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The shiny, golden crown on his head holds too much weight, the responsibilities of it hanging off his shoulder and the crown coming with the golden gems are too much for just a young, twenty three years old alpha to handle. He is seen as young and inexperienced, someone who can easily be fooled and take control of. That’s why the young alpha king has to be always cautious, an observer who will not be scared of punishing people. Someone who is close to his own council so that they can be his ears, eyes and mouth. Know what’s missing, what’s needed and what needs to be done in order to be a good king.

It’s true, the crown on the head of The Ruler of the East, Alpha King Jeon Jeongguk has too much weight. 

That’s why Jeongguk should always listen.

However, someone is speaking, telling him that what needs to be done for the target in the west, and yet, all Jeon Jeongguk can think of is almond eyes and a soft, round face with the plumpest lips ever. 

The secret rose scent, Jeongguk should’ve not caught a note of it but he did. And since then, from five months ago, all he can think is how it would taste on his palate. The white rose that needs to be sucked off as a petal, the essence of heaven.

In the council, everyone wears scent-blockers so that emotions can’t be read and only logic enters within these chambers. But along with the logic, one of the biggest reasons is that the king is too sensitive to the smell. Even a note of an unpleasant smell can turn his day into a sour one. That’s why scent blocker herbals are available almost in every part of their kingdom. To hide an emotion, hide the smell.

Jeongguk didn’t know what his omega counselor Seokjin smelled like for the twenty three years of his life. 

Until he discovered it by mistake.

It was late at night, the omega counselor was ready to enter the bed only to be interrupted by the king himself. When he opened the door to the king in his white attire, black hair fluffy and messy, almond eyes shining under the dim candle-light, he was natural. 

“Did something happen, my Lord?” The omega counselor bowed immediately, not realizing that Jeongguk was struck by the rose gardens emitting from the room. 

Counselor Seokjin had a small room in their palace, but the smell of the roses was equivalent to a garden.

Jeongguk was there to tell the omega that he decided what must’ve been done with the neighbor kingdom’s offer of trade lands, but was too caught up with the lingering, delicious sweet scent. “Is this–” he came close to take a sniff, completely surprising the omega counselor. “Rose scent?”

Everyone knew the new king was sensitive to the scent.

“I –I forgot to take my herbs, sorry, my Lord.” Seokjin immediately ran his hand through his neck, trying to rub the scent off but it was making it worse than helping it. The more he rubbed, the more scent lingered in the open air, filling the alpha king’s nose.

The omega’s almond eyes were holding anxiousness for the first time. 

Since Jeongguk knew the counselor, Seokjin was the most prudent and calm omega. He wouldn’t talk much but when he did, Jeongguk would listen. Counselor Seokjin was only seven years older than him. Considering his subgender, he wouldn’t even be allowed to be at the council to make decisions about the kingdom but he was… an omega that was much different than the other omegas.

Seokjin’s father had been the best friend and counselor of Jeongguk’s father, the late king. The wise man was a right arm to the king and created great victories for their kingdom. Jeongguk remembers Seokjin’s father as handsome and sharp but so kind and loving, too.

However, when the man had lost his wife, Seokjin’s mother, all the sharpness left his face –all the great victories turned into bitter memories about the loss of a loved one. Jeongguk heard from the maids that their love was like a fairytale. And losing an omega mate could harm the alpha more than the subtle line between sane and insane.

During those dark times for the alpha, Seokjin was his father’s strength. The omega, who had been only fifteen at that time, was the one collecting the broken pieces of his father –that’s how it had been. Silently, the omega would sweep the floors and hold the broken pieces of his father and put them right back to their place.

Since he was a child, Seokjin had been known as “kind, generous, sweetheart, such an omega” among the people at the palace, there were so many words to be added to it. Wise, dependable, faithful. 

He would sit on his father’s lap at the councils to listen to the words of the man, he would look at the strategy plans and observe everything silently. He was good at medicine along with war strategies too, he would know which poison has an antidote and for which sickness there was a cure and not. He would know how to hold a sword which was seen as unnecessary for omegas. He would know how to fight, how to speak his mind and how to be respectful while doing so.

And since Jeongguk was a child, he knew there was going to be a place for him next to his throne. 

The late king had always fancied Seokjin, calling him “you have treats that are too good for omegas, Seokjin” and patting him on the back. Seokjin’s face would fall into a thoughtful expression. Nevertheless, not going against the king he would take the compliment. That’s why when the omega’s father had died after the loss of his wife, the king took him into his council and wanted him there to share his ideas instead of his late father.

Usually, Seokjin was staying silent during the meetings, observing the powerful, noble alphas and their words, strategies being thrown at the table, what to do and what not to do. Only after they were alone in the big chamber with the king and Jeongguk sitting next to his father, Seokjin would share his thoughts. 

Giving his insight, the king wouldn’t say anything next to the twenty year old omega, but after Seokjin left with a courtesy, he would rub his beard and think about the omega’s words truly.

Jeongguk grew up watching the omega from afar, and when his own father died, he knew Seokjin needed a place next to him. 

And that’s why he did. He gave Seokjin a place next to him as his right arm man, as his counselor.

But this fact didn’t change that he wanted to give Seokjin a new place next to his throne. 

A crown, just like how those princesses or queens wear –Jeongguk wanted to give the omega counselor a crown that held too many responsibilities. To love an alpha like him would be surely hard, and Jeongguk only had his power and strength and his faith lying on the table for Seokjin, as he wanted to take the omega’s heart, soul and body. 

Change needed time. And time was a thing that no man could ever control. This is the plain reason why Kim Seokjin, the omega counselor, is supportive of the Alpha King Jeon Jeongguk with all of his blood, tears and sweat. Seokjin is more than happy to be his right hand. To be there with the king when there are actions to be taken. 

However, in the end, the King listens to him, sometimes, but doesn’t take action in front of him. Seokjin has a say in things but he is not the final decision-maker. He is also a slave for the king –he would die, kill and live for him. After all, it’s always Long Live The King.

What’s differentiating Jeongguk from his ancestors is that he is focused on his status as a king rather than chasing the high life of being the king. Seokjin respects him much more because of it.

The king could take all the omegas in their kingdom as his consort, but he follows his heart and instincts.

Instead of spending his time within his private chambers, surrounded by the beautiful omegas that are all open for him, he focuses on the field –he does his best for the kingdom, despite being young and inexperienced.

Jeongguk is the type of the king that goes to the omega concubines only when he really has to. He doesn’t fool around like his grandfather, the late king, did. He doesn’t lose his mind over those omegas to have a taste. He fucks them well and hard when he is in his rut, or when the noble high-concubines are in their heats so that they could grant the kingdom a heir. It’s a bonus for him to be handsome, too. With his black hair, sharp hooded eyes and handsome face and muscular body with his deep voice, their King could be described as the God. There isn’t one omega who wouldn’t throw themselves under the King. 

Despite the popularity between the omega consorts, there isn’t any omega that caught the king’s seed yet. Nor the heart of the Ruler of the East.

The King needs to pup a noble omega concubine and make them his consort even if he isn't in love and Seokjin hates reminding Jeongguk this, because Jeongguk looks at him under his dark, hooded eyes with such an expression that Seokjin is sure that if the alpha had cared for him less than he does, Seokjin would be dead already. But no, he just listens to his counselor in silence.

“Your Highness…” Seokjin starts, clearing his throat. Jeongguk is mostly cherishable after his morning duties are done. “Maybe you would like to have dinner with Concubine Chaerin tonight? You were fancying them last night during the feast, remember? She was the one with the blonde curly hairs, with blue eyes. Chaerin is going to have her heat soon, and she could be ready to have your heirs, your Highness.” He looks at Jeongguk under his almond eyes. 

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Are you done?” 

Seokjin takes a deep breath and bows. “Yes, your Highness.”

“Alright.”

“Do you want me to let her know she is invited to the dinner tonight with you-”

“Did I say I accept, Seokjin?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “No, your Highness.”

“Alright.”

Seokjin takes another deep breath. It’s a lost battle. The king won’t be with her tonight. “Would you like your meal alone tonight, Your Highness?” he asks, changing the subject a little.

“Accompany me.” Jeongguk says. He is seated on his throne, head thrown back to face the high ceiling. His bored eyes don’t hold much but there is a sincerity behind them. He lowers his head to gaze at Seokjin’s bowed head, observing him. The omegas have to wear light colored frilly dresses. Mostly, the concubines. Seokjin is not a concubine, and thus why his dress, the attire, is less fancier than the consorts but still, it has frills on his whistles. The blousy, white and golden attire is outlining his omega-figures. Broad shoulders for an omega, but tiniest waist with wide hips. Seokjin is almost pushing thirties but he had never spent his heat with anyone or had a lover. His whole life is dedicated to the King. And Jeongguk knows this. He has all the knowledge about Seokjin. The omega is his slave, just like everyone else, but the idea of it excites Jeongguk more than any other concubine. To know that Seokjin serves him. That he belongs to him. “Just two of us,” he continues.

Seokjin whispers. “Yes, your Highness. I’ll let the kitchen staff know.”

Seokjin shouldn’t be surprised by the words of the king. Afterall, it’s almost a routine for them now. Jeongguk spends most of his meals with Seokjin in his chambers and they talk about daily stuff while they share food. Jeongguk eats a lot, he always fancies red meat the most but there are so many seafoods on their table. It’s lucky for Seokjin because he fancies seafood the most.

Sometimes the concubines are there to accompany the king and it’s always two or three of them, but Seokjin still finds a place for himself on the floor, on the right side of the king. He had offered to leave them alone but Jeongguk never dismissed him and who is Seokjin to disobey the king?

