#Yoonjin fic

[sweetestofchaos]

Before, Now and After | 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

🔪 Warnings: murder, blood, torture (described), drowning, stabbing, physical violence, unprotected sex, knotting, fingering, slick/cum eating, anal sex, oral, breast feeding, lactation kink (if you squint), a/b/o dynamics, scenting, strong language, mentions of kidnapping, verbal fighting, mpreg

🔪 Summary: As the leader of the infamous Bangtan, Yoongi is untouchable and lives life as he pleases. He thinks he has it all until the tall and broad shoulder omegan maid, Kim Seokjin walks into his office and makes Yoongi second guess what he wants in life.

🔪 Word Count: 23.2k

author notes: 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.

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[channieblossoms]

Crash On Through

by fairytalefluff on ao3 (that’s me)

pairing; seokjin / yoongi

length; 41k

rating; M

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summary:

“Go… away,” Yoongi wheezes.

Seokjin clicks his tongue. “Gladly, Sweetheart,” he says. “But if I were you, I’d hop on with your old friend before you end up in the back of that patrol car over there. It is awfully close to us, isn’t it?”

Yoongi gives him a look, then peeks over his shoulder. They’re gonna spot him any minute.

“I don’t need your help,” he lies. “Besides, how do I know you’re not gonna turn me in anyway?”

“I think you do need my help, actually,” Seokjin says, eyes rolling, ignoring the question. “You’re in no shape to outrun a car.”

“I can outrun them just fine, I’ve done it before.”

Seokjin considers him for a second, head tilting. Yoongi feels scrutinized under his gaze.

And then, in a split second, the car is speeding towards them, the cops having spotted them by the fence.

“Yoongi,” Seokjin says urgently, hand outstretched, “trust me.”

Yoongi really has no reason to. But it’s either this or jail, so he takes the hand.

~~

( Yoongi has been alone all his life, save for his favourite tree. He doesn’t need anybody and that’s the way he likes it.

But it only takes one person to change everything. )

[rainbowsuitcase]

Fanfic Rec Friday #6

cat cradle by kaythebest - Seokjin x Yoongi, 51 523 words, T - Magic AU, Curses, Cat Yoongi

Seokjin takes in a stray and discovers a new world.

this moment for life by misspamela - Yoongi x Jungkook, 22 116 words, E - Fluff and Smut, Friends with Benefits to Lovers

Yoongi doesn’t date. Jungkook was supposed to be just a one night stand, but he turns into so much more.

youre staring again by aprofessorstale - Yoongi x Namjoon, 1 472 words, G - Highschool AU

Namjoon has a secret crush on Yoongi. The only problem is, everyone knows.

night after night by inthestarstonight - Jimin x Jungkook, 10 506 words, E - Background OT7, Dom Jimin, Edgeplay, Sex Tapes

Jungkook has kept the explicit version of Seven a secret from everyone, up until the release. Jimin listens to it and reacts.

Manic Pixie Dream Girl by aprofessorstale - Yoongi x Jimin, 11 864 words, T - Drag Queens, Nonbinary Yoongi, Cute, hiding creator's style doesn't take away from the story!

Yoongi is the shy boy that his coworkers barely know anything about, until they find him in a gay club, performing in drag.

lovely way of telling me you love me by inthestarstonight - OT7, 7 471 words, M - A/B/O, Pack OT7, Pack Alpha Namjoon, Crack

Five times Namjoon's pack lied to him for The Bit, and one time it was for his own good.

the other side of the earth by stickyrum (couldn't find socmed) - Seokjin x Jimin, 14 292 words, T - Dystopia AU, Deception, Rebellion

In which Jimin believed he was a typical pawn in the bureaucracy of the First Order but found himself trapped in the Minister's office with an insurgent, willingly forfeiting state secrets

but i know (i know) what i want by inthestarstonight - Yoongi x Namjoon, 4 053 words, M - Fem BTS, Angst and Fluff, Arguing

Yoonji and Namjoo get into a fight. Yoonji tries to apologize.

i love the way you love (and the way you can't hide it to save your lives) by TheLostPevensie - Yoongi x Namjoon, 8 563 words, T - Canonverse, Coming Out, Established Relationship, Acceptance

4 times a member finds out Yoongi and Namjoon are together and 1 time someone already knew.

Long Sleeves by TheLostPevensie - Yoongi x Namjoon, 7 555 words, T - Soulmate Marks, Meet-Cute

Yoongi is convinced he'll have to wear long sleeves for the rest of his life, after a sleeve of an entirely different kind suddenly appears on his arm.

[giventae]

If you can't stand him, bend him over

Yoongi hates Jin, Jin hates Yoongi right back, and their friends just want some goddamn peace and quiet

They also want Yoongi and Jin to finally fuck it out already, but that's besides the point

[koofishy]

Pink Screen (Yoonjin AU fanfic)

"One ticket for whatever he's watching."

Inspired by this twitter post and the fact that yoonjin are the og barbenheimer with their pink and black fits<3 I originally posted this as a twitter thread but decided to upload it here too, even if it's late for the trend lol. I hope you'll enjoy!

"One ticket for whatever he's watching."

The cashier smiles knowingly at the man. His black leather jacket and menacing glare are a little out of place at the movie theater, but she's never been one to judge.

"Cute, isn't he?," she nods towards the other guy who's already entering the screening room. The lighting catches on his soft blonde hair and pretty features, his oversized pink hoodie swallowing his wide frame cozily.

He seems like everything this newcomer isn't.

It's a harsh contrast but they do say opposites attract, so.

"Here you go, one ticket to the Barbie movie. Enjoy!," her grin widens as the man takes it from her and she winks for good measure. "And good luck!"

Yoongi stares at her, gaze piercing, until she starts to fidget uncomfortably in her seat. Then, he leaves without a word, following the pink man into the screening room.

It's dark inside, the commercials already playing on the huge screen. They paint the pink man's face in colorful hues and reflect in his eyes.

There are some other people, but their attention is either on their popcorn or the ads so Yoongi approaches the man without notice.

He's sitting in the otherwise empty last row. Yoongi sits down right beside him without a second thought.

There's an amused huff and Yoongi doesn't have to look away from the screen to know that the man is smiling.

"Hello, Officer," he hears the melodious voice, smugness evident in the tone. "You must miss me a lot, with how you're always in my tail."

"I have to keep an eye on you," Yoongi replies, cold and stern. He chances a glance at the other man, but he's looking at the screen, not at Yoongi.

His side profile is illuminated by the low lights. Yoongi's eyes stay on it for longer than intended, following the slope of the nose, the long eyelashes, the full lips.

"Take a photo, Min, that'll last longer."

Yoongi eyes snap up to meet those of the other man, dark gaze with a glint of mischief. The full lips curl into an ominous grin.

Yoongi starts talking before the man can spout any more nonsense. He keeps his face carefully emotionless as he says:

"I know you robbed that bank, Kim Seokjin."

The man pauses. His smile dims.

The next time he talks his voice is serious.

"You don't have proof."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

"I have witnesses."

They stare at each other. The movie is starting but neither of them cares.

Seokjin is the first to back down, exhaling and shaking his head as he leans back in his seat.

"So, you're here to arrest me?," he clicks his tongue. "A shame."

He stares up at Yoongi from under his lashes.

"As much as it would be an honor, Officer Min," Yoongi rolls his eyes on reflex, making Seokjin smile before he sighs, glancing at the screen. "I really wanted to see this movie."

Yoongi watches him carefully, without a word.

Then he turns back to the screen where Barbie is flying out of her pink dream house into her pink dream car.

He can feel Seokjin's eyes on him.

"What are you doing?," Seokjin asks. Yoongi shrugs.

"What does it look like?"

When he talks again, the grin is evident in Seokjin's voice.

"It looks like you're indulging the city's most wanted criminal in a movie date, Min Yoongi."

It's Yoongi's turn to huff a quiet laugh.

"Well, maybe I am," he mutters, glancing at Seokjin.

The man looks away quickly but not even the dark room can hide his pink ears. They match the color of his hoodie.

Yeah, Yoongi thinks, arresting can wait.

And so he gets comfortable, shrugging off his leather jacket and leaning back in his seat, knee knocking against Seokjin's lightly. He loosens his tie, too, then lets his arm hang over the armrest, palm turned suspiciously upwards.

It only takes a few seconds for Seokjin's hand to slide into his, fingers tangling and fitting together perfectly. They feel soft. Yoongi squeezes them barely noticeably and Seokjin squeezes back.

They stay like that for the rest of the movie and after that as well.

The cashier sends them a wide grin and a thumbs up when they leave the theater, still hand-in-hand. This must be how Cupid feels after a job well done, she thinks proudly.

And if Yoongi, how to say this, forgets to take Seokjin to the police station in the end, it's all on Barbie.

Criminal!Seokjin and Cop!Yoongi except they're too fond of each other to do their job properly<3 Don't be afraid to leave notes and comments, or share this fic with others, if you'd like <3 It really means a lot to me! Find me on AO3 and Twitter (I write there too) and you can ask or tell me anything here - please be kind with that tho^^

[deepslowpanicfics]

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[bangtanagan]

mwahrch day 6: an angry kiss

yoonjin + cooking competition au rated T, 1.5k fic tweet previous mwahrch entries

Yoongi made it as far as the warehouse door, gleaming untouched cookware and industrial grade workstations and a hundred flitting sethands abandoned in his wake, before he heard someone call out, “Yoongi-ssi, wait!”

Yoongi didn’t wait. He shoved through the heavy door, past the dead recording light indicating filming was no longer in progress. It was easy to pretend he hadn’t heard his name among the chaos of the set change, and nobody would really need him for the next twenty minutes. Long enough for a smoke break, if he was quick about it. Taehyung had shown him the best spot for it before he’d been eliminated in the first round, and Yoongi was grateful for the secret. Privacy was an impossible thing to find on set.

Outside, the morning’s rain had finally died off, leaving misty cool and drippy puddles that reflected the cracked slate sky. Yoongi’s shoes smacked through the runoff, splattering the hems of his pants—but they were shooting everything in mediums and three-quarters, so it was fine. It wouldn’t show on camera.

He was halfway down the narrow alley that separated Building 14—where Bang’s Bonfire Kitchen filmed six days a week, eight weeks a season—from Building 7 behind it when the door clanged open again. He jumped at the noise and landed square in a puddle, a squelchy shock of cold soaking through the sole of his shoes and into his socks.

“Yoongi-ssi,” called Seokjin again, and was that a note of amusement in his voice? It was impossible to pretend Yoongi hadn’t heard him, not now that they were the only people outside, but that didn’t stop Yoongi from pressing forward and hanging a left. His desire for a smoke fizzled; at this point, he’d give anything just to avoid spending another second in the presence of Kim fucking Seokjin.

“Yah, Yoongi-ssi, don’t run off like that!”

The footsteps behind him picked up speed, smacking over wet pavement. Yoongi refused to run, but he wasn’t above playing dirty, and he certainly had no plans for any one-on-one chats. He yanked open the nearest studio door and slipped inside.

Building 7 greeted him with silence and darkness. A half-finished standing set made mock hallways out of the echoing space, and everything was lit a faint, musty grey by the watery light pouring in the upper windows. The murkiness drew him up short.

He regretted the pause a second later when the door smacked open behind him, knocking him forward. A pair of hands around his waist kept him upright, barely, and then he was nose to cheek with the person he’d been trying so hard to avoid.

“Yoongi-ssi,” said Seokjin, mouth making a perfect smile. “What are you doing in here all alone, hm?”

Yoongi forced his hands between them and shoved Seokjin back. He was still in his apron, which was so crisp and cleanly white that it seemed to glow ever so faintless in the dimness of the warehouse. His stupid hair was still in its perfect coif, and just seeing him made Yoongi boiling angry all over again.

“Have you ever heard of privacy?” he snipped.

And still Seokjin grinned at him. “Ah, I see,” he nodded. “Was your trailer not big enough? You’re so compact, though, Yoongi-ssi, surely you don’t need all this space to yourself.”

Yoongi bared his teeth and turned away. Seokjin laughed—not the bright, squeaky one but something lower, settled in his chest, which was worse.

It had been going on for weeks, seven out of the eight they had filmed so far. The constant teasing, the endless commentary, the jokes tossed around in the kitchen during their cooking challenges in some awful distraction tactic. And as if the underhanded ploys weren’t bad enough, even when he wasn’t making a misery of Yoongi’s challenge segments, he was swanning around with his perfect hair and his laughter and his immense natural talent. Kim Seokjin didn’t need to win on Bang Sihyuk’s show to prove he was the best; he did it without trying. He was certainly a hundred times better than Yoongi could ever hope to be—a better contestant and a better actor and most of all, a better cook.

Yoongi didn’t understand why Seokjin kept singling him out like this. The shoot today had been the worst—he’d been distracting and infuriating, non-stop in his needling and gloriously beautiful despite the annoyance, and Yoongi hadn’t been able to look away. He’d glimpsed all of two seconds of today’s footage, but it was all he needed to see to know he was staring like a fool while his steaks nearly burned.

