Taemin’s legs. He nuzzled the side of his mate’s neck, amber eyes softening as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of release and possession.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, voice low and rumbling, teeth grazing the tender skin of Taemin’s neck, nipping softly in reassurance rather than the feral claim before. “Always mine…my omega…my mate…”
Taemin shivered violently at the words, curling slightly into Taehyung’s chest. “Yes…always…yours…please…don’t leave me,” he whispered, voice raw, trembling, still caught in the haze of heat and euphoria.
Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his mate’s head, brushing damp strands of hair away. “I won’t. Not ever,” he promised, sliding his knot free slowly now, careful to let Taemin’s body adjust as he withdrew, leaving him aching, coated in their shared warmth.
Taemin whimpered softly, curling around Taehyung instinctively, legs wrapping partially around his waist, head resting against his chest. “Alpha…you’re here…always here,” he murmured, voice tiny, utterly vulnerable yet filled with trust.
“Yes,” Taehyung breathed, hand resting over the small of Taemin’s back, thumb rubbing soothing circles. “I’m here. Always. You’re safe, omega. Safe and mine.”
For a long moment, they stayed like that, chest to chest, hearts pounding in tandem, breathing slowing into a shared rhythm. Taemin’s body gradually relaxed against Taehyung’s warmth, muscles softening, trembling subsiding as the aftershocks of their mating ebbed. Taehyung’s hands continued gentle, possessive caresses, ensuring his omega knew he was held, claimed, and protected.
Finally, Taehyung shifted slightly, moving Taemin fully into the pillows of the nest, still brushing his hands lightly over every slick, spent inch of him. He curled behind him, wrapping an arm across Taemin’s waist, body warm and protective, anchoring them together.
“Rest now,” Taehyung murmured, lips brushing the top of Taemin’s shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere. Sleep, my omega. Sleep and know you’re mine, completely.”
Taemin sighed, soft and trembling, letting his body melt into Taehyung’s embrace. “Yes…Alpha…mine…” His eyelids fluttered closed, exhaustion finally overtaking the lingering heat, a faint, satisfied whine escaping as he drifted toward sleep.
Taehyung stayed with him, chest pressed to back, fingers tracing gentle patterns over his spine, watching the rise and fall of his mate’s chest, inhaling his scent, and letting the warmth and quiet of the nest settle around them. The room was silent except for their synchronized breathing, a cocoon of heat, bond, and the undeniable claim that had been sealed in the first round of Taemin’s heat.
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Days had passed, yet the bed still felt like their own private storm. Limbs tangled, sweat-slick skin pressed together, and the heavy, intoxicating scent of Taemin’s heat filled the air. Taehyung lay beneath him, chest heaving, muscles still aching from the relentless intensity of their previous rounds. But even in exhaustion, every glance at his omega...every frantic whimper, every trembling movement...made his chest tighten with a mixture of hunger, awe, and possessive need.
Taemin’s eyes fluttered open, glazed and desperate. A soft, high-pitched whine escaped him, raw and needy. The familiar, sharp pull of his heat hit Taehyung like a physical force, sending a jolt through his body. Even sore, even spent, his cock twitched uncontrollably at the sheer need radiating off his trembling omega.
Taehyung groaned low, shifting slightly, every movement reminding him of how much his body ached...but the look in Taemin’s eyes, wild and needy, made every ache worth it. He reached out, gripping Taemin’s hips, letting the omega take the lead.
“Come on, baby…ride me,” Taehyung murmured, voice low, rough, commanding.
Taemin whimpered, straddling him with trembling legs. He reached between his legs and grabbed Taehyung's hard cock, he lined him up with his dripping hole, then slammed down onto him hard, gasping as he rode Taehyung with a desperate, frantic rhythm. His hips bucked violently, every motion dragging shouts and moans from both of them. The slick friction, the burning heat of their bodies, the desperate need...everything coalesced into a rhythm of pure, untamed urgency.
Taehyung’s hands gripped Taemin’s hips, anchoring him, guiding him even as he let the omega set the pace. Each harsh, grinding thrust made his chest tighten with need, aching for possession, for the absolute connection of their bond.
“When I knot you…” Taehyung growled, voice deep and thick with desire, “…I want you to bite me. Don’t hold back.”
Taemin’s head lolled back, panting, trembling with anticipation and desperation, but he kept riding hard, building the tension, the exquisite stretching pressure, every slick motion bringing them both closer to the edge.
“Fuck…yes, just like that,” Taehyung groaned, holding his hips, guiding every slick, trembling movement. Every shiver, every slick slide, every desperate gasp pushed them closer to the edge. Taemin’s moans filled the room, high and frantic, a mixture of agony and ecstasy, blending with Taehyung’s guttural growls.
“Alpha…please…I want...I want your pups…I need them,” Taemin whimpered, words choked with heat and desperation, grinding down on Taehyung’s cock as his body shook. “Please… make me yours…fill me…I need them inside me…”
Taehyung’s eyes darkened further, pupils dilating at the raw need, at the trust and surrender in his omega’s plea. He groaned low, chest pressing against Taemin’s, gripping his hips and fucking him with deliberate, scorching force. “Such a greedy baby,” he growled, voice rough with need. “You’re mine…all mine. I’ll give you what you crave, baby. All mine.”
Then Taehyung shifted, sinking deep with a forceful thrust that drove his knot into Taemin with a hot, insistent press. Taemin’s eyes widened, a broken moan ripping from his throat as the knot locked them together. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and bit hard into Taehyung’s neck, teeth sinking just enough into his gland, and the world seemed to snap.
Taehyung’s roar tore from him, raw, guttural, reverberating through the room. The bond between them...the pull, the possession, the trust, the heat of their connection...snapped into place like lightning. Every nerve, every muscle, every pulse of his body burned with the intensity of the claim, and he came with a feral, shuddering roar, filling Taemin completely.
Taemin’s moans mixed with Taehyung’s growls, back arching, trembling as his release hit, clenching around the alpha’s knot, pulling them together in a perfect, desperate union. Every tremor, every wave of heat, every slick, shuddering movement made the bond pulse, solidify, and sink deeper into them both.
When the shivers subsided, they collapsed together, limbs tangled, sweat-drenched and trembling, hearts hammering. Taemin clung to him, still whimpering, still needy, while Taehyung’s hands roamed every inch of his omega’s body, lingering on every curve, every mark. He held him, possessed him, and whispered against his ear, “…mine. Always mine.”