When concubines do their best to charm the king, Seokjin has to awkwardly sit on the floor and focus on his meal like the high-pitched, lovely voices of the omegas don’t pierce his ears. The concubines are cute. They are hot. Some of them are the most beautiful ones in their kingdom. Seokjin knows how much staff is dedicated to the omega concubines, how much time they spend to make the lovely omegas pleasurable for the king. 

So when Jeongguk sometimes grabs a concubine and kisses them in front of him, Seokjin has to bow his head and dismiss the other omegas along with himself. They leave the lucky omega with the solidity of the king, everyone leaving the room with a saddened face and Seokjin shushing them as Jeongguk makes out with the lucky one.

It’s Seokjin leaving the chambers last. He orders the guardians to close the door –and as he lifts his head for the last time to check if the King is truly interested with the lucky omega for the night, Jeongguk is always watching him. 

His hooded, bored eyes are focused on Seokjin and Seokjin immediately bows back, leaving the couple. 

The next morning, when he is ready for his duty next to the King, he waits for Jeongguk to speak.

Seokjin cares about Jeongguk, so he waits to hear the magical words. “Seokjin, I liked this concubine. I’m gonna make her my consort.”

But the words never come. Seokjin asks if Jeongguk cherished the concubine, and Jeongguk says, “The omega was nice. It was a nice night,” but never opens much. Despite all the omegas lying on his feet, ready to be a consort, to carry his pup, the Ruler of the East doesn't take a second look of the beautiful omegas.

It all crashes, everything turns into a bitter taste in Seokjin’s mouth when he learns the reason.

Seokjin doesn’t learn, until he is whimpering on Jeongguk’s thick cock, that all the nights, the King imagined him under. 

He doesn’t learn, until Jeongguk takes him for the first time, Seokjin crying and saying it’s wrong and indecent , but all Jeongguk whispers to his ears that, “You are mine, you belong to me, your soul, mind, body, heart… It all belongs to me, Kim Seokjin, you belong to me.” and Seokjin has no choice but to accept.

He doesn’t learn, until he is loaded with a pup.

It feels like a fever dream. It feels like all happening is just a dream he wants to wake, but everything is too real to deny.

Jeongguk takes him –and Seokjin lets him, because who is he to deny Your Highness?

He dedicated his life to their Alpha king. 

It wouldn’t hurt to dedicate his body and heart to him, right?

It wouldn’t–

Yes, it wouldn’t. Afterall, it’s always long live the king.

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Long live the king.

Counselor Kim Seokjin, one of the highest ranked slaves of the Jeon Kingdom, had been taught this all of his live. 

From the day he was born,it was the norm scalped to his head. 

That’s what he knew, what he learnt, what he cared about.

In almost thirty years of his life, the only thing he venerated was to be a good servant to the king and to the royal family. 

Even though he wasn’t someone who fancied violence, he would die and kill for them in a beat without even blinking. If he had to. He would. 

He sacrificed his entire life for them. In every choice he made, in every path he followed, all of it was because of the need to the Kingdom and to the royal family. Seokjin was the second priority in his own life; it was the King and the Kingdom that came first. 

He didn’t get married or bed with anyone even though someone with his position in the royal chambers would already have been sent as a prize to neighboring kingdoms to develop better relationships.

Afterall, no matter high-ranked or low, Seokjin was still an omega.

An omega like him, close to the royal family, cherished by the late king, smart, beautiful, royal and helpful –he should’ve already been supposed to be a cherished, vulnerable gift to another low-ranked alpha prince -or maybe a duke- for the greater good of the kingdom. 

Despite some whispers coming from the elderly in the council, the late King Jeon had managed to silence them when he put 23-years-old omega Counselor Seokjin next to his baroque chair in the bloomy, candle-lit council chamber and said Seokjin was going to be among them from now on, as the representative of the peace in front of those all alphas. 

And since then, his fate has been decided. Seokjin was a Counselor; not someone who is meant to be an omega for an alpha.  

He tried his best to ignore the little girls playing with their omega parents as he passed by the corridors of the palace in his creamy grey, lacy attire that was long enough to sweep the floor of the beautiful palace. When the little girls approached him with shy laughs and giggles, managing to utter that he looked beautiful, Seokjin would feel a heavy lump in his throat. Nonetheless, there was always gold in the pouch hanging from his attire to spare for the children. He would caress their silky, beautiful hair with a smile but wouldn’t dare to look at them twice in order to not wake an omega side inside his already crushed soul.

Seokjin didn’t want to be an omega, afterall. 

His whole life was dedicated to the Kingdom and it was not going to change. 

He accepted that he’ll never be an appa, he’ll never be someone’s omega, he’ll never get lost in the arms of a strong alpha.

Because he sacrificed himself for the greater good. 

Years ago, it was His Highness’s father, the Late King, that he cared for.

And now, it was Him.

Him. 

Jeon Jeongguk. The Ruler of the East. Ruthless enough to bend down even the most powerful kings with a slight gaze between his dark eyes, handsome like a moon hitting the sea on a stormy night, and young enough to be questioned about the power he holds between his ink-stained fingers but never had been dared to be questioned.

Sharp, fierce, wanton emperor who would stop in his way to watch kittens play in the garden that stirred with the roses and jasmines, with a bunny smile on his thin lips; kind, soft, lovely. Cold, sharp and dangerous enough to take out his sword to kill a betrayer with his own hands only minutes after, painting the white jasmines into red. 

Seokjin is mostly used to His Highness’ agility. 

He knows most things about Jeongguk. He knows what he likes, what he dislikes, what he prefers.

But some days, the King is still a surprise to him.

Seokjin doesn’t know what to do. 

Especially in the time when the young King goes into a rut wave in front of his eyes.

The king was already feeling distraught through the whole day on a breezy autumn morning. Just hours ago he dismissed the brought food saying that it didn’t smell tasty. Seokjin ordered the maids to prepare the dishes from the start –told them to be careful, what spices to use and what to ignore, how he would like his carrots to be cooked and the steamy rice with a little ounce of vinegar.

And not just the food. Alpha King was supposed to go for a hunt with the son of a powerful Duke from a close kingdom; which had been promised weeks ago in an attempt to discuss an important alliance. When Jeongguk rejected it just some hours ago, it was Seokjin’s duty to let the delegate bring the message to the Duke’s son with good intentions, saying the King had fallen a little ill and didn’t want to infect the Duke’s son.

When Seokjin couldn’t handle His Highness’s moodiness, he wanted to leave him alone (maybe some alone time would make him better) but the minute he spoke, Jeongguk’s already hazy eyes sharpened like it was the silliest (and maybe discomfort) idea he heard after a long time. His Highness dismissed the idea with a groan on his pale face.

It was two hours ago.

This means…

It has been two hours since Seokjin is reading a book in silence, sitting crossed-legged on the soft cushion on the floor with his white-golden attire, and turning the pages with his index finger as his caramel-like beautiful hair falls to his shadowed face.

It has been two hours since Jeongguk is sitting on his throne, leaned back with legs relaxed, and observing the silent omega with his piercing, hazy eyes.

Seokjin leaves the book on the counter, and turns his soft eyes to the King. “Your highness,” he says, soft like silk. “Excuse me for my rudeness, but I feel like something is deeply fallacious and I want to learn why you are feeling downcast.”

Jeongguk tears his gaze, tilting his head back. “I am fine.” 

“But you had been sitting in silence for hours, not doing anything, Your Highness.” Seokjin smiles warily.

“I said I am okay. And I was doing something.” He says. Drops his gaze to the omega counselor. “Watching you.”

Seokjin’s quarks an eyebrow. “Watching me is not a mission,” his plushy lips thin out. “Did I make a mistake, Your Highness? Please, educate me.” 

And punish me.

“You didn’t.” Jeongguk takes a deep breath. “Unless you did.”

“Not that I am aware of,” Seokjin continues. He can never do something to go against the King’s back.  “I feel like you are upset, My Lord. And I’m afraid it is linked to me.”

“It is.” 

“Your highness…” 

There is an aching behind the omega’s almond eyes –scared. Afraid. “What did I do to make you upset, my Lord? Please, let me fix it.”

“It’s not something you did.” Jeongguk closes his eyes and lets his head rest against the throne. A silence -he pokes his cheek with his tongue, then there are words, waiting to be poured, but alpha looks like he is collecting himself. “It is something you cause. And it’s awful both ways.”

“Like… what? I don’t understand, my Lord.”

There is a pain behind alpha’s gaze. “I am having my rut,” he clears, sharp eyes on the shocked omega. 

It’s not like this is something to be ashamed of -the King’s rut involves everyone in the palace, and especially Seokjin, as his most-cherished counselor, but the symptoms never occurred. The king looks… alright. Composed. 

A little sweaty maybe, but Seokjin thought it was because the windows were closed. The scent of the Alpha is slightly bitter and over the chamber. But it’s his chamber. The place he spent his days. These four walls always smell like the alpha –a vanilia with a little hint of a spice, sweet yet sharp, and sometimes burning.

And he could never know the words that would pour from the King’s gritted mouth.

“And the pain doubles when you are here.”

Seokjin silently gets up, linking his hands on his front, a deliberately concerned look on his pale face. “My Lord, let me call you a consort.”

Jeongguk is silent.

“Guards!”

“Don’t.” The tone is wrapped in balm; sharp and intense, but also in hurt. “Don’t. Not needed.” 

“Your Highness, your ruts are always intense.” Seokjin knows. Of course he knows. “Let me call the physician, at least.”

“I do not need them,” Jeongguk emphasises.

“You do!” Seokjin hates going against His Highness, but sometimes Jeongguk can be really dense in his health. Especially in rut. Seokjin bites back his tongue, and breathes, and continues. “My Lord, please,your health is the most important thing for our kingdom. You need a consort. And you need them now.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk utters between his gritted teeth. “I need you to listen to me, Seokjin.”

Seokjin’s heart throbs. 

