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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!

For as long as Yoongi could remember, Hoseok had always been his rock, keeping him feeling grounded, secure, and safe. Now, Yoongi felt like his whole world was slipping through his fingers, and Hoseok was reason why.

It wasn't as if Hoseok would be a terrible partner. Yoongi had lived with him for two years now, and they hadn't had any terrible fights. Small disputes were generally guaranteed when you lived in close quarters with your messy best friend.

Hoseok was everything an Alpha should be; strong, dependable, and overall, kind to everyone. He was a natural pack leader, and why he hadn't formed one yet baffled Yoongi.

Hoseok was Yoongi's best friend.

If Yoongi had been imprinted by him, everything would change. Yoongi still didn't know whether he wanted to accept that change or not.

To Yoongi, Hoseok was stability, and he knew he could always rely on him as a friend. Never before had Hoseok showed any interest in him other than as a friend. Yoongi didn't want to risk destroying that stability with a tasteless, unintentional imprint.

But, the fact that he had an imprint in the first place meant something.

Hoseok's alpha was interested in Yoongi. Or, at least, the alpha was interested in his omega. Yoongi's omega had already accepted Hoseok as a suitable mate, so there was no disputes there.

But, that didn't mean Hoseok, himself, was interested in Yoongi.

Yoongi found himself twisting the knob of the shower off and leaning his scrubbed back against the cool tile wall. He slumped, defeated, a soft whimper escaping his plump lips. He felt his body start to slide down until his bare ass hit the textured floor. His knees pressed against his chest and he hugged his legs closer, trying to make himself as small as possible. He buried his face into his bent knees and clamped his eyes shut before the tears could start leaking.

This whole situation had him all out of sorts, and to be so emotionally spent towards the start of his monthly heat only made it worse. He was sensitive and the fact that his primal conscience seemed to be basking in the fact that he was imprinted by Hoseok wasn't helping him at all.

Yoongi hated this. If he hadn't been scented out, he wouldn't be curled up in a ball in his shower, totally naked, crying like a little girl.

But here he was.

Crying like a little girl.

It took Yoongi a good five minutes to will the soft sobs away, and he rubbed his eyes furiously, more upset at himself than he was with Hoseok.

Because he knew Hoseok didn't mean to do this. He knew that the only reason he was crying was because he was afraid.

Afraid of being inadequate. Afraid of the commitment. Afraid of being rejected.

Afraid of Hoseok.

Now, when he thought of his friend's cute little dimples and friendly smile, all he could imagine is the what he would look like when his alpha took control.

Would he change totally? Would Yoongi even have any type of control during all of this? Would the alpha disregard all the years of friendship they shared and treat him like a doll that could be messed with?

While Yoongi knew his own omega, he didn't know Hoseok's alpha. And that scared him.

Yoongi had never encountered Hoseok during any of his ruts. They had a system now that they lived together. When Yoongi had his heats, all it took was a quick text and Hoseok would stay with their friend Namjoon for a week or two until the effects wore off. The same applied to Hoseok's ruts.

Namjoon was a kind alpha who was a year or two younger than them. Namjoon had shared the same major as Yoongi their first year in college, Musical Arts, before he had switched it out for a degree in Philosophy. He was happily mated to a beta named Seokjin, who was motherly and great at everything but keeping secrets. Yoongi and Hoseok were glad that they opened their home up to them when the other went through their cycles, because they didn't have any other options. Namjoon and Seokjin understood their platonic relationship and respected it, but Yoongi knew that they wished for the two of them to pursue a relationship.

Yoongi was tempted to send a text to Namjoon to ask for shelter. He knew it wouldn't work, but he still wanted to try. He whimpered to himself as he thought through possibilities.

Yoongi knew Hoseok would pursue him the moment his heat hit. There would be no stopping him, because it was an action that was engrained in the alpha's brain. Hoseok would act purely on instinct.

And once Yoongi got a wiff his scent, he would be gone too.

Pulling himself out his cramped position, Yoongi stumbled from the misty bathroom, not even bothering to pull his towel around himself. It took only a few brief moments for him to lock himself in his bedroom. He threw himself at his bed and picked up his phone with shaky fingers.

He figured he might as well tell Namjoon that Hoseok wouldn't be staying the week. But in doing so, it made things so much more real.

It took several tries, but Yoongi was finally able to come up with a suitable explanation. He decided that he would have to be blunt about it, because he knew from experience that Namjoon didn't take shit.

