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Butterfly Effect || Jeon Jungkook x fem Reader

♡ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 10.2k

♡ Genre: Angst (m), different timelines travel, fluff.

♡ summary:

There is Yn who thought that she had her shit together until there’s a dead body in her boyfriend’s basement.

Everything crumbled in a second, but wait…ummm Why she is back when she met Jungkook a year before this happened? Is time travel a real thing?

Oh so we are changing strategies now: let’s be a total b.i.t.c.h, that way Jungkook the serial killer would be as far as possible from yn, right?

Or maybe is this her chance to save the victim before Jungkook can commit that terrible crime?

Yn did not expect to drag herself into the infinite possible timelines that the fabric of the universe has, in between her adventure she might change more lives than her own.

♡ a/n: I’m working hard on part 2 to deliver as soon as possible, the plot is set I just have to write them down, I really hope you enjoy this 2 part story as much I did, for 2023 I have so many projects I can’t wait for you to read them! ilysm💗 also I don’t recommend minors to read this story since it contains adult themes.

read part 2 here

A dead corpse of a young woman laid on the cold floor, the whole room was freezing in fact, so much that Yn hair was blowing around thanks to the strong AC in front of her.

And she froze in the spot, all her blood went to her feet, she felt her heart skipping a few beats while a second after her heartbeats went painfully fast.

All her weight suddenly was too much for her legs that started shaking.

The woman looked young enough to be her age, her throat sliced open the blood pool besides her was no longer bright red, it looked dark enough to be almost brown.

The blueish and purple marks in her arms indicated struggle.

But it was her eyes more than the open wound what would give Yn nightmares for the rest of her life.

Her eyes had this dead stare that made the gore scene even more grim, whoever this woman was she was murdered looking straight to her killer’s eyes while he sliced her throat.

Yn felt like she was going to throw up suddenly, she wasn’t supposed to be here, she just fond this secret door and the curiosity got the best of her.

She was now in front of a crime scene.

Yn’s senses came all at once, her survival instinct screaming at her to get out as soon as possible. So she fought with her nausea and shaking body and made her way out.

She started to think all sorts of things, the questions flood her head like a hurricane.

How long she stood there? Does she look too shock? Could she pretend good enough that she did not find a corpse?

She made her way back blinking and trying to act like she saw nothing, her life depended on it, because as long as she stayed there, she was in as much in danger as the dead woman in the secret room.

“Sweetheart? What is taking you so long?” the voice of her boyfriend Jungkook on the living room made an echo through her entire body.

She had to answer, otherwise it would be too suspicious.

She took a breath and prepare herself hoping her mouth can make a sound

“Coming!” she said with a shaky voice. She did not mean to come out shaky but she couldn’t help it.

Will he notice? Will he come after her too?

The risk was too high, her instinct palpitating in her chest telling her that she must find an escape route.

The kitchen door is fairly near, she could try and sneak herself to the kitchen and scape.

So, she did, soon at the kitchen door she heard him said:

“Yn, baby?” Jungkook’s voice was too near, she needed to go out now.

Yn was running as fast as she could through the streets, people staring at the crazy foreigner. She knew there was a police station nearby, it was the only way!

When she enters the police station she is gasping for air, everyone turned to her concerned.

Everything hits her at that moment so she crumbles, sobbing uncontrollably as the words struggle to come out. She tries to explains herself the better that the tears and sobbing let her, but sentences don’t make quite sense, only the words are the things that can be understood.

Girl. Murder. Basement. Blood. Help.

And in the middle of the tragedy, the door slams open and an equally out of air Jungkook arrives to the scene. He ran the same distance as you but he recovered quite fast without a drop of sweat.

“I’m so sorry, it’s my fault, sir” Jungkook said bowing to the cop, the police man looked at him and then at the exalted foreigner and directed himself to Jungkook.

“What happened?” the police officer asked. Yn felt the need to calm herself down so she can be taken seriously.

“It’s him, officer, he is the killer!” you exclaimed, making both look at you, Jungkook’s eyes were like never before, it was like he had a demon inside very contrasting as the usual sweet and considerate boyfriend that he was.

“I’m deeply sorry, she is sick” Jungkook said to the officer “She didn’t take her medicine in the morning, sir” and then out of his pocket he took out some pills, your eyes widen while you connected the dots. “She has to take 2 of these, otherwise she will start getting violent, sir” he severed putting a concerned façade.

“Liar, you are a liar!” you screamed at him, a few tears running down your face.

“Call an ambulance now” the officer instructed to the secretary. You shook your head.

“Please arrest him, he is a killer!” you exclaimed but by the way he looked at you, you knew that he did not believe you, that you were crazy.

“She needs her pills, sir” Jungkook insisted to the officer.

“Don’t go fucking near me, do you hear me?! Don’t you dare to come closer, sick fuck” you spitted at him, the officer put himself between you two.

“Back off boy, let the doctors take care of this” the officer insisted, you notice the irritated expression in Jungkook’s face.

“Then I’ll wait right here, sir, I can’t leave her by herself” he seated nearby.

Soon the ambulance arrived and the paramedics were all over you, you repeated over and over that you were not sick that you refuse to go anywhere, but they took your arm and forcefully sedated you, the last thing you saw was Jungkook’s getting inside the ambulance.

You woke up feeling groggy and disoriented, a voice calling your name, a voice that you did not recognize.

“Yn-ssi, can you hear me?” as you opened your eyes you looked at your surroundings, it was a hospital, and the man calling your name was the doctor.

“Can you hear me, Yn-ssi?” He asked again, you could only nod with your head. ”Good, I’m Dr. Choi Hyunsuk, you must feel drowsy and soon you will have a strong head ache, but don’t worry we gave you some medic-“ he stopped himself when heard an alarm going off.

“Code 331, Code 331, overdose in emergency room, calling all doctors”

Someone was dying somewhere, so the doctor quickly went to attend the emergency.

you could sense that Jungkook was near and you did not want to stay a second longer but your head ache was making everything worse.

You felt even more drowsy and slow and questioned when the supposed medicine would take effect on you, then suddenly Jungkook made his way to your side, in horror but unable to move or speak you watch closely how Jungkook’s hand put away the hair off your face, his hand soft but cold, his expression look like usual Jungkook, your sweet boy, but now that image was shattered, the scene turned into a horror movie. You started to sweat you mind was everywhere and you simply could not do anything about it.

He put your shoes on, as he made you stand, you were like a zombie following his instructions, and then he took you out of the hospital without anybody’s suspicion.

He called a taxi and put you inside. When the vehicle started moving you started to feel ten times worse, your chest starting to ache, your consciousness starting to slip.

Jungkook turn to you with a confuse look in his eyes, and then everything felt like it was in slow motion.

You blinked a few times, feeling in great peace, while you felt less and less pain and could only feel like you were safe, completely unaware of your surroundings. The hysterical sobs of Jungkook while he pulls you close to his chest, the neurotic screams of the taxi driver doing a risky turn to hospital at great speed, no, you were no aware of all of that, you can only feel good and safe, and soon the irresistible urge of closing your eyes, in a blink of a moment you blissfully disappeared from reality.

…..

And then you woke up.

You woke up in an empty classroom.

The noon hot sunrays showered your face with some warm, a few drops of sweat running down from your temples. You slowly got up and scanned the whole room with your eyes. It was just your collage, and this was the classroom that is always empty so you sneak yourself in sometimes and took naps.

But what you were doing there? The last moments of your memory were blurry but you did vividly remember those whole traumatic events. The corpse, the police station, the hospital…Jungkook.

yn could feel herself dying, that sole memory made her gasp.

If she is not dead how the hell she ended up in this classroom?

Yn got up and walk out of the room going straight to the bathroom to refresh her sweaty face.

Then yn saw herself in the mirror and felt confused immediately.

Why her hair was light brown? She did not bleach her hair in a year. For what is worth, she looked exactly like a year ago, the clothes, the hair style, everything.

She had to sit on the floor since her legs no longer support her when she finally realized what was going on.

Maybe she has gone back in time!

She almost torn her cellphone to pieces taking it out of the purse and looking for the date.

Oh.my.god.

It can certainly sound impossible, it can actually be impossible and she is just hallucinating all of this, but then why everything feels so real?

Is the universe giving her another chance to live? To make better decisions? A year ago she did not met Jungkook yet, is that a signal?

She felt her mind running a thousand miles per hour trying to find logical explanation of what happened to her actually. But eventually she stopped and just accepted the fact that she is just a lucky bitch and an error or a 1 in the millionth possibility happened to her.

Lesson learned! Watch out for killers! Live your live to the fullest! all that jazz.

Yn got up and started doing a happy dance.

Life is amazing, isn’t it?

She felt going for an ice cream as soon as possible, with double, no, triple sprinkles and a goddamn cheesecake on the side!

Yn walked through the halls like nobody could stopped her, she was smiling like an idiot and feeling the excitement bubbling up in her system.

She made her way out of the classroom building and walked through the campus, the summer days made everything better, the weather was amazing. Soon she found herself in the dining hall and bought her well-deserved ice cream.

While she ate her ice cream, she stopped herself in the middle of the campus, she saw a squirrel.

Was she so distracted and busy that she did not notice before the cute squirrels in the trees? Yn felt the need to appreciate the little things in life, so she closed her eyes for a second to hear the birds sing. Oh what a beautiful melody!

But then someone passing by hit her shoulder making her open her eyes immediately and drop her ice cream. Her ice cream was on the ground rapidly melting in the hot summer day she looked at the guilty pair of shoes and as soon as she looked at his face, she felt taken aback.

The worried lost puppy eyes of Jeon Jungkook started at her.

“I’m so sorry” he said fast and bowed, there he was right before you, who would have thought what he was capable off? He looked helpless now but life has given you another chance and you would not fall for it again!

So have to stay as far as you could from Jeon Jungkook if you want a happy and long life.

If that means you have to be a bitch so, be it.

“Better watch where you fucking walk” you told him in a cold tone composing yourself and starting to walk, for a millisecond you saw that expression that he made when he was hurt, but now you could not care any less.

“I..i can buy another ice cream, please let me!” he said walking slightly behind you, why he was following you?

You turned slightly to watch his helpless act once again, you rolled your eyes and said: “Why don’t you piss off already!” you turned and walk away this time he did not followed you. Thank god.

yn was never like this but her survival instinct was far stronger than her politeness.

yn had lived a year in advance, isn’t that wonderful?

She can ace her exams, avoid stupid mistakes, say yes to meeting her mom’s new boyfriend that turns out to be rich!

The possibilities are incredible! The only thing she has to do now is sit and watch, so that’s what is going to do.

……….

A couple days later as walks to her class, in the distance she can’t fail to notice Jungkook walking besides someone, when yn finally recognize the person beside him she has to cover her mouth at the shock.

Jungkook was talking with the girl from the basement.

Her heart dropped knowing what will be the destiny of the girl.

She looked so lively and bubbly, in yn’s mind she contrasted that with her dead corpse, and she almost wanted to throw up.

As soon as they came too close, yn hide behind a nearby building, the guilt started to build up in her chest, she had a second chance but the other girl doesn’t? one thing is for sure, if she doesn’t stop her from associating with Jungkook the girl will be dead.

She has to warn her too!

Maybe the universe sent her here with a mission, she has to save the girl’s life.

Though still terrified yn promised herself to be brave and make the best choice with her second chance in life.

First, she has found out who she is.

That same night after hours of looking around in social media she found her: Min Hajoon.

She did not have too much photos or anything that could help yn to figure out how she was going to approach and make Hajoon trust her.

Yn look at the only photo of Jungkook and Hajoon had together, they were with other people in a restaurant smiling at the camera. That doesn’t give Yn too much clues on how close they actually are.

Suddenly her phone showed her a KakaoTalk notification, the number was not registered but she remembered that it was Jungkook’s.

Xx: Hello, I’m sorry to bother you, I’m Jeon Jungkook. I don’t know if you remember me but I accidentally made you drop your ice cream on the campus.

You scrunched your features and wondered if you should just ignore his texts, but maybe you can take this opportunity to really make him understand that he has to leave you alone once and for all.

You: Oh yes, I do remember you unfortunately, wasn’t I clear when I told you to fuck off?

You: are you retarded or something? lol

Jungkook: I just wanted to clarify that it was just an accident, that’s all.

Jungkook: Wow where is all this aggressivity coming from?

Jungkook: I’m sorry? Like I can buy another ice cream if you are so upset

You: gosh you are so annoying

You: understand this: leave me the fuck alone

Jungkook: is this a foreigner thing?

Yn raised an eyebrow

You: the fuck do you mean by that?

Jungkook: I just don’t understand why are you being so rude with me over an ice cream, doesn’t make any sense

You: because it’s not the fucking ice cream, it’s you, you annoy the hell out of me.

You: and since you clearly don’t understand, I will just simply block you so I don’t have to talk to you ever again

Yn pressed a few buttons and block Jungkook’s number, she had to be extra shitty so he could be put off by her attitude, that’s the only way he can stay away from her.

But the universe really is ironic and seems to like playing with yn in their own way, when the next day Yn enters 20 minutes early to the classroom as it was her routine with this particular class and minutes later a well-dressed and good smelling Jungkook walk towards her, making her flinch instantly, he was holding two iced coffees, when he got to you he put one on your side, and before you could open your mouth to protest he bowed at you.

You almost gasped.

“I’m sorry, Yn-ssi, if I ever offend you, it was not my intention, I hope we can get along well from now on” Jungkook said after bowing and with a firm tone, his big dark eyes staring at yours.

Panic filled your veins, you did not expect or imagined this to happen. How he wasn’t put off by your words? Your attitude? And the most important question: how to react to this confrontation? Like you would look like a crazy bitch if you still hold a grudge, the ice cream was a too weak of a excuse to keep treating him badly, maybe you should go after another strategy, maybe politely rejecting him would work best.

“How do you know my name?” you questioned neutral, which was a real concern for you. You did not recall any circumstance where your name was mention. He lowered his gaze and then said:

“I found your social media, so i…”

“That’s incredibly creepy” you interrupted him, you said it as if you didn’t do the same to find Hajoon, he seemed a little affected by that statement, his eyes started looking other places.

“I didn’t mean to be creepy, I just…”

“And by the way I don’t drink coffee” you interrupted again putting away the coffee from you, he was startled and seemed nervous at your coldness, what else can go wrong? He thought, everything he did you took it the wrong way.

“I did not know that, I’m sorry, maybe I can buy you something else that you might like?” he said again trying to get to yn, but the girl had the same indecipherable expression.

“What about this, Jungkook: we just stop addressing each other existence and that’s it” you said with a monotonous voice his eyes expanded “I can’t be more clear than that” you ended.

He seemed conflicted as he looked at you.

“I just don’t understand, what I did to you that hate me so much!?” he exclaimed frustrated, in that moment some students entered the classroom and looked your way, Jungkook took the coffees and left without saying a word or looking back, you relaxed in your seat, it was hard to be tough with the boy you used to call your boyfriend because he showed you how sweet and considered he can be, it was hard to hurt him but it was the only way you can save yourself.

After class Yn needed to pee, so she quickly went to the washroom, when she came out of the toilet there wasn’t  anyone there, except one person: Min Hajoon. The door was locked too, yn felt strange, what was happening?

Hajoon got closer to Yn, but as soon as Yn tries to speak she is silenced by the dry sound of Hajoon palm sweeping her cheek with a quick movement, the burning sensation that came immediately after made Yn put her hand on the reddened area.

“Pay attention to me, whore, stay away from my boyfriend, I’m not afraid to smack your ugly face if you keep getting involved in my relationship with Jungkook, you got it?” Hajoon said with a restless face, she was actually scary, a very different image from the pitiful murder victim that Yn remembered, the memory actually brought tears to her eyes.

“Are you crying?, how pathetic” Hajoon remarked cruelly, you looked at her and spoke sincerely. Her opportunity to warn Hajoon was right there.

“Please you don’t know who you are involved with” you said to her trying to control your tears.

“What did you say, bitch?” she spitted grabbing your hair you squealed out of pain.

“Jungkook is dangerous, Hajoon, he can hurt you, please believe me” you said fighting with the tears and the pain. “He is faking, trying to get close with you, he is capable of very horrible things!” you threw yourself to the ground, trying to beg her to listen “ please you have to believe me, Hajoon, promise me that you would get away from him!”

Hajoon was too overwhelmed to speak properly, why this girl was saying all this to her? Who is that girl? Why seems that the girl knows something that she doesn’t?

“You are truly crazy” Hajoon mumbled before storming out of the washroom. Yn stayed there a few minutes more trying to calm down and hoping Hajoon is spook enough to stay away from Jungkook.

…..

Things only got worse when the next day she was cited at the student administration office. She never had to go there ever before as she was an excellent student and never got in trouble with a professor. So, she was very confused when president of the student administration and counseling Park Chanyeol explained to Yn with a rehearsed polite smile:

“We normally never have situations like these, especially with foreigner students, like ever” Chanyeol said “So I assumed that it must be a misunderstanding of some sort, we try our best to keep things positive around here” he remarked looking at your still confused face, he handed you a document “Like I’m sure it must be extra hard for you studying here in Korea, I have cousins studying abroad and they always tell me it’s not easy” he kept talking in fast speed, you still trying to catch up what he was saying and nodding every few seconds. “Maybe you did offend someone? But like, I’m sure it was totally unintentional, like a complete mistake, you seem like a really nice girl” he kept saying without giving you any chance to reply “do you have a boyfriend by the way?” he asked but before you could reply he started talking again “Don’t think I’m flirting with you, like I’m just asking casually you know?” Chanyeol added giving you a look “I actually have a girlfriend myself, her name it’s Minjun, I was asking if you had a partner so maybe you could go out with us, you know, like a couple date or something?” he laughed shortly before he finally shut up.

“Um… excuse me, what am I here for?” you asked him lost at his ocean of words he just said earlier, he blinked a few times before smiling again and pointing the document at your hands that you completely forgot about in the middle of his speech.

“A student came earlier and put a complain on you, but you know as I mention it’s more likely that it was misunder…” Chanyeol started to say before he was interrupted by you.

“Who was it?” you asked him reading quickly the document “This is not a simple complain this is for bullying and harassment!” you exclaimed shocked.

“Jeon Jungkook, I’m afraid” Chanyeol said, you wanted to rip the document apart as soon as you heard his name “But as I said, I don’t actually belief that we have a case here”

“A case?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well the protocol says…” Chanyeol starts saying “We must review the case in our next assembly and discuss the course of actions dictated in our regulation issued by the University”

“Don’t beat around the bush, what are you going to do with me if you find me guilty?” you said to him firm, he looked the other way trying to avoid confrontation.

“Guilty? Hey c’mon now! This is no criminal trial” he laughed nervously “Look why don’t you talk to Jungkook-ssi ? the misunderstanding can be clear up and it will be like we didn’t have this conversation at all!” Chanyeol insisted still avoiding to look at you.

“What could happen?” you asked again, this time Chanyeol look at you serious, no fake smile on sight, then he sighted.

“The school could expel you” he finally said but he quickly came back to his charismatic persona “Hey, don’t have that look on your face, that’s like the worst of the worst, okay? I’m just obligated to tell you the “penalty” “he said marking with his fingers “like by the book, yeah expulsion, but I’m super duper sure that that would not be your case, okay? Don’t be sad!” he exclaimed fixing his glasses “just talk to Jung…”

“Jungkook, okay, so my best option is to ask him to retire the complaint?” you ask annoyed already.

“Well I’m sure that would resolve this way more quickly, don’t you agree?” Chanyeol suggested, a few seconds later his phone ringed “Alrighty, I really need to take this call, so you can come over anytime if you need anything else, my number is on the back of document, okay?” he didn’t let you answer when he already picked up the call and left the room.

You closed your eyes and screamed internally trying to not lose it in public. How he dared? You were beyond mad at this point, it seemed like the more you tried to push Jungkook away, the circumstances pulled you together once again, it was so frustrating!

You pull your phone out of your purse and look for Jungkook’s number on the list of contacts and unblocked him , but before you could press his name you stopped yourself from calling him, no, this is exactly what he wanted you to do, plus you haven’t really bully him, he was the one harassing you! How he fucking dare?!

You stormed out of the office and started walking towards the dinning hall you needed a strong coffee to calm your nerves.

You sipped the black steaming liquid closing your eyes but a voice interrupted your calm.

“You said you didn’t like coffee” Jungkook’s voice made Yn open her eyes in alarm, once she saw him as handsome as ever, she rolled her eyes when she recognized her own thoughts, though Jungkook perceived that as another micro aggression.

“Whatever, what do you want?” you asked him annoyed, a head ache starting to appear.

“I though that maybe you wanted to talk to me” he suggested sitting right in front of you, both knowing what he was referring to.

“Yeah, you thought wrong” you said to him ruthless, Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“You keep being stubborn I see” he said with this playful expression “You are risking being expel just to piss me off, that’s dedication” he smiled, that bunny smile that melt your heart so many times before.

“And what was that for? Bullying? Fucking harassment? Boy you have the nerve to accuse me of harassment, simply absurd, c’mon!” you spitted sipping your coffee that was sadly gotten cold, another thing that ruined your day.

“You are always swearing whenever we talk, you are so pretty to do that, you always catch me by surprise, you know?” Jungkook said still with the playful expression on his face, he wanted to tease you.

“Retire the complaint” you demanded; he left out a chuckle.

“No”

“Why?”

“You could ask that more nicely” He looked at you entertained, you wanted to scream at his face that he can fuck off but that would not be so helpful at your situation.

“Can you please, Jungkookie oppa, retire the complaint, that would make me so happy, pretty please?” you scoffed with a whiny tone and putting your hands together, he let out a nervous laugh, you made him nervous, that’s when you remembered that he secretly likes being call oppa and you also used to call him Jungkookie, which he melt in an instant when you did, though unintentional you ignited something in him, he tried to dissimulate the pink tone of his cheeks but you did notice.

“I hate to say no when you ask me like this, but I have to say no” he said after a few seconds.

“Then go away, you keep pestering me” you said annoyed “Whatever you want to blackmail me with, please save your time, I will simply say no”

“I don’t not want to see you expelled, Yn, I really don’t” he said “So I have a proposition for you, let’s know each other better and have a decent conversation, I’ll take you out to eat, we’ll talk, we’ll drink and know more about one another, you will know my true nature and see that even after our rough first encounter we are actually not that different, if after that you don’t want to talk to me again that’s fine” he ended looking directly at your eyes, you sighted.

“And you retire the complaint either way?” you asked him raising an eyebrow

“And I will retire the complaint, you have my word”

“I’ll think about it” you responded he wanted to protest but before he could speak you said “I’ll text you, okay?” you stood up from the table and left him there, Jungkook blinked a few times watching you leave the dining hall as fast as your feet let you.

……………….

You: Are you available?  It’s Yn from earlier.

You texted Chanyeol the student administration president, he texted back in seconds

Chanyeol: not right now, maybe for dinner time?

Chanyeol: so much woooork, right?

You: works for me

Chanyeol: so I pick you up then?

Chanyeol: u like jajangmyeon?

You: you mean off campus?

You: yeah sure.

Chanyeol: yeah I go all the time

Chanyeol: great, pass me your direction and I see ya later 😉

While you both ate, at the restaurant he truly did not know when to stop talking, when Chanyeol was not slurping his noodles, he was serving you and him more soju or he was talking, he wasn’t worried about you replaying he was more than fine with the fact that you were there to listen all his crap.