It’s so intense. In the room. Alpha pheromones are reeking the big chamber into a burnt spice and vanilla. The moment Seokjin got up and tried to walk towards him, everything crushed.  

Seokjin tries to think about the latest consorts that the King wanted, but it’s all blurry. Their faces, their names, their beautiful voices… 

What Jeongguk wants in an omega is always blurry to Seokjin. He knows Jeongguk’s every favored thing, he knows how the scar on his face happened when he was only sixteen years old. He knows when he is thoughtful, when sad, when happy, when he has foxes wandering in his mind.

But he doesn’t know what type of consorts he likes. 

He doesn’t know who he prefers –blondes, brunettes, thin omegas, round face, straight hair– He doesn’t know.

He doesn’t get why the Alpha reaches out to grab his wrist either. Touch burns him. It’s intense. 

Burning. Seokjin feels like suffocating from the pheromones lingering in the air.

“Let me…” he goes against the order, breathing hard and deep as he talks and does not listen. “Let me bring a consort at least,” he continues, “Who do you want, Your Highness?”

Jeongguk breathes, too bloated. “None of them.” 

His eyes are not clear, they are getting dizzier and dizzier by seconds.

If Seokjin just could save his frail wrist from his rough, inked hands. If only. But the King doesn’t have a name in his mind, and Seokjin needs to hear a name immediately. The thick, long fingers grabbing his wrist tightens every second. 

“Your Highness, you need to have one, they are at your service. Please, Your Highness. You need at least one of them!”

“Seokjin,” he whispers. His hands on Seokjin’s wrist tightens. In an instant, Seokjin is pulled over –the clothes he is wearing are not even a barrier for the King as he grabs omega’s petite waist. “Seokjin. I don’t need them. Don’t you get who I need?” 

Seokjin doesn’t.

“Who?”

“You.”

It all hits and breaks. 

Like a wave hitting the shore and breaking –breaking, burning, destroying.

“Your highness,” he whimpers, lips trembling like the soul shaken inside. He can’t comprehend. Mind blank, but the mouth must say something. 

“Please just, just please think clearly. I will call Chaerin. She’ll take care of you. She loves you so much. She is truly genuine in her love. Please-”

“Seokjin.” Alpha’s tongue is heavy on his mouth, it’s like a whining to a cared one. “Accompany me in my rut.”

No. 

Not these words. No. 

Seokjin is scared. 

He doesn’t know what to do. 

“Your Highness, that’s ridiculous.” There are tears in his eyes that are waiting to be poured. When he woke up this morning, with the sun hitting in his small chamber that is more than enough for him -already luxury because Jeongguk always cherishes him more than the other counselors and even from the consorts- he didn’t know he would even dare to touch the King with his bare hands. 

“You can’t. We can’t. I can’t.” 

Jeongguk declares. “I want you.”

“You don’t,” Seokjin sobs. 

“I do.” Jeongguk lowers his tone. “I do, I do need you. Don’t you get it? It is you. It was always you.”

With a last attempt, Seokjin manages to free his wrist from the alpha’s burning touch. 

He looks at the King petrified. 

What is this? A confession? A mockery? Are guards going to come from the hiding places to chop his head off because even the idea of touching the King is unmanageable?

But Jeongguk is sincere with his words.  

Because Seokjin knows when the King lies, when the King mocks, when the King wants. 

He closes two hands to his face, tears streaming down his pale face, unstoppable. At this point he doesn’t know another way out. 

In his almost thirty years old life, he had never cried in front of anyone, let alone the King. But now, all he wants to do is cry until there are no more tears left. 

“My King,” Seokjin wails. It is a sin. What Jeongguk wants from him. It is against the rules –(who is putting the rules anyways?)

“ My Lord.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m yours.”

Seokjin tries to collect every broken thought into a shape, but he can’t -there are too many scattered ideas and the future is unclear. He manages to choke some words in a last attempt, “Let me bring you a consort. Let me. Please.”

“I said no.” Jeongguk is sharp. 

Maybe in order to let go of the heavy leap on his throat, Seokjin gulps. Breaths shattered, his trembling lips closed for the last time.

“It is either going to be you or I will spend my rut alone.” He declares with blazing eyes. “Are you going to get into that chamber with me? Yes or no. Just an answer, one word, Counselor Seokjin. Yes or no.”

Seokjin closes his eyes, wet eyelashes sticking to his beautiful face. Dried lips -it had always been- trembles.

A stunning silence fills the chamber.

Then, the omega whispers. “I will get ready for you, Your Highness.”

Because no matter what happens, it is always Long Live the King. 

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Jung Hoseok is putting the sweet aroma of rose essence to the beautiful, swan neck that is standing strong and long –the sweet, supple skin between his hands is burning like a candle light. 

The tears had dried, but the after effects are inside the vanished irises. The counselor’s eyes are red and puffy from the cries, but it has been only half a quarter since he came to Hoseok’s chambers with his bare feet.

Jung Hoseok, the omega who had been serving the kingdom for twenty eight years, is responsible for the omegas that are waiting to be bedded with the King. He is the one who makes sure they are ready; beautiful, dolled-up, clean and sweet for the king. He chooses the concubines with his own hands. He is a human-reader. He reads the shining eyes of the consorts and decides the lucky one with his own sharp and detecting ones.

And he has a decent amount of servants to make the magic happen on the consorts.

But tonight, there is no one inside the chambers except Seokjin and him.

The minute Hoseok’s door had been knocked and it was Counselor Seokjin with a broken, low voice, Hoseok immediately put his robes on and welcomed the right hand of the King with questioning eyes.

When he saw the state the omega counselor was in, there was no surprise in his words.

 “He finally asked you, huh?”

“What do you mean, Hoseok?” Seokjin’s voice was raspy.

“Hyung, everyone knew it,” Counselor Hoseok had whispered. “Everyone with an eye saw it. The King has a soft spot for you –and it was beyond the relationship of a helper and a king. It was clear from his intentions that he wanted you more than a Counselor.”

“How?” The idea was impossible for Seokjin. How did anyone see it but him?

“Only you didn’t see it because you didn’t value yourself much. But the King cherishes you the most in this kingdom, my dear hyung. Don’t you see? He loves you.”

Unreasonable.

Seokjin hasn’t said anything back, just hurrying the counselor to make him ready under his bloated breath. “This will not be heard,” he says, as he watches the way the younger omega goes to the cabinet to choose the best attire for the omega to wear. “It’s just you and me knowing this right now, Hoseok. I don’t want it to be known.”

“Your words are order to me, dear counselor,” Hoseok says with empathy. “It’s just us. I will make sure you are ready and then, I will erase this night from my mind.”

Seokjin nods. He is silent during the whole process –when Hoseok makes him take off his clothes and oils his body with a beautiful fragrance from bottom to top. Rubbing his ankle with oils; caressing his milky long legs with balms, putting fragrance to his smell buds. When Hoseok puts dangling earrings to his ears, when he puts the beautiful golden dress on his body, when he puts blush on the crying omega’s cheeks and kohl in his eyes, when he paints the plushest lips with a red herbal, there is no talking. An agreed silence. 

“Seokjin hyung,” Hoseok says, looking at the unattended omega. Seokjin is too shy because no one has seen the most private parts of his skin. Until now. But Hoseok is kind, and merciful enough to act nonchalant towards the sacred-deer. 

“Do you know… Do you know how to?”

Seokjin closes his eyes and lowers his head, two teardrops falling from his beautiful kohled eyes to his applecheeks. It’s clear what the omega is implying. 

And Seokjin doesn’t know how to.

“No.”

“Will you-” Hoseok continues with a soft voice. “Will you be okay with me advising you?”

Seokjin nods silently. 

Hoseok takes a deep breath. “You need to, well, you need to be ready and open for it to not hurt. As I heard from the concubines, Your Highness is gifted in that area. They said he is gentle and kind; and he doesn’t force anyone.”

Hoseok isn’t sure if it was the tears or anything else, but the omega counselor’s cheeks are getting redder with every word.

“Don’t– don’t be tense, alright, hyung? It will hurt if you keep squeezing yourself. Be relaxed, let your omega body control you. Don’t fight with your urges. Be soft. Moan sultry, but not too much. Impress him but don’t take the lead –Your Highness hates when the omegas try to control him. Touch him. Use your words; let him know how he makes you feel.”

Fuck, Hoseok curses.

It is easy to say these words to the female omegas as they nod to everything he says with clear joy and curiosity in their eyes. It is easy to demonstrate the moves with them, and to show them how to please the king with their mouths, hands and with their pussies.

But when it is Seokjin, a person he admired for years, it is a little hard. 

Seokjin’s pearly, teary eyes watches the way his hands move as he shows the gestures (like taking a cock to his mouth);  a clear shame but also a curiosity hidden behind them. It’s adorable the way he looks like he is taking algebra lessons from a tutor; trying to learn the best way he can. 

But Hoseok knows; no matter what he says here, Seokjin will still be a lost lamb inside the King’s chambers.

After Hoseok shows everything he can do in limited minutes, Seokjin nods eventually.

“Alright. I will do what you say, Hoseok, thank you.”

“Hyung.” 

Hoseok gulps, then he slowly caresses the beautiful hands. Seokjin looks so beautiful right now. He had always been; but with the way his golden attire reaching down his feet, a light but effective make-up glowing on his skin, with the way his doe-eyes glitter and the pearly earrings dangle on his ears as he moves, he is ethereal.

“You’ll be alright. Your Highness values you so much, he would never do anything to hurt you. He just… Dare I say… He desires you. So please, please just-”

Seokjin nods. “I know, Hoseok. I will also take care of him.”

Hoseok smiles warily, pushing the black hair strands from his face to his ears. Seokjin truly looks like an angel fallen from heaven.

“May the Moon Goddess be with you.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Seokjin never thought about bedding with anyone, since his whole life was dedicated to the King and his lineage. 

