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“Don’t you think it’s too soon?”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek before he could snap a ‘ it’s not soon enough’ at the alpha as he continued to mess with the strings of his acoustic guitar. He had been practicing a lot with it lately. They had a new section for their setlist featuring a few acoustic versions of their most popular songs as well as a couple new songs Jungkook was debuting on the next tour.

Songs he’d written about sultry dragon eyes, gentle hands, thick lips and the moon.

‘Desperate love songs’ Jimin had called them as he giggled his way through their first practice. Jungkook had tried not to explode from his mortification.

The omega still wasn’t used to this. The teasing from his friends and the band. The interest from the media and his fans about a courtship that seemed to ‘come out of the blue’. They weren’t wrong…not exactly. 

But even though it had only been a few months, Jungkook knew what he wanted. What he craved. More than anything else.

He wanted Namjoon’s mate bite.

It was a bit archaic and traditional. Ok more than a bit. But it was a natural thing driven by pure instinct. Mating bites were still common of course, but as society progressed and omegas were no longer bound to only play the role of a breedable mate it was seen as ‘totally cool and badass’ to go against tradition and not receive a mating bite. To have free reign over who they wished to be with and not be tied down by some alpha and instincts and traditions.

Jungkook had been one of those people for the majority of his young adult life. Had been rather vocal about it through his music and interviews and social media posts. Was very against the ‘old ways’ of doing things. Which was why a good portion of his following was shocked when the news broke that such an esteemed and large (and traditional looking) alpha was courting him. He knew he’d lost some fans because of it…and would most likely lose even more once he sported Namjoon’s mark. He didn’t blame them though, he would have once thought the same…

But then came an alpha that had changed everything he thought he knew. About himself. About what it meant to be an alpha and omega. 

Namjoon was an alpha through and through, there was no denying. He was strong, commanding, resilient and powerful. But he was also kind, generous, shy, and doting. He did everything he could to make Jungkook feel happy, comfortable, and cherished. He was not a ‘traditionalist’ like the media at first tried to smear him as. All those rumors were quickly debunked by others that knew him and by the way he was seen treating other omegas and Jungkook. 

Namjoon was not the typical alpha. 

He didn’t posture, or show his fangs in public. Didn’t force his scent on him or shield him from other alphas. He never pressed Jungkook to act or dress a certain way. He only ever encouraged him, and was seen doing so many times that he soon became a bit of a celebrity himself. Online forums and social media lamenting how they wished all alphas acted like Kim Namjoon. That everyone could be as lucky as the wild rockstar omega.

Jungkook had never thought he’d ever find an alpha like Namjoon either. Hadn’t believed they existed outside fairy tales and romance novels.

But Namjoon was very, very real and he was Jungkook’s…but the omega wanted to make it more official.

“You don’t have to rush into anything,” Yoongi, the bands lead guitarist and producer, continued as he messed with the control panel in their studio. “Plus you don’t want people thinking…”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the handsome alpha who wouldn’t look over at him. “Thinking what? ”

Yoongi sighed. “You know how the media is. How they’ll try to twist what you two have. Make it seem like some rogue, wild omega is trapping this wealthy high society alpha. They’re already starting. You smelled sour for days after those photos of Namjoon with Seokjin in Madrid came out. And while we all know now Seokjin is not a threat, that didn’t stop them from twisting it and trying to hurt you.”

Jungkook pouted down at his guitar. Seokjin was one of Namjoon’s dearest friends and a member of his board for his company. He was also an omega. They were very familiar with each other and Namjoon often needed to scent to calm his nerves, and Seokjin was there for him when needed. Jungkook himself had quickly come to adore being scented by the alpha. Doing it as much as he could when they could be together. But he knew he wasn’t the only one Namjoon was comfortable scenting…which was fine. Jungkook often scented his band mates and family pack, it wasn’t odd to do so. Namjoon was not only his , he had close friends and family and Jungkook would not be possessive…but he couldn’t lie the pictures had hurt.

The media had caught Namjoon and Seokjin off guard before an important speech Namjoon was to make at a charity event. The two had been in a hallway outside of the ballroom and someone had snuck by them, snapping grainy photos of Namjoon scenting Seokjin. Cheating Chairman Scents Omega Beauty In Romantic Madrid. Rockstar Omega Furious. The headlines had been ridiculous. Jungkook hadn’t been furious. But he had felt…bad. And his band, especially Yoongi, had not been happy about the situation.

They were all a bit protective of him. And while they had been welcoming of Namjoon from the start, especially after a glowing character review from Taehyung (Jimin’s now freshly marked mate) they felt more comfortable around him. But their relationship had caused some issues, one being Jungkook’s completely flipped view of alphas and courting and mating. Their once headstrong omega friend who despised alphas in a romantic way was now smelling of an alpha and constantly daydreaming and sometimes missing practices to accommodate the CEO’s schedule.

Jungkook had tried his best to keep a balance of everything. He knew how delicate these kinds of things were, and he never wanted to become an omega who’s entire world revolved around their alpha. He was so much more than that.

Namjoon knew that, and respected it.

Sometimes even more than Jungkook respected it.

But his omega was insatiable. His nature driving him to want to cling to the alpha and be by his side always. Have his scent all over him and everything he owned. His apartment, his bed, his clothes. His nest. He never wanted to be without Namjoon’s scent.

It was driving him a little…crazy.

“A mating bite is a big deal,” Yoongi said softly, finally swiveling his chair towards him. “It’s taken Jimin and Tae two years to make that choice, and they’re so disgustingly in love it makes me sick.”

Jungkook pouted. “I know that, but Tae isn’t an omega. It’s…different.”

Yoongi sighed. “I know. I just want you to be a hundred percent sure. There’s no going back once you have his mark. And if he doesn’t want yours…”

“He will,” Jungkook said, twisting one string so hard it snapped. He swore as he began to unravel it. “Hyung will want my bite.”

“Has he told you that?” Yoongi asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Omega bites on alphas were not as common as alpha bites on omegas. They were seen as extra special, making sure that everyone knew that the alpha was also claimed. That the two were equal in every possible way. Some found it embarrassing. Thinking it made the alpha look weak. But that was also a dying thought process, the new modern age seeking for all alphas, omegas and betas to be equal. Jungkook was sure Namjoon would be ok with having his bite too.

At least he hoped. 

Jungkook gulped. “We haven’t really…ever talked about it. We’re just courting.”

“Yet you think you’re going to have his bite before tour starts,” Yoongi said, voice even, doing his best not to sound judgemental. Jungkook knew his hyung was coming from a place of love and concern for him, but it was still irritating.

“I just have to find the right time to bring it up. He’ll want this too, I’m sure of it,” Jungkook said, trying hard to believe his own words.

But what if he didn’t? 

Jungkook hadn’t wanted to be with Namjoon at first. Had been so reluctant to even get dinner with him. But that night had been one of the best nights of his life. And every moment with Namjoon since had been like he was walking on clouds, laying among stars. He never knew it could feel this way. That being adored so fully and devotedly could have turned him into this mushy omega who now nests like he’s preparing for pups and writes love songs in his head while having a knot swelled inside him. 

But it was more than that. 

Because it was Namjoon . No one else, no other alpha, beta or omega could have made him feel the way he feels now. He knows it. 

Which is why he needs Namjoon’s mating bite. To make his omega calm the fuck down and realize that he is safe and secure in his mating bond to Namjoon. That no one is going to raid his nest and take his unmarked alpha from him. He needs it so that when he’s on tour he can still smell the alpha on him, his scent forever entwined with his own. That even without his knot filling him whenever he wanted he could still feel connected to Namjoon. 

Because he didn’t know how else he was going to survive those long stretches of time without him. With his mating bite it would make it easier…and maybe make the fear of the alpha finding someone else (someone more suitable for him) while he was gone ease up just a little.

“I just don’t see the rush in it,” Yoongi sighed again as he turned his chair back around.

“Because you haven’t ever courted before,” Jungkook said, just a bit teasingly. “Seokjin hyung has taken an interest in you lately though, hasn’t he?”

Yoongi let out a warning growl at the back of his throat, but there was no real threat in it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhmm sure hyung, I definitely didn’t see him leave your studio last night before I brought your take-out,” Jungkook said, successively turning the conversation away from him as the alpha sputtered. He trusted Yoongi with everything, but it was hard enough to try to figure out how he was going to approach Namjoon with this. He didn’t need his favorite alpha hyung to be overly concerned, it just made his anxiety worse. “You smelled so much like him I swore he must have taken your knot.”

“Jeon Jungkook you absolute brat, you have no respect for your elders,” the alpha growled playfully but annoyed, now throwing various pens and objects from his desk at him, the omega only laughed and tried to shield his guitar.

“Have you told Hobi hyung?” Jungkook asked a little softer then after Yoongi ran out of things to throw at him.

The alpha stiffened and subconsciously bit at his lip. “I’m sure he knows. It doesn’t matter though…it’s not like we were ever anything.”

Jungkook knew when to tease and when to not press with his band mates, and the look in Yoongi’s eyes made the omega know it wasn’t a topic to press. Even if he knew the alpha was lying and him and their beta drummer had been more than just dancing around each other since the band formed. Jungkook also knew the two never wanted to go too far, especially after they started getting big. Never wanting anything to risk the band, their music, and their success.

Though now with Seokjin coming around so often…Yoongi smelling more and more like the sweet omega Jungkook’s heart ached for his Hoba. But it wasn’t really any of his business and he was sure they would all work it out. Yoongi and Hoseok were good like that, always able to figure things out that worked well for everyone.

But with Jungkook feeling far more romantic than usual these days, he wondered if the two were really looking out for their hearts and not just the security of the band.

“Maybe you should still talk to him.” Jungkook suggested gently. “Just to make sure it’s all out there. No secrets. That’s always been our rule.”

Yoongi grunted. “I don’t have any secrets.”

Jungkook sighed and went back to tuning his guitar, plucking a few strings and humming, their discussion clearly over. The slightly worried scent from the alpha though made Jungkook feel a bit better that he wasn’t the only one currently going through relationship shit. He just hoped they both figured things out soon and that they weren’t at the beginning of the end of it all.

+++

“How would you want an alpha to ask you if they could mate bite you?”

Seokjin immediately choked on his coffee, body jerking in shock and then swearing as it burned his chin and hand as it spilled over his mug. Namjoon was quickly on his feet and reaching over the table to wipe his napkin across the omegas face, who just snatched it and swatted him away.

“First,” Seokjin said, voice hoarse and eyes wet from choking on the hot liquid. “I wouldn’t. And second, what the fuck? Are you thinking about mate marking Jungkook?”

Namjoon blushed as he sat back in his chair, tugging at his suit jacket and smoothing his hand across the white tablecloth. He knew it was…fast. Faster than most who decided to be mate marked. It wasn’t rushed these days like it used to be. Wasn’t much of a priority for the career-centered modern society. Mating and pupping typically reserved for later on in life, and with partners they’d been courting for years.

Not mere months like him and Jungkook.

“Yes,” Namjoon said quietly, though their fancy office café was nearly vacant. Just the two baristas behind the counter and a beta reading the newspaper across the room from them. But he still wanted to keep the conversation between him and his closest friend and confidant quiet.

“Oh god,” Seokjin groaned, tossing the coffee stained napkin onto the table. “You're knot whipped aren’t you?”

“ Hyung ,” Namjoon groaned. “So vulgar.”

“He’s got you wrapped around his little nail polish chipped finger,” the older omega groaned back. “You’re down worse than I thought.”

“Hyung, please,” Namjoon pleaded. “I need your help.”

“What can I do? You know how I feel about mate marking, and I assume Jungkook feels the same way. At least all those empowering, flowery articles written about him have stated his views on the ‘disgustingly archaic and oppressing tradition’,” Seokjin said, thick lips in a frown.

Namjoon’s shoulders slumped. “I know, I’ve read them all.”

Seokjin looked at him with pity. “Have you talked to him about it?”

Namjoon grimaced. “Not yet…not directly at least.”

But something in him made him think Jungkook might just accept his offer. Or maybe it was just the way the omega presented his neck to him when he was knotted, whining extra loud when the alpha mouthed or nipped along the scent gland. Scent spiking deliciously and heartbeat racing when Namjoon sank his teeth in even a little.

Yet they had never verbally spoken about it. Namjoon felt like a coward for it. He should have brought it up by now instead of teasing the omega and only taking his body's response as an answer. He knew better than that.