“Okay, listen” you said interrupting him if you didn’t say what you came to say you would end up drunk and too sleepy to remember the purpose of this dinner “I wanted to talk with you because of the whole bullying accusation bullshit” Chanyeol nodded while filling his and your glass with more alcohol.

“To be honest I don’t even really know the guy, I had maybe two real interactions that lasted less than 5 minutes, that doesn’t disprove his accusations towards me?” you asked drinking the glass that Chanyeol served you, the alcohol already making effect on your body.

“Well it’s not that simple, you know, we have to follow the protocols” Chanyeol added drinking his.

“Fuck the protocols, doesn’t this type of shit make the school look bad? The less bullying accusations the better?” you replied trying to convince him, he shook his head smiling.

“That’s not how it works, honey” he said to you, you wanted to call him out for calling you honey, but you needed him on your side.

“You said that I was a good girl” good girl? why did you said that? Maybe you drank too much and started speaking nonsense, Chanyeol smiled at you.

“You are a good girl, honey, I know you are but I can’t just ignore a complaint, I’ll vouch for you in the assembly, okay?” Chanyeol said almost pouting, you wanted to roll your eyes, that won’t do.

“Why can’t you say to that idiot that the assembly already did all that and that I’m innocent? Will somebody really notice?” you suggested almost whining, how much it would take to convince this dude.

“That means making some documents up, I could get in trouble” Chanyeol pressured

“Oh c’mon, what else I can do, can you just do me a favor? I can’t reason with Jeon Jungkook he is totally psycho” you told him whining some more.

“What can you do to convince me? Maybe you could worth the trouble if you are persuasive enough” Chanyeol said suggestively and you suddenly encounter yourself into a corner.

Help.help.help

Hell you were able to do a lot of things to get yourself out of trouble, but you didn’t think sleeping with Chanyeol the president of the student administration, worth it.

Then as if the guardian angels existed, your phone ringed, unfortunately it was Jungkook.

“Look Chanyeol oppa, he is the one harassing me!” you whined to him trying to desperately convince him.

You accepted the call.

“Why are you calling me?” you tried to control yourself but your voice sounded drunk.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” Jungkook asked on the other side, if you weren’t drunk enough you could say he was even worried.

“You know, you call me on a damn good time, I’m trying to fix this mess you brought me into” you say to him in a demanding way.

“What does that even mean? Listen Yn I will pick you up wherever you are, pass me your location” Jungkook said to you serious.

“It means I’m here with Chanyeol oppa, say hi oppa” you instructed Chanyeol that was laughing besides you drunk as well, he took the phone and said:

“You are so messed up dude, Yn is a very good girl, right?”

“Yeah” you said in the background

“How can you lie about her, dude? She is so pretty, aren’t you?” Chanyeol was chuckling between words and pass you the phone again.

“You heard him, he believes me so your damn blackmail did not work on me” you said to Jungkook in a defiant way you could hear him sighting loudly.

“You are so stupid, just let me pick you up, you are clearly intoxicated” Jungkook sounded disappointed.

“No, fuck off I can take care of myself” you said on the other line.

“At least let me call you a taxi, please” he begged but you hung up your phone.

When you ended the call, you saw the sleeping figure of Chanyeol reclined in the restaurant chair, you thank the heavens and called a taxi for the both of you, after leaving him, you went to bed at your own apartment trying to think of a new way to get out of the situation but it really seemed like there was no other way than accepting Jungkook’s deal.

…..

The next day defeated you had no option but to text Jungkook, he sent you lost of messages last night but you ignore them off course, with an uninterested charm you started typing:

You: let’s go out tonight, you know what I mean

He typed a response seconds after

Jungkook: Gosh I was considering visit you at your class, why you didn’t text me back?

You: I don’t really have to

Jungkook: I can’t believe you hang up the call

Jungkook: You shouldn’t drink if don’t know how to control yourself

You: I will let pass your last comment because I want to be nice today

You: so, are you free tonight or not?

Jungkook: alright

Jungkook: be ready at 8

You really did not want to make an effort, but after all you knew who Jungkook was and if you did not take it as serious as him, he will find a loophole to keep contact with you and did not want that.

You did not actually know what you want.

Since the crazy all over again situation happened to you, you haven’t really stopped for a second to really think what is going on, what is really happening.

Did the universe actually give you a second chance to make things right? It actually felt like your old life was a complete hallucination. You doubted every day if doing all this actually serves a purpose.

But if you had to summarize all your questions and doubts into one it would be: why?

Why Jungkook killed Hajoon in the first place?

Why didn’t you notice in your old life that he was capable of killing?

Why the Jungkook in this new life seems so uncapable of killing or doing harm?

Why you have to live all of this again?

It was a lot of questions that pile up in the back of your mind and didn’t leave you alone, you had avoided making any friends, you had avoided going out at all.

You felt alone.

That made you actually wonder if it was really a bad thing that the school expel you, that would be a valid reason to pack your things and go home and start all over again, but at least you would have your mom and friends.

If you remembered correctly Jungkook lost his mom when he was a kid, maybe that is one of the signals you did not pick up about him, he never talked about his father either which you did no press him any further assuming that they might had fought. He wasn’t close with his family but he did seem normal. He approached you like a gentleman, ask for your number and started dating you, he had friends, well one actually, but they looked like they appreciate each other a lot, then it doesn’t make any sense why he would become so violent. Maybe he is just capable of such violence.

You received his text which took you out of your thoughts.

Whoever Jungkook really was, you need to cut ties and if this was truly the last chance you had to close this chapter of your life then you would not fuck it up.

Soon enough you two where dining at this restaurant, he made sure to look good tonight. Jungkook was wearing all black but the tight pants with the loose button shirt made him look dressed up but casual at the same time, you did recognize the outfit though. He was wearing it on your first date when you two were together in your past life.

Mixed feeling made a knot on your chest, you maybe had to calm down a bit with anesthesia in form of a bottle.

You served yourself some soju but before you could ingest it Jungkook stopped you.

“Calm down a bit, they haven’t brought us the food yet”

“That is exactly what I’m trying to do” you said trying once again to drink the liquor but Jungkook soft hand did not let you, you sighted.

“Please, it’s not about getting drunk” he insisted.

“You are so boring” you said letting off the glass in the table. Jungkook look down for a second, you had hurt his feelings, in another life you would have apologized and kiss his pouty lips, but you have to be tough in this one.

“I still haven’t figuring you out yet” Jungkook said to you “You hating me for no reason, I don’t believe it for a second” he pointed out analyzing your features “Something inside me fights for still convince you, still not sure of what, but I can’t give up, isn’t that crazy?”

You look at him for the first time without an annoyed look on your face.

“You look so pretty tonight” he said serious “So pretty” he remarked.

“Hey only Chanyeol can call me that” you bring out that idiot to dissipate the atmosphere, he knew what he was doing after all it has worked in the past, and if keep doing that it might work again.

Jungkook annoyance was too obvious.

“How could you go out with him? He has a reputation, you know? Did he try something stupid with you?” Jungkook demanded, he looked mad, but no the normal mad that you were accustomed to, the shine of evil that you saw that day reflected in his dark pupils for a second before disappearing, that made you swallow some saliva.

“I was joking, he as drunk as I was, I left him home, he needed help to even walk, if someone was getting advantage, I could have been the one” you said remembering Chanyeol state, Jungkook opened his eyes at your statement.

“Yn…”

“But of course, I did not, besides Chanyeol it’s not my type at all” you teased.

“And what is your type?” Jungkook asked, his lips parted with a daring gaze.

“I will not tell you, but you aren’t either” and you were not lying Jungkook wasn’t your usual type but he had something about him, that drives you completely crazy.

“Besides you have a fucking girlfriend, don’t you?” you accuse him, his expression turned confused, before he could refute you the waitress came with your food, she left soon enough. “Mmm smells so good” you said looking at the tasty dishes before you.

“Where did you get the idea that I have a girlfriend?” Jungkook asked ignoring your attempt to change the subject “It’s that why you are so cold with me?”

“So you have the balls to hide your girlfriend from me? Men! They never change!” you exclaimed with a sarcastic tone and already digging in some meat. Jungkook on the other hand hasn’t even pick up his chopsticks, he shook his head laughing with irony and served himself some soju, after he drank the shot he scrunched up his features at the burning sensation in his throat.

“What did Hajoon say to you?” Jungkook asked finally eating some food, you served two shoots of soju Jungkook took one glass and both of you drank.

“Who is Hajoon?” you asked lying blatantly “I was testing you, but it turns out that you actually have a girlfriend, ha!” you remarked, Jungkook big dark eyes opened.

“I.. umm” Jungkook started to say.

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it” you interrupted him “like I’m not even surprised”

“I want to be honest with you, Hajoon does want something with me, okay? But we were never nothing. She was never my girlfriend” Jungkook confessed eating another piece of meat.

You raised an eyebrow. Then why did you kill her? You wanted to ask but of course you didn’t say anything.

“This is a lame conversation” you said to him.

“It is” he agreed surprising you “And I don’t care about your efforts I will not give up my chance tonight I will make you like me”

“You have too much high expectations” you added stuffing your face with noodles.

“Don’t eat too much we have another stop after dinner” he said to you making you look at him surprised, he smiled at you and said “And just to let you know, if I had the privilege to date you, I would be exclusive of course”

You pretended not pay attention to the last sentence, in your mind wondering about where he wanted to take you.

The taxi left the two of you in a children park, people were having a pleasant time, there were almost not kids around, only couples or loners that were looking at the moon and the stars that evening. Then a weird sensation in your body made you almost flinch but Jungkook took it as if you were cold.

“Oh I’m sorry, Yn I don’t have my coat here” Jungkook said “Let me hold you closer” Jungkook pull you to his arms, you were having so much mixed feelings that you did not protest or resist his touch.

“Why did you brought me here, Jungkook?” you questioned, you could not see his face you could only hear his voice.

“This a kinda personal place for me, if we become close one day I’ll tell you the full story okay?” he said with an incredibly smooth voice, you did not responded and without saying a word you walked in silence admiring the flowers and the moonshine.

Then a statue caught your attention, a butterfly statue.

You remembered once when you were little, a park had a butterfly statue just like this one, but that was a weird day, a little boy lost his mom and he was scared, he did not let go of your hand.

……………………………….

The past.

The children’s squeals and the cracking sounds of the swings of the kid’s park filled the ambiance while the summer breeze blew Yn’s hair. the little girl was barely grasping her mother’s hand, everything was unnatural to her, even thought it was a children’s park and she was a little girl the fact that she was in this foreign country made the most simple things incredibly new and even scary.

Yn’s mom promise her that they would have so much fun in Korea while they were on holiday, just like their vacation in Thailand and Japan though she doesn’t remember much of those. Her mom made sure she could understand some of the language which she spoke fluently, but still it was too different from home that she did not dare to leave her mom side for too long.

So there she was, not being able to play with the other kids because it was scary, but she wanted to make her mom happy so for the first time in days she let go of her hand and went her way.

Walking through the park she stopped her tracks, she heard someone behind a bush, not a dangerous stranger rather it sounded like a kid was crying.

She went closer and found a little boy just like her, his big doe watery eyes stared at her immediately, a few tears running down his still red face.

“Don’t cry!” yn said in his language, she remembered she asked her mom what did it meant what the old ladies said to her when she was crying in the restaurant.

He looked at her again not sobbing anymore but unable to stop the tears, yn felt pity for him and wondered why he was in the park alone without his mom. Yn felt the need to help him, maybe her mom can call his or something.

“Come!” she ordered him with gesture of her hands, the boy still not said a word but he stood up without moving, without more vocabulary to instruct him, yn simply took his hand and pull him so he followed her.

The boy did grab her hand tightly and followed her, when they arrived to her mom, she looked at them with a smile that dropped as soon as she saw the red bloated eyes of the little boy.

“What’s wrong with your friend, sweetie?” she asked yn.

“I don’t know, I think he lost her mom but I don’t know how to ask him” yn said worried, her mom started to ask the little boy questions that she did not understand quite well, the boy did not let go of her hand.

“His name is Jungkook” her mother suddenly said to her “He doesn’t remember her mother’s phone number, why don’t you introduce yourself like I taught you” she suggested, the nerves attacked yn again but she had to be a big girl today.

“My name is yn” she said remembering how to introduce herself in Korean.

“I am Jeon Jungkook” he responded not crying anymore.

“Honey I am going to ask around to see if his mother is near, ok?” her mom said to her “Meanwhile why don’t you go play and buy ice cream, huh? that could make Jungkook less scared don’t you think?” her mom handed her some cash and put away some hairs of her face, yn nodded.

Her mom said something to Jungkook and then walked away, Jungkook pulled her hand and she followed him, then she playfully pushed him and then ran away, Jungkook got the hint and ran her way until he got to her and push her playfully making her laugh, now he ran as fast as he could but she got to him. They stopped when the saw an old lady with a cart, all the children were forming a line so yn assumed that she must be selling delicious ice cream.

Yn looked at Jungkook, he gave her a little smile. They both were sitting on the bench drinking yogurt, it turned out that the old lady was not selling ice cream, but the yogurt was tasty. The bench was just in front of this particular statue, the sculpture was of a butterfly spreading its wings, yn found it beautiful.

Yn put the change in her pockets put her keychain fell out, Jungkook grabbed it and extended to her, yn felt the need to gift her keychain to Jungkook, the poor boy lost his mom so he must be really sad.

She shook her head and made a gesture to him to keep it, Jungkook looked at her with a smile and hug her, she hugged him back then she took his hand and made their way back to her mom that was calling for them.

While they were walking towards her mom yn notice someone.

It was a woman, a weeping woman hidden behind a tree nearby. The way that she looked at them made the unaware little girl sense that something was up, but she said nothing to Jungkook or her mom, a minute past and she did not realize until a man suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s arm.

The man did not have a good aspect, he had this serious expression in his face, a 3 day beard, messy hair and he smelled like tobacco.

Jungkook smiled went away immediately, yn turned around looking for the woman hiding behind the tree but she was gone.

Her mom looked serious while talking to the man, he had a deep raspy voice, they seemed to say goodbye and the next second the man was pulling Jungkook away from yn, Jungkook held her hand tight for a few seconds until this man pull him away, then they walk out Jungkook looking at her at every chance he had.

“Is him his dad?” Yn asked her mom confused.

“Yes,  he is Jungkook’s father” She also followed them with her sight until she could not see them anymore ”Are you hungry, sweetie? Let’s go grab lunch” her mother said to her taking her hand and leaving the park.

……………………………………………………………..

“This is crazy, but I think I’d been here before” you mentioned, Jungkook stopped walking as you said that. “I came here when I was a child”

“What?” Jungkook mumbled almost to himself.

“Yes, that’s the statue” you turned to take a better look of it but Jungkook’s arm did not let you go so you both turned. “Whoah so crazy like a deja vu” you exclaimed.

“I think a boy lost his mom that day, I did not know a word of Korean back then, but I tried my best to comfort him, I remember that it was in this very same park!” you were excited at the coincidence that you did no notice Jungkook’s watery eyes and how wiped away a few tears from his face, so you were surprised when he hugged you all of the sudden, you were kinda stiff at the beginning but soon enough you hugged him back.

“What if I tell you that I’m that boy, the boy that was so scared that hid behind the bush? That felt safe while holding that little girl hand?” Jungkook said while hugging you even tighter, you came to realization of him being the little boy that lost his mom that day.

“oh my god” you could only say, all this time seemed like destiny crossed your paths on purpose since you two were little till now. Your lives changed so much, you wondered sometimes what could have been of that lost boy, and now realizing that it was Jungkook all this time made you a little emotional.

You broke the hug to look at his eyes, they were shiny and, his lips curved into a smile.

“It is you” he said still smiling.

“Jungkook this is actually crazy” you manage to say “I don’t know what to say”

“We don’t have to say much” Jungkook replied putting his hands on your face and caressing your cheeks with his fingers.

“I wondered so many times about you” you confessed to him feeling the urge to close the distance.

“So did I” Jungkook said softly “I still have the keychain, but I’m always afraid to lose it so I keep it in my room”

“Really?” you asked almost in a whisper; he bitted his lips.

“Yn, I’m going to kiss you right now, I can’t hold back no more” he said before taking your lips into his, there was nothing aggressive about it, it was just neediness and passion, you hold his face between your hands deepening the kiss.

Jungkook hasn’t committed any crime yet.

You can guide him to be a better person and to get help for him if he needs it.

Maybe the universe message it’s that love wins at the end.

“Yn, I’m yours” Jungkook said between kisses. You melted at his words.

“I was such a bitch to you, I’m sorry” you said to Jungkook feeling the tears stinging your eyes.

“I forgive you” Jungkook murmuring giving you some pecks “I will always forgive you”

“Why don’t we celebrate?” you suggested to Jungkook “Is there a bar near here? I want to catch up with your life!”

“oh I don’t want to ruin the night, love” Jungkook said giving you one more kiss “my past is not something pleasant to talk about”

“it can’t be all bad, besides I want to know! Please” you pleaded with your eyes “And if you don’t want to tell me everything tonight then let just enjoy ourselves”

Jungkook smiled fondly

“Alright, I know a place”

You drank all night, kissing in-between, Jungkook did not say much about his past but he let you know that his mother passed away, but you already knew that. You told him about your life back home, how your mom was doing nowadays, that you felt a little lonely in Korea.

“You will never feel alone again, love” Jungkook mentioned kissing you again.

“What about you? You don’t seem to be close with the family you have left” you asked him, trying to get a little more information about his past.

He was taken back at your question, his whole demeanor turned anxious.

“Well it’s really not a nice story…” Jungkook said serious, you came closer to him and put your arm around his waist.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have asked” you replied trying to be tactful, Jungkook turned around to look at your eyes.

“…But I trust you enough” he sentenced “You remember that day when we were kids and I got lost? You know my father found me and I returned home with him” Jungkook told you holding his breath, you knew it was difficult topic and wondered why you even brought that up, maybe it was too soon to talk about it either way Jungkook continued “I actually ran away with my mom that day” he confessed and heavily exhaled “but he found me”

“That sounds like he wasn’t very good to you” you added passing your hands back and forth through his back in a soft motion.

“He was not” Jungkook simply said without giving much details “He was actually a monster”

“Oh my god” you exclaimed now feeling guilty, the woman behind the tree that day must has been Jungkook’s mom! And she arrived first but no one saw her except you. What could have been of Jungkook’s life? It was your fault, you felt the burning in eyes, tears wanting to come out but you hold them in to not worry Jungkook.

“And that day when he found me after running away he…” Jungkook had to stop himself for a moment “…took it on me”  you closed your eyes recognizing how much Jungkook has suffered.

“But later when my mom came back home…He…” Jungkook made a disgusted gesture, he felt repulsed at the memories.

“Jungkook, we don’t have to talk about this if you are not comfortable” you reminded him with a gentle tone, he shook his head.

“Someone needs to know, I need some one to know” he exclaimed fully determined.

“To know what?” you asked him

“My mother did not just pass away, Yn” Jungkook confessed “That bastard kill her” you gasped loudly covering your mouth with your hand. 

His father was a killer, so was Jungkook.

It was the cycle of violence bond to repeat itself.

Again in the hole without being able to escape.

Everything in Yn’s mind turned black and white. An animal survival instinct started again palpitating in her chest, fear infected her blood.

“Oh Jungkook” you could only whisper before pulling him for a hug trying to dissimulate your body shaking.

“He is not part of my life anymore, he doesn’t exist” he also said in a whisper “But I feel disgusted every time I have to pretend my mother just died and that he had nothing to do with it” the subtle rage in his tone chilled your bones

“It’s over, Jungkook, it’s over” you comforted him a few more seconds before pulling away from the hug.

Now you were stuck again, just when felt that you could give a second chance the change of events has led you right in the biggening.

Jungkook was doomed, you couldn’t explained but you just know it. And you would be doomed too if you stayed around too long.

Now it was time to make a new plan, no to gig yourself deeper in a highly codependent relationship.

You let another hour go by drowning yourself in more alcohol until you felt tipsy, then you turned to Jungkook with a tired expression:

“umm Jungkook I’m feeling a little sleepy right now” you told him yawning.

“it’s okay, let’s go to my house” Jungkook said, you could not mention this to him, but going to his house again was too soon, you needed to erase the memories of blood first.

You needed to decline but also be lowkey about it.

“isn’t a motel nearer?” you asked him

“A motel?” he asked you again.

 It wasn’t ideal but you still could not let Jungkook suggest to take you home, so a motel it is.

“Yeah” you murmured “I just really want to sleep” emphasizing the last word, he nodded and took your hand guiding you.

You both left the bar, and maybe was the alcohol in your system but as soon as you realized you two were alone in a room.

The typical motel setting, nothing fancy, you were not able to catch much details the only thing that really caught your attention was the humid smell.

 You did not think twice and went straight to the bed, Jungkook watching your every step, his expectations did not go to far as he saw you close your eyes and fell asleep not much later.

He shook his head smiling, and took off your heels. He did the same with his shoes and laid besides you closing his eyes and embracing Morpheus.

After a while Yn woke up, the moonshine reflecting in Jungkook features, he was so peaceful when he was asleep. In that moment Yn wished to erase the wicked memory of that look in his eyes when they were at the police station.

That was a completely different person, that was not this angelic being resting besides her.

Yn felt a painful sharp pain in her chest, feeling like she was saying a proper goodbye to the boy that she loved.

She needed to leave before the sun comes out and Jungkook starts being so lovely and more difficult to reject.

So yn looked out for her heels scattered across the room, and put them on without losing sight of Jungkook sleeping figure.

But as soon as Yn left the room, she encountered herself in the middle of a storm.

A man was holding a gun on the head of a weeping woman.

His eyes dark and shiny with no sense of any human qualities, very animalistic.

The woman with barely clothes on her body, face turned into a torrid mishmash of makeup, tears and blood.

Your own pulse started to accelerate.

there was no warning when the man just shot his gun.

The woman screamed in horror when she saw you lying on the ground in a puddle of blood.

You felt no pain.

The consciousness again slipping away from you.

The cold and the nothing carried you for a few instants until you did not remember your name anymore.

End of part 1

[suemaelee]

♡New Years Fuck♡

-A quick little smutt, with Jk-

(spelling "Happy New Year" with his tongue)

You and Jungkook went to a New years party where all the other members were.

It was a beautiful building where you guys could watch a firework show when the countdown ended.

When you guys arrived, you greeted everyone.

"Stay close," Jungkook says. You give a nod, and with his hands on your waist, you guys continue greeting the members, family members, other K-pop idols, old friends, and actors. There were a lot of people. You did feel a bit overwhelmed, but he was there with you..

Jungkook knows that the crowd isn't your favorite place. Which is why he kept you so close to him.

(Later)

Five, four, three, two, One!!!

Standing at the big window of the building staring at the bombs of colors exploding in the air, Jungkook grabs on to you tightly and kisses you like it was the last time.

The sound of champagne caps popping, the bubble sounds in a wine glass, people laughing, the muffled sounds of people greeting each other a happy new year while their faces are barried in each others neck while hugging. The chaos. It felt amazing. It was like you were on cloud nine. Surrounded by the people you love... and him.