Hey Joon . This is all really sudden, and I'm sorry, but Hoseok won't be staying the week with you this month. I was out with Jeongguk this morning when he told me that Hoseok had imprinted on me. It's accidental, and I'm not even sure Hoseok knows. Don't worry, Joon . I'll be fine. Just wanted to give you a heads-up . I'll text you after the shit hits the fan.

Yoongi sighed and sent the text, and he noticed that Hoseok had replied to his plea for him to come home.

Sorry man I got held up at checkout

Lady was buying at least 600 cans of fancy feast lmao I didn't even know the store had that much cat food

I'll be home in like thirty minutes :)

Yoongi decided that he would throw on some sweats so Hoseok wouldn't find him totally naked. He didn't want to risk it so soon.

Just as he pushed the soft grey sweatpants up onto his hips, he heard the door unlock and a very cheesy, "I AM HOME, MY SWEET!"

Yoongi didn't even bother throwing on a shirt before he stormed out of his room in a flurry of adrenaline.

"Jung fucking Hoseok, you ass." Yoongi said, as he rushed around the piles of dirty clothes and trash on the floor. He saw his roommate at the door, shrugging off an off-white hoodie, his cracked IPhone loosely fitted into his slim hand.

"Jesus, Yoongi. What'd I do this time?" Hoseok's voice was muffled as he pulled the hoodie over his head.

Yoongi could feel his temperature rising as he watched the way Hoseok's shirt rose a bit over his sinewy, muscular stomach. He had to stop.

Yoongi tore his eyes from the expanse of taut flesh as the hoodie soared across the room, and Hoseok adjusted his shirt. He ran a hand through his mussed hair and raised an eyebrow at Yoongi's flustered expression. That didn't help Yoongi's predicament at all.

"Min Yoongi, you literally just begged me to come home, but the moment I step in the door you call me an ass. Did I really deserve that?" Hoseok's voice was humorous, and Yoongi pressed his lips into a thin line. Hoseok's almond shaped eyes were slanted in a smile, and Yoongi was weak. So fucking weak.

How does one simply tell their best friend that they were imprinted, soon to be mates?

Yoongi felt as if his tongue had swelled, leaving him unable to speak.

Telling Hoseok was not something could bring himself to do. He felt so trapped.

"Just... Just clean up your shit. It smells like you everywhere and my nostrils are burning." Yoongi muttered, watching Hoseok snort.

"I dunno, I think I remember you telling me you liked my scent." Hoseok prodded Yoongi"s bare shoulder playfully, and Yoongi's cheeks erupted in heat.

"I was drunk off my ass when I said that, Hoseok." Yoongi murmured, diverting his eyes. He regretted telling Hoseok that more than anything in the world; he knew that the alpha found pleasure in it now.

"Awe, Yoongs. You're so unnecessarily grumpy all the time. It's kind of cute." Hoseok grinned, and Yoongi took a step back. He was too close for comfort.

Hoseok frowned at the way Yoongi shifted away from him, and he put a hand on his shoulder. The skin of Hoseok's hand was rough and Yoongi's eyes widened. The skin under his friend's hand heated up, but Hoseok didn't notice.

The feeling hit Yoongi like a ton of bricks, and he had to take a breath to clear his thoughts. His skin felt like fire, and a cold sweat hit him totally. He was overall uncomfortable.

Shit.

"Hey, don't run away from me. What's wrong? You're acting weird." Hoseok said softly, his hand tightening
around Yoongi's shoulder. His thumb smoothed over his collarbone in a motion that made Yoongi think that he hadn't meant to do it.

Yoongi's mind was going three thousand miles per hour, because he knew he was screwed. He knew two things.

One, He was experiencing the first symptoms of the heat. He wasn't letting out his scent yet, but he was still feeling symptoms of his fucking heat.

Two, Hoseok hadn't noticed yet, but once he did, Yoongi was totally fucked. Or at least, he was going to be.

Yoongi ducked and sprinted towards his room in five seconds, leaving Hoseok confused, staring after him in the messy living room.

"Y-Yoongi?" Hoseok called, stumbling forward to follow his friend, "Are you on fucking drugs or something?"

Yoongi slammed the his door and locked it in two seconds flat, flattening his back against the farthest wall from the door. He was literally cornered.

"Yoongi, open up! Are you dying? Do I have to call an ambulance?" Hoseok was freaking out, jiggling the knob without mercy before he stopped completely.

Yoongi didn't know if he could prepare himself for this. He probably couldn't.