But there he is now, standing in front of the King’s chambers, a heavy wooden door being the only thing separating them from sinful nights..

A guard knocks the door and with the command they hear, they open it with a loud, “The King’s counselor is here, Your Highness,” shout.

“Everyone. Leave us alone.” 

Jeongguk’s tone is exciting. Too much. 

Seokjin waits as servants hurriedly leave the big chambers. A dinner table is set on the floor; freshly cut fruits, some appetizers, and wine glasses glistening inside the golden cups. 

It’s not Seokjin’s first time being here. He had spent his days and nights standing in this chamber; sometimes reading books to accompany the King who was just resting on his bed to have a clear mind. Sometimes the King would eat late snacks when he was nervous and he needed someone to accompany him. 

Omega Counselor would be with him when the King would get sick and had feverish dreams; he would sit next to his bed on a chair and talk to him in a soft, lullaby-like voice, showing he is here.

There is almost seven years of age difference between them. 

Seokjin has known Jeongguk since the day he was born. 

He knows everything about the King.

At least, he thought he knew.

And now, as he stands in front of him, all dolled-up with sweet fragrance and beautiful paint on his face, with a fancy dress showing off his figures… 

Seokjin knows he doesn’t know anything about Jeongguk.

Yet, here he is. 

As a servant to the King.

Always and forever.

When the heavy wooden door closes with a thick sound, Seokjin raises his head for the first time to match with the King’s intense gaze.

Jeongguk is looking at him in awe. The sharp eyes almost have a warm flavor inside them. They are clearer than they were a few hours ago. His eyes are scary yet somehow, so alluring, like this is all he wants. This is what he desires. 

“My Lord.”

With that, Seokjin immediately kneels and does a full bow in front of him. His forehead rests on the wooden surface, and he whispers, as instructed. 

“I’m ready to serve you, Your Highness.”

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There he is.

The pretty pearl.

Draped in a golden attire like the sunlight that sweeps down the floor; with his longish silky hair falling to the ground, crooked fingers resting steadily yet trembling on the floor, a bowed body and arched spine; a slave for Alpha Jeon Jeongguk’s royal blood.

Once, Jeongguk’s dream. 

The far away dream is now on the floor, bowed to him with a complete obedience. 

“I’m ready to serve you, Your Highness.”

Jeongguk is the king; a power not many can hold. But even he has restricted dreams; the reality of his own. What can he do in the glamorous royalty life he has–and what he can’t. 

Out of the boundaries. That was what Counselor Seokjin used to be. The omega that can turn him into a mad man with lust; the omega that can make his heart melt with just a smile lighting on his plushy lips. The obsession of his life; the softness spreading in his heart. 

The fire in his groin. 

“Seokjin.”

He marches towards the frightened omega. Sweet rose fragrance on his scent buds falters inside the big chambers, hiding the omega’s emotions like a blanket covered on it –but Jeongguk can smell it. The fear. The waiting. The wrongness of their wishes –the excitement. 

“Get up,” he says as he looks at the omega on the floor. “Seokjin. Get up.”

When the omega doesn’t comply, Jeongguk does what the omega never thought he would: He kneels in front of him.

The King kneels in front of him.

As Jeongguk’s shadow covers the omega, Seokjin immediately tilts his head and tries to stop the alpha –delicate fingers wrapping around the muscular arms with fear and urgent shock. But Jeongguk doesn’t budge. 

He kneels, just like Seokjin. Omega’s red lips open to speak but he can’t; prettiest almond eyes Jeongguk had ever seen waits for the King. 

They are on the wooden floor, looking at each other.

Seokjin with a slight shock and unknownness hanging on his dolled-up face.

Jeongguk, with a slight smirk and pride illuminating his eyes. 

“Your Highness…” the omega manages to whisper, pulling his hands slowly from the King’s attire. He turns them into small fists and rests on his sides, bowing his head again like a child that waits for a scolding from their parents. 

Jeongguk moves his right hand, the hand that has the signet ring of the Kingdom’s symbol, and catches the omega’s face to lift it up. 

Seokjin’s eyes are the sweetest browns. Jeongguk circles the lines of the round face with his finger, holding himself to not grab hard. 

His to touch. His to love. His to want. 

He pulls him from his face, closer and closer. 

His ink-stained hands wrap around the omega like hours ago. Strong hands on the tiniest waist, and he pulls the omega on him by the attire.

Jeongguk is sitting on the floor with the omega between his legs, Seokjin looking at the alpha from the upper view. Mouth opens and closes, but there are no words. 

Jeongguk smiles softly, yet sweltering. His lips are only inches away from the omega’s plushy ones. 

“It’s usually the opposite,” Jeongguk says. The blood is in his mind, in his heart, and in his burning groin. The aching is always there; the heat is bubbling and throbbing with the need to feel every inch of the rosy omega. 

“What is the opposite, Your Highness?” Seokjin mumbles, as he talks his breath hits Jeongguk’s face. They are so close. 

Seokjin can feel the alpha’s breath on his and this is a new type of feeling he experiences. There are unknown words lingering in the heavy air in the chamber but Seokjin can’t quite express it. He doesn’t know what to feel. 

There are butterflies in his stomach and they scratch his insides, God knows what they’ll do to him as the night continues. 

“It’s usually the concubines who get excited to spend the night with me. But here I am, turned back to my young boy years, getting an ache with the sight of you.”

Seokjin’s mouth opens, and closes, and opens, again. “I am- I am honored, Your High-”

“Jeongguk. You know my name, Seokjin. Call me Jeongguk when I touch you, when it’s just the two of us, when we’ll be one…” 

His hands roam around the omega’s thin, petite waist over the clothes. It had always been thin. But he never had the privilege to touch it before –he can’t count how many times he wished to have the omega bent over in the council table, sweating with the fever only Jeongguk can give to him, moaning and thrashing between his arms, begging for him to stop and never stop. Or pretty lips closed around his cock; gagging with the hardness, almond eyes teary and red with the way Jeongguk uses him. Lying on the bed, welcoming body open just for him and crying with the intensity of the euphoria only Jeongguk can give to him. 

Omega tenses the feverish eyes of the alpha, his body going rigid. “Jeongguk,” he whispers, words somehow familiar and foreign at the same time on his tongue. He had uttered the King’s name often in the past when he was just a prince, but now, when it’s just two of them with different intentions, it’s hard to keep his tone composed. There is a concern in his eyes. “Are you alright, my Lord?”

Jeongguk nods. “The first rut wave had vanished. Just thinking that you’ll be with me in my rut can calm my burning soul. But I will need you to be there for me in some hours.” 

Seokjin irks slightly, but composes himself in an instant. Jeongguk’s excitement is in his spicy scent –the alpha’s mind is dizzy and it only continues to get more and more by seconds.

Everything about the omega drives him mad.

 “Fuck. I want to feel your every inch, Seokjin. I want to love you the way you deserve it.” There is a swift silence; and then a beg. “Please continue to call out my name, and never stop.”

Seokjin thought he’ll die a virgin. An untouched omega dedicated his whole life for the royal family. He accepted it years and years ago.

But now, the King is grabbing his face to kiss him. 

The wet lips on his lips, kissing him like an aged yearning; the built up of many years the way Jeongguk grabbed his nape and pulled him to himself. The King is hungry; a hungry man, devouring the aching omega who looks lost with just one kiss.

It’s true –Seokjin’s lips taste like cherries and the moans escaping from his small mouth every time he pulls himself to take breaths in between is the most cultivated melody Jeongguk had ever heard. 

Seokjin tries to escape from the constant kissings to rest but Jeongguk’s lips capture him like an addict. The alpha never stops as he pulls the omega to his lap and gets up with him between his arms; Seokjin holding onto the King in order not to fall. The sleeves of his golden attire is curled up with the way he wrapped his dainty legs around the alpha; and Jeongguk is a quick man. He holds the omega’s bared legs to secure him on his lap, and the fingertips burn the skin. 

Seokjin’s untouched skin. 

The thought of it can make him burn kingdoms.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk moans. “Fuck. So sweet. Just so fucking sweet” 

Seokjin holds Jeongguk’s attire as if he is afraid to fall, but the hazed eyes can’t even directly look at the King. Jeongguk nuzzles his nose to the omega’s chin, planting peppering kisses to the bare skin of his neck.. Only to finally meet with the thing he never wanted to acknowledge.

They put a collar around his omega’s neck.

“Is this going to protect you from me?” he laughs bitterly. The thick leather looks unbreakable; a lock behind it securing the unwanted matings that can occur. “Do you think it can?”

Seokjin tries to catch his breath, but his heart heaves. “N-no, Your Highness… It’s not to protect me.” He whispers. “It’s to protect you.”

Jeongguk chuckles. 

All the concubines and consort that accompanied him in his rut had a collar around their necks. None of them had the key to open it; the key was secured in the hands of the omega Counselor Hoseok. It was sometimes leather; sometimes sprinkled with golden and sparkles, or the baby pink colored or bloody red that matched with their attires. 

All the concubines wished the collar was off so they could’ve mate with the King and be his true one.

But Jeongguk had never seen a collar this thick.

Counselor Hoseok must’ve thought thoroughly to pick this one for Seokjin.

“Should’ve mate you before this so all of them could see that I desire you every second of my day. When I rest in my bed and wish you to be there with me. Wish to touch you like how I do now…” He peppers kisses along the soft jawline of the omega’s, until he has reached the pretty (how can an ear be pretty?) ears and softly sucks the earlobe.  “That you are mine now and forever, and you’ll always be.”

Seokjin doesn’t say anything because the whispers in his ears aren’t as loud as his heartbeats.

As Jeongguk gets up with him in his arms, only to drop him onto the bed, Seokjin closes his eyes with a slight fall. 

