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Thankfully, Yoongi hadn't been present when Hoseok experienced his first rut.

The changes in his friend had been subtle at first. Yoongi started to notice the angular shape of Hoseok's face and the lean, sinewy muscles that laid taut underneath his honey tinted skin. Hoseok's scent was spicy, and it reminded Yoongi of something like curry powder and warmth. To Yoongi, Hoseok smelled like home. Hoseok was truly a silent type of power, an Alpha in all senses of the word. But though he was an Alpha, his kind nature hadn't changed towards Yoongi. He treated his best friend with the respect he would treat any other person with, totally disregarding the gender boundaries that their society enforced. He treated Yoongi as an equal, even if he was an Omega.

Yoongi appreciated it more than he would ever admit to Hoseok's face.

When Hoseok graduated highschool, he enrolled in Yoongi's college under the dance program. Yoongi had already been involved in the musical arts, so he and his friend opted to rent out a grimy apartment together. There had been some disputes with renting the place because the landlord had been a bit traditional- "you're not mated and you want to live together?"- thankfully, they had sorted it out and were happily living as roommates.

Yoongi felt his feet carry him towards the cute café that had easily become his and Jeongguk's favorite rendezvous spot, and he buried his hands in the slightly oversized hoodie's front pocket. It was most definitely Hoseok's; Yoongi could recognize his best friend's warm scent anywhere. Yoongi usually wasn't the type to give his inner omega anything it desired, but wearing Hoseok's clothes sated the beast a little.

It didn't help when his primal conscience was extremely attracted to Hoseok and needy like a bitch.

But if wearing Hoseok's sweaty clothes gave him some alone time from not-so-platonic thoughts about his friend, he'd do it. In fact, Hoseok knew he wore his clothes, so he basically shared his wardrobe with Yoongi. He laughed it off and questioned why Yoongi suddenly started lounging around in his sweatshirts despite being a size or two smaller than him. Yoongi had shrugged and said that he liked oversized things. The truth was actually that Yoongi liked Hoseok's scent. Now, it was just something they did. Yoongi secretly enjoyed the domesticity of the shared-clothes situation, and he solely blamed his inner omega for it.

Finally, the bell at the door's hinge rang sweetly as he entered the shop, and he scanned the horde of customers to look for Jeongguk. When he spotted the Alpha tucked away in a booth farthest to the back he made a beeline towards it. He saw two express coffee cups sitting in front of the boy and he smiled to himself.

Jeongguk was kind when he wanted to be.

He slipped into the seat across from him, and Jeongguk jerked when he finally noticed Yoongi's prescense. He clicked his phone off and screwed his nose up in distaste, and Yoongi was reminded of an irritated rabbit.

"Yoongi-hyung, you smell like you took a bath in Hoseok-hyung's sweat, what the fuck?"

And it looked like today was not one of Jeongguk's "kind" days.

Yoongi scrunched his eyebrows together and wrapped his chilled fingers around the warm cup of black coffee the boy had ordered for him.

"What the fuck are you talking about, brat?"

Jeongguk rolled his eyes and sniffed the air again, and he practically gagged. Jeongguk looked at Yoongi with slightly watery eyes, clamping two fingers over his button nose to pinch his nostrils shut. Yoongi scowled; the kid was such a fucking drama queen.

"I'm talking about how you smell like you rolled around in Hobi-hyung's dirty laundry and didn't shower for days." Jeongguk said, his voice slightly nasally.

Yoongi didn't have the heart to laugh at the boy because he was just really, really confused.

"I showered before I came here. As for the Hoseok thing," Yoongi pulled at the hood on his shoulder, "this is probably the source of the stink. I'm sorry."

Jeongguk snorted and shook his head, his caramel locks swaying on his forehead gracefully. Yoongi frowned and took a sip of his coffee.

He felt personally attacked, because Jeongguk hadn't called him out on wearing Hoseok's clothes last month when they had met up.

"No, hyung. I'm meaning just... you. Your scent is off." The younger boy looked at Yoongi with suspicious intent. "Did you fuck him or something?"

Yoongi sputtered on his coffee and he felt his inner omega perk up in interest.

"Hell no, what the fuck, brat?" Yoongi hissed, his face blooming in a pretty pink that made Jeongguk snicker.

Yoongi set his coffee down with shaky hands as his omega began to express its want for Jeongguk's words to be true with needy little whines at the back of his conscience.