"Yoongi," Hoseok's breath of air was audible and Yoongi pressed his lips together, his pupils blew wide with the first effects of the heat. Yoongi pressed himself closer to the cool wallpaper of his wall. His palms splayed against the wall and he inhaled deeply. This was where the bombs would fucking drop.

"Yoongi." Hoseok breathed, "What's that smell?"

Yoongi's voice struggled against his vocal chords, raspy and uneven, "Heat. Hoseok, I-"

Hoseok cussed from the other side of the door, and twisted the knob again, helpless.

"Hoseok, y-you imprinted on me." Yoongi choked, and Hoseok growled from outside of the door. He wasn't fully engulfed in the heat yet, so he knew Hoseok was still barely coherent enough to understand him.

"I'm sorry." He heard the gruff plea, he heard the way Hoseok had thrown a fist against the door. "Yoongi, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

And Yoongi believed him.

"Hoseok. I'm not fully into my heat yet." Yoongi gasped, running a sweaty and through his hair, "It'll take a few minutes to a few hours. I'm going to keep that door locked, okay?"

"Yoongi, open the fucking door." Hoseok growled, and Yoongi clamped his eyes shut.

"Hell no," Yoongi said, "You're not you right now, Hoseok. You'll just wreck me."

Yoongi's omega was writhing at the sounds of Hoseok's growls, and he slid the wall, the perspiration on his back beading at a grossly alarming speed.

He had to get up. He had to move. He rose on shaky knees and tried to clear his mind.

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 deeper and the slick begin to roll down his thighs in thick trails.

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

Hoseok had forced his way into the room.

Yoongi gasped slightly, and bit a lip in an attempt to calm himself down.

His Alpha.

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.

So this was the Alpha behind Jung Hoseok? Yoongi felt trapped as the man smoothed a thumb over his plump bottom lip, smirking as he sniffed the air around him.

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

So, he gave the beast control.

It took ten seconds flat for Jung Hoseok to pin Min Yoongi to the nearest wall, reducing him to a whiny mess as he attacked his neck possessively. Yoongi's veiny hands splayed against the clothed back of the Alpha desperately, clawing at nothing. Low growls escaped Hoseok's lips as he nipped at Yoongi's pale skin, teeth digging, but never drawing blood. Yoongi knew he was going to be covered in bruises by the time this was over.

It was very obvious that Hoseok's alpha wanted to ruin Min Yoongi.

Yoongi's omega didn't mind a bit.

Hoseok's hand smoothed over Yoongi's bare chest while the other winded itself into Yoongi's hair, roughly pulling his head back so he could easily access the man's neck. The pads of his fingers left trails of heat in their wake, and Yoongi was a panting mess. Hoseok chuckled at his pathetic whines before dragging his tongue up the bruised skin and across his jawline.

Yoongi's sweatpants were too hot, too much, too tight. His omega instincts wanted them off as soon as possible.

"Hoseok," He breathed, the man's hands tracing minuscule circles into the skin above his hip bones, his thumb massaging the flesh there until Yoongi felt like he could burst. Hoseok's mouth worked an especially large bruise into the spot right underneath the jut of his jawline. He hummed as he did it, sucking at the skin and nipping with sharp teeth, his nose buried in his neck.

Yoongi's hands gripped the soft blue material of Hoseok's shirt as he shifted his hips around in discomfort. The slick on his thighs and the sweaty skin of his back pressed against the cool wall was making it hard to focus. He let out a whimper as Hoseok tugged at the sore skin of his neck with his incisors. His thumbs hooked into the the insides of his sweatpants, sliding against the skin above the band of of his boxers.

Yoongi wasn't a virgin by any means, but this feeling of submission was new to him. Never had he enjoyed being controlled so much.

He let out a sound that reminded himself of a teapot when Hoseok's muscular thigh came up between his legs to massage his dick. Hoseok's mouth left his neck to connect eyes with Yoongi as he rutted his knee up against him. Yoongi made a small whimper and diverted his gaze from Hoseok's, the intensity of it too much for him to handle.

"Yoongi, I bet you could get off just from doing this." Hoseok's voice rumbled in his ear and Yoongi's blush returned, and he hid his face in Hoseok's shirt, panting like, well, a dog in heat.

Which wasn't far off at all.

"You love this, don't you?"

Yoongi didn't respond, a small sound escaping his lips as he felt the taut muscles of Hoseok's thigh ripple and flex underneath the skin. Yoongi's hands were holding onto the back of Hoseok's shirt as the man rutted his leg against his pelvis, his eyes screwed shut from the intense pleasure that was rushing through his body.