Slowly, Taehyung felt the last ripples of Taemin’s heat fade, the intense energy that had filled the room finally ebbing away. The tension drained from his omega’s body, leaving Taemin limp and trembling, flushed with exhaustion and relief. Taehyung pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, letting himself feel it too...the quiet settling of the bond, the peaceful release, the final claim.
Taemin’s heat was over. Both of them were fully claimed, completely bound in body, scent, and soul. The room was quiet now, heavy with sweat, warmth, and the undeniable permanence of what they had shared...and Taehyung held him close, never letting go.
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Breakfast had barely begun when Jin froze mid-bite, a slice of toast halfway to his mouth. His free hand shot to his belly, face pinching with a sharp, sudden contraction. His body tensed, and his lips parted in a soft groan.
Namjoon’s head snapped up, chair scraping harshly against the floor. “Jin…what...what is it? Is it time?!”
Jin twisted slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes…Joon…it’s time. What, did you think I was just pretending to be dramatic?”
From across the table, Min-gi, already suspicious, blinked at them, milk moustache smeared across his lip. “But you do practice being dramatic, Eomma. Last week you pretended to faint because Appa didn’t make the rice right.”
Jin shot him a glare, lips twitching despite the pain. “That was different, Min-gi. That was real suffering.” Another contraction doubled him over, and he gritted his teeth. “I am suffering now, thank you very much.”
Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, pupils wide, pacing like a caged wolf. “Okay… okay… hospital bag! Towels! Gloves! Car! Where is it?!”
Jin rolled his eyes but let a faint smile slip through. “Alpha…breathe. We're not using a hospital, remember? The clinic is literally down the hall. You’ve checked the clinic a dozen times already to make sure it's ready....you probably know exactly how many ceiling tiles there are.”
“…Six hundred and seventy-three,” Namjoon muttered, trembling slightly.
Jin reached up, pressing a hand to Namjoon’s chest, feeling his heartbeat racing under his palm. “See? You’ve got this. You’re the only alpha I trust to catch our pups, Joon.”
Namjoon’s jaw tightened. He pressed a shaky kiss into Jin’s damp hair, inhaling deeply, letting his protective scent wash over him. “I…I just don’t want to mess anything up. I don’t want to hurt you…or him.”
Jin smiled weakly, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “You won’t. You never do. Now let’s go, before our pup decides to make his grand entrance right here on the kitchen floor.”
Min-gi hopped down from his chair, patting Namjoon’s leg like he was the calm, competent one. “Appa, calm down. Eomma’s yelling. That means he’s fine. If she was really in trouble, she’d be quiet.”
Jin groaned, doubling over with a sharp contraction, teeth gritting. “Min-gi, the last thing we need is commentary,” he muttered, his voice strained but still laced with humor. He pressed a hand to his forehead. “Now…can we leave for the clinic, please?”
Namjoon didn’t answer immediately, his jaw tight, eyes darting between Jin and the hallway. He bent slightly to scoop up the hospital bag, fumbling with the zipper for a moment before finally securing it over his shoulder. Every step seemed deliberate, measured, almost reverent as he wrapped a protective arm around Jin’s waist. “Lean on me, Jinnie,” he murmured, voice low but urgent. “I’ve got you. Every step. I won’t let you fall. Not now, not ever.”
Jin pressed his cheek to Namjoon’s chest, inhaling the rich, grounding scent of sage and something uniquely Namjoon that always made him feel safe. The warmth radiating from his alpha’s body seeped through him, anchoring him amid the sharp, twisting pain of each contraction. His hand tightened slightly on Namjoon’s sleeve, seeking more than support...seeking reassurance, connection, the certainty that he was protected. “Good…you’re my alpha,” he whispered, voice soft but firm. “You always have been. You’ll do great…just…breathe with me.”
Namjoon’s chest swelled at the words. The tremor in his hands persisted, a mixture of nerves and the instinctual drive to protect his mate and unborn pup, but he took a slow, deep breath, letting it steady him. “I am breathing…I’m with you, Jinnie. I’ve got you. Every second.” He pressed a kiss to the damp hair at Jin’s temple, letting his alpha scent mingle with the warm morning air, a subtle, unspoken promise of possession and protection.
Jin let a shaky exhale slip, the contraction ebbing slightly as Namjoon’s arm tightened around him. “You’ve always been the one I trust the most in this world…the only one I trust,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You delivered Min-gi…you’ll deliver this pup too. You’ll be amazing. I know it.”
Namjoon’s chest swelled with both pride and terror...the responsibility of it all pressing on him...but he kept his gaze forward, scanning the hallway as if he could anticipate every step, every obstacle. “I won’t let you down,” he whispered, thumb tracing small, reassuring circles on Jin’s hip. “Not ever. I’ve got you…and I’ll catch him, Jinnie. I promise.”
Jin pressed closer, allowing his weight to lean into Namjoon’s strength, the familiar rhythm of their breaths syncing as he felt the alpha’s heart thump steadily beneath his ear. “I know…and that’s why I can relax…just a little…with you,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite the intensity of the contractions. “You make me feel safe…even when I’m writhing in pain like this.”
Namjoon’s throat tightened, a mixture of awe and love pressing down on him. “You are…the strongest omega,” he said, voice low and reverent. “The most beautiful…and you’re mine. I’ve got you. Always.”
The hallway stretched before them, a tunnel of quiet and anticipation. Min-gi followed at a careful distance, clutching a small toy, his eyes wide and cautious as he sensed the tension between his parents. He didn’t speak again, sensing that the moment belonged to them, that the bond of alpha and omega...the foundation of their pack...was palpable in the warm, steady pressure of Namjoon’s arm around Jin.
Step by careful step, they approached the clinic, Jin’s small gasps and trembles met with Namjoon’s firm, unwavering support. Every contraction was a wave, every step a reassurance: they were together. He was not alone. And soon, their little pup would be in their arms.
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The mansion clinic was quiet, the gentle hum of the ventilation and the faint scent of fresh linens filling the air. Min-gi had been carefully set up in the waiting area, surrounded by his coloring book, a few scattered toys, and a juice box. His small ears twitched at every sound, every creak of the floor, and he kept glancing toward the door, anxious but trying to stay calm. He could hear the occasional murmur from inside the clinic, a soft gasp, a low murmur...reminders that something big was happening beyond the walls.