“If you don’t mind,” he said, as cold and dripping as the eaves. “I would like to be alone.”

“Yoongi-yah,” said Seokjin. Yoongi prickled. Seokjin had offered familiarity back when they’d first met, before even the pre-shoot, and Yoongi had refused out of professional courtesy. Of course Seokjin didn’t harbor the same professionalism. “I really don’t understand why you don’t like me.”

Yoongi snorted. It echoed embarrassingly loudly in the hollow of the warehouse. Behind him came the sound of scuffling.

“You cooked well today,” Seokjin added, like some kind of concession, and that needled Yoongi enough to spin him around. And then he kept moving, kept pushing forward until he had Seokjin crowded against the cold warehouse wall.

“Don’t,” he hissed, finger prodding into Seokjin’s chest. “I don’t need your jokes and I don’t need your commentary and I certainly don’t need your platitudes.”

Seokjin’s eyes went wide, which was a novelty, and his mouth made a soft, shocked oh. Victory coursed through Yoongi almost as thick as his anger, to finally render him speechless.

“We all know you’re the best here,” he carried on. His finger was still fixed against Seokjin’s chest, and Seokjin could certainly have moved it aside—could have pushed Yoongi as easily as Yoongi had pushed him—but he stayed fixed in place, chest rising and falling. He was astoundingly warm in the seeping chill of the rainy day. “You could do these challenges with your eyes closed, and you can charm all the judges without batting an eyelash, and you look good doing it, and I know this must all be some kind of hilarious joke to you to be up against me of all people, but I would really, truly appreciate it if you would fucking stop.”

Yoongi stared at Seokjin, vibrating with fury, and Seokjin stared back at him. And then Seokjin’s mouth twitched with that familiar, breathtaking, infuriating smile.

“Stop what, Yoongi-ssi?” he said. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“You—!” said Yoongi, and he grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him and then— and then—

And then, furious, Yoongi kissed him.

Seokjin made a noise against his mouth, some muffled yelp of shock. For a moment Yoongi contemplated that he might be punched, or fired, or both. And then the moment passed, and Seokjin, infuriating man, did something a hundred times more unexpected: Seokjin kissed him back. 

Kissed him like he wanted it, like he welcomed it. Like he hadn’t make Yoongi’s life a living hell for seven weeks of shooting and also three weeks of pre-shoots, like two and a half months ago he hadn’t walked into the room with his flawless face and broad shoulders and stupid sense of humor and turned Yoongi’s life upside down, the absolute asshole. He kissed Yoongi like he fucking meant it.

They pulled apart panting. Yoongi glowered at his mouth, slick and tilted up in the gloom. Satisfaction was an infuriating look on him. Yoongi wanted to see more of it.

“For what it’s worth,” Seokjin said, conversational, as though Yoongi’s tongue had not just been in his mouth, “I meant it. Your searing technique was impeccable and your plating was inspired. There’s no one I’d rather be up against.” He wiggled his eyebrows and looked at Yoongi, still holding him against the wall. “Pun intended.”

Yoongi stepped back. “You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”

“Good,” declared Seokjin. “I’ve been trying to get your attention. I’m glad I managed it before the finale.”

“You— What?”

“I like you quite a lot,” Seokjin shrugged. “After this all wraps, would you like to get dinner sometime? Maybe even one someone else cooks?”

“But you’re the best chef out there,” Yoongi said dumbly, and Seokjin— Well, it was hard to tell, but to Yoongi it looked almost like he had blushed.

“Ah, Yoongi-chi, you drive a hard bargain. Alright. I’ll cook for you.”

“I,” said Yoongi. He ran his tongue over his teeth—which Seokjin had been licking, he was pretty sure, about thirty seconds ago. “You like me?”

“Is that so surprising?”

Alarmingly so, yes. Yoongi blinked at him, and blinked again. His phone dinged in his pocket—they were due back in hair and makeup by now, probably. He swallowed and took another step back. It was surprisingly difficult to put space between them.

“Alright,” he said after a moment. “Loser has to cook.” 

Seokjin grinned—big, broad, awful. Glorious. Yoongi narrowed his eyes—he wasn’t going to let that distract him. Not with dinner on the line. 

“Okay,” Seokjin agreed. “It’s a date.”

[hopepoint]

Code W74

- mature | chapters 1/1 | 17k

- strangers to lovers | nonlinear narrative

The heat bubbles up inside Yoongi like a shaken soda can on a hot summer’s day. It burns his throat as it simmers up to his face turning his cheeks a rosy pink. But Yoongi waits, as you do, for the pressure to dissipate, for it to fizzle out into something soft. It’s a nice distraction, focusing on the feeling bubbling in his chest instead of the corpse that’s been haunting him for the past few months.

[concealedrecs]

Fic: The Edge of Where We Start

Author: deepslowpanic

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Kim Seokjin/Min Yoongi

Rating: Explicit

Length: 81311

Recommendation: Prince Seokjin has never thought about what he actually wants - until his fiance Park Jimin is kidnapped before their wedding. Accompanied on the journey by a vagabond, what will Seokjin learn about himself?

I really love the way that the writer here has done the banter between Seokjin and Yoongi, and it's just a delightful work overall.

[astraealuxe]

tonight… i’m thinkin about the slope of jung hoseok’s shoulders

i’m thinking about the wet of his mouth as he drinks from a bottle, i’m thinking about him slumping back into a seat… hm, thinking restaurant

i’ve had this atmosphere in mind for a while now, toying with it. of course it comes from namjoon’s perspective, the slope of hoseok’s shoulders brushing his own. hoseok’s unstraightened back is the true sight of him coming loose

a private booth, perhaps? i’m thinking light woods and underlit crevices in the walls, cool white light against the wood to diffuse it yellow

i’m not myself such a fan of white light, but i certainly think it would suit this mood a little. it would slit across the pupils, so i’d change it to be vertical. a surrounded, private booth. i want this to be ot7 but it takes too much brainpower to imagine them all so now i focus only on hoseok and namjoon and the contact between them

emptied side dishes strewn across the table, remnants and leftovers of them having had stretched to each others meals, the easy interchange of their trails from plate to hand to mouth, chopsticks wet at the tips and little indents on their fingers from where they were held

hoseok’s rosy lethargy all splayed over his face, his hair sticking out at the ends. namjoon’s got an urge to smooth it out and reach out to his hair but he holds himself back out of some reason unknown to himself

i’ve thought of yoongi and seokjin here, too, and the maknae as well. these little groups. yoongi and seokjin across the table, and there’s some interlude between where hoseok murmurs about how sleepy yoongi-hyung looks, because his head is tipped back to the wall of the booth and his mouth is open in its upside-pout, cheeks rounded by the pull of his lower lip

hoseok’s remark comes as a question-type lilt, “yoongi-hyung looks sleepy, don’t you think?” unassuming as a pebble, but it tumbles in his mind, grit and all, and judders somewhere roughly into namjoon. that sleep-rumble in hoseok’s voice

some pushing at seokjin, the hair-raise of awareness and arousal, the prickle and drip, too, for namjoon. so namjoon’s pushing at seokjin, “hyung, where’s your hand?”, because seokjin is watching yoongi with this inward quirk to his eyebrow, the thick and dense gather at the center but it’s aaaall mischief, there’s a pull to his mouth, too, a cute one, keyhole kiss-shaped and “oh, sweetheart”-mocking, playful. and seokjin’s arm is beneath the table, namjoon can’t see it, and yoongi’s head lolls so his open lips tough to seokjin’s shoulder, button-down fabric scrunched beneath yoongi’s mouth and namjoon feels, almost, the damp heat of breath from yoongi’s mouth overlaid hoseok’s press against him, too

“hyung, your hand,” again, this a restaurant, despite the shielded booth, they’ve finished up their plates. your hand, hissed, and yoongi’s eyes slit open on namjoon—the inset light are here for this, cat-like slits up his pupils. the outer corners of his eyes pinched in sleek amusement, mouth-edge curled against seokjin’s shoulder, and seokjin’s touching him under the table, slow rock of his palm inside yoongi’s slacks, namjoon knows it, and hoseok’s mouth has moved to peek beneath namjoon’s collar, the wet of hoseok’s lips cool from his drink, and the heat of his breath condensing on namjoon’s skin

anyways this is an old thought i once communicated, i’m going to sleep laying in all of this

[miraclesofpaul]

Rated E, Arranged Marriage AU, Enemies to Lovers, Read on AO3

Yoongi can't wait to be married to his best friend Namjoon. It's arranged, sure, but Yoongi has done everything to ensure that they will find happiness with each other. When Namjoon finally returns to Korea, however, he calls off their engagement.

Heartbroken, Yoongi suddenly finds himself engaged to Seokjin, Namjoon's famous older brother — someone he hates and could never respect. But as time passes and their lives entangle more and more, as they learn to lean on each other, friendship (and love) begins to bloom.

[sweetestofchaos]

BNAA: About Time | 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: murder, blood, torture (described), drowning, stabbing, physical violence, unprotected sex, knotting, fingering, slick/cum eating, anal sex, oral, breast feeding, lactation kink (if you squint), a/b/o dynamics, scenting, strong language.

🔪 Word Count: 11.2k

Standing at the top of the world, Bangtan's Alpha leader Min Youngi isn't looking for anything. He has all he needs here with his pack, at least that's what he thought until the new maid that was hired walks into his office, Omega Kim Seokjin.

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.

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It’s late into the night, the moon is hidden behind a soft overcast of grey tinted clouds. Stars twinkle bright and yet little light spills into the house surrounded by a thick forest. Cordless bamboo blinds keep the house dark with the added protection of pleated taupe blackout curtains throughout the house. Yoongi sits in a wide office chair, large and comfortable, ebony in color with brass tipped legs and matching nail head direction around the hem to offset the black fabric of the chair.

A small golden lamp with a black rounded shade, sits on a dark wooden desk; it gives enough light to bathe the room in a soft glow. The sound of keys clicking fills the air along with the scrap of a pen against paper. Somewhere in the hallway, a grandfather clock chimes on the hour and the sound of clicking stops. The pen is set down and Yoongi heaves a deep sigh, his pale fingers pushing his black hair from his face as he leans back in the chair and stares up at the mini crystal chandelier. 

Yoongi’s body is relaxed but his face is tense, there is a furrow between his brows and his mouth is pulled into a frown. The room is drenched in the scent of burnt thyme, spicy and sharp as he thinks over the events of today. Someone had tried to steal a quarter of a billion won from him. They had no chance of getting away with it but he felt annoyed by the act. He wasn’t impressed, he was pissed. The idiots had spit on his name and like any good alpha, it was his job to gain that respect back.

It didn’t take long to gather the lower members of the gang, the foot soldiers and runners. They flocked to him like moths to a flame. They were desperate to become part of the Min Pack and followed his every command. Yoongi stood before them, dressed in a brand new two piece suit from Valentino.

It was a tanned blush, slightly muted with a blush linen shirt that had a scarf collar underneath. It was a handsome suit and he made it a point to stand there with his hair parted in the middle, leather boots on his feet and gold rings on his fingers. The other member of his innermost circle, his true pack, stood behind him. Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin were terrifying to look at with cold eyes and even colder hearts. 

Yoongi was powerful. He was the pack alpha and once he snapped his fingers, two members of his inner circle, Jungkook and Taehyung (the terror twins he liked to refer to them as) dragged two beta males out to stand before him with their hands tied together in front of them.

Yoongi kept his composure, asked if they had any last words and didn’t flinch when one of them spit at his feet. He simply scoffed out a laugh as his lips twitched and nodded his head. Jungkook and Taehyung wasted no time in dragging the men in front of two large metal waste bins filled with water. Yoongi didn’t take his eyes off the men as his pack mates pushed them head first into the water. The men struggled to break free but it was useless. Yoongi held his hand up and they were pulled from the water, coughing and sputtering. 

The stench of piss was strong in the air and Yoongi could hear Jimin grumble to himself in disgust in the background. Yoongi stared at the betas before him and cocked his head as they struggled to breath properly with water in their lungs. He looked around at the others around him  and grinned, his canines sharp and white in the moonlight and fire. He licked his lips and clasped his hands behind his back before he nodded his head once more. The betas were shoved back into the water. Their legs kicked and banged against the tins, water splashed onto the ground and soon their bodies slumped unmoving. 

Jungkook and Taehyung held them under a little longer just to be safe before they threw the lifeless bodies onto the ground in front of the lower pack members. The threat was clear and Yoongi turned on his heel, walking away with his packmates behind him.

In his office, Yoongi sighs and runs a hand over his face. He can smell gasoline on his clothing and the faint trace of blood from the dirt that touched the bottom of his pants. The thought of a shower passes his mind and Yoongi pushes himself away from his desk. A shower before bed sounds wonderful. Leaving his office, Yoongi walks down the hall with his hands in his pockets and he hums to himself. No one is awake at this time. The maids are all sound asleep in the lower levels of the estate, along with the cooks. 