"Alright, break it up, you two, I want a hug now," Jimin says, while walking towards you with open arms. And just like that, a minute or twenty later, you wished about 86% of the people a happy new year.

At this point, you were no longer standing next to Jungkook. So you go and look around for him. In the corner of your eye, you see an elevator door closing and him inside going up. So you walk up to the elevator and wait. When it opens up, you go to the rooftop since the party was only the floor right beneath. Really, you can't go anywhere else if up is where you're going. When you get to the rooftop, you see him looking around like he's lost.

"What are you looking for?" You ask, walking up to him

"You," he says, laughing. "I came here to look for you"

He grabs on to your waist and gives you another kiss.

"I know this can be very overwhelming, so l thought, maybe you came up here for some fresh air," he says.

"You know me well," you give him another kiss. "But I saw you leaving and followed you up here"

"Stalker much," he jokingly says with a smirk on his face.

"Says the one who was looking for me"

"Yeah, well, then we both are." he leaves a couple of kisses on your neck.

"What are you doing?" you say while tugging on his blouse.

"You look so good tonight, baby," he says and continues kissing you. He grabs a hold of you ass with both of his hands, giving it a squeeze.

"Not here"

"Mmmmh, comon, no one will see us"

"You don't know that"

"Then let them see, its new year's. Let loose a little, " he says, trying to pull up your dress.

"No, babe, this is too risky"

He backs up. You fix your dress. "Fine, you're no fun"

He walks away.

"Excuse me? I'm lots of fun"

He sits down.

You walk over to him and stand right between his legs.

He grabs on to your thighs and runs his hands up and down them.

"Prove it"

"What"

"Prove to me that you're fun," he says, leaning back.

You think about it for a bit. But man, he looks so fine.

"Okay"

You grab a pillow from the couch and place it on the floor between his legs. You get down on your knees and start rubbing your hands along his chest, stomach, thighs and his by now rock hard cock.

You start to undo his pants, and he lifts up himself a bit to you can take them off along with his boxers.

You grab on to his dick.

He leans his head back and let's out a moan.

You start by kissing his dick slowly. Then, proceed to lick it from the bottom to the top. And then you wrap your lips around him and start to suck.

"Oh fuck baby" he grabs on to your hair.

You proceed, and he slowly starts to guide your head up and down. By now, he's basically trembling already.

"You like it ?" You ask, looking up at him.

" I fucking love it baby" he says.

You go faster, making him a moaning mess. You can already feel the hot precum starting to splurt in your mouth. But that's when he tells you to stop.

"Wait, wait, baby, please. I need to taste you"

He helps you up, and you lie back on the couch.

He pulls up your dress and pulls down your panties.

"I got you all wet, havent I? He says, getting on his knees, and at the same spot where you were at.

He kisses your stomach and pulls up your thighs to kiss them aswell.

The feeling of his warm lips and his freezing cold piercing your thighs make you go insane. He then leaves a couple of kissen on your clit and starts to lick you from your hole all the way back up. When he reaches your clit he then goes along in circles with his tongue and then gives your pussy some hard sucking. Toe curling legs shaking loud moaning and eyes rolling at this point.

He looks up at you and says " should I spell happy new your on your little clit? Would you like that baby?"

You look down at him with desprate eyes.

"Yes, please,"

He proceeds.

"H" "A" "P" "P" "Y" "N" "E" "W" "Y" "E" "A" "R".

"Oh god, I'm so close baby"

He stops. And before you can say anything, he gets on the couch, turns you horizontal so that you're lying back, and grabs on to your thighs tightly. He pulls himself closer to you and starts grinding himself into you. He bites his bottom lip and leans down for a quick makeup session.

Before you knew it, he plunged his hard dick into you while trying to go as deep as he could.

You let out a gasp along with him letting out a loud moan

"You're always so tight, baby,"

He then proceeds to pound into you. In and out. You can see how desperate he is. How much he needs you. Going faster and faster by the minute. You both lose control, and your hips start to move to meet his thrusts.

He stops again. Gets up and grabs you by the hands and brings you to the railing of the building. Where the air is crisp and the bombes of color still explode.

He leans you over the railing and starts to kiss down your back. He then proceeds to enter his dick inside, grabs on to your waist and and that's to pound into you. With one hand, he grabs a hold of you tit and starts to move even faster. It's so loud outside, but you can still hear him moaning and panting for air.

"I'm gonna cum baby" he says.

"Me too"

With a final thrust, you feel his hot cum pumping inside of you as you climax and shake on his dick.

He goes back and forth slowly, finishing inside of you. Letting out every single drop of cum he had left inside of him.

He puts his head on your shoulder, and you both catch your breath.

He pulls out, and you turn around to see him smiling at you.

"What"

" ...so sexy..." he says.

You grab onto his shoulders, and he pulls you in by the waist and kisses you. You kiss him back, of course.

"Happy new year baby" he says

"Happy new year love" you reply.

-To many more-

You both get dressed and head back to the party.

♡Fin♡

{Happy fucking new years my horny babes!!! 2024 we are going be even more delusional, try our best to not break down everyday and make lots of money and be the bad bitches we've always been times 1000. My last smutt got so much love so thankyou all so freaking much, I know this one is a little long but I hope it was worth your time♡ for everyone that supports me, I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU ARE MY FUCKIN SOULMATE. Happy new years love, stay safe and I'll see you all very soon again with more♡♡♡}

[hollyhomburg]

(BILY namjoon, size kink, protection kink, namjoon is a soft alpha but also a horny puppy) You know I kinda want to rewrite namjoon in BILY to have an obvious size kink like- there is something that pleases his alpha nature that he’s so obviously so much taller than certain packmates, wider and stronger than alphas like hobi. A lot bigger than yoongi and jimin.

He tries not to show it, a little embarrassed that the sight of yoongi in his clothes- how they dwarf him has him half hard in his pants. But the others know him and accept him and that means teasing. Jinnie leaning in to whisper in his ear, “yoongi looks so delicate taking your cock alpha, you’re too big for him” and namjoon just goes bright red and maybe cums a little early.

But when it comes down to it, It is just a kink. The same way as Jin’s spanking kink, the same way that jk kinda always gets off on a little praise- or the way that yoongi likes giving it. He doesn’t have to be shy about the fact that looking at his cock next to jks makes him so turned on he might as well pop a knot over it. The pack accepts all of each others kinks and faults. Namjoon just likes being a strong and big alpha and he feels that more strongly around the packmates that are more physically vulnerable than him.

And then the panic when he meets the m/c and his smallest packmate has an even smaller mate, I do think he’d be hardly able to look at her after they started courting. Maybe one time when he picks her up and realizes with horror- that both his hands can easily encircle her waist. especially compared to jin and jk, just looking at their size difference would make him drooly and overly possessive. They compare hand sizes and he’s hard, she tries to kiss him up on her tippy toes and can’t reach and he’s hard. He puts his fingers around her wrist- circling it easily and so much blood runs south he gets light headed. Namjoon has always loved small and cute things but this- this is a bit excessive.

It makes his alpha pur when she asks for help, let alone when she comes out wearing his clothes one day, just a shirt of his that’s a dress in her and namjoon just groans and excuses himself cuz she looks so sjsksksk and he’s hard in his pants and it’s kinda hard to hide and he never wants to make her uncomfortable. Getting off on her size without her permission is something that feels wrong- especially when she’s unaware of it.

And meanwhile she’s just like “what did I do wrong 🥺 does alpha not want me to wear his clothes?” And the rest of the pack are just like so not on namjoon’s side and want him to suffer “no, in fact I think you should keep wearing them until he knots his pants” “what??” “Nothing baby! Jks just teasing”

Ans jimin coaches her what to say around him “if you say that you feel small and safe around him he may just melt into a puddle.” And when she does namjoon anxiously confesses that yes it is a kink and he’ll never force it on her and it has nothing to do with her gaining/not gaining weight.

And she’s just like “wait so it’s like…being able to protect me? Thats what gets you off? Me being small and Feeling like you need to protect me makes you horny?” And he’s anxiously like “yeah…”

and meanwhile the m/cs panties are so wet that the rest of the pack can smell it from a room away. She may have a protectiveness kink- or maybe it’s just a namjoon kink.

And she’s just like “pick me up and fuck me ahainst the wall” and namjoon is just like so thrown. “Uhm?? what the fuck” “do it namjoon I know you can.”

and yeahhh this would make for some absolutely /lovely/ smutt

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Hiii i loved ur mafia story " it hurts... " which is has our jungkook as main lead 💥 i really really enjoy this story, is there another chapter or the story is done or u wont be writing them again? Hopefuly just in case u stopped writting ( finish this before stopping) i just loved it and am dying to know what happens. I hope u add smut to the list to see JK with YN smutt like let it has smut each page am curios haha, also add me to taglist if u have one, and thank u 👏👏👏

hi! I’m happy to know you enjoy “it burns, doesn’t it?” 🫶 it’s such an old story, I intended to finish it years ago but here I am. I’ve been debating on releasing part 22 after some editing, it would act as sort of a bridge between a theorized time skip. Not too sure tho, just an idea rn

I know smut is a popular but I’m not a suuuper explicit writer^^ i stay in the realms of really mature but I don’t get very graphics. I do try to add somewhat realistic intimacy though, so you might get a spicy scene one of these days, maybe :))

If I create a tag list, I’ll be sure to add you🤍

[ki-yomii]

Can I make a request for ceo jk arranged marriage..with jealous jk finally confessing his feelings to yn and smutt 👉👈

ofc bby! thank you for sending in a request 🧡 adding it to my wips 🥰

[hopetheneko]

Get this smutt out of my feed you disgusting animal! /jk

Just a wholesome James & Jude moment… no [redacted] at all…

[a-prekliatyvlk]

(In the most loving vc) y’all are some filthy animals.

[rs-elane-blogsandfictions]

Jungkook's One-Shot is Out!!!!! Go and check it out!! Chapter 1 posted!!

Topic: His ex comes back to your lives when you two married and tries to get him back by creating problems inbetween you two...

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Rating: Mature (18+)

GIF's owned by me 😁❤️

The smut and angst are yet to come in the story... The first chapter was more of fluff!😊

[anythingtrxsh]

Love love love your page!! This is where I come to find amazing fic recommendations! I just wanna ask for some college au Taekook fics with top kook! Also smutt is a must ;) thanks you guys!

omg i’m in love with this ask??? thank you so much for liking my blog!! that really makes me so happy you have noo idea mayhaps im crying

(i totally am)

here are your fics hun, enjoy!

Double Tap [55k] by meganni {nothing could have prepared me for the rollercoaster this fic is}

Pour Up (Drank) [41k] by mindheist {one of the first fwb aus ive ever read and it’s still iconic}

tenacious d in the dick of destiny [41k] by jhopeg {hm. so obviously this comes with a lot of smut.}

Our Red Scarf (Keep Me Warm) [42k] by MirreRover {another fwb au bc who am i kidding im a sucker for those}

we made these memories for ourselves [32] by thestarsabove {ok so maybe (just!! maybe!!!) i like fwb fics a too much. also. i think i should mention justin bieber makes a cameo. as a poster but who cares right}

loving easy [30k] by aeterisks {cheerleader taehyung!! i feel like you already know i love this fic but imma just say that one more time. i love. this fic.}

maybe we found love (right where we are) [29k] by wowoashley (orphan_account) {yet another fwb au but with idol jk on the side}

All The Way Up [25k] by taeharem {swimming au}

cliff drop gradient [16k] by astringxnt {so you’ve heard about fake dating aus. are you ready for a fake MARRIAGE au??? the answer is no. you’re not. i’m not. we. are not. ready.}

Fool Me Once (Shame On You) [3k] by mindheist {i literally refused to end this ask without this fic}

happy reading!!

[adonis-koo]

Heyyy babee so i wanted to ask you questions 14 and 15? Also i LOVED the update for tease and the smutt 🤤🤤🤤 ( fun fact: tease in egyptian slang literally means ass 😂 just thought you’d like to know )

HAHAHA OH MY GOD 💀💀💀 that is amazing! I never knew how much I needed that in my life until now 😂 thank u so much for reading and enjoying everything so far!! I’m glad everyone is living for the smut bc I was worried y’all might think he was a lil mean :( or maybe it’s just my sensitive ass over here being me 😂

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

I had to sit and think about this almost the whole day because if you squint I almost always have moral lessons or life lessons incoperate into my fics because that’s how people grow irl so it would make sense to add it into fiction.

So I sat for a long ass time because I know I had a few things I just couldn’t remember. A few lessons you could keep in mind from tease: Going out of your comfort zone is the scariest thing but also one of the most freeing, MC is NOT someone who would be considered a ‘stripper’ on any level and it was a HUGE deal for her to do that.

The second lesson is: not everyone is meant to stay in your life, and that’s okay!

Sometimes people are only meant to stay in your life temporarily and serve you in a way you need, be it for moral support, company at the time, or just someone to talk to. You can always be thankful for their friendship but it’s okay to let go of it if it’s no longer beneficial emotionally. Sometimes we get caught up in the nostalgia of the friendship or too scared to move on due to the fear of being lonely, so we stay stuck, grounded in an unhappy friendship where neither party is really interested. You can let go of old friendships, it’s okay and a part of life!

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

My mind automatically goes to writing wise, a few things I learned: drafting is so so important, you can add so much more depth into a scene and really bring it to life. If you’re attempting to make longer fics (5-12k) just write, write as much detail as humanly possible even if it’s redundant gibberish until you’re use to writing a certain word length.

Also work your way up slowly first aim on a reasonable word length if you’re use to writing say 2k aim for 5k, once you’re use to that try for 7k and etc. eventually you’ll be so use to writing a certain length it won’t be so much gibberish anymore and actual substance. Most of tease’s chapters only hit 5k at most, now my bitch ass just posted a 16k chapter 💀

I learned also how to write smut. Which sounds weird because ?? I wrote a ton of smut before that technically. But tease was when I really started incoperating smut and ive honestly found, the only good way to work on writing smut, is to literally just write as much as possible 💀

tease was like that experimental phase for me in writing with smut so I explored a lot of different scenarios and how to write them. I’m not saying I’m an amazing smut writer but I’m decent now do it counts for some thing 💀💀💀

Emotional wise? I didn’t necessarily learn anything per say as everything I incorporate into my stories have been lessons I’ve learned over my short lived years. One thing that I’ve definitely reinforced because of tease is confidence I think it’s something we all struggle with but I’ve really worked on trying to be confidence in my body, in who I am and what I’m doing.

Because goddammit if tease!MC- the shyest person on the planet can become a fucking stripper I can atleast order my own damn food at McDonald’s 😡 she lowkey had her hand held by jk the whole way through but that’s besides the point

Hahaha anyways, thank you so much for sending in an ask!!! Sorry I went off y’all know I can never shut the fuck up on here 🤩🖤

‘Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it’

[trifoliumrex]

ok you know that story about the guy who played that weird song during sex that sounds like idk squeaking or some shit? cant help but imagine it playing while mc got that hair spray can dick impaling her the smutt you know what youve done. you made us all feral yeah yeah yeah we get it you make us horny !!! i love the bit were mc realizes her pack is there for her. that its not something she just has to do alone. like what a good metaphor for her. loved seeing the opportunity to safeword if she needed too. my favorite part about the chapter is hobi though. hobi thinking about his time with tae and the juxtaposition of taes thoughtfulness in the shower vs her thoughtlessness of the the don't spoil it. i love the casual carelessness that you write into the pack dynamic because it feels so real and tangible. what did tae mean? probably not much at all. how did it effect him though uhg so good! The part I can't stop thinking about though is this. yoongi seeing mc hair being pulled and safe wording. we get to see him deal with the fact that to him, mc having very consensual sex might at times be just to much and it made me think about what it might be like to see mc crying and saying its to much. especially after we see him want to be there for her. Like, as the other pack member who has experienced a similar situation I just wonder. its not like rut dumb namjoon would just be fine with him leaving uhg it is such an interesting dynamic. the confusion for him around ruts and heats from his past and the confusion about him with her and especially after safewording for her for her comfort. what would it look like to him?!

then again. maybe he'd just touch namjoons bulge on the out side of her stomach and heyo new kink pt 2 (or 8 whos counting?!) that would be equally interesting.

can't wait for these dumb babies to kiss and then hold onto each other. ! KISS KISS KISS

Jk calling her pup was pretty cute not gonna lie and namjoon grasping onto all the omegas hell bent on being a good alpha is so fun. uhg what a good chapter

Before I Leave You (Pt. 54)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: You don’t want your first time taking namjoon’s cock to be during his rut, luckily- the pack is there to make the transition easier. 

Tags: Dom! namjoon, Dom! jin, Sub! m/c, switch! Jungkook, threesome, groupsex, Monster cock Namjoon, squirting, Knotting, size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, humiliation kink, obedience-kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, voyeurism, fingering, sex-toys, double penetration mention, cock cages, manhandling, mentions of orgasam torture, orgasam denial, cuming pre-maturely but in a sexy way, safeword mention but no usage, a tad bit of dehumanization if you squint, pre-rut no rut yet next chapter, possessiveness, feral! Namjoon, mentions of the m/c’s past ed, body worship, Namjoon really loves her chub and gets horny about it,

W/c: 17.9k

A/N:  Ah, here is is, i know it’s been a long time, this chapter and the following one have been taking alot out of me! it would help me so much if you left some love in my inbox about this chapter <3 A caveate on the topic of unrealistic penetration- this is a fantasy, more specifically /my fantasy/ so i’m gonna do with it what i want. would namjoon technically be litterally fucking her womb if omega anatomy was the same as human anatomy? yes. do i think cervixes are different in the omegaverse? also Yes.

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Namjoon sleeps for the next 10 hours.

He’s been awake for almost twice that long by the time his body finally relaxes against the nest. Sour clothes changed and his pack watching nervously trying to guess at how far along he is into pre-rut.

The blankets in the nest are fluffy but not at all right and it makes namjoon want to cry. There’s something about it that sets an itch down his neck. The discomfort eased by kisses pressed to his sleepy form, his shoulders aching from being in one position for nearly 20 hours. Sweet nuzzles against his throat relax his body, substantially soothed.

The wrongness is something for future Namjoon to handle. This one just needs to rest. The pinch to the back of his neck takes the edge off, that and Jin’s command of sleep. sleep alpha- we’ll be here when you wake has Namjoon melting into the covers.

While he rests his body grows sorer. Nose itching more sensitive by the moment. His blood and heart pumping quicker, adrenaline readying itself for the hunt. 

His nose twitches in his sleep and his scent spikes gradually; first it’s warm coffee like normal, then like a heady wave that fills the nest room and then the house. Pushing out all other scents until it’s all you can smell.

You wonder if by the time his rut hits, you’ll feel like you’re drowning in it.

Keep reading

[jessefandomunited]

Pride Month

So i am kind of on the outskirts of pride month, cheering people on for coming out because i myself have 1) not found myself questioning if i really am straight or 2) questioning my gender. Which is fine but i think it  goes a bit deeper that that. I don’t think that anyone is fully “straight” because i’ve have had many thoughts that i don’t think fit with “ straight”. I know you are thinking, “ then why say you’re straight.” Well it’s a long rambling thing that i believe only my mutuals will care about which is why i’m making this a read more but fiiirrrsssttt.

Congratulations if you came out this month. And if not i wish you the best of luck going forward. I’m a christian which might come as a shock that i’m saying all of this, but i believe it shouldn’t. The main law Jesus gave was “ love the lord your God with all your heart and love your neighbor as yourself.” My job is to spread Gods love, which isn’t typically shown around pride month. But i love you all and just don’t give up, things will get better.

now onto my rambling (i know everyone is different , this is my own experience when it comes to me)

When it comes to Lables of Gender and Sexuality i really have never givin it much though. I feel sometimes these things can change so i really don’t put too much weight on it when it comes to me. The only label i care about is “ Child of the one true King” Which sounds like a bit of a christian answer but it is true. However during this pride month i decided to think about my experiences with gender and sexuality and kind of evaluate myself in  a way.

Lets start with gender. I have always been female and i feel like i’m comfortable being said female. However i went through my “ i’m not like other girls” phase and definitely found myself feeling like a bit of a tom boy. Towards the end of my senior year of highschool i cut my hair very short and began to look more boyish. I have been mistaken for a guy multiple times, and i don’t mind it. ANd that is going to be a theme through a lot of this. I really don’t care what you call me. You can call me he if you want , she , them, furby, anything , i really don’t care either way which , as i said before, isn’t how everyone is and i feel really bad if it gives you anxiety to be misgendered. For me , i don’t really mind. Even today i finished my makeup and looked in the mirror and was like, “ wow i look like a guy today.” Do i myself think i’m another gender, no, but i do see that i can easily be seen as another gender.

Now sexuality. I’ve always found myself attracted to guys, and that’s about it. Lol jk it goes deeper than that. Being christian i’ve always been told to wait till marriage to have sex. And so far i’ve kept that. But it might go a little deeper than that. I’m terrified to have children, it sounds like a horror movie having something growing in you, Also, i’ve always seen sex as just gross. All sex. I feel massively uncomfortable reading smutt and watching sex scenes on movies. While all my friends were looking at guys butts , i was trying to see their faces. Now i know you’re all saying “ Amy sounds like your a sexual” which would be very convenient since one of my nick names is a- dog. But i don’t think it fits. Yes i may never want to have sex, but i might one day. When i find the right person i might want to have sex with them. It just hasn't happened yet. Now i could go more into the reasons i’m not a lesbian, so i’ll go over that really quick. I’ve been very touchy feely with a lot of my friends, i’m a hugger what can i say. I’ve never had any deeper feelings than friendship though. I have been called a lesbian multiple times and played into it a lot ( sometimes it kept weird guys off). Either way as much as i’ve been called it, like my gender i really didn’t care too much. People could make assumptions about me all they wanted but i knew who i was and that is all that matters

All in all if you finished reading this

call me whatever you like

and i appreciate you reading my psychic evaluation of myself ^W^

[ik-jams]

MAstErLisT

BTS:

MOODBOARDS:

~ Art Jimin 

~ Vkook: One night Stand 

~ Yoongi: Song, short scenario+Moodboard Shape of you

~ Yoongi: Wedding day 

~ Taehyung: Fluffy Forehead kisses 

~ Sugamon: Couple

~ Namjoon: Angst scenario + Moodboard 

~ Jhope: Hobi + Green

~ Jhope: Sunshine!!

TEXTS: 

~ Jungkook texts: Why are you crying?

~ Hobi texts: Green Tea

~ Yoongi comforts Hoseok pt.1

~ Yoongi Comforts Hoseok Pt.2.

~ They text something weird to their celebrity crush.

