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jemshopes · 5 months ago

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Cooking Lessons || Yoonjin

--Yoonjin Fake Dating AU

“Yoongi-yah, he’s not going to take you back just because you learn how to make a decent bowl of kimchi stew.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Relationships aren’t fixed with food. If you really want him back you need to make him jealous.”

* * *

Yoongi has never thought of himself as one of those pathetic, desperate people who fall apart the moment their boyfriend breaks up with them, but it turns out he’s exactly one of those people when his boyfriend of five years leaves him, his parting words a cruel stab at Yoongi’s abysmal cooking skills.

Yoongi doesn’t know why those particular words stick with him, but he finds himself at Kim Seokjin’s dorm room a week later—Seokjin being a friend of a friend who Yoongi has only met a few times at off campus parties and on the odd occasion when Jimin has had to stop by Seokjin’s dorm to pick something up, but who Yoongi has always liked spending time with and who is quite a talented cook—asking him for cooking lessons, either to prove his now ex-boyfriend wrong or to delusionally attempt to get him back. Seokjin rightly tells him that their relationship problems—their breakup—cannot be fixed by Yoongi learning to cook. Yoongi's ex left him for a multitude of reasons far bigger than his mediocre cooking. If Yoongi wants his ex back then he has to think far bigger too. Seokjin's plan—although perhaps just as delusional as Yoongi's—is far bigger. It's utterly ridiculous. And it just might work.

“If you really want him back you need to make him jealous,” Seokjin says matter of factly, crossing his legs where he lounges in his desk chair like a bond villain. All he’s missing is a fluffy white cat to stroke.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Yoongi asks. He just wants some cooking lessons, so he can crawl back to his ex on his hands and knees and show him he’s improved and grown.

“Pretend to date me,” Seokjin says, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “We'll make a show of it and he’ll see what he’s missing and come running back to you.”

“I'm not pretending—that’s the stupidest idea I've ever heard.”

“My idea is brilliant. No one wants a pathetic loser, Yoongi-yah, and if you learn to cook just so you can beg him to take you back because you’ve changed then you’re going to be one pathetic loser. And I can’t be friends with pathetic losers. And we were just becoming friends.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Because faking an entire relationship is what cool people do?”

“No,” Seokjin says. “It’s what geniuses convince someone to do when they’re on the verge of becoming pathetic losers. People love things they can’t have, Yoongi-yah. It's why you want him back so badly. Right now he knows that if he snaps his fingers you’ll come running back to him. We need him to think you’ve moved on and that you’re happy and that you’re now a functioning human being.”

“This is ridiculous. Why did I even come here?”

“Because I'm brilliant. That's why. Pretend to date me and he’ll see what he’s missing and you’ll have him back in no time. And, bonus points, your parents won’t have a chance to start pestering you to start dating again.”

Yoongi has never heard such an absurd idea in his life, but seeing Seokjin’s smile and hearing Seokjin’s logic it’s hard to say no.

“Fine. Whatever. How do you pretend to be dating someone?”

“You stop frowning at me and start pretending you want to kiss me instead.”

* * *

Or in which Yoongi’s boyfriend has recently broken up with him and he’s desperate to get him back, so he tries to enlist the help of his best friend Jimin’s friend Kim Seokjin, only for Seokjin to concoct a ridiculous fake dating plan that might just lead to Yoongi developing feelings for someone he never thought he would.

Somewhere between trying to make his ex boyfriend jealous, holding Seokjin’s hand, staring into his eyes, drawing him close, and letting Seokjin put his hands in his back pockets, and the many conversations they share, Yoongi begins to struggle to look at this relationship as just a fake one. When Seokjin kisses him one day in full view of his ex, Yoongi knows he should find the kiss weird. It’s his friend kissing him, not someone he’s attracted to. And yet he finds himself forgetting entirely that they aren’t really dating in that moment. He finds himself almost sad that they aren’t. He finds himself kissing Seokjin with more passion than he’s ever kissed his ex-boyfriend with.

“Whoa,” Seokjin whispers, pulling back. “Way to commit to the bit.”

They’re both flushed and breathless. and Yoongi can feel embarrassment creeping through his veins. Seokjin's lips are swollen and it takes every bit of willpower Yoongi has not to stare at them.

“Sorry, I just thought… I thought…”

Seokjin's eyes flicker to something over Yoongi’s head, however. He leans in and kisses Yoongi's cheek and says in a rather loud voice. “I'm going to the bathroom, Babe. Meet you in an hour?”

Yoongi frowns. “Wh—“

Seokjin pokes him meaningfully.

“Oh, yeah, see you. Have fun in the—bathroom, I guess?”

Yoongi barely has time to collect himself before his ex-boyfriend walks up to him to strike up a conversation.

“Are you dating him for free cooking lessons or something?” he asks Yoongi jokingly.

Yoongi's ex is kind of an asshole and overhearing some of Yoongi’s conversations with him prompts Seokjin to ask questions, which start conversations of their own between the two of them.

“Why do you want him back anyway?”

“I-I don’t know. He's just… I… I love him. He’s been there for me when I needed him.”

“Yeah, but whenever you two talk you look kind of miserable afterwards.”

“Of course I do, he hasn’t asked me to take him back yet.”

“He always says things that kind of put you down.”

“That's just his sense of humour. I do it too.”

“Really? I've been hanging around you non-stop for almost a month now and you’ve never put me down.”

“Well… I… it’s just…”

They talk about many things. They share their hobbies and their aspirations for the future. Seokjin even teaches Yoongi how to cook, although it happens spontaneously one evening when Seokjin comes to Yoongi’s for dinner so they can work out a plan for tomorrow when they’ll see Yoongi’s ex again at the university fundraiser he’s participating in. Yoongi asks Seokjin on the phone what Seokjin feels like having for dinner. And Seokjin laughs and says he’ll bring dinner, don’t worry. And when he shows up he’s got two grocery bags.

“We’re cooking a decent meal. I've seen the way you eat. And you must be sick of takeaway.”

“We?”

“Yes. We. You and me.”

That night Seokjin shows Yoongi how to chop vegetables correctly, how to fry onions without burning them, and how to properly prepare a decent meal. And he does it all with a smile and gentle words of encouragement. They cook, they eat, and they plan for tomorrow. Tomorrow they’re going to pretend to have an argument in earshot of Yoongi’s ex. It will give him the perfect excuse to comfort Yoongi, to begin winning him back. But Yoongi can’t help feeling a twinge of reluctance as they rehearse what they’re going to say to each other. But he pushes that reluctance aside. They have work to do and tomorrow, hopefully, he’ll have his boyfriend back. Nevermind if Yoongi has begun to think about someone else.

The plan works. Yoongi's ex comes to comfort him and he asks Yoongi to get coffee with him. Once coffee is over he suggests dinner next week and Yoongi agrees. At dinner Yoongi begins to feel small. He doesn’t like his ex’s sense of humour. Or maybe it’s not humour. Maybe it’s just insults. He doesn't like how his ex talks about Seokjin. Most of all he doesn’t like how his ex’s mouth feels against his at the end of the night. He tastes like smoke and he kisses too hard. And he suggests they go back to his place as though he assumes Yoongi will agree immediately.

“Um, actually, I-I think I’m going to go home,” Yoongi says, breathless, and in the wrong way, from their kiss. “Tonight was great. But… we should take things slow.”

“Since when have you ever wanted to take things slow?” his ex scoffs.

“Wh—since now. I don't know," Yoongi says in a small voice, eyes prickling.

“You’re really not coming back with me?”

“I—no. no," Yoongi says, drawing himself up to his full height. “Thank you, but no.”

His ex huffs irritably and gets into a taxi. “Whatever.”

Yoongi finds himself on the curb holding back tears. Usually when he cries, he goes to Jimin, but he hasn’t told Jimin about any of this and suddenly it all seems so stupid and humiliating to admit what he’s been doing for the last month. So he goes to Seokjin.

“Hey, how did the—Yoongi-yah, what happened?”

Yoongi stands in Seokjin’s doorway, his face puckering as tears streak his cheeks. “He just puts me down all the time, like you said,” he whimpers hoarsely. “I didn't want to go home with him tonight and he basically called me easy and said I'd never not wanted to go home with him before.”

“He's an asshole. Come here. Come in. It’s okay.” He draws Yoongi into his arms, into the safety and familiarity of his dorm room. “You’re not easy.”

Yoongi cries embarrassingly loudly. All the tears he hasn’t cried since their breakup. all the tears he should have been crying instead of pouring his energy into trying to make his ex jealous. “I feel so stupid.”

“Everyone's stupid sometimes. It’s okay.”

Seokjin lets him spend the night. Or, more accurately, insists he spend the night on pain of death. He makes snacks and they watch a film together on Seokjin’s laptop, eating popcorn and nachos and sweets. The worst thing seokjin does is chew extra loudly for a few moments to annoy Yoongi.

Afterwards Seokjin makes them a very late dinner because Yoongi had hardly eaten anything at the restaurant his ex had taken him to. And they talk and eat and laugh.

Yoongi takes a shower. As he’s washing his hair with Seokjin’s shampoo, he finds himself thinking that somehow his time with Seokjin tonight has felt like the date he’s been envisioning his ex taking him on. Something perfect and soft and intimate. So when he has towel dried his hair and changed into some old, loose clothes that Seokjin has leant him, he sits on the edge of Seokjin’s bed and looks at him until Seokjin looks up from his phone.

“Stop staring at me.”

“I'm not staring. Who—who’re you texting?”

“This guy I met at a party,” Seokjin says. “He’s pretty hot, so I thought I'd give it a try seeing as we’re over now. I mean, unless you want to give it a go for real?”