In the bathroom, Yoongi strips off his suit and lets it fall to the floor in a pile of wrinkled fabric. It looks out of place, very bright compared to the tans and black of the bathroom. The floor tile is a tan and white marble while the walls are black and tan marble. The hardware is all black with a beautiful white floating sink that could easily fit a medium sized dog in it. There are two shower heads, one a large square and the other a smaller rectangle. They hang on the wall beside the large tub that sits flush against the wall in all its elegant beauty. A smooth glass door trimmed with sleek black metal separates the shower and bathtub from the rest of the bathroom. 

Standing nude, Yoongi turns on the shower and uses the toilet while the water heats up. He eyes the bathtub and shakes his head. If he sits in there now, he knows he will most likely fall asleep. As he steps into the spray of the hot water, Yoongi groans. His pale skin starts to heat and flush as the water washes over his tired muscles. The pressure is strong enough to work tiny knots out from under Yoongi’s skin and his eyes slip shut in relief. His black hair sticks to his neck and forehead, some pieces pressing into his lid but Yoongi doesn’t really care. Placing his palms against the shower wall, he lifts his face towards the spray of the water and holds his breath. 

Yoongi would much rather be sleeping right now but duty calls. Hoseok called at six o’clock in the morning with news of a pack that came from out of town. Their main pack was the same size as Bangtan’s. Seven members with the youngest being the same age as Jungkook. The Lim pack, also known as Got7. Yoongi vaguely recalls hearing about them from someone else but he isn’t too sure. He will have Namjoon run a background check on the members and Jimin can set up a meeting if it is beneficial to do so. 

“Mister Min?”

Yoongi’s eyes snap up from his coffee cup and he sees Haeun, his head maid looking at him with a knowing smile on her face. She is an older omega and Yoongi sees the woman much like a grandmother or aunt. She had been a maid when his parents were still alive and once they passed, she stayed by his side while most of the older maids of the house left. Haeun is a wonderful woman and Yoongi trusts her judgment. 

“Did you not get enough sleep last night?” 

Yoongi shakes his head and takes a sip of his coffee, “I apologize, Haeun. Please continue.”

Haeun nods her head and continues to go over the new hire information. Two of the maids have left on maternity leave, so Haeun has found two replacements for the time being. Yoongi is half paying attention, he really doesn’t care much about the maids and cooks that live in his home. He has enough security to handle any issue that may arise. Plus, Yoongi always keeps a gun at his waist. Bok Yon and Kim Seokjin are the new hires that will fill in for a few months and possibly be offered full employment if they fit in well enough. From what Haeun says, Yon is a female alpha and Seokjin is a male omega. 

“Thank you, Haeun. I’m sure both will do well. I have faith in your teaching.”

Yoongi downs the rest of his coffee and sets the empty cup in the sink, upside down. He smooths a hand through his hair, pushing a few flyways down out of his face.

“I’ll be in the main room with the guys. See to it that we are not disturbed.”

“As you wish, Mister Min.” 

Haeun bows low and Yoongi leaves the kitchen with his head held high.

Seokjin is in awe. The Min estate is as beautiful as it is opulent. It is a three story high mini mansion with an attic and basement. Both locations are off limits to the staff and that’s okay with Seokjin. The moment he steps into the home, he is overcome with the powerful scent of alpha. Thyme and charcoal are infused in the air, each lungfull makes Seokjin’s inner wolf whine and he ignores the animal. It is a known fact that Min Yoongi is a capable alpha and one of the most sought after bachelors. Seokjin isn’t sure why, if he is to be honest. Sure, Min Yoongi is handsome and rich but from what Seokjin has seen on the television, he seems too serious and isn’t much of a talker.

Haeun is a kind omega woman. She explains how everything works in the Min manor and texts him a map of the home to help him get used to the layout. The map is color coded, blue rooms need dusting, white rooms are dusting and windows, yellow rooms need to be waxed and so on. The red rooms are off limits to staff outside of Haeun and two others that have been here for a long time. Seokjin doesn’t really care. He is happy to have this job and make good money.

It is an added bonus that Seokjin is able to stay in the manor and save up his money. He gets three meals a day, all free and his dry cleaning for his uniform is paid for as well. Hell, even his uniform is decent. A simple pair of black slacks with a white button up. Seokjin has the option to dress it up with a scarf or tie depending on how he feels. As an unmated omega, Seokjin has a set of scarfs that he will wear to help nullify his scent. The last thing Seokjin needs is for a random alpha to smell him and lose control. Sadly, it has happened before and Seokjin doesn’t want a repeat.

Seokjin glances up from his phone to make sure he is in the correct hallway and he frowns. The map is basic at best and looking around, Seokjin thinks he is in the right place. Looking down at the phone he sees that two of the rooms are coded white, so it will take him a little while to clean. He has a small cleaning caddy that he holds in his freehand filled with everything he needs for the rooms. From looking over the map, Seokjin also knows that there is a supply closet with extra products and items that don’t fit in the caddy as well. 

Setting the caddy on the floor, Seokjin quickly pulls a pair of earbuds from his pocket and shoves them in his ears. He clicks on his music app and scrolls through his playlists until he finds one that will give him the added boost to stay positive while he cleans a bunch of stupidly posh and expensive items that most likely have little to no use. Picking the caddy up from the floor, Seokjin hums to himself as he walks down to the hall to the first door that he will clean. 

Grabbing the handle, Seokjin twists his wrists and pushes open the door. He steps inside, taking notice of the tall shelves that line the walls filled with books. It looks to be a library of shorts to which Seokjin rolls his eyes. 

“Who needs a fucking library in their home?” He mutters to himself as he closes the door behind him. “Bet my ass none of these books have been read.”

Seokjin goes over to the closet shelf and looks to see how dusty it is. He is surprised to see hardly any dust on the shelves. Setting the caddy down on the table beside him, Seokjin slips on a pair of rubber gloves and bobs his head to the music playing in his ear while he gathers the cleaning supplies he’ll need for the room. Holding a microfiber rag in one hand and a can of polish in the other, Seokjin starts to dust the shelves, making sure to remove the books and put them back in their place.

Seokjin turns to head over to the other side of the room and he screams when he sees a set of brown eyes staring at him. The items in Seokjin’s hands clatter to the floor and he stares wide eyed at the owner of the home, Min Yoongi. There is a barely there smile on his lips as he trails his eyes down the length of Seokjin’s body until they drop to the items on the floor.

Seokjin sees Yoongi’s lips moving and quickly rips the earbuds from his ears, his face flushing in embarrassment. He cannot believe that he didn’t notice the alpha in the room with him but in Seokjin’s defense the whole room smells just like the rest of the house, just a little stronger.

“Who gave you permission to come in here?”

Seokjin stares at the alpha before him, confused by the question. Permission?

“I, um, I’m the new maid?” 

Seokjin stumbles over his words, unsure of how he is supposed to answer the question. Yoongi’s jaw clenches as he stares at the unfamiliar man in his office. This room is off limits to anyone except Haeun. Yoongi narrows his eyes as the man, his supposedly newly hired maid, inhales deeply through his nose. The man’s scent is very faint, he must be wearing some kind of blocker but Yoongi doesn’t smell anything that suggests the man is lying.

Yoongi rises to his feet and walks around his desk, not once taking his eyes off the taller man. Seokjin gulps as Yoongi comes closer until they are standing toe to toe.

“What’s your name?” 

Yoongi’s voice is rough as he speaks, his tone commanding but not unpleasant. Seokjin gives his name without a moment of hesitation and Yoongi licks his lips; repeating the name. Goosebumps rise on Seokjin’s arms and the hair on the back of his neck, how can his name sound so sensual coming from a stranger’s mouth?

“You shouldn’t be in here…Seokjin.”

“I, I…why?” 

Yoongi chuckles at the way Seokjin’s Adam's apples bobs from his swallowing so harshly. Staring at the unmarked skin makes Yoongi’s gum itch and he licks at his teeth. 

“This room is off limits.”

Seokjin’s eyes widen twice as big and Yoongi watches as Seokjin’s body starts to shake. His words are jumbled together and he is quick to drop to his knees before Yoongi. Seokjin claps his hands together and bows his head.

“I am so sorry sir. Mister Min! Please, I really, really need this job!”

Yoongi would be lying if he said seeing the pretty man on his knees didn’t stir something deep within him. Hell, even his wolf was wagging its tail in interest. Yoongi squats down in front of Seokjin and grips his chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing the man to look at him. Such pretty brown eyes and the more Yoongi looked, the more he saw. Flecks of blue glittered like jewels as Seokjin’s eyes started to water and his lips pulled down into a frown. An omega…cute.

Yoongi’s eyes drop to the plump lips of the omega before him and he raises an eyebrow, “Tell you what ‘mega-”

A whine slips past Seokjin’s lips and Yoongi smirks. Such a pretty sound from a pretty omega. Yoongi pulls Seokjin’s face closer to his until their nose bush against each other’s. He inhales deeply and trails his nose down Seokjin’s jawline until he reaches his throat and presses his nose into the skin. Seokjin’s whole body shutters and he grabs onto Yoongi’s dress shirt to steady himself. He tries to speak, he wants to tell Yoongi to let him go and leave him alone. He’s too close to his scent gland.

Seokjin opens his mouth to tell Yoongi off but a whiny “A-Alpha”, falls from his lips. Yoongi growls low in his chest at the calling. He digs his nose into the flushed skin of Seokjin’s neck and presses into the slightly raised spot where his scent gland is. Sweet peaches with a subtle hint of spicy washes down Yoongi’s throat and floods his lungs. Now this is a scent he can see himself dousing himself in every morning. He just wants a little taste and he takes as much. His tongue darting out to swipe at Seokjin’s gland once, twice before he moans and wraps his lips around the raised skin.

Seokjin’s bones turn to jello and he falls into Yoongi’s arms, sending Yoongi on his ass with Seokjin’s half on top of him. Yoongi growls and Seokjin scrambles to straddle Yoongi’s lap, a soft whine leaving his lips as Yoongi sucks harshly at his skin. They both shutter as peach cobbler and smoked thyme mingle together in the air. Seokjin holds onto Yoongi’s shoulders for dear life. If he lets go of the alpha underneath him, he feels as if he will float away into the abyss and never find his way back to himself. 

Yoongi's tongue refuses to stop licking and he can’t get enough of the sweetness. He swallows mouthful after mouthful of Seokjin scent, he wants to drown in it…bottle it and keep it on his person always. Yoongi’s alpha demands that he bite the omega, claim him and never let him go and that’s what pulls Yoongi’s from his drunken state of mind. He pulls away from Seokjin’s neck and peppers kisses back up the side of his neck and jawline before stopping at the underside of his chin.

“You’re the only one I want cleaning this room. Understand?” 

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Mister Min.”

Yoongi huffs against Seokjin’s skin and places a fleeting kiss to the space right underneath his bottom lip.

“Get out.”

Haeun isn’t pleased when Yoongi dismisses her and the others from cleaning his office. She doesn’t understand why Seokjin of all people is assigned the task. That is until she sees the marks on Seokjin’s neck when he comes out of his room on one of his days off. He isn’t in his typical outfit, the uniform replaced with a simple white t-shirt tucked into a pair of jeans. He wears a light blue button up shirt over top, completely open that has buttons on the shoulders, again open with his left shoulder out. A silver necklace with a single hoop in the center hugs his throat and faded marks litter his skin. Haeun raises an eyebrow at Seokjin as she hones in on the necklace.

She has been with the Min pack for a long time, and has raised the young master since he was in diapers. The necklace that sits on Seokjin’s throat is the same one that the pack omega, Yoongi’s mother wore when she was still alive.

“Going somewhere?” Haeun raises her voice to make her presence known and Seokjin jumps having not seen the older woman standing in the hall.

Before Seokjin can answer, Yoongi appears with a pair of black sunglasses on his face. His black hair is pulled into a half knot on top of his head and he isn’t wearing a suit. Instead he wears a black mastermind t-shirt and a pair of black cargo pants with a purple suede zip up knit jacket overtop. Yoongi lifts his sunglasses and pushes them on top of his head before he looks between Haeun and Seokjin.

“You ready, ‘mega?”

Seokjin’s face heats up, his ears flushing brightly before he nods his head and hurries over to Yoongi’s side. Yoongi grabs hold of Seokjin’s hand and holds him tightly before he winks at Haeun and pulls Seokjin down the hall. Haeun stands in the hallway alone and shakes her head with a laugh. She did a thorough background check on Seokjin just like the other maids and she approves of what she hopes is the young couple courting. Yoongi’s job is dangerous but even still he deserves love. Seokjin is a kind and sweet omega with a good head on his shoulders. Haeun is sure that Seokjin will tame the wild beast that is Yoongi’s alpha and she cannot wait to see it happen.

Yoongi sighs as he rolls his shoulders while walking down the hall to his office. He has been gone for the past three days on business in Tokyo and has just gotten back. He needs a drink and as much as he would rather take a nap than work, he has a few files that he needs to look over. Running a hand through his hair, Yoongi pushes open the door to his office and he finds Seokjin singing to himself as he dusts. He’s wearing his regular uniform, black slacks and a white button up but it's been three days since Yoongi has seen his sweet omega and Seokjin’s ass is looking good. 