~ Namjoon Birthday texts

~ Namjoon Texts: You feel insecure about your skin tone

~ Namjoon drunk texting Jin about his identity crisis

~ Namjoon sets you up with Hobi

~ Fuffy/Teasing Taegi texts 

~ You text them about BS&T Jap. Ver. theories [Jungkook and Namjoon Only] 

~ Rap line comforting you because you feel insecure about being tall

~ Your BTS Bff catches you sexting with another member

~ You text your bts best friend instead of your boyfriend- Hyung Line

~ Sobi when you fangirl over Monsta X

~ Namjin when you fangirl over Monsta X

~ Maknae line when you fangirl over Monsta X

~ Vhope texts

~ Namjin takes pole-dancing classes

~ You text them saying you think/saw someone drug your drink

~ You confuse one member for another

~ Group Chat: Short shit

~ Group Chat: Gifts, gifts, gifts

~ Group Chat: Hobi package

~ Group Chat: You pass your exams and they’re proud of you

~ Group Chat: BTS teasing Tae about the pic he accidentally posted

~ They find out you have a YT channel 

~ You get a lip piercing- Hyung Line 

~ Funny sarcastic texts- Hyung Line 

~ You bothered another member and they text you about it -Hyung line as siblings

~ They lose their kid and grab another persons child by accident- Hyung Line

~ You steal something of theirs- hyung Line

~ They text you about their dad and daughter time- Hyung Line

~ You get a lip piercing- Maknae Line

~ Funny sarcastic texts- Maknae Line 

~ They text you about their dad and daughter time- Maknae Line

~ They lose their kid and grab the wrong child by accident- Maknae Line

~ You steal something of theirs- Maknae Line

~ You text your BTS bff instead of your boyfriend

~ Group Chat: You text them about Teachers Day 

~ Hobi texts: Posts are not posting

~ Hobi texts: A type of relationship

~ Hoseok Texts: You give him love and support since he feels no one would enjoy his music. 

~ Hobi texts: You tell him he’s art

~ Hobi texts: you dare him to call Yoongi daddy 

~Yoongi texts: Auto-correct

~ Yoongi Texts: He forgets he has a date with you

~ Yoongi texts: Getting him to be fluffy [My very first texts ;-;]

~ Jungkook texts: World Coconut day

~ Jungkook texts - jokes

~ Random Jungkook Texts 

~ Jungkook texts about not being a slave

~ Jungkooks B-day

~ Jimin texts: You kind of shower him with compliments for a pic he posted

~ Fluffy Jimin texts

~ Tae gets you a puppy.

~ Taehyung comforts you after a breakup

~ Taehyung texts: It was international Unicorn Day

BTS TEXT SERIES:

The bet: Hoseok series, Pt.1 - Pt.2 - Pt.3 - Pt.4 - Pt.5 [stopped]

Error Series: All members, Yoongi Ver. -  Jungkook Ver. 

Korean with Namjoon: Pt.1 - Pt.2 - Pt.3 - Pt.4 - Pt.5

Chim and Spanish: 1 - 2 - 3 - # -

Random Jin texts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 -

Mysme x BTS: fangirling about the V route with Tae, Pt. 1 [not really a series]

Taekook series: Tae is an art student and JK is a tattoo artist AU: Pt.1 - Pt.2 - Pt.3 - pt.4 -[idk]

REACTIONS: 

~ Their 5-year-old telling them that they want to grow up to be like their father.🌟

~ You React: BTS talks in their sleep.

~ They see “Bloody Mary”

~ You have self-destructive tendencies.

~ You fangirl over a younger band

~ Their S/O is a wizard

~ You move a lot in your sleep

~ Their S/O eating a banana [semi normal ver.]

~ They find out their S/O has a chronic illness when he/she has a bad episode 

~ Their S/O eating a banana [smutt ver.]

~ Hearing their best friend confess

~ They find out you’re a classical musician 

~ Their S/O has to go to a specialist doctor because she's been in pain and she's scared about it.

~  You have a prettier older sister and they start falling for her. How would they tell you?

~  Falling for your older sister Pt.2: They want you back~

~ They find out you’re Norwegian: Hyung Line [This is texts/snaps/and reaction but will be under reactions] 

~ They find out you’re Norwegian: Maknae Line

~  Mafia AU: Their S/O being the little sister of the rival gang leader and when their brother tries to hurt the member they kill their own brother.

~  Their girl crush being roommates with her guy bestfriend

~  Their S/O playing the piano them~This is a reaction for Jungkook, Jimin (BTS), Yugyeom, and Mark (GOT7). [So it will reappear in the GOT7 reactions]

~ You having a different religion.

~  Reaction to Namjoons Girlfriend.

~  Reaction to their gf’s lips tasting sweet because she had eaten something sweet beforehand.

~  To you pretending to be a fan at one of their meet and greets.

~  Gf teasing them, saying she'll be the 8th member~

~  Their S/O cutely asking for a kiss~

~  Gf being abused by Sasaeng 'fans'.

~  BTS’ reaction to losing their kid.

BTS AS- 

Boyfriends~ 

Dads~

BTS FAKE SNAPS:

~ Jin And Namjoon ask for your opinion on something

~ Fluffy Hobi Snap

MTL’s:

~ MTL to leave " love marks " on their S/O

SCENARIOS:

~ Meeting Seokjin [Jin x reader] 

MONSTA X

TEXTS:

~ Kihyun Texts + His Surprise.

~ Changkyun texts

~ You being a Marvel fangirl with them

~ Monsta X as some of my text messages with my contacts

BLACKPINK:

MOODBOARDS:

~ Jennie, my gorgeous queen.

REACTIONS:

~  Their S/O can't tell her parents about their relationship because they are homophobic.

GOT7:

MOODBOARDS:

~ A BamBam moodboard

TEXTS:

~ You’re in a long distance relationship and you announce that you finally can go see them. - Maknae Line

~  You’re in a long distance relationship and you announce that you finally can go see them.- Hyung line

~ GOT7 drunk confessing Pt.1 - Pt.2 

~ Groupchat - night texts

REACTIONS:

~ You sneeze loudly in a silent place.

~ You have type 2 diabetes

~ Reaction to their S/O playing the piano them~ [This is a reaction for Jungkook, Jimin (BTS), Yugyeom, and Mark (GOT7 so it is also on the bts reaction list] 

~  GOT7′s reaction to their S/O taking their spotlight.

~  GOT7′s reaction to their S/O being very hyper and fangirly when she tells them she’s going to meet BTS.

BIG BANG:

REACTIONS:

~  You say you can't go to a concert but you surprise them and attend.

TEXTS

~ Texting in memes [Jae and Wonpil only]

[meanxgreen-blog]

OOC: In which the Mun has been summoned

THE BASICS:

Name: Crossbust B^) Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Ace Zodiac sign: Scorpio

THREE FACTS:

I once got paid for punching the class bully in intermediate because no one liked him and he was a spoiled lil bitch who picked on alot of people in class.  i also got into a fight with this chick who thought it was funny to take my shit. (( didn’t get in trouble because my mum knew how much of an ass those kids and the parents were))

I got eye surgery when i was younger.

I actually cannot scream like OUTRIGHT SCREAM.(( if that makes sense)) 

EXPERIENCES: i have no redeemable qualities in this catagory. I guess i’m just good at art

PLATFORMS: I used to rp on facebook. USED TO. I just rp here now but its a lil hard here more than it was on tumblr.

WORST EXPERIENCE; I once got a call out post, on tumblr and FB for  “plagiarising”. Our characters looked similar but they were different. It peeved me off that i lost friends and or people started to hate me for it. i got kicked out of being a mun for an ask blog because of that! RIP ME

BEST EXPERIENCE: MEETING MY TWINNIE CORVID IN THE DBD FANDOM!! NOW WERE HERE SHITPOSTING AND MAKIN THEM FINE MEMES IN THE TF FANDOM. WITHOUT MY FRIEND CORVID I DONT KNOW WHAT I’D DO CAUSE ILUV HE SMUCH <3

OTHER:

Typical muse gender: Ahh i have most experience with male muses and honestly i think i prefer to rp male

Favorite face: your face <3 Least favorite face:  mine </3 Multi or Single: MULTI BECAUSE IM A SLUT FOR SHIPS U HAVE NO IDEA. BUT I CAN DO SINGLE. Angst fluff or smut: oh gosh FLUFF is my shit!! ANGST is my shit!! Smutt is okay but i cant dickie so...  Plot or memes: shitposting my friend. JKS but both are great and i can both. Long or short replies: i can do both but im a hella bad rper who tried with doing good in both! 

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can you do something like you re Jk’s girlfriend. And jealous of his stylist? Kind of angst, smutt but happy ending? Please 💕 I LOVE YOU.

sure sure~! i didn’t know if you meant light smut or smut, so i just put normal smut for you, hope that’s okay!! you can find it here. lots of love!!

[hollyhomburg]

@mocha000 It’s you! Glad to see you’re still loving the story!

I felt like we needed to open with her nesting- just to add to the soft vibes of the chapter and I wanted to include more Yoongi parts in it- even though he will be a fixture and sort of a focus when she’s in heat. I really love the image of him trying his hardest to wake her up and her just being too sleepy! Too pupish!!! And the image of her and him showering together- so soft- I’ve been trying to experiment with different types of intimacy and sex in my writing- and I think the beginning section touches on it really well- because I think a lot of sex/smutt focuses too much on penetration when that’s like the least interesting part (unless it’s knotting tbh 👀)

Tbh- I think one of the reasons why the m/c, Tae, and Hobi have this obsession with flowers is because the three of them have a touch of seasonal depression and really really thrive when the weather is nice, so the pack indulging them is very much them helping their pups not feel the winter scaries so much <3 (are winter scaries a thing like Sunday scaries are? I always feel it like- when the weather starts to change it gives me so much anxiety because I always feel like I didn’t live in the summer enough or whatnot)

Oooh I did not mean the m/c and Namjoon’s little porch snippet to be sexual more like- fond- but now that I’m thinking it I wonder who would actually be brave enough to fuck on the porch and why is it jk and the m/c 😂 they’d get in so much trouble if the pack found out. Home at first sight thought- I love that part- lowkey probably my favorite part of the chapter.

I almost edited out the part where Yoongi and the m/c are talking about their wishes- sometimes when I’m writing I get very vivid ideas for dialogue and I have to find a way to work them into the story and this was one of those cases <3 I like it when Yoongi’s dialogue is a little lighter- like in the part where he’s talking about what kind of cat he’d be too!

I may have an unequivocal love for baby dom Tae, and also experienced dom’s Namjin coaching her through it and supervising from afar, maybe watching and giving her pointers <3 they just want their whole pack to be happy and healthy alright?

I also love the image of both Tae and the m/c just being a tumbly group of girls like giggles and cute outfits falling down the stairs into Namjoon’s arms- I love that they’re the pack’s girls and they’re so close like- I think they’re kinda what everything orbits in the pack like- the others can’t always count on spending time with each other or together- but at the end of the day the mc and Tae always always always take off each others makeup together and do a meadow report of their days <3 just girls being besties and lovers <3

Oh the m/c’s heat is 1000% making the pack more worried and clingy, they just don’t realize that’s why they’re feeling very overprotective of her, and also why Yoongi starts to panic when she’s leaving with nj, I mean- he has a bit of trauma with her leaving the house anyways- but her heat hormones where definitely at play.

I did really try and make some of the dialogue in this chapter funny to read, like with Namjoon kinda constantly making Freudian slips when the m/c is in her bikini. It was a unique challenge to write it this way but I think I’m getting better.

Ahhhh you know me- I love the tension! I love the build up! Nothing can stay perfect for long (although I have to admit I was tempted to give them a little bit of something before she passed out)

Honestly Jin is not going to let Namjoon forget that he stole his pup- Namjoon is gonna be put through the ringer by Jin the next chapter. He is an icky little nest thief! The audacity!

The part about Yoongi having no hair if he was a cat is inspired by my cat because while the rest of her hair is fairly long and thick…her tail has always been too short and not very fluffy 😂 combined with her very small heat it’s always made her look a little weird but I love her for it anyway, she’s lying next to me as I type this response and I get to squish her little toes between sentences.

Not to say those omegaspace zoomies will make an appearance…but lowkey might be my favorite part of the next chapter <3

Jk is like a Jin whisperer irl and in bily like- I love the he just /gets/ him, I think they’re like deceptively close you know? Like there where so many years where it was just the two of them before the m/c 🥺 they’re so cute.

I know It goes back and forth a little but yes- Jin does not what them to prioritize his heat over the m/c and Namjoon- at least not until the following morning because Jin does have about 30ish hours until he goes into pre-heat. Remember at this point- the pack is only 100% sure that Jin is going into heat not the m/c they trust Namjoon to handle it if that’s actually happening even if having her away when she /could/ be in pre-heat is very grating for Yoongi and Jin. It’s not an emergency emergency if it’s just him…with the m/c on the other hand once it’s confirmed- that’s a different story. Jin does put the happiness of his pups above his own wellbeing kinda often.

The m/c’s nose/scent stuff is kinda funny- but I lowkey think it’s her body just being like “you are about to get dicked down for several days without breaks, eat a fucking meal for once” like it’s her survival instincts that are making her not able to smell Namjoon because she needs to bulk up before her heat.

When it comes to magnolia and the other pups- it’s strange I can actually see her very very clearly like- picture her features and her hair- she lowkey convinces jk and tae to dye her hair purple when she’s like 7 or so and ends up keeping it until high school- like a deep deep plum that goes over her natural black hair- I think the floors in the downstairs bathroom end up completely fucked because she spills hair dye once. No one gets mad at her Yoongi just replaces the flooring 😭

I think with the interjections! I like that it feels like it gives info quick! And I know it’s atypical- I haven’t seen many other writers write this way but I like it! If it’s not too much I’ll keep doing it!

It would have been too long 😭 so so so totally too long, which is one of the reasons why I like the heat! Yoongi would have enjoyed the slow burn a little too much I think.

Thank you so much for another wonderful comment! At this point, all my energy to update comes from you and like three other people <3 I know that I say this every time but- really! thank you for sticking around <3 I don’t think I would have kept writing this story for so long if it wasn’t for you! Its one of the reasons why I try to respond to your messages first <3

Hope you like the next one too <3

Before I Leave You (Pt.74)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: A planned vacation with Namjoon might not offer the respite you hope it will; Something is wrong with Jin and he just wont say what.

Tags: Hurt/comfort, Harmless Sickfic, So much fluff, Light angst, Brief smut, brief mentions of intercrural sex, slick, a bit of spanking, implied d/s, under negotiated scene but everyone is okay with it, Mommy kink, mommy tae, baby dom tae, Brief daddy kink too, implied yandere Jin, obsessive behavior, controlling behavior, discussions of free use, free use! jungkook, clothing control, dollification if you squint, forced caretaking if you squint, nudity, voyeurism, exhibitionism, teasing, implied omegaspace, preheats,

W/c: 21.1k

A/n: Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out <3 the last couple of weeks have been...not great! Here it is! I will repay you guys with my hiatus by giving you possibly the longest bily chapter ever! The heat arc will take two more chapters! No idea how long those will be but i greatly enjoyed making this chapter the fluffiest little bundle of scenes I could. i did not hold back- i think we've all needed a bit of softness.

Previous part - Masterlist - First part

You are belly down in the nest when you first come too.

Your chest is pressed to the cuddle of blankets dragged beneath your tummy. Soft and cozy, warm breath tickling the back of your neck. Your sweet sweet omega packmates have made you the best nest in existence. Comfy and plush, you can sense the high walls and the care that they put into the placement of every pillow.

The scents from both of them (milk and honey) flutter past your consciousness, tugging you down and down, covering you like a physical shadow. So sweet you want to roll around in it.

If only you had the energy for it, your body feels like a lead weight.

You're not alone here but you might as well be for how scent-drunk you are. Can omegas get scent drunk on other omegas? Distantly you can hear voices talking. Downstairs? Or in the dressing room? your brain moves sluggishly, not a single coherent thought filling your head other than how truly comfortable you are.

It’s perfect, Jinnie and Koo are the best at nest-making.

Your inner omega is not entirely satisfied until you can smell all of your pack, you nuzzle forward to search for them. The soft fabric by your pillow smells like Yoongi- like chocolate. Sweet and heady and almost melty. The cinnamon and caramel and coffee are harder to pick out, the vanilla less so because Jimin had suctioned himself to your back in the night, nosing at your shoulders until he settled. The whole nest smells like your pack. Smell safe, smells like home.

Someone has opened up the curtains early (or is it late into the morning?) rather meanly. Soft light turns yellow behind your eyelids. You shield your face from the light in a blanket that smells like Tae. Burrowing underneath it and hiding.

Something warmer and less ephemeral than sunlight dances up and down your spine. Arresting your escape into dreamland and waking you gently. Rubbing harder with every moment.

“Honey.”

You huff, voicing your protests at being woken. Screwing your eyes shut.

“Pup” Yoongi stresses. You chirp, a little bratty. He huffs a fond sigh before really putting his hands to use gripping you under your ribs to lift you up gently.

Or at least trying too. You flop back against the blankets limp, refusing to open your eyes. Fingers tangled in the nest like a child would clutch at a well-loved stuffed animal (there are well-loved stuffed animals here, mostly ringing the nest like little soldiers, your addition to the nest). Your body feels so good- listless and tired and sleepy. You don’t answer your mate with more than a grumble, trying to turn back over. Tummy, you need to be on your tummy.

Yoongi laughs, actually laughs, and despite your best efforts you start to wake you do starts to feel more awake. His sleepy giggle and the flutter of your heart is better than an alarm clock.

Why stay asleep when you have so much to wake up to? Your mind doesn’t get the memo, remaining fuzzy and sluggish.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be late and…” Something smells very very sweet, almost syrupy on the air. You don’t mind the smell, but Yoongi smells a little sour. A little stress bitter- more 87% dark chocolate and not hot chocolate goodness. What could he possibly have to be stressed about when the nest feels like this? All he has to do is nest and he'll be right as rain, you wish you could tell him that, but your mouth remains sleep-slack and pouty.

His hand holds your hip, keeping your legs closed. Keeping your legs from parting. You cling to the pillow that smells like Tae. Intent on putting it between your legs and hugging it and not him if your mate is going to be mean and wake you.

But Yoongi doesn’t let you. Yoongi stops you.

“You’re gonna get it all over the bed and that if you’re not careful, and if you do Jin definitely isn’t gonna let you go with Namjoonie without giving you a scolding. And you know how he likes his scolding’s-”

Your body warms and sweetens, You bring your legs together, intent on pushing up in the nest and telling him off. But it’s then that you feel it. The cold, the wetness of slick between your legs.

Oh

You sit up so quick the room spins. Hair fluffing, all cowlicky and messy all over your head. You look first at Yoongi then anxiously between your thighs where the grey fabric of your pajamas has already darkened.

You’re not proud of the way that you slam the bathroom door in Yoongi’s face. His voice is muffled and worried. “It’s alright- it happens with Jin and Jungkook sometimes too, leaking slick is perfectly normal-”

You whine, high-pitched, embarrassed. cutting him off. “Give me a second! I’m fine just-” You keep your hands pressed to the door, holding it closed. Yoongi waits for a breath and the doorknob stops turning. You can hear his sigh from the other side of the door.

Someone opened up the window in the bathroom and you're thankful now- the scent of your slick is not quite so cloyingly sweet. Cold spring air tickles your toes, at odds with the heated flooring.

“Alright, want me to keep the others away?”

“Yes, please and thank you.” Your head hits the door. Resting your forehead against the wood.

A bit of slick trails down your thigh, threatening to land on the floor. You make an alarmed noise.

“Can you get me some clean clothes?”

“Oh yeah, shit- Sorry-”

There are bathing suits hanging on the side of the deep tub- from you and Tae and Hobi last night. from when you'd used the hot tub out on the balcony and soaking away your soreness last night. One of them slides to the floor (Tae’s, bright pink, crusted with pearls like a mermaid) as you hobble to the toilet. Feeling embarrassed and thankful that no one’s there to see you.

You’d gotten kissy and overheated in the tub. Water bubbling around you and concealing your wandering hands. Tae’s bathing suit pulled to the side and yours too eventually. Leaving Hobi pink-cheeked and watching from the other side- teasing himself with the distance.

Until they’d both sandwiched you. Bottoms pulled to the side under the water. Both of your alpha's working in tandem. Knots pressing between the chub of your thighs and sometimes up into the slick plush of your pussy lips. Neither of them slipped inside because you’d said you didn’t want it- that you just wanted to be teased.

And tease they had; with Tae’s cock sliding up between your body and the fabric of your bikini, sat upon her lap. Hobi’s mouth, trailing down the front plunge of your bikini and taking it off eventually. Both of them breathing heaving and nibbling.

You’d felt like a chew toy in the best way. Soft- turned on, not nervous, not anxious. Because neither of them seemed to have any intent on fucking you or knotting you or had been at all upset when you said you didn’t want to fuck. That you just wanted to be touched and nothing else.

You really liked it, being touched without it going anywhere. It’s not exactly surprising that you’d had what surely must have been a wet dream after.  

Yoongi had complained a bit about having to drain the water out of the tub when you’d come in dizzy and body humming, carefully corraled between your two pink-cheeked alphas, but you know he hadn't actually been upset. Just teasing.

You and Yoongi haven't been intimate in that way since your fight and blow-up and then eventual reconciliation but at least the kisses have been lingering and slow and not without heat. The regular intimacy is back, the cuddling too- and you know it's only a matter of time until that part of your relationship unfurls again.

Neither of you are in any sort of rush. You've taken your last three showers with him, had shampooed his hair and shaved his scratchy chin last shower, with him sitting on the shower bench and you standing between his legs. Yesterday after Tae and Hobi had dragged you into the hot tub.

But he hadn't taken you, even though his eyes had been on you and his hands had touched a little softer, a little longer. and he knew exactly what you'd just been doing with tae and hobi by your scent alone. His cock hadn't been completely soft against his thigh but he hadn't asked or initiated anything. Neither had you.

Granted, You hadn’t wanted to be sore for your and Namjoon’s travel day today. Yoongi is a very very considerate mate and packmate.

Now you sit on the edge of the toilet and pull down your pants, cringing when you see the mess of slick that soaks your pj's and darkens the fabric from grey to black. You wonder if it's just the stress of travel and leaving your pack or if there are other things at play here.

Given how you’d forgotten about your and Namjoon’s first date until several weeks after having made the plans for it- it's a little predictable that you’d also forgotten your plans to go on a little vacation with the pack alpha. Granted you'd made your plans shortly before you’d tried to leave them, and that had also kinda distracted both of you, but tomato tamato.

It’s been three months since all of that went down. Springtime is well on its way. The trees are going to leaf out any moment now and join the blooming cherry blossom and crabapple trees and magnolias that dot your section of town. You can barely walk with Hobi to work anymore without him pointing out the magnolia trees and promising that he'll plant one in your front yard before the summer is over.

Soon but not quite yet.

It’s the blooming trees that had actually inspired your trip with Namjoon; Namjoon got the idea when you’d been driving with him to another doctor’s appointment. You'd been quiet, nervous, nose pressed to the window to watch for trees, and you'd asked him to slow down so that you could look longer at the pink tangles of trees along the waterfront.

Namjoon loves to indulge.

You’d perused Airbnb’s together, knitted close one evening on the couch, a glass of wine and Jungkook’s pinky tucked into one limb and Namjoon pressed close on the other. Tae’s laptop balanced on his thighs and Jin on his other side. Because even if your packmates wouldn't be coming- they still want a hand in the planning. The nosey bunch that they are.

You’d planned it out with Jin watching with hawk eyes and deeming certain packages too pedestrian for you, not fancy enough or not romantic enough. You’d finally landed on a hot spring, up north- apparently known for its secluded views and cherry blossoms at this time of year.

Appropriately bougie and appropriately brief at 3 days and 2 nights but special enough for what Namjoon had dubbed your first anniversary present.