Yoongi blinks, a little laugh leaving him. “Y-you’re joking, right?” He doesn’t mean it to come out like that, as though he can’t imagine them ever dating for real.

Seokjin chuckles and looks away. “Yeah.”

They sleep in the same bed that night, but Yoongi feels miserable for the next few days. He and Seokjin are friends now, but suddenly friendship doesn’t seem like enough.

Yoongi spends the next week at Jimin’s apartment, wallowing in depression and letting Jimin wrap him in blankets and tell him what a prick his boyfriend was. And how he’s sure Yoongi could work things out with Seokjin and be very happy with him.

That’s when Yoongi tells Jimin everything. The fake dating. Falling for Seokjin. Not knowing what to do now because Seokjin isn’t interested in him romantically. He expects Jimin to reprimand him or yell dramatically that Yoongi should have told him—how could he leave him out of the most exciting thing Yoongi has ever done? But Jimin listens and then he smiles and he says simply, “Go shower and put on something sexy. We’re going to a party tonight.”

“I don't want to go to a party.”

“It's not optional, hyung. Now put on some jeans that make your ass look phenomenal. We’re going out. I have a plan.”

Two hours later, they leave Jimin's dorm room, heading towards a party that Jimin knows for a fact Seokjin will be attending. Yoongi's stomach has tied itself in several knots. Jimin's plan is simple. Go in. Find Seokjin. Tell him how you feel. Yoongi hates this plan. Yoongi thinks it's a terrible plan, but Jimin is persuasive and Jimin is pulling him into a house that's vibrating with the force of the music thumping inside of it, a house packed with people and smelling thickly of alcohol. Jimin is craning his neck, handing Yoongi a cup of beer.

"Drink up, it helps with the nerves," he tells him, grinning. And then, "Oh, look!"

And there is Seokjin. Standing in the corner talking to another man, laughing with another man. Probably the man who he had been texting the night Yoongi slept in his dorm room.

Yoongi turns and leaves the house, wiping away tears. He hears Jimin calling after him, but at some point those calls stop and there's just silence as he makes his way back through the quiet, pretty much deserted part of the university's grounds. Then another voice is calling out to him, footsteps echoing behind him, a hand taking his arm and pulling him to a halt.

"Hey, I saw you at the party," Seokjin says. "What happened? Why did you leave?"

Yoongi sniffles. "I just thought I could go out and get a guy, but it was all too much for me," he says, smiling softly.

Seokjin's skin is flushed from running and his hair is messy. He stands before Yoongi, looking like he doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

"Yoongi-yah, you can't rush these things," Seokjin says. "It's okay to need time."

Yoongi sits heavily on a bench, shaking his head. "I keep thinking about how much time I wasted on him. And what a prick he was to me. And how all I ever did was waste time wanting him to be what he wasn't. I wanted him to help me learn how to cook instead of complaining about it, you know? I wanted him to just appreciate me and not put me down all the time. I wanted him to, like, put his hand in my back pocket and hold my hand when we walked around together. And I wanted him to stay up half the night talking to me about stuff we wanted to do in the future. I wanted him to care about my hobbies. I-I wanted..." he trails away momentarily as Seokjin sits beside him, listening intently. "I just... I wanted him to kiss me like you kissed me. L-Like he cared it was me he was kissing."

Seokjin's eyelids flutter and he looks away suddenly, his mouth opening and closing. He looks back up at Yoongi, but still he seems to have no words.

So Yoongi kisses him, tasting alcohol, but not caring because his whole body warms when his lips are pressed to Seokjin's.

He barely registers how it happens, but they're stumbling up the stairs to Seokjin's dorm room. Yoongi's back is against the door as Seokjin tries to unlock it and kiss him at the same time. They're inside and the door is closed and Seokjin is sitting against the headboard and yoongi is in his lap, their bodies moving together with each kiss, hands fumbling at shirts and belts.

Abruptly, Seokjin pulls out of the kiss. "Wait. Wait. I... I don't want you to think I'm doing this because I think you're easy or something. I want you to know I like you. I've liked you since the day Jiminie introduced us. I don't want to just sleep with you. I want you to be my boyfriend. for real this time."

Yoongi hadn't expected this, so for a moment he's as utterly speechless as Seokjin had been before yoongi kissed him.

"I... I want to be your boyfriend too," he whispers, letting his hips roll against Seokjin's lightly, sending tingles up his spine. "For real this time."

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sweetestofchaos · 6 months ago

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BNAA | Stay Close - M.YG x K.SJ

🔪Pairing: Alpha Gang Boss!Yoongi x Omega Maid!Seokjin

🔪 Rating: 18+

🔪 Genre: gang au, dead dove, parent au, a/b/o, angst, fluff, smut, mxm, mpreg

🔪 Warnings: time skip, mentions of blood, torture (described), physical violence, semi-public sex, handjob, light bondage, sensory play (blindfolding), body worship, crying, breeding kink, unprotected sex, knotting, fingering, spiting, slick/cum eating, anal sex, oral, nipple play, dacryphilia, brief depictions of childbirth, seokjin has a lot of emotions, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, pet names/terms of endearment, strong language.

🔪 Word Count: 12k

Four years later and Yoongi is still in love with his mate, Seokjin. Their pup, Miyoung is thriving and now the family of three is ready to grow by one more.

a/n: this story is completely fiction. it was written for the daddy’s home fest hosted by @btsfests. if i missed any warnings, please let me know. if you would like to scream in my ask box, feel free it is open. for the sake of time, i did not have this fic betaed, if you see any major mistakes, please let me know. it has been a long time since i finished any kind of fic...so i am very proud of myself. i love this story and i truly hope you enjoyed it as well. thank you so much for reading and your support!

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Four Years Later

“Find him!”

Everyone in the room looks at the man standing in front of them pacing back and forth. Min Yoongi, the boss of the underground, is pissed. His usually neat hair is disheveled, messy from running his hands through it repeatedly. His smokey thyme scent is burnt. Someone has stolen something very important from him and they will pay with their life. Four sets of eyes watch as Yoongi slowly starts to lose his composure little by little. His chest is heaving, his eyes are scarlet red, wide and wild like an animal. He is going to kill whoever stole from him with his own two hands.

Hoseok, an alpha and Yoongi’s second in command, sits in a large chair. Out of the crew, Hoseok has the least amount of injuries. He was hit in the back of the head with a vase from behind. So, there is a nice sized egg hidden by his dark hair. His heart shaped mouth is turned down into a small frown as he recalls the mess he ran into. He went down for a few moments from the attack, unaware of the aftermath that it would cause.

Namjoon, a beta as well as the hacker of the group and Taehyung, the other beta and sniper, sit on the love seat that is in the middle of the room. Taehyung is nursing his bruised jaw with an ice pack while Namjoon picks at the blood that has clotted on his knuckles. His hand hurts like a bitch and he is sure that his hand is broken from how discolored it has become.

“I want every fucking person on the streets, ears to the ground. You hear me? Find him!”

Yoongi’s eyes are merciless as he scans over the room of his subordinates, ghosting right over the five men closest to him. Useless, the whole lot of them! All these bodies and yet one of the people he swore to protect was taken in the blink of an eye.

“Yes, sir!” Come the shouts of the others in the room and Yoongi glares at everyone just standing around.

“Get the fuck out!” He snaps, his patience hanging on a very thin thread and the men in the room all scramble over themselves to clear the room.

As the door slams shut loudly, Yoongi is left alone with his five most trusted friends and the in-house doctor, Jackson, a beta. The youngest, Jungkook, an alpha, pushes himself off the wall. His face is boyish with large doe-like eyes but the hardened muscles on his body and the full sleeve of tattoos displayed for all to see on his left arm tells another story. There is a cut above his right eyebrow and his bottom lip is split as well. Like Namjoon, Jungkook’s knuckles are bloody and bruised.

“So, what are we doing boss?” Jungkook asks as he walks over and parks himself on the arm of the couch, right next to Jimin, the only other omega beside Seokjin, who is being looked over by doctor Jackson. Out of everyone, Jimin got hurt the worst since he was inside the nesting room where everything fell apart.

Jimin is passed out cold thanks to the drugs that are pumping through his blood stream. Jackson is currently stitching a rather large gash on Jimin’s chest which makes Taehyung frown. Jimin and him have been through thick and thin together. They are soulmates, blessed by Luna to always find each other. He was supposed to keep him safe and he failed. The younger’s golden skin has lost its glow, now pale and bruised. His face is untouched much to Taehyung’s disbelief but the gash across his chest is cause for concern.

Yoongi clicks his tongue as he looks around at his friends; his pack. Namjoon’s indigo hair looks darker thanks to the dried blood from someone else. Taehyung’s bangs hang in his eyes as he sits up with a wince. Namjoon raises an eyebrow and Taehyung waves him off, his freshly dyed blond locks curling from the blood that ran from his temple. The room is filled with bitter, sour scents. No one is happy with the night’s outcome.

Yoongi’s alpha is at the surface ready to draw blood. His pup’s screams still ring in his ears and he grinds his teeth as he jaw clenches. He wants to go to her right now, his inner wolf is howling to comfort Miyoung but Yoongi needs to handle business first.

“I didn’t get a good look at the fuckers, but we got one of ‘em.” Taehyung states and hisses as he starts to grin. His lower lip is split, his temple has two stitches and four of his ribs are bruised, nothing he can’t handle.

Yoongi’s ears perk up at the mention of a survivor and something wicked comes to life in everyone’s eyes as Yoongi’s lips twitch. He runs a hand through his hair and looks at Jackson, who is still working on Jimin.