Yoonig makes sure to slam the door closed knowing that Seokjin didn’t hear him come in and he smirks when Seokjin jumps with a yelp, dropping the rag in his hand on the floor. Seokjin turns with a frown on his face, ready to give whoever scared him hell but the moment he sees Yoongi, Seokjin’s face relaxes and he clears his throat. He removes his earbuds and shoves them in his pocket.

“You’re back.”

“I am,” Yoongi states as he walks over to his desk.

“I can leave and let you get work done.”

Yoongi shakes his head as he sits in his chair and loosens the tie around his neck. He stares at Seokjin from across the room and licks his lips, “You’re fine. Do what you need to do, ‘mega.”

Seokjin’s cheek flush and he nods his head, happily going back to cleaning. Yoongi sighs as his body sinks into his chair and he closes his eyes for a moment. He inhales and breathes in the scent of spiced peaches. He is sure that Seokjin has at some point sat in his chair while he was away which makes Yoongi chuckle to himself. His omega is such a brat. Opening his eyes, Yoongi focuses on the task at hand and turns on his computer, typing in his passcode and using the retina scanner that Namjoon installed. 

While he works, Yoongi can hear Seokjin humming to himself. He can smell the cleaning products and they make his nose itch. Clearing his throat, Yoongi looks from his computer and Seokjin’s eyes are already on him.

“Open a window, it’s stuffy in here.”

Seokjin follows Yoongi’s order without complaint and Yoongi tracks his every move. Seokjin’s thighs look strong and mighty thick in those slacks. Yoongi feels his pants start to tighten around his groin and he grunts, trying to adjust himself without Seokjin noticing. 

“Mega?”

Seokjin turns to face Yoongi, a soft smile on his face as he pushes a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Pour me a drink?”

“Anything?” 

Yoongi thinks over his choices and nods his head.

“Anything is good.”

Seokjin makes his way over to a liquor cabinet that is built into the bookshelves. It’s large and juts out like a bay window with a woven cane backsplash and crystal clear glass facing. Inside bottles of whisky, bourbon and soju sit neatly together in groups separated by proof and price. Glasses are set out, face down to keep dust from getting into them and are covered with a soft clean linen that is used to wipe fingerprints. Silently, Seokjin prepares a glass for Yoongi, filling it halfway with Hibiki whisky. There is a subtle scent of sandalwood and rose that burns Seokjin’s nose as he replaces the cap but he ignores it. He is more of a red wine fan but can appreciate the dedication to whisky. 

Holding the glass carefully in his hands, Seokjin makes his way over to Yoongi, keeping his eyes on the floor before him, so that he doesn’t trip. Yoongi calls his name and Seokjin looks up, he sees the teasing smile on the alpha’s lips and his face heats up. Seokjin offers a smile and it soon turns into a grimace as the toe of his shoe catches the lip of the area rug and sends Seokjin’s jerking forward. He catches himself before he falls face first onto the floor but the whisky in the glass shoots forward and drenches Yoongi’s pants.

Seokjin gasps in horror while Yoongi just stares unblinking at the wet spot on his pants. Seokjin starts to panic and hastily drops to his knees before Yoongi. Clutching a cloth in his hand, Seokjin pats at Yoongi’s crotch and stammers out a million apologies. His scent is sharp with fear, the spice of it making Yoongi swallow thickly on his spit.

“Jin-”

“I-I’m so sorry!”

“Jin-”

“It was an accident.”

“Seokjin!”

Seokjin freezes mid pat and he tenses when Yoongi grabs his chin forcing him to look up into his dark eyes. Thin flecks of red bleed into the brown and Seokjin’s inner wolf rolls onto its back. Yoongi licks his lower lip, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he runs the pad of his thumb across the soft plushness of Seokjin’s lower lip. He lets his blunt nail dig into the tender flesh, harsh enough to sting but not enough to break the skin. Seokjin’s eyes are wide but start to drop into a hooded gaze as Yoongi pulls his face closer to the wet patch between his legs.

“Clean it up, ‘Mega…properly.” 

The words come out in a growl and Seokjin’s whole body shutters as slick slips out and dampens his underwear. Warmed peaches with a splash of vanilla and cinnamon; Yoongi’s mouth waters and he bites his tongue. Seokjin’s hands shake as he grabs onto the belt buckle in front of him and tug it until it comes loose. Keeping his eyes on the task at hand, Seokjin fumbles with the button on Yoongi’s pants and he curses to himself as the zipper gets stuck. He can already picture himself clearly in his mind, on his knees before such a handsome and strong alpha, bumbling around like a baby fawn…

“Slowly, baby. Take it slow,” Yoongi’s voice is deep and soothing, it shoots right to Seokjin’s core and he leaks more slick. Yoongi’s nostrils flare and he huffs a rumbling growl as he pushes Seokjin’s face closer to where he wants him most.

The button comes undone and the zipper pulls down easily enough with a little wiggling on Seokjin’s part. The black fabric of Yoongi’s briefs is pulled flush against his hardened cock, the material doing every little to hide how heavy his balls sit between legs. Seokjin whines as he presses his nose into the crease of Yoongi’s thighs where his scent is the strongest. His jaw falls slack as he mouths at the bulge and moans as precum seeps through, mixing with the whisky to burn Seokjin’s tongue. 

A hand falls to Seokjin’s hair and his tremors taper off at the comforting weight of Yoongi’s hand, the blunt nails dragging through his hair and against his scalp puts Seokjin’s mind at ease. 

Alpha. Alpha has me. Alpha will guide me.

Seokjin doesn’t even bother to use his hands to tug Yoongi’s underwear down, he waits and watches with shaky breaths as Yoongi tugs the fabric just low enough for his dick to spring free, slapping against Seokjin’s lips. There is no time wasted before Seokjin is kitten licking the flushed tip, greedily swallowing every dribble of precum that Yoongi gives him. As more comes, Seokjin opens his mouth wider and sucks two inches in before he is a moaning mess between Yoongi’s legs. 

The grip on his hair tightens and Yoongi purrs in approval. He knew Seokjin’s sinful mouth would feel like heaven. He knew it the moment he saw the omega and now that Seokjin is kneeling before him, sucking him so good; all he knows is mine. Seokjin is his and his alone. No one else will ever know the pleasure that his throat can give, the softness of his lips as they brush against his dark pubes or the sweet scent that is growing thicker in the air. Seokjin gags around Yoongi’s cock and Yoongi curses, his toes curling as he fights to keep himself from pushing himself deeper down the omega’s throat.

“That’s a good boy. Taking Alpha so well, good Omega.”

The praise makes tears come to Seokjin’s eyes or it could be the lack of air in his lungs. As Yoongi starts to fuck his mouth gently, Seokjin’s mind cuts off and he falls into the pleasurable headspace of pleasing the alpha. It isn’t until Yoongi is cursing above him, grunting low in his chest that Seokjin comes back to himself and he moans as Yoongi comes in his mouth. It’s tangy, bitter with a subtle sweetness that makes Seokjin gag as he swallows it all down.

He pulls away from Yoongi, gasping for air and Yoongi fists his hair tightly, pulling Seokjin upward, so that he is now standing on his knees. Yoongi’s eyes are a gleaming red, no brown to be found and Seokjin purrs, chasing after bitten lips that look so kissable. As their lips touch, Yoongi’s alpha howls in delight. The taste of himself on Seokjin’s tongue twists deep in his gut, spreading a fire through his body that only Seokjin’s gushing slick can put out.

He yanks Seokjin up to his feet and traps him between the desk and himself. Rising to his feet, Yoongi grabs Seokjin’s shirt and tugs it from his pants, the hem wrinkled as it hangs loose on Seokjin’s waist. Wordlessly, Yoongi rips the material down the middle, the buttons scattering in all directions. The white shirt is pushed open until Seokjin’s nipples are visible and Yoongi purrs loudly, it’s deep and inviting, making Seokjin’s knees knock together as he quickly spreads his legs to give Yoongi enough room. 

Yoongi shuffles forward and wraps a hand around Seokjin’s throat, holding him in place as he noses at the raised skin of his scent gland. His tongue is hot and wet as he licks at the flesh, pulling that sweet peachy scent from Seokjin tenfold. His lips are soft, so soft for someone who can kill without a second thought and Seokjin shakes that idea from his mind. He focuses on the way Yoongi samples his skin with tiny nips and sucks. His teeth don’t leave marks but goosebumps rise along the damp path they lead to Seokjin’s nipples, pebbled and tempting. 

The moment Yoongi’s lips wrap around one, Seokjin throws his head back and his hands shoot out to grab onto Yoongi. He has to hold on to something or else he will destroy everything in sight. 

“A-Alpha!” 

Seokjin’s voice is loud, so very loud and Yoongi chuckles against his flushed skin.

“So sensitive. I haven’t even touched you properly…” 

The words are teasing enough that Seokjin’s whole face darkens and Yoongi licks his lips. 

“Such a pretty sight you are, bet you even taste as good as you look.”

Seokjin whines once more as Yoongi keeps suckling and licking his nipples, tweaking the buds between his fingers and pulling at the soft tissue. Yoongi can feel the way Seokjin’s pulse drums under his skin and it makes his alpha preen. 

“Present for me, darling. Show alpha what’s his.”

Stepping away from Seokjin, Yoongi watches in amusement as the older omega scrambles to turn around and lay flat on his stomach on top of Yoongi’s desk. Some papers flutter to the floor but Yoongi isn’t concerned with them. The sight of Seokjin’s pert ass sticking out has his full attention, even more so the wet patch from where slick has leaked through. Yoongi palms Seokjin’s cheeks with his two hands and spreads them as best he can while they are covered. He presses forward and rubs his hardened length along the fabric making Seokjin whine loudly.

“What should I expect to see, darling? You wearing cute little panties or something slutty for me?” 

Seokjin shakes his head, his mouth opening and closing as he fails to form a coherent sentence to answer Yoongi’s question. Yoongi clicks his tongue and slaps Seokjin’s right cheek making the omega jerk forward, the edge of the desk digging into his thighs and pinching the skin. Yoongi reaches around to unclasp the button of Seokjin’s pants and pulls the tight fabric down his thighs, just below his knees. The sight that greets him is a pair of checkered pink and white cheeky panties with white lace along the trim. There is a wet patch where Seokjin is leaking slick and Yoongi hums in approval.

“My cute Omega,” Yoongi mummers as he lowers himself to his knees behind Seokjin and presses a tender kiss to the small of Seokjin’s back. The spicy scent of cinnamon covered peaches is so strong that Yoongi can’t taste it in the back of his throat. His tongue suddenly feels too big for his mouth and he struggles to control himself as his Alpha claws at his heart.

“So fucking pretty with your little fucking waist.” 

Yoongi drags his nose along the back of Seokjin’s thigh and bites the meaty part of his right cheek. Seokjin inhales sharply and his whole body shakes, the wet spot on his panties growing larger right before Yoongi’s eyes. Licking his lips, Yoongi reaches up and traces the white lace with his fingertips. 

“Tell me ‘mega, do you want my mouth here-” Yoongi ghosts his fingers over the soaked patch of fabric, hardly applying any pressure to Seokjin’s leaking core, “or here?” Yoongi slides his fingers to the front of Seokjin’s panties, following the hardened line of the cocklet that is hidden.

Seokjin’s mind is mush, a puddle of slick and horny thoughts that don’t even make sense to himself. He wants all of Yoongi and in turn he wants to give all of himself away. He will take everything that Yoongi will give and more.

“Will you take everything?” Yoongi’s voice is caught between amusement and wonder; there is a hint of a challenge that makes Seokjin nod his head dumbly.

“W-Want A-Alpha!” 

Yoongi tugs down Seokjin’s panties and inhales deeply, growling as he stares at the puckered hole that releases another glop of slick. It slides down Seokjin’s inner thigh and Yoongi licks it right up, slurping at the sensitive muscle without any warning. Seokjin screams loudly, his voice cracking as he begs for Yoongi to use his tongue and fingers. He wants to, needs to come. He can feel the heat pooling in his stomach, alighting every since nerve and blood vessels aflame as his mind chants alpha, alpha, alpha!

Yoongi gorges himself on the feast before him. His tongue can hardly reach deep enough inside of Seokjin, so he uses two fingers to milk the omega, making his hands and face sticky with slick. Seokjin is a sobbing mess, begging for release and demanding that Yoongi make him come at least twice on his tongue alone. It is a challenge that Yoongi takes to heart. Having had his fill for now of Seokjin’s slick, Yoongi twirls Seokjin around and grins devilishly at the perfect mouthful of cock before him. Omegas are never more than three inches and Seokjin is an easy two, he rests nicely against Yoongi’s tongue as he sucks him dry.