You’d talked about it, tangled up with Namjoon on the front porch under about a dozen blankets just to watch the birds getting fat and happy on spring suet and seeds. Hobi hung up the birdfeeders there just for you and Namjoon to enjoy on your mornings.

You and Namjoon watch the birds often on the front porch, now that it's warm enough to sit out here for extended stretches. With him working so infrequently, you've been able to spend a lot more time with him.

Your love with him has always been slower, gentler than the others. Namjoon loves being delicate with you and loves treating you like the fine china that you are. You feel the delicacy in the way he touches you all the time and in the way that he encourages your slow mornings.

Your mouth rounded out and kissed pink from his mouth a second ago, kissing you when the birds don’t linger near the feeder so that your squeaks don’t spook them. Your shirt pulled up as you slid down the cushion, bare skin that Namjoon’s fingers had teased at. A touch just to touch. Tickling at your ribs until you giggle at him to stop.

Petting up and down your sides, he can’t feel your ribs anymore. Hasn’t been able to in months. He indulges in the feeling of your soft skin while you watch the birds flutter. “I don’t know if we can call May our anniversary, you didn’t kiss me really until June.”

“Doesn’t matter, We met in May.”

You'd snorted, "thats not an anniversary Joonie. What was it love at first sight?"

"No," Namjoon says, honest, but that's why you love him, leaning in nose had pressed against your mating mark, sniffing deeply. Letting out a satisfied grumble. "Maybe home at first sight though. I think I could already feel it- that you and Yoongi were mated. I think I just didn’t want to admit it to myself yet.”

Anniversaries and special days aside. The rest of the pack had been predicably jealous when you'd shown them the pictures of the hotel. Not too jealous- because the pack has another vacation in the works at the end of the summer. An idea that’s only just starting to crest their minds. Why shouldn’t they travel now? They don’t have pups- and this might be one of the last summers they have.  

Tae had leaned in over Namjoon’s computer, “Wait this is so pretty- and for photos! I want to go look at all the pink” She’d whined. Jimin had just shaken his head and leaned close to press a kiss to her temple to distract her. Almost hitting one of Tae’s space buns in the process.

“We can always go to the botanical gardens for pictures honey.”

“Yeah! That way you can show me when we get back! and we'll have pictures to show each other” You’d chirped, trying to be comforting.

Sometimes in the pack, it’s hard to separate your relationships out into their single pairs, beyond soon-to-be mated pairs and soulmates aside. It’s hard not to want to do everything together.

But getting away with the pack alpha for a few days is probably going to be good for all of you. A day or two apart and some time to decompress. A brief stretch so that you only miss each other more.

To have the pack alpha’s undivided attention is something that you’re both excited and nervous about.

He’s taking you to a resort and hot springs up north. Surrounded by a cherry blossom grove that’s earned its spot at the top of several travel blogs as the number one event to do in the spring. It's not a terribly long trip and mid-week because the rest of the rooms had been booked up for the weekends already. But Namjoon had still insisted that you get a room with an attached private spring. T

here’s a cherry blossom trail on the grounds and a nice dinner planned for tomorrow night. But nothing else planned for the third day beyond your drive home. Namjoon had heard of this cute little roadside bakery that he wanted to stop at on your way for breakfast.

You’ve been bouncing up and down with excitement since last night- your singular suitcase packed yesterday morning by Tae and Jungkook- who had demanded you pack a quite frankly concerning amount of lingerie.

But even you had to admit that this is an undeniably sexy vacation. You hadn’t planned anything beyond your walk and dinner, mostly because you’d both expected to do something else for the majority of your trip.

Mostly having raunchy passionate hotel room sex… not that Namjoon even said explicitly that that's what he wants to do with you on this vacation. But he hadn't exactly not hinted at that either with the private onsen suite.

But looking down at your soiled panties, slick sticky, and darkening the fabric, you feel the least sexy that you have in weeks.

“What the fuck” you mutter. Quiet. Yoongi knocks at the door again. Softer.

“Can I come in?”

“One sec.”

The sound of crumpling toilet paper and Jin cursing downstairs becomes louder. The windows are open up here and down there and you can hear him and the cracking of metal pans against each other. Hobi’s laugh. The sound of the dishwasher going downstairs. Noodle meows at the front door. You can hear all of it. Yoongi’s footsteps back and forth by the door. Quiet words.

Is your hearing overly sensitive? Or are they all just loud? 

“Give us a sec Jk, sorry but can you go downstairs for a moment?”

Jungkook’s worried voice, the sound of kisses pressed to his lips, “Sure hyung, going for a run anyway,” Then quieter, so soft that you can’t hear- "Is she alright?”

"Yeah, it’s not nerves if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Jungkook breathes in deeply, and lets out a knowing sound as he scents slick on the air. "Want me to keep Jin-hyung away?"

"Please."

This is decidedly not normal for you. Normal for Jungkook sure- he has the most regular dirty dreams out of the whole pack. A few times a week you wake up to the smell of slick, sweet and tempting on the air and more than one alpha tempted to do something about it. Rewarded with Jungkook’s sweet submission when they give in to their temptations.

You've gotten used to his sleepy and quiet ah ah ah's waking you up.

You like morning kisses when Jungkook's getting fucked, it's almost like he forgets how to talk and kiss when he's being dicked down. when you wake up in the morning to gentle repetitive rocking and the sound of soft kisses. Hobi or Tae or Namjoon or Jimin tucked up behind him.

Jungkook likes it best when you pretend like you don't know what they're doing. When you sidle up to his front for a cuddle. You like to hear their croons of "don't be rude to your nestmate Jungkook, give her a good morning kiss." You like tasting Jungkook's shakey sighs against your mouth. Tucking yourself close to him and falling back asleep to the gentle hum of, "You better not cum, you might get the pup all messy, dirty little omega."

You like to be around when they're intimate, it makes you feel like you're still apart of it without any of the fear of being too much or not wanting sex enough. You've been easing up on the fine lines between all of you, on the more free-flowing and free-use parts of your relationship. Starting to explore it safely the way they haven't really had the opportunity too since before you became a part of their pack.

You hadn't really understood free use until jungkook explained it to you.

One afternoon, All of the pups having 'pup time' as Namjoon and Jin had started to call it- but is really just playing Mario cart in the backroom on lazy rainy afternoons. You'd snorted at his explanation. rearranging the plushies in your nesting nook. a note of skeptisizim in your voice.

"I'm not going to just like- push you down and sit on your face? That seems kinda mean Koo."

"For the record the idea of that is really hot." Jimin had tipped his head back, smashing buttons. Tae had hummed agreeing with jimin and combed her long fingers through Jimin's hair while she waits for her turn. Hobi had snorted smashing buttons and clicking.

"It's not mean though- not like mean mean."

Tae's fingers brushing between his legs had distracted him, touching him to tease and feel how hard he is. His little cock a chubby little secret, but jk knows to stay still under Tae's inspection. Jk's little cursor had slipped right off the rainbow road and fallen into space and Tae's hands had slipped off of him too. making him squirm.

"I just like how it feels sometimes, like I'm yours to have and take." Tae continued like nothing was amiss, had pet through his hair as if she hadn't just felt him up. Jungkook's sweet sweet scent is the only tell.

Tae had winked at you over Jungkook's shoulder. "It's kinda like how Namjoon was during a rut right?"

Jungkook's voice was rough, "Right. It's like- I don't know how to explain it- Soothing? That I know you're getting everything you want from me." Jungkook had shaken himself. "You don't have to join in if you don't want too- Hobi doesn't"

You'd turned to Hobi for confirmation, sat closest to you. his back leaned up against the rattan of your nesting nook. Completely focused on the screen and not on your conversation. "I'm like totally lapping you jk."

"No fair, I can't concentrate when I'm talking about sex." The round ends, Hobi wins and Jungkook and Tae swap controllers.

Tae flops down on Jimin's lap, his arms wrapping around her waist and head hooking over her shoulder fluidly. "If I beat you you owe me a kiss."

"Don't make me want to lose. It's not going to work."

"Oh it totally works you just don't want to admit it."

"I'm ready to Loose." Hobi snorts. and is rewarded by a kiss to his cheek.

without a controller, jk looks at you more fully. "We probably won't really start to do it for a little while, at least not not until-" Jungkook falls silent, and the next moment. Yoongi sidles up to the double doors, peering inside smiling at the sight of all of you heaped close. going quiet. "You know you guys could just sit on the couch instead of the floor."

"Not as comfy"

"Do you have room for one more?"

"Hyung you are so on."

Maybe Yoongi's distance with you would be easier to handle if you didn't also know he's been just as distant with the rest of the pack. Sexual needs ebb and flow, desire ebbs and flows too. Not everyone is like Jungkook- constantly in need, constantly simmering heat. Which is one of the reasons why free use for him is less of a want and more of a need. As much as you like to joke that Jungkook is a bit of a nymphomanic, he really does need that kind of gratification to feel loved.

This- the leaking slick, so rarely happens to you and Jin.

This feels disorienting. The bathroom spins. You’d leaked so much slick in your sleep that you’d soaked through your underwear and your pajama pants. they sit in a heap on the floor. Your panties are ruined.

You don’t think it’s just excitement for your trip. You don’t even remember having a dirty dream. You don't feel turned on, dizzy and a little dehydrated.

You can’t put back on your clothes but you tell Yoongi he can come in anyway. Sitting on the top of the toilet, your shirt long enough to cover your bareness but even you have to admit that he’s seen you in far worse states.

He lets out a small alarmed noise but keeps the door cracked behind him. He stoops to the floor to pick up your ruined pajama bottoms, putting them in the laundry. He’s got another pair in his hands and a pair of clean underwear too. He’s alarmed judging by the wide set of his eyes, looking up to your thighs and then your face.

“It’s just the excitement about leaving.” You don't even believe it as it comes out of your mouth.

He stoops and gets on his knees. He puts your feet through the leg holes, fingers on your calves. Humming.

Things have been better between the two of you recently, this isn't strange. Things are going back to the way they where slowly. There’s been little kisses here and there, laughter too; like when you both went out to the beach to stargaze a few weeks ago. just the two of you, a rare lone outing.

The lights were stark and cold up above and Yoongi's smile anything but. His back against the sand and the deep warm sound of his laughter chasing the winter winds away. A Lingering brightness dancing on the edge of your fingers, starlight jumping from your skin to his, close and warm in the night.

"What did you wish for?"

"Nothing"

Then after a moment, you'd admitted it. "For you to be happy"

"I'm already happy sweetheart"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Guess I wasted my wish then."

"I think you can make another wish, that one doesn’t count."

"Okay." A beat, a breath, a kiss to your cheek.

"Did you do it yet?"

"Yoongi-"

He still takes care of you- although the intention behind each action brews a little more balanced than before. He takes care of you and you take care of him too. You hold his latter when he gets up on it to paint, and hand him tools when Hobi’s car needs a tune-up. You follow him around the house the same way he used to follow you around.

You've begun minding his health the same way the others mind yours- you'd made him take vitamin C when he started coughing in mid-March. And nursed him through the unglamorous episode and illness that followed.

You'd held his hand while Namjoon had listened to his lungs and pouted at him each time he tried to get up when he should have been resting. Made him soup and babied him for the week he'd spent coughing and then cuddled him through his fever. Kept him plied with ice water and cough drops and miraculously hadn't caught the same mystery illness.

You’ve been trying to find a middle ground, a new kind of honesty that you hadn’t had before. He takes care of you now just as much as you take care of him.

Now, Yoongi’s hand hovers on your ankle. On his knees in front of where you sit and you’re nearly at eye level with him. You watch his nostrils flare, and his lips descend into a frown as he looks between your thighs. If it were anyone else you'd feel self-conscious.

“What are you thinking?”

Yoongi hesitates before he speaks his suspicion into life. He knows the power his words have and the joy that they have the possibility of ripping away. It's not just your high hopes he's worried about but Namjoon's too.

“Do you think you could be going into heat?”

Your stomach flips, but you instantly shake your head.

When you think internally, You feel no warmth, no wanting in your gut or instincts. You rub your hands over your face. Yoongi hesitates before getting up and washing his hands. Looking at you in the mirror.

“No, I don’t feel-” Your hand hovers over your stomach, and downstairs some pans clatter, and Jin curses loudly again. The pack awaits. You can hear Namjoon’s voice downstairs too. “It could be nothing. It was probably just a dream.”

You cover your face with your hand, quieting the heat in your cheeks. Yoongi doesn’t say anything. Turning around to rest against the sink and look at you, drying his hands slowly. You give him space to say something but when he stays silent you have to ask.

“Do you want me to cancel the trip? I can tell Namjoon, he'd understand.” 

He doesn’t reply immediately. Instead, he comes close again, making an alarmed noise when he sees the goosebumps on your thighs and dropping back to his knees, putting your feet through the holes of the clean pj’s and pulling them up slowly. Tender. His fingers hover on your calves treading higher and higher to the sensitive skin on the inside of your knees.

You have a bruise there, from roughhousing with Jk yesterday morning. A battle over prime nesting material you had not won (you'd been happy to lose when the punishment was being manhandled and several hickeys on various parts of your body. Jungkook likes to nibble.)

Yoongi's thumb covers the bruise in its entirety. “How far is the drive again?”

“Three hours.” Yoongi’s teeth worry away at his lower lip and it takes him a second to debate it internally

“You could come home, if something went wrong, Namjoon would drive you home.” Someone is coming up the stairs, you can hear the creek of the old wood, and you won't have your privacy for much longer.

You lean forward, hitting your forehead with his. “Yeah. You’re right.” Yoongi pecks your nose and stands up, stashing the last of your soiled clothes in the laundry basket where the smell of slick won’t be noticed.

Tae knocks the same second that you pull up your pants. Just in time, you’ll have to undress anyway to shower- but you don’t need her wondering why you and Yoongi are cleaning up your slick and hiding it from the others.

Tae grins from the cracked door once she sees it's just you and Yoongi, nudging it open with her toe completely unaware of the trouble brewing. If she notices the scent of your slick on the air she doesn't say anything. Her hips sway as she leans up against the door. Hands behind her back, holding something grinning at you.

“Can I pick out your outfit?”

“Something tells me you already have; I need to shower first.”

Tae has been taking a lot more free reign when it comes to you and your outfits. It's the one thing you had been interested in when Jungkook had first started to ask about free use. The one thing you'd been curious about.

You'd raised your eyebrow at it the first time you'd noticed Jin and tae set out Jungkook's workout set before work. Shivered and watched as they palmed and tugged and dressed him before letting him go with a kiss and a small tap to his bottom. Jungkook had that wide hazy look in his eyes, a slack grin on his mouth, subspace or omegaspace or some tangle of the two.

You'd been stuttering and unsure, "can we, can you- would you choose my clothes for me too?"

Both of them, Jin and Tae, had stood up straighter, both of them near purring- like they'd been waiting for you to ask. (You haven't forgotten and neither have they- how you call Jinnie daddy and Tae mommy. Although you've begun to use the latter name more casually with Tae).

You are still warming up to it, but Tae's been setting out your clothing most mornings and Jin's been selecting your pj’s each night. Your and Jin's routine usually comes with a hole check and settling if you ask for it nicely (a cock and knot if you ask even more nice, if jin checks your hole and finds you warm and wet and wanting)

While the clothing is not entirely a dominance thing, that needy gleam in their eyes is unmistakable. With Jin, you can almost tell yourself that it's just his grooming instincts, but with tae- the clothing is a little different.

You don’t mind that she likes it, deciding what you wear and how you wear it. You don’t mind that she finds some satisfaction from it- some instinct fulfilled, some pleasure gained. You don’t mind maybe because it’s her and she has good taste, because she so often chooses what you want to wear anyway.

And because, as she so often reminds you, you can tell her no at any time without fear of anger or punishment.

Panties or no panties? A matching set or a soft playsuit for lounging around and nesting? A lacy little bralette or nothing at all?

Actually- I'm going to go for a walk with Hobi today, to the beach. Can I wear one of alpha's sweatshirts?

Of course you can sweetheart.

Maybe because it’s one less decision you have to make, one more way you can let her take care of you. Tae packed your suitcase for this trip because of this newfound sense of give and control.

It's not all endless giving. Tae often checks with you before she does anything too risky.

Tae hadn't been interested in any dominance and submission before you, the one vanilla packmate before her transition. But now that it's here and it's with you, Tae wants and wants and wants. Some of the stuff like with safewords and aftercare she's well acquainted with, but other things are newer for both of you. You know she talks with Namjoon and Jin about it, you know that they are both guiding her with this and teaching her how to be a good dom.

Many evenings Jin looks and inspects what Tae has put you in, their attention makes you shiver and stand straighter, "what a good choice Tae-baby, my good little alpha making our omega so pretty."

One morning blends into another, one morning she doesn't decide at all and then the next she stands there and asks. "Can I push you today?"

You'd squirmed and sat in the dressing room, waiting, negotiating. Jin had already given you a hole check that morning and promised there would be another one later with a heavy look. like he knew before what tae is going to try and do. You'd needed a hole check too- you'd woken up whiney and in omegaspace, sweet and in need of someone to steady your instincts.

"Yes."

You'd stuttered when she'd showed you the dress, the short short hem, fumbled even more when she told you that you wouldn't be wearing anything underneath, that you wouldn't be going anywhere either until someone found out.

(Jimin had been the lucky packmate. Pulling you down onto his lap during breakfast, his bare thighs thick in his shorts. Your cries of "Minnie wait-" came too late when. His raised eyebrows had drawn more than one packmate's attention as he'd held your waist. Stopped you from squirming. his bare skin against your bare skin and wetness, because Tae knew, tae knew and she-

"What is it?" Namjoon had asked. Tae was doing nothing more than grinning and sipping her coffee over his shoulder, watching the situation that she created unfold with a hungry gleam in her eyes. Jimin's fingers had lingered on the hem of your dress. Glancing from you to Tae. "Why don't you come and see hyung?")

Now she holds out a folded dress to you, “guilty.”

You sigh, but Yoongi holds out his hand, helping you stand. You reach for the brush on the counter but Tae beats you to it, standing behind you. So close you can feel her heat down your spine.

You shiver. 

“Guys I can-“

“Nonsense, Mommy will do it.” Tae doesn’t let you lift a finger. And you guess you shouldn’t really be all that fussy or shy, you stay still while Tae detangles your hair and Yoongi starts the shower and sets out your towel and a pair of warm long socks that sit in a heap on top of your folded dress. They won’t have a chance to baby you for the rest of the week (or at least not until Friday when you get home) so you let them take what they can get.

It's not all sexual, it's loving too.

Tae detangles your hair gently, so soft that you're tempted to close your eyes again, especially with the warm steam filling the room. Yoongi stays close, watching you as he stands by the sink and talks to Tae about their plans for tomorrow. Distant plans that you are aware of.

Yoongi's quickly distracted from actually helping you shower by a shout from Hobi downstairs but he doesn't leave without kissing your forehead first. You undress and Tae washes her face and does her skincare routine while you shower. Chatting to you again about your itinerary for today with how she talks you’d almost think that she was coming with but she isn’t.

Today is just for you and Namjoon, the whole weekend really. She’s as excited for you to have some time with Namjoon as you are, maybe even a little bit more excited than you are.

She’s probably just thinking of the outfits.

You're still kind of tired, still kind of half asleep. The steam in the bathroom makes you feel hazy, Tae has to remind you every few seconds not just to lean against the tile under the spray and actually wash your hair. It's just so warm, so nice, here under the warm water surrounded by the scent of her and Yoongi. You paw at the nob to the shower turning it warmer. Sighing when it goes hot.

You must have nodded off for a moment because the rush of cold air from the big glass door opening shocks you into almost slipping. Your hands hit the wet tile to steady yourself. She leans around you, avoiding the water and turning it colder.

“your skin is getting red!” She's alarmed, but not angry as you blink down at your arms and your chest- turned splotchy.

“Yeah, shit, I didn’t realize,” Tae watches you warily, sucking on her lower lip before she prattles on.

"'You're like really sleepy today,"

"Yeah," you say, voice hushed,

"Excited though?" she double-checks.

You grin, dopey "Yeah."

After that everything feels a little hazy, maybe it’s the temperature of the house or just Tae being close. She moves you from the bathroom to the dressing room giggling as you almost bump into the walls, keeping your towel tucked even as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"I really think I need some coffee," you say as you rub your eyes and Tae dots cream over your flushed cheeks. Her answering hum does not promise caffeine.

"In a second, I'm almost done. You can close your eyes while I do your makeup if you need to." You try to fight your drowsiness- you really do. But soon the scent at the apex of her shoulder and neck temps you too much and you squirm closer and closer in search of her warmth.

Tae put you in a robe when you got out of the shower but you still feel so cold. So needy. You squirm until you're sat across her thighs, each knee on either side of her hips in your familiar position. Whining when she finishes your skincare and has to scoot back to do your hair taking your only source of warmth with her.

Her giggle makes you want to bear your throat to her. "I can't curl your hair and cuddle you at the same time pup." You whine, but she's immune, "Be good." a small warning in her tone.

You straighten up, blinking hazily up at her and letting her detangle herself from you to stand, until she tells you that you can close your eyes again.

Your head lolls while she blow-dries your hair, tugged from side to side by the round brush. Tae's giggles and voice are a lullaby. The warm air from the drier sends more and more of her scent fluttering over your nose.

She reaches to pin your hair back and you nuzzle into her wrist. “Pup” she stresses. But you get away with it.

Tae keeps the makeup light; a bit of strawberry-colored blush deepening the flush on your cheeks, faint concealer.

She starts to dress you, pulling the underwear up your thighs and hips with a soft barely there kiss pressed over them that makes you squirm. She tugs the socks up to your mid thigh and guides your arms through the sleeves and over your head. The thick fabric feels a little like a blanket over your knees. Tae pulls it down until it covers all of you.

You don’t bother to look in the mirror quite yet, still nodding off every now and then as she sprays hairspray to set your soft curls in place. "There we go- you're perfect." 

Her fingers on your cheeks prompt you to open your eyes and when you do, you find you're sitting in front of the vanity. Tae's behind you, her dark silk robe at odds with the light flutter of your dress. One of her arms wraps around your shoulders, and the other grips your face, turning your face from side to side to show off her handy work. Her fingers pinch just enough that your lips stick out. Red but hazy around the edges like your lipstick got kissed off or maybe kissed on- it's hard to tell.

You look like a doll; You look pretty (you always look pretty once Tae has had her way with you).

"What do you say pup?" Tae and Jin have both ganged up on you a bit recently about your manners. You don’t mind her sternness if anything it just makes you feel smaller and more pupish- both things you like feeling around Tae.

"Thank you, Mommy." You pout, and Tae rewards you with a soft kiss that makes you squirm. her fingers still digging into your cheeks.

"You're welcome, honey. Let’s go show our boys what they're missing."

~-~

Tall dark boots wait for you by the door, another gift from Tae. Side by side with your suitcase. Prepared and waiting.

You giggle and tug her on down the stairs, going a little fast, ignoring her cries of "pup, slow down" The excitement builds until you hit the bottom step and almost slip, the socks from Yoongi fluffy and slick, Tae makes to grab you and the two of you tumble straight into Namjoon.

The pack alpha lets out a quiet oof.