Inside the delivery room, Jin’s breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, each inhale trembling with the tension of the contractions. His hand gripped Namjoon’s arm as another sharp wave of pain rolled through him, forcing him to press his forehead into the broad chest of his alpha. The warmth of Namjoon’s body and the steady beat of his heart offered a grounding anchor amidst the chaos of his body. “Joon…it hurts…” he whispered, voice tight with both discomfort and trust.
Namjoon’s hands shook slightly as he held him close, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the damp strands of hair clinging to Jin’s forehead. His thumb traced slow, soothing circles over Jin’s arm, a quiet reassurance, an unspoken promise: he would not let anything happen to him or their unborn pup. “I know, Jinnie…I know it hurts. You’re doing so well…so strong,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “We’ve been through this before. You’re not alone. I’m right here…just breathe with me.”
Jin let out a soft groan, teasing through the pain, though his body remained tense. “You’re right…we’ve done this before. We’ve got this, together.” There was trust woven into every word, faith in Namjoon’s presence and strength even as his body betrayed him with pain.
Namjoon exhaled shakily, pressing their foreheads together, their breaths mingling, scent blending in a quiet symphony of familiarity and devotion. “My beautiful omega,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent, trembling slightly from nerves. “Every part of this…every contraction, every second…you’re incredible. You’re holding us together.”
Another contraction hit, sharper than the last, forcing Jin to double over. Namjoon’s hands tightened instinctively around him, anchoring him to the world, grounding him with strength and love. Jin lifted a trembling hand, brushing back Namjoon’s damp hair as he pressed his forehead closer. “Breathe with me…in…out…that’s it…you’re fine, Joon…I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice a tether through the haze of pain.
Namjoon’s chest swelled with protective pride, heart hammering in his chest. Seeing Jin so vulnerable, so exposed, yet trusting him completely, made something ache deep inside...a fierce, possessive love that left him breathless. He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along Jin’s temple, over his cheek, letting his alpha scent bloom, thick and comforting, a silent claim and a promise to shield him from everything. “You’re not alone, Jinnie. Never alone. I’m right here… always. You and Min-gi and this pup… you’re mine, and I’ll protect you all.”
Jin let out a shaky laugh, caught somewhere between pain, love, and relief. “I know…I trust you, Alpha. You always…always make this bearable,” he murmured, curling slightly into Namjoon’s embrace, hands clutching at his shirt for grounding. “You’ll do fine…I know you will.”
Namjoon pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of Jin’s head, inhaling deeply, letting his alpha scent wrap around both of them, asserting the quiet dominance of protection, possession, and devotion. “Always, Jinnie. Always…I’ve got you.”
Another contraction rose, and Jin shivered, his body curling into Namjoon’s as he clung to him, guided by trust and the warmth radiating from his alpha. Namjoon’s hands slid over Jin’s hips, steadying him, encouraging him, whispering low, grounding words. “Almost there…push with me, Jinnie…just one more wave…you’re incredible. You can do this…we can do this.”
Jin pressed his cheek into Namjoon’s chest, voice ragged but steady, “I know…I trust you…we’ve got this…together.”
Namjoon’s chest tightened with emotion, a soft rumble vibrating in his throat as he pressed a final kiss to Jin’s damp hair, wrapping him in his scent, warmth, and unwavering presence. “Together, always…my omega…my pups…my pack. We’ll bring this pup into the world, together.”
Jin’s breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps, body trembling with each contraction. Namjoon knelt between his legs, hands steadying Jin’s hips, eyes dark with a mix of worry, awe, and fierce protectiveness. “Okay, Jinnie…focus on me,” he murmured, voice low and steady, thick with alpha authority. “You’re strong. You’ve got this. I’ve got you.”
Jin’s fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them tight. “It…it hurts so fucking much, Joon…so much…” His voice cracked with equal parts exhaustion and fear.
“You’re doing amazing, my omega,” Namjoon soothed, thumb brushing over Jin’s sweaty temple, lips brushing damp strands of hair. “Breathe with me. In…out…again. That’s it. Now…push with me. Push for our pup.”
Jin’s muscles tensed, head rolling back as he obeyed, pushing into Namjoon’s firm, steady hands. Namjoon pressed his body closer, scent enveloping Jin, grounding him. “Yes…just like that. Harder…keep going, love. Feel me here with you. You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”
Each push came with a guttural groan from Jin, tears sliding down his cheeks. Namjoon murmured between breaths, “That’s it, Jinnie…perfect…again…feel him moving…push for our pup. I’m right here.” His large hands pressed against Jin’s hips, guiding and supporting, while his body hovered protectively, blocking the world outside.
The room was thick with the scent of Jin’s omega scent and Namjoon’s alpha, sweet and grounding all at once. Jin whimpered, “I…I can’t…it’s too much…”
“You can,” Namjoon growled softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jin’s mouth. “You’re my omega. Strong, beautiful, perfect. Push with me, Jinnie…our pup is almost here. I’m right here, every second.”
Jin gasped, trembling, sweat slicking his skin. “Okay…okay…pushing…” His voice was desperate, trusting. Namjoon’s presence filled every part of him...strong, firm, protective, unshakable.
Finally, a sharp, clear cry split the air. Namjoon’s body reacted before his mind could catch up...his alpha instincts flaring, every muscle coiled in protective readiness. He caught the tiny newborn immediately, cupping the fragile body with trembling hands that were reverent, careful, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.
The first scent of their pup hit him...soft, sweet, floral, like blooming sweet peas warmed by morning sun. A male omega. It wrapped around Namjoon, filling him with a rush of possessive pride and love that made his chest swell, almost painfully. His heart hammering, he pressed the newborn close, letting his thumb trace delicate lines along the pups soft downy head.
“Jinnie,” Namjoon whispered, voice thick with awe and emotion, trembling slightly as he leaned closer. “He’s…perfect. A little omega…My little Sweet Pea.”
Jin, tears streaming freely, reached out shakily, his fingers trembling as he cradled the little omega against his chest. The warmth of his newborn pressed to his skin, tiny arms curled instinctively. “Min-jun…” he whispered, voice breaking, hoarse from emotion and exhaustion. “Our Min-jun…”
Namjoon bent over both of them, nuzzling Jin’s damp hair, brushing the newborn’s soft crown with his thumb. His alpha scent bloomed fully around them...protective, intoxicating, grounding...a signal to the world that this was his pack, his family, his heart made flesh.