“I think it’s a lengthy discussion that needs to be had,” Seokjin said, wiping at the side of his cup before taking a small sip again, long pinky extended. “And preferably before his upcoming heat, which might cause problems for you both if you don’t clearly state what you wish to happen.”

“Wait,” Namjoon said, blinking rapidly. “How do you know his heat is coming?”

Seokjin pursed his lips and shrugged, looking out the tinted window and down at the city below. The highrise that Namjoon’s company headquarters was based in was one of the tallest in the city, and had the best views of the river and grand park. Sometimes Namjoon felt like he was looking at a different world when up so high. As if the people down below weren’t actually real and he was sitting among the clouds.

But these days his thoughts often ventured to Jungkook and where in their great city the pretty little rockstar might be. And if he was looking up and thinking about him too.

“Yoongi might have mentioned it,” Seokjin said casually.

“Getting close with him, are you?” Namjoon asked, a dimple showing as his lips turned up into a teasing smile. “I think he’s starting to see you more often than I am…or at least the back of you anyhow.”

Seokjin snapped his head back towards the alpha with a gasp. “Now look at who's vulgar.”

Namjoon chuckled warmly. “I learned from the best.”

Seokjin sucked his teeth at him but there was a proud gleam in his eye. “He’s worried. About Jungkook. And you. And I am too.”

Namjoon sighed, the humor fading as he tapped his fingers against his mug. “I wish I could explain it to help ease both your worries. Explain how he makes me feel. The connection we have. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Since that first night I saw him on that stage, to the first time I buried my nose in his neck — I just knew he was mine. And I was his.”

Seokjin looked at him for a long moment. “How romantic, but a mating bite is very permanent, Namjoon. And it means a lot more for an omega than an alpha, typically. It’s a claim. A mark of possession. Not many omegas these days feel it’s necessary, no matter what our biology and instincts say. I certainly haven’t found anyone who I would dare let sink their teeth into me.”

Namjoon knew he was pouting, and felt his alpha grow restless at his friend's words. Even though he knew this was what Seokjin was going to say. But he couldn’t help but still want it. The need to claim Jungkook and mark him as his was so deep and strong that he sometimes felt like he couldn’t breathe if he thought of it too long.

But he knew it wasn’t his choice. And he would never ever want Jungkook to feel coerced into accepting such a monumental gesture. He knew the omega was a strong voice in independence and self worth, how no omega needed an alpha's bite or protection to survive in the world. He admired him for these viewpoints. Namjoon would never want to take that part of him away, he vowed to never try to trap or tame Jungkook.

He only ever wished to run wild beside him.

“He’s going to be so far away from me,” Namjoon said softly, the truth of his need to claim the omega slowly coming to the surface. 

He tried not to think about it. How Jungkook would be on the road and on planes and big stages all across the globe for months. How they would have to meet in foreign cities, in scentless hotel beds, tired and aching. He had already calculated that he would have to cum inside the omega at least three times each time they met, and not go more than a few weeks in between knotting him or else the omega would lose his scent. Others would then think Jungkook was available to be claimed. It made his alpha want to snarl and rip a throat out.

But then his mind would find some clarity and he would feel utter shame that he had actually taken the time to figure out how much cum he needed to pump inside the omega to keep his scent on him. What a barbaric, alpha obsessed thing to do. Pathetic.

He was so, so pathetic. 

“So…you want to mark him before they go on tour,” Seokjin said carefully. “That’s…soon. You would have to bite him during his next heat. Which is even sooner .”

Namjoon nodded tightly, hallowing his cheeks as he looked back out at the city. He wondered if Jungkook had eaten breakfast yet. Or if he was even awake. The boy loved his sleep, especially when he could sleep in his nest. Where he looked so calm and serene and soft. Such a contrast to his ink covered body and heavy piercings…

“God, will you control your scent?” Seokjin suddenly asked, waving his hand in front of his nose. “It’s so sweet I feel my teeth aching. Never thought I would smell that from you…”

Namjoon ducked his head bashfully and tried to pull the collar of his dress shirt up more to cover his scent gland. “Sorry, I can’t help it sometimes. But yes…I know it would have to be this heat. His next one won’t be until after the tour. They plan it that way, since he’s the only omega.”

The band was a group of four; Jungkook the lead singer and guitarist, Min Yoongi an alpha and lead guitarist and producer, Park Jimin another alpha and singer and keyboardist, and then Jung Hoseok the lone beta and drummer – and the only one who had accepted him with open arms immediately. The two alphas had taken just a bit longer to warm up to him when Jungkook had first started bringing him around.

But lately he's felt comfortable with all of them. Even more so after Jimin mated with Taehyung and Yoongi and Seokjin had started their…whatever it was they were doing. Namjoon had tried not to let his jealousy show at how the band had two unmated members. But he knew Yoongi and Hoseok were not threats to him, even if the beta drummer was very touchy feely and comfortable scenting with his omega.

His omega .

The words made Namjoon’s heart want to burst as much as it twisted his stomach into knots. Jungkook wasn’t technically his omega even if they were courting. He wouldn't be fully his until he wore his mating mark…if he ever even wanted to.

“Would you be comfortable taking his bite mark as well?”

Namjoon looked back up at his dear and oldest friend. The one who had stood beside him all these years and helped build up a dying company left to him by his father. The omega had been with him through it all, and yet Namjoon had never seen the look in his eyes that he saw now. Worry. Trepidation. Almost fear. As if whatever Namjoon’s answer was would affect their friendship forever. 

“Of course I would,” Namjoon said, voice nearly cracking with emotion as he reached out and covered Seokjin’s hand in his. “You know me. You know I’m not that kind of alpha that would only claim and possess. I want Jungkook and I to be equal. I want him to claim me as much as I want to claim him.”

Seokjin let out a relieved sigh, twisting his wrist to take Namjoon’s hand and squeeze it. “I know. Silly alpha. I just wanted to hear you say it. Neither of us have ever met anyone we wanted to mate before. This is all so…new. But I’m not entirely surprised, the way you look at him – I’ve never seen anything like it. Gah, the way he looks at you. I feel sometimes you two are already mated. Like some fated mates bullshit we hear about as children. You two were made for each other. But still…”

Namjoon couldn’t help his wide smile even as a worried scent crept off from the elder omega.

“I don’t want you to get hurt. You need a plan on how to approach the subject, make it seem like it’s an option but it’s not something that will make or break you. He’s a runner, I’ve heard. Can’t keep him down for anything,” Seokjin said, shaking his head. 

“I don’t want to keep him down,” Namjoon said. “I want to run with him, for as long as we can. I just…my alpha wants to stake his claim. Officially. Help me figure out how to ask him. Please, hyung. Help me not fuck this up.”

Seokjin squeezed his hand once more, swearing under his breath and pinching at the bridge of his nose. But a small smile was forming on his lips as he looked back at him. “Fine. You’re lucky I love you. But I’m not doing this out of the good will of my heart. I'll be calling on you soon for my own favor.”

Namjoon lifted his coffee cup up to him in promise, smile wide and hopeful. “I wouldn't expect anything less. Now what should I do?”

Seokjin smirked and sipped his coffee. “I think I have just the thing, but it’ll cost you.”

Namjoon suddenly didn’t like the wicked gleam in the omega’s eyes. But anything was worth it if he could show Jungkook how serious he was about them. 

Anything was worth it to show his little rockstar that running with him forever was all he wanted.

+++

The wet sounds of slurping and soft gagging seemed to echo in the arched entryway. The low rumblings of an aroused alpha accompanying the lewd noises. 

Jungkook hadn’t made it ten steps through the front door of Namjoon’s sleek city penthouse before he was dropping to his knees and swallowing the alpha’s impressive cock down his throat. Their grocery bags forgotten beside them. It had only been three days since they’d been together last, but Jungkook wanted the alphas scent back on him as quickly as he could get it. 

And getting his cum on (or preferably in) him was the fastest way to do so.

“So eager, jagiya,” Namjoon sighed as he carded his fingers through Jungkook’s long hair. “Slow down, you’re going to choke.”

Jungkook let out a pathetic whimper at the endearment and the possibility of choking on his alpha’s cock. He wanted to. Wanted to feel Namjoon as far down his throat as he could. Wanted to just sit pretty and warm his cock for him. Wanted to gag on his knot. But he knew the alpha wouldn’t let him. ‘Your mouth and throat are too important to risk, sweet thing,’ he’d say and leave the omega pouting until he was promptly bent over the nearest surface and knotted until he was satisfied.

“Missed me that much, huh?” Namjoon asked, clearly trying very hard not to thrust his hips into the warmth of the omega’s' perfect mouth. Jungkook wished he would. He liked it best when his alpha took over and fucked his face, doing all the work for him, making tears stream down his cheeks. Making him gasp for air as he pulled back to only fist his knot and come all over the omega’s face. Though it was never really as rough as Jungkook wanted, as Namjoon was naturally careful with his omega. It was a blessing and a curse.

They had learned quickly after their first night together that they both enjoyed it rough and messy. Soft, sleepy fucking was reserved only for mornings or when they had more lazy time together or after they’d eaten too much or were too into their feels. Every other time they made sure to leave each other boneless, covered in marks, and sticky with slick and cum. Smelling so perfectly of each other it sometimes made Jungkook forget they weren’t actually mated. Yet.

“So much,” Jungkook moaned as he pulled back from his cock to mouth down the thick shaft to where his balls hung heavy and full. Pulsing knot just beginning to form at the base. A mix of pre-cum and spit connected his swelling lips and the alpha's cock as Namjoon tugged on his long hair, tilting his head back and forcing him to look up at him. The alpha groaned with appreciation at the sight. 

“You didn’t even ask me how my day was,” Namjoon pouted down at him, shaking his head in mock disappointment as he adjusted his glasses that were slipping down his sweaty nose. “Am I only a walking knot for you to get your fill? Only using me to make that naughty mouth and hole of yours feel full?”

Jungkook whined, squirming on his knees, pushing his ass down to touch the cold marble floor as he moved his hips. Hands gripping onto the alpha’s designer slacks. Jungkook hadn’t even undid Namjoon’s belt fully yet, had only reached into his pants and pulled out his cock to sink into his throat. Maybe he was a little cock hungry lately…but his heat was just weeks away so could he really be blamed?

“I’m sorry, alpha.” Jungkook pouted back at him, big pretty doe eyes looking up at him as he licked at his wet lips. Namjoon groaned and fisted his hair tighter. “How was your day?”

“Boring, so many meetings. Only thought about you, missed you,” Namjoon murmured, shifting his hips so the wet head of his cock pushed against the omega’s cheek, leaving a slick line of spit and creamy pre-cum on his perfect skin. Jungkook automatically opened his mouth. 

“Show me how much, alpha. My throat missed you too,” Jungkook whined, placing his hands flat on the cold floor between his knees, arching his back and sticking his tongue out.

Namjoon swore and Jungkook saw in his darkening eyes as the alpha lost any ounce of respectful restraint he had left.

He moaned as Namjoon guided his cock back into his mouth, opening his throat for him easily. His body had nearly become the perfect place for the alpha’s cock, forming to fit him and only him. Jungkook never wanted to think of anyone else touching him in this way. Using him in this way. He’d never trusted an alpha enough to let his needy (and very slutty, if he was being honest with himself) omega to take over fully. He’d always restrained himself, always kept his omega on a short leash, kept every alpha at arms length. He wouldn’t let anyone have this kind of control over his body and heart…

But Namjoon was different. 

They hadn't known each other for long, but since that very first night together there had been an unwavering foundation of respect and trust between them. A foundation that had only gotten stronger the closer they got. Their courting was as natural and comfortable as breathing.

Jungkook trusted Namjoon with his body more than he even trusted himself. The alpha always seemed to know just how to touch him. Always knew what he needed. Always knew whether to push or pull or coddle. It was as if their souls were entwined in some ancient, instinctual way. A way that Jungkook couldn’t ever fully understand or even try to describe. 

He just knew Namjoon was his alpha . 

And as Namjoon thrusted sharply but carefully into his throat, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, Jungkook knew he was in love. So fucking in love . 

“Ah, fuck,” Namjoon swore as his rhythm faltered, legs shaking and hands tightening their grip on his head. “Fuck you’re so beautiful. So good for me. Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

Jungkook only whined before sucking a bit harder, reaching up to dig his blunt chipped polished nails into the meat of Namjoon’s thick thighs. God, he loved his thighs. Loved being between them. Loved being crushed by them. He suddenly regretted not getting the alphas pants down when he’d had the chance to watch the muscles tense under his golden skin as he came.