It's a good thing he's so tall and strong, both of his arms shoot out to steady you.

You blink up at him, and his big hands hover on your shoulders. Dancing along the back plunge of the dress. It’s a baby doll style, checkered pink and blue. the front is boatnecked, but the back plunges open, tied closed with a bow. Namjoon touches your skin through the low backline. his palm rough and warm.

Namjoon steps back for a second. Making a pleased noise. Looking you up and down, “Look at you pup.”

Tae just leans back against the railing and preens. You look to the left and into the mirror.

You look so small compared to Namjoon and Tae. Doe-eyed and like something out of a cottage core fantasy in your outfit. It’s a little doll-like in cut and style, the bow on the back almost coquettish. Namjoon’s wide hands cover the open panel of your back. Running up and down again. You can feel his grumbly purr of satisfaction against your chest.

Tae tugs down the bottom hem of your dress. You sway.

Namjoon has put a bit more effort into his outfit today too. His jeans are new and his sneakers are the first pair of non medical grade non-slip ones he’s owned in years. He’s wearing a plane tee under a button-down, just his usual uniform since he’s started spending more and more time at home and only working 3 days a week. You bury your face in the front of Namjoon’s shirt, nosing aimlessly.

He looks every picture of a pack alpha, big and imposing. Unafraid of taking up space. The pack alpha grins down at you, all but bouncing up and down on his heels in excitement. The sight of him makes you leak slick again. Just a little. you wonder if both of your alpha’s can smell it.

Really- what is going on?  

“Tae, you-”

Namjoon’s tongue-tied but Tae just smiles, small, at the corner of her mouth in that special secret way that girls smile. She curls a lock of your hair around one of her fingers. “You’re welcome Joonie”

Namjoon squishes you a little harder to his chest in cute aggression and you feel your chest squish too. Huh, Tae didn’t put you in a bra. you're not upset just confused- obviously, you're gonna want to sleep on the drive and wearing one all that way would be uncomfortable but Your hand comes up, feeling.

“You fussed,” she says, “didn’t want it.” Reading your mind is just one of Tae’s many talents, but you blink. You like the way that the dress billows out, not hugging your body. The darts on the side still give the effect of hugging your figure without it being tight.

You peak up at him and Namjoon's blushing, so you hide your face in his chest instead of confronting it. His hand crests your shoulder pulling you in closer, giving you permission to rub your face in harder. You scent him sleepy until your breath is hitching.

Noodle yowls and slips through your ankles, purring and trailing after Hobi who just huffs happily, watching the three of you from the living room before he continues plucking blankets off the couch, a half-full basket of laundry in his clutches that he ferries down to the basement.

Namjoon's dimples are little crescent moons to the star of his smile when you pull back. immeidatly ducking back down when the sight of him overwhelmes you. “Having fun down there?” He teases.

“Yes,” you reply stubbornly and he laughs, his stomach pushing out against your sternum. You bury your face back in his shirt again, harder this time. Too shy to meet the pure adoration in his eyes. 

“I’ve just got to put the suitcase and my bag in the car and then we’ll be ready to go okay? Wanna get us some coffee?” You nod, and he pecks your forehead before detangling himself from you.

"Tae!" Hobi calls from the basement. "Can you get me your dirty laundry please?" Hobi, "Jk wants to do it when he gets home but I don't want him carrying anything down the stairs." Tae sighs and heads back upstairs.

A loud clang and more cursing interrupts you where you’re standing in the entryway. But it’s just Jinnie. You follow the source of the noise to the kitchen, hovering unsure by the kitchen island.

If you had a good night's sleep last night- it looks like Jin had the opposite.

Jinnie doesn’t look like his usually perfectly curated omega this morning; his striped robe has stains on the hems. His cheeks are blotchy and his eyes are puffy. His coffee cup leaves rings where it sits on the countertop like his hands had been shaky when he set it down.

He's got about a dozen bags of flour- semolina and almond, caster sugar and regular sugar taking up every available space in the kitchen. Along with just about everything from the confines of your fridge too. He looks like he's half way between breakfast and a deep clean. Even though it's already almost 10.

You watch as he sighs and rubs a hand across his face furrowing his eyebrows when he thinks that no one’s watching. You sidle up behind him and he jumps a few feet in the air, “pup- I didn’t-” You nudge his shoulder with your nose (a special little omegan hello). Jin exhales, and his shoulders relax, no longer up to his ears.

"What are you looking for?" It's the wrong thing to ask. Jin puffs back up almost instantly. The mirror image of Noodle when there's a fly he just can't seem to catch.

Jin pulls the coffee mugs down from where they sit, one after another, putting them down a little hard and quick. "The syrup! I don't know who put it away last but when I find out who did I'll-"

You smile, and wordlessly go over to the sink, opening the door and bending down to reach around in the cleaning supplies, pulling it from all the way in the back with a quiet ah-ha!

"Oh, you-" Jin blinks down at you a little stunned. Then bristles, voice going darker. Eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Did you put it there?"

You are not intimidated at all by Jin's pack omega shenanigans or his grumpiness this early in the morning. Smiling up at him absolutely unbothered by his sour mood. "No, you did!"

Jin pouts, gesturing at you to explain, you shrug and set it on the counter. "It looks the same as a bottle of cleaning supplies, and the last time you gave the kitchen a deep clean you weren't wearing your glasses."

"Oh." Jin's lips are a near-perfect circle, plush where they pout, annoyed with himself. "Thank you." You get up on your tippy toes to peck him on the cheek and dart past him to put your sourdough starter and semolina flour away very very carefully.

Jin starts to undo the rest of his whirlwind, leaving out some of the ingredients so that he can get started on the pancakes. The house is quiet for now, the two of you work side by side in companionable silence.

When you're done, Jin wipes his hands on the cloth. “Do you have everything you need before you go?”

You nod, and Jin's shoulders deflate, leaning up against the counter, he barely manages to hide his crushed expression before he turns away and starts to get to work on the pancakes. He pulls a metal bowl down from the shelf without a word whereas he'd usually ask you for help with it- and starts adding eggs to it indiscriminately, cracking them with one hand.

“Jinnie?” You ask quietly. The eggs go tap-crack-plop. The pack omega hums, but doesn’t look up from the bowl. Pausing after the first few eggs to break the yolks with a large whisk. The scrape of metal against metal jarring.

“Do you, uhm-” his eyebrows are furrowed concentrating on what he’s doing, “Do you want us to stay home today?”

Jin looks up so quickly that he almost cracks the next egg onto the countertop instead of in the bowl. “What! No- what gave you that idea?” Jin sets the bowl down and reaches for you, but you look at his fingers, sticky, and the rest of him- covered with flour. The dress Tae put you in is new, and the flour will surely show.

Jin washes his hands, and dries them, while you get two travel mugs down from the shelf. One green travel mug for Namjoon and a pink one for you. He dries his hands in the cloth while he watches you.

Tae's really really mean, making you look so pretty before you'll leave for so long. Three days. That will be your longest absence from the house, the den, and Jin's nest since the beginning.

Jin feels a little like he's choking. Like his skin is crawling. You're not even going to eat breakfast with them. Even back when Jin still had his day job with the Fbi. Breakfast is your ritual.

Jin lets out a shakey breath, “Of course I want you to go and have fun pup. You and Namjoon have been looking forward to this for weeks.” You pour out coffee and then enough milk into both your and Namjoon’s travel mugs.

“I know, but that wouldn’t mean anything if you wanted us to stay- you seem-” You glance up at him, and miss the next dollop of milk in Namjoon’s cup, getting it all over the counter. “Shit.”

Jin just hums and uses his cloth to whip it up. Almost pinning you to the counter in the process, leaning around you so that he’s sandwiching you in on all sides. His chin hits the top of your head. And when he’s done you flip around looking up at him.

“You’re-” you choose your words carefully, “you’re off today?” he can hear the question in your voice. Tucking an errant hair behind your ear. But he’s not disagreeing with you. You continue to pry. “You feel like Mini does when he’s having a bad sensory day?”

“Yeah,” Jin breathes in and out, and it looks like it takes him effort. You wait for him to say that he needs you, that he really doesn’t want you to go, that the idea of having you outside of the nest is not something that he can handle today.

“Make sure Namjoon texts me when you get there okay? And I want you to call me before you go to bed tonight and show me your nest. If you want to pack some blankets or stuff that smells like us you should- don’t worry about missing the traffic- and- and-”

Hobi thuds up the stairs from the basement, an empty laundry basket in his hands.

“Hey no stealing her-” he wags his fingers, Jin pouts at your alpha, and you watch his eyes follow Hobi. You watch Hobi’s eyes flicker down your body and then back up to your face, and Jin’s arms tighten around your waist.

“Hobi she’s my pup-” but Hobi just wags his finger, you’ve never seen him even try to put Jin in his place before let alone scold him.

Is everyone feeling a little bit off kilter, or is it just you?

“Technically he’s not stealing me, technically I’m stealing his alpha.” Hobi senses the guilty lilt in your voice and shakes his head. Jin pecks your forehead, lingering for just a little bit longer than he might ordinarily before he steps back to his bowl, and adds a dark splash of vanilla to the creamy contents.

“No he's going to get substantially babied by his other three alphas-Jiminie and I are taking everyone out for dinner tomorrow tonight so that no one has to cook or anything- we’re gonna go to one of Tae’s fancy poetry readings and stuff.”

“Oh,” you say. You sort of like Tae’s poetry, sort of love watching her play around with words like she’s a little kid in a sandbox. Two seconds ago, you’d been worried that Jin would feel left out and now-

“Can you check the oil in your car before they leave?” Jin asks. Hobi’s eyes flicker to his and then yours.

“Yeah, when are you guys heading out?”

You pout, feeling guilty, “sort of right now.”

“Oh shit. I thought-” Hobi shakes his head, and for a second you think you see something like disappointment cross his features. “I’ll do it now.”

Hobi has graciously allowed you to borrow his car for the weekend because of its spacious and easy-to-travel interior. Namjoon loads your suitcases into the Lambo while Hobi grabs a wad of paper towels and makes him promise not to ding it- he only just got all the scratches from Jimin buffed out and freshly painted.

Yoongi lingers with you by the front door, watching Hobi pop the hood. Your hands tangled for a second and he drags you in. His cheek resting on top of your head for a second, while you rub your chin across his collarbones, scenting him before you go.

But Namjoon is already waiting by the car, watching you with a soft smile.

Hobi tops the oil off and slowly walks to the front porch, almost like he's prolonging your departure by going as slow as possible. You give a small shiver as the breeze rustles the birdfeeders and the windchimes casting your scent in his direction. His nostrils flare and his eyes dart from you to Yoongi who ever so subtly shakes his head.

Hobi walks up the stairs to you, sweatshirt pulled up to his elbows, curling his hand around your elbow in passing. “One sec- wait.” Namjoon rests his chin on the hood of the car, both your cups steaming into the open air. Yoongi taps his fingers against the balcony railing, and for a second you think he’s going to ask you to stay, that the worry of you going into heat is too much.

But then he doesn’t. You stand close enough to him that his elbow brushes yours.

“Take pictures,” he tells Namjoon. The pack alpha’s cheeks go pink and you make a face. “Yah not those kinds of pictures!” But your mate is smiling and that’s all you need for the last of your nerves to dissipate.

“Love you,” you say without looking at him.

“Love you too, please call.” He looks down at you.

“I will.”

Hobi comes back, he’s got a tangle of fabric in his hands, a scarf of Tae’s, and a hat of his. “It’s not that cold.” You try and wine. “It’s gonna be warm at the hot springs.” Hobi leans down to your level, purposefully pulling his hat over your eyes roughly probably messing up your hair. You whine "My hair- Hobi-" He just grins down at you.

“Do you want to take my jacket? How about some mittens?”

“Guys” You roll your eyes at your packmates, but Yoongi and Hobi wear twin grins. “It is like maybe 50 degrees. Jungkookie went running when it was 30 yesterday.”

“Jungkookie runs all the time.”

“He did it in shorts and without a shirt.” Hobi just messes up your hair again, rubbing around the hat and probably causing a fair amount of frizz. So much for tae's hard work.

“I’ve got the heat warmer on already!” Namjoon calls, and you give your last goodbye kisses before hurring after him down the steps.

“Bye!”

“have fun!”

“Be safe!” 

You ignore the tight feeling in your chest as you pull away from the house, ignoring the same way that Yoongi- still standing on the porch, starts breathing heavily. His eyes going a bit wild, panicking just a tiny tiny bit. Hobi wraps his arms around him in a hug and holds him through the anxiety. You are already down the street when Hobi lets go.

"Breath hyung, it's just a few days, she'll be back by Friday."

"Yeah, Friday." Yoongi replies sullenly.

“She’s gonna be fine hyung.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, staring after you.

~-~

You fall asleep sometimes after the little roadside bakery. it was just as cute as Namjoon promised, with a pink interior and a whole bunch of different scones and muffins and cupcakes. A small purple box of them in the back of the car sloshes with the movement of the backcountry roads. a full belly of half-finished treats, blueberry scones, and coffee cake muffins, lulls you to sleep in the warm interior of the car.

Namjoon’s soft presence in the driver’s seat and his hand on your thigh does wonders to settle you from the fraught feeling that you’d had while leaving the house. Really, you don't know what you were so worried about.

Namjoon leans over when traffic’s paused, to wipe a tiny crumb from your cheek. Smiling softly. Is this how Hobi feels when he goes on drives with you? Namjoon can see why he likes it- watching your head lull, the soft sound of your breathing, and your sweet scent building and building in the contained interior of the car until Namjoon’s lungs ache with it.

You sleep almost the whole way, only waking when the sun is low in the sky and the scenery is starting to go all moss green and pretty. The country roads are not as maintained here- and the wheels of the lambo start to thud and bump over potholes and cracks. One particularly heavy thud makes you rouse.

“We’re almost there,” he says, and you sip from the water bottle and yawn, Your eyelashes feel so heavy. Gone is suburban sprawl and the lights from distant cities. You bob and weave through switchbacks and steep hills. The thick clouds cover the scenery like a blanket. Maybe it’s mist or steam?

It feels like you too are covered with something heavy and hazy.

The onsen is a tangle of buildings deep in a grove of tall pine trees. The forest is dark green and dotted with bright splotches of pink, the whole drive up to the front is lined with them. it's so pretty you press your cheek to the window. You’re not feeling any more awake by the time you roll up to the front of the onsen and Namjoon parks and tells you that you can stay inside while he checks in.

It’s a traditional style building with thick black tiled roofs and smooth polished wooden beams. Deep dark streams run from building to building, and a covered path crisscrosses back and forth. people walk past in white fluffy robes, clutching grey towels to their chests.

A child somewhere giggles, and your eyes flutter closed, leaning your cheek on the door, nose poked out the open window. You can feel the heat from here.

Namjoon gets your keys and your directions to your room from the kind elderly omega at the front. Your suite is at the edge of the property, secluded and far away from the communal baths that require bathing suits. But Namjoon booked this suite for a reason- because it’s private, you don’t need to separate by secondary gender at all.

You don't even need to wear your bathing suits if you don't want too.

It is far away from the main building though, by the time he pulls the car up to the front you have nodded off again, the warm air tickling your face. Hobi’s hat is discarded in your lap.

It’s really warm here, that must be why you fall asleep so easily, right?

You can feel the bob of Namjoon’s steps, his arms underneath you. The feeling of warm air billowing tickles your face. Your arms weakly wind around his neck, when Namjoon sets you on your feet and you teeter, still half asleep.

“Sorry pup, I just need to shut the door.” Namjoon steers you gently towards the bed and you blink, looking up at him, a little out of it. Yawning so wide and long that your jaw pops.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I can’t seem to wake up.”  

“You’re a little scent drunk- it’s okay.” Namjoon presses a glass of water into your hands and you look around your hotel room.

The smooth dark floor compliments the white walls and earth tones of the furniture. The onsen staff were nice enough to open the doors to your courtyard and warm sweet air rolls in along with the steam. From your bed (king-sized, but smaller than you’re used to since your bed at home is two king-sized smushed together) you can see out into the courtyard.

The wide room looks out over onto a courtyard, a deep inset pool on the floor with water that flows freely from one suite to the others- quartered off between units by high wooden fences. Great swathes of grasses and half a dozen tall weeping cherry trees rim the edge of your courtyard.

Grown in and gnarled. They have to have been here longer than you've been alive. Thick roots push up the soil and the grasses and the tiled edge of the pool on the far side. Long tendrils of pink flowers flutter, you have to stand up and go to the opening to get closer.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Namjoon offers, close behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to rest against his chest while you look out at the deep pool. The dark green tile camouflages the bottom and makes the pink petals stand out. Its calm surface dances with flower petals and steam. It’s probably chest-high on Namjoon at its deepest.

“It’s so peaceful,” you say, your voice hardly a whisper. Nothing beyond the gentle falling petals and your alpha’s breathing behind you disturbs it. Namjoon's thumbs rub up and down your elbows. His nose trails down the side of your throat.

“Apparently the hot water helps the cherry trees bloom a lot more vibrantly.”

“Do you think Hobi would plant us one of these if we asked him?”

“I think he’d do it the second you said you wanted it. Even if it was 3 in the morning, he’d start digging.”

You giggle and relax back into his touch.

They’re beautiful. You chose the perfect time of year because there’s still countless blossoms on the trees and yet big bunches have gathered on the outdoor patio, some even flutter inside falling like snow.

You squeal, and suddenly with more energy, Namjoon laughs as you pick up a big handful of petals and blow them in his face. "Oh no you don't- this is war!" He stoops, picks up his own handful and you go like that, throwing blossoms at each other like they're snowballs until you're both covered in pink. Giggling and clinging to each other. Namjoon picks one from your eyelashes.

"Wait! Yoongi wanted pictures." You send one to the group chat, your cheek smushed to Namjoon's cheek, both of you covered with tiny pink petals. Namjoon turns and kisses one off your cheek, and the resulting photo ends up becoming his home screen eventually.

“Want to put on our bathing suits?” You nod jauntily, starting to move in the direction of your suitcases to get them but Namjoon shakes his head. “Stay put, I’ll get them.” He pauses for a second, trailing his nose up the side of your throat again, eyebrows furrowed. your whole body goes shivery. He crosses the room to the suitcase while you hide your blush, turning away to watch the cherry blossoms flutter in another strong breeze.

But then there’s a crash and you look back.

Namjoon’s standing pink-cheeked. Looking down at the tangle of clothes and your suitcase upended on the floor. Looking from you to the pile and the rivers of pink and purple and pastel lace upended out onto the floor. The lingerie that Tae packed for you that Namjoon was definitely not supposed to see until they actually got on your body.

 You stoop to get them before he can, shoving them back inside. Cheeks aflame. “Tae- she- I don’t know why she-”

“It’s okay- ugh- uhm” Namjoon is so red you think he might be transmuting into a tomato. Namjoon swallows hard, picks up his swim trunks from the floor and you wheel your luggage into the bathroom, a strappy thong gets tangled in one of the wheels and you drag it with a loud squeak until it's inside.

You shut the door but the damage is already done. You let out a quiet embarrassed whine.

You find yourself pacing back and forth in front of the mirror for a moment. Struggling with your fancy dress that’s for tomorrow night’s dinner, hanging it up with a huff so that it doesn't get any more wrinkles. shaking off your embarrassment. It's just Namjoon, he's seen you in your lingerie before.

You knew what you were agreeing to going on this vacation with Namjoon. A solo vacation just for the two of you sends a very very pointed message. This is a sexy vacation- a private suite and a private onsen only means one thing and now at the precipice of it you feel- you feel-

Namjoon nocks, but you tell him you need a minute trying not to sound scared.

You don’t even know why you feel scared; you’ve had sex with Namjoon before, and taking him is no longer quite as daunting of a task as it once was. But you feel unsettled. Out of your depth here. Intimacy and romance are so much harder without your pack around you to reassure you to egg you on.

You need to call Tae.

She picks up on the second ring, “Pup!” she sounds happy and bubbly even through the phone. You even hear a bit of relief in her voice. “I’m doing my nails upstairs because Jin and Jungkook are being loud; did you get to the hotel yet? How are the flowers?”

“Tae” you hiss, keeping your voice down. “Did you think I’d spend the whole weekend lounging in lingerie!? You didn’t even pack me a bathing suit!” You whine. Still pacing.

“Well, I was actually hoping you’d spend the whole weekend getting your lingerie torn off of you but-”

“Mommy” you whine, and she quiets.

“It’s at the bottom, the dark red one with the flowers.” You find it, if only because it’s a bright oxblood in the mess of pastels. It’s dotted with pale yellow flowers and crossing straps that are supposed to tie around the slimmest part of your waist several times. It’s very Tae. Strappy and sexy and so tiny. The triangles are so small, it might as well be lingerie too.

“Tae- this isn’t going to fit me.”

“Yes, it does” she quips. “I measured.” You flush. You’re sure she did actually measure, probably during one of your morning preening and grooming sessions that you have a habit of spending mostly in omegaspace, an eager puppet to her hands. The idea that you’d been so far down, so trusting that you didn’t even notice warms your blood.

But Tae chose this for you, your alpha chose this for you and your other alpha. Tae does often know best. She knows what Namjoon likes.

Your heart rate slows a little. but you don't let Tae off that easy. “Tae- this is just a mess of strings,” she giggles, and you know just from the sound of it that she did this on purpose.

“Come on, live a little.”

“I know but- but-” you sit on the toilet, and she hums.

You wait, sensing that she’s yet to speak. You can hear Namjoon in the other room, starting to pace. You swear you hear him talking too. The hushed grumble as he talks to someone over the phone to someone.

“I’m sorry, I should have packed you something more modest. I just thought you’d want to- I don’t know, tell me off if I'm wrong but- Don't you want to explore a little? You can have both. Being wanted and being treated delicately- it's not one or the other.”

Your breath hitches, and you wonder how she managed to hit it right on the head. You do feel delicate- you've felt delicate the whole day.

“You can wear skimpy clothes and Namjoon will just be happy he gets to look at you. He still won’t do anything unless you say you want him to. He’s well-behaved like that.”

“Mommy-”

“You love feeling cute, you love feeling wanted. Let him want you pup, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“You’re just saying that because you like to give Namjoon a hard time.”

“It’s a love language” that does get a giggle out of you. She sounds satisfied, her voice a purr, but she still apologizes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“You didn’t, I just panicked in the moment.” You pause, and Tae doesn’t fill the space with chatter. “I feel so innocent around him, so- not like this. Not that it’s dirty to dress this way, just…” You trail off.

"The pack alpha loves you, he’s gonna think you’re stunning no matter what. You could walk out in nothing and he’d still probably ask before he looked at you.”

“I kinda want him to look at me,” You admit, confess. “I kinda like making him have to restrain himself.” You have no reason to be nervous.

Tae’s voice is a purr, “There’s my girl. What do you say?”

“Thank you mommy.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl for the pack alpha?” Her voice is a dark purr.

“No mommy.”

"Perfect. Love you. Have fun. Make sure Namjoon gets a nosebleed.”

“Love you too, tae?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

~-~

Namjoon does what Tae expected when you open the door.

He’s standing by the edge of the bed looking at his phone, tapping away while you stand, waiting. “I ordered us food, I know it’s a little early but we’re so far away from town, I just thought-”

He looks up at you and promptly drops his phone. He tries to catch it but fails. Then he tries to lean down to grab it and smacks his head on the bed.