Outside the room, Min-gi’s small ears twitched at the newborn’s cry. Namjoon opened the door slowly, holding his gaze on their eldest pup. “Min-gi…come here, pup. Carefully. Your baby brother is here.”
Min-gi’s eyes went wide, toy still clutched tightly to his chest. His small legs moved cautiously, trying to look brave. Namjoon guided him with careful, low instructions, each word weighted with authority and love. “Remember…be easy because he's fragile. He’s an omega. Support his head…every part of him is delicate, so you have to be careful. Do you understand?”
Min-gi’s chest puffed up, pride mixing with awe. “I can do that! I’ll protect him forever!” His voice was firm, almost ceremonial, as if accepting a sacred responsibility.
Jin, exhausted, sweat and tears streaked on his face, let out a soft, affectionate laugh. “See, Alpha? Your pup is already learning to be an amazing big brother.”
Namjoon bent slightly, brushing a feather-light kiss over Min-gi’s hair, then Jin’s, letting the alpha scent bloom fully around all three of them. The room filled with the layered aromas of sage, rose, and sweet peas...protective, comforting, intoxicating. “All three of you are mine. My pack. Nobody else touches you without my knowing,” he murmured, low and possessive, his gaze sweeping each member of his family.
Min-jun whimpered softly against Jin’s chest, tiny nose scrunching as he burrowed into warmth. Min-gi’s eyes softened, awe-struck as he looked down at the tiny bundle. “He’s so tiny…and warm… like a little steamed bun,” he whispered, voice full of wonder and pride.
Namjoon chuckled, low and warm, pressing a lingering kiss to Jin’s temple, letting his scent seep even deeper into the room. “Exactly. And you…you’ll watch over him. Always. You’re his big brother, my alpha pup, part of this family. I’ll always be here, watching, guiding, protecting…always.”
Jin curled his fingers into Namjoon’s shirt, feeling the solid, unwavering strength of his alpha beside him. “Overgrown wolf,” he murmured, playful and teasing despite the sweat, the tears, and the exhaustion.
Namjoon growled softly, a deep, rolling rumble vibrating through the room. It was pride, possessiveness, and devotion all wrapped into one. “Never. You are mine. Min-gi is mine. Min-jun is mine. Forever.” He settled beside Jin, leaning in slightly to hover protectively over both, letting his warmth, his scent, and his alpha presence blanket them completely.
Min-gi carefully held Min-jun in his arms, hands gentle, rocking him with a reverence that belied his six years. “Don’t worry, little brother…you’ve got two alphas watching your back. Always.”
Namjoon’s eyes swept over them, heart taut with protective pride, chest swelling with love and relief. “Always,” he murmured, voice thick, a low, possessive vow. “Always my pack. Always my family. No one touches any of you without me knowing. Ever.”
The small clinic felt full, alive with warmth, love, and the quiet, potent claim of alpha scent surrounding the family. Every soft coo, every gentle touch, every tiny sigh of Min-jun reinforced the unspoken truth: they were safe. Together. His pack. His forever.
Chapter 65
Summary:
Jimin gives birth.
Notes:
After this chapter we're going to have a small time jump. Nothing major.
Let me know what y'all think about the new pup.
Enjoy.🩷
Chapter Text
TWO MONTHS LATER
The suite was warm and quiet, late morning light spilling through the curtains. Jimin stood in the middle of the room, round belly heavy at nine months, determinedly fussing with the pile of blankets and pillows he’d dragged onto the floor. He bent carefully, grunting a little as he tugged one blanket free and shook it out, then folded it before setting it neatly at the edge of the growing nest.
Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with a mix of awe and frustration. “Baby…you shouldn’t be bending like that. Sit down. Let me do it.”
“I’m nesting, Jungkook,” Jimin said, puffing his cheeks. “I can do it.”
“You’re nine months pregnant,” Jungkook shot back, stalking closer, “you shouldn’t be lifting or reaching or...”
“Appa! We nest!” Jaeha’s little voice interrupted, firm for a one-year-old. Their pup toddled across the rug, dragging one of Jungkook’s oversized hoodies behind him. He struggled with the weight, the edge tangling around his tiny feet, but his determined expression made Jimin laugh despite his discomfort.
“See?” Jimin said, eyes shining. “Even Jaeha is helping.”
Jungkook bent immediately, scooping Jaeha up with one arm and taking the hoodie with the other. “You’re going to trip, pup,” he muttered, nuzzling his son’s soft hair. Jaeha squealed and wriggled until Jungkook set him down again.
Jaeha toddled right up to the nest Jimin was building and plopped the hoodie down with a proud little huff. “Eomma.” His chubby hand patted the pile of pillows and hoodie, as if declaring it done. “Smell's good like Appa!” he exclaimed, holding the soft fabric up to Jimin’s face.
Jimin chuckled, kneeling slightly so their son could reach. “It smells like Appa?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You think it’s ready for the nest?”
Jaeha nodded vigorously, patting the hoodie. “Yes! Put here!”
Jimin pressed a quick kiss to the top of Jaeha’s head before adding the hoodie to the growing pile of blankets. “Good thinking, pup. You’re helping so much.”
Jungkook’s chest tightened. He wanted to step forward, grab the fabrics, make sure everything was perfect for his omegas, but watching his little pup carefully sniffing, testing, and making sure the nest smelled like him…his heart almost melted.
Jungkook’s fingers flexed again, and his voice tightened. “Baby, let me help...”
His son spun on him, stamping his tiny foot with all the indignation a one-year-old omega could muster. “Appa, no! Omega only!”
Jungkook blinked, caught between exasperation and awe. The pout on Jaeha’s lips, the way his eyes flashed with stubborn fire even as his little body wobbled with effort...it was Jimin all over again. Every expression, every tilt of his head, mirrored the omega Jungkook loved and adored. It was like staring at a miniature version of his mate, and the resemblance made his chest ache with a fierce, possessive love.
Slowly, Jungkook crouched down until he was eye-level with Jaeha, his voice softening to a gentle rumble. “Alright, baby peach. Omega only,” he echoed, lips twitching in a smile he couldn’t hold back. He brushed a stray curl off Jaeha’s forehead, careful not to crowd him. “Just…don’t work yourself too hard, okay? Appa’s right here if you need me.”