"Look at you, Yoongi. So pliant." Hoseok growled, his grip on Yoongi's hip tightening until Yoongi was sure that he would have bruises the shapes of his fingertips embedded in his pale skin. Yoongi rolled his hips into Hoseok's leg with a whine, trying to please the persistent ache of want from between his legs.

"You're so desperate, aren't you?" Hoseok grinned at the way Yoongi's eyes had screwed shut, and he buried his nose into the boy's neck, tongue lapping at one of the many bruises that littered the soft skin.

At this point, Yoongi was too far gone to form a coherent sentence.

"I can't wait to see you writhing underneath me," Hoseok's lips tickled the flushed cartilage of Yoongi's ear, his body flush against the smaller man, "Even though it seems that you already are."

Yoongi couldn't remember a time he had ever felt this hot and bothered, and he buried his face into Hoseok's sweaty shoulder. He smelled so sinfully good, and just inhaling his scent made Yoongi hotter.

"Hoseok, please." He gasped, feeling Hoseok's thumbs dip underneath the soft grey waistband of his sweats again.

His eyes flew open to look at Hoseok with pleading eyes, his hands letting go of the sweaty fabric of Hoseok's shirt to trace the man's arching eyebrows, fingers light as they traced the damp skin of his face. Yoongi studied the alpha's pupils, blown wide with desire. Hoseok looked so wrecked already.

"Oh, so you speak?" Hoseok's voice was throaty, an impish grin set into his lips as he thrusted his clothed hips into Yoongi's. Hoseok's smirk deepened when he saw Yoongi's lips pop open with a sigh.

The smell of spices infiltrated Yoongi's senses, and he knew immediately that Hoseok's rut had hit home hard.

Something in Yoongi snapped, and he felt some the omega's control over him diminish. Yoongi sieged the opportunity to dig his fingers into Hoseok's hair, nails scratching into the sweaty scalp as he pulled Hoseok's head forward. He leaned their foreheads together, eyes staring into the black pools of alpha arousal.

"Hoseok, if you're going to fuck me, at least get me off of this wall." Yoongi growled, and he watched the deep crimson flash behind the enlarged pupils of Hoseok's eyes.

Hoseok's bangs were plastered to his forehead when he pulled away. Yoongi saw the blank expression paint his face a pallid white, as if he were going to be sick. Yoongi was more than half hard, his sweatpants must have had a huge stain in the back from the amount of slick that was building up, and he was very much in heat. He looked at Hoseok with a set mouth and needy eyes.

Hoseok's face contorted from the white sickly shade to a color that looked relatively normal. With shaky legs, Hoseok took a step back, and his hands disconnected from Yoongi's hips. He brushed a hand through his hair and gulped.

Something told Yoongi that this was his Hoseok, not the Alpha.

"Yoongi, I-" He began, unstableness evident in his words, "God, I need to..."

Yoongi looked at his friend as he struggled to speak, his pupils contracting and dilating at a rapid speed as he fought with his inner Alpha. The amount of control his friend was showing was incredible.

"Hoseok. Don't hold back." Yoongi whispered, watching his friend's body shake with extertion. "Too much tension, and you'll snap. Don't do this," Yoongi reasoned, trying to push the want to just jump him down.

"At least..." Hoseok gasped, meeting Yoongi with wild eyes, "At least let me kiss you as me."

The kiss became desperate and Yoongi knew his time with the actual Hoseok would be cut short. Hoseok's tongue darted between Yoongi's lips and he granted him access, Yoongi's hands slipping from his neck to his broad shoulders. Hoseok tasted of decaf and stale toothpaste, but Yoongi didn't care much. All that mattered was that he was Hoseok.

Our mate, his omega yipped, pride soaring as Hoseok muffled a moan into his mouth.

He pulled away, searching Hoseok's unsteady stare with bruised lips and happy eyes. Yoongi let a sincere smile grace his lips and he pressed a final kiss to Hoseok's left dimple, lingering there.

"Such a good Alpha." He praised, watching as Hoseok's control slipped, his scent hitting Yoongi worse by the tenfold.

Hoseok's pupils expanded, the black dominating that soft brown of his iris, crimson flashing behind the muddled midnight.

The growl ripped through Hoseok's lips, animalistic, as Yoongi's control slipped as well, the Omega leaving him a whimpering mess. Hoseok's once-gentle touch diminished into a tight grip on his hair. Yoongi's throat was raw with the force of the moan that had been torn from him.