It’s soft, so he sort of bounces back up.   

He grips his forehead and you cover your giggle with your hand. “Sorry I shouldn’t be laughing, are you okay?”

“Totally fine. Yup. Totally- really good-“ and his mouth goes dry at the away of your hips walking over to him. Namjoon’s red all the way from his collar to his ears.

After a moment of just staring at you he tears off his shirt, over his head, quick. His hair is all fluffy and spikey when he comes out the other side.  “It’s like really hot in here, right? Not just me, right?"

You blink up at him. Your grin already teasing.

"That was not a pick-up line.” He tries to justify. Panicked.

“Sort of sounded like a pick-up line.”

Namjoon stares at your face, “I’m trying really hard not to look down. It’s taking like- all of my brain power.”

You put your arms behind your back, bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet. “You can look if you want.”

Namjoon does look, eyes drifting from string to string, words tangling behind his bitten lips. You can hear the growl build in his throat. He crosses his arms, biting his fist in an effort not to say something stupid as you twirl and show him your bikini. When you look back, his knuckles bear the red imprints of his teeth. 

“Sorry, let me start again- you look great. Awesome- 5 stars, want to swim with you so hard- I mean bad!  I thought maybe I should order food, so I did that- order food. I know I should have asked you what you want to eat but I just got like- a lot of food instead. And I also door-dash candy because you like sweet stuff for dessert. but the main house sells buns until 8 pm- not that they could be better than your buns- I mean the red bean buns you make a home! Not your butt- I mean that’s really nice too. I mean- shit- I mean-”

“Namjoon?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

“I’ll stop talking yeah. Probably a good idea,” Namjoon leaves his phone on the floor, watching you, blinking like he doesn’t quite believe his eyes. Traceing the strings that cross your body. “Fucking hell-”

In a moment of bravery, you reach back and pull at the strings, and a sound dies in Namjoon’s throat as it falls off of you string by string. You keep eye contact with Namjoon the whole time. You watch him swallow hard, and it seems like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

You reach to the side of your hip and pull at those strings too and the rest falls to the floor.

Namjoon forcefully keeps his eyes on your face, But his eyes are dark and gentle, honey and vibrant with the force of his wanting, lips parting in an unsteady breath.

“Fuck”

You turn and walk into the pool, not looking back at him as you go. your heart thundering in your ears as you struggle not to trip or slip on the smooth decking and then grab onto the railing like a lifeline and lower yourself into the dark water.

The onsen water is clear and clean- warm almost to the point of being too hot and stinging your skin. But some part of you, the same part of you that had you turning belly down in the nest earlier, loves the warmth and wants to roll around in it. Easing in with a sigh, looking back at him, your hair tickling your shoulders wet.

You don’t speak, and neither does he as he walks to the edge of the decking, following you as if he’s in a trance.

Namjoon stands there for a moment. And then he stoops, pulls down his swimming trunks too, somehow manages not to trip over them while he steps out of them in the process. And you can’t stop your flickering eyes south.

You lean your cheek up against the smooth wood decking and look up at him.

He's almost all the way hard, your pulse quickens at the way his cock lies against his thigh, the way he twitches just a little under your gaze. you push back and float into the middle of the pool.

He follows you in and when he moves through the dark water in your direction you don’t move back. you let him scoop you up and pull your slick body against this. Both of you bare, both of you hidden beneath the dark water. He feels so good, hard and strong and familiar against your front. The last of your fear disappears the second Namjoon touches you and you remember.

For a second you think his hands are going to slide south to grab at your ass, your chest, or anywhere else- but he doesn't. Namjoon doesn't make to kiss you, he just holds you to his chest, hugging you bare. The same way he hugs you in the morning, at night when he gets home. You're nude, but instead of making to have you. For a second Namjoon just holds you.

Safe.

“You know, even though we’re nude we don’t need to- if you don’t-” he pauses and you watch Namjoon war with what this calls for too. A very sexy vacation usually means lots of filthy nasty sex but-

Namjoon’s pectorals in the water cause little ripples. You wind your arms around his neck pressing yourself closer. The water might be warm, but it's him you reach for and cling to in the water.

“Can we just stay here for a while? Just close like this?”

“Yeah,” His voice sounds so husky, so rough, his nose traces yours, but he doesn't lean in to kiss you. Just holding you is enough. There will be more than enough time for kisses later. “Yeah, I like the idea of that.”

Namjoon takes you to the deep end, still holding you up, past the point where your feet can touch the bottom. The warm water and his warm body around you feels so good. You can feel his hard cock pressed between you and your stomach (it’s kind of hard to ignore the literal third leg that Namjoon has) but there’s no rush to do anything about it as he holds you. No rush to abandon the quiet and the gently falling dusk.

The pink petals that dance on the surface of the hot water like stars dance upon the night sky. The steam rises up around you and water gathers on Namjoon’s lower lip.

Namjoon does not try and touch you, he doesn’t slide his hands down to your ass, he just pulls back to look at you and yet keeps you snug. Your nipples are hard, brush his skin, and you hiss, sensitive. He doesn’t need to say anything, doesn’t need to do anything but hold you in the water.

He sways on his tippy toes, and you kick your feet a little, he has a good hold on you but just barely, laughing softly. He meanders back to where it's shallow and he can hold you properly, an apology in his smile. You've got one hand around the back of his neck, your cheek resting against his chest listening to the rabbit hum of his heartbeat, your eyes drooping a little, eyelids heavy.

His hand pets through your hair, tangling at the nape of your neck. Cradling you close. “Thank you for coming all this way with me, I really wanted this, just-” His arms tighten around you, “Just this. Physical intimacy isn’t just sex and cuddling. This is perfect.”

“Yeah,” you say, your voice blocked out by the sound of his heartbeat- or is it yours that you can hear awfully loud? beating rapidly, thudding harder and harder.

It's weird, your heart is beating so fast but you still feel so tired. so tired you just might-

“I know I don’t say it often, but I- I really love you; I need to say it more often.” You want to say it back but your mouth is just so sluggish, so tired. Your arms start to go slack around his neck. “I love you so much pup.”

In the silence, the gurgle of the water grows louder and louder and louder.

“Pup?” Namjoon pulls away from you for a second to look at your face. Without your arms around his neck, you sink like a lead weight. The water slides past your mouth.

“Pup!”

~-~

(The pack, now)

In the wake of you and Namjoon leaving everything feels a little bit off kilter. A little bit not right.

No sooner has the car pulled out of the driveway and your scent has dissipated from the house than Jin is stifling his sniffles and excusing himself to the bathroom only to come back smelling soggy and hormonal and with red-rimmed eyes.

Yoongi casts worried glances in the direction of the driveway and Jimin and Jungkook come back from their run, with a huff and a giggle of thudding feet on the porch. Having nearly everyone home does little to settle or lighten the mood.

They come inside, sweaty and yet cold, scents sweetening until they don't. Hobi watches them realize, almost comically that the den is two packmates short. Jimin goes into Tae's library room and returns empty-handed. Jungkook looks from the couch to Jin's side, his smile falling. “Did they leave already?”

Jin covers his nose with his sleeve. Scowling in Jungkook's direction. “Yeah, about an hour ago.”

“Damn,” Jungkook pouts, “I really wanted to see them off.”

Jin turns back to his pancakes with a huff before Jimin can catch his eye.  Jimin moves close, but Jin sidesteps him so fluidly that Hobi could almost convince himself that it is just that- fluid and thoughtless.

But Hobi’s not sure. Something feels off. Jin’s scent is too sour, too disjointed like the sweetness and sourness are separate notes for it to be entirely incidental. Jin wrinkles his nose, eyes on the batter, whisking it smooth (he'd deemed the first batch non-palatable and started all over again, under the threat of tears), “Can you shower Jiminie? And would someone open the windows- it’s stifling in here.”

Jimin is a good alpha, just nods and looks Jin over. “Okay hyung, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Minnie just-“ Jin ignores Jimin’s puppy eyes and Jungkook’s and Tae’s (Yoongi still hasn’t torn his eyes off of the driveway) gesturing wildly with the whisk. “If you don’t all settle then you'll have to have breakfast on the table instead of the couch where I know you stinky little pups want to eat it. I’ll count to three. One”

That’s all it takes, and the three of them are leaping hand over hand to sit on the couch instead. Jin fluffs back, satisfied at being obeyed. Hobi stays close. Jimin scents over Tae’s shoulder and then heads upstairs.

“Let me help?” Hobi offers, and Jin nods, sidestepping him once again as Hobi reaches around him to turn on the electric griddle.

Hobi doesn’t play music while they cook for the sake of Saturday morning cartoons (they’re not cartoons- just the episode of the drama that Tae missed last night when she decided she’d rather retreat upstairs with you and Hobi instead of watching it with Jin. And it’s a Wednesday, not a Saturday) the familiar just-seen sounds do not lull Jin into a reverie, because Jin is not easily lulled this morning.

Something is wrong with Jin hyung, and he just won’t say what.

Instead of retreating to the couch to cuddle like Hobi can tell Jin needs, he just keeps cooking. Even though Hobi's usually the one who handles pancakes, makes them into nice hearts and stars and squiggles. Not the weird and lopsided ovals that Jin makes. Jin just can’t sit down or stop moving, can't stop the feeling like something bad will happen if he stops-

An animal claws at his chest, a feeling without a name, hungry and frightened. A wolf backed into a corner will bite and Jin feels claustrophobic- something pressing in around him from all sides.

Your scent and Jungkook’s scents are the only ones unoffensive for some reason (Yoongi's would be too- if he didn't smell so worried), maybe it's because you're among the lowest in the hierarchy. Hobi's is a little better- if only because he smells like soft alpha instead of heady strong alpha. Hobi’s caramel scent is mild. At ease.

For that reason alone, he's allowed to stay close. 

Something in Jin's chest purrs when he gets Jin a plate for the finished pancakes. What a good alpha, what a capable alpha. So thoughtful.

Pack Alpha chose well.

Pack alpha? Where is alpha? Abandoned? Alone? Pup? Where is pup? Stole pup. Bad alpha. Nest thief. Icky alphas shouldn't steal pups that don't belong to them. Need pup. Need nest, need pack alpha, need-

Jin breathes in for 5 and out for 9. Unsure why his instincts are making a rare appearance this morning, why he's feeling his inner omega chomping at the edges of his mind for a chance to get out.

He busies himself making more pancakes than any one pack could conceivably eat in one morning. No matter how many times Hobi and Tae ask him to just rest. To put the batter away for later, he just hums at them and moves on.

It’s like he’s worried he’ll lose his momentum if he sits. Standing in front of the sizzling griddle with a spatula in hand his pout ever-present. Making more and more pancakes even though almost everyone is full. Jimin comes back and takes a good stack. Jin almost purrs in satisfaction.

Jin hasn’t even eaten a single one.

Jungkook watches Jin from the kitchen island where he munches on his plate, not taking his eyes off of the other omega. Lips glossy from maple syrup.

The pancakes pile up high with no one to eat them and the hours drag on and on. Past the time when you and Namjoon should have arrived at the onsen. Jungkook’s cheeks are sticky and round with the bites. Jin says he’s not hungry, but the truth is his stomach is roiling with nausea.

Yoongi and Hobi cast glances at each other over his head, at least whenever Yoongi tares his focus away from the driveway.

Jin hyung might be inconsolable, but Yoongi's distress is a little more manageable. He steps close as they wash dishes, bumping elbows and trying to catch the beta's eye. “Want to go for a drive later hyung?”

If Hobi asked you he knows you’d be up and out the door without another word. But Yoongi is not you. Yoongi just glances, looking from Hobi to the front door nervously.

Something is definitely up.

After a moment Yoongi just shakes his head, and Hobi tries not to feel a little disappointed. “Sorry Daisy, just-” Something flickers across Yoongi’s face. He’s really bad at keeping secrets, Hobi doesn't know how he kept the whole mafia thing under wraps for so long. His concern for you is so palpable that Hobi almost wants to call you just to alleviate it.

(That wouldn't be right, the whole pack had agreed to leave your and Namjoon's time alone, to give you both space this weekend. It's okay. It's going to be okay; they'll survive.)

(This sucks, not having everyone togeather sucks, everything sucks.)

Maybe Hobi doesn't understand Yoongi's single-minded focus- not being mated and all. Does Yoongi feel your absence like a physical ache? Or is it more of a wound without any blood? What does it feel like- to have your soul-bonded partner so far away?

The beta hums, looking back out the window. Noodle is out there, in the middle of the cul-de-sac staring yoongi down through the kitchen window.

Yoongi flinches. "Jesus Christ that fucking cat-"

Hobi glances up and smiles. Noodle's tail goes up and he trots to the front door at the sight of Hobi in the window. Hobi snorts, "He's just like you waiting for her to come home."

“He is not like me, if I was a cat I'd be less fluffy. And probably black."

"Whatever you say hyung."

Jin snorts, getting in on it, acting normal for the first time in hours and Hobi wants to sag against the countertop in relief. "You'd have a rat tail. it would have like no hair."

"Would not"

"Would too-"

Jimin's footsteps thunder down the stairs. "I'd be a Calico!"

"You'd be a munchkin Minnie- not a calico."

"Can I be a Norwegian forest cat? The orange ones? They're so pretty!"

Tae prattles on about Warrior Cats, one of the first series that she ever read, and everyone lets her talk about the story because everyone is sort of hopelessly in love with Tae. As the only girl home right now- she deserves a little bit of indulging.

Jungkook stays silent, watching Jin. It's a little unnerving like Noodle watching Yoongi through the open window. Jin ignores him.

Hobi puts the bowl of pancake batter to the side. Reaching out to tangle his hand with Yoongi, kicking a hip against the counter. “You sure getting out of here might not help you for a little bit?” It's a weak offering even to Hobi's own ears. Yoongi tips his head to the TV.

"It's just getting good, maybe- maybe later?" Hobi hums in agreement, later he can handle. Later still means there might be more instead of outright rejection. 

On the screen, the K-drama villain has a predictable meltdown about a trivial work conflict. Tae sits with her legs folded under her at rapt attention.

There is a brush between her and Jimin on the couch. Hobi wishes he could capture the way that Jimin is looking at her and save it to show you. He's drinking in her little ohs and ahs like they're ambrosia as he combs her hair back and does her little French braids. Jimin has been practicing. Hobi watches as he delicately tucks her little baby hairs into the twist, not missing a single one.

Tae's bubblegum mouth widens at the love confession on screen. "I knew it! I knew he couldn't have secondary lead syndrome!" Jimin just huffs letting Tae shift moving with her before the braids have a chance to pull out of his hands.

"You were right" he agrees, "I shouldn't have been suspicious." Tae glances back at him, smiles in that told you so but I'm not going to say it way, and then turns back. Hobi smiles a little; he’s so down bad.

Jungkook sits at the kitchen island instead of the couch, alternating between watching the TV and watching Jin. Eyes bright with suspicion.

Jin flips each of the pancakes in quick secession, goes back to whipping up fresh batter, and then goes back to flipping so quick that it almost gives Hobi whiplash. Yoongi notices it too, goes over to Jin’s side trying to touch his elbow but is met with a short-tempered glare.

“Jinnie honey, I think you’ve made enough pancakes.”

Jin scoffs and continues, it doesn’t matter that it’s well into the afternoon now, that really- they could and should be making dinner at this point. The whole day has come and gone with the pack just like this, cooking pancakes and watching Jin like he’s a ticking time bomb.

“Just one more-” Yoongi sighs. Jin goes back to flipping the pancakes. Doing it with too much force, too much finesse.

Jin tries to flip one and misses. It lands batter-side down on the floor with a wet thwack.

Hobi, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Jin all look at it for a second. And then Jin sort of predictably- sort of out of nowhere, bursts into tears.

“Hyung? Hyung, what’s up? Hey don’t-"

Jin scrubs at his eyes angrily, shaking his head and stopping Hobi from cupping his cheeks. Side-stepping Yoongi’s out-stretched hands, and slapping the entire metal bowl of pancake batter (still a quarter full) into the sink with a loud clang of dishes and ceramic. Maybe something breaks.

He waves off Hobi’s hands, big rivulets carving their way down his cheeks.

Jimin reaches to pause the drama. Getting up in about two seconds, detangling himself from Tae with a startled, “hyung?”

Jungkook huffs and everything feels dissonant. How is it that everything feels off with just you and Namjoon gone? Everyone is a little on edge. If Namjoon were here he’d just hug Jin and everything would be fine. If you were here- you’d bound up between both Hobi and Yoongi and make them go on a walk with you to see more flowers and it would be just that- easy and effortless.

This is not easy, and the effort is palpable. The way that Jin has to steady his breath and articulate his words. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine just-”

Jin shares a look with Yoongi and Yoongi looks away.

Now Hobi really feels left out, hands tightening, looking from one packmate to another, “what’s wrong? What aren’t you guys saying? Why are you crying?”

Jungkook’s lips smack together with the sound of syrup sticking to his plush lips. His fork scrapes dully against his plate and Hobi grits his teeth. 

“What?” he stresses.

Jungkook just shrugs and chews. “Yoongi's upset because he knew Y/n was in pre-heat but he let her leave anyway and now he's regretting it” The ice water feeling of shock settling over his whole body is enough that Hobi almost misses Jungkook’s next words. “-And Jin Hyung’s upset because he’s in pre-heat too and just doesn’t want to admit it. Because if he admits it then it means that his alpha left his nest with his pup and that makes him feel sad. He’s feeling sensitive so don't tease.”

Are you in pre-heat? Is this really happening? Hobi thinks back to how you’d looked when you’d left; How you’d looked cold just standing in the kitchen, looked a little ashen too- like you hadn’t been able to wake up all the way.

You hadn’t looked like you were going into pre-heat this morning- granted going into heat looks a little different on every omega but you were nothing like Jin is now; snappish, overstimulated, bratty. If anything, you’d just looked tired and a little cold. almost like…

Almost like your body was telling you to stay put. To stay and nest where it’s safe.

Only you hadn’t listened, and now you're three hours away from them with only one alpha instead of the many you'll need.

Hobi feels so many things in quick succession. One second shocked the next insecure and sort of disappointed in himself for not realizing it and being more attuned with his packmates. The next thing he feels is begrudging relief because Hobi's not being a bad packmate; none of them know just what your pre-heat looks like yet. They can all be forgiven for not noticing- Even Yoongi who despite the mating bond has never seen you in heat before.

There's also a possibility that they're wrong too- you could be going into a false heat, or you could just have been looking sick this morning. There is no real way to know without you here. If you actually are in heat, Namjoon will notice.

Jin is another story.

Jin's pre-heats never look like this.

Usually, he starts them feeling needy and over-tired. Sometimes his temperature drops because Jin's body is trying to force him to nest. the same way yours might have been this morning.

Then his body pushes him closer and closer to omegaspace. That's the first tip-off; because Jin doesn't need omegaspace the same way you or Jungkook do. Whereas you get almost babyish, sluggish, and tiny- Jin gets pouty and mothering like a broody hen.  It's the difference between pack-omegaspace and regular omegaspace.

Suddenly, the pile of pancakes makes a lot of sense. Jin isn't just making sure his own body is prepared for his heat, but the rest of theirs is too. His nestmates, his pups.

9 times out of 10 Namjoon knows before Jin does, tells him, warns him and the rest of them, and the pack has more time to prepare. Jungkook is a little more sporadic, rarely ever goes cold before he goes hot, just treads straight into a fever and omegaspace zoomies that slowly melts into a need to be bred full.

But when Hobi breathes deep he catches it- the faintest hint of cloying sweetness drawing them in. Breeding hormones are to an alpha like a moth is to a flame and Jin is only just starting to smell sweeter. He's so upset that Hobi can hardly make sense of the sweetness in the sourness of his scent.  

That's the thing about broody pack omega's- they go protective before they go sweet.

Jin goes from upset to angry quick enough to give the whole pack whiplash. Enough that Jimin has to get in between Yoongi and him with the way Jin lunges. Jin's teeth snap sending the rest of the reeling. Jimin is several heads shorter than Jin, and can’t contain him or the anger of an omega on a hormone high.     Jin's hiss is acidic as he grips Yoongi's shoulders around Jimin, “You let my pup go away, you let my pup go when she could be in heat? Have you lost your mind?”

For what it’s worth Yoongi does not flinch. He doesn’t even move away when Jin grabs him by his chubby cheeks. Jin looks like he hasn’t even absorbed the second part of Jungkook’s message.

“Namjoon’s clueless when it comes to heats! He’s an alpha- he’s not going to be able to help her nest or keep her safe or-” Jin pales, actually goes white as a sheet. Yoongi’s teeth worry at his lower lip.

“She wanted to go, she wanted to make her own choices and she said she wasn’t in pre so I trusted her.”

“She is a pup Yoongi!” Jin bares his teeth. Eyes wild, that picture of a pack omega whose nest has just been threatened. Whose pup has just been stolen.

“She deserves to decide what she wants to do for herself- if she wants to spend her heat with just Namjoon then we’ve got to respect that."

Jin doesn’t like it- how Yoongi’s talking back. He Likes what Yoongi's insinuating even less: that you wouldn’t want the pack to help you through your heat, that you do not need them.

But you do need them. You need them for everything like a pup would. To remind you to brush your hair and be safe and careful. You certainly need them to mind your pleasure and well-being like a garden. You need your pack omega. Yoongi is being stupid. He needs Jin to guide him too- Obviously.

Jin moves, dragging Yoongi over to the kitchen island. For what it's worth Yoongi doesn't fight him or tell him off. Looking just as shocked by the turn of events as they all are. Jin looks a little wild. Tae hides her laugh behind a hand.

It’s not often Jin takes the Hyungs over his lap for a spanking. Hobi just sighs from behind his ruffled apron when he realizes what's about to happen.

“In front of my pancakes hyung? Really?”

Jin holds Yoongi’s nape in between his fingers and bends him low over the counter before dispensing a volley of swats over his behind. they're not hard, Yoongi looks more shocked than scolded. More turned on than upset.

“My pup does not belong to Namjoon!” Yoongi does not push against Jin’s grip because even he can see this is what Jinnie needs. If Jin really is in pre-heat then this is like a balm to his emotions- friable and feeble. Jin doesn't tolerate feeling out of control and if doling out a punishment is what he needs to feel steady then the whole pack will get on their knees.

Jin’s almost teary when he says it “She should be with me- especially if she’s in pre-heat. She’s mine- not Namjoon’s- not yours- mine.”

Other omega’s serve a purpose during the pack omega’s heat; they're there to make sure the nest stays tended to, prepared for pups and alpha’s. Other omega’s are there to warm and fluff and cuddle between the spikes of heat when the need for a knot becomes a need for simple closeness. With scent and touch sensitivity heightened- a soft omega is the equivalent of a fresh breath of air.

(Even then, Jin’s anger at you for not being home is a little over the top. Especially given that out of all of them Yoongi has maybe the greatest incentive to want you home).

Jungkook knows this, he lets Jin have a few spanks, a dozen before he stands up, wipes his hands clean of sticky syrup, and reaches out to pinch Jin’s scent gland.