By the time Yoongi has pulled two releases from Seokjin, the elder male is a shaking sobbing mess of spit, slick and cum. He’s sweaty and marked up, his skin flushed with bite marks from Yoongi being unable to control himself. Such a pretty sight and all for Yoongi’s eyes only. Standing behind Seokjin, Yoongi peppers kisses to the base of Seokjin’s neck and massages his hips with his strong hands. Seokjin melts into the touch, the body heat welcoming against the coolness of the desk.

Yoongi fists the base of his length and glides the tip between Seokjin’s cheeks, collecting slick to make the slide inside easier, though Yoongi is sure there will be no resistance. He made sure to prepare Seokjin for what he has between his legs. Yoongi isn’t one to brag but his knot is massive and what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth. Seokjin reaches back with sweaty fingers and grabs at Yoongi’s arm, his finger slipping twice before Yoongi places his hand overtop the back of Seokjin’s and laces their fingers together.

“Easy, darling.”

Yoongi pushes himself forward and the head of his cock presses against the wet ring of muscles before it gives way. He slips in with no resistance until his hips press into Seokjin’s ass. Seokjin moans loudly, the air punched from his lungs as his body spasms to make room for Yoongi. Yoongi gives Seokjin a little time to adjust to his size before he pulls back, the drag of him against the velvety walls makes Seokjin cry out. His hand squeezes Yoongi’s tightly as sweat gathers at his brow. 

“F-Fuck! Yesssss!” Seokjin’s voice is warped, a mix between a whine and a purr. It makes Yoongi’s stomach clench and his alpha howls once more. Yoongi stares down at where their bodies are connected. His cock gleams in the low lighting of the room, wet and shiny with the omega’s slick that squelches loudly in his ears. Loud moans, breathy ‘oh’ and half whined ‘mores’ echo in the air and merge with the rhythmic smacking of Yoongi’s pelvis against Seokjin’s ass and thighs. His fingers dig into Seokjin’s hips, holding the omega in place as Yoongi growls, his chest rumbling with pride as Seokjin falls apart before him.

“S-Sound so pretty Omega,” Yoongi groans, licking over his canines that have sharpened at the sight of the omega’s bared neck. “Taking Alpha so good,” Yoongi slides a hand up the length of Seokjin’s arm, over his shoulder and tangles his fingers in the honey brown hair at the nape of his neck. “Always knew you would open so prettily.” 

Tugging on Seokjin’s hair, Yoongi makes the older man’s back arch more and he sinks deeper in the wet warmth that is Seokjin. Seokjin mewls, his words nothing more than babble as he begs for more, drooling all over the desk beneath him as Yoongi fucks him good and hard. The white of his shirt is damp with his sweat, the material now translucent as it sticks to his skin and catches the precum that dribbles from his cocklet.

A strong hand wraps around his tiny cock and Seokjin’s whole body shutters as Yoongi starts to tease the weeping tip. Yoongi hums in appreciation and tugs on Seokjin’s hair more, forcing the omega’s body to lift from the desk. Seokjin is quick to grab onto Yoongi’s forearms, holding himself up before he can fall. His back is arched as far as it can go, his neck is exposed to Yoongi, his gums throbbing and teeth itching to sink into the tender flesh and claim Seokjin as his own.

Turning his head slightly, Yoongi licks a fat wet strip up the side of Seokjin’s neck, right over the swollen scent gland and his eyes flash red. The sweetest fruit, fresh and ripe, juicy and light is a heavy nectar on Yoongi’s tongue as he drowns himself in Seokjin’s peach scent. It’s warmer, fuller with hints of cinnamon, like peach cobbler. Yoongi’s inner wolf is feral, howling at the alpha to claim his mate once and for all.

“Alpha! A-Alpha please!” Seokjin cries with tears in the corners of his eyes. 

Yoongi knows what the omega is asking for but he wants him to say it. He wants to hear the words, he wants Seokjin to beg. Yoongi chuckles something between a growl and a laugh as Seokjin tightens around his cock.

“Please what, Omega? Tell Alpha what you want.” 

Seokjin grits his teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead as he tries to catch his breath. Yoongi is rearranging his insides, carving a place for only him; ruining him for anyone else. Yoongi’s grip on his cocklet is teasing as he covers it with his whole fist and Seokjin can feel himself getting closer to his release. He needs Yoongi’s knot, and wants his bite!

“K-Knot me! O-Oh…f-fuck, mark me!”

Yoongi’s mouth waters and he sucks at Seokjin’s scent gland, drinking down the sweet peach as his knot swells at the base. Seokjin’s whole body is on the brink of falling off the edge, Yoongi just needs to push him a little farther. Opening his mouth wider, Yoongi grunts as he thrusts harshly into Seokjin, his knot popping deep inside. Seokjin screams as Yoongi’s teeth sink into the side of his neck, breaking the skin around his scent gland.

Blood floods Yoongi’s mouth and he comes with a growl deep in his chest, vibrating against Seokjin’s back as the omega sags against him. Seokjin comes, squirting around Yoongi’s cock and dribbling in his hand. It’s messy; wet and hot as the room fills with the scent of both the alpha and omega mixed together. Yoongi licks at the mark on Seokjin’s neck, closing the wound with his saliva easily before he kisses the newly formed mating mark. He noses at the wet skin and hums in delight as Seokjin’s body presses harder into his.

“Easy, ‘mega,” Yoongi whispers as he lowers the both of them into the chair behind him. Seokjin sits in his lap, spent and happy. Soft purrs rumble in his throat as he starts to scent Yoongi’s neck, his nose pressing into the flushed scent gland and Yoongi cranes his neck to give Seokjin more access.

“Mark me. Go head, baby.”

Yoongi encourages, scratching at the nape of Seokjin’s neck before he rests his hand fully on the sweaty skin. Seokjin sniffs and licks at the skin, his purrs growing in volume as smoked thyme sits in his throat. He sinks his teeth into Yoongi’s neck, applying more force to break the skin with his own blunt canines. Something warm wraps around their minds, a silk soft link, stronger than iron that binds the two of them together.

Yoongi nuzzles his cheek against Seokjin’s forehead, purring deeply before he presses a kiss to Seokjin’s sweaty hair. He looks at the mess that is his desk, paper thrown about, wet spots here and there; of what? Yoongi isn’t fully sure but he doesn’t care. It is a mess to worry about later.

As if reading his mind, Seokjin looks at the desk and pouts to which Yoongi kisses his new mating mark softly before he speaks.

“We can clean up once my knot goes down.”

“Stay with me?” Seokjin whispers and Yoongi huffs a deep sigh as he wraps an arm around Seokjin’s waist, making sure not to get the omega’s cum on his bare skin. He wipes his hand on Seokjin’s black pants and laughs as Seokjin whines in disgust.

Seokjin takes a deep breath and his brows furrow, “Yoongi?” 

“Yes?”

“The window was open.”

Yoongi’s lips split into a smile and he nuzzles his nose against Seokjin’s temple, “Wanted everyone to hear that you're mine.”

Seokjin stands in the middle of his shared closet with Yoongi, grumbling to himself as he struggles to button the tan trousers that hang on his hips. Lately, Seokjin has noticed that a lot of his more form fitting clothing isn’t as easy to put on. Seokjin thinks over the last few days and a frown slowly starts to form on his face. He has random cravings throughout the week, mostly kimchi jjigae or fried chicken, two meals that he tries not to eat all the time.

Now that he thinks about it, he has eaten fried chicken at least four times this week and has had kimchi jjigae twice a day. Seokjin stares down at his stomach and clicks his tongue, he always gets cravings when his heat is near.

Seokjin chews on the inside of his cheek as he tries to mentally track when his heat will hit. As he does the math in his head, Seokjin feels his blood run cold. If his math is right (it is), he should have had his heat sometime last month. Seokjin’s heat is never late and he would have noticed sooner but time moves differently with his mate. When Yoongi is near Seokjin, it is as if time doesn’t exist or it simply forgets about them. They are in their own world when with each other and nothing else matters. 

Kicking out of his pants, Seokjin rushes over to the full length mirror and turns to the side. He stares at himself, hard, scrutinizing every inch of himself as he looks up and down. He squints his eyes as he focuses on his stomach, it doesn’t look any different, there is no baby bump and truthfully he doesn’t feel any different. Besides the cravings, Seokjin feels perfectly fine.

He shakes his head and dismisses the whole idea. Maybe having a mate has changed his body’s chemistry? Maybe his heat and Yoongi’s rut are linked through the mating bond? Seokjin is sure he has read about that happening to other mated couples before online.

“What are you doing, darling?” 

Seokjin startles from the sudden appearance of Yoongi in the mirror. He is so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the alpha approaching. Seokjin’s ears burn bright and he crosses his arms over his stomach, hiding his stomach and looking down at the floor while he digs his sock-covered toes into the plush area rug beneath him. Yoongi watches his mate in the mirror and raises one of his perfectly plucked eyebrows.

“I asked a question, ‘mega.”

Seokjin chews on his bottom lip and glances up into the mirror, looking at Yoongi’s reflection from underneath his lashes.

“N-Nothing…”

“You say nothing-” Yoongi steps into the walk-in closet, closing the distance with each step forward, “and yet, you look guilty of something.”

His arms wrap around Seokjin’s waist, his hands resting on top of Seokjin’s arm. The way he thumbs at the skin on Seokjin’s wrist, pulls his scent out little by little. Yoongi hums as he skims his nose along the back of Seokjin’s shoulder, up the length of his neck before he presses a sweet kiss the raised skin of Seokjin’s scent gland. Seokjin whimpers, feeling the dampness of Yoongi’s lips. He must have just licked them or applied a balm.

Yoongi flicks his tongue out to tease the gland and his body tenses, Seokjin can hear his blood rushing behind his ears as his heart pounds harshly against his ribcage. He wonders if Yoongi can feel it too? Another quick lick to Seokjin’s scent gland makes him shiver in Yoongi’s arms and goosebumps rise on his skin. Yoongi spins Seokjin around so that they are facing each other, his eyes are ruby red, his fangs are elongated, poking out over his bottom lip as he frowns.

Seokjin looks away, giving his attention to the empty spot on the wall. Now that he’s looking at it, Seokjin is sure that he could find a nice piece of artwork to hang there. Keeping himself distracted, Seokjin ignores the way Yoongi huffs in annoyance before the alpha’s hands trail to the front of his stomach. Seokjin growls defensively and Yoongi snarls, his lips curling up to show his fangs even more. Seokjin's eyes bleed blue, submissive and frozen as Yoongi squats down in front of him. 

“Y-Yoongi-”

Seokjin can’t get his words out, his thoughts are cut off by the harshness at which Yoongi pushes his hands away from his stomach. The air is cool, bitingly so as it washes over his exposed stomach. The fabric of his shirt now balled tightly in Yoongi’s fists. The tip of Yoongi’s nose is warm, so soothing and safe as it presses into the hollow of Seokjin’s navel. Yoongi inhales deeply, the air rushing over Seokjin’s skin as Yoongi breathes him in.

There is the faintest trace of heavy cream splashed over warmed spiced peaches. His nose trails drown the darkened curls of belly hair until the scent of heavy cream is stronger; just a few inches to the left of Seokjin’s happy trail. Yoongi growls, low in his chest, it’s not a threat. The vibration skins into Seokjin’s bones and turns him to mush. He sinks into Yoongi’s arms, a puddle of honey goo, eyes still blue as he purrs against Yoongi’s neck.

Tiny kitten licks to Yoongi’s scent gland, mixed with the heavy cream makes the alpha inside Yoongi wag its tail and run in circles. His mate is pupped! Seokjin is in fact pregnant.

It’s midday, the sun is high in the sky and there is a humid breeze that refuses to break. Music, splash and shouting fills the outside air. Yoongi is hosting a pool party to show face with the next chief commissioner. The guy is easy enough to put on Yoongi’s payroll but it doesn’t hurt to show him and his friends a little of the sweet life to cement the deal. Yoongi is dressed in a pair of black swim trunks that stop just above his knees. His black flip flops are tucked neatly under a chair with a black and gold towel hung over the back. He sits at the edge of the pool, his feet submerged midway up his calves with a glass of champagne in his hand.

The people around him are drinking and laughing, having a good time as the waitstaff walk around with refreshments and hors d'oeuvres. In the pool, the terror twins (Jungkook and Taehyung) are playing a game of chicken with Hoseok and Jimin. Namjoon is currently out of the house with Seokjin. The older omega doesn’t have a bathing suit that fits and as much as Yoongi wanted him to wear one of his shirts, Seokjin insisted that he get something to wear. Namjoon, being the only one who didn’t change into his swimwear yet, went with Seokjin and they were gone for a little over an hour.

“Master Min?” 

Yoongi looks up when one of the waitstaff offers him a selection of orange or orange pineapple mimosas. Yoongi switches out his glass for the orange pineapple mimosa and nods his head in thanks. Sipping at the sweet drink, Yoongi lifts his face towards the sun and sighs; it really is a beautiful day. 

In the distance a phone rings and Haeun wipes her hands on her apron before she answers the landline.