Alpha hovers over him, getting between his legs, the omega’s almond eyes flutter. Jeongguk touches the omega’s collar, like a sweet treat he can’t have is hidden behind, and then his fingers go lower and lower. The curled up skirt shows the milky thighs of the omega. “Fuck,” the scent is heavier from there. “You are so sweet.”

The bulge in the alpha’s pants is aching. To fuck. To claim. To be in the omega’s cunt and feel his tightness like a second skin.

Then, Jeongguk commands.

“Undress.”

With the order, Seokjin takes a deep breath. He should. But as his hesitancy continues, the alpha realizes the shyness of the scent and turns the omega on the bed in a second, steady hands finding the robes on the back of the golden attire. 

He hazily undresses the omega himself, revealing the softest and milkiest skin inch by inch. As the dress is put aside on the floor, Seokjin is just in his white, inner attire, never being this naked in front of anyone, let alone the king. 

The alpha turns him again, looking at the almond eyes as he licks his lips. Waiting to devour. 

Inner robes; curling up to reveal the pinkest and prettiest, untouched and never been marked cunt Jeongguk had ever seen –and Jeongguk can’t stop licking his lips. That’s a pretty pussy. The prettiest. “So soft,” he murmurs as his fingers roam around the inner thighs. “So sweet. Pretty. Like a pearl hidden.”

Seokjin twitches slightly. It’s too close. The fingers. Too close to where it throbs –and where it burns. 

Jeongguk’s lust is a quick wildfire, it catches the branches of the rose bushes and lights up all the garden.

 “You are so fucking wet already.”

Fingers, caressing and turning him into a mess. Two of them, opening a bud of rose and playing with it like it’s a toy. 

Seokjin tries to muffle his cries as Jeongguk suddenly inserts two fingers in.

“Fuck.” The alpha growls. “You are so tight, Seokjin.”

“Oh my god,” Seokjin whines, “Oh–oh my god-”  

All the words on his mind wither away like the parchment getting darker with the inks, the inked -fingers, they are a creation of a mess.

This is a new sensation for Seokjin; he never felt something similar to it before. Sure, he had his heats where he would chew lots of herbs and pain-killers just to stop the heat surrounding him, but even before those days the need to find an alpha and get bred by him was little that Seokjin never knew he would crumble right now. 

Crumble. That’s what he feels as the King fingers him open with a sweet rhythm.

 “Oh my god-” he tries to bite back his words but the fingers are curled up, aiming for the best spots that create the messiness. 

He tries to escape –but as he raises his hips to not feel the burning, it somehow makes the finger go deeper. Fingers are the cause of a squelching, dirty and nasty voice echoing in the chambers. Because…

…the omega is slicking.

More than the times he had his heats. 

Jeongguk’s eyes darken with every moan escaping from the omega’s parted lips. He leans in to plant kisses over the supple inner thighs. “You are sweet, just like I imagined,” he whispers against the delicate skin. “Such a sweet omega for his alpha.”

Seokjin throws his head back; the pillow he is hugging is hiding his messy and sweaty face from the King’s eyes. His legs are uncontrollably twitching with the kisses and bites Jeongguk leaves like he wants to mark the omega from head to toe, and there is nothing Seokjin can do other than screaming right onto the cushion. 

“Your Highness,” he whines, high-pitched and in despair, “Your Highness, enough, enough, it’s– it’s tingly,”

“Tingly?” Jeongguk raises his slick covered chin to look at the trashing omega. There is a thin line of slick connecting the omega’s skin with his dripped chin. 

Tingly. The omega is about to come and he doesn’t even know it. All he knows is he is hot, and burning, because it’s tingly. 

Sweet. 

“Yes!” Seokjin screams when Jeongguk leans again to suck the bud of the rose. Lips close around the sweet bud and suck, hard, with wanton, like a candy meal.

 “Oh my god! Stop- Your highness, it’s tingly! I will – I think I will die if you don’t stop!”

“You’ll not die,” Jeongguk slightly chuckles, his heavy breaths falling over the omega’s most sensitive parts. 

Wet, slick, roses.

“You are going to cum. This is called orgasm.”

Seokjin moans. The shame is still there –but it’s all blurring with need as Jeongguk continues to rub his thick fingers in his most private parts and drawl out high pitched moans from him with the way he rolls his tongue in that nasty part.  “No, I will die!”

Jeongguk whispers, “It’s pretty. You are pretty when you are like this. God. I wanted you for so long… I wanted you for so long, Seokjin.” He kisses the prettiest inner thighs he had ever seen. The prettiest belly, the most beautiful tits. Arms; wrists. Seokjin is just too pretty. For him. Only for him. “You are the prettiest omega I have ever seen.”

Seokjin closes his eyes and tries to calm himself, wet eyelashes sticking to his powdered face. Deep breaths. As Jeongguk’s fingers, mouth, lips, teeth –every part of him breaks him apart, Seokjin is arching his back on the chambers. The tingly feeling continues and continues and as he is about to explode-

The alpha withdraws his hands, a clear possessiveness and brutalism in his eyes. That the little moan and whine escaping from the omega’s throat, the constant cries and hiccups are more than enough for him; the want from the omega crawling in his sides. 

“Are you ready?” The lust is clear from the alpha’s voice. 

Seokjin, still trying to ride the high that was about to come, can’t even give a proper answer, only a blubber like a yes escaping from his parted mouth.

He is ready. He should be. Afterall, it’s always about serving the king.

And once in a while, while doing his duties, he can get pleasure too. 

Seokjin has been a person whom Jeongguk can consult without being afraid of getting judged; the older omega –the calm, content, wise and kind omega- is another body that lives with Jeongguk’s thoughts in his mind. He is the proof of all the thoughts of Jeongguk’s head. 

Jeongguk had always admired the omega since he was a little kid sitting on the floor next to his father’s throne, watching the way everyone bowed his head to his father. Since the day he was born, Jeongguk was promised the throne. The first alpha son; the first son that shines through the royalty. He had the privilege to attend the meetings at a very young age and learn everything. 

Seokjin was the son of a respected Counselor –one of the best men Jeongguk’s father fought along with. A strong and royal man who endured great pains for Jeongguk’s appa. 

And when their fathers died with a little time between them, the relationship between Jeongguk and Seokjin developed in inertia. Jeongguk watched with admiration in his eyes that the way the omega hyung he saw next to his father grew up, and as he grew along with him, the thoughts lighting on his head like candlefire were nowhere innocent. 

When he was a child, he thought he loved Seokjin like a hyung.

When he entered the young boy years, he loved Seokjin as a lust.

When he became the king, Seokjin was already decided by the alpha to be the omega queen next to his throne, even if Seokjin didn’t know it yet. 

Jeongguk’s admiration towards the older one was clear from the first day. He thought he wouldn’t get more obsessed.

But oh, does he.

Oh.

The first time Jeongguk lined his cock up to his sweet, blossoming pink cunt, the way Seokjin wailed and wailed, trying to stop the fullness, the first time Jeongguk was fully in, the way the omega trashed on the bed and started sobbing for real, then Jeongguk is a gone man. He is a mad king.

Seokjin looks so fucking beautiful getting ruined. Even without the heave of the rut on him, Jeongguk is already crazy. 

“You are made for this,” Jeongguk growls in bliss, sighs, moans, the first time the omega’s cunt opened and took him fully— “Made to be ruined by me, only me.”

Only him. 

Seokjin whines, holding onto the cushion on his arms, crying. 

Jeongguk hammers his hips up and continues to fuck the omega out of his mind with wanton –push, deep, full, full, the deepest part of the omega. 

The pretty, plushy lips never close and there are drools that are just as sweet as his slicks. His eyes roll and the pretty kohled make-up is smeared all around. 

Jeongguk has learnt his omega counselor smelled like roses almost a year ago. 

And finally, after a year, Jeongguk can actually taste, lick and breathe in the sweet vanilla roses. They are exploding on his tongue; on his nose frails, on his skin. As he caresses the thin omega body with his inked fingers, Seokjin’s roses grow into a fully bloomed rose garden. It is heaven. 

It’s kinda cute the way Seokjin advises Jeongguk in every aspect of his throne; but in this chamber, right now, Jeongguk is the experienced and wise one. He knows how to satisfy omegas even though he never cared to. He knows where they are the most sensitive, what they want the most, where they are hurting and getting pleasure the most. Jeongguk has enough experience with every one of them. But none of them get him worked up like this. 

Seokjin is better than those concubines that are trained to warm his bed. 

He has no training period, but he already drives Jeongguk crazy. 

“Fuck,” Jeongguk moans as the wetness around him thickens. The omega is slicking so much that it is ruining the sheets. Seokjin is a mess; and Jeongguk is no different than him. His rut is at the beginning stage and there is only a constant heat on his groin that won’t stop until he knots and pups the omega –but his mind is still active, here, watching the way beautiful omega gets broken with every thrust.

If he could now, he would tear that fucking collar down to sink his teeth in the swan neck.

Seokjin is so fucking sensitive that he came three times already and with every orgasm, he was almost fainting, screaming and saying he’ll die and Jeongguk did nothing but to rile him up with continuous thrusts. Fucking the omega through his orgasm was Jeongguk’s wet dreams. 

In every concubine he fucked, all he saw was Seokjin’s face. Over all the years. It was only his face that he imagined under him. 

And finally, the real pearl of his dreams are under him, and he is truly crying because of the intensity and satisfaction only Jeongguk can give him. 

Jeongguk continues to fuck him, and Seokjin’s trashing hands continue to grab onto whatever it can. The bed sways with their intense touches, and Jeongguk can’t help but to coo at the crying omega under him. 

Yes, he is the king. Yes, he can do whatever he wants. 

But he always thought the omega counselor was out of his limits.

A pretty rose that he can’t reach out. 

His thoughts are proven wrong when the eyes roll and Seokjin’s uneven nails dig on his skin. Pretty eyes have been closed for the longest time; but Jeongguk orders them to open. 