“Close, close,” Namjoon gasped out, trying to pull back as Jungkook moved to cup his hands around the alpha’s knot, keeping him in place. One day he would get that knot to fit in his mouth and send his alpha into another universe of bliss. But for now he only gripped his knot tightly, sucking his cock back down his throat, tongue playing at the thick vein on the underside of the massive shaft, trapping the alpha to him as he came with a guttural groan. His big hands fisted Jungkook’s hair as his legs shook, the left one a little faster than the other like the big puppy Namjoon really was.

Jungkook couldn’t help the satisfied grin and gleeful, muffled purring as he swallowed every drop and then licked the alphas sensitive cock clean as his knot went down. The alpha’s smooth satisfied scent almost lulled him into a sleepy trance. 

“Wicked little thing,” Namjoon said, deep voice dripping with endearment as he petted Jungkook’s now very messy hair. “You’re going to suck my soul out one day.”

“Good,” Jungkook chirped, voice a bit hoarse which had the alpha’s mouth twitch downward with a hint of disapproval. “Then you’ll be inside me, under my skin. Exactly where I want you.”

Namjoon chuckled, finally pulling the omega up as he tucked himself back into his pants, despite Jungkook pouting. “I never know whether to feel flattered or concerned when you say such things.”

Jungkook kissed along his jaw, wrapping his arms around his body and melting into him. “As if you don’t say you want to eat me alive every other day.”

“Cute aggression. It’s real, look it up,” Namjoon said matter of factly just as Jungkook grazed his lips over his, both their smiles disgustingly fond. Their little pack of friends would be fake gagging at them right now if they were there. As they always do when the two of them turn into ‘mushy, gushy gross little love gremlins’ as Seokjin called them.

Jungkook leaned up and nipped at Namjoon’s neck, enough to make the alpha shiver. “I know all about that, I could bite you all day.”

Namjoon chuckled, finally reaching down to pick up the discarded groceries that contained all the ingredients for their dinner. “Yeah, I have the marks to prove it.”

Jungkook giggled. Yeah, just not where I want to mark you the most, he thought wistfully as he wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s waist from behind and waddled behind him into the kitchen.

Since the two had started courting Jungkook had rediscovered his love of cooking. He with the help of his Yoongi hyung had cooked often for the band when they were in their beginning years, but he rarely had the chance to do so these days. Always too busy to enjoy the art of cooking for someone you cared for. Namjoon he found was absolutely useless in the kitchen. He had a hired staff that cooked most of his meals when he wasn't going out to eat with clients and his business partners. So the omega had found a bit (ok a lot ) of satisfaction making food for the alpha and watching him melt over every meal he prepared. Each one he made for him earned him pearly strings of praises and worshiping orgasms that left his legs feeling like noodles.

He’d never thought he would ever be comfortable enough to cook for someone he was courting. Or that he would ever be courting with an alpha at all. But Namjoon never made him feel like he was obligated to do it. Always helped where he could (even if he was now banned from using too sharp of knives and open flames) and made sure Jungkook felt as appreciated as possible. Making him drinks and sitting on the bar top to admire him as Jungkook cooked. 

But tonight Namjoon was distracted.

He absently swirled his wine glass in one hand as he tapped across the keyboard on his laptop, brows furrowed and eyes intently focused on the glowing screen. Jungkook knew how much the CEO of RKiveTech worked and how stressful his job was. He admired Namjoon’s work ethic and how seriously he took his position in the flourishing company. He’d done so much to help it from the cusp of complete bankruptcy.

Jungkook had found himself a very smart and very capable alpha indeed.

Though a part of him was feeling a little…jealous that he currently didn’t have Namjoon’s full attention. They didn’t get many nights like this where they could spend hours together without anyone else needing them. But apparently whatever was happening on that laptop was a bit more important than Jungkook bending over the stove in his tight ass ripped jeans. 

And how could anything be more important than that? 

“Alpha,” Jungkook whined, which did get Namjoon to look at him with distracted eyes, a low rumble in his chest as answer. “My band and the crew want to have a big meal together now that preparations are set for the tour. It’s on Thursday night and they said you can’t keep me from them so I’ll just have to bring you.”

Namjoon sipped at his wine again, adjusting his glasses before we winced. “Ah, baby Thursday night I can’t. I have this ceremony I have to attend and well, it’s something I can’t miss.”

Jungkook nodded, pouting down at the simmering sauce before he switched the burner off and moved it to a safe plate. “Ah, I see. And…you don't need a companion for this ceremony?”

Namjoon cleared his throat, adjusting his lose tie and sitting up straight, blinking rapidly as he took another healthy sip of his wine. “Oh, no it’s going to be very boring. You’ll have much more fun with your crew than with me. You don’t need to worry.”

Jungkook’s frown deepened, his left eyes twitching as mean thoughts enter his head. He doesn’t want you to go. Doesn't want to be seen with you around his people. He’s embarrassed of you. You’re not worthy. He doesn’t want a mate like you.

“Baby,” Namjoon’s deep, concerned voice filled his ear, the alpha now standing beside him with those furrowed brows close enough for him to see the fine line wrinkles between them. “Baby, what’s this sudden sour scent?”

Jungkook reached out to fist his shirt, shaking his head as he pulled the alpha closer. His warm, rich scent calming him. “Nothing. I don’t know. I’m a mess lately. I even snapped at Jimin during practice today for no reason. I just…it’s silly. I’m being dumb.”

Namjoon clicked his tongue at him, lowering himself down closer to him as he cupped his face in both of his hands, squishing his cheeks. “You are not dumb. Every feeling, every thought, you have is valid. I just want to know what’s going on in that pretty head. Want you to always know you can talk to me about anything. I’m here for you, baby.”

Jungkook let a soft smile take over his lips as he nuzzled into Namjoon’s neck, rubbing his nose against his scent gland and melting into him. Namjoon held him like that for long enough that Jungkook forgot he was cooking for them at all. He never wanted to leave his alpha’s arms.

But he knew all these mood swings and mean thoughts were his own insecurities and pre-heat approaching. He always got a little out of whack right before his heat hit. Especially because he didn't have an alpha to spend it with. It was the cruel part of his omega nature, why omega’s were so drawn to alpha’s in the first place. If they found one that could ease the pain of a heat fever and sooth their frazzled minds before they nest and get ready to be pupped, it would ‘solve all their problems’. Jungkook up until now had done just fine without an alpha heat partner. It was painful but he’d been able to endure it. 

Now though…his mind was only full of what his heat would be like with Namjoon in his nest.

How good it would feel to have his deep, rich scent surrounding him as his knot pulsed deep inside him, soothing him in ways only an alpha could for an omega in heat. 

It would feel even better if they were bonded…if he had Namjoon’s mate bite on his neck. 

But Jungkook just couldn’t find the bravery to actually talk about it. Every day that passed they got closer and closer to his heat. Closer and closer to him leaving for tour. He was running out of time.

The little rockstar didn't know what he would do if he left without being bonded to Namjoon. If he left his alpha behind and free to be taken by anyone. He couldn't let that happen.

He couldn't. 

He wouldn't. 

Namjoon was his.

+++

Namjoon stood out on his balcony in only a pair of pajama pants, holding a fresh mug of coffee to warm his hands. The sun was just beginning to rise but the day would be cloudy, lights flickering off randomly throughout the city below him as the dawn arrived. 

He had woken up to Jungkook plastered to his side, his body heat higher than normal and causing the alpha to sweat more. His scent sticky and sweet but just slightly…off. Namjoon had extracted himself from the omegas' strong hold, careful not to wake him up. He had a sudden need for space, his senses a little too strong that close to Jungkook. His knew heat was fast approaching, his alpha could sense it. It grew restless inside of him, bristling and rumbling and pacing in his need to claim, claim, claim.

The strong desire to sink his teeth into Jungkook’s neck and mark him as his own grew more intense by the day. He was normally such a calm and respectful alpha but the driving instinct to claim the omega rockstar as his was coming from the very DNA that made up his nature. As if they were transported to a thousand years ago when alphas couldn't help themselves and just marked and mated whomever they wanted whenever they wanted. It made Namjoon feel awful. Jungkook deserved someone who was not driven by their instinct especially if those instincts weren’t aligning with what he wanted. 

But if Jungkook did want his bite, wanted him to mark him, then that would be a different story. Namjoon just didn’t ever want to pressure him. Never wanted to push him to make a decision he wasn’t ready to make. And nothing felt like the right time to really bring it up. 

They were already so close. So bonded. Incredibly so. More than he’d ever been with anyone else. It felt so right to be together. Namjoon thrived in helping take care of anything Jungkook needed. He felt at his best when he was providing and giving and doting on him. And Jungkook seemed so open to it…after a while. At first it had been difficult, the two trying to find a balance to not overwhelm or disappoint the other. While they’d only known each other a few months in that time they had grown so entwined and in tune with each other Namjoon often forgot they weren’t actually mated. Yet. 

But when Namjoon did remember that they were still only just courting it made him feel he had to reign in his instincts. Jungkook didn’t need someone to lace his big boots up for him. Didn’t need someone to carry his guitar case or moisturize his hands after a long day at practice or carry him on his back when he drank too much. Jungkook didn’t need someone to send a car for him to pick him up for long weekends at his place. Jungkook didn’t need to be cared for. He had his own independence and cars and money. He had made that very clear in the beginning. 

But Namjoon couldn’t help but to want to do those things for him.

He wanted to lace up his boots and massage his tired fingers and draw baths for him and hand feed him delicious meals. Wanted to carry him on his back and nest with him every night. It was in his alpha nature to provide and care for. He wanted to be a provider and give Jungkook the mate he deserved. 

But he also didn't want to drive him away by being too insistent and needy. 

Namjoon sighed and rubbed one hand down his face before massaging at his neck. 

He always tried his best to show Jungkook that he was not an alpha that expected a mate to tie down and keep pupped. He wanted of course to claim Jungkook as his own but not if it would upset or make him break their off courting. 

He had wanted to find a way to bring up mate bites with Jungkook to get a feel about things now that they were closer than they had been when Jungkook had first told him he was in no way interested in mating or pupping. Seokjin and he had a plan in place and last night he  was going to ask Jungkook about the topic. Feel him out. 

But after Jungkook’s sudden drop in mood the omega had barely eaten anything after his and only wanted to cuddle in bed even though Namjoon was ready to make his legs shake all night. So Namjoon had decided it wasn't the night to talk about it.

His instincts were driving him crazy though. He knew they had to talk about it before he was driven to madness so he could know for sure whether or not he even had a chance to mark him and take his mark in return. But even then Namjoon would still stay on his knees for the omega even if they never claimed each other in such an intimate way. It wasn't a necessity no matter how much his alpha craved it. 

Namjoon sighed again, hanging his head. Things were going so well between them though. Was Namjoon ready to risk all that? Jungkook was open to him and so receptive. So giving and so adorable. He called him sweet names and begged for ‘alpha’ in the sweetest voice. He had really come out of his shell and began accepting him and all the doting that Namjoon wanted to do. He bared his neck for him and let him nip at where a bite mark would be. 

Surely…surely the omega was having the same desires as him. Namjoon just had to grow a fucking pair and actually –.

Namjoon smelled the distressed scent before he even heard the sniffles. He turned towards the open sliding door to see his pouty lover rubbing sleep and tears from his eyes. 

The alpha was on him in a few quick, long strides, abandoning his coffee on the ledge. Hands immediately reaching out and checking over Jungkook’s body. “Are you hurt? Tell hyung what’s wrong, baby. Are you sick? Tell me where it hurts.”

He ran his hands over Jungkook’s head, checking along his jaw and across his shoulders. He ran his hands down his arms and examined his wrists as the omega continued to fight back tears. It wasn’t until Namjoon was squeezing his waist and trying to turn him around to check his back that Jungkook was swatting him away with the long sleeves of his sweater.

“You left me!” Jungkook whined, big eyes wet and bottom lip quivering as he pushed at Namjoon’s shoulder before wrapping his arms around himself. Closing himself off. The cold body language hurt the alpha more than it should have. 

“I didn't, baby, I just came out here —.”

“You were gone! I woke up and you were gone . Your side was cold. How long have you been gone?” Jungkook almost shouted, taking a step back from him that Namjoon quickly closed. 

There was something else upsetting Jungkook though. Something deeper than waking up alone souring his darlings scent. His alpha wanted to grab him, pull him in and check him over again just to make sure he wasn’t hurt anywhere. His scent was so wrong. So distressed. He wanted to fix it. Soothe him. Fix it, fix it, fix it.

“Baby, I’m right here I didn’t leave —.”