“Min residence. Haeun speaking, how may I direct your call?” 

“Haeun!” Namjoon’s voice spills from the speakers in a panic. “Haeun! Y-You have to tell Yoongi it’s time!”

“Time? Time for what, Master Namjoon?”

“Seokjin’s water broke!”

“Oh!” Haeun’s eyes widen at the news and she tells Namjoon to text the hospital information to Yoongi’s phone before she hangs up and rushes out the back door. “Master Min! Master Min!”

Haeun is out of breath by the time she reaches Yoongi’s side. He is staring at her with worried eyes, his scent burning as the rest of his pack members swim over to his side of the pool. 

“I-It’s Master Jin!”

“Spit it out, Haeun!” Yoongi snaps, his eyes bleeding red as his wolf starts to creep to the surface.

“The baby! The baby is coming!”

Yoongi’s blood freezes and it feels like all the warmth in the world has slipped away. He stares up at Haeun with unseeing eyes. His ears are suddenly muffled by cotton or maybe he has fallen under the water? It’s hard to understand anything but the cold touch of Hoseok’s hand on his shoulder pulls Yoongi from whatever headspace he fell into.

“Come on man! You’re bout to be a dad!!”

“We’ll handle things here and meet you at the hospital,” Jimin informs Yoongi as Taehyung and Jungkook start to round up the people in the pool.

Yoongi nods his head and allows for Hoseok and Haeun to pull him into the house to throw on a change of clothes. A simple pair of black slacks, tucks a white t-shirt into it and throws a black oversized jacket with a pair of low dunk black and white Nikes. His hair is still wet from the pool and hangs in his eyes but Yoongi doesn’t care. He jumps into the passenger seat of Hoseok’s car and the two of them take off towards the hospital that Namjoon texted him the address to. 

Traffic is backed up, bumper to bumper and Yoongi is on the phone with a crying Seokjin. The omega is in pain and distressed because Yoongi isn’t by his side. Namjoon’s voice is heard in the background but Seokjin snaps at Namjoon, telling the alpha not to touch him unless he wants to lose a few fingers. 

“I know darling, alpha will be there soon. Hang in there.”

“A-Alpha it hurts!”

Seokjin’s tears clog his throat and he struggles to breathe as the pup slowly makes its way down, down, down. He wants Yoongi, he wants his alpha, now! From his phone Namjoon hacks the light system and gives green lights the whole way to the hospital. Most of the traffic isn’t going Yoongi’s way, so it soon clears up and Hoseok reaches the hospital in a little over forty minutes. 

Yoongi rushes into the hospital and walks right past the security detail that Namjoon has set up around the delivery room. A nurse helps Yoongi get disinfected and dressed into a set of scrubs before he enters the delivery room. Seokjin is screaming, refusing to deliver the pup, his eyes are bright blue, and his teeth are sharper than normal.

Yoongi growls low in his throat, smoked thyme flooding the room and making Seokjin’s whole body fall lax. From Seokjin’s side, Namjoon gives Yoongi a thankful smile and hurries out of the room with a quick, “Good luck, Hyungs.” 

Yoongi takes his place beside Seokjin, offering the omega his hand to hold. The doctors ask if Seokjin would like any pain medicine and he agrees, now feeling safe enough to let himself be put under the influence of medical drugs. His alpha is by his side, Yoongi will not let anything happen to him or their pup.

“Ready, darling?” 

Seokjin whimpers with a nod of his head and Yoongi kisses his sweaty temple. 

“I’m right here. Alpha is right here with you.”

The doctor gets in between Seokjin’s legs that are raised on a set of stirrups and nods his head.

“Let’s deliver a healthy pup!”

In the waiting room, Hoseok sits with his ankles crossed while Namjoon paces back and forth. This is going to be the first pack pup and Seokjin wanted to keep the gender unknown until the birth. Of course everyone made bets on the gender but right now, the pack is hoping for a healthy pup, no matter the gender. A half hour in, the rest of the pack walks into the hospital and finds their way to the VIP floor where Hoseok and Namjoon are waiting.

“Any news?” Taehyung questions, his face flushed from running up all the flight of steps.

“Last we heard, Seokjin was only four centimeters dilated…whatever that means,” Hoseok informs and Namjoon opens his mouth to answer but the doors to the delivery room open and an older female comes out with a large smile on her face. 

“The Min pack?” 

“That’s us,” Jimin states, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Taehyung and Jungkook both grab hold of his hands and lace their fingers together to keep the shorter omega from bouncing too much.

“The pack omega is healthy as is the pup. Your pack alpha wanted me to inform you that the maknaes won the bet.”

The doctor leaves and the waiting room is silent. Everyone just stares at the three youngest and Jimin breaks down in tears.

“It’s a girl!” He sobs happily, just picturing all the cute outfits he can buy for the pack pup.

Yoongi stands in the doorway of the nursery, his eyes are soft, his face relaxed as he stares at the sleeping omega in the rocking chair. Seokjin is sound asleep, his head tilted to one shoulder as he snores gently. A basket of unfolded baby clothing sits beside Seokjin on the side table while a pair of pink tights rests in Seokjin’s lap. Yoongi doesn’t stop the smile that takes over his face, his mate is too cute. Such a perfect omega, made for him and his pup.

Yoongi steps into the room and peaks into the crib, where his pup, Miyoung sleeps soundly. Her features are a mix of himself and Seokjin. She has Seokjin’s full lips and happy eyes while Yoongi’s button nose and face structure stand out. She is a chunky baby, all rolls and happy coos. At three months old, Yoongi can’t be any more in love. As he stares down at his pup, Miyoung’s face scrunches up and she does a big stretch in her sleep before she farts loudly. 

Yoongi’s eyes widen at the sound, his nose twists at the sour smell. Miyoung’s lips start to twitch and Yoongi reaches down into the crib. He scoops his daughter into his arms and gags. The pup smells worse than the foulest of scents. Yoongi isn’t sure why she smells this way, he is pretty sure that babies shouldn’t smell worse than spoiled milk.

Miyoung opens her eyes, already wet with unshed tears and Yoongi smiles down at her. He strokes her chubby cheek with a finger and brings her close to nuzzle his nose into the crook of her neck.

“Hello, babygirl.”

Yoongi keeps his tone soft, so that he doesn’t wake Seokjin from his mid afternoon nap. Laying the baby down on the changing table, Yoongi tries his best to make quick work of changing Miyoung’s diaper. The little girl is a wiggle worm and somehow her foot goes right into the dirty diaper making Yoongi frown. He reaches for another wipe to clean Miyoung’s foot and as he pulls his hand back, she kicks her foot out and catches the back of Yoongi’s hand.

“Miyoung,” Yoongi sighs as he grimaces. The warmth and the squish on his skin is not a pleasant feeling. 

“You’re getting poop everywhere.”

Yoongi glances over his shoulder to see that Seokjin is awake and watching him with laughing eyes. Yoongi feels heat attack his face and he turns back around to finish cleaning and changing Miyoung. Holding the baby in his arms, Yoongi turns to face his mate and Seokjin is now on his feet, rubbing his eyes.

“Did we wake you?” 

Seokjin shakes his head at Yoongi’s question and yawns, “My tits hurt and I need to pump.”

Yoongi looks at the watch on his wrist and sees that it is time for Miyoung’s feeding. Walking over towards Seokjin, Yoongi easily gathers the bag that holds most of Seokjin’s breastfeeding supplies and equipment. He rocks Miyoung from side to side while Seokjin sets himself up to pump. He leaves his left side untouched and Yoongi understands that Miyoung will drink straight from the nipple.

“Okay, hand her over.”

As Yoongi hands his daughter to the awaiting omega he can’t help but pout, “It’s not fair.”

“Mmm?” Seokjin pays Yoongi little mind as he tugs down the collar of his shirt to feed Miyoung.

“Why can’t I help you?”

Miyoung latches onto Seokjin’s puffy nipple easily and starts to suckle, her tiny hand fisting the material of Seokjin’s shirt.

“What are you talking about Yoon? You help me.”

Yoongi drops to his knees in front of Seokjin and makes room for himself between his omega’s 

thighs. Seokjin stares down at him and gulps; the scent of spiced peaches tickles Yoongi’s nose. Yoongi’s hands are large and warm as they rest on Seokjin’s hips and massage the soft skin. He lets his fingers work their magic, not once taking his eyes off of Seokjin’s. Leaning in, Yoongi kisses the scarred skin of Seokjin’s tummy and licks at the stretch marks. 

“I wanna taste too, ‘mega.”

Seokjin inhales a shaky breath, between the look in Yoongi’s eyes and his words, Seokjin feels feverish. He has never thought of Yoongi drinking from him but now that the idea is in his mind, the imagery is tempting. Yoongi smiles up at Seokjin, looking at him through his lashes, looking very much like a cat that got the cream…or is about to get the cream. Seokjin sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and nods his head quickly, two times. Yoongi wastes no time in removing the pump from Seokjin’s chest and quickly attacking his lips to the flushed and puffy nipple. 

The milk is sweet and coats Yoongi’s tongue like honey. It sprays into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat and making him moan as he swallows mouthful after mouthful. He doesn’t have to suck very hard, the constant stream of milk seems never ending and Yoongi wonders if this is what Seokjin means by a let down. He continues to massage Seokjin’s hips, rutting his hips against the edge of the rocking chair as his length hardens in his slacks. 

Seokjin bites his lip to keep from moaning. The way Yoongi drinks from him feels amazing, it’s a relief that Miyoung and the pump don’t fully give him. Yoongi is able to draw more from him and he applies just the right amount of pressure to help guild the milk flow. Seokjin sighs as he relaxes fully into the rocking chair and looks down at his two loves. He can feel the way Yoongi is humping against the rocking chair, it takes all of Seokjin’s will to not tease the needy alpha in front of him. The warmth from Yoongi’s hands and mouth is soothing; it makes a need bubble in Seokjin’s stomach that wasn’t there before.

“I-I think that’s enough.”

Seokjin pushes Yoongi’s face away from his chest gently, not wanting to jostle Miyoung. Yoongi allows for Seokjin to push him away and when he looks up at the omega, Seokjin’s face is flushed. There is a bead of white on Yoongi’s lower lip and as he licks it, he moans softly, not once taking his eyes from Seokjin’s.

“How can you taste so good, nae sarang?” Yoongi slowly rises to his feet and Seokjin can see the bulge in his pants. “Everything about you is delectable,” he inhales deeply and his eyes flash red as spiced peaches sting his nose, “should I eat something else?” 

Yoongi sits in the kitchen, eating a salad while scrolling on his phone. He has a flight to catch soon, Jungkook should be here any moment to pick him up. The sound of meaty skin slapping against the tiled floor at a quickening rate catches Yoongi’s attention and he glances at the doorway. A curl mop of dark brown hair, pulled into two space buns catches Yoongi’s eyes and he smiles. Miyoung has found him and is speeding his way. Setting his phone down, Yoongi turns in the chair, watching as his little pup crawls into the kitchen, dressed in a cute sunshine yellow onesies with white and clouds and daisy printed all over it.

Her gummy smile is identical to Yoongi’s and she squeals in delight at the sight of her Appa. Miyoung crawls faster, giggling when Seokjin’s shout of surprise sounds from somewhere in the home. Yoongi smirks as his daughter grabs onto the leg of the chair and pulls herself up. Her tiny hand fists his pants and tug while babbling about her great escape.

“Listen here you little Houdini,” Yoongi starts as he scoops Miyoung up into his arms and sets her on the table tops, “you’re going to give your daddy a heart attack one of these days.”

Miyoung pays Yoongi’s words no mind as she reaches out and grabs his nose with her tiny hand. Yoongi huffs a laugh and wiggles his nose back and forth making Miyoung giggle wildly. Her hand falls to his lips and he presses a million little kisses to her palm. Seokjin comes into the kitchen minutes later, having followed the sounds of Miyoung’s laughter. Seokjin’s brown hair is messy, a mix of curls and waves. Some of it hangs in his eyes creating a soft curtain that makes him look much younger than he really is.

“Baby,” Seokjin scolds lightly as he walks into the kitchen and Miyoung looks at him with wide, wet eyes. “You’re too fast for Daddy. We were supposed to see Appa together.”

The whine in Seokjin’s voice makes Yoongi snort and he picks Miyoung up from the table to hold her in his arms. Their cheeks squish together and they both smile at Seokjin who just shakes his head with the fondest of smiles on his face. 

“You got your Appa, huh?” Seokjin grins as Miyoung turns her head and gums at Yoongi’s cheek, slobbering all over him.

Yoongi’s phone chimes as a car horn honks from outside. Standing with Miyoung in his arms, Yoongi shoves his phone into his back pocket and offers his hand for Seokjin’s to hold. Together the family of three head to the front door and Yoongi slips his feet into a pair of black shiny shoes. Opening the door, Yoongi turns to face Seokjin who waves at Jungkook who is standing outside of the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

“Be safe okay?” Seokjin whispers as Yoongi pulls him into a kiss. Their noses brush against each other as Yoongi scents Seokjin and he does the same to Miyoung who is holding onto his shirt tightly. 