“Look at me,” he drawls, his teeth going over near the swan neck. 

He is going to leave his teeth marks over there one day. Not now. Not in this rut. But soon. Very soon. Before pupping the omega, he’ll mate him. Seokjin is going to belong to him and only him. No one will be able to touch him other than Jeongguk. The only cock he feels is going to be Jeongguk’s, and the only name he will be moaning will be his name. 

The King is going to mold him into a perfect omega in his arms –

And he will be the perfect alpha for the omega between his hands. 

“Hyung. Look at me,” he orders, and then the omega’s shuttered almond eyes open. Jeongguk nuzzles his nose to his, and kisses his parted mouth as the thrusts continue. The omega squeezes around him just so well, Jeongguk can’t get enough.

“Seokjin hyung.”

It’s a word he rarely uses for Seokjin. 

That’s what makes him work up.

The omega’s eyes are sparkly like the gems hidden under the sea; they are these pearls hidden in the deepest part of the ocean waiting to be captured and cherished. 

Little dainty omega. 

“I love you,” Jeongguk whispers as he knots the omega with a last thrust. He moans, coaxing his orgasm and muttering the same word over and over again like a prayer. “I love you.”

There is a sheer shock in the omega’s pearly eyes. Some type of emotion Jeongguk can’t comprehend and that he doesn’t want to mind over it now. But the omega averts his eyes with a tear falling, yet never leaving the king unanswered. 

“I –I love you too, Your Highness,” he manages to stutter as Jeongguk’s load bloats his tummy. 

I love you. 

The king’s rut lasts for three days usually. During these times the only one allowed to enter the chambers are two servants who are there to serve meals and Hoseok, the counselor of the concubines. He makes sure there is enough water to drink and to wash up for the two tangled up bodies. 

The bidet near the washing area of the chamber is always full, and the warm towels with beautiful herbal teas and essences in the room with candles to shine the room even in the darkest hours. 

Counselor Seokjin was out of it most of the time as Hoseok paid a visit for the three days. And Jeongguk’s rut was nowhere near ending.

During his ruts Jeongguk used to change omegas daily, when they were out of it or were tired to continue. Or the times when he decided that it was enough and the omegas needed rest. During the exchange, another concubine would enter the chambers; a tired one leaving in Hoseok’s arms with a sickly smile lighting on the lips due to the time spent with the king. 

But now, Hoseok knows he can’t just grab Seokjin and leave. 

He knows if he even dares to get close to him the King will show off his teeth like some type of animal and bark at him to fuck off.

All Hoseok can hope for Seokjin is that Alpha King is kind and mature enough to feed the omega and let him rest when his mind is clear rather than the animal side taking control. 

He can’t even see the omega under the duvets, either, Jeongguk covering the omega with everything, in order to not make him seen in the bareness state.

To hide the marks, the bites, the cum, from the undeserving eyes. 

Hoseok orders the maids to leave when the dinner table is set. Jeongguk looks at the meals and licks his lips, tired and worn-out on the fourth day, but the excitement circled around the eyes still on fire. 

Hoseok bows with hands combined in front. “I’ll be awake in case you need me, Your Highness,” 

Jeongguk nods. He looks sleepy and tired too. But at least he is awake. Unlike the omega. 

While Seokjin, under the duvet, covered fully, only caramel-like hair locks are sneaking from it, with one arm peeking from it and the fingers resting on the air, it’s clear that Jeongguk was thrilled for the past few days rather than being worn out by the rut. 

The omega either fainted –or in a deep sleep, with the way he didn’t even flinch when the servants entered the chambers and made some sounds to prepare the dishes. 

Hoseok looks at the bed with worry. At least he should’ve seen the omega –it’s the fourth day and Seokjin was… too inexperienced. 

“Your Highness…”

Hoseok shouldn’t.

He shouldn’t. His head can be chopped off for this, but his tongue wants a way out from the heavy ache inside his heart.

“It’s not my place to ask for it, but please, please make sure that Counselor Seokjin is fed and watered enough.” He bows. “I will wait for your mercy, Your Highness.”

Without even waiting for an answer, he leaves the room. The mahogany wooden door is closed; and the omega and alpha pair are inside the chambers all alone, again. 

Chapter Text

What comes to happen when everything is already over and Hoseok is steadying his hand on his back as they walk back to his chambers?

What will happen, after Seokjin has woken up and found himself alone in the King’s chambers, with Hoseok on the chair next to the bed, reading a parchment paper as he was waiting for the omega to wake up?

“His Highness had to attend a council,” Hoseok explained, with worry and kindness spread around his beautiful face. “I am here to escort you back to your chamber.”

Seokjin was grumpy, pressing his face to the soft cushion and groaning. “Hmm, thank you, Hoseok.”

“Are you dressed?” Hoseok asked. “Do you want me to help you?”

“Just bring me my attire, please,” the omega murmured, voice still rough and sleepy. “I am alright enough to walk.”

But he wasn’t, apparently. 

As Hoseok did what the older omega said, he had a golden key in his hand. 

The key of the collar. 

The collar that was bitten so much that it was almost torn down. 

Jeongguk had chewed the collar numerous times during his rut, but it was a lost attempt due to the repealing herbals Hoseok rubbed on the leather. 

The previous concubines and consorts who assisted the King in his ruts had their collars around their neck too, but they were never bitten. It used to be new as the first time Hoseok put it around their neck when he assisted the omegas. 

But this?

This?

If Jeongguk had his rut for another day, Hoseok was sure that the collar would be torn apart. The leather threads were scattered; the place of the leather where the teeth should’ve sunk on the skin was aggressively pulled enough to leave scars. 

“His Highness wanted you to rest, that’s why he didn’t wake up for the council,” Hoseok explained furthermore, as they were walking on the stone corridors of the big palace, their long attires sweeping the floor and Hoseok’s hand at the omega’s back to help him walk.

He knew what the elder omega was thinking, because the grumpy and pouty face showed every kind of thoughts like it was an open book. 

“Hm. Thank you.” 

As they were inside the Counselor Seokjin’s chamber, the maids already ordered to be out, Hoseok stood on his feet, watching the way omega undressed himself again. “I will call two maids to escort you to your bath,” he said.

“No.” The omega shook his head, looking tired and messy. He was clean but his hair was shuffled, his voice was raspy and the skin he tried to hide was more than enough to show that there were too many marks. “If they see me they’ll understand. I don’t want anyone to learn, Hoseok. This is still between you and me, and those guards who escorted us. And you know they are already trust-worthy.”

“Then let me help you,” Hoseok said, desperate. “Are you alright with me?”

After a second, Seokjin nodded.

In a few minutes Hoseok had already arranged the hot water and the bath area of the chambers were full of sweet scents and lighted candles. 

Hoseok rubbed the soft, silky skin.

That was full of marks.

His hyung was a color book. Every shade of the stars engraved on his skin. Purple. Green. Red. Yellow. Bitings all over the soft skin, beneath the inner thighs, the shade of the collar on his neck… 

“Did he pull it that hard?” Hoseok murmured, almost angry. “Hyung, he- “Was he that rough?”

After a second of thoughts lingering, Seokjin nodded and scrabbed his skin. “He tried to chew the collar all the time. I lost the count. He was going to tear it apart if I didn’t push him.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

Knowing Seokjin, if he says it was little, it wasn’t little.

Hoseok didn’t speak for a while. They stood in the silence with the various delicious scents surrounding the chambers; different colors of magnolias, roses, chrysanthemum flowers on the still water, the omega playing with the petals of them. Hoseok rubbed the skin with his fingers, giving a light message to the worn out omega.

But the silence was there only for a little. 

Hoseok couldn’t help but chuckle. “God. I can not believe he desires you that much. Look at your neck. It looks like you were attacked by a wolf.”

That put a smile around the omega’s bitten, plushy lips. He didn’t say anything but as he examined his own skin, he couldn’t help but laugh. At Hoseok’s words. At himself. At the mention of the King. Hoseok looked at him with laughter filled eyes, and as Seokjin raised his eyes to gaze back at the omega…

They couldn’t hold it anymore. 

They burst into laughs. 

Long, sweet laughters echoed in the chambers as both omega couldn’t hold it in. 

“It was shocking to me too,” Seokjin was whining between his high-pitched laughs. “You should’ve seen him, Hoseok!”

“I’m glad I didn’t!” Hoseok yelled, “He would’ve killed me if I came close to you! That possessive, obsessed son of a bitch!”

“Shush,” Seokjin was still laughing, holding onto the Hoseok’s arms, cute and sweet giggles enlightening the chambers. “Hoseok, he was so fucking cute- Like, he was trying so hard to tear the collar down that he got red and I was trying my best to not laugh but it was so hard to keep myself composed!”

Hoseok threw himself on Seokjin, not caring about his attire getting wet. They held onto each other as they gossiped. 

“Liar,” Hoseok hit his arm, all teeth. “I bet you were busy moaning and screaming harder, my Lord. ”

“I did.” Seokjin confessed, with a hand around his mouth, keeping his wide smile and giggles hidden. “It was good. He is really good at it. Animal-like. Beast. Monster.”

“Monster cock.”

They screamed. 

And they continued to laugh for hours. 

After Hoseok leaves and Seokjin stays by himself for the first night –that’s when the thoughts scatter around his mind like some type of poisonous air. Everything they did with the boy who was unreachable for him. 

He doesn’t know where the King is. Almost three hours ago, a messenger was at his door to tell him that there is going to be a council meeting tomorrow, right as the sun hit the center. It was the order of the King.

But Jeongguk is nowhere to be found.

Seokjin lays on his bed, with the soft duvet on him, two candles lighting his chambers. The only sound is the nightingales singing right near the terrace opening, but Seokjin doesn’t have the energy to get up and admire their sweet lullabies for the moon. 

His mind has only one image and it’s the alpha.