“Wang?” Yoongi rolls his tongue in his mouth as Jackson looks over his shoulder. “We good here?”

“Joon needs to stay-”

“Bullshit! Doc, I’m-”

“Not doing shit with a broken hand!” Jackson glares, his eyes flashing a striking gold and Namjoon grumbles knowing that Yoongi will not go against the doctor’s words.

Nodding his head, Yoongi jerks his head towards the door and one by one the others all stand. Taehyung and Jungkook pat Namjoon on his shoulders, scenting him quietly with their wrists as they walk by and Yoongi rolls his shoulders.

“Joon, hop on the trail. I want these fucking bastards found in the next three hours.”

“Already on it, Min.” Namjoon waves his phone in his unbroken hand and Yoongi nods before he steps out of the room.

Out in the hallway, Yoongi cracks his knuckles and shoves his hands in the pockets of his black trousers. He looks at his pack, they all look fucked but at least they are alive.

“Kook, you good to deal with ‘em?”

“I won’t kill him…much.”

Jungkook’s eyes glow red and Yoongi nods his head before he looks at Hoseok, “Keep tabs on the men. Let me know if they find anything.”

“Should I let BamBam know what’s up?”

Yoongi sucks his teeth. He really doesn’t want to involve the Got7 pack. Jackson’s mate, Jinyoung is the pack alpha and they are useful. Bambam is an omega with his hands in a little of everything; he is a good ally to have. Yoongi gives a stiff nod of his head and Hoseok is walking off down the hall to the main office. Now it’s just Jungkook, Taehyung and Yoongi. Yoongi and Jungkook follow Taehyung to where the only living survivor of the attack is being kept, the library. Yoongi makes a mental note to scold Taehyung for not bringing the guy into the basement.

Taehyung opens the door to the library and Yoongi sees a younger man tied to a chair, he is passed out and bleeding from his broken nose. Yoongi closes the door and takes a seat in the large leather reading chair that is a few feet away from the unconscious man. He notices the blood that drips from the man’s fingertips and splashes onto the fancy rug. Damn. Yoongi thinks to himself. Seokjin is going to chew his ass out if he finds out they got blood on the rug. He wonders if Seokjin would notice a replacement or not.

Jungkook and Taehyung share a look before Jungkook walks over to the man with all the bone chilling confidence of an apex predator. He is a shark, waiting for his chance to strike in bloody water. Taehyung pulls a hair tie from around his wrist, the very one that he keeps in case Jimin wants to tie his hair up and hands it to Jungkook. Quickly, Jungkook takes the hair tie, holds it in his mouth and gathers his hair into one hand. Grabbing the hair tie from between his teeth, Jungkook easily pulls his hair into a messy bun and cracks his neck. Taehyung walks over to Yoongi’s chair and stands behind it, leaning against it with his arms crossed in front of him over the back.

“Get on with it.” Yoongi orders, his voice a low rumble that fuels the sick and twisted pleasure in Jungkook’s heart.

Reaching into his pocket, Jungkook’s fingers wrap around the cool metal of his favorite switchblade. He pulls it out of his pocket and flicks it open, twirling it around on his fingertips for a few seconds as he looks the man over in thought. What is the best way to wake the man? He could stab the man in the chest, he knows enough body anatomy to not kill the poor guy right away. Or maybe he should cut off a finger? No. No, he needs his tools from the basement for that. Pouting, Jungkook stares at the man’s thighs and nods to himself.

Clasping the knife in a fist, Jungkook squats in front of the man’s spread legs and plunges the sharp blade into the man’s upper thigh. The man jolts awake with an ear splitting howl. Jungkook giggles, his red eyes gleaming in joy as the man stares wide eyed at the knife sticking out of his thigh.

“Wakey, wakey asshole! Boss has some questions for ya!” Jungkook sing songs and Taehyung fights off a smile at the display of collected insanity. He always knew that Jungkook was unhinged and that is why he makes the best bodyguard for Yoongi out of all of them. The man is a blubbering mess as the pain burns deep in his veins and Jungkook cackles. The high grade silver will do that to a wolf. He rises to his full height and flicks the hilt of his knife making the man cry out.

Yoongi clears his throat and Jungkook takes two large steps to the side, giving him a clear view of the man that should know where his mate is.

“If you don’t want to die, I highly suggest you answer my questions, ‘kay? JK over there falls into blood lust easily.” Yoongi warns with a blank face as the man before him trembles. Yoongi leans forward slightly in his seat, elbows pressed into the top of his knees as he steeples his hands, resting his chin on top. “I asked a question, kid.”

The young wolf nods his head quickly and Yoongi can see the way his body sags. The guy won’t last long. He must be new. Yoongi thinks to himself as he smirks. Easy, prey. Licking his lips, Yoongi sighs and leans back against his chair, snapping his fingers. Taehyung steps from behind the large chair and goes over to the mini bar that is tucked in the corner. He fixes Yoongi a whiskey neat silently, the sound of glass clinking every once in a while. Yoongi doesn’t take his eyes off the man who is silently crying and he is honestly a little disappointed. He knows that Jungkook won’t have that much fun with the guy.

Taehyung returns to Yoongi’s side with the glass of amber liquid and Yoongi takes it without a word. Thanking Taehyung with a small nod before he raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip. The smooth bittersweet liquid warms his throat on the way down.

“What’s your name, kid?”

The man glances at Jungkook who is standing stark still, his arms crossed over his chest, his muscles flexed and bulging. His eyes flicker back to Yoongi and he stumbles over his own name. Yoongi has to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“You know, you’re the only one alive right? All your little friends refused to talk…JK had a lot of fun with them.” Yoongi is lying through his teeth of course. The other attackers were slaughtered on the spot. “Now, if you want to make it out of here alive-” Yoongi takes another sip of his drink and narrows his eyes slightly, “tell me who you work for and where they took my mate, Kim Seokjin.”

Stars in the sky kiss the horizon, sparkling in the night, tiny shiny jewels pinned high. Seokjin stares out the tiny window of the room he is being kept in. The grime on the window distorts the view, turning the outside world into something from a twisted fairytale. A regretful smile pulls Seokjin’s lips into a frown and his eyes start to burn as he thinks about Miyoung’s favorite story.

A sob crawls up Seokjin’s throat and he covers his mouth with a hand to muffle the sound. He wonders if Yoongi is out looking for him or if his alpha is holding their pup close, whispering comforting words into her ears as he plays with her hair. Seokjin prays that Miyoung is okay, he wishes on all the stars above that she hasn’t realized that her daddy is missing.

A gust of air blows past, making Seokjin’s body shiver as he pulls his limbs in as close as possible. A feat truly impossible with his six month swollen belly in the way. He buries his face in his hands and cries as silently as he can. He misses his pup. He misses his alpha. He misses his warm bed and clean clothes. Seokjin hates this. He hates that everyone tries to hurt Yoongi in some way or form. Seokjin was foolish to think that no one would take advantage of Yoongi’s love for him. He doesn’t even want to think about the shirt storm that’s about to hit once Yoongi finds him. It’s not even a matter of if but when. Seokjin trusts his alpha and his pack. They will come for him and Yoongi will rip out the throats of every person who dared to lay a hand on his pregnant mate.

Seokjin isn’t sure when he fell asleep but he is woken up by the sound of shouting and guns. Someone screams in the distance and there is a thud against the door of his locked room. Seokjin knows better than to shout for help. Not all break ins are rescues. He would be a fool to give his location away, in fear that he can end up in worse hands.

“Open the fucking door, now!”

Seokjin knows that voice and his inner wolf is howling.

“Y-Yoongi!” Seokjin cries, tears streaming down his snotty face as he forces himself to sit up.

The door to the door splits open, wooden splitters going everywhere in a cloud of fine dust. As everything settles, Yoongi stands in the doorway, his body a perfect silhouette outlined in the light from the hallway. His eyes are ruby red, his fangs hang over his lower lip and his hair is wild, falling into his face. Seokjin’s eyes burn blue, a beautiful contrast to the alpha he is reaching out for. In the blink of an eye, Yoongi is in front of Seokjin on his knees, cupping the omega’s face and latching on the swollen scent gland on the side of his neck.

Yoongi pulls the spiced peach scent into his lungs and drowns in it. Smoked thyme is heavy in the air and Seokjin whines as he fists the damp material of Yoongi’s black shirt. He can smell the blood that sours Yoongi’s scent but he doesn’t care.

“A-Alpha!” Seokjin whimpers, pressing into Yoongi’s chest, trying to hide himself and his pup away from the cruel world.

“Shhhh, no more tears nae sarang.” Yoongi whispers as he preppers kiss after kiss to Seokjin’s skin. “Alpha is here. Alpha will protect you.”

“Y-Yoongi?”

Yoongi’s blood freezes in his veins at the sound of the voice. His arm is stiff, pin straight with his fingers wrapped tightly around the butt of a 1911 pistol. His back faces the door along with the man that is tied in the chair before him. The room is a little too warm with the fireplace going, sweat collects at Yoongi’s temples and gets lost in his sideburns. Yoongi doesn’t take his eyes off the man that sits with a gage shoved in his mouth as blood dribbles from his broken nose and cut up face. He refuses to turn around and face the omega that stands in the doorway. Not in his current state, covered in someone else's blood and smelling like death. Ready to get even more blood on his hands as he takes the life of the man before him. He cannot face the omega that takes up the space in his heart.

“Go back to bed yeobo.”

Yoongi’s voice is clipped and icy as he turns his lover away. It makes his lover frown as he’s reminded of their past when they first meant. Yoongi hears the shuffling of slippers on the hardwood floor before the click of the door closing echoes in the room. The man in front of Yoongi whimpers and begs, fat tears roll down his face as he shakes his head back and forth.