“I love you so much.” Yoongi pecks Miyoung’s forehead and carefully hands her over to Seokjin. He looks at his mate and kisses his lips once more. “I will text you the moment I touch down. I won’t be gone for more than four days, five at the most. Hoseok will take my place if there are any issues.”

Seokjin nods his head and grabs Miyoung’s hand, “Say bye-bye Appa!”

Miyoung lets Seokjin wave her hand and she smiles wildly at Yoongi, “A-Aaaaappa!”

Seokjin squawks loudly, almost crushing Miyoung in the tightest of hugs while Yoongi’s chest swells with pride. Reaching out he steals Miyoung and cuddles her tightly in his chest. 

“Appa loves you pup. I love you so, so much.” He scents her once more and puckers his lips out to which Miyoung gives him a super wet kiss. 

[rainbowsuitcase]

BTS Hurt/Comfort Fest

A fest which recently finished, full of lovely Hurt/Comfort fics. Find all works here and I've allowed myself to pull out some of my favorites.

Vines & Valentines by blueandgrey7 - Namjoon x Jungkook, 13K, E - Flower Shop AU, Flower Language, Light Angst

Botanist Jungkook loves helping his customers pick out just the right flowers, but he hates working on Valentine's Day. Every year, he takes a couple day to avoid it, until this year, when Jimin calls in at the last minute and Jungkook has no choice but to work the dreaded holiday. And to make matters worse, his long-time crush Namjoon comes in to buy a bouquet, only adding to his misery.

so much at stake by caprikoya - Seokjin x Yoongi, 12K, T - Modern with Magic, Vampires, Insomnia, Found Family

Yoongi is turned into a vampire against his will and is having trouble adjusting to the change. Seokjin tries to show him that being undead doesn't mean he's not alive.

I hold your thoughts; and you, my heart by im_chel_c - Yoongi x Hoseok, 15K, T - Mind Reading, Angst, Happy Ending

Yoongi can read minds and because of that, it's hard to believe that a popular guy like Hoseok would like him.

Polar Night by vera_ba - Jimin x Jungkook, 19K, E (for blood and violence, not smut) - Werewolf x Hunter, Major Character Injury, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

What happens when a werewolf hunter comes across an injured omega that he simply cannot bring himself to kill?

[yooboobies]

i think about them a lot...:') [cr. 0613data]

[koofishy]

Yoonjin AU fanfic

Seokjin is excited to go to school.

The alarm clock goes off with a loud rattle and 7-year-old Seokjin's eyes snap open, dreams and tiredness slipping away from them instantly.

He jumps out of bed, pulling on the clothes he prepared the day before, then rushes to the bathroom.

His brother, barely awake, is already there, trying to wash the sleep from his eyes. He gives Seokjin an incredulous look.

"How are you so... alive?," he mumbles. "Second grade is not that exciting, you should calm down..."

Seokjin ignores him in favor of washing his face and giving himself a wink with a finger gun in the mirror. Then, he goes for breakfast.

His mom watches in concern as he gobbles down the food, not even chewing it properly.

"Slow down, little one, before you choke!," she warns.

Seokjin nods hastily and swallows a huge bite, to his mom's horror. Before she can say anything else, he jumps up from his seat and runs up to her.

"I'm going now. See you after school, mom! I love you!"

He gives her a hug and a quick kiss and bolts out the door.

Then he runs back. He suddenly seems unsure, shifting from one foot to the other, pulling on his little shirt.

"Do I look okay?"

His mother frowns.

"Of course you do, honey. You look great. Very handsome. But why-"

"Nothing, just asking!," Seokjin says quickly. "Bye!"

And he's gone again, for real this time.

His mother can only stare after him in confusion.

"Have a nice day," she mutters even though he can't hear her.

It's unusual to see Seokjin so happy to go to school. He wasn't like this last year, but this enthusiasm is a nice change.

Seokjin is panting by the time he reaches the school building. The tiny, wilted dandelion he picked from a nearby patch of grass looks miserable in his small hand, but he holds it with determination.

He goes inside, walks down the corridor, and enters the classroom.

Some kids are already there, chattering and playing with each other. Seokjin pays no mind to them. His sole focus is on the desk in the last row.

He takes a deep breath, and approaches it.

The small boy sitting there looks up curiously when Seokjin stops in front of him.

He's little, even shorter than Seokjin. He has dark hair and dark eyes and looks a bit like a cat. Seokjin thinks that's cool.

He's also very quiet.

He's in the first grade, so he doesn't know the other kids yet, hasn't made many friends. He just sits alone in the back of the class.

Seokjin has wanted to go up to him since the first day, but only found the courage now.

He clears his throat, shuffling on his feet.

"Hi," he says to the boy.

"Hi," the boy says back, not really looking at Seokjin. He seems shy.

Seokjin's little heart wobbles as he extends his hand towards him.

"I brought this for you."

The boy's eyes widen as he looks at the dandelion on Seokjin's palm. He looks like he wants to reach for it, but then holds himself back.

"Really?," he asks, unsure.

Seokjin nods.

"Yes," he gulps. "Do you like it?"

The boy stares at the flower for a few moments. Then, carefully, he reaches out and takes it from Seokjin.

He stares at it some more in his own hand, holding it like it's something very important.

And then...

He looks up at Seokjin.

And Seokjin's heart doesn't just wobble anymore. It jumps.

Because the boy has the most prettiest smile on his face. His pink gums are showing and his eyes are turning into tiny crescent moons.

"I really like it," he says. Then, he adds: "I'm Yoongi."

Seokjin can fel his ears burning red.

"Hi Yoongi," he says. He's smiling wide too, feeling light and bubbly. "Nice to meet you!"

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The alarm clock goes off with a loud rattle and 37-year-old Seokjin's eyes snap open, dreams and tiredness slipping away from them instantly.

He jumps out of bed, pulling on the clothes he prepared the day before, then rushes to the bathroom.

He gets ready quickly, washing his face and giving himself a wink with a finger gun in the mirror.

He gobbles down breakfast, barely chewing it properly. He cleans the plates after that, and the other set of utensils left on the table.

He brushes his teeth, and puts the toothbrush next to the other one after he's done.

Then, he bolts out the door.

He comes back after a second to check himself in the mirror. He pulls his shirt down a little, sets his hair.

"Handsome," he concludes.

Then, he's gone for real.

He's panting by the time he reaches the school building. The colorful bouquet looks a little frazzled in his hand, but he holds it with determination.

He goes inside, walks down the corridor, and enters the teachers' room.

Some people are there already, chattering and copying papers. They greet him and he nods back with a friendly smile, but doesn't pay much attention to them.

His sole focus is on the desk in the adjacent room.

He knocks on the open door but goes in without waiting for an answer.

The man behind the table looks up at him curiously. There's a smile, barely noticeable, in the corner of his mouth and in the twinkle in his eyes.

Seokjin's heart jumps.

"Good morning, Mr Principal," he says, stopping in front of the desk. He brings forward the flowers with a theatrical flourish. "I brought these for you. I hope you'll like them."

The man rolls his eyes fondly and stands up from his seat, walking around the table.

"You shouldn't have," he mumbles, taking the bouquet from Seokjin and smelling the flowers with a soft smile. "But thank you. I love them."

Seokjin grins. He feels light and bubbly.

"I hope you'll like what I planned for dinner, too. We have to celebrate your first week as the boss!"

Yoongi looks up from the flowers.

He's still shorter than Seokjin, but he's gotten broad. His hair longer, too, his stance more sure.

He's still quiet, but when he talks, it's with confidence and respect. And he jokes around as well, makes friends of colleagues easily. They love him.

Seokjin loves him, too. Very very much. And he knows the feeling's mutual.

Yoongi's dark eyes soften as he looks at him. His gaze is tender, full of warmth. He steps closer, hand reaching out to cup Seokjin's face, and holds it like it's something very important.

And he smiles.

It's the most beautiful thing in the world. His pink gums peak out and his eyes turn into crescent moons.

He caresses Seokjin's cheek gently. His touch leaves behind a pink hue, and Seokjin can feel his ears burning.

"Can't wait," Yoongi says sweetly and Seokjin smiles.

The matching bands on their fourth finger glint in the lights.

[nervouscupcakeinspace]

BTS FIC RECS (PART 11)

GEN

safer in the shadows (part of the queer introspections series) by nitilia 

Yoongi doesn’t particularly like much of anything in this building. But the pay is good, so he keeps his head down, he keeps his insides dead, he keeps himself smothered so that no one ever figures out what he is. It’s hard, but it’s worth it. It’s better than being seen.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

almost home. by kattyl

Namjoon swallows nervously before he manages to speak, “Where were you?" "I was busy."

Drown in You by creambunkoo *

The way Namjoon holds him open so he can stare — even that small touch, the gentle pressure of his hyung's thumbs — is a dizzying kind of pleasure. Jungkook feels himself clenching up helplessly and wonders if Namjoon can tell. "Pretty," Namjoon says in a deep voice, right as Jungkook is blurting out, "I- I'm gonna come." Jungkook wakes up one morning with a pussy, overwhelmed by how sensitive he is, and when Namjoon walks in on him, Jungkook asks his hyung for help. 'Help' that Namjoon is more than happy to give.

sing me like a bible hymn by raplinelover * (WIP )

Jungkook is the perfect son, altar boy and Christian. Then Kim Namjoon walks into his life.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin

Metamorphic by Hermit_Hanes *

A series of unusual murders and abductions has shaken Seoul. Rookie detective Jungkook intends to bring those responsible to justice. He gets too close.

tying you to me by anpanmoon  *

Jungkook, servant of Cupid, is called to deal with a soulmate emergency. Seokjin happens to be wrapped up in it.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

For You, For Sure by deepslowpanic *

“Jungkook is angry that he couldn’t control himself. He feels like he took advantage of you.” The way Jimin frowns makes Yoongi’s chest ache. “He thinks you hate him.” “He didn't, I don’t hate him,” Yoongi blurts. “It wasn’t his fault.” “We know, hyung,” Hoseok says carefully. “And Jungkook knows that. But it doesn’t matter.” He glances at Jimin before turning back to Yoongi. “He almost bit you.” A shiver travels down Yoongi’s spine and he swallows hard. “You mean like -” “Yes.” Hoseok doesn't break eye contact. “A mating bite.” -OR- When Yoongi’s suppressants fail unexpectedly, he goes into preheat at a group game night. Jungkook is so affected by Yoongi’s scent he nearly bites him before they’re pulled apart. This isn’t exactly how Yoongi wanted to find out his friend has a crush on him, especially when he’s never thought of Jungkook that way. But when the daze of his heat clears, Jungkook seems to be everywhere Yoongi is, with gifts and smiles and his sweet scent. And maybe Yoongi likes that more than he expected.

loveline by exarite *

Can I call you? Jungkook immediately put his phone down the moment he sent the text, cheeks and neck going hot. // Alpha Min Yoongi and Omega Jeon Jungkook have been arranged to be mated for years now. The day before their mating ceremony, Jungkook calls. He's nervous.

switch it up like? by exarite *

Omega Jeon Jungkook comes from a traditional pack, where the men lead and court and take control. Alpha Min Yoonji also comes from a traditional pack. However, for her, Alphas are on top. Something has to bend or break. Yoonji decides it's going to be Jungkook.

First Light by BornToSolace

All of this is different. Everything has been different so far, and different is good. Different will allow Yoongi to break his vows without himself breaking, or so he hopes. The careful beckoning, the soft pull on his hand, the almost apprehensive look in the man’s eyes that won’t leave Yoongi’s face as he gets taken to the mat, the lips reverently trailing down his neck, his chest, his ribs. It’s different, and as Yoongi closes his eyes, tired of resisting, tired of feeling heavy, he knows he will allow it, that he wants it, whatever it is that is about to happen. -or- With war on the horizon, lonely farmer Yoongi embraces his fate, leaving his front door open for the inevitable. Surprisingly, it’s not war that finds him. It’s him who finds a wounded, taciturn soldier in his kitchen instead. A tale of unexpected second chances, set in Joseon Korea.

get you by qtyoonfi (WIP )

Yoongi broke up with his longtime ex over a year ago. He thought he'd managed to close that chapter in his life, but his ex's little brother, Jungkook, is stubbornly staying in his life. And that would've been fine. That is if Jungkook wasn't constantly hitting on Yoongi and begging him for a chance.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Where He Belongs by ArianneMaya

Beta Hoseok's body isn't made to take an alpha's knot, and Namjoon is too much of a gentlewolf to pressure him on the matter. Why is it, then, that Hoseok can't stop thinking about it?