Jaeha’s tiny chest puffed up with pride, the defiance melting into a beaming smile. And when Jungkook looked at him again, he didn’t see rebellion...he saw Jimin’s stubborn courage shining through their son, and it made his heart swell until he thought it might burst.
Jimin laughed softly, brushing Jaeha’s hair back. “He’s right, Koo. This is omega work. You keep watch, make sure we’re safe. That’s what our alpha does best.”
Jungkook stepped close to the edge of the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight. Every instinct screamed to step in and take over, but he couldn’t deny the peaceful, glowing energy coming from his omega and pup. Jaeha grabbed another blanket, toddling it over to Jimin with pride, holding it up and sniffing it before adding it to the nest.
Jimin nuzzled his son’s cheek. “See, pup? You’re doing such a good job. Our alpha is watching us, and we’re making our nest just right.”
Jungkook rumbled softly in his chest, heart clenching in awe. His omega and pup were creating their sanctuary, their little bonding moment, and he could only watch, guard, and wait for the right moment to step closer.
Jimin gave him a soft smile, brushing his fingers over Jungkook’s hand. “I need to do this, Koo. It’s my instinct. My body won’t rest until the nest feels right.”
As if to echo the words, Jaeha reached out until his tiny hand pressed against Jimin’s rounded stomach. He babbled softly, like he was already talking to the sibling inside.
Jimin’s eyes grew glassy. “See? He understands too.”
Jungkook’s chest ached. He walked over to him, stepping into Jimin’s space, his arm looping around his waist while his other hand slid over Jaeha’s small palm and the swell of Jimin’s stomach. He leaned in, his scent flooding the room...sandalwood and spice, grounding and protective, thick with alpha pride.
“All mine,” he murmured, voice rough. “My omega. My pups. Nobody touches what’s mine.”
Jimin only smiled, cheeks pink, finally letting Jungkook take the blanket from his hands. “Then let me finish it, Alpha. The sooner it’s ready, the sooner I can rest.”
Jimin and Jaeha continued adding blankets and pillows, smoothing edges, fluffing corners, and layering pieces until the nest was a soft, sprawling mound in the center of the suite. Jaeha carefully sniffed each piece before adding it, holding them up to Jimin. “Eomma smell?” he’d ask, and Jimin would chuckle, pressing the fabric to his own nose, then tucking it into the nest.
Finally, they both crawled in, curling together in the soft warmth. Jimin pressed his belly against the blankets, Jaeha pressing against him, small hands patting and rubbing the edges to make sure everything smelled like both their omegas. Slowly, they rubbed their scents into the pillows and blankets, murmuring little coos and giggles as they wallowed together, their bodies warm, soft, and intertwined.
After a few moments of quiet, they lay still, breathing in each other and the comforting smell of their shared nest. Jimin sighed, a contented, relaxed sound, while Jaeha nuzzled his Eomma's chest, tiny arms dragging over the softness of the blankets.
Jungkook leaned against the doorway, arms crossed but a smile tugging at his lips. His heart swelled watching them, seeing his omega and pup bonding in such a tender, instinctive way.
“You two look adorable,” he said with a low chuckle, stepping closer. “But…wow. This is an amazing nest, my babies.”
Jimin lifted his head and smiled softly. “It’s perfect, isn’t it, Alpha?”
Jungkook’s eyes softened. “May I join this beautiful nest?”
Jimin’s smile widened, warm and teasing. “Of course, Alpha.”
With that, Jungkook lowered himself carefully into the nest, curling around Jaeha. The little pup squealed in delight, pressing his cheek against Jungkook’s chest while Jimin leaned close on the other side, their scent mixing warmly in the blankets.
Jimin let out another soft sigh, closing his eyes. “The only thing missing…” he murmured sadly. “Is Jaehyun’s scent.”
Jaeha’s eyes lit up. “Jae at school!” he squealed.
Jungkook chuckled, running a hand through Jaeha’s soft hair. “Don’t worry, pup. Jaehyun will scent the nest when he comes home. And when he does…this nest will be complete.”
Jimin nestled in closer, sighing again as Jungkook tightened his protective hold around Jaeha. The three of them lay there, soft and warm, their scents blending into the blankets, the air full of security, love, and quiet happiness.
Jungkook’s voice rumbled low, almost a purr. “All mine...my family.”
Jimin and Jaeha nuzzled closer, the nest now a haven of warmth and trust, waiting for the final piece to complete their little nest.
Jungkook stayed curled up with Jaeha, his chest still aching with warmth, when the sound of a frustrated sigh drifted from the nest. His ears picking up immediately toward the source, instincts sharpening.
Jimin was struggling to sit up, bracing his hands against the bedding, his huge swollen belly throwing off his balance. With a small groan, he finally managed to swing his legs over the side, sitting there with his shoulders sagging and one hand pressed against the mound of his stomach.
Jungkook was at his side in an instant, hands hovering, torn between scooping him up and letting him fight through it. “Baby,” he murmured, eyes soft but worried. “You should stay resting… you’re carrying so much more this time.”
Jimin huffed, rubbing the side of his belly with an almost comical look of exasperation. “Don’t remind me. It feels like I’m smuggling a boulder in here.” He shifted, wincing as he tried to ease the pressure in his back and hips. Then, with a faint smile tugging at his lips despite his misery, he glanced up at Jungkook. “We’ve got a huge alpha inside me, Koo.”
The words hit Jungkook like a spark to dry tinder. His throat bobbed, gaze dropping to Jimin’s belly as if he could see straight through to the pup inside. Pride and possessiveness tangled thick in his chest, and his hand moved instinctively to cradle the swell, thumb stroking in reverence.
“You’re incredible,” Jungkook said softly, almost reverently. His finger twitched, itching to touch more, to hold more, but he steadied them, careful of Jimin’s delicate skin. “Carrying my pup...carrying our pup. No wonder you’re so beautiful...it’s because you’re full of me.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, though his cheeks flushed pink at the intensity in Jungkook’s tone. “Beautiful isn’t the word I’d use. Miserable, maybe. Huge, definitely.”
“You're not huge. You're pregnant...and mine,” Jungkook corrected, leaning close to press a kiss just above Jimin’s navel. The gesture made Jimin shiver, his annoyance faltering into something softer.
"We have an appointment with Jin in about thirty minutes. Help me get dressed?" Jimin pouted at his alpha.