“Miyoung is-”

Yoongi jumps at the sound of the voice, not expecting his lover to still be here. The scent of blood is so strong in his nose, that he can’t even smell his mate. His jaw clenches as he tries not to spin around and shout.

“Omega,” Yoongi warns one final time.

“Don’t omega me, Yoongi-ah!”

Yoongi’s shoulders pull upward towards his ears. Footsteps come closer and he is quick to bend his arm and tuck the pistol into the waistband of his pants. Yoongi spins on his heels, ready to shout but the look on the other man’s face makes him pause and his shoulders slump. Standing a few feet away, his husband, his mate, Seokjin cradles his round and swollen stomach, heavily pregnant with their second pup.

The light blue fabric of the sleep shirt he wears makes his tanned skin glow and Yoongi’s mouth water. The shirt stops at the back of Seokjin’s knees but with his stomach in the way, the shirt raises in the front, only covering his mid upper thighs. There is a large bow tied loosely at Seokjin’s throat, covering his mating mark and Yoongi wonders for a second if it comes undone will the shirt slip off Seokjin’s body? Yoongi vaguely recalls Seokjin shopping online for cute and sexy maternity sleepwear to help himself feel better about his body. Seokjin’s face is twisted up in displeasure, his full lips pulled down into a frown and the tip of his ears are flushed as he glares at Yoongi.

“You promised! You said no more killing inside the house!”

Yoongi swallows the moisture in his mouth and takes a step forward, “Nae sarang-”

Seokjin shakes his head, his dark chocolate hair flies about his face, it’s longer now, hanging past Seokjin’s ears and barely touching his jaw. It is the longest that Yoongi can remember ever seeing it. Seokjin doesn’t want to hear Yoongi’s excuses and he will not allow him to try and make any.

“Out!” Seokjin snaps and Yoongi’s body deflates a little. Seokjin rubs his tummy, his eyes starting to burn blue with unshed tears as the next words leave his mouth. “Both you and your fucking pack, get out!”

Saying what he has to say, Seokjin turns and rushes out of the room, not giving Yoongi a chance to fight him in fear he will change his mind with sweet words and sweeter touches. Yoongi stares at the door as it closes and as the click echoes in the room, his heart shatters and his wolf howls.

Yoongi sits alone in the kitchen of one of his safe houses. Seokjin kicked him out a little over a month ago and he is missing his family. He misses little hands squishing his face and tiny lips whispering in his ear to wake him up. He misses the feeling of quick kicks hitting against his side as he cuddles with Seokjin in one of many nests. He misses the warmth of little arms wrapping tightly around his neck and words of love showered down on him. Yoongi really, truly misses his family.

On the counter, his phone rings, the screen lighting up with Seokjin and Miyoung’s smiling faces. Yoongi’s heart beats quickly in his chest, is this the call he has been waiting for? Can he go home? Grabbing the phone, Yoongi takes a deep breath and answers.

“Yeobo,” Yoongi breathes out and he can hear laughter in the speaker.

“Hi, Yoongi.” Seokjin’s voice is music to Yoongi’s ears. A song that makes his whole body flout and drown in endless love.

“Appa!” The voice of his daughter, Miyoung, makes Yoongi smile.

“Would you like to join us for a picnic at the river?” Seokjin offers and Miyoung is in the background singing happily.

Yoongi chews on his bottom lip. Of course he wants to join his family but is it what Seokjin wants? Should Yoongi turn him down?

“I don’t want to make you upset, wangjanim.”

“Miyoung asked for you.”

Yoongi’s heart is at war with itself. He is thrilled that his daughter is asking for him but it hurts knowing that Seokjin wasn’t calling because he missed Yoongi.

Seokjin sighs and speaks into the phone softly, “Don’t make this about us, Yoongikkeo. Our pups miss you and that’s all that matters.”

The pups miss him? Yoongi smiles to himself, “What time?” he questions and Seokjin rattles off the time and location that they will meet. “See you shortly.” Yoongi hangs up and curses. It has been a month of living on his own. Sure, he has seen Miyoung since he left the house. Seokjin isn’t cruel enough to keep her away but it isn’t enough for Yoongi. He wants to go home. He misses the warmth of his mate’s nest and body.

Namjoon and Jungkook keep tabs on Seokjin and give Yoongi daily updates. They let him know that his family is safe at all times. Not being at home puts Yoongi on edge, so he makes sure that two of his men are keeping guard at all times. He isn’t going to put Seokjin’s life nor his daughter’s life at risk just because he fucked up. Scrolling on his phone, Yoongi shoots Jimin a quick text, asking him to stop by Seokjin’s favorite bakery to pick up an assortment of treats along with a strawberry boba tea for Miyoung.

Once off the phone, Yoongi hurries to his room and changes out of his loungewear into something more suited for the park. Yoongi pulls on a pair of light blue wide leg jeans, a white button up and throws a soft, pale yellow cardigan over top. Looking in the mirror he styles his hair to show off his forehead by parting it in the middle and letting his bangs frame his face. It’s a look that Seokjin loves and has told him so many times.

He replaces his contacts with glasses and brushes his teeth quickly for that extra kick of freshness. Spraying Acqua di Gio cologne on the inside of his elbow and running them down the length of his torso, Yoongi is ready to head to the park. He grabs a pair of light tan slip-on shoes on his way out the door and double checks he has his phone, wallet and gun.

On his way to the park, Yoongi meets with Jimin four blocks away and takes the baked goods from his friend. Jimin teases Yoongi for looking like such a dilf and Yoongi flips him off, his neck flushed in embarrassment. He knows he looks good and he hopes that Seokjin thinks so too. Finding a parking spot at the park isn’t too hard. Yoongi spots Seokjin’s car and parks beside him, smiling to himself when he sees Miyoung’s car seat in the back. Stepping out of the car, Yoongi grabs the box of treats and Miyoung’s drink before he scans the area for his pack. He spots Namjoon in the distance setting up a bunch of blankets and pillows while Seokjin sits in a foldable chair.

Jungkook is on the playground chasing Miyoung around while making what sounds like a dying cat (or maybe dinosaur?) noise. From this distance, Yoongi can’t help but grin. It seems that the three of them are dressed in matching colors. Seokjin has on a yellow and tan ombre sweater with light yellow pants and tan slide-ons. Miyoung is dressed in blue flared jeans with a cute chain belt and a pale yellow shirt with tan and white sneakers. Shaking his head, Yoongi walks into the park and the smile on his face turns gummy when Miyoung screams for him.

“APPA!!!”

She rushes at him as fast as her little legs can go and Yoongi braces himself for impact. Thankfully, Jungkook is there to grab the box of treats and drink so that Yoongi can squat down and catch his pup in his arms.

“Appa, I’ve missed you!” Miyoung whines and starts to giggle when Yoongi stands up and swings her around in the air.

“My little angel, Appa has missed you so much! Look how big you’ve gotten.” Yoongi sets his daughter on his hip and kisses her cheek a million times, rubbing their noses and cheek together to scent his pup. He can feel a pair of eyes on him and when he looks in Seokjin’s direction, sure enough his husband is staring at him with the softest of smiles on his face. Yoongi doesn’t miss the darkness in Seokjin’s eyes and licks his lips as his gut starts to roll. Now is not the time to think about taking his husband against the nearest tree, though the idea is hard to shake off.

“Have you had fun with Daddy?”

Miyoung nods her head and pouts, “Can you come home now? I miss playing with you and Daddy doesn’t make good voices when he reads.”

Yoongi chuckles and hugs Miyoung a little tighter in his arms as he heads over to the picnic blanket where Seokjin, Namjoon and Jungkook are now waiting. As he gets closer, Yoongi notices that Seokjin’s stomach has gotten bigger and he frowns. A month away felt like a long time but looking at Seokjin, Yoongi feels like he had not seen Seokjin in over a year.

“How are you feeling, yeobo?” Yoongi finds himself moving on auto pilot, leaning in close to touch Seokjin’s belly and press his lips to Seokjin’s. Seokjin turns his head and Yoongi’s lips graze the soft skin of his cheek. The scent of Yoongi’s cologne, bergamot, tangerine and patchouli tickles Seokjin’s nose. But it is the smoky thyme that makes Seokjin clear his throat as he grabs Yoongi’s wrist and slides it a little more to the right where the baby is kicking.

“We’re fine. The pup is fine and I have a little more energy this month. The next appointment we can find out the gender.”

“Can I come?” Yoongi’s voice is tentative, shaky in a way that Namjoon and Jungkook have only heard when Yoongi is speaking with Seokjin, vulnerable.

Seokjin nods his head with a sigh and motions for Yoongi to put Miyoung down. “You’re still her father, Yoongi. Stop acting like the world is ending.”

Yoongi carefully puts Miyoung on the ground and offers his hand to Seokjin to help him sit on the pillows stacked around on the ground from Namjoon’s half-assed nest.

“You are my world,” Yoongi admits and Seokjin rolls his eyes as he places his hand into Yoongi's palm.

“Could have fooled me.”

Yoongi ignores Seokjin’s harsh words and watches as Namjoon holds one of the pillows in place for Seokjin to sit on. Once Seokjin is seated, Yoongi sits down and Miyoung crawls into his lap with her bobo tea clutched in her hands. Yoongi kisses the top of his daughter’s head and wraps an arm around her little body.

“Are you hungry my angel?”

Yoongi enjoys the time spent with his family, not even minding that Jungkook and Namjoon are with them. The two men are just as much his family as Seokjin and his daughter. Seokjin rises to his feet, holding the underside of his stomach with a small grimace.