Jungkook made an exasperated sound, stomping one foot and throwing his arms up and back down again before pivoting and moving back into the bedroom. Namjoon followed him, brows furrowed as he trailed after the omega, arms out but not grabbing for him. Just open. Always just open for Jungkook to fall into.  

“Baby, please tell me what’s wrong. I’m sorry for whatever I did, but please just tell me and I’ll fix it,” Namjoon pleaded, one big hand on his chest, right over his heart, as Jungkook began grabbing for his clothes like he was going to leave, which was about to send the alpha into a panic. 

This wasn't like Jungkook. They didn't argue. Jungkook never left upset. He only ever left Namjoon with a happy, pleased scent. Full of his alpha. They didn’t get to see each other too often and Namjoon hadn’t even gotten to knot him yet. To scent him properly so that when he left everyone around him would know the pretty omega was claimed —.

Namjoon shook his head, as if to try to physically shake the possessive thoughts and desires right out of him.

Jungkook made another aggravated sound and threw his jeans onto the floor when he couldn't untangle them, turning angry wet eyes at him. Namjoon was at a loss.

“That’s the thing! You didn’t do anything! You’re perfect . You’re so fucking perfect and I’m…I’m losing it. I fuck this is so stupid, I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not, you’re not,” Namjoon chanted softly, his shoulders hunching at the same time Jungkook’s expression softened.

The omega sighed and covered his face with his pretty inked hands. Namjoon again wanted to wrap him in his arms but the omega’s scent was still so ‘do not approach, fuck off’ that it made him stay put. It was driving him mad. He wanted to comfort him. Fix whatever was going on. He just didn’t know how and Namjoon hated not knowing what to do.

“I dreamed that you left me. That you didn’t want me. That I was only a fun play thing and you got bored and left…because why would you stay? You’re so…you’re so strong and important and wonderful and a fucking dream of an alpha and I woke up alone and your side of the bed was cold and it’s not my nest and my omega was feeling abandoned and I was so scared because I’m in love with you and I can’t be without you and it scares me because what if you don’t want it. What if you don’t want me. What if you don’t want to stay? I just want you to stay.” The words left Jungkook in a single breath, tumbling out of him, small voice cracking as tears began to flow down his cheeks again. 

Namjoon felt the very wind be knocked out of him with the words. 

“You…you love me?” He nearly whispered.

Jungkook sniffled, rubbing at his nose with his sleeve as he rolled his eyes but his lips fought a soft smile. “Of course that’s all you’d hear. But yes. I’m in love with you , alpha. I thought that was obvious.”

“Can I touch you? Please?” Namjoon pleaded, his chest filling up with too much emotion. A burning desire to wrap up his omega as close to him as he could and never let him go. 

Jungkook nodded, opening his arms out meekly for Namjoon who rushed in and scooped him up, the omega quickly wrapping himself around him too. Namjoon held him tight and swayed, kissing the top of his head as Jungkook rubbed his nose and wet cheeks into his neck, his scent slowly calming and easing into a happier one, yet still anxious. Namjoon breathed him in, rumbling deep in his chest.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since my button popped off into your drink and you laughed so hard your first true smile came out. The cutest most perfect smile. Like a little bunny. I’ve been smitten ever since. I’m so in love with you, so fucking in love. I thought it was obvious,” Namjoon murmured into his hair, still swaying them back and forth in the golden morning light. 

Jungkook exhaled a shaky breath, hands fisting into his shirt. “Don’t ever leave me then.”

“I wasn't planning on it.” Namjoon reassured, petting down his messy hair. “I’m here to stay. You’re stuck with me forever. Going to fuze us together as one, keep you under my skin baby.”

This made Jungkook giggle into his neck, legs wrapping tighter around him. “Take me to bed, alpha. Don’t let me leave without having your scent inside me, so everyone knows who I belong to.”

Namjoon groaned, one hand moving down to squeeze at Jungkook’s naked ass, fingertips already slipping in the slick dripping from him. His heat truly was just a week or two away now. His alpha could smell it on his scent, he could feel it with the way he slicked up faster than usual. He was running out of time. But for now…he would make every second with his omega count. 

“And what if I never let you leave?” Namjoon asked as he lowered Jungkook down onto the bed, the omega not letting him out of his strong grip, making him press his entire weight on top of him. 

“Good,” Jungkook gasped out, snuggling even further into him, completely fine with being crushed under Namjoon’s weight. “Keep me forever.”

Namjoon hummed, nuzzling at his cheek, thick lips dragging down his neck to his scent gland. Jungkook moaned, tilting his head to allow him better access to lick and suck at it. His alpha purring with how good he smelled. How good he tasted. “Your band would hunt me down if I tied you up in here. They terrify me.”

Jungkook giggled, shoulders shaking and scent blossoming with his amusement. “ Good . They should. But I think you could take them. Maybe.”

Namjoon shook his head, finally detaching himself from Jungkook’s koala grip and pushing him further up the bed so he could crawl between his legs, hooking one knee over his shoulder. The alpha looked up at him under his thick lashes, dragon eyes intense enough to make his omega shiver, squirming under his gaze and allowing his legs to fall open completely. 

“I’d take on anyone to keep you,” Namjoon growled, pressing hot wet kisses to the inside of his thigh. Biting down hard enough to leave a mark and make Jungkook gasp and whimper. “But let me apologize for how mean dream alpha was, ok?”

Jungkook nodded, tongue playing with the metal pierced in his lip as he pulled Namjoon’s sweater he was wearing up to reveal his toned stomach. Muscles jumping with anticipation as Namjoon leaned down not to blow over his small leaking cock. He gasped as the alpha licked from his balls, flicking his tongue over his sensitive taint, and then down to where his wet hole was already twitching for him.

“So needy for me, baby,” Namjoon murmured, using one thumb to hook into Jungkook’s hole and pull at it, his body opening for him so beautifully. As it always did. 

Jungkook only whimpered with his response, pushing his hips up in a silent demand. Namjoon for once obeyed without pushing him back down, only digging his fingers into his thighs and latching onto slick dripping hole, sucking harshly. Jungkook mewed, throwing his head back, hands flying into Namjoon’s hair as the alpha licked and sucked at him, keeping him open for his tongue with his thick thumb. Namjoon could suffocate going down on Jungkook and die happily. He tasted sweeter than any dessert he'd ever had. He was addicted. He would never get enough.

“Alpha! A-alpha please more, need more ,” Jungkook cried, lifting his hips off the bed at a particularly harsh suck. His slick dripped down Namjoon’s chin as he pulled away, pushing in two fingers as deep as they would go and curling them. Jungkook quickly met his rhythm as he thrusted his fingers in and out, brushing past his prostate hard enough with each thrust to make Jungkook’s legs begin to shake. 

Namjoon never knew where to look when he played with the omega like this – at his perfect messy hole or his pretty face. Jungkook had the most perfect expressions when Namjoon had his way with him. Big eyes wet and filled with stars, cheeks the most precious shade of pink, and lips bitten red and swollen. He was beautiful. Always so beautiful. When he was up on stage in front of thousands of adoring fans singing and playing his heart out. When he was leaning on the balcony, head tilted back and looking up at the night sky. When he was laid back in the alpha’s bed, taking his knot and whimpering. He was always so beautiful.

“Love you,” Namjoon said softly, climbing up the bed towards Jungkook’s reaching arms, fingers still teasing inside of him, coaxing out his orgasm. 

Jungkook swallowed heavily, nodding, gripping on to the alpha’s neck. “Love you, so much. Love you so much alpha.”

Namjoon smiled softly, kissing along his forehead and cheeks before meeting his pouty lips. They kissed deeply as Namjoon pushed him over his blissful edge with a third finger, holding him close as his body twitched and shivered with each wave of his orgasm. Jungkook purred for him as he snuggled into his chest, one of his favorite places to be. But he quickly reached for Namjoon’s retreating hand, holding his wrist tightly and keeping it in place between his now closed legs. 

Namjoon raised a brow down at him, those big eyes looking up at him with a wicked gleam. “Mmmm again, alpha. And again, and again, and again.” 

The alpha chuckled, shaking his head, wrapping his other arm around his waist and pulling him close. Jungkook gasped into his chest when Namjoon gripped his still half hard cock and stroked it as he stroked his fingers against his swollen prostate. 

“Insatiable pup,” Namjoon growled into his hair. 

Jungkook mewed, toes curling as the alpha worked his body towards bliss again. “Just wait. I’m going to be even worse. Unmarked omegas are demons during their heats.”

Namjoon let out a breathy laugh, hands still pleasing his omega even though his mind began to wander. Unmarked. Hopefully this heat would be the last one Jungkook would endure without a mate bite. Without a marked alpha that was his and his alone. 

And hopefully Namjoon could endure this heat without falling prey to his own damn instincts.

Chapter Text

Jungkook was doing everything he could to put as much negative energy into the room as possible and everyone knew it.

He’d been pouting since he’d arrived at the studio for band practice. Quiet and solemn, he angrily prepared his guitars and mic, covered from head to toe in mourning black.

He practically growled when he heard Hoseok whisper, “Did they break up or something?”

Jimin slapped a hand over Hoseok’s mouth as soon as the words were out and hanging in the air, all of them freezing when Jungkook shot them a death glare.

“No,” Jimin whispered softly. “Just a bad day for our baby, that's all.”

Jungkook’s bottom lip wobbled, big eyes getting wide and wet, making his band mates immediately want to coo at him and coddle him but the grumpy little stormcloud only went back to his setup and continued to pout. The others looked at each other with helpless shrugs, Yoongi frowning the deepest out of all of them. As the bands only unmated alpha Jungkook knew he took on the role of caring for him the most, and he hated seeing Jungkook upset for any reason. Especially because of another alpha.

But Jungkook was really just too embarrassed to tell them that Namjoon hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Not really. It was him . He was the problem. He was needy and emotional and desperate and an alpha of Namjoon’s standing and status deserved better. The alpha hadn’t even wanted him to attend tonight’s vague ceremony with him. His mean little dejected omega in his head yelling about how he doesn’t want him. Never wanted him. Only likes to fuck him. Doesn’t want to mate him. 

Jungkook was so fucking frustrated with himself.

It had only been a few days since he’d last seen Namjoon. But the more distance between them the more he grew uneasy. The more his omega mourned and was convinced the alpha didn’t want him at all. Even though Namjoon had held him for most of the day on Sunday and scented and knotted him and reassured him consistently how much he loved him.

God, they had confessed their love for each. So why did he feel so…so bad?

Namjoon texted him damn near every hour saying it. Called him every night when he finally was able to leave his office. Murmuring ‘I love you, baby’s into his ear.

Alpha’s lie to get their knot wet. His omega hissed, pouting. 

Jungkook shook his head, growling low at himself. He wished his dumb, overactive brain would just shut up . Namjoon loved him. Wanted him. Sure, he hadn’t brought up mating bites yet but neither had Jungkook. They didn’t have to talk about it right now. Yoongi was right, it was too soon.

He was just nearing pre-heat and it was causing him to be a whiny horrible brat. 

Jungkook really missed Namjoon. He wished he could have ditched that dumb ceremony and come to him tonight. Life was so unfair. 

“Come on, Jungkookie,” Jimin called to him. “Let’s get loud, ok?”

Jungkook sighed, slinging his guitar over his shoulders and nodding. Maybe letting his emotions out while playing with the band would help him. It had to help him. It always did.

It did not.

Three hours later Jungkook was still feeling low, grumbling as he packed up his guitars and gear. 

What was going to bring him out of this funk?

Jungkook sighed, pressing his palms into his eyes. He wanted his alpha. How dependent was he getting? Fuck. 

“Hello my little rockstars,” Kim Seokjin sang as he entered the practice studio, dressed as always like he was coming right off a red carpet somewhere. He was beautiful. No wonder Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off him when they were in a room together. “Are we ready to go drink and eat way too much? I have the next three days off, my face can get as puffy as I want, so I’m ready to go !”

Hoseok snorted from behind his drum set, eyes lingering on the tall, pretty omega. “I doubt you would look bad even when puffy, hyung.”

Seokjin sent him a wide, but teasing smile. “Well, you’ll have to wake up beside me tomorrow and let me know, Hoba.”

Jimin let out a low whistle and then giggled until he was almost falling over. Jungkook couldn’t help his smile and small cough to cover his laugh as he watched Hoseok and Yoongi’s faces get bright red. It made the omega again question if he knew exactly what was going on there…

“I’m starving, let’s get out of here,” Yoongi mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as Seokjin looped his arm through his, bending down to nuzzle against his cheek. The smaller alpha blushed an even deeper shade of red.