A whine shocks out of Jin’s throat and he clamps a hand over his mouth, blinking rapidly. The rest of the pack watches as the wild threatened look vanishes from Jin’s eyes and it’s like he’s lucid for a moment. He seems to realize what he’s doing looking down at the position he has Yoongi in. The beta’s flaming cheeks and shocked blinking. The vaguely amused look in Tae’s eyes, the gentle resignation and concern in Jungkook’s. He lets Yoongi go quickly, hands trembling.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Yoongi gets up, pink-cheeked, and Jin backs away from all of them. “I didn’t mean to do that- I didn’t even want to do that.” He’s close to tears again.  It’s not the first time one of them got an impromptu spanking from the pack omega. But what is shocking is Jin’s guilt.

There is a certain level of dominance that they've all agreed to all consented to being a part of this pack. Jin didn't even hurt Yoongi, and he's not thinking clearly. Hobi doubts there's even red marks.

Jin just needs an outlet for his instincts.

Jungkook stalks towards him, determined, and the hair on the back of Jin’s neck stands up.

“I think it’s cute that you’re so worried about her when you’re so clearly in pre-heat too hyung. Don't ignore me.”

Jin nearly snaps his teeth with how quick he goes toe to toe with the youngest. The alpha’s do worse regularly when tensions are high, but still it’s so strange to see Jin act anything like aggressive- especially directed against the youngest and for hardly anything more than a cocky tone. Jin and Jungkook go toe to toe.

“I’m not ignoring you, you're just wrong. I’m not in pre-heat."

Jungkook just grins and reaches out to touch Jin’s chest. Cupping him where he knows he’s sensitive. Jin lets out a high-pitched keen and almost sags, would probably fall if Jungkook didn't catch him by the elbow. 

It makes every alpha in the room stand to attention. Sit up. Nervous. “Sensitive here, right? And you still want to say you’re not- when you’ve been snappy the whole day because you just want to nest and not be upright- when you just want what your alphas aren’t giving you- your omega’s and your knots.”

Jin bites his lips, covering his chest with his hands and stepping back. Looking a little stunned. “You’re in pre-heat hyung.”

The whole room is silent, but after a second, Hobi reaches for Jin’s phone on the counter. “I’m calling Namjoon.”

Jin’s hand wraps around Hobi’s wrist stopping him- his upper lip lifts in a near feral hiss.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

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(You and namjoon)

You wrap the terry cloth robe around you more firmly, fighting back a blush as the manager of the onsen stands up from your side. If she were an alpha, things would be a lot different and you doubt that Namjoon would let her get at all close to you. But Namjoon doesn’t have any problem with letting her check you over, verifying that the water wasn’t too hot and that everything is fine.

Everything is far from fine.

There had to have been some reason for you to pass out no more than an hour ago. You didn’t just fall asleep- that much you know, after coming too to black spots in your vision and dizziness so complete you doubt you could stand without falling over right now. To Namjoon frantically calling your name and covering you with a towel.

Everything smells a little off too- a little dampened, you paw at your nose, wondering why you can’t seem to smell the omega- given she’s old. But you can’t smell Namjoon either. It’s a little distressing, not being able to smell your pack alpha. Your nose doesn’t feel stuffy.

Weird.

Namjoon checked you over too. You’d already sort of been coming around after he dragged your limp body out of the hot water, but he’d been a little startled. You’re kind of thankful that his frantic call had fucked up, that he’d accidentally called the front desk instead of 911 if only to spare yourself the embarrassment of a trip to the hospital and probably a trip home.  

You feel too sluggish for that- like everything is moving at 2x speed and your brain is on pause. Now, you rub at your nose and let Namjoon and the omega duke it out. “It was probably just the heat of the onsen. Young omegas tend to be a little more affected by sharp temperature changes.”

Namjoon grits his teeth, “she’s taken hot baths before.”

The elderly omega raises her eyebrow, “In magnesium-rich water?”

Namjoon deflates and admits “No” after a second. She stands from the bed and nods like her work is done. “it was in the pamphlet. I recommend you rest well tonight and then enjoy it in the morning, you’ve traveled far.” Namjoon holds your hand tight. His fingers pressed to your wrist, feeling the flutter of your pulse against his skin.

“The pamphlet?” The manager hunts it down, and after a second digs it out from under the bed, cast from the bed to the floor by the mishap with your suitcase. Leave it to Joonie to be so excited he didn’t look before he put it down. Properly scolded, Namjoon takes the pamphlet.

Namjoon says something to the old lady in the doorway, comes back inside with a few plastic shopping bags, and you remember the food. It must have been delivered sometime in the last hour, because it still looks and smells hot when he sets it on the side table.

Huh, your nose doesn't seem to have any problem smelling the food- just Namjoon. Weird.

Namjoon’s looking at you in a way that you’re familiar with. The same way he looks at Jungkook after his seizures. “Can you get me a shirt?” Namjoon gives you one of his, probably the one he’d planned on sleeping in. He watches as you pull it over your head, watches as it pools on your bare thigh.

It’s nighttime now, and the lights outside are mainly pointed up at the trees lighting them from below. You leave the large glass doors open, cautioning in some of the warm sweet-smelling air and a few cherry blossoms inside. They flutter and stick to the big puddles on the wooden floor. Puddles from you when Namjoon dragged you out of the water catch the light like silver.

Namjoon’s medical bag is already on the side. He must have gotten it from the car although you’re not sure when. You look at him and he tucks his chin looking a bit like a kicked puppy. The concern in his eyes makes you feel all warm in your stomach.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like that until you check me again?”

“Yes” you make a noise, and surrender yourself to him again, Namjoon moves- almost jaunty.

He checks your blood pressure again, the movement behind your eyes with a small flashlight, you follow his instructions like the good pup you are. Everything quiet except for the faint trickle of water outside and the low hum of his voice.

When Namjoon asks you to lean forward so that he can sneak a stethoscope onto your back and listen to your lungs and heart, you nose and nuzzle at his shoulder. Eyelashes fluttering. After a few moments, he makes to stand back but your arms tug him close, keep him that way, almost purring.

Now you know why you couldn’t smell him earlier- it’s because you weren’t close enough, now you’re under his thumb you can finally smell him again and he smells so musky. You drink him in, rubbing small circles with your nose.

"Pup" he stresses. You pay him no mind.

Namjoon smells good today. Really really good. you’re not sure what it is but- he smells richer, maybe not any different than usual- but almost like you can sense more. Pick up on every little thing, every pulse of his heartbeat makes his scent flutter out stronger like a ripple. Promising safety and protection. You really are going to start purring.

Namjoon stops you the second before you try to bite him.

You blink up at him, mouth open. His hand grips your cheeks and you close your mouth with a faint click. "Sorry- I don't know why I-" Namjoon bites his lip while you rub your eyes, he waits until you can quiet the purring in your throat. You search for the word, “purry? bitey?”

“It’s fine,” Namjoon’s still watching you like a hawk.

You blink slowly, eyelids heavy. You’re still really tired, really drowsy. “Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Your heart rate is a little slow. I’m worried.”

“I’m fine Joonie.” He looks at your lips and then your eyes, “really.” You shake yourself awake a little. “Wanna eat so much food we get a food coma and then sleep it off?” It’s barely 6pm but it sounds like a good idea. Namjoon tosses his stethoscope into the chair in the corner of the room and sighs.

Luckily- someone else but Tae seems to have a hand in at least packing you one or two comfy sets of clothes. You’re mostly clean, too sleepy and dizzy to think about showering again. You dress deftly in your pj’s and Namjoon dresses with his and sets out the food you rest up against the bed, it’s not as good as your nest but still- the sheets are smooth and soft.

You wrinkle your nose, you can’t smell anyone but Namjoon, lifting your sleeve to your nose you breathe a deep breath and get a bit of Jin and Jungkook- that does more to settle you.

It’s been a long time since you’ve nested without either of them or their scents. You’re not sure you like it, you’re not sure you want to nest here.

Namjoon comes back with the rest of the food, but leaves it in a heap on the side table. There’s a lump in his throat and his scent sours. “I’m sorry this isn’t more fun.”

You reach over to squeeze his hand, “It’s okay Joonie, and this is fun. I’m sorry I passed out.”

Your pack alpha shakes his head, “not your fault. We’ll just wait until you get a bit more rest. We can enjoy it tomorrow, right?” You nod, and shuffle over to the edge of the bed so you can kiss him. His pout turns into a smile against your mouth but it still feels like an apology.

“Even just lying here- pinging out on food is still gonna be fun.” Your tone turns to tease. “I mean I know we both through this was supposed to be like a romantic vacation rather than a vacation vacation but-"

Namjoon shakes his head, “I just want to spend time with you.”   

The two of you get fat and happy on dumplings and pork fried rice, the kind of salty bad American Chinese food that you and Namjoon are both familiar with, that you both like even if the rest of the pack doesn’t.

Over the next hour with the TV droning and the warm air wafting into the room- you talk about everything. Spilling peach rings and gummy bears and red vines onto the bedspread. Your feet against his shins, your legs over his lap.

You talk about everything- your childhoods, the fact that yoongi's really close to finishing renovations on the house, getting Noodle a sibling. All of it. That one time that Jimin and Hobi had a competition to see who could eat the most crab Rangoon's in a single sitting and almost vomited. Everything. Reclined back against the bed. You can almost fool yourself into thinking that you’re alright, that nothing is wrong.

But then you get up to brush your teeth.

Namjoon is just shutting the door and the outside lights, turning your room into a pocket of dim yellow light. half of the food put away in the mini fridge but the other half still out and open for grazing. Everything has started to feel cozy and sleepy again and maybe- maybe tomorrow when you wake up, you'll finally feel better.

You’re just rounding the corner into the bedroom, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth when the cramping hits you.

“Ow ow ow what the fuck-”

You almost drop to your knees at the pain, crouching over, catching yourself on the doorway. curling over, anything to release the pressure, the horrible tenseness and unfamiliar pain in your stomach. You go white as a sheet and Namjoon looks so startled. Shouting your name and jumping over the bed, knocking over an open and nearly full container of fried pork rice plain onto the ground. Your toothbrush falls onto the hotel room floor.

“Pup! What’s wrong!? What’s-” Namjoon’s hands are on your shoulders and You’re still holding your stomach, blinking back the tears in your eyes and whimpering. Namjoon pries your fingers away from your stomach to see- but there’s nothing. Namjoon touches your stomach- and you keen.

Namjoon’s nostrils flare. And he picks you up from where you’re crumpled on the floor. It’s not so difficult for him, although he sets you down on the bed with less finesse.

The cramping lasts for a few more seconds. You’re panting by the time it dissipates. Namjoon makes it so so much better- rubbing a soothing hand up and down your spine, tucking his chin over the ball of your shoulder, and holding you. Ushering you as close to his chest and neck as he can. Something about your alpha being close makes all of this better- makes the cramps subside.

“It’s okay pup, it’s okay, I’ve got you, alphas got you.”

Namjoon’s muscles are shaking. He waits until the cramping stops and you're just breathing heavily. But then he sets you back gently against the bed. You’re dazed and dizzy where you lie. Whining in displeasure when Namjoon pulls away. Trying to guide your hands away from your stomach. shanking your head as he tries to get you to stop holding it.

“Let me see pup, let me see- Omega.”

Your body breaks out into full body shivers, hands going limp, you freeze and bear your throat so quick you don't even realize what you're doing. Head spinning. room spinning. Your Focus narrows down to Namjoon and his command, Namjoon and what he wants Namjoon and-

His eyebrows are knit together and he’s concentrating on something- thinking hard as he gently detangles your hands

Namjoon swallows, then leans down. Ducking in and sniffing at your stomach. Breathing deep. Nose brushing your naval.

He jerks back abruptly, eyes wide.

Namjoon bursts into action, crossing the room and going into the bathroom where he starts to shove your clothes into your suitcase. Everything from the crumpled lingerie that had tumbled out earlier, to his dirty clothes and bathing suit, everything shoved back inside with little care.

“Fuck- fuck-“

You sit up, hair ruffled, “Joonie?” Your dress for tomorrow night gets stuffed into the suitcase roughly, with little care for the delicate silk he can’t get it closed around the hanger.

“We’re going home.” Namjoon looks so stressed, you half wish you’d never driven all the way out here in the first place.

“What? Why-“

Namjoon’s phone is on the bed and buried in the sheets, but it starts to ring, its tone loud and shrill. Namjoon hesitates, looking at you and then at the phone. But it’s Hobi's contact, and you reach for it almost before he does.

“Hyung thank god-” someone's shouting in the background, it’s Tae even if Hobi's phone is calling. Namjoon put it on speaker but the overlap of loud voices makes the speaker on his phone crackle.

“Give me the phone- I can-” “No let her speak!” You’ve never heard Yoongi sound so bratty, Jungkook whines and it’s hard to tell exactly who hit the phone and Who exactly called. Their voices overlap, everyone is trying to speak at once. “Stop squirming-” "hurry up, Hobi can only distract him for so long."

Namjoon doesn’t need to raise his voice to get them to comply, just says “Guys!” in a slightly stern tone and they all fall silent.

“Something’s happening, I’m coming home- we- she’s-” Namjoon looks at you, and you get the sense that he knows something and he’s just not telling you.

“Oh, thank god” Yoongi sounds relived.

“Please hurry,” Jimin asks, but Jungkook comes over, snapping his reply.

“We need to tell him- Jin hyung-" There’s a sound of skin hitting skin, and muffled voices like someone just put their hand over Jungkook’s mouth.

Namjoon does not look away from the phone, hand tightening around it. “Wait what’s wrong? What’s going on with Jin?”

You perk up at the sound of his name. The pack omega? What possibly could be going on that they need to tell you about. “Omega?” You ask, and Namjoon almost hisses.

“Pup" The relief and tiredness is palpable in Jin's voice, he sounds substantially less stern when he hears your voice. "I’m fine, pup, just-” Silence again. You wish they’d face timed, that you could see their faces and they could see yours.

“We waited until we were sure and Jin hyung didn’t want to say anything because he didn’t want to ruin your vacation but- but-” Jungkook stutters and Jimin comes in behind him. At the sound of one of your alpha’s, you chirp. Slapping a hand over your mouth in surprise.

“Jin hyung is in heat.”

You hear a sound, something like a door opening, and Jin's stern tone comes through the line. "You better not be doing what I think you're doing. I told you I didn't want to tell them until tomorrow morning."  Jin sounds cross, sounds actually angry.

Namjoon looks down at you, gaze conflicted. “Fucking hell.”

“I know- I’m sorry, we waited until we were sure but he started feeling crampy a few minutes ago-”

You touch your own stomach, crampy. Huh that means-

"No, I'm not upset just-” 

You take the phone from Namjoon, “alpha.” Your keen is so breathy, you don’t know what tips Hobi off if it’s that or the breathlessness to your voice, the way you sound close to tears.

Leaving the den was a very very bad idea. Jimin falls silent on the other line, everyone is quiet for a moment, but then the phone explodes with the sound of arguing.

"I was right! I told you she was in heat hyung's- I told you so!"

"Jungkook, now is so not the time-"

"Ow!"

There's the sound of squabbling, someone pushing at someone else maybe. something hits the phone and it makes a muffled crackling sound. "Jinnie- no biting- hey- no- guys."

You and Namjoon look at the phone, and everyone is silent for a second before you lean over it. "Daddy?"

the sounds of a tussle cut off. “Pup” Jin sounds so sad over the line, not at all like he just bit someone. “Can you come home? I think I’m gonna go crazy if you’re not-”

“Yeah, Namjoon’s already packing.”

“Thank god,” Jin sounds close to tears, you’re dizzy, but not so dizzy and out of it that you don't grasp the gravity of the situation. not so dizzy that you can’t do what you need to. Jin sounds so so sad.

"I didn’t want it to be this way, I wanted your first heat with us to be just you- so I could take care of you, but it doesn't look like it's going to turn out that way.”

“Can you make me a nest Jinnie? A heat nest? I can’t, I don’t know how.”

“Yes.” Jin says, voice going husky. “Gonna make you the best heat nest, gonna be so cozy. Gonna be perfect.” He promises, and you smile. He’s already feeling hazy, you can tell.

You’re feeling hazy too. Cheek falling against the bed, trying to nuzzle into the phone. “Can’t wait, wanna nest with you-”  

“Shit.” “Jin don’t fall over- here-” you hear a thump, like someone’s guiding him to a chair.

Namjoon takes control of the situation. “I’ll let you know when we’re on the road.”

“No- don’t text and drive.”

“Love you, bye, see you in a bit.” Namjoon hangs up and heaves the suitcase up onto the bed to finish packing. You start to move, but he shoots you a look. “Stay here, I’ll carry you.”

“Joonie it’s just pre-heat, I can still walk-”

Namjoon shoves your clothes, your bikini, into the confines of the suitcase. Red strings tangle in his fingers. “Don’t care.”

“But-” Namjoon darts forward, looming over you and you have to fight the urge to tilt your head to the side and show your neck. Holding you by the chin a little roughly. It has the desired effect.

Your instincts preen, alpha's so good. Alpha's so strong, knows just how to handle you. Your heartbeat quickens, and Namjoon glowers. “I think if I don’t get you home right now, and back to the den I might go-” Namjoon hesitates, and you see it, how he trembles. How he gently guides you to sit back on the bed. And you recognize the stress in his voice.

An alpha and an omega outside of their den during a heat is a scary thing. Namjoon's instincts are so close to the surface. You hope you don't see anyone on your way out. If anyone looked at you too long you don't know what Namjoon might do. 

Namjoon will not go feral at the idea of his omega suffering through a heat outside of the Den. Namjoon will not go crazy. He will drive you back to the house at an appropriate speed, and you won’t go into heat on the way home because realistically you have at least another 24 hours before either of your heats hit fully.

Most pre-heats last anywhere from 24 to 48 hours, Jin’s are always a little longer because he's older.

Yours? He’s not so sure about.

Your eyelashes flutter and your scent spikes. He strokes reassuringly down your scent gland and you pant, you feel it all the way at the tips of your fingers, trembling. It's so good having Namjoon touch you there. You clench your thighs and whine as he pulls away. And you know that's as much as he can give you right now. To settle your instincts for the drive and to settle himself too.

This is the moment the pack has been waiting for. The moment they’ve carefully coached you towards with every meal and every bit of encouragement. In many ways- each courting gift was meant for this moment. Every blanket and pillow, every stuffed animal and matching pajama set was all for this; the moment you’d need every soft thing, every strong alpha you have at your fingertips.

They won’t fail you now. Namjoon won’t fail either of you.

“How long was your last pre-heat last pup?”

You blink, thinking back while he stoops to put on your socks, you are a little cold you realize, your body reallocating heat to your internal organs, leaving your extremities chilly and trembling. Contrary to popular belief- heats don’t always mean fever. Sometimes they mean you get so cold that you need other bodies to keep you warm.

You’re at that stage now, no wonder why the water earlier made you sleepy- complete and total warmth is what you need right now- what your body craves is a nest and your packmates. You can’t regulate your temperature on your own- you need the others to do it for you.

“It wasn’t quick, like- maybe 30 hours, granted I didn’t really realize I was going into heat so I’m not sure, I don’t-” Somehow, you don’t think this one will give you quite so much time to adjust. Namjoon soothes you with a finger running down the back of your neck, he won’t scruff you unless you need him to- worried that it will send you prematurely hurtling into heat.

They need to be careful- Namjoon needs to be careful. This is your first heat in a long long time and your body might behave unpredictably. They need to be careful not to bring it on too strong.

You need people who won't trigger you too quick, you need Jin and Jungkook and Yoongi.

You think it might come quick, with how intense all of this is feeling. Every step Namjoon takes away makes you anxious. Excites that prey part animal of you that knows you’ll be vulnerable for the next few days- probably the whole week.

Namjoon locks the door while he puts the suitcase in the car and then comes back for you. Taking no chances. “Namjoon,” you say, when he comes back into the hotel room. You gesture to the mess on the floor between your feet. The box of takeout that he upended on his race to get to you when you collapsed.

“What are we gonna do about the mess?"

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Notes:

this chapter ended up alot more sexual than i planned for it too. i know i promised fluff but- it is really sexual in nature and i'm only realizing that now.

i realize that in my head the actuall toilet part of the bathroom upstairs was in a seperate little room like- almost a half bath inside the bath? but i can change it just for this part because it's like- bily is my sandbox and i can play in it <3

i don't know why sertian parts of the omega x omega dynamic really really apeals to me like- almost more than the alpha x omega parts do sometimes.

its really soft and just a tiny easter egg- but when hobi talks about planting the magnolia tree- i need everyone to know that namjoon and jin's first daughter ends up being namged magnolia- or maggie for short, and she's a little carbon copy of namjoon and a total tom boy and ands up climbing it like, basically every day, it's like her chill spot <3

if we're getting down into the nitty gritty of what had happened in the hot tub scene between tae and hobi and the m/c i think hobi had been really really curious about the m/c's addictive slick but obviously- he's triggered by giving women oral sex from moonbyul so he's like- obviously nervous and doesn't want to like- actually have the m/c ride his face, tae tae knows this and probably spent all of that, scene feeding hobi little drops of the m/c's slick from her fingers, had probably made the m/c sit on the edge of the hot tub and bend back to show hobi how wet she gets and nose and nuzzle at her hole over her bathing suit before pulling it to the side and showing him that her pussy is so cute it's hardly scary. obviously hobi does not eat the m/c out but maybe tae can't resist.

i know there are alot of flash back's and little scenes in between the scene that's actually happening- i wonder if this is the way i should write them? do you guys like the part where they're talking about the free use? yoongi's flue? or should i have edited those parts out?

where it not for the m/cs heat- i think it would have taken yoongi and her until the following fall to be intimate again. it would have happened one day when she came in from her classes all cold and damp from october (is that a spoiler?) and he'd crumple and give it to her slow and warm.

tae and the m/c's scene in the bedroom was supposed to be alot more breif but i made it longer because i love mommy tae and i missed her<3

tae kissing over her panties is so???? feral and horny of her??? when will that be meeeee on both sides of it honestly? can you imagine having a cute little girlfriend that lets you dress them up???? the fantasy of having someone who wants you so much they just cuddle into you all the time??? tae is one lucky girl 😭

i worry that this chapter is going to be like the others where i delve too far into each little thing and the bigger picture of it all is lost by the end of it but! maybe i don't care- i want mommy tae so bad :(

i really really love that tae calls the rest of the pack "our boys" because really- they are tae and the m/c's boys like- thats so soft for her to call them that. how much do you think jimin would blush to be called "my little boyfriend" by tae??? i think he'd short circuit.

listen, i know that canonically bily takes place in boston but i just couldn't resist with the onsen- i know nothing like this exists on the east coast but still <3 i wanted to write it so i made it my own.

i really like how you kind of get a taste for the dynamic of everyone at home without namjoon and the m/c- like the moment when they're talking about what kind of cat they'd be if they where a cat is so cute and packy <3 i wish i had a pack like that.

broody jinnie broody jinnie brooody jinnie <3 i love love love describing him as a broody hen, because if you'd ever been around a broody hen you know they are so sweet! but protective!!! and fluffy! we have a hen thats broody right now and her name is wonton.

The m/c having cramps as apart of her pre-heat symptoms is because i was also having cramps while i was writing this part. as was the american chineese food part! cuz i was craving it <3

namjoon deserves some major kudos for this chapter because tell me why that boy suffers