“What’s wrong, yeobo?” Yoongi jumps to his feet and Seokjin waves him off.

“I’m fine. The pup is sitting on my bladder weird.”

Yoongi turns to his packmates, “Keep an eye on Miyoung, we’ll be back.”

He wraps an arm around Seokjin’s waist and supports his stomach with his other hand; Seokjin doesn’t protest.

“Bag,” Seokjin manages to grunt out as the baby kicks him rather hard. Jungkook holds up the carrier that Seokjin totes around filled with necessities that Miyoung often needs like hand wipes, bottles of water, band-aids, pain medicine and snacks. Yoongi quickly takes the bag and hikes it onto his shoulder. Together, the two of them head to the public bathroom, the bag bouncing against Yoongi’s back a little as they walk.

“You didn’t have to come with me, Yoongi.”

“Stop pushing me away, please?” Yoongi pleads as they reach the bathrooms. “Let me take care of you.”

Seokjin sighs and Yoongi pulls away, pushing open the door to the family restroom. Once Seokjin is inside, Yoongi locks the door and slides the bag down his arm. He digs inside, pulling out the hand wipes and motions for Seokjin to give him a minute to clean the stall. Yoongi wipes down everything that he thinks Seokjin will touch and hands his husband a roll of toilet paper that was tucked away in another pocket of the bag. Seokjin steps into the stall and shuts the door, grunting as he tugs down his pants and underwear. Standing with his bare ass out, Seokjin inhales sharply as the baby kicks him again.

“You okay?!” Yoongi reaches for the stall and stops himself at the last second.

“I’m fine!” Seokjin snaps, his scent bitter as he sighs deeply. “Can you get out? I don’t need you listening to me take a piss.”

“No.”

“Yoongi-”

“Just pee already, Seokjin.”

Seokjin? Hearing his name fall from Yoongi’s lips stings but Seokjin bites his tongue. He is the one that kicked Yoongi out of their den. He is the one that won’t let his alpha come back…

A sob breaks the silence followed by the sound of Seokjin relieving himself and the scent of rotten peaches proliferates the air; Yoongi rubs the back of his neck. He looks up at the ceiling and frowns. He wants to kick down the bathroom stall and hold Seokjin in his arms but he knows better.

“I didn’t mean it, nae sarang.”

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, ever since they started their relationship, Seokjin hated being called by his name. He was Yoongi’s darling, his love, his omega…his everything.

The toilet flushes and Yoongi takes a step towards the bathroom stall, waiting for Seokjin to unlock it. Inside, Seokjin weeps, tears dripping down his face as he struggles to pull his pants back up. It is a stupid reason to cry but hearing Yoongi use his first name hurts deeper than any pain Seokjin can recall feeling.

Yoongi sighs loudly and thumps his forehead against the stall as he tries to speak. “Yeobo…I-I-”

What can he say? How can he fix his mistake? All of them.

“I love you, yeobo. You hear me? I fucking love you, Kim Seokjin.”

Seokjin manages to tug his pants up and turns around, staring at the stall door.

“You love me?” Seokjin’s question is a knife to Yoongi’s heart but he nods his head nonetheless.

“I would do anything to prove it to you, nae sarang.”

“Anything?”

The lock clicks out of place and Yoongi nearly falls as Seokjin opens the stall door. They stare at each other in silence, Seokjin’s eyes are red and puffy from crying while Yoongi’s are tinted pink from holding his tears back. He takes a step forward, standing toe to toe with Seokjin, looking up slightly at the older man.

“Anything.” Yoongi repeats, his voice firm as he stares Seokjin right in his eyes.

Yoongi’s hands rest on Seokjin's tummy, the warmth seeping through the material of his sweater and Seokjin places his hands over top of Yoongi’s. The pup kicks a few times and Yoongi smiles. He has missed this, missed everything about his mate.

“I miss you, ‘mega.”

Seokjin allows Yoongi to slip his hands underneath his sweater; the skin of his stomach is tight and smooth. The pads of Yoongi’s fingertips scratch against Seokjin’s skin, making goosebump rise and Seokjin shiver.

“Do you miss me?”

His hands trail farther up Seokjin’s sweater, the material loose enough for Yoongi to freely move around. The bottom of Seokjin’s tummy peeks out and he gasps when Yoongi’s thumbs graze the underside of his pecs before they brush over his sensitive nipples. They pebble up, hard and stiff, making Yoongi lick his lips and smirk.

“Always so sensitive around this time…” Yoongi whispers and Seokjin gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing harshly as he inhales shallow breaths of air. Smoky thyme becomes heady and threatens to suffocate Seokjin.

“Do you miss me, yeobo? Miss my touch?” Yoongi pinches one of Seokjin’s nipples teasingly and Seokjin whines, the ache shooting right to his groin and making him chub up as slick starts to wet his underwear.

Leaning in, Yoongi ghosts his lips along the column of Seokjin’s throat. He licks a wet strip with the tip of his tongue at Seokjin’s scent gland, tasting salty flesh and cinnamon peaches before he kisses just below Seokjin’s jaw.

“Say it.” Yoongi orders softly, his breath washing over the wet strip of skin on Seokjin’s neck. “Say you miss me and I’ll do anything.”

Seokjin struggles to find his words, the scent of Yoongi mixed with his touch and words is fogging up his mind. How can Seokjin respond when his mind is nothing more than a warm syrupy puddle?

Yoongi pulls away, his eyes a deep red and merciless as he stares up at his mate from under his lashes.

“No?” Yoongi teases Seokjin’s nipples as he speaks softly, his thumbs tracing small circles on the pebbled flesh. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and nods his head, humming to himself. “As you wish, omega.” Yoongi slowly pulls his hands from under Seokjin’s sweater, making sure to touch every inch of skin as he goes.

Seokjin’s hands grasp Yoongi’s wrists and Yoongi raises one eyebrow, his face lighting up as one side of his lips quirks upward in an amused smirk. Seokjin’s face is flushed, his chest is heaving up and down and his pupils are dilated, making his eyes look almost black with a thin blue ring. Yoongi knows what that look means. Ignoring Seokjin’s hands on him, Yoongi reaches up and cups Seokjin’s cheeks gently.

Not taking his eyes off his husband, Yoongi pulls him down slightly and tilts his face upward as he leans in again. Their lips touch and Seokjin’s eyes flutter shut as his fingers dig into Yoongi’s wrists. Yoongi allows for Seokjin to control the kiss at first, giving his husband the out he might need if he really doesn’t want Yoongi. Seokjin deepens the kiss, pressing his body as close to Yoongi’s as it can be with his stomach in the way. He is needy, hungry for Yoongi’s touch as he licks at the smaller man’s mouth and nibbles at his lip.

Yoongi gives into Seokjin’s silent begging and lets his mate explore his mouth, taste every bit of himself. Seokjin moans into the kiss as Yoongi slips one of his legs in between Seokjin's and presses up against his fully erect cocklet. It isn’t enough. Seokjin wants more and he starts to rut against Yoongi’s thigh.

“Easy, lovely,” Yoongi whispers into the kiss as he places his hands on Seokjin’s hips. He pulls his mate into his body and presses him against the stall, resting his forehead on Seokjin's shoulder.

“Let me take care of you.” Yoongi shoves his hand into Seokjin’s pants and relishes in the sounds pouring from Seokjin’s mouth as he wraps his fingers around the little cocklet that is squished against his thigh.

“Feel good, yeobo?” Yoongi questions as he smears Seokjin’s precum and slick along the tip of his leaking head. Seokjin throws his head back and gasps as Yoongi’s finger presses into the slit before spreading more of his precum. “Tell me ‘mega-”

Yoongi’s head snaps over to the door when he hears footsteps coming and he slaps a hand over Seokjin’s mouth to muffle his moans. A knock at the door makes Yoongi smirk while Seokjin’s eyes widen.

“Just a moment!” Yoongi calls as he quickens his strokes on Seokjin’s throbbing member. He smiles wickedly at Seokjin and licks at the taller man’s neck whispering hotly in his ear. “Better come quickly. Unless you want everyone to know what a needy little breeding bitch you are.”

Seokjin groans against Yoongi’s hand and his eyes fill with fresh tears. He grabs at Yoongi’s shirt and before Yoongi can say anything, a warm wetness coats his hand. Yoongi’s eyes soften as tears spill down Seokjin’s face, wetting his other hand.

“Oh, yeobo. You really missed me, huh?”

Carefully, Yoongi pulls his hand from Seokjin’s pants and steps away from his husband. He grabs the toilet paper and helps clean Seokjin up before he flushes the evidence down the toilet and washes his hands. He helps Seokjin change into a fresh pair of panties and tugs up his pants, tossing the soiled underwear into a baggy and shoving it at the bottom of the bag.

“I still can’t believe you carry around extra underwear,” Yoongi chuckles and Seokjin’s face flushes.

“S-Shut up!” Seokjin stammers and Yoongi kisses his cheek. They have learned from Seokjin’s first pregnancy that it doesn’t take much for Seokjin to get horny, and they are safer packing a few changes of underwear in case Seokjin gets a little too excited and leaks. Seokjin washes his own hands and splashes his face with cool water before he cuddles into Yoongi’s side feeling tired. Yoongi sprays a small amount of scent neutralizer in the air to mask their scents for anyone who comes in after them. Seokjin’s stomach growls and Yoongi kisses his cheek.

“Come on, yeobo. I think our little one is getting hungry.”

“One day, a little blue fish followed after him. “Rainbow Fish,” he called, “wait for me! Please give me one of your shiny scales. They are so wonderful, and-”

“She is sleeping, naekkeo.” Seokjin’s voice is the softest of whispers as he stands in the doorway of their daughter’s room.