“Yes, alpha, let’s,” Seokjin said teasingly, poking his pink cheek as the others finished packing up and grabbing their things. 

The group piled out of the practice studio and took the elevator to the underground garage, Jimin skipping ahead and swinging his car keys around his finger, chatting about all the delicious food they were about to have and when Tae would meet up with them. Everyone seemed to have their mates (and FWB’s) coming tonight. It made Jungkook’s mood sour even more. 

Jungkook went to follow after Jimin when Seokjin suddenly grabbed onto the hood of his oversized hoodie and pulled him back. 

“Drive with hyung, ok Jungkookie?”

Jungkook pouted at him. Not really wanting to be in the same car as what his omega saw as a silly rival, but he agreed when Yoongi walked towards his car as well, opening the front passenger side door for Jungkook to slide into.

Hoseok faltered for a moment until Jimin was calling for him, the beta trying his best to smooth his expression even as his eyes lingered on them before he headed towards Jimin. Jungkook frowned after him through the tinted window of Seokjin’s impressive sports car. 

Something was definitely going on, and Jungkook hated being left out of things. 

He let his bottom lip push out in a pout, arms crossed and eyes sternly focused on the road ahead as Seokjin and Yoongi chatted about stuff Jungkook didn’t care about. He wished he could pull himself out of this bad mood but the more he wallowed the worse it got. His brain was a muddled mess and the only person in the world who could make him feel better was somewhere he wasn’t invited to.

Jungkook just wanted to be where Namjoon was. 

It wasn’t until at least ten minutes into the drive when Jungkook finally got out of his head enough to realize they were driving in the complete opposite direction of the pub.

“Hyung,” Jungkook said, sitting up and turning back to look at Yoongi who did not look at all concerned. “Hyung, you’re going the wrong way this isn’t —.”

“I know,” Seokjin said calmly as he took another right turn. Towards the river. “You’re not going to the pub with us.”

Jungkook scrunched his nose, looking between his two hyung’s. Were they about to dump him at the river to walk back for being such a sour omega? He didn’t mean to be so awful. He was just…he was just…

Yoongi suddenly reached forward, placing a comforting hand on the top of his head, a calming scent coming from the small scent gland on his wrist. “Trust us, stop overthinking. You’re going exactly where you want to be. It’s ok.”

Jungkook didn’t understand anything, but he did trust his hyung. He would always trust Yoongi.

But a few minutes later when Seokjin pulled up along a dimly lit path near the park, his anxiety grew again. 

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked as Yoongi hopped out the back seat and opened Jungkook’s door for him. The omega did not budge, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

Yoongi set him a look before reaching in and undoing his seat belt, gesturing towards the river park pathway. “Follow the lanterns.”

Jungkook still sat, unmoving. “But wh—?”

“Can you not smell your alpha? I can smell him from—.”

Jungkook was quickly clambering out of the front seat, Yoongi just barely moving aside for him. “Just follow the lanterns, Jungkook!” He called after him but Jungkook was already on the park trail, footsteps picking up until he was practically jogging.

Alpha, alpha, alpha. Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon. 

His brain would not stop chanting, inwardly calling out for his alpha. His omega senses following the deep, comforting scent. Strong enough to pick up even over the smells of the river and park around him. If he wasn't so focused on following the path he would have noticed that the park was nearly empty, that the lanterns lead towards fairy lights twinkling in the bushes and the low hanging branches of the large trees that weren’t normally there. That soft music filtered from beyond the path, getting louder as he got closer and closer to his alpha’s scent.

Jungkook was practically running now, a light sweat forming on the back of his neck, his heart racing. He just wanted to get to Namjoon just wanted to get —.

His heart leapt to his throat as he reached the top of a small hill and saw his alpha standing strong and gorgeous at the end of the forked path. One hand running over the side of his freshly cut hair, brows furrowed in worry, dressed in a long designer coat and tailored slacks. Looking every bit the wet dream of every omega looking for a classy, wealthy, handsome alpha mate. 

Looking like he walked straight out of a romantic drama.

Like he was formed by the words of a well-loved swoon worthy novel. 

Fuck Jungkook was so lucky.

Namjoon’s expression softened as he finally spotted Jungkook slowing his stride towards him, dimples gracing his cheeks, eyes disappearing in those lovely half moons behind his glasses. His scent was rich and welcoming but also…nervous. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook said, nearly out of breath when he finally reached him, the two sliding their hands over each other as if they were both desperate for touch. For each other’s touch. Only each other's touch. “Alpha, what’s going on? What is all this?”

Namjoon’s smile softened as he rubbed his thumbs over the small scent glands on his wrists, trying to calm himself from the way his own scent faltered. Jungkook titled his head, stepping closer into his space as his heart rate calmed but his nerves grew.

“Seokjin and Yoongi were driving me to dinner but then we…we came here instead and told me to follow the path and what about your ceremony thing? Isn’t that tonight? Why are you—?”

Namjoon leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s, the omega immediately melting into it, brain fuzzing out as he kissed his alpha. Kissing Namjoon was one of his favorite activities. His lips were so soft and plush and he tasted so good. So warm. So needy. Though the way Jungkook kissed him back with fervor, he knew he was actually the needy one between them. But he knew the alpha loved it. Kissed him enough that both their lips were constantly chapped, having to use excessive lip oils which they used their mouths to spread over each other’s lips (a habit even Jimin and Taehyung, the PDA royals, had teased them for). Jungkook just couldn’t get enough.

“Alpha,” he whined against his lips after a few moments, hands still gripping onto Namjoon’s wrists. The alpha was stalling. Jungkook could sense it. 

Namjoon sighed, pressing their foreheads together before pulling away and taking a step back. Jungkook watched his expression closely. 

“Walk with me,” Namjoon finally said, turning to tuck Jungkook into his side, the omega fitting perfectly. 

He followed Namjoon down the well lit park path, the sounds of pretty music getting louder against the calming rush of the river. He chewed on his bottom lip, trying to decipher what was going on through Namjoon’s scent. The alpha was doing his best to keep it even, neutral. But the undertones were nervous. So sharp with anxiety it made Jungkook want to rub at his nose. 

Namjoon held him close with one arm, big hand pressing into him with a firmness that also gave away his nerves. What was going on? His omega was restless.

“Alpha,” Jungkook said gently, unable to handle the strange silence between them any longer. They paused halfway down the path, the river gliding over large rocks in the bank and making it just a bit louder. The wind rustled the trees around them, lifting their scents that entwined so perfectly, as Namjoon turned to face him, taking a big, deep breath but not looking him in the eyes.

“There was no ceremony I had to go to…it was just an excuse, and I apologize if I upset you and that I lied to you,” Namjoon said, clearing his throat and stretching his neck to stand a bit taller. “I just needed an excuse to plan well…all this this. But also not wanting to pressure you.”

Jungkook gave him a soft, but confused look. “And what is all this?”

Soft music filtered through the trees, the string instruments heightening and then softening. Namjoon tucked Jungkook’s loose hair behind his ears, eyes searching his face as if looking for strength. 

Namjoon swallowed hard, gripping onto Jungkook’s wrists again. Tighter this time, thumbs rubbing back and forth across those small scent points. He set his shoulders like he did when he was about to give a speech at an event and Jungkook felt himself holding his breath. 

“I know we’ve only known each other a short while, but I know deep down you are what I’ve been waiting for. What I’ve been looking for even when I didn’t know I was searching for something. From the first day I saw you on that stage, under those lights, being exactly who you were born to be, I knew I belonged to you. That you and I were…destined.”

Namjoon adjusted his stance, pulling Jungkook just a bit closer to him. The omega moved naturally with his pull, eyes never leaving his face. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as Namjoon’s perfect tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip before he took another steadying breath and continued.

“My alpha knows you’re my mate. There’s no one else in the world for me. I was made to love you. To cherish you. To adore you. Forever. I love you, more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I never want to be parted from you. I never want to let you go a moment without me at your side in any way I can be there. Whether it’s in person or…or with just my scent. I want to be with you. I want you to be with me. But I know…I know this is asking a lot. That this is something you have stated you don’t want and I don't want you to ever feel pressured…”

Jungkook felt his vision and hearing tunnel out, everything around him pushed out of his focus so that it was only Namjoon. Only his alpha. 

Only his alpha saying he was his mate. He was destined for him. 

He wanted him to be his mate. 

His mate.

“But I just wanted to be clear with my intentions. That this is something I want with you. If you’ll have me. If you’ll honor me in this way, if you’ll allow me to honor you in this way. I know that you're my mate. You’re my mate , Jungkook. But if you don’t want this with me, I want you to know I’m ok with that too. But I just had to tell you what I’m really feeling. What my alpha is really feeling. It’s making me go out of my fucking mind, I can’t hide it anymore. To me, whether you have my bite or not, whether I have yours or not, my alpha sees you as my mate,” Namjoon said, his breath now heavy on Jungkook’s cheek as the two had naturally gravitated closer and closer to each other with every word from his mouth. As if the gravity between them couldn't help but pull them closer. 

Jungkook felt the tears in his eyes as he slid his hands up the alpha’s thick arms before resting them on either side of his neck. Thumbs spreading to press against his raised scent glands. His lips grazed over the strong jaw that tensed and relaxed as Namjoon lifted his hands to place them on Jungkook’s neck as well. Thumbs gently rubbing his scent glands too.  A sign of equality between them. 

“Are you asking…are you asking to be my mate?” Jungkook asked softly, big eyes looking up into Namjoon’s. “I just need to make sure I’m not dreaming this.”

The alphas brows furrowed as he nodded. “I know it’s too soon. I know what people will think. I know it’s not something you ever wanted. And you do not have to accept me. You can reject me now and take the path back to the car that’s waiting and—.”

This time it was Jungkook that cut him off with a kiss.

Namjoon stood stunned for a second before tilting Jungkook’s head and holding him closer, deepening the kiss. Their tongues met and danced together as the sound of nature and the sweet melody from the quartet filled the air around them again. They kissed for what felt like ages. Scenting each other before kissing again. As if they were in their own little world and not a perfectly public park. 

“I didn’t mean to ask you like this,” Namjoon finally said against his neck as he rubbed his nose into his scent gland, Jungkook doing the same to his. “I just got so nervous I had a whole plan. Not to convince you or anything but to just let you know that I want you but I respect your choices above all else. I’ll have you in any way you let me, baby.”

Jungkook shook his head, finally pulling back, but his cheeks hurt from his wide smile. “I haven’t given my answer, if you want to continue with your plan, alpha.”

Namjoon blushed, ducking his head shyly as he reached for Jungkook’s hand and led him further down the path. The omega gasped as they turned a corner to a glowing gazebo dripping in fairy lights. Off to the side was a string quartet playing softly and averting their eyes from the couple as they made there way up the steps and under the domed little romantic haven. There was a small table and two chairs set up in the middle, a bouget of Jungkook’s favorite flowers and a black velvet box. Bigger than a jewelry box but smaller than shoe box, Jungkook was immediately intrigued. 

“The plan was I would talk to you about the future on the walk to here,” Namjoon said softly as he held Jungkook’s hand and reached for the box with the other. “Would tell you how proud I am of you and the way you’re handling the stress of the tour. I would tell you how much you mean to me and that I will be here, waiting. Always waiting for you. That no distance or time between us could ever dampen what we have.”

Jungkook felt the tears again, from Namjoon’s words and the fact that they were going to be so far away from each other. Despite wanting to keep Namjoon in his pocket at all times, it was impossible. They would have to part. Even if for this short while. It was awful. But they both knew this was just the way it was. 

“I should have told you that even though I’m having these powerful, but controllable, desires and instincts to mate bite you and bond us forever,” Namjoon said as he undid the ribbon around the box with one hand, Jungkook still clinging to the other. “That I never would want to press you to do anything you didn’t want. That I never want to hold you down or hold you back.”

Namjoon lifted the velvet box lid and Jungkook peeked inside – three objects rested in more black velvet. A glass perfume bottle. A silk bag. And a small ring box. 

The omega held his breath as Namjoon carefully lifted out the perfume bottle. “This I had specially made with my scent. It won’t hold as long as if I scented you myself or,” Namjoon cleared his throat, cheeks reddening. “Or knotted you. But while you’re away you can put some on your wrists or scent glands, when you're missing me the most. And it’ll smell like I am beside you.”

The lump in Jungkook’s throat tightened as he reached for the bottle and brought it close to his nose. He could already smell the alpha in it. The deep richness of him. It smelled like home. It smelled like his very heart. 