Jungkook rumbled low in his chest and leaned forward and nipped Jimin's pouty lips. "I'll do anything you ask of me, baby." Jimin giggled and leaned forward, gently kissed his lips, paying special attention to the freckle below his lip.
Jungkook gripped Jimin's plush hips and growled, low and aroused. "Come on, baby before I end up balls deep inside you again."
Jimin let out a tired sigh, swaying slightly as Jungkook guided him toward the dresser. “I can’t believe how hard it is to get dressed now,” he muttered, voice thick with exhaustion and a little frustration.
“You don’t have to do it alone,” Jungkook said softly, already sliding his hands under the hem of the yellow strapless maternity dress. He lifted it carefully over Jimin’s belly, his fingers brushing against the swell with reverent awe. “I’ve got you.”
Jimin leaned back slightly into his alpha’s chest, letting him help, as the soft fabric slid over his shoulders and down to cover him. “Thanks, Koo… it’s…a struggle,” he admitted, wincing slightly as he shifted to let the dress settle comfortably.
Once fully dressed, Jimin glanced back over his shoulder toward the nest. Their little baby peach was curled up tightly among the blankets, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in soft rhythm. “He's sleeping…building our nest must have worn him out,” Jimin murmured, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Jungkook’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Baby, did you see the way he scolded me earlier? I swear…it was like looking at you.” His hand slid down to rest on Jimin’s hip, steadying him, warmth radiating from his touch.
Jimin giggled, a light, happy sound that made Jungkook’s heart clench. “He is…so adorable,” Jimin agreed, leaning slightly into Jungkook’s chest as he watched their little pup sleep peacefully.
Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Jimin’s head, murmuring against his hair, “Adorable, stubborn, fierce, beautiful…just like his Eomma.”
Jimin blushed and adjusted the strapless yellow maternity dress, smoothing it over his swollen belly. Every movement made him wince slightly, and Jungkook’s hands never left his hips, steadying him gently.
“Ready, baby?” Jungkook murmured, his eyes scanning Jimin for any sign of discomfort.
Jimin nodded, glancing once more at the nest. Jungkook scooped the tiny pup into his arms, cradling him carefully against his chest. The little one’s warmth and soft, even breathing made Jungkook’s chest tighten with possessive affection.
“He's so tiny still,” Jimin said softly, reaching out to brush the pup’s hair back. “Seeing him carrying your hoodie and those big blankets had me tickled. They were bigger than him.”
Jungkook chuckled, his fingers tightening slightly around their pup in a careful, reverent grip. “I always have to remind myself to handle him gently,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Jaeha’s chubby cheek. “His bones feel so delicate.”
He glanced down, eyes softening even more. “Jaehyun was always the complete opposite. So sturdy, so solid. Even now. But you…you’re delicate, little one. And I’ll always be careful with you.”
Jaeha squirmed slightly in his arms, letting out a tiny whimper, and Jungkook’s chest swelled with warmth. The contrast between his two children...one tiny and fragile, one strong and robust...made every instinct to protect, cradle, and cherish feel all the more urgent.
With one hand holding Jimin’s, the other cradling their sleeping pup, Jungkook led them toward the door. Jimin waddled slightly in the dress, every step a reminder of how heavy his belly had grown. Jungkook’s protective presence beside him, steadying him at every step, made the walk effortless in contrast to the ache in Jimin’s muscles.
“Thank you,” Jimin murmured quietly, squeezing Jungkook’s hand as they passed through the hallway.
“For what?” Jungkook asked, though his chest ached with the love he felt.
“For… carrying both me and him. Always making it easier,” Jimin said softly, eyes lifting to meet Jungkook’s, full of trust and warmth.
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Always, baby. Always.”
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Jungkook’s hand stayed lightly on Jimin’s back as they pushed open the clinic doors, Jaeha still cradled gently against his chest. The soft scent of antiseptic mingled with the faint warmth of the late morning sun filtering through the windows.
Jin looked up from the reception desk and his face lit up instantly. “There you are! I was hoping I’d catch you together,” he said warmly, stepping forward. His eyes softened when he took in Jaeha in Jungkook’s arms and Jimin’s carefully swaying steps in the yellow maternity dress.
“Hi, Jin,” Jimin said, his voice slightly breathless from the walk but warm with affection. “How’s Min-jun doing?”
Jin’s smile widened, a proud sparkle in his eyes. He crouched slightly to be closer to Jaeha, brushing a gentle hand over the pup’s tiny shoulder before looking back at Jimin. “He’s two months old already. Can you believe it! He's perfect… just like me,” he said with a teasing grin. “A complete angel.”
Jimin giggled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Of course he is,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Jaeha’s face. Jungkook’s chest tightened next to him, the image of their little family here together filling him with quiet, possessive pride.
Jin straightened and glanced at Jungkook, nodding toward the couch in the corner of the exam room. “Go ahead and lay Jaeha down there while I examine Jimin. He’ll be safe and comfortable,” Jin said gently.
“Got it,” Jungkook replied, carefully shifting the tiny pup in his arms. He lowered Jaeha onto the couch with slow, deliberate care, making sure the blankets were tucked gently around him. The little one stirred slightly but remained peacefully asleep, trusting completely in his father’s arms.
“Ready for your check-up, Jimin?” Jin asked, gesturing toward the examination table.
Jimin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, while Jungkook adjusted the way he stood by his mate, making sure every step was steady and supportive.
Jimin eased onto the examination table, carefully supported by Jungkook at his side. Jungkook’s hand stayed lightly on his lower back, eyes soft and alert as he watched his mate settle.
Jin adjusted his gloves, smiling warmly. “Alright, Jimin, let’s see how you’re doing. You two look ready.”
Jimin chuckled, resting a hand over his swollen belly. “I think this little alpha is getting impatient already,” he said, glancing at Jungkook. “Big as Jaehyun was, I swear.”
Jungkook grinned, pressing his hand over Jimin’s belly. “Yeah…I keep reminding myself this one’s a tiny powerhouse. At night, he pushes his little feet right into my lower back...my back’s definitely going to regret every kick before he even arrives.”
Jin laughed, shaking his head. “Well, you two always make big, strong pups…except for Jaeha,” he added with a playful shake of his head. “Tiny little thing, that one.”
Jimin smirked, wiggling slightly on the examination table as he tried to get comfortable. “This pup is already practicing his domination skills before he’s even out,” he teased, his voice tinged with amusement and exhaustion.