“You know she plays pos- ”

Yoongi is cut off by the sound of a soft snore and he looks over the top of the book in his hand. Miyoung is sound asleep, curled up around one of her bear stuffies that Taehyung got her on her fifth birthday. Yoongi smiles and places the bookmark on the page he is reading before he closes ‘The Rainbow Fish’ and slowly gets up from the seat beside the bed. Setting the book back on the bookshelf, Yoongi walks over to the doorway and takes in the sight of his mate. Seokjin is fresh out of the shower, his hair looks darker since it is still damp and brushed out of his face. He wears a black paisley matching two piece short set that shows off his legs, making Yoongi’s mouth water and dry at the same time.

“Should we head to bed, yeobo?” Yoongi questions as he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Seokjin’s ear. “I’ll give you a massage if you want.” Yoongi wraps his arms around Seokjin’s waist, his hands resting low on Seokjin’s hips, fingers touching the top of his butt. “Rub the sweet almond and grapeseed oil into your skin? Massage your feet and worship your body the way it should be?”

Yoongi takes small steps forward as he speaks and Seokjin steps backwards until they are out of the room. Reaching behind himself, Yoongi pulls Miyoung’s bedroom door shut and taps Seokjin’s hip twice with gentle eyes. Seokjin hums in agreement, a massage sounds like a lovely way to end the night. Nodding his head, Seokjin jumps up and Yoongi easily supports his pregnant mate as his long legs wrap around his waist. Yoongi smiles as the baby kicks away and Seokjin giggles.

“Will you let me do that, yeobo? Let me care for you? Worship you?”

Yoongi presses Seokjin against the wall, trapping him mid air unable to collect his thoughts. Yoongi sprinkles kisses to Seokjin’s neck, shoulders, collarbone and hollow of his throat. His thumb rubs soothing circles on Seokjin’s sides, the warmth a welcoming and promising feeling.

“Would you like that, omega?”

Seokjin’s eyes are half closed, his lids too heavy to keep open as Yoongi whispers everything he wants to do against his skin. He is a weak man. One that feels wanted and loved.

“Y-Yoongi…”

Yoongi sinks his teeth into the side of Seokjin’s neck, a shallow bite but a bite nonetheless. A warning that goes right to Seokjin’s dick. He gasps and slaps a hand over his mouth to keep quiet.

“Are we back to first names, Jin-ah?” Yoongi’s eyes are red, daring as he stares at Seokjin waiting for his answers. Seokjin shakes his head and Yoongi grins, all teeth. “Can’t wait to hear all the pretty sounds you’ll make for me.”

Yoongi wastes no time in carrying Seokjin to their bedroom. He keeps his hands on Seokjin’s ass, squeezing the globs of flesh and teasing the puckered ring of muscle through the fabric of Seokjin’s shorts. It is a sweet torture that Seokjin has craved since Yoongi left. Now that his husband is home, Seokjin will take everything that Yoongi is willing to give him. If he wants to worship his body and play his body like his personal instrument, who is Seokjin to deny such a request?

In the bedroom, Yoongi kicks the door shut and locks it behind him. He walks over to the bed and sets Seokjin down gently. Yoongi doesn’t want to upset the little one that should be sleeping right now inside of Seokjin’s tummy.

“Strip for me, wangjanim.” Yoongi’s words are a soft order and he leaves Seokjin’s side to grab the massage oil, pink silk wrist restraints, the matching silk blindfold and lube. If Yoongi is to worship Seokjin, he is going to do it right. Yoongi hears the ruffling of fabric as he moves around in their shared closet. He steps out and Seokjin is just now stepping out of his sleep shorts. Yoongi smirks when he sees that his husband isn’t wearing any underwear.

Standing by the side of the bed, completely nude, Seokjin wraps his arms around his stomach, rubbing the sore and stretched skin. His eyes are downcast, staring at the new stretch marks that zigzag on his stomach and hips. He has a love, hate relationship with his stretch marks. They show just how much of himself Seokjin has given for his children but they also show the changes his body has gone through. They are a consent reminder that his body will never be the same ever again.

Pale hands come into Seokjin’s vision, flushed and dark at the knuckles and warm as they smooth over Seokjin’s tummy.

“Get out of your head and focus on me, yeah?” Yoongi demands softly as he caresses the tummy that holds his growing child. “You are so beautiful and I can never thank you enough for the life you have given to me. Miyoung and our new little one…they are my blessings.” Yoongi cups Seokjin’s cheek in one hand and runs his thumb over the apple of his eye.

“You are my greatest blessing in this hellish world I live in.”

Leaning in, Yoongi captures Seokjin’s lips and Seokjin’s body relaxes into the kiss. His body follows every order that Yoongi gives and soon, Seokjin is lying at the top of the bed, his back cushioned by soft pillows while his hands are held down by silk restraints tied to the headboard. Yoongi sits beside him on his knees, a pink blindfold held between his hands with that all too familiar smirk present on his face.

“What’s our safe word darling?”

“B-Borahae,” Seokjin stammers as he shivers under Yoongi’s unblinking gaze. He feels like Yoongi is appraising him, trying to relearn and memorize every inch of his body before he is devoured. It makes Seokjin’s tummy tingle with a hot heat that sits low in his groin. For a moment, Seokjin worries that maybe the baby is sitting on his bladder but as Yoongi moves forward with the pink blindfold in his hands, Seokjin knows that he is okay. The material is cool and smooth as it rests against his eyes and presses lightly into the start of the apples of his cheeks.

Yoongi’s hands are warm and rough, calloused from years of killing and never learning the meaning of hand cream until Seokjin came along. Fingertips leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake as they map out paths for Yoongi to follow later on. From the bottom of Seokjin’s jaw, down the length of his neck, across his collarbones, into the hollow of his throat and down over his chest before his nipples are twisted, pinched and pulled until they are stiff and puffy. Down farther, circling his stomach, up, over and around, again and again, Seokjin shivers. His hips are traced and squeezed, his thighs are kneaded like dough and yet Yoongi goes further still.

Seokjin is on cloud nine, his mind a happy mess of cotton candy caresses and syrup sweet seduction as Yoongi’s voice floods his very being. With his eyes covered, Seokjin’s pleasure is completely up to Yoongi and he makes that known with his heated words, whispering into Seokjin’s ears a low ember just starting to burn.

“So good for me ‘mega, showing me everything that you like.” Yoongi hums as he inhales, his nose pressing against Seokjin’s temple as he speaks. “Will you show me more? Humm? Will you show me everything I've missed?”

Seokjin nods his head, a whimper falling from his lips as Yoongi’s blunt nails scratch over the stretched skin of his tummy. Yoongi shushes him before a wet kiss is placed on his shoulder and Yoongi shifts on the bedding. A cap clicks open, ringing loudly in Seokjin’s ears as he tries to guess what Yoongi will do next. Something is squeezed out of the bottle and from the pleasant sweet and nutty scent that wafts into Seokjin’s nose, he knows that it is his sweet almond and grapeseed oil that Yoongi has promised to rub into his skin.

Skin on skin rubbing together, not dry but moistened by the oil makes Seokjin’s stomach flutter in anticipation. Yoongi’s hands are a wonderful torture when he isn’t killing someone. He always applies just the right amount of pressure to pull the sweetest of sinful sounds from Seokjin’s lips. Seokjin jumps as oil slicked hands press onto his calves and start to massage the warmed wetness into his skin. His muscles flex and tremble as they are rubbed, pressed and rolled into malleable mounds of flesh that tingle in relief. The pressure of carrying a baby no longer strained the overworked tendons and Seokjin sighs in content.

“Feeling better?”

Seokjin is sinking fast as Yoongi’s hands skim upwards, now his thighs are the victims of tender touches while feather light kisses cover his tummy. The baby kicks, not enough to hurt but enough for Yoongi to huff out a laugh. The pressure of Yoongi’s forehead pressing into Seokjin’s stomach is soothing as Yoongi mummers to the little one that should be asleep by now. In the quiet of the room, Seokjin smiles to himself as he listens to Yoongi’s secret words. He thinks that his lover might have forgotten that with his eyes covered, his hearing has gotten better.

Yoongi speaks of the days to come, of tiny hands, chubby cheeks and toothless smiles. He promises protection, never ending love and ceaseless laughter. Seokjin believes him, it is a dream that has taken root in his heart. A kiss to the skin where the baby is resting against makes Seokjin’s eyes well with tears and he sniffles a few times trying to get his nose to unclog.

“I haven’t shown you my love and you’re already crying?” Yoongi’s voice is a teasing coo as he rubs Seokjin’s stomach. “Cry if you must. I will not untie you just yet wangjanim.”

Seokjin’s fingers wrap around the bounds at his wrist and he bites his lower lip to quiet his cries. He is filled with so much love just from Yoongi’s words alone and it isn’t enough. His heart craves more. He wants Yoongi to smother him with his love and brand it into his skin again and again. Though if Seokjin really thinks about it (he doesn’t), Yoongi already has branded his skin with his love. The darker zig zag lines that cling to his hips are proof of his love outside of Miyoung and the little one that continues to grow in Seokjin’s stomach. The faded red ring of teeth is another brand, one so loud that it screams in the silence.

More and more kisses are pressed to Seokjin’s skin, following the path that Yoongi’s hand created. Seokjin’s skin is tingling with need, he tries to cross his legs, press his thighs close together to maybe offer some relief but Yoongi is quick. He swats at Seokjin’s left thigh, the skin becoming flushed with the sudden strike. It isn’t hard but enough for Seokjin to gasp as his cocklet twitches. Yoongi shifts on the bed and Seokjin holds his breath as he strains his ears. What is his dear mate up to now?