He bared his neck, enflamed and bruised with hickeys, to the Alpha.

Hoseok seemed pleased, his gritty voice rumbling out a singular "mine" as he rubbed his face into the juncture of his collarbone.

Yoongi's hands explored the sweaty skin of his partner's chest, tracing small angular designs into the tough skin. Hoseok was unnaturally warm. Yoongi's omega wanted nothing more than contact with that heated skin.

"Hoseok," Yoongi whimpered as Hoseok dragged his teeth across his clavicle.

"Bed. Bed, now." Hoseok's voice was scratchy and rough and Yoongi could feel himself melting at the words. He trembled, his dick twitching in discomfort. He breathed in Hoseok's heavy scent before feeling himself being thrown across Hoseok's shoulder.

Delirious, Yoongi felt the hand on his ass as support as Hoseok took steady strides towards the bed situated in the corner of the room.

To say Yoongi didn't expect to be thrown onto the mattress like a rag doll was an understatement.

Yoongi only could process the smell of full-blown alpha as he flopped onto the bed, his sweaty bare back meeting the cool comforter with a 'slap'. He raised his head to watch Hoseok bend a knee on the bed, hands working at his belt. Yoongi watched in a daze as the lean muscles flexed underneath the tan skin of his arms.

He totally understood the phrase 'Sex on Legs' now.

The bulge of Yoongi's erection in his sweatpants was screaming for attention, and he felt his own hand creep towards his waistband. Yoongi dug his teeth into the soft skin of his lip before his focus snapped up to Hoseok's face.

"Touch yourself and I'll leave you like this." Hoseok warned with a sneer, and Yoongi felt the chill run up his spine in arousal.

The whimper he let out was pathetic.

"Here's an idea," Hoseok paused with a smirk, "I'll make you cum untouched." Hoseok said, slipping the pants off of his legs and he threw the jeans haphazardly to the side. Yoongi's dick jumped at the slight of the man's glorious thighs.

The obvious bulge underneath his boxers had Yoongi's mind reeling.

Yoongi whimpered, watching Hoseok inch toward him on the bed, similar to the predatory way a lion would stalk its prey. Hoseok's hands landed on the tops of Yoongi's thighs over his sweatpants. His fingers gripped around possessively, and Hoseok grinned at Yoongi.

"I'm going to wreck you." Hoseok growled, and his hands glided up. Hoseok ignored the tenting arousal and slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of Yoongi's boxers.

Hoseok nearly tore them off of Yoongi's body.

Before Yoongi could even process that he was completely bare, Hoseok was hauling Yoongi's limp body into his lap by his hips. The purr that left Hoseok's lips was devilish as he looked down at the flushed body of his soon to be mate.

Pink tinged Yoongi's normally pale skin, his nipples standing as erect as his dick. He looked up at the alpha with half lidded eyes and pouty lips. Hoseok thought he looked beautiful.

"Hoseok," Yoongi gasped, "Do s-something-" He was cut off by Hoseok's hands spreading his thighs open, and how he slotted himself in place between them. Hoseok let out a puff of air as he pressed his clothed member against Yoongi's sloppy ass.

Yoongi blabbered incoherently as Hoseok grinded against him, the slick catching on the front of his black boxers. Yoongi felt the mass of Hoseok's dick and almost had a brain aneurysm. A low groan ripped itself from Yoongi's throat and Hoseok chuckled. The red headed man pivoted his hips against Yoongi's neglected asshole.

"Fuck," Hoseok swore, throwing his head back, leaving Yoongi with a view of his sweaty, outstretched column of a throat. He watched the way his Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed . The pressure increased and the pale boy felt his thighs tremble as a wave of crippling arousal sucked him in.

Hoseok breathed in deep and lowered his head to look down at the blushing bottom.

"You smell delicious." He breathed and Yoongi bit his lip, trying to smother his sounds as he felt the waves of slick drip over the hollows of his legs. His ass rested on the curves of Hoseok's powerful thighs, and he knew that they had to be soaked.

Yoongi's fingers weaved in between the sheets as Hoseok's hands trailed lines on the insides of his spread thighs.

His fingertips swiped at the slick that gathered on the pale skin, a smirk gracing his lips. He stuck a finger in his mouth and moaned, his tongue swirling around the digit.

Yoongi whined so loud that he was sure the neighbors would be filing complaints against them.