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin

Finding Heaven in Hell by ArianneMaya

Hoseok always thought the rules his family imposed on him were silly superstitions: never walk alone at night, never sleep with the window open, never undress in front of a mirror… It all seemed a little ridiculous to him. Until the day the demons kidnap him to offer him as a mate to their king.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga

Signifié by sseoltangie *

Hoseok draws him out with a glint in his eyes and it’s then that Yoongi notices what would be the final nail in his coffin: Hoseok, in perfect opposition to his heart-shaped smile, is a little mean too.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

fevered honey by ellemoonchild

Namjoon was tired of spending his heats alone, but he didn’t have much luck attracting alphas. Maybe it was his ‘bigger than omega average’ size or his overly sweet scent or naturally shy demeanor, but Namjoon just hadn’t found the connection he’d always craved with an alpha. But as he got older his heats became more unbearable to deal with alone… Which was how he found himself at the city's most luxurious and exclusive heat/rut hotel being taken care of by the alpha of his dreams. Min Yoongi was a smaller alpha, with a cute face and intense eyes. A deep voice and big hands and heavy scent that left Namjoon feeling dizzy. He was the perfect choice for a heat partner…but as Yoongi treats Namjoon like he’s always wanted the omega will find it hard to separate his heart from what is meant to be only a business transaction.

A Training Montage by mangust_d *

Namjoon has a big dick. Yoongi can't open his mouth wide. Bored to death with his new office job, Yoongi is ready for a new challenge.

Clarity (part of the The Red Sweatshirt Saga series) by allie (baby_shookys)

“So what, you’re saying I should just jerk it in the bathroom and then get back to work?” Namjoon asks, incredulous, leaning in closer and dropping his voice so low that no one could possibly overhear. Taehyung snorts. “You could. But you don’t have to.” “What do you mean?” “Hyung’s wearing his red sweatshirt today.” or; when Namjoon's struggling with a bit of artistic block, Taehyung suggests that maybe post-nut clarity will help.

A Gentler Kind of Burn by ArianneMaya

Namjoon doesn’t believe it’s possible for a guy (especially him) to come more than once. Yoongi proves him wrong.

Maybe, Perhaps by sseoltangie (27k) *

Yoongi keeps purring around Namjoon. He doesn't think it's a problem. Realising he's in love with his best friend... That might be one.

honeypie by 02_43am

“I think I’m showing.” Namjoon is half-asleep so, when he turns around to look at Yoongi, he can't help but be surprised. Trying not to sound panicked, he points out: “That's a bump.” “Or is the takeout I ordered yesterday?” Yoongi wonders. Pulling his shirt down, he lets his hands wander over his stomach before they cup his lower belly. “Ok, maybe it is a bump.” (or yoongi is pregnant and namjoon has a pregnant yoongi kink).

Little Sugar Cube by mangust_d (18k) *

Yoongi gets pregnant after having bad sex with his friend of thirteen years. He decides to keep the pup, but Namjoon is living his best life and travelling the world while Yoongi's days are filled with prenatal yoga classes and dam dates he didn't ask for. Why should he burden the alpha with something like this? Yoongi holds his breath for a moment, but his body has changed too much, his hair grown too long. Namjoon doesn’t recognise him from behind. Doesn’t smell his own pup growing in Yoongi’s womb. “Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi rasps, turning his head toward the alpha because he needs to see him. He’s vulnerable like this. Hair clipped back, face bare, dressed in white like an innocent maiden.

you can be the boss (daddy) you can be the boss by andlovetoo

“If them calling me daddy makes you uncomfortable I’ll make them stop,” Yoongi tries, rubbing his thumbs over the veins on the back of Namjoon’s hands. “I don’t care why it makes you uncomfortable, I can stop them, they’re just making a stupid joke—.” “It makes me uncomfortable because I want to be the one calling you daddy!” Namjoon says, all in a rush, voice too loud like it gets when he’s nervous. Yoongi blinks.

Five-Star Service by mangust_d  *

Seeking casual rut partners would be too risky for a famous alpha rapper like Kim Namjoon, so he signs up for an upscale rut service online. He picks a doll-faced beta who advertises his ‘exceptional oral skills’, but the polished headshot in the catalogue proves to be false advertisement.

Maid a Fool by mangust_d *

When Namjoon's best friend shows up to a costume party dressed as a maid, he's forced to rethink their entire relationship.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Cat the Anchor by anpanmoon *

Yoongi's son is obsessed with boats. Seokjin happens to have one.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin

Lies & Liability by anpanmoon (WIP - 4k)

Yoongi waved his hand. “You won’t bring shame on your family that easily—as long as you don’t claim every single dance on a Lady’s dance card, that is.” Seokjin laughed loudly. “What an oddly specific thing to say!” OR: Seokjin meets Jimin at a masquerade and falls for his charms immediately, not knowing he'll never be able to call him his.

wish you were instead by yin_moongi

Jimin drapes himself half in Seokjin’s lap and plays with the hem of his t-shirt, runs his fingers along the skin of his side just above his belt. Seokjin thinks: We shouldn’t be doing this in public. Then he thinks: Doing this in public is exactly what we said we were doing.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

Settle My Blood In Forgiveness (part of the Bloodlines (Lead Me Home) series) by yngimint *

"The fledgling is yours to sire now" Taehyung reads the note that he thinks is from his cousin Seokjin and looks back up at the fledgling standing at his doorstep.

when puppies do what puppies do by disillusioned (miscalculated) *

Executed too quickly to retaliate, Yoongi’s free hand is lifted from its resting spot and promptly placed somewhere warm and unmistakably human. Then, Yoongi is looking up from his computer screen just in time to— “Hyung, feel.” His hand is adjusted. “Feel here. No, like,” now Taehyung maneuvers Yoongi’s fingers so that they’re pressed right over the miniature slope of his flexed bicep, “there. That.” Yoongi complies as if on autopilot, bewildered into silence. “That?” he parrots. “Yes,” Taehyung says. * Suddenly and seemingly without reason, Kim Taehyung decides Old and Jaded Min Yoongi is prime mating material.

Min Yoongi | Suga/Min Yoongi | Suga

Distorted Reflection by ArianneMaya

Yoongi’s part in the plan was ridiculously simple: let himself be caught, grab the hidden gun and kill Agust D. Except there is no gun. And Yoongi finds himself at the mercy of his worst enemy.

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

It'll Make You Come Alive by PuppoJiminnie

Yoongi had always been so kind to his owner, Jimin. Not only did he give his unconditional love, but he let Jimin live in his home rent free. But most of all, he blessed Jimin with his body, and if there was one thing Jimin wasn't going to do, it was turn down Yoongi's offering. Even if it was going to make him late to work.

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

Wait For Me In Spring by Arobeebee  (WIP ) *

The gravest of calamities has unexpectedly befallen Omega Jungkook - he is engaged to be married. Desperate to escape the shackles of an unwanted union with an Alpha he has never met, he decides to run away from home in the dead of night to seek shelter with the bonded pack who have already stolen his heart. But in winter comes the storm, and the journey to freedom can often be a treacherous one.

oh no (part of the alpha joonie series) by feraljk

when the all-omega pack decided to buy an alpha, they expected a rough brute of a plaything, not this oversized sweetheart of a puppy now living in their house. or: alpha namjoonie getting the love he deserves

Gallery 7 by mangust_d *

In a society where unmated alphas and omegas are kept separated until an omega is presented to their future mate, special O-galleries serve as a platform to connect nubile omegas with promising matches. OR: The story of how Taehyung sold himself to a rich alpha and accidentally gained five omega nestmates.

Housekeeping by Arobeebee (WIP )

University student and aspiring artist Jungkook, hoping to make a little extra cash over the summer before his senior year, applies for a job as a live-in housekeeper and cook. He was definitely NOT expecting to find himself living in a beautiful mansion with six hot millionaires.

Omega-Dom Seokjin and his pack of subby darlings (series) by Arobeebee  (WIP )

Summary from the first fic: Kookie is having a bad-sad feels sort of day, so of course his doting Omega-hyung will immediately drop everything and rush over to give his soft, tender-hearted subby sweetheart all the love and attention he deserves. (In which Jungkook hasn't officially joined the Kim-pack as a bondmate (not yet, at least), but that doesn't stop him from being one of Seokjin's treasured little darlings.)

Amygdala: A Beta Memoir by HyungLineHeaux 

Amygdala steps into the world of Min Yoongi, who joins an established pack as head beta after personal disaster strikes. There are just a few problems with his newfound family: The six-member pack already has a head beta. And they want nothing to do with each other, let alone him.

Co-ed Bangtan (series) by two_cent_penny (WIP ) *

Summary from the first fic: Jungha wants to help herself to unnies’ bodies.

Those Falling Petals in My Hands by thehoyden *

Jungkook is all ready to back out of the room with Taehyung in tow when he registers what the droning voiceover on the video is saying. “When seeing an alpha through rut for the first time, let’s remember this important acronym—” Jimin stabs the spacebar with one finger to pause the video. “Well,” Taehyung says. “Well, well, well.” Jimin’s face has gone a very attractive pink. “Don’t say a word,” he threatens.

A Twist of Fate by ArianneMaya  (WIP )

After leaving his parents’ den and becoming mysteriously sick, omega Jimin agrees to move out of the city and live with a more traditional pack to get the care he needs to heal. It’s temporary. Or at least, that’s what he thinks.

Fuck The Monarchy by Arobeebee (WIP )

Court sorcerer Namjoon and his loyal allies aim to topple the existing government in an effort to prevent a civil uprising that might destroy the kingdom of Allemuir. Their only hope is innocent, trusting, virgin Prince Jungkook. ((Royalty AU where OT6 woo Jungkook in order to achieve kingdom-wide social reform, but quickly end up falling in love with the sweet, kind-hearted Princeling. Also porn.))

Baby, Don't You Worry by creambunkoo

They get their matching tattoos one-by-one over the summer, after Bangtan announces they're taking a break from group activities. Where 7 boys get 7 tattoos that bind their hearts together more than just symbolically.

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM 

Bide by Tarbek1  (WIP )

Jungkook is an omega who would rather die than be caught. He is exactly what alphas Hoseok and Namjoon have been looking for.

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga 

The Stowaway (part of the Fragile - Please Handle With Care series) by Arobeebee

Jungkook, accused of crimes against the Thurazon government and on the run from bounty hunters, takes refuge in an empty cargo container at a remote trading port, and wakes up in deep-space surrounded by smugglers. Alternatively, the crew of the starship Bangtan find an injured fugitive hidden inside a durasteel crate in their cargo bay, and decide to keep him.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

goldilocks bed and breakfast by macabre

Just three friends moving into a one bedroom apartment. With one bed.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

all in by feraljk

omega camboy jungkook only intended to stream his heat for his favorite patrons, he didn't (fully) expect to get three boyfriends out of it.

standing next to you  (part of the wisteria series) by feraljk (WIP) 

not every traumatized omega turned feral. or: before hoseok, there was jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

conjecture. (series) by kattyl

Summary from the first fic: Taehyung glances at Jungkook out of the corner of his eye and smirks a bit. “Ah. Okay. I get it now,” he says. And then proceeds to say nothing else, withholding the apparent solution to Jungkook’s plight. “Well?” Jungkook throws his hands up, “We’re all waiting, Taehyung-ssi! The floor is yours!” He gestures sarcastically to the empty living room around them. Taehyung remains silent as he leans forward to exchange the small, folded square remains of his chip bag with a bottle of water from the coffee table. He takes - what Jungkook estimates to be - the longest possible sip of water in the history of mankind and simply says, “You want them to cuck you.”

The Great Pumpkin Regatta by two_cent_penny *

Yoongi's going to beat Jeon Jungkook in the biggest sweet potato competition this year.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

sea legs by tendershipping *

Chaebols Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook acquire a merman via an illicit auction, as one does. Mer Jimin has more in mind for his time with them than looking pretty in a pool.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Holding My Last Breath by ArianneMaya (WIP )

In a world where omegas aren't born this way, but bitched, all Jimin hopes is to make it to the end of the night of the blood moon without a mating mark on his neck. Alpha Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon have other plans for him.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

This Garden I Planted by mangust_d

Seokjin and Hoseok have been committed to each other for years, defying societal norms and expectations set by their families. But one day, they meet an innocent little kittentail named Min Yoongi and decide to make him theirs. Little do they suspect that Yoongi has heartbreak written all across his back.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

Bite Down by sunnydays81 * 

Jung Hoseok has one of the worst cases of Alpha Bite Disorder that Jimin has ever treated. And he has treated many. In fact, as physiotherapist, Jimin specialises in the condition. At the clinic he runs with his omega mate Taehyung, they treat all of Seoul's most intractable cases of ABD, bringing relief to alphas living lives with the misery of chronic jaw pain and temporomandibular joint dysfunction. Together, they make a great team. Every now and then, however, they come across an alpha that even they struggle to help. Hoseok is definitely one of those.

Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

heeding by silklace

Yoongi hears his phone buzz on the glass top of the hotel desk just as Seokjin reaches into the little mini fridge with an over-dramatic groan. “If that’s management calling a second debrief,” Seokjin says warningly. He trails off, scrounging around in the contents of the mini fridge. He emerges with a sullen look and a small twist-off bottle of red wine. “Yeah, you know what, just tell them I ran away to go live in the mountains.”

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