Hands touch his stomach and Seokjin relaxes into the warmth of Yoongi’s very existence. Invisible shapes are traced onto his skin, his stretch marks are grazed over with so much love that Seokjin struggles to breathe. Yoongi’s breath is cool as it washes over Seokjin’s chin and soon lips are on his. He can taste love on Yoongi’s tongue, unspoken words that are swapped in between split slick tongues and bitten moans.

Yoongi easily settles himself between Seokjin’s spread legs and snakes a hand between their bodies. Having Seokjin sitting up opposed to laying flat on his back, makes the move easier for Yoongi to slide his hand below Seokjin’s swollen stomach and allow for his fingers to pet the dark curls of hair that Seokjin hasn’t had groomed since Yoongi left the house.

Yoongi grins against Seokjin’s mouth as the older gasps, his cocklet again twitching at the promise of getting attention. Yoongi licks into Seokjin’s mouth, hungry and ready to suck down anything that Seokjin will give him.

“Mmm!” Seokjin breaks the kiss panting against Yoongi’s mouth, “P-Please, wanna…wanna feel-” Seokjin’s words fall into messy whines as he tries to grind against Yoongi’s hand, the head of his cocklet just kissing the tips of Yoongi’s fingers.

“Tell Alpha what you want and I’ll give it to you. Tell me what you need.”

“You!” Seokjin sobs, his tears soaking the blindfold and turning it a dark pink. “I w-want you, Alpha!”

Yoongi huffs, his lips pulling into a smirk as he presses his mouth against Seokjin’s once more as he wraps his fingers around his husband’s leaking tip. Seokjin cries harder and Yoongi starts to circle the messy tip with his thumb. It isn’t enough, it isn’t nearly enough but Seokjin will take it. He knows that Yoongi will give him what he wants soon enough.

“I hate it when you cry darling.” Yoongi whispers as he pulls his face away from Seokjin’s and rips the blindfold off his face. Seokjin blinks quickly, his vision blurred with tears and spotted with darkness.

“But, fuck! You look so pretty when you cry for me though,” Yoongi coos as he wipes at Seokjin’s tears with his free hand. He leans forward and licks a missed tear from Seokjin’s cheek and kisses his temple. “Will you let Alpha fuck you, ‘mega? Knock you up with twins this time?”

Seokjin whines and pushes at Yoongi’s chest, “S-Shut up. I’m already p-pregnant!”

Yoongi laughs and licks his lips as he looks down at Seokjin’s large stomach. He is much larger than he was the last time with Miyoung. He slides back and fixes the pillows around Seokjin, placing another at his lower back to help him sit up better since he slid down slightly.

“You have enough room yeobo,” Yoongi teases as he rubs Seokjin’s stomach. “What’s one more?”

Yoongi knows his words don’t make sense but they have the desired effect on Seokjin. His husband will not say it out loud but they both know Seokjin has a breeding kink. And what kind of mate would Yoongi be if he didn’t indulge his heart every once in a while. Yoongi strokes Seokjin slowly, gathering his precum before he slides his hand away, between Seokjin’s ass and teases the fluttering hole. Seokjin’s fingers are pale, his knuckles nearly white from squeezing his restraints so hard and Yoongi grins, all teeth and gums as he pulls his hand away and holds up his palm to Seokjin.

“Sp-”

Yoongi doesn’t even get the chance to speak before Seokjin spits right into his hand, his lower lip glistening from the saliva. Yoongi hums in delight, he loves it when Seokjin is just as nasty as him.

“That’s my good omega. So perfect for me, yeobo.”

Yoongi angles his hand downward and lets Seokjin’s split slide towards his fingers before he reaches back down between Seokjin’s ass. The mixture of spit, slick and precum is messy, slippery and just the right amount as Yoongi slips his middle and index finger into Seokjin with no resistance. Seokjin’s moan is high pitched, almost a keen as he tries to sink down farther onto Yoongi’s fingers. He knows that Yoongi is only two knuckles deep, he can go deeper.

“Easy, darling.” Yoongi teases, his cat eyes trained on Seokjin’s hole sucking his fingers in as he tries to pull them out. The tug of war between the two has Seokjin’s head spinning and Yoongi is unable to look away. He adds his ring finger as well and now Seokjin is falling apart on three of Yoongi’s fingers. The space is tight with a little burn that leaves Seokjin wanting more. Tears once again stream down his face, as Yoongi starts to tug at his flushed and leaking length.

“Make a mess for me to clean. Wanna treat you right, wangjanim”

Seokjin nods his head at Yoongi’s words, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he tries to verbalize his response but it’s no use. He can’t form any words yet alone any sound other than his long drawn out moans as Yoongi pulls him apart. Blood rushes behind his ears. His face, neck and ears are flushed and his heart is pounding so loudly.

“Y-Yoon! F-Fuuuuk!”

Seokjin’s body tenses for a moment as Yoongi’s fingers brush against his prostate. Yoongi grins to himself, this is what he wants. Seokjin is a babbling mess, unable to think of anything but the need to come before he begs Yoongi for his knot. Seokjin’s head is spinning as he paints the underside of his stomach white as his cum shoots out and dribbles down the sides of Yoongi’s fingers. His heart is pounding harshly and so loudly that Seokjin is sure Yoongi can hear it. Yoongi keeps a tight grip on Seokjin’s softening member and eases his fingers out with a smile on his face.

“Too much?” Yoongi muses and Seokjin shakes his head quickly. “Still want more?”

“Want your knot, Alpha!” Seokjin’s eyes are large and wet as he begs for Yoongi. What pretty words he says, always knows just how to get Yoongi to do what he wants.

Not taking his eyes off Seokjin, Yoongi licks at his fingers. His tongue collects the spilled cum and he makes a show of swallowing it all down, humming in delight at the sweet and salty taste. Seokjin bites his lip and watches in awe, his eyes blown wide with a thin ring of blue as Yoongi licks his lips before smacking them. He shoots Seokjin a wink and slides down the length of the bed, his face now between Seokjin’s leg and he licks his lips again.

“Made such a mess for me ‘mega. Let Alpha clean you up and then I’ll give you my knot.”

“Yes!” Seokjin mewls, his legs spreading farther apart and Yoongi chuckles.

Wasting no time, Yoongi licks and sucks away the spilled cum making sure not to miss any. He would hate to waste such a treat. He carefully moves Seokjin’s legs until they are bent at the knees and spread wide apart before he grabs Seokjin’s ass and spreads his cheeks. His slurps up the mess he made, Seokjin spit and slick mixing together on Yoongi’s tongue. From the sounds that Seokjin is making, Yoongi is sure that he could come again without his prostate being touched. Wordlessly, Yoongi grabs Seokjin cocklet and wiggles the tip of his tongue on the slit of the head where a clear bead of precum is already starting to drool out.

“Yoongi!” Seokjin yowls, his pitch high and frazzled.

Yoongi pays him little mind as he wraps his lips around the flushed tip and sucks Seokjin deep into his mouth, his lips and nose tickled by dark pubes. He sucks and swallows around the short length, using his split slicked hand to fondle Seokjin’s balls, silently daring the man to deny him another taste of his cum. Seokjin is sensitive and horny, this pregnancy is worse than his first and with Yoongi between his legs all he can do is come again with his mate’s name on his lips. Yoongi purrs as he gulps down Seokjin’s release and lets the softened member slip from his lips. Licking his lips, Yoongi shuffles back up the bed, still settled between Seokjin’s legs but now hovering over his sweet husband.

“Did so good for Alpha. So fucking perfect for me,” Yoongi whispers as he leans down and captures Seokjin’s lips that are swollen from how much he has bit them.

Seokjin pulls at the restraints on his wrists and nips at Yoongi’s lower lip before he pulls his face away and widens his eyes. From above, Yoongi looks so much larger than he really is. Strands of his dark hair stick to his damp face, his lips are a deep mauve color from spending time between Seokjin’s legs and stealing so many kisses. Yoongi’s shoulders are powerful, wide and tempting. Seokjin wishes he wasn’t pregnant only for a moment just so he can throw his legs over Yoongi’s shoulders as his husband folds him like a pretzel.

“What are you thinking about yeobo?”

Seokjin blinks slowly as he focuses on Yoongi’s face, he looks so natural looming above him and it makes Seokjin’s mouth water as his omega rolls over willingly. He swallows thickly and nuzzles his face into Yoongi’s forearm, littering small wet kisses to the bulging veins that stand out against his pale skin.

“Want you to fuck me A-Alpha,” Seokjin moans, throwing his head back to show off his long marked neck. “Need you so bad.” Seokjin makes his voice airy as he rolls his hips, pressing himself flush against Yoongi’s thick cock. It was a no-brainer when Seokjin found out he was pregnant with Yoongi’s pup. He couldn’t even deny it if he wanted to. Yoongi was made to breed and Seokjin was his to use.

Seokjin’s needy words go right to Yoongi’s cock, the tip is already flushed and angry, drooling clear, honey like precum just from Seokjin’s words. Nodding his head, Yoongi sits back on his knees and strokes himself twice before he lines himself up with Seokjin's puffy hole. He presses the tip of his dick in slightly and the moan that fills the air makes the hair on the back of Yoongi’s neck stand up. God, his husband is so fucking loud and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“You’ll wake the baby…” Yoongi teases as he pulls away and Seokjin whines, turning his head to bite into the meat of his bicep to silence himself.