“It's an uncomfortable process, so I would never request it in return. But if you would want for me to have your scent as perfume as well, I can arrange it before you go. I’ll hold your hand the whole time too,” Namjoon said with another small smile. “I promise.”

Jungkook was speechless, his tongue heavy and dry in his mouth as Namjoon carefully placed the bottle back in the velvet and picked up the silk pouch, which was weighed down by whatever was inside.

“I wanted you to know how serious I am about you,” Namjoon continued. “And while we are courting, it hasn't been very much traditional at all. But you’re not a traditional omega, and I would like to believe I’m a nontraditional alpha. But that doesn't mean I can't spoil you with a proper courting gift. Which I should have done since you first agreed to be exclusively courting with me.” 

The rockstar gasped when Namjoon emptied the silk pouch onto the velvet, a thick designer silver chain clinked prettily as the alpha held it up for him. It was gorgeous. “I know how you love this brand, and how you wear them often. It might be a bit cliche but I had them uh engrave our initials and the date you agreed to get dinner with me on the lock. It was one of the best days of my life and I want us to both remember it fondly.”

Jungkook nodded, tears now prevalent in his wide eyes as he reached up to gently touch the thick chain, feeling its weight in his hand. He couldn't remember telling Namjoon directly that he liked this designer, but the alpha had paid attention to his jewelry collection. Had noticed how he enjoyed these chains and went out of his way to gather such a special gift for him. 

“It’s..it’s so,” Jungkook breathed, unable to find the words of how touching this courting gift was, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “Can you place it on me? Please?”

Namjoon smiled softly, turning Jungkook around and helping him lift his hair before clasping the chain around his neck. Jungkook already loved the weight of it on him. He ran his fingers over the engraved lock, smiling down at it. JK & NJ. Perfect.

“Thank you, alpha” Jungkok said softly, turning back to face him, tears escaping down his cheeks. 

“Baby,” Namjoon cooed, brushing away his tears with his thumb. “Why the tears?”

Jungkook only smiled, holding the engraved lock in his hand as he tried to help wipe away the tears with his sleeve. “I’m just…I love you so much I wasn't expecting this. My omega is just…I love you. I love you so much.”

Namjoon leaned down and kissed the top of his head before pulling him in close. “I love you too, I just wanted to let you know how I really feel. How much my alpha craves you…even if it’s not what you want right now. Or ever. I love you, everything about you. I love your wild and brave heart. I don’t ever want to hold you back though. I just wish for you to let me run wild beside you.”

Jungkook swallowed heavily, nuzzling into Namjoon’s chest and breathing him in. Trying to ground himself to know he wasn't dreaming. That this was real. That Namjoon was here offering himself to him in this way. That he wanted Jungkook to be his mate…but would respect him and stay with him even if Jungkook did not want the official claiming. 

His alpha wanted his omega, wanted him as his mate. No one else. No other high society omega or someone more suitable for him. He wanted Jungkook and everything that came with him. 

“What’s in the small box?” Jungkook asked softly, still holding tight to Namjoon’s hand and making the alpha reach for it with his other hand. 

The alpha’s blush deepened as he opened it, a thick silver and onyx ring sitting inside. “This one is more of a beta tradition, I know. And it’s technically for me. But I wanted something to keep close to me that every time I looked down at my hand, there you would be. A reminder of our promise to remain true to each other. It has our initials and the date of our first dinner engraved on it as well. Even on the inside, if I took the ring off, it would leave behind an indent in my skin. A forever mark of us.”

Jungkook pouted at it even as his heart skipped and tripped and fumbled over itself. A permanent mark. “Yeobo,” he whined teasingly. “I should have bought this for you. It should have been my courting gift to you. I don’t have anything to give…”

“You don’t have to give me anything,” Namjoon said quickly, shutting the box. Jungkook’s pout deepened. “Just your heart. Just your love. Just let me adore you and love you for always. That is all I wish from you.” 

Jungkook inhaled deeply through his nose, extracting his hand from the alpha’s and reaching for the ring box. He took it carefully and picked the ring out from it’s soft home, grabbing Namjoon’s left hand. The alpha let out a shaky breath as Jungkook slipped the ring on his finger, the band fitting perfectly over the thick knuckles. It was beautiful. Strong. Just like Namjoon.

“I’m honored and flattered you did all this for me, alpha,” Jungkook said, trying to fight over the emotional lump in his throat. Eyes still watering. “I know it’s too soon. It is. But…when you know, you know, right? When it feels right it’s just right. I never thought I would ever find someone I would want to be so connected to. So devoted to. To claim and be claimed. That wasn’t what I thought I believed…but then I met you.”

This time Namjoon’s bottom lip wobbled and Jungkook wanted to kiss it away. He only ever wanted the alpha to be happy and smiling or bite his lip when in deep concentration or when he was trying not to go completely feral over him. To see emotion swim in his eyes as it swam in Jungkook’s was almost too much. Too painful. He wanted Namjoon to always be happy. 

“You mean so much to me already, are so dear to me. I write songs about you all the time. I have thought about canceling this tour just to not leave you, my unmarked alpha,” Jungkook continued, shaking his head even at his own silliness. “But that wouldn’t be fair to the band or our fans. But my smart alpha seems to be a step ahead, always so prepared. You take care of things so well. You’re so in tune with me and my needs, yet I never feel suffocated. And I never want to burden you…to make you feel smothered.”

“I wouldn’t, I don’t. I would never, not with you. You are never a burden, never,” Namjoon said, voice thick and deep with emotion as he held onto Jungkook tighter. 

“I know. I know, I’ve been feeling so many things lately. Insecurity. Worry. Fear. That when I leave someone will try to take you from me. That my omega won’t be able to fully focus on our shows and providing to our fans if I can only think about my unmarked alpha back in my nest that’s unprotected. I don’t want to leave you unprotected,” Jungkook said, voice almost fading to a whisper.

Namjoon’s brows were pulled tight, scent worried but hopeful but scared. But still doing his best to smooth Jungkook’s. His wonderful, caring alpha. How could Jungkook not want such a mate? How could he ever leave him unclaimed? 

The omega swallowed heavily, smiling now even though tears still fell from his cheeks that he knew his alpha wanted to wipe or lick away, but he held onto him firmly. 

“So, while your gifts are so thoughtful. So endearing. They aren’t completely necessary,” Jungkook said, shaking his head as he felt the bubble of emotion burst from him, a sob escaping his throat even as he looked up at Namjoon with the brightest, wettest smile. “Because I want you to be my mate. I want your mate bite. I want you to have my bite too. More than anything in this world. I want you to be my mate.”

Namjoon sucked in a harsh breath, pulling him closer probably a bit more harshly than intended, making the air almost woosh from his lungs as their bodies met. Jungkook was still smiling though as Namjoon began to stammer and trip over his words. 

“W-wait, really? You will? I mean you want this too? For real? I’m, of course I want your bite too. I’ll have all my shirts tailored to show it off every day. But…but your heat it will have to be during your heat and you will have a fresh mark for your tour and it won’t bother you, you’ll be ok and —“

Jungkook once more cut him off with a kiss. The alpha melted right into him.

“Yes,” Jungkook said against his lips, both of them now smiling, both of their tears making their kiss wet. “Alpha, please be my mate. Bite me as soon as you can. Please.”

Namjoon growled low, a deep satisfied rumble that vibrated through his body as he picked Jungkook up and spun him around. Jungkook tilted his head back and laughed loudly, the pretty sound lifting with the rising music from the string quartet nearly forgotten behind them. Namjoon kissed his neck and nipped over his scent gland, making them both shiver. 

Their tears melted into quiet laughter as they scented and kissed and murmured promises of their bond as the moon rose up over them, shining down on only them as if blessing their destined union. 

+++

“Yeobo, you’re spoiling me,” Jungkook purred into Namjoon’s ear as the alpha took his seat beside him at the table, pulling his chair even closer to him.

Namjoon nuzzled at his neck, nose pushing his shirt further down his shoulder to bare his neck completely to him. Soon his teeth would be sinking into the unmarked flesh, leaving behind his bite and scent forever on his mate. Jungkook shivered with the thought. His mate. His, his, his.

“Everything for you, my love,” Namjoon murmured into his skin. “I want this to be perfect for you. Don’t want you to have to think or worry about a thing.”

Jungkook let out a breathy laugh, one hand tangling in the back of Namjoon’s hair as the other pulled his shirt even further down his arm, a dusky nipple peeking out which the alpha instinctively dove for. Jungkook hissed as Namjoon nipped at it before kissing it adoringly. “I only want to think and worry about mating with you, alpha. Everything else is fluff and spoils. I could have you take me to the nest right now —.”

Namjoon placed one large hand at the base of Jungkook’s throat, lifting his head to look him in the eyes. Jungkook immediately began to chew on his bottom lip from the dark desire in the alpha’s gaze. “Jagiya, let me treat you as you deserve. I want to hand feed you and feast off of you and take you to our nest to claim each other. Make us become one. Want to knot you full over and over until your heat fever eases. Want to give you everything.”

Our nest.

Jungkook whined and pulled Namjoon up to meet his lips, pierced tongue invading the alpha’s mouth and devouring him. He moaned into the kiss, his alpha nipping at his bottom lip, tongue lapping over the meddle pierced there as well. He wanted to drag Namjoon to the floor and climb on top of him, wanted to drag his nails over his thick chest and sink onto his cock until he could feel it buried deep in his belly. His heat was going to hit any moment now, and he could feel the feral fever of needing to be knotted building inside him like a fire. 

Jungkook pushed one hand under the collar of Namjoon’s shirt, nails digging into the skin of his back as he tilted his head and opened his mouth wider —.

A soft, polite cough came from the doorway, making the two pull apart and wipe at their mouths. Jungkook had enough shame to at least blush and try to pull his shirt back into place as the head chef of the private team Namjoon had hired for them gave them a soft smile. An understanding smile.

“Sir, thank you,” Namjoon greeted him, breathing heavily as he gestured for him to come into the room. 

The chef bowed respectfully and approached the table with two tall wine glasses and a very expensive looking wine bottle in hand. 

“Your first course will be coming up soon, it will pair perfectly with this crisp light wine, please enjoy,” he said as he poured them both a healthy glass before retreating back to the kitchen. 

The two soon to be mates were sitting in the main dining room in Namjoon’s penthouse, the alpha having hired a private team of beta’s to cook a large meal for them to celebrate their mating and to give them strength before being bound to the heat nest. Jungkook at first had whined and said he would have been fine with take out and chicken and beer before his heat hit, but Namjoon wanted to spoil his mate senseless. And so Jungkook would allow it.

“Cheers, to us,” Namjoon said, handing Jungkook his wine glass and clinking them together, the real crystal making a charming sound before they sipped at the crisp dry wine. 

“Thank you for preparing this for us,” Jungkook said, smacking his mouth with the taste as he reached for Namjoon’s hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss across his knuckles. The alpha rumbled happily, looking at him with devotion and adoration in his eyes. “Though I’m not sure I can make it through a five course meal before I’ve drenched this chair. Your knot is what I truly desire, alpha. It’s what I hunger for the most.”

Namjoon growled low in the back of his throat, grazing his knuckles along Jungkook’s cheek. “I’ll clean the chair with my tongue if you do.”

Junkook’s cheeks heated and he tried to hide his face in Namjoon’s hand. “So feral for me, alpha.”

“How can I be blamed?” Namjoon asked with a low purr, one hand stroking along Jungkook’s thigh, only a lose pair of linen pants as a barrier. Pants that would soon be discarded and forgotten once the private team served them and departed. “You smell divine. Your scent is so thick on my tongue I can taste your slick already. It’s my very life source.”

Jungkook purred, now licking at the alpha’s palm and up his fingers until he was sucking one into his mouth. Namjoon gripped his thigh tighter. Jungkook nipped at his finger tip before swirling his tongue around it and taking two in his mouth, sucking them until they were deep enough to make him gag. 

“Keep this up and you’ll be on your knees under the table when the chef brings our first course,” Namjoon growled, pressing his fingers on his tongue before pulling them from his mouth. Jungkook whined pathetically. 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” he said as he went to slide off his chair, but the alpha held him firmly in place. 

“We have all the time for that, my love,” Namjoon reassured him as he kissed him again, pulling moans from his lips before he was leaning back and offering him his wine glass. “Drink.”

Jungkook allowed Namjoon to hold his glass for him, his other hand slipping over the back of his head as he tilted it back for the omega to drink. They held eye contact as Jungkook swallowed and swallowed until the glass was empty, licking at his lips as Namjoon pulled it away. 