Four days, full of fucking like animals, never taking their hands off of each other, only kissings and touchings and soft murmurs, the knots that never defleats, the mornings filled with soft love-makings with the alpha kissing his nape like Seokjin was the most important thing in the whole existence, the way his touches light the skin and the way his hands burned Seokjin…

How was Jeongguk? Kind? Lovely? Hard on him? Possessive and obsessive, like Counselor Hoseok said?

Or was everything part of the lust that came with the rut?

All the words the King muttered, right before his rut, kneeling in front of him and telling him that he loves him.

If they are true, then why is Seokjin here, alone?

He is silent.

Next to the high-ranking royal officials talking about strategies and how they would push back the waiting army of the other kingdom, there is the omega dripped in a grey attire, sitting quietly, perhaps without opening his mouth for the first time in a council meeting like this.

Too much cloth to hide every inch of his skin, the cloth pulled all over his neck firmly. 

Jeongguk wants to listen to these powerful men –the power that he granted them- but his eyes can’t stop drifting to the silent omega sitting on the left corner of him.

Seokjin’s beautiful almond eyes have bags under them, hair a little damp for the first time with his chapped lips (Jeongguk ate them hungrily). He looks tired but still strong enough to stand between these powerful men. 

His silence doesn’t affect only Jeongguk.

“Counselor Seokjin-ssi,” the general of the army asks from across the table. “We haven’t heard your thoughts.”

Seokjin’s lost focus comes back with his name being said. He looks to the general. There is a pause, then Seokjin slowly adds: “I think we should walk with peace.” 

He was still listening even lost in the clouds. 

Peace, when a kingdom sets an army right behind your bulwark.

Jeongguk, leaned back on the crown chair, an intimidating, strong, cold and handsome king; darting eyes land on Seokjin’s puffy face.

“Peace?” A general slightly mocks. They had learnt not to dismiss Counselor Seokjin’s words long ago. “When they are waiting to pour our blood? Nonsense!”

Jeongguk averts his eyes to the general, not a cold one but not welcoming either.

“Yes, Counselor Hangmin,” Seokjin adds softly. “I think they want to intimidate us. They are warning us–”

“We’ll not be warned!” Another general spats. “We are stronger than them!”

“I never said we are not, Counselor Jangwoo,” the omega’s voice is still soft. But his words are being cut and there is an irritation behind the rosy tone this time. “May I?” he says, taking the talk.

The general grumbles.

Seokjin smiles. “I think they want our attention. If they attack, they know they will lose. Isn’t it clear? They want words, not swords. That’s why, being the bigger kingdom –and definitely having the upper hand- we should send them a delegate. We should learn what they want. And maybe we can give them.”

“Give them what? Our lands?” Another alpha scoffs.

“No –” Seokjin is on his last straw. “But we can compromise. I heard from a kitchen staff-”

“Great, we are trusting the kitchen staff-”

“If any of you cut his words again there will be consequences.”

Jeongguk is sharper than a knife.

His words cut every other mocking tone like a sword. And in a second, all the whispers stop and lips are sealed. There are some jaws clenching, but every one of them knows if they disobeyed, the consequence would be their head.

“Continue,” Jeongguk adds.

Seokjin’s slightly shocked eyes turn back to neutral in a second (Jeongguk felt the pride on his itching skin –that Seokjin was impressed. It made his alpha proud.) 

“As I said, the kitchen staff talks. They heard from a villager –a reliable source- that they were almost out of food supply. The villagers are going to rebel against the king if there is no food soon. The heavy rains destroyed their farms and gathering some months ago. With a conquering settlement, we can provide them food. And in return, in order to not raise the voices of villagers, they have to accept it. And give us what we want.”

“What we want?”

Seokjin smiles slightly, “Land. Money. Gold.” Then, slowly adds:  “Whatever Our Highness desires.”

Whispers and chats continue; some going against the idea, some scratching their beards in an attempt to show that they had been scaling the idea, some being annoyed by the omega talking this much. Every hiss being spoken goes directly to the king –specially Counselor Hangmin starts to oppose the idea. “We cannot know this, exactly! They are waiting to attack us, my Lord, we should chop their heads off even for their dareness to think about it!”

Jeongguk raises his hand, and every hanging voice stops, again.

He thinks for a second, then nods. “We will send them a delegate in order to have a settlement.”

The alphas are not happy; to see that the omega’s words are more upper than their words all combined. Raised eyebrows, itching hands, and clenched jaws. Still, Jeongguk makes a hand move. 

“Dismiss.”

With the final words, when everyone is getting up under mutter in their breaths, as Seokjin does the same, Jeongguk says. 

“Counselor Seokjin, stay here for a little while. I need you for something else.”

When everyone in the King’s chambers is out, Seokjin doesn’t wait to be pulled over the throne, between the alpha’s legs. “Your Highness,” he nearly screams, voice hoarse and in shock. “What are you-”

“Shush and kiss me,” Jeongguk murmurs against the pretty lips. Right after taking the outer robe over the omega’s skin, falling over the dainty arms, showing the skin, Jeongguk nuzzles the sweet neck and finds his way towards the beautiful lips. He presses open mouth kisses, along his way, planting roses with every kiss. “I missed you so much last night, my omega.” His kisses focus on the parts that couldn’t have the marks of a kiss due to the collar –that of the sweet, swan neck of his omega. 

“Your Highness,” Seokjin whines. He tries to save himself from the steel arms wrapped around his torso but the more he wiggles, the more Jeongguk secures him on his lap on the throne. “Your highness, it’s wrong. It’s indecent. Please, stop-!”

“What’s indecent? Aren’t I the King? Don’t I decide what is decent and what’s not?”

“But–” Seokjin whines. 

But, but, but.

It dies on his mouth as Jeongguk truly kisses him. Tilting his head to the side and entering his mouth; tongue on his, lips on his, as he sucks. Seokjin melts like a candle wax, the hands stopping and mouth going non-verbal.

Jeongguk takes himself back only when he is out of breath. Even then, he doesn’t pull out fully. His breath hits the omega’s skin. “I missed you so fucking much. I pleasured myself thinking about you last night. I wish you were there with me. I missed being inside you. How you wrap around me…” he whispers, caressing the tiniest waist he knows, under all the clothes that are doing their best to hide it.

“Then why didn’t you call me?” Seokjin whispers, voice hurt and so small. 

“I wanted you to have some alone time,” Jeongguk quarks an eyebrow. “I wanted you to rest.”

“I could’ve rested around you,” Seokjin murmurs, still not believing. The pretty lips are a slight pout, and Jeongguk keeps kissing it.

“My pearl, if you were around me, there was no chance of me letting you go untouched. Don’t you get that I desire you every hour of the day?”

Seokjin sighs, dainty hands wrapped around the hair of the King tightens.

Jeongguk doesn’t comment on the subject more, but he holds the omega closer and kisses him again.

This time, the plushy lips kiss him back. 

It doesn’t take long before Jeongguk’s cock twitches with the omega’s movements. He almost growls. “Fuck. Ride me.”

“Here?!” Seokjin screams, almond eyes growing. “Your Highness, you are mad!”

“I am mad.” Jeongguk chuckles darkly, trying to steady the omega on his lap. “I am mad because you drive me insane.” 

“Your Highness, no…” the omega whines, but the more Jeongguk presses, the more he is melting.

And when Jeongguk whispers that word.

“Omega…” he chuckles bitterly. “Aren’t I your Alpha? Do what I say.”

Seokjin is melting, and the more Jeongguk’s scent thickens around him, the more his restrictions are loosing. 

He sits on the alpha, legs curled up both of his sides. His greyish attire is already curled up to reveal the milky thighs. Jeongguk doesn’t even care if it’s gone or not. He only cares about one thing. 

And he gets what he wants –when Seokjin’s hand goes down his attire and the underwear is pulled. 

“Fuck.” Jeongguk moans, when the same hands go down to pull his inner robe, then slacks. Jeongguk slowly raises his hips to give access to the omega –and Seokjin does it, breaths uneven, eyes still dizzy, and lips bitten with a clear want and desire. Seokjin is desiring him, just like how Jeongguk does. 

And Jeongguk fucking adores every second of it.

Seokjin’s dainty hand rests on the alpha’s broad shoulders–he raises his hips, and with one free hand, he jerks off Jeongguk’s hard and reddened cock for a few times. He had been an expert for the past three days, when Jeongguk ordered him to do those nasty things. 

He lines the cockhead to his wet and open cunt, and slowly, he sinks in.

“Oh.”

“Fuck.”

Seokjin throws his head back when he bottoms out. “Oh, Oh my Lord- Your highness-” he screams, biting his lips to be silent where he knows the guards are waiting right outside the door.

“Fuck. You are still tight.” Jeongguk drawls, “Best omega I’ve fucked. The best. My omega.”

Seokjin chuckles lightly at the words –his omega, so funny, when is not even a consort or a concubine. But he ignores the sweet words that lulls him, and focuses on his task.

To ride the alpha.

Cock inside him feels so full. Jeongguk is big –and it hurts Seokjin. Taking all of him. He feels him on his womb, on his stomach, like he fucking took a whole sword in him. He tries to breath and calm himself, but it’s hard–

It’s impossible when Jeongguk grabs his waist and suddenly makes him work up.

“No-” Seokjin whines, two hands wrapping around the thick neck and hiding his face to the crook of the alpha’s neck. “Your Highness–it’s too deep. Too full!” He screams. “Slow!”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk growls, moving the omega on top of him. He doesn’t even meet with Seokjin’s thrusts, he just continues to move the omega on top of him so that the rosy, sweet cunt would fully take him. “You are so beautiful like this-” he moans. “When you are taking me. When this greedy pussy is pulling me in. So fucking wet and ripe. For me. All for me.” He grabs Seokjin’s hair and pulls him off of his neck -only to kiss the parted lips until they can’t breathe. “My slut,” he groans towards the lips. “My love. Mine. All mine.”