Knowing that he locked the door already, Yoongi isn’t worried about Miyoung barging into their room, but it is still fun to tease his husband. Plus after Miyoung turned one, Yoongi had their room remodeled so that no one could hear Seokjin’s sinful shouts as Yoongi took him again and again. Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi reaches out and strokes the side of Seokjin’s face. He digs his thumb into Seokjin’s lower lip and pulls slightly, making Seokjin release his bicep from between his teeth. Yoongi makes a scolding tisk as he sucks his teeth and groans as Seokjin sucks his thumb into his mouth.

“That’s it, darling. Stay nice and quiet for me.”

Easing his hips forward, Yoongi’s cockhead is meant with the slight resistance before he slides right in, the warm walls greedily sucking him in little by little. Yoongi nearly forgot how tight his husband is, the way his walls squeeze him like a vice that refuses to let him go. Seokjin’s moans are muffled as Yoongi presses down on his tongue with his thumb. Yoongi’s brows knit together as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush against the back of Seokjin’s thighs.

“M-More!” Seokjin pleads around Yoongi’s finger and Yoongi does as he’s told.

He circles his hips, grinding against Seokjin’s thighs, refusing to move away just yet. He sits heavy inside of Seokjin, carving a place for his cock as he starts to roll his hips like he’s dancing. Seokjin whimpers as he tries to move his own hips but Yoongi is quick to grab hold of them and pin him to the mattress.

“Let me do the work. You just relax and enjoy it, wangjanim.”

Yoongi keeps his eyes on Seokjin’s face, watching as his nose scrunches up in pleasure, his mouth parts and eyes slip close once Yoongi finally starts to really move. He rocks his hips back and forth, the lewd squishing sound nearly drowns out his balls slapping against the wet skin of Seokjin’s ass. It is loud, hot, sweaty and intoxicating. Yoongi wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world and as Seokjin moans his name over and over, Yoongi knows that this is where he is meant to be, forever.

“W-Wait!” Seokjin cries out and he tries to close his legs, pushing Yoongi away.

Yoongi stops all of his movements and raises an eyebrow to which Seokjin inhales a shaky breath.

“Borah-aae.”

Yoongi immediately pulls out and rolls from between Seokjin’s legs. He crawls up to the headboard and unties Seokjin’s wrists, pulling them up to his face and kissing the discolored skin.

“Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

Yoongi’s eyes are wild as they dart around Seokjin’s body trying to find the source of his discomfort but Seokjin shakes his head as he pulls his wrists from Yoongi’s hold.

“I-” Seokjin’s ears burn hot and he wiggles to the edge of the bed.

Yoongi is right there by his side, helping Seokjin stand up on his own two feet.

Splash

Seokjin’s eyes widen and he stands frozen while Yoongi’s eyes drop down to the dark spot of water on the area rug. Slowly, Yoongi’s eyes widen in realization and his head snaps up to look at Seokjin who looks more embarrassed than concerned. Yoongi carefully moves Seokjin away from the mess on the floor and leads him into the bathroom with steady steps, one after the other.

“Any pain?”

“A two?”

“Cramps? Do you want to shower or take a bath?”

“A shower would be nice. I don’t want to go to the hospital smelling like sex, naekkeo.”

Yoongi huffs a laugh and settles Seokjin on the toilet before he starts to set up the shower making sure that the water is warm enough to steam up but not burn Seokjin’s skin. He helps Seokjin into the shower first before he joins him and quickly washes.

“Stay in here and relax. I need to call the guys and pack the car.”

Yoongi moves to leave the shower and Seokjin grabs his arm. He turns around and Seokjin smiles, taking a few steps forward. Seokjin wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and hugs him as tightly as he can.

“I love you, Yoongi-ah.”

Yoongi hugs Seokjin lightly and rubs his hands up and down the small of Seokjin’s back as he sinks into the love.

“I love you too, Jin-ah.” Pulling away, Yoongi cups Seokjin’s cheek and presses his lips to his. “I’ll be back for you in a minute.”

Yoongi exits the shower and grabs a towel, not bothering to wrap it around his waist as he towels himself off as he walks. In the bedroom, he finds his phone tangled in the clothing on the floor and grabs it. He calls Namjoon first and informs him that the baby is coming and it is time to get shit rolling. Once he is off the phone with Namjoon, Yoongi gets himself dressed in a pair of black sweats and a black t-shirt. He grabs a loose pair of blue sleep pants for Seokjin and a pretty white and blue silk top that will hang down past Seokjin’s stomach.

He grabs the hospital bag from the back of the closet and tosses it by the bedroom door before he goes back into the bathroom to check on Seokjin. Yoongi’s phone dings and it’s a text message from Taehyung, letting him know that he is on the way to his house to stay with Miyoung until it is time to bring her to the hospital to meet her newborn sibling. Yoongi heads down stairs and packs a smaller bag with snacks since he knows that the hospital will not let Seokjin eat before his delivery. A few snacks on the way to the hospital is the best that Yoongi can do outside of the ice chips that they will give to Seokjin.

Yoongi sets both bags by the front door and rushes up the steps to his room. He enters the bathroom again and this time, Seokjin is crying in the shower. Yoongi turns the water off and wraps a towel around his mate’s shaking form.

“Pain level?”

“F-Five,” Seokjin cries and Yoongi’s brows pull together in confusion. “W-What if something is wrong?” Seokjin starts to go down that path and Yoongi shakes his head.

“We are fine, yeobo. The pup is fine. They just got a little excited to meet us.” Yoongi’s voice is as reassuring as it can be. Sure the baby is coming early, a full month early, but Yoongi is sure that everything will be okay.

He helps Seokjin out of the bathroom and gets him dressed. He brushes Seokjin’s hair and tosses it into a claw clip to keep the damp strands out of his face. The sound of footsteps catches Yoongi’s attention and stands behind Seokjin rubbing his shoulders as the older man rubs his tummy soothingly. There is a knock at the door before it opens and Taehyung walks in with Jimin behind him.

“Miyoung still sleeping?” Taehyung questions as Jimin pushes past him to walk into the room and drop down onto his knees in front of Seokjin.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and nods his head as Jimin starts to rub Seokjin’s tummy while speaking in whispers to the baby. Taehyung walks over and gives Yoongi a hug before he pats Seokjin’s head and kisses his cheek.

“Thank you for everything,” Seokjin mummers with a smile as Yoongi and Taehyung help him up from his seat. He is wearing a set of old maternity underwear along with one of the few pads that he had left over from Miyoung’s birth.

“We would do it again in a heartbeat,” Jimin beams as he leans in and wraps his arms around Seokjin kissing his cheek. “Now go! I’m not ready to see the little one just yet.”

Yoongi takes hold of Seokjin’s hand and the two leave the room with Taehyung and Jimin right behind them.

“Hoseok is in charge until further notice. Namjoon will keep everyone posted.”

“You got it boss man!” Jimin and Taehyung both salute Yoongi and he flips them off before he leads Seokjin down the steps.

Yoongi grabs the bags by the door and swings them over his shoulder before he heads outside and to the car with Seokjin. He opens the passenger side and helps Seokjin inside before handing him the snack bag. The other bag is tossed in the back seat and Yoongi jumps into the driver seat. As he puts his seatbelt on he looks over at Seokjin.

“Level?”

“Still a five.”

“How far apart are your contractions?”

“Fifteen minutes...maybe less?”

“We got this darling.” Yoongi backs out of the driveway and heads to the hospital. Halfway there, Seokjin starts his breathing exercises and Yoongi puts on one of Seokjin’s favorite albums on the radio. Seokjin keeps one hand on his tummy, rubbing it in small circles, where Yoongi thinks the baby is and his other hand is laced with Yoongi’s in Yoongi’s lap. Raising their joined hands, Yoongi kisses the back of Seokjin’s hand and grins, all teeth and gums.

“If it’s a girl?”

“Micha.”

“A boy?”

“Youngtae.”

Yoongi’s smile widens. He loves the names that they picked out and he cannot wait to meet his little one. At the hospital, Seokjin is every bit of a monster. Gone is Yoongi’s sweet and gentle lover, now replaced with an angry omega who wishes death upon Yoongi a thousand times over for causing him so much pain. Since Seokjin’s contractions hit all at once so quickly, they missed the cut for an epidural and now Seokjin has to have the baby without one.

Yoongi’s bones feel like they will be ground into dust with how harshly Seokjin’s is squeezing his hand. Both of them are sweating but only Seokjin is sobbing, his face puffy and nose snotty as big fat tears roll down his face. He is screaming, cursing Yoongi for ever tempting him into his nest. He doesn’t say that he hates Yoongi but with how he glares, Yoongi thinks a little part of him might.

A little wail shatters the tension in the room and an urgency like never before floods the room. Seokjin is sobbing into Yoongi’s chest as doctors and nurses run around with different things in their hands. Yoongi smooths a hand over Seokjin’s hair and kisses the top of his sweaty head.

“You did so good, yeobo. So good. Our pup is okay…”

“Wan-wanna see them.” Seokjin whispers, exhausted from childbirth. He just wants to sleep for a little bit but he cannot do that until he sees with his own two eyes that his baby is okay. Yoongi watches the doctors as they move about and soon a nurse walks over with a tiny pink blanket in her arms.

“It’s a girl,” she informs the couple and a new set of tears falls from Seokjin’s eyes. Yoongi’s eyes start to mist over but he clears his throat and helps Seokjin take their daughter from the nurse.

He slides the side of Seokjin’s hospital gown down and eases the baby onto Seokjin’s bare skin. His own hand rests on the baby’s bare back and he finally cries when his little girl’s cries quite right down now that she is safe in her parent’s hold.

“Micha…our beautiful daughter.” Yoongi leans down and presses a kiss to her little head before he kisses Seokjin’s temple. He presses his nose into Seokjin’s sweaty skin and inhales deeply, “I love you. I love you so much, yeobo.”