Jungkook leaned down, brushing a soft kiss along Jimin’s temple. “Just like his Appa,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive. His hand slid over Jimin’s belly, pressing gently into the swell, feeling the subtle movements beneath his fingers. Every kick, every twist made his chest tighten with pride and protectiveness.
Jin rolled the ultrasound machine closer, the wheels squeaking softly across the floor. “Alright, let’s take a look at our little powerhouse,” he said with a grin. He poured a generous amount of gel onto Jimin’s belly, the cold sensation making Jimin flinch and let out a soft laugh.
“Ahhh! That’s chilly!” Jimin protested, though the smirk never left his face.
“Sorry, gotta make sure we see everything clearly,” Jin replied, pressing the wand gently against Jimin’s abdomen. The screen flickered to life, showing the unmistakable shape of their baby.
Jungkook’s eyes softened, the hand still resting on Jimin’s belly. “Look at him…already strong,” he murmured. “I can feel it through your skin, baby. He’s like me and Jaehyun, already.”
Jin’s voice broke through the quiet, professional but warm. “Yep…strong heartbeat, healthy growth. I can see he’s going to be just as sturdy as Jaehyun was. This little alpha isn’t holding back.” He swiveled the screen slightly so both Jimin and Jungkook could see. “Look at those legs kicking…wow, he’s already flexing his muscles.”
Jimin laughed softly, leaning back slightly against Jungkook’s chest, who wrapped an arm around him instinctively. “Yeah…tiny tyrant in the making,” he muttered, resting his hand over Jungkook’s as it lingered on his belly.
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jimin’s head, voice husky with fondness. “Whatever he’s doing in there, I’m already wrapped around his little fingers.”
The room was filled with warmth, the rhythmic beeping of the ultrasound, Jimin’s quiet laughter, and the gentle murmurs of their growing family all blending into a soft, intimate moment.
Jin smiled at the pair, swiping the wand across one last section of the screen. “Everything’s healthy and growing beautifully. Strong heartbeat, good movement…he’s right on track. And like I said, planning the C-section is perfect for a pup this size. No surprises, safe delivery, smooth recovery.”
Jimin reached for Jungkook’s hand, squeezing it. “We know, Jin. We just like hearing it again from you…it reassures us and gives us confirmation that our little alpha is okay.”
Jin smiled, jotting a note in the chart. “Alright. Then we’ll schedule the C-section for a safe delivery date. Your tiny powerhouse will be here before you know it, and you’ll both do great.”
Jimin exhaled softly, leaning fully into Jungkook, who pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “I can’t wait to meet him,” Jimin murmured.
Jungkook’s chest swelled with warmth, cradling Jimin and the belly beneath his hand. “Neither can I, baby. Neither can I.”
The room hummed with quiet anticipation, laughter, and the steady rhythm of tiny movements beneath Jimin’s hand...a perfect, intimate moment for their growing family before the next chapter began.
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ONE WEEK LATER
The morning sun streamed through the windows, painting soft golden streaks across the living room. Jimin paced lightly, his swollen belly making every step a bit more of an effort. Jungkook hovered near him, hands resting lightly on his shoulders, offering silent reassurance.
“I just…I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” Jimin murmured, stopping in front of Taemin and Taehyung. Taemin was holding their youngest, baby Peach, snug in his arms, while Taehyung leaned against the couch, eyeing Jaehyun with a playful grin. “Are you sure about this? My pups…they’re a lot to handle.”
Taemin smiled, lifting Jaeha a little higher so he could smooch the tiny, chubby cheeks. “Jimin, I got this. How hard can two little pups be?”
Taehyung chuckled, rubbing Jaehyun’s back as the five-year-old wiggled. “We’ve handled worse chaos before, trust me.”
Jimin hesitated, tugging gently at his dress. “Well…sometimes Jaehyun shifts into his wolf. And when he shifts back…he’s always naked. And then…he likes to run around the house naked…”
Taemin burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Will you stop? I can handle a naked five-year-old.”
Taehyung grinned. “And I’ll handle the little one. Baby Peach’s extra cuddles? Easy. We’re pros.”
Jungkook pressed a kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. “See? They’re in good hands. You focus on our pup arriving safely. They’ll take care of our little ones.”
Jimin sighed, a mix of nervousness and relief, his hands resting over his belly. “I guess…I just don’t want to overwhelm them. They'll never want their own pups if we terrify them.”
Taemin laughed and leaned down a little, resting his forehead gently against Jimin’s forehead. “Jimin, it’s fine. We know what we’re doing. Peach and Jaehyun are little chaos machines, sure, but we’ve got it covered. You focus on meeting your new pup. That’s the important part.”
Taehyung nodded, giving Jimin’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Exactly. Just relax, Jimin. We’ll make sure your pups behave…mostly.”
Jimin let out a soft laugh, his nerves easing as Jungkook squeezed his hand. “Alright…okay. I trust you guys.”
Taemin winked, bouncing Jaeha slightly in his arms. “Good. Now go deliver that big alpha, little Eomma. Leave the rest to us.”
Jimin smiled, a soft blush creeping across his cheeks as he leaned into Jungkook. “You’re right…it’s time.”
Jimin knelt slightly, pressing gentle kisses to Jaeha's plump cheeks and then Jaehyun’s head. “Behave while Eomma goes to have the pup,” he murmured, ruffling Jaehyun’s hair softly.
Jungkook bent down as well, brushing kisses over their pups’ foreheads. “Be good for Taemin and Taehyung. No running around naked, alright?” he added with a low chuckle.
Peach cooed happily, reaching up to grab at Jungkook’s fingers, and Jaehyun leaned into his Appa's side with a mischievous little grin.
Jungkook stood, lifting Jimin gently by the arm and pressing a reassuring kiss to his temple. “Let’s go, baby. Time to meet our little one.”
Jimin took a deep breath, glancing back at their little family one last time, and let Jungkook lead him toward the clinic delivery room, their hearts full with love, anticipation, and the quiet promise that nothing would ever break their bond.
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The operating room was bright and sterile, the faint scent of antiseptic mingling with the warm morning light streaming through the high windows. The soft hum of monitors and the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate filled the otherwise quiet space. Jimin lay on the table, gown pulled up over his swollen belly, jaw tense, fingers lightly gripping the sides of the table. Every small movement caused a subtle shift of weight in his hips, reminding him just how much effort this moment had required to get here.