“Good pup,” the alpha praised with a firm grip on his hair as he drank the rest of his own glass. 

“Good for alpha, only alpha,” Jungkook whispered, lips wet and swollen already. Tongue swiping over his bottom lip and enticing the alpha to chase it. 

“Only for your alpha,” Namjoon growled against his lips, nipping at them to redden them even more. Jungkook whined and tried to get closer to Namjoon. He wanted to be in his lap. Wanted to be under the table with his thick cock down his throat. Wanted to be bent over and taking his knot. 

Why did they even need this meal again?

Jungkook let out a low warning growl when the dining room door opened once more, two beta servers bringing in their first course. Namjoon chuckled as he rubbed circles into Jungkook’s back, easing him even as Jungkook glared daggers at the two strangers. 

“Calm, pretty baby. No one’s here to take your alpha,” Namjoon whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his head as the beta’s placed the dishes on the table and quickly retreated. “I hired this team specifically so you would feel more at ease with less scents mingling with ours. I should have known you would still be a possessive pup.”

Jungkook pouted at him. “You make me that way. You have since the first night we spent together.”

Namjoon smiled softly, winking at him as he untangled himself from the omega to bring their first course plates closer to them. It was a simple fresh fish and vegetable dish, Namjoon picked up one piece and brought it to Jungkook's mouth. He took it happily, moaning in happiness at the delicious taste. 

“Good, because I feel the same way about you. Do you know how hard it is to tame my instincts with you? I would have mated you as soon as I had knotted you if it was my alpha’s choice. I have wanted to claim you since that first night,” Namjoon said as he fed another piece of the cold fish to the omega before taking a bite of the vegetables. 

Jungkook swallowed hard, his hand reaching to grab Namjoon’s and hold it tight. “I think i’ve wanted that too. My omega calls to you, knows that you’re mine.”

Namjoon exhaled with a fond smile, leaning down to capture his lips again. “Then we’re right where we should be,” he whispered into his mouth. 

Jungkook couldn’t agree more. 

The remaining courses went by both too quickly and excruciatingly slow. Namjoon hand fed most of the meal to Jungkook, letting him suck and lick sauces and creams from his fingers and mouth as they indulged in the delicious food and wine until they were both tipsy and giggly and inseparable. Jungkook had climbed onto Namjoon’s lap by the time the third course arrived, licking and nipping at the alpha’s neck between each bite. Harsh bites marking a promise on his skin. 

“Soon, baby,” Namjoon groaned as Jungkook sucked a particularly dark bruise just below his jaw. “You’ll get to mark me as yours soon.”

“Want it so bad, alpha,” Jungkook whined, his heat setting deeper into his body with every passing moment. He was shivering with it by the time the final course of decadent desserts were placed on the table for them. Jungkook now fully ignoring the private crew as he slowly grinded his hips down against Namjoon’s thigh. Losing himself to the way the alpha flexed for him, his cock hard and leaking, slick dampening his linen pants. 

He didn’t even hear Namjoon thank the chef and wish him well, leaving instructions on how to lock up before he was being lifted off the alpha’s lap and perched on the edge of the table. 

“So close,” he whined as he tried to fight him to get back on his thigh. He just needed a little more.

“Let me,” Namjoon purred, warm hand slipping under his shirt and taking it off him. Jungkook shivered even though he was burning up, cheeks and face red, eyes unfocused. He had enough energy to at least lift his hips and help his alpha take off his ruined pants, the sweetness of his scent permitting the air even more now that he was fully nude. 

Namjoon brought the pants up to his face, inhaled and then licked the damp fabric, eyes rolling back. Jungkook swore he could have come from that image alone. 

“So beautiful,” Namjoon said, voice thick and reverent like he was worshiping at his altar. Jungkook leaned back, his long hair tickling his shoulders as he opened his legs more. Namjoon’s eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled the omega’s heat scent right from the slicked up source between his legs. “Fucking delicious. Fuck , lean back baby I need to taste you.”

Jungkook giggled airily, his movement slow as he laid further back amongst the trays of desserts, resting back on his elbows. Though he knew to his alpha he was the sweetest most decadent thing on the table. “You taste me all the time, alpha.”

Namjoon growled as he got on his knees, slipping Jungkook’s legs over his shoulders and pulling his ass closer to the edge of the table. “You’ve never smelled so sweet. Going to fucking devour you.” 

The omega gasped as Namjoon pushed his thighs more open, latching onto his slick messy hole and sucking harshly. Drinking him down with heavy gulps and an insistent tongue. Jungkook was nearly wailing with pleasure, his orgasm fast approaching again as he had been so close when he had been on his alpha’s thigh. It only took one final press of Namjoon’s tongue, his thumb pulling at his hole and a harsh suck for him to fall over that blissful edge. Hole and cock spurting and twitching with every wave of pleasure. 

His alpha drank up every drop and then licked his cock clean before diving back down to do it all again. 

Jungkook was insatiable. 

By the fourth orgasm on the table he was pushing Namjoon away and down onto the floor, bringing with him melted chocolate from their dessert. He straddled the alpha and practically ripped his shirt open, the luxury fabric giving way and buttons popping off and skipping along the hardwood floor. They both couldn’t help their giggles until Jungkook was pouring the chocolate over Namjoon’s pronounced chest and making the alpha growl as he proceeded to lick it from his body. 

The two were a mess by the time they were both freed from all their clothes, chocolate and slick spread over both their bodies as Jungkook humped his small omegan cock between the valley of Namjoon’s chest before he was coming over his thick neck. He slid down the alpha’s body and swallowed his cock down his throat, Namjoon grunting and doing his best not to thrust up into his mouth.

“Want your knot, alpha, please want it so bad,” Jungkook whined, dragging his reddened lips up and down the wet shaft, tonguing at the thick veins before sucking his balls into his mouth. He swore the alpha was close to howling when he licked lower and lower. 

Namjoon finally fisted his hand into his hair and pulled him up, crashing their mouths together even as Jungkook continued to stroke and pet at him. Hands cupping his knot as if that would help him get it inside him faster. His heat was nearly here, everything around him growing hazy and pink and feverish. His body ached. His hole clenched and twitched around nothing but the phantom feeling of the alphas cock fucking him and knotting him. He needed it, needed it so badly. 

“Up, bath, now,” Namjoon growled into his mouth. 

“No,” Jungkook growled back even as the alpha dragged him to his feet. “Nest. Now.”

“I’m not putting you in our nest covered in chocolate, baby,” Namjoon said, guiding Jungkook towards the main den to where the omega had prepared the nest just a few short hours ago. Namjoon had planned it all out perfectly. Jungkook truly wanted for nothing. His alpha had taken care of it all. 

Jungkook was plopped into a warm bath only moments later, but this time unlike their first night they had ever spent together, Namjoon slid in with him. He was on the alpha in a heartbeat, licking and sucking at his neck as his soon to be mate did his best to clean him up. The chocolate and copious amount of slick washing away into the sudsy water. 

“Mmmm my baby feeling good?” Namjoon asked, voice deep and soothing as Jungkook let himself relax into the warm fuzzy feeling of the bath, his alpha, and the onset of his heat. He’d never spent a heat with an alpha before. Only with beta’s or another omega. He hadn’t wanted to ever become desperate for a knot or stuck in his own instincts. 

But he trusted Namjoon so fully it was as if the alpha was already his mate. 

He trusted himself with Namjoon, which seemed even more important to him. 

Jungkook hadn’t ever wanted to become a slave to his instincts. To be chained down to what the roles of a proper omega, alpha, and beta were. He had always wanted to push against those norms. To find what he truly desired and what he was meant for outside of his subgender. Which is why he had never though he would ever want to have an alpha mate. Always feared it would make him feel those instincts he wanted to always run from. But in a way, even if they were taking on some traditional roles intimately, Jungkook and Namjoon would be far from the traditional alpha and omega mates. 

Namjoon would never try to control him. He would never try to change him or tame him. He would let him travel far and wide on his own and not keep him inside their den pupped and chained to the labor and life of an omega. Namjoon would honor him for who he really was. Would only ever run wild beside him. Would love him and respect him no matter how the omega chose to live his life. 

The alpha just wanted to be beside him…and Jungkook wanted to be at his side too.

“I love you, yeobo,” Jungkook murmured into his neck as he rolled his hips against the thickness of his thigh. “Make me yours.”

Namjoon sighed, nuzzling the top of his hair as he slowly guided Jungkook’s hips down to grind against him. It was lazy and warm and just budding on the cusp of desperation, but still soft in the way they always were with each other. “And I love you, my dear sweet darling. My mate.”

Jungkook whined, humping faster until he flipped over that blissful horizon and then was being lifted out of the warm bath. He felt like he was in a hazy memory of their first night together as Namjoon practically carried him to the bed. But this time it wasn’t the scentless hotel bed, but a nest that smelled of them both. Their nest. Their nest. 

“How are you feeling?” Namjoon asked after a few minutes of kissing across his whole body as he used a towel to try to dry them both off in hopes of keeping the nest dry. Though it wouldn’t be dry for long if Jungkook truly knew himself…his body was like a faucet during his heat. 

“Need your knot,” Jungkook pouted, reaching out for his alpha to climb into the nest with him. His skin was hot. Everything was hot. Namjoon’s usually warm body was almost cool against his skin. 

“And you’ll have it, but let’s drink some water first. I also got this lotion Seokjin gave me to—.”

Jungkook growled, gripping tight onto Namjoon and practically flipping him onto his back with the force of pulling him onto the nest fully. Namjoon chuckled as Jungkook continued to let out a low irritated growl.

“Don’t say another omega’s name in my heat nest,” Jungkook said, baring his little omega fangs as he cuddled up against the alpha’s body, nuzzling into his neck to properly scent him.

He could tell Namjoon was trying hard not to outright laugh. He knew he was being silly. Possessive. But he couldn't help it. “Right, sorry, but I got this lotion I want to use to help you with the heat cramps. I know they can be bad.”

“Coming on your knot will help my cramps,” Jungkook muttered, rubbing his nose back and forth across his scent gland and entangling his legs between the alpha’s. God he really loved his thighs. They were so thick, his mouth watered even just thinking about them. His scent spiked with arousal that left them both shivering. 

Namjoon sighed, relenting and allowing him to hold onto him tightly for a few moments. 

“Yes, but I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Plus you like when I massage you, I’ll make it good I promise,” Namjoon said against his damp hair. 

Jungkook pursed his lips, his omega shrieking at him to just hold the alpha down and ride his cock to get his damned knot himself. But he knew Namjoon was only trying to help him as best he could. His alpha had serious instincts to care for him. He wanted to do everything for him and at times Jungkook found it difficult to allow him to take care of it all. But he knew with this instance his omega would have to allow this, to keep his mate happy and pleased. He always wanted to keep his mate happy and pleased.

Jungkook slumped back on the bed, arms raised above his head in defeat, fully naked, still damp body on full display. “Fine, alpha, take care of me please.”

Namjoon smirked, happy in his victory as he sat up and reached out towards the nightstand, which Jungkook could just make out if he lifted his head a little. His alpha had really gathered everything. There were two pitchers of fresh water, a bottle of familiar pills to help with heat headaches, a pile of his favorite snacks, and bottles of lotion formulated specifically for omega heats. Seokjin must have really helped the alpha out to find everything he could help Jungkook with. He supposed he could be grateful to the older, pretty omega just this once. 

Namjoon’s hands were warm and gentle as he massaged the scentless lotion over Jungkook’s skin. He started at his hips, pressing into them firmly and making Jungkook groan appreciatively. He hadn’t realized his body had actually been aching until now. He had been so focused on Namjoon making him come with his hands and mouth and thighs and chest that he had forgotten how sore his body could get at the beginning of his heat. When he still hadn’t fallen fully into his fever and only focus was getting a knot and pupped (even if that would be impossible right now with the medicines he took…but one day, maybe). For now Namjoon had anticipated his needs and he melted into it.

His purring grew steady and constant as Namjoon continued to massage the lotion over his lower belly and inner thighs. He could feel slick begin to make a wet spot on the sheets and blankets beneath him though the more Namjoon massaged around his cock and avoided his hole completely. It wasn’t until he prompted Jungkook to turn over though and began to massage his lower back that the omega felt the urge to present for him.