“Yes-” Seokjin moans, trying to steady himself, unevenly cut nails digging to alpha’s caftan –”Yes, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours my lord-I’m yours only.” He cries, pearly tears falling from his reddened cheeks. 

Jeongguk makes him feel so good.

When he gets used to the sensation, he starts to sway his hips, trying to chase the alpha’s rhythms, and it drives both of them crazy. The crown on alpha’s head moves frantically as they fuck, but Jeongguk doesn’t bother to take it off of him. He doesn’t even undress Seokjin.

With the need to be one the King doesn’t last too long, but when they are done, with the after-pleasure they feel, they sit on the throne, breathless and in bliss, trying to steady themselves. “Seokjin,” Jeongguk whispers. “My pearl. Why are you sad?”

Seokjin doesn’t say anything back –he only hugs the King, hands tight on his back, and buries his face to the strong neck of the alpha.

Seokjin is no royal blood, despite growing up with them.

He is not a consort and not a concubine. 

Jeongguk has the power to do everything –but this?

This is maybe even something he can’t grant to Seokjin. 

Seokjin has to accept some things, and he is not sure if he is ready to accept. 

“Our delegate has come this morning,” the counselor says. 

Another council meeting, another day spent at the chambers of the crown.

“Apparently, they want food from us. They want protection.”

“What do they offer us in return?” Jeongguk quarks an eyebrow. 

“They are… offering you the princess, Your Highness.” The counselor continues with a slight fear. “King Kato has two omega daughters. He says which one you desire, is yours.”

Seokjin goes rigid, silent yet a pain aching in his heart. He bows his head, looking at the tiles on the floor and counting them over and over again while the counselors inside the council chamber look at each other, and finally, to the King sitting on his throne.

Jeongguk’s mouth is closed, a thoughtful expression on his face. 

Another general counselor starts. “I heard the rumours about the younger princess. They say she is the most beautiful omega born in this century.”

“Heard about them.” Another one continues. “Their beauty is in everyone’s mouth.”

Jeongguk leans back on his throne. “Did they offer anything else?”

The delegate bows. “No, Your Highness.”

“What are you going to do, Your Highness?” Counselor Changwoo asks. “We can start an alliance based on this marriage. It can benefit us and strengthen our ties with the west side. They have borders with powerful allies.”

“Should we tell them you accept?”

As the beta counselor next to him directly speaks to the King, Seokjin’s bowed head slightly tilts, and he looks at the counselor next to him. Everyone has a thoughtful expression -but they all think that this is a good idea for the future of their kingdom. Who wouldn’t want to have beautiful hairs that can rear up the kingdom?

“What do you think, Counselor Seokjin?”

A direct question irks Seokjin, sudden and unwanted. The question comes from a friendly alpha counselor –a one that Seokjin interacts with even out of this chamber. He is kind. Even when he doesn’t know Seokjin spent his last three days in the King’s chambers, getting loaded by him and continuous whispers in his ears about how he looks beautiful while taking Jeongguk…

He is kind towards Seokjin. 

Seokjin stutters. “I- I -I am not sure…” he manages to say and falls silent. He wants to speak more but all the words on his mind are erased, unable to create one single thought. 

But the idea that the King can think that Seokjin is crossed with the alpha just because he desires another omega scares Seokjin. Who is he even to desire the King alone? He doesn’t want Jeongguk to think like that –and pushing the idea too far is harming just like accepting it in an instant is.

“I –” he continues, stumbled and trapped. He tears his gaze from the counselors looking at him in a disturbance, and catches the eyes of the King. “I – I think whatever Our King desires is the right thing.” 

Jeongguk looks at him, silent and composed, but with a blatant curiosity hidden behind those dark eyes. 

Seokjin falls silent. 

Jeongguk averts his gaze slowly. “Let them know I will think about it. In maintime, provide them with some food. We don’t want anyone to starve in our sight. Counselor Jungha, please take matters into your own hands in this. I trust you to do your responsibility well.”

The chambers are silent, but the eyes speak. They all look at Seokjin.

Everyone knows Seokjin is the one who is responsible when it comes to help, when the mission is distribution and charity. The Counselor of Peace.

Seokjin doesn’t match anyone’s gaze. His almond eyes are on the council table –empty and hurt. 

“Dismiss.”

It’s late at night, Seokjin is in his robe and ready for his sleep. He washed his face over and over again every time he remembered the sinful nights he had the privilege to share with His Highness –but the memories kept coming back. Water didn’t erase them; it awakened him and continued to play on his eyelids. 

Jeongguk didn’t want him to stay after the council that day. He dismissed him just like everybody else. But as he is under the duvets, waiting for sleep to pull him, there is a slight knock on the door. 

It’s late at night.

Who would even visit him?

Seokjin gets up from his bed and goes to the mahogany door, opening it just lightly. “Who is there?”

His question dies in his mouth.

To see him.

Jeongguk. The King. On his door. With his hanbok. 

“Your Highness,” Seokjin opens and closes his mouth, unable to think. “What are you doing here?”

“May I?” Jeongguk asks, raising an eyebrow.

Seokjin immediately opens the door fully and lets the King in. He can see there are three guards waiting behind him; but they go into a protection position and wait on the door, as Jeongguk closes it behind himself.

It’s only two of them inside Seokjin’s chambers.

There is a long silence, Seokjin waiting near the door as Jeongguk enters his chambers and observes around. His eyes look at the things. To his bed. Large. For just a counselor like him, more than enough. To his decorated eating area. To his washing area where the water is still filled from the previous bath he took. 

Then, after a long silence killing them, he speaks.

“Have you been using scent blockers?”

Seokjin is stilled. “Oh…” A heavy gulp. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Why?” Jeongguk turns towards him; eyes hooded under the candlelights. There are only five of them lighting the room –not as shiny as the King had in his chamber- “I thought I was clear.”

“With what?”

“That I want you to stop using them, since I’ll be claiming you soon.”

Those childish dreams again.

Seokjin sighs. So, he was here for it, isn’t?

Despite Seokjin trying his best to not be crude, he realized his sullen attitude must’ve wronged the King. “Your Highness,” Seokjin manages to say, as he sits on the chair in his room, where he looks into the papers when he has to study at night. He takes a deep breath. “I am deeply sorry if I offended you in the morning. I was–I was being unreasonably childish. I didn’t want to make you feel like that.”

“Like what?” Jeongguk tilts his head. 

“Like you had to be interested in me. I know the deal from the Kota’s Kingdom is a great opportunity. And I truly think you should at least court the omega-”

“I’m courting the omega.”

Seokjin falls silent, almond eyes hesitating. “Oh.”

Oh.

Words were easy to pour. But now, it burns him. A sudden warmth spreads around his nape and his neck, and Seokjin doesn’t even understand why he wants to cry. As Jeongguk stands above him in all his glory, Seokjin feels so small. 

“I’m courting the one I want,” Jeongguk continues. His heavy steps on the floor, he walks until he reaches Seokjin.

Then, he grabs Seokjin’s chin with his two fingers and raises his head, making him look him in the eye.

“Was I not clear during my rut?”

“Your Highness...”

“Seokjin.” Jeongguk breathes. “You are mine. You belong to me. You are my omega –I’m going to claim you when this situation with the other kingdom is sealed. I’ll knot you. Fuck you. Claim you. Mark you. Pup you. You are mine. Now and forever.”

With every word, Seokjin’s eyes grow bigger. 

“I don’t care about other concubines. I don’t give a fuck about consorts. I don’t care about the omega from the other kingdom. None of them matter to me when I can have you. I only desire you to be next to me in my throne. I want you with a crown on your head, heavy with my pup. I want you to carry my heirs. And I’m done pretending like I don’t care. I do. I love you.”

Jeongguk caresses the plushly lips, and presses his thumb over the plumpness of it.

“And you’ll love me. Soon. In the way I love you. You have no choice.”

“Your Highness…” Seokjin whispers.

Jeongguk grabs the fluttered omega by his nape and draws them closer to kiss; Seokjin getting up and melting under the King’s touch, the hands around his waist and pulling, closer, there isn’t even an inch between them.

Jeongguk tilts his head to kiss the omega better; and Seokjin’s hands around the alpha’s shoulders tightens. The scent of the burnt vanilla and musk flatter around the whole chambers; Jeongguk’s yearning crashing the omega. “Jeongguk…” Seokjin whispers, closed eyes with tears.

“We can’t. I’m not worthy of the title.”

“I create the titles,” Jeongguk emphasises. “I rule what the hell the title is.”

“Your concubines will be angry-”

“I will dismiss them all.”

“Don’t.” Seokjin whispers. “Don’t, Your Highness.”

“Only you matter to me. I only care about you. I only want you next to my throne. You’ll be my Queen. You’ll be the mother of my pups. You’ll be the one omega that I share my nights with. I want you. I love you.”

Seokjin breathes, trying to not cry –but Jeongguk’s voice is the softest ever. Low, like it’s a whisper coming from the heart; the candles are the only companion and the words will die out with them.

Seokjin bites his lips. “Do you really love me that much, Your Highness?”

“My pearl, I worship you. I will burn down this kingdom for you.”

“It is good that I don’t want it,” Seokjin jests.

“What do you want, my Pearl? Tell me and I will do it.”

“I…” Seokjin leans to the chapped lips; the ones that he bit, he kissed, and he tasted. Jeongguk’s scent. It tingles with him. “I want you to call me my Pearl for a long, long time.”

“Consider it as an oath.”

Jeongguk closes the small distance between them; savouring the roses and peaches from the plushly lips. 

As they dance in the loneliness of the Consort’s chambers, moving from the desk to the silky sheets, caresses and kisses and careless whispers, the moon sings for them and their eternity.