"I'm just saying, hyung. You smell a lot like him." Jeongguk's words were now softer, and Yoongi stared at his hands clenched together on the smooth countertop. His omega was practically begging at this point, and he pushed away his thoughts to focus on the young Alpha.

He was worried. The only way Yoongi's scent could have been altered would be if-

His thoughts were cut short by Jeongguk's words.

"He didn't imprint on you right? Cause this smells like an imprint."

Yoongi inhaled quickly, his eyes meeting Jungguk's round ones in a split second.

Had he?

Yoongi was shocked. It wasn't as if accidental imprintings hadn't happened before. In fact, it was actually quite common for Alphas unconsciously scent Omegas they felt emotionally close to. It was just nature taking the reigns over possible stagnant relationships, and Yoongi knew that it could happen.

The problem was that nothing could prepare him for the thought that Jung Hoseok, his best friend, could have fucking imprinted on him.

Did he, though?

The more Yoongi thought about it, the more plausible it became. They lived together, for starters. Hoseok was probably one of the clingiest people Yoongi knew, and platonic cuddling was something that they did from the moment they were children up until the present. They shared a strong bond, and Yoongi trusted Hoseok more than he trusted himself.

Oh, and there was also the fact that Yoongi's subconscience had an affinity to silently beg Hoseok to fuck him senseless.

Suddenly, the whole wearing-Hoseok's-smelly-clothes thing became sort of uncomfortable to think about.

Yoongi stared into the young alpha's eyes and whispered, "I don't know."

Jeongguk's eyes softened significantly and he said, his voice mellow, "Then figure it out."

Yoongi's shocked stupor was interrupted by the persistent buzz of his phone in his pocket. Dazed, he pulled the IPhone out and saw the five new messages from Jung Hoseok, endearingly referred to as "Loser" in his contacts.

Yoongi gulped as he scanned the messages quickly.

Hey Yoongi did you need anything? I'm at the store rn.

I picked you up some gummy bears :)

Isn't your heat in a couple days? Do you need any suppressants or whatever?

Are you ignoring me???

yoongi pls

Yoongi let out a shaky breath. Jeongguk stared in curiosity, worry rippling off of him in thick waves.

He hadn't even began to think of his heat yet.

Suppressants don't work in heats when you are imprinted. Yoongi knew this from his health class in highschool; it was common knowledge. Imprints were simple things; the Alpha involved would scent out the Omega, covering them in their scent until they became one. It was mandatory for all mates-to-be to imprint before they made the actual commitment.

Imprinted Omegas would experience their heats naturally; no suppressants could withhold the strength of it.

Imprinted Alphas would be sent into a rut immediately as they sensed their Omega's heat.

Basically nature decided that Yoongi and Hoseok should suffer together. And by suffer, it meant to have an extremely hot and desperate fuck.

Of course, Yoongi's damn heat was in three, maybe even two days. It all depended. Fuck, it could happen anytime in the next week. Yoongi had a feeling that it would be sooner than expected.

Yoongi didn't know how he felt about that.

He stood, his voice unstable as he said, "I'm sorry, kid. We'll make this up some other time, yeah?"

Jeongguk nodded, his hand still comically clenched around his nose.

"Say hi to the annoying one for me, and I'll see you around, Jeongguk." Yoongi watched as the boy's eyes brightened at the mention of his soon-to-be mate.

Yoongi set out for the apartment before shooting Hoseok a response with trembling fingers.

No, I'll be okay, Hobi.

Could you get your ass home quickly?

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO

Cause I know you all want a taste of the next chapter:::

"He let out a frustrated groan and kicked at a t-shirt that lay in a crumpled mess at his toe. It flew across the room and landed on the lamp next to his bedside table, and Yoongi felt his eyes start to tear up.

Not now. He wasn't ready.

His legs felt like Jello and his omega was mewling out for release, scratching against his subconscious for control. Yoongi could feel his skin flush and the slick begin to roll down his thigh in thick trails.

The growl from the doorway made Yoongi's eyes shoot up, heavy and half-lidded.

Hoseok's eyes burned darkly as he trotted across the room, his gait uneven and fast. Soon he was looming over Yoongi's small frame with a wicked smile plastered to his pretty heart shaped lips. He traced a finger over Yoongi's jawline slowly. Yoongi lost all capabilities to breathe correctly.

'My, my. Is this all for me?' Hoseok's voice was raspy and low, and Yoongi wanted to die right then and there.

That tone, those words shook him straight to the core.

There was no way he could do this, not without his damn inner Omega.

So, he gave the beast control. "

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER, MY DUDES!