* * *

It was fifth day when Namjoon finally received the long awaited text.

I'm alive, Joon.

At this point the alpha was scrambling for his phone, his thumbs shaking as he typed in his passcode at the speed of light.

Yoongi was typing again, according to the messenger app, and Namjoon watched with baited breath.

I wouldn't come over any time soon, but everything's okay. Once this whole bonding thing is over and done with, we can meet up and talk, okay?

Namjoon chuckled and typed his response easily, his thumbs gliding across the keyboard.

That sounds great! How are you guys holding up?

The response came quickly.

That's a loaded question, Joon. I'm still freaking out.

Namjoon snorted, because he could only imagine what it felt like to be pounced on by his best friend, in which whom he had no prior romantic relationship with.

Everything's so strange.

A week ago I would have killed someone if they even joked about me considering a bond with Hoseok, but now?

It feels like this was the way things were supposed to be.

You know I've loved him for years... I just never thought he would return the feelings.

Namjoon felt a smile creep onto his face, but before he could respond, Yoongi shot another text at him.

Hobi's back, gotta go I'll text you later Joon.

It took all of Namjoon's manliness not to scream like a teenaged girl.

* * *

Yoongi looked at himself in front of the mirror, his eyes examining the remnants of what had been the most heated experience of his life.

Yoongi's hands traced over his bare chest, inching down and outlining the sensitive bruises around his waist and hips that were perfect inmprints of the pads of Hoseok's fingers. His neck was covered in hickeys, bright red and scattered all over. Yoongi couldn't help but to snort at how wrecked he looked, even after taking a very long and hot shower. He guessed that spending four days doing nothing but fucking had its effects on the way a person looked.

"Damn, Yoongi. You look like shit." He muttered to himself as he inspected his face, the underbags of eyes eyes swollen and puffy.

Yoongi's eyes trailed his body again, taking in all the bruises and hickeys.

Jesus. Hoseok must have a fucking marking kink.

He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he was reminded of how Hoseok had fucked him into submission for four days straight. His eyes found his mark again, and a hand came down to trace a fingertip over it. Pride seeped through his thoughts as he smirked, feeling at the sore skin of his neck.

The mark that bound him to Hoseok was large and it was easily seen. Yoongi's omega hummed in approval as Yoongi clamped a hand over it, a small smile twitching at the ends of his lips.

Hoseok had proved to be the best kind of alpha when Yoongi needed it. He'd fucked him senseless for hours, and when the heat would die down and Yoongi would fall out of his submissive headspace, he would wipe Yoongi's thighs and chest and shower him with affection.

It'd been a day since he had finally ended his heat, and he had been feeling jumpy ever since Namjoon had texted him.

Just as he was about to throw on a shirt, he heard the front door to the apartment open with an annoying ‘squeak’, and he heard his newly-annointed mate scream loudly.

“Yoongi-hyung! I just ran into that kid you always meet up with,” Hoseok said, a slight laugh mixing with his words, and Yoongi could hear his leveled footsteps making their way to the bedroom, “Get this; He straight up almost fainted because apparently I ‘stink so fucking bad’.”

Finally the door opened and Yoongi suppressed a chuckle, “You know, he did the same thing to me, so don’t take it to heart.”

Hoseok was quick to envelope Yoongi into his arms, cradling the smaller man in his arms as he pressed his cheek against the bruised neck. Yoongi rolled his eyes and pushed at the man’s shoulder.

“Jesus, Hoseok. There’s really no need to scent me,” Yoongi frowned cutely and poked at the ball of his mate’s nose. “I reek of you and I am not going to smell like myself for months.”

Hoseok’s smirk had Yoongi squirming his grip, “But isn’t that a good thing, hyung?” Hoseok leaned in to nuzzle his neck again, “Surely my omega should smell like me, right?”

Yoongi snorted, “Get off of me, you leech.”

Hoseok pressed his lips against Yoongi’s, quick, but enough to set the butterflies flying around the older man’s stomach, before detaching himself.

“You complain too much. I’m a perfect mate.” Hoseok said, his mouth morphing into the small triangular shape Yoongi adored. Yoongi rolled his eyes and scooped a lone sock off of the floor to whip at the redheaded man. He squealed and ducked out of the room, a wide smile stretching his lips into that heart shape that was purely Hoseok’s.

After everything, nothing really had changed. Yoongi sighed and let himself smile.

“Hoseok, you’re far from perfect, but you’re mine. That’s all that matters.”