Jungkook stood at his side, hand resting lightly on Jimin’s arm, the other pressed to his shoulder. He leaned close, voice low and steady. “You’ve got this, baby. I’m right here. Every step.”
Jin, calm and methodical, adjusted the instruments and scrubbed over the area again. “Alright, Jimin. Epidural is in place, vitals stable. Baby is positioned perfectly for a C-section. You’re doing wonderfully.”
Namjoon’s presence was steady and professional at the head of the table. “Jimin, the epidural is keeping you fully numb from the waist down. You won’t feel any pain...only pressure. Speak up if anything feels off, but you’re safe.”
Jimin exhaled shakily, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. “I…I’m ready,” he whispered.
Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I know, baby. I’ve got you. We’re almost there.”
Jin made the initial incision slowly, speaking over the low beeps of the monitors. “Pressure only, Jimin. You’ll feel tugging, but no pain. Almost there.”
A subtle shiver ran through Jimin as the pressure registered. He squeezed Jungkook’s hand tightly. “It’s…intense,” he murmured, lips pressed into a thin line.
“You’re incredible, baby,” Jungkook reassured him, thumb brushing soothing circles over Jimin’s wrist. “Just a little longer. I’m right here.”
Namjoon’s calm voice kept the tension from rising. “Heart rate steady. Oxygen normal. Epidural working perfectly. You’re doing perfectly, Jimin.”
The incision deepened, and Jin’s hands moved with practiced precision. “And…head’s out,” he said softly, lifting the tiny newborn carefully. The first sharp, wailing cry of their baby echoed through the room, immediate and full of life.
Jungkook’s chest tightened, and he leaned in over Jimin’s shoulder, eyes glistening as he watched their newborn wrapped in a warm blanket. “Our little alpha,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.
Jin gently placed the baby into Jimin’s arms, cradling him against his chest. Jimin gasped softly at the warmth and the weight, tiny fists curling around his fingers. Jungkook bent close, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s temple and murmuring, “He’s finally here, baby. He’s ours.”
Namjoon glanced over at the little family and nodded with satisfaction. “Everything’s stable. Both Eomma and baby are healthy. Jimin, you did an amazing job.”
Jin smiled warmly, as he finished stitching Jimin back up. “Strong little alpha, just as expected. And you’re both perfectly fine.”
Jimin’s eyes misted with tears, overwhelmed by the tangible presence of their child and Jungkook’s unwavering support. He leaned closer into Jungkook, wrapping his free arm around his neck. “I can’t believe he’s finally here,” he whispered, voice choked with emotion.
Jungkook tightened his arms around both Jimin and the newborn, feeling the soft warmth of their tiny alpha pressed against his chest. He pressed a tender kiss to Jimin’s temple and murmured, “Neither can I, baby. He’s ours…fully, completely.”
The room hummed with the quiet, powerful warmth of new life. The baby’s small cries echoed softly, rhythmic and alive, as Jungkook whispered soothing words to calm him. Jimin’s fingers traced tiny patterns along his back, feeling the firm little fists and the pulse of new life beneath his hands.
Jin and Namjoon worked efficiently around them, finishing the procedure with calm precision. Instruments were cleared, monitors double-checked, and vitals stabilized. Yet in the midst of clinical efficiency, the room felt intimate, filled with the raw, tender gravity of a family welcoming a new life.
Jimin shifted slightly, resting his cheek against the newborn’s soft head. “He smells like teakwood and your dark spices…just like Jaehyun smells like cedarwood and your dark spices. He…he smells like ours,” he murmured softly, voice thick with emotion.
Jungkook let out a low chuckle, his voice husky. “He does, baby. Just like home. Just like us.”
And for the first time, all the nerves, all the waiting, all the anticipation melted away into the steady, rhythmic breathing of three hearts finally together: Jimin, Jungkook, and their new tiny alpha.
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The soft hum of the recovery room felt like a gentle cocoon as Jimin lay back against the pillows, Jungkook at his side, their newborn cradled carefully between them. The sterile smell of antiseptic was replaced by the warmth of soft blankets, the baby’s tiny, steady breaths, and the lingering, comforting scent of Jungkook on Jimin’s skin.
Jimin’s fingers traced the delicate curve of the baby’s cheek, marveling at how impossibly small yet alive he felt. “He’s…perfect,” Jimin murmured, voice breaking slightly. “So tiny…and yet I can feel how strong he already is.”
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the baby’s head, inhaling deeply. “Just like his Eomma said…tiny, fierce, and completely ours.” He adjusted Jimin slightly, helping him shift so their little alpha could rest snugly on Jimin’s chest. “Here, baby…you take him. He needs his Eomma.”
Jimin leaned in, letting his forehead rest against the newborn’s soft hair. “I…I can’t believe he’s really here,” he whispered. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, spilling down as his fingers caressed the baby’s tiny hands. “He’s ours…all ours.”
Jungkook’s voice was low and reverent as he brushed his hand over Jimin’s shoulder. “He is, baby. Every part of him. And we’ll protect him. Always.”
Jimin lifted his gaze, meeting Jungkook’s eyes through misted tears. “We…we need to give him a name,” he said softly. “We can’t just keep calling him ‘pup'.’”
Jungkook smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “I was thinking… something strong, gentle…like him. How about…Jaemin? I figured we could carry on the tradition with our pups names.”
Jimin’s eyes lit up. He smiled through tears, shaking his head softly. “Jaehyun, Jaeha and Jaemin…yes. I love it. It feels right.”
Jungkook nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Jaemin,” he whispered again, voice husky with awe. “Our little alpha. He’s finally here, baby. He’s ours.”
Jimin leaned in closer, pressing another soft kiss to Jaemin’s forehead. “Welcome to the world, Jaemin,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “You’re finally home.”
Jimin leaned in closer, pressing another soft kiss to Jaemin’s forehead. His eyes softened as he gazed at their newborn. “He looks like both of us,” Jimin murmured, a small, dreamy smile tugging at his lips. “Your nose, my eyes...Although, I do think he has your lips, baby. Even the freckle."
Jungkook chuckled and rested his head against Jimin’s, hand covering both their chests, feeling the warmth and heartbeat of their newborn. “All ours,” he whispered. “No one else…just us.”
For the first time, all the waiting, the worry, and the anticipation melted into quiet, perfect gravity: Jimin, Jungkook, and their newborn Jaemin, together, complete, and entirely theirs.
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