“Alpha,” Jungkook murmured, pout out in full force as he sat up a little to look back at the male who was so focused on his ass he swore his eyes had glossed over. Jungkook had to fight his smile as he had to say ‘alpha’ a second time before he got Namjoon’s full attention. “You’re so sweet to me alpha but I need to be fucked now.”

Namjoon swallowed heavily, his hands pausing on the meat of Jungkook’s ass before his fingers twitched and he pulled his cheeks apart. His hole was fully sopping now, his inner thighs drenched with his sweet addictive slick and the alpha practically licked his lips, cock twitching between his legs. Jungkook purred in anticipation.

“Right, yes, of course baby, how do you want — oh,” Namjoon said, his breath escaping his lungs as if he had been knocked in the chest as Jungkook crawled his knees up, hips pushing his ass out to perfectly present for the alpha. The scent shifted in the air between them, their instincts now taking the driver seat as a glob of slick squeezed out of the tighter pucker and slipped down between his ass before dripping onto the sheets. 

Jungkook shivered and mewed with the way Namjoon growled and gripped harshly onto his hips. “So pretty for me,” Namjoon said, voice a husk of desire. “Present so pretty for me. You want alpha to fuck you?”

Jungkook practically screamed out ‘yes!’ When he felt Namjoon rub the head of his thick cock against him, smearing his slick and precum making an even bigger mess. He arched his back even more, spreading his knees and gripping onto the sheets, swaying his hips a bit to entice his alpha further. 

“Alpha please, please fuck me you’ve been so sweet to me but I need you to fuck me. Mate me. Bite me. I need your knot alpha I need - ah! Fuck! ” 

Jungkook swore as Namjoon pressed his cock into him and thrusted himself fully inside in one go. Not even giving him a moment to prepare for the stretch and feel of him deep in his belly. He swore his eyes crossed as the alpha already tried to push his forming knot past his quivering rim. He was chanting ‘yes alpha, yes, yes, yes’ before he realized it was spilling from his wet lips like a prayer.

“Is this what you want?” Namjoon growled and Jungkook could tell he was smiling, big hands pulling his cheeks further apart to watch his cock slide in and out. Jungkook jerked when Namjoon tried to push a finger in along side it, to stretch him more. Prepare him for his knot. As if he hadn’t taken in dozens and dozens of times already in the last few months. It was feral, it was desperate, it was everything Jungkook had wanted. Now he just needed the alpha to fuck him and fuck him hard. 

“More,” Jungkook mewed, looking back at him with wet eyes as he pressed his ass back and began to fuck himself on the alpha’s big cock. “Give me more, need it alpha please yeobo, need it so bad it hurts.”

Namjoon’s nostrils flared and he gripped his hips again, thrusting quickly and harshly a few times before finding a steadier and harder rhythm. It left Jungkook seeing stars, mewing and clawing at the nest blankets as his alpha fucked him into the bed. He screamed into the pillows when Namjoon lifted one left to rest his foot flat on the nest, angling him slightly differently to hit that glorious sweet spot inside. His orgasm hit him fast, hole squirting out around his alpha’s cock as his omegan cock pathetically leaked where it hung between his legs. His back bowed as he was pushed into oversensitivity but Namjoon did not let up. 

They alpha did not stop fucking him until he was loose and messy and ready for a knot, his heat fully taking over his body and making him a whimpering chirping mess. Babbling his pleas to be knotted. To be bred. To be mated. Namjoon fucked his knot into him with a growl, pulling him up by his hair to rest his back agaisnt his chest. Jungkook cried out as his knot popped fully inside him, whining as he was forced into another orgasm, hands clawing at Namjoon’s arms as the alpha held him tight to his body. 

“Mine,” Namjoon growled into his ear, licking the sweat there and nipping down his neck. “All mine. My omega. My mate.”

Jungkook let out a shaky gasp, back arching and head tilting to the side to allow his alpha perfect access to his scent gland. Perfect access to sink his teeth into and mark him. 

But Namjoon only grazed his teeth over the spot, not yet biting down. 

“Alpha,” Jungkook half sobbed, half growled through the waves of his unending orgasm as Namjoon ground his knot into him, shallow thrusts that spread him more before pushing it fully back into him. “Alpha, bite me. Claim me. Bite me please. I want it, I want to be yours. Make me yours. I want it, I want it, I want it.”

Namjoon rumbled that low, satisfied purr that Jungkook loved so much. The same purr that left him feeling like a mush of love and endearment and devotion that seemed too good to be real. But it was real. What they had was so real and so right. They were made for each other. Namjoon was his. And he was Namjoon’s. Eternally. 

“And I am yours, I’ve always been yours,” Namjoon murmured against his skin, as if he could read his very thoughts. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he smiled fondly, tears streaking his face as he felt the press of Namjoon’s alpha fangs on his neck. This was right. This was where he was meant to be. This was what he had been waiting for all this time without even knowing it. 

The stars had destined them. They were soulmates. Jungkook was sure of it.

The pain of the mate bite only lasted a moment, pure bliss and pleasure washing over him and drowning out at all else. Jungkook cried out, nails digging into Namjoon’s arms as the alpha held him by his neck with his teeth, coming deep inside him. It was a rush of heat and pleasure, his body pulsing with it, the core of the ache coming from where Namjoon’s teeth were buried in his skin. 

Jungkook scented the blood first, but within a second it was wiped away by his alpha’s careful tongue. His saliva cleaning the fresh wound. Namjoon licked and licked and licked at him until the bite was altogether numb and he was being laid down onto the rumpled nest. 

“My mate,” Namjoon said against his neck as he kissed the bite over and over again. “My mate. How do you feel? Are you in pain? Let alpha help you, my love.”

Jungkook shook his head, eyes drooping heavily as he snuggled back into his alpha’s warm embrace, one hand coming up to gently touch across the now sensitive teeth marks on his neck. They would never fade. Perfect scars that marked him as Namjoon’s. A claiming he never thought he’d want, but one he would never be able to live without since meeting Namjoon. Since meeting his mate.

He didn’t mean to start crying. The tears were hot and heavy and endless on his cheeks as his body shook with his sobs. Namjoon’s scent was doused with worry as he tried to turn the omega towards him, voice low and whiny asking what was wrong. But Jungkook only shook his head, hands reaching to cup the alpha’s face and try to focus on him through his tears.

“I’m happy,” Jungkook sobbed. “I’m so happy. I didn’t know it could feel like this. I’m so happy, yeobo. My mate. I’m so happy.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, scent spiking with his own happiness, pressing his forehead against his before licking away his tears.

“I have never felt such happiness in all my life,” Namjoon murmured against his cheek. “But let's complete our bond.”

Jungkook gasped, wet eyes widening, head tilting back to look at his precious alpha. He could feel the knot inside him pulse, the heat of their coupling deep in his belly. He wrapped one leg around Namjoon’s hip, pulling him closer and pushing his still swollen knot even deeper, making them both hiss. 

“You really want—?”

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life, Jungkook,” Namjoon said, wrapping his big arms around him and tilting his head to bare his neck. A sign of trust. A sign of equal respect. His alpha wanted his claiming mark. His alpha wanted his omega mate to bite him. Mark him. Claim him.

Jungkook let his instincts drive him, pressing one hand on the back of Namjoon’s neck to keep him steady as he opened his mouth and bit down over his scent gland. The alpha growled low, but it was not menacing, but accepting. A warm, vibrating sound that filled the air between them as Jungkook bit down as hard as he could until he tasted the sweet iron of his mate’s blood. Until he felt that final piece settle smoothly in his heart. In their bond. 

“That’s my baby,” Namjoon said as Jungkook continued to hold him with his teeth, wrapping tighter around him as the alpha thumbed over his own bite on Jungkook’s neck. “That’s my mate. I’m all yours. No one will ever take me from you. Never.”

Never. And Jungkook knew that to be true. Their bond was everlasting, equal and powerful. Entwining them in only the way their natural instincts could do. No matter the time nor distance between them, Jungkook and Namjoon would be tied together for all their days. Whether at charity auctions or backstage at smoky venues, everyone would know they were claimed. 

A bond as ancient as time itself, but still as new as the coming spring. 

+++

Namjoon sighed as he looked out the windows of his office down at the cloudy city below. Just barely visible against the gloomy rainy day. It seemed each day since his mate had left on tour was dreary, dull, lonesome weather. 

Even if the sun had come out, Namjoon hadn’t noticed. The gray cloth of his mood shadowing everything. Watching the clock and counting down the days. Hours. Minutes. Until he could be with his precious omega again. 

Oh to love something so much as to feel it’s absence, or however the saying went. Fuck that saying. He just wanted to be where his mate was. Why did the world have to be such a damned big place? 

The door to his office opened then, but Namjoon didn't even spin his chair to acknowledge the familiar scent now in the room. He just couldn't find the energy. 

“Good morning to you too, you brooding pup,” Seokjin said, voice only slightly scolding. Namjoon knew he was rolling his eyes by just the tone in his voice as he strode across the room towards him. “Have you eaten today?”

Namjoon waved his hand absently. 

Seokjin sighed, the sound of a tray sliding across the coffee table and the smell of fresh pork belly, pastries and coffee hit his nose at the same time. Namjoon’s stomach rumbled. He spun his chair away from the windows in peeked interest. 

“Yah, that’s what I thought. Eat up before I tell your mate you're moping, do you really want to meet his wrath again?” Seokjin asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

Namjoon winced, immediately standing and sitting at the plush chair beside the coffee table, lifting a buttery pastry and biting into it with enough drama to appease his keeper. At least that’s what Jungkook had begun calling the older omega. Namjoon had gone into a bit of a depressive state the first full week Jungkook was away on tour. Didn’t leave their nest for three days. Very unlike the powerful, put together CEO. Seokjin had come over and practically dragged him out and into the daylight at Jungkook’s insistent request. 

“If I can perform show after show, night after night, when I’m aching for you, you can go to a few meetings.” 

God, he really loved his mate. 

“Ah, you and your mate have made top news,” Seokjin suddenly said after watching Namjoon eat nearly his entire meal. The alpha turned towards the TV in his office, a piece of pork belly still hanging out of his mouth as his eyes narrowed on the wide screen. 

Making headlines this morning is the lead singer of the rock band Run who went shirtless during their entire show at last night’s second sold out performance abroad. The fresh mate mark on his neck sent fans wild, social media sparking like wildfire over the first look at the bite. 

Namjoon stopped chewing as he watched the video of Jungkook, one leather boot up on the loudspeaker, singing his heart out into his mic, long hair pulled back to show off his neck…to show off the dark healed mark left by his mate. His fangs and own mate bite ached as he watched Jungkook trail his fingers over it as he belted out a heavy love song. 

The cheeky omega made an even bigger fuss when he posted a picture of him and his alpha mate on Instagram after the concert. The picture shows the rockstar licking the mate bite he had left on his alpha mate, tech CEO Kim Namjoon. Overall the newly mated couple have been met with resounding support from both fans and business partners of the rockstar and tech giant. Though some would —.”

The TV channel was suddenly switched, the sounds of a cooking show filling the room.

“Ah, I like this dish, very interesting how they’re cutting those onions though,” Seokjin said, voice fading as he sat in the chair opposite of Namjoon, waving his hand at him to finish his food without his eyes ever leaving the screen. 

His keeper alright. Namjoon couldn't help his fond smile. 

The alpha reached for his phone on his desk, bringing up his pinned chat labeled ‘Love of my life, my cutest most perfect mate’ (he did not put that name in but he would pretend for Jungkook that he did) and typed out a message. 

Big Alpha: We’ve made headlines 

His phone buzzed only a few seconds later. His smile and mood immediately brightened and his scent turned sickly sweet enough for Seokjin to fake gag. 

Reckless Pup: Taehyungie sent it just five minutes ago. Said he’s going to go set the news station on fire. Wouldn’t let me know why ???

Big Alpha: Beats me. I love your picture. Send it to me so I can have it as my background. 

Reckless Pup: *image sent* 

Reckless Pup: you don’t want to use the one I’m only wearing my necklace,,,,,,

Big Alpha: I’m printing that one particularly to hang above our nest.

Reckless Pup: >:) we need a matching set

Big Alpha: Anything you want my love.

Reckless Pup: ,,,,,anything ??

Big Alpha: I’ll give you the very moon if you ask for it. 

Reckless Pup: I only want one thing,,,,

Reckless Pup: you

Reckless Pup: run to me alpha - xxo 

Namjoon smiled, rubbing a thumb along his sensitive mate bite for what was probably the thousandth time, and he knew deep in the bond Jungkook was doing the same. He pressed his thumb into it one final time before promptly booking the very next flight out to his little